Roman cruelty & decadence

November 17, 2021 at 8:13 pm, Category: Damian | No Comments

Roman cruelty & decadence

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In ancient Rome, the only thing that keeps the state going is constant, never-ending war! When the invincible, Roman legions march into new lands, they ravage and ravish cities, towns, and villages alike and torment the poor, helpless people within!

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I feel like a god

September 2, 2018 at 4:47 pm, Category: Damian | No Comments

Witch hunt
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Gloria gasped softly as Gregory’s hand grazed the inside of her thigh. After all the horrors she and her mother hand endured, somehow his soft caress was the most frightening. Her pussy surged with pleasure at his light touch. It was as if her body was confused, it didn’t know what was really happening. No matter how much she told her greedy little cunt to be afraid, it didn’t listen. The more horrible their predicament became, the more aroused she felt.
It had started innocently enough. Gregory smiled at her one day when she was serving him drinks at the tavern. She smiled back. That was what you were supposed to do. The customers were supposed to be kept happy. Gloria’s mother worked in the kitchen and she’d had to beg and plead with the owner to get her this job at the tavern, so Gloria did everything she could to keep it.
But then Gregory hooked his finger and beckoned her to come over to him. He grinned like he was the owner of the world. Gloria was surprised by this, Gregory had never been one of the rich and powerful in town, he’d never exuded this air of authority before, but now at the slightest indication from him, she found herself obeying. She walked towards his table, as if in a daze, and stood before him, waiting for instructions.
There was an old man in black robes sitting next to him, who Gloria didn’t know, Gregory turned to him, ignoring her for the moment.
“Incredible,” he said. “I feel like a god.”
The man laughed.
“These are just the beginnings of the rewards you will enjoy in my service.”
Gregory slid his hand under Gloria’s skirt. Incredibly she did not move back, she just leaned in closer, and whimpered.

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Tan moved his fingers between her legs…

August 16, 2018 at 4:18 pm, Category: Damian | No Comments

Chinese torments
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For years, Tan had coveted his neighbour’s wife, Ai. They had known each other since they were teenagers, but she snubbed him and chose to marry his best friend. When Ai’s husband died in mysterious circumstances, she found her life turned upside down. Because he had left everything to his best friend, Tan.
In ancident China, women held no status. They had no power. Tan owned Ai’s house, her property, he basically owned her life. She knew that her only chance of keeping her life was to please him. What she did not know was that he was a man of very particular tastes.
Tan stripped Ai and bound her to a wall inside the house. A small fire was lit. He brought a cane with him, usually used for beating animals and prisoners.
“Tan, please no. Please – I will be a good wife for you!” she begged
“You could have been my wife ten years ago, you whore! But you refused me! Now you must pay.
Tan beat her with the cane, leaving marks all over her body.

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Her Master wants me to make her more

July 12, 2018 at 2:51 pm, Category: Damian | No Comments

Chinese torments
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Master Lo was an expert in his art. In Wandeng province, there was no more skilled torturer than him. He was proud of the fact that he had tortured over 1,000 people and none had ever died under his care. Many people did not understand, but the purpose of torture is to make a victim suffer – either for punishment, or to convince them to talk.
He did not really care which they were sent to him for. It was all the same to him. The most recent girl sent to him was Wei-Ling, apparently she was to be made to suffer for two days. He didn’t know why, although he overheard his assistants talking about a refused marriage proposal. In Wandeng province, it was considered shameful to be refused an offer of marriage. For all he knew, it could be the girl’s own family who sent her here.
Lo knew that the largest part of torture is fear. Although Lo was proud of the fact he had never killed anyone, he never wanted his subjects to know that. The entire time they were with him, they should feel as if their life was in his hands. To help with the sense of fear, Lo liked to work on several subjects at the same time. When a new victim appeared, the first thing he did was explain – in great detail – what was happening to the others.
“See Mei over here, behind you?” he said to the girl, as she was being strapped to an X-shaped cross. “We got twenty seven hot needles into her, before she passed out. I thought she deserved a bit of a break, so I’ll let her hang there for a bit. If she doesn’t wake up in a couple of hours, we’ll find a way to revive her. Perhaps the two of you would like to play together?”

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She strained to look the monk in the eyes

June 28, 2018 at 2:19 am, Category: Damian | No Comments

Witch hunt
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The ropes that bound the Corinne to the rough, splintered wood of the rack sang out as the cruel torturer gave the crank another half-turn. The helpless girl screamed in agony, her taut body straining as she was horribly stretched.
“So you see the folly of resisting the will of Mother Church, and her blessed Witch Hunters, slut,” said the so-called monk standing beside the rack. Brother Jamison was a new recruit to the Witch Hunters, but he had taken to his work with genuine enthusiasm. The women of Corinne’s village had never expected the Witch Hunters to come so far north, and so had been taken by surprise when the town crier announced a delegation from the Cathedral was making an appearance at harvest time.
Corrine, like so many of her friends, never had a chance. A single woman living in a remote village, she was easy prey for the Witch Hunters, who declared her and most of the other attractive young women to be “suspected witches” within a day of arrival.
“Please, let me go!” gasped Corinne. She strained to look the monk in the eyes, her dark hair hanging limply behind her as she squirmed. “I’m innocent!”

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Master, have mercy

May 31, 2018 at 2:36 am, Category: Damian | No Comments

Chinese torments
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“It was her! Please I beg you to understand! It was her Master Tan! Please stop!” screamed Tina.
Tina and Rita were two of the most popular girls at the local brothel, but the master of the house – Tan – had a problem. A very wealthy white client had visited the brothel and used the services of both girls. In the morning, his pocket watch had disappeared. He was outraged. With his wealth and influence, Tan knew that he could have the brothel shut down that very day.
So, thinking quickly, Tan offered a solution. A very special private show, just for this client. In the grandest of the rooms, two X shaped crosses were erected. The two girls were brought in and stripped, before being bound to the cross. They were clearly afraid.
Before them, the white man sat on a grand throne, setup for him by Master Tan. “This man lost something very precious last night” said Master Tan, “one of you must know something.”
Rita, the girl with the larger breasts looked and Master Tan and said “Master, we would never take anything! Please! You know me, I have been here four years! You know it cannot be me!”
Tina was a slimmer girl, known in the house for her amazing flexibility, “No! Don’t believe her! I did not take anything! Check my room! Master, have mercy!”

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