BDSM COMICS of artist MR KANE.
These two sluts are sentenced to death by hanging on their tits and pierced by a pole in their vagina.

The two accomplices are made to stand up. Weak and shaking, they are escorted out of the cell by the guards. They have not seen the sun for months, and stumble out into the patio. 

They are led, panic-stricken, to the Chanber of Death, where convicted prosoners are prepared for execution.
The two accomplices are made to stand up. Weak and shaking, they are escorted out of the cell by the guards. They have not seen the sun for months, and stumble out into the patio. They are led, panic-stricken, to the Chanber of Death, where convicted prosoners are prepared for execution.



Don Mateo de Guzman orders them to kneel to hear his verdict. Chilled to the boner, they listen as the Chief Inquisitor, in hos slow, clipped manner, reads out the details of the traitors' sentence.

"To begin with, your breasts shall be tied tightly at the base with leather straps soaked in salty water ..."
Don Mateo de Guzman orders them to kneel to hear his verdict. Chilled to the boner, they listen as the Chief Inquisitor, in hos slow, clipped manner, reads out the details of the traitors' sentence. "To begin with, your breasts shall be tied tightly at the base with leather straps soaked in salty water ..."

"The straps shall be bound tightly, and applied to each breast separately. The torture shall pause to give the straps time to contract.

They shall dig deep into your sinning breasts, so deep that the breasts will seem to you to be about to burst."
"The straps shall be bound tightly, and applied to each breast separately. The torture shall pause to give the straps time to contract. They shall dig deep into your sinning breasts, so deep that the breasts will seem to you to be about to burst."



"Then the torturer shall strike each breast with a leather rod, with pieces of iron set into it. He shall beat you on both breasts slowly and methodically through all the afternoon until each breast is most terribly bruised and swollen."

Carla's suffering is unbearable. Her breasts are already sore and painful. 

"NOOOOOOOOO!!! Show mercy! Have pity on me!"
"Then the torturer shall strike each breast with a leather rod, with pieces of iron set into it. He shall beat you on both breasts slowly and methodically through all the afternoon until each breast is most terribly bruised and swollen." Carla's suffering is unbearable. Her breasts are already sore and painful. "NOOOOOOOOO!!! Show mercy! Have pity on me!"

When the torturer shall deem fit, you shall be led to Hatlot's Hole, where you shall spend the night. 

The hole is narrow and you shall remain there on your feet, on tiptoe on the damp stone, with your thumbs tied together above your heads. 

Your breasts will be joined together and a thick bundle of briars shall be placed between your legs. 

The torturer shall turn the thorns up and down your legs before securing them to your vulva's. Then you shall be lowered into the hole. 

Your confession shall be placed in your mouths to silence you. 

And at dawn you shall be led suffering to the scaffold ...
"When the torturer shall deem fit, you shall be led to Hatlot's Hole, where you shall spend the night. The hole is narrow and you shall remain there on your feet, on tiptoe on the damp stone, with your thumbs tied together above your heads. Your breasts will be joined together and a thick bundle of briars shall be placed between your legs. The torturer shall turn the thorns up and down your legs before securing them to your vulva's. Then you shall be lowered into the hole. Your confession shall be placed in your mouths to silence you. And at dawn you shall be led suffering to the scaffold ..."



The sun was high in the sky but does little to warm the chill day. 
The smell of death hangs over the dreaded pool. Villagers say that the mutilated corpses of the death are thrown in the pool to feed the fish. 
Nothing is left but bones. The terrified women stagger on to the final torture.
The sun was high in the sky but does little to warm the chill day. The smell of death hangs over the dreaded pool. Villagers say that the mutilated corpses of the death are thrown in the pool to feed the fish. Nothing is left but bones. The terrified women stagger on to the final torture.

Ferrallo looks splendid in his best armor, a gift from the Duce for his services. 
He examines Carla's breasts, pulling cruelly on het pulped nipples...
`Aaaaaaghhhhyyyyyy!!!!!`
'Silence, Bitch, your punishment has harly begun yet. 
Tell me. How long do you think you will last when you are suspended by your big tits? One day? Two?'
`Please my lord... kill me, I beg of you... put an end to my suffering... have mercy on me!`
Ferrallo looks splendid in his best armor, a gift from the Duce for his services. He examines Carla's breasts, pulling cruelly on het pulped nipples...
"Aaaaaaghhhhyyyyyy!!!!!"
'Silence, Bitch, your punishment has harly begun yet. Tell me. How long do you think you will last when you are suspended by your big tits? One day? Two?'
"Please my lord... kill me, I beg of you... put an end to my suffering... have mercy on me!"



Lucia shrieks as Ferrallo squeezes hard on her nipples and inflamed breasts. He has spoken the truth. The terrible punishment has hardly begun.

"You know your sentence, slut! You will be suspended by the tits until dead! Ha Ha Ha!!!"
Lucia shrieks as Ferrallo squeezes hard on her nipples and inflamed breasts. He has spoken the truth. The terrible punishment has hardly begun.
"You know your sentence, slut! You will be suspended by the tits until dead! Ha Ha Ha!!!"
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Ferralo's cruel laughter rings round the moat, cracking off the walls like a whip-lash. A beatifull prisoners hears it in her cell, where she has been forced to perform fellatio on the guard all night. 
It is Isabel, the same Isabel whose death sentence was commuted to sexual slavery. 

"Do you know that voice?"

She looks up and sees Strega, Captain of the guard.

"Yes, my dear cocksucker. It is your torturer, Ironmaster Ferrallo... You are going to watch the slow death of your accomplishes, right to the end..."
Ferralo's cruel laughter rings round the moat, cracking off the walls like a whip-lash. A beatifull prisoners hears it in her cell, where she has been forced to perform fellatio on the guard all night. It is Isabel, the same Isabel whose death sentence was commuted to sexual slavery.
"Do you know that voice?"
She looks up and sees Strega, Captain of the guard.
"Yes, my dear cocksucker. It is your torturer, Ironmaster Ferrallo... You are going to watch the slow death of your accomplishes, right to the end..."


Ferrallo raises a hand and the execution begins. The stocky Turkish guard lifts Carla into the air, pulling on the rope around her tortured breasts. 

The unfortunate woman kicks out widely as the pain hits her. 

She is lifted high.

The weight of her body forces the rope deep into her tender flesh, and the bleeding begins.

Ferrallo shouts from behind his Mask...

"Dance, you slut, dance! That's the way! Ha Ha Ha!!!"
Ferrallo raises a hand and the execution begins. The stocky Turkish guard lifts Carla into the air, pulling on the rope around her tortured breasts.
The unfortunate woman kicks out widely as the pain hits her.
She is lifted high.
The weight of her body forces the rope deep into her tender flesh, and the bleeding begins.
Ferrallo shouts from behind his Mask...

"Dance, you slut, dance! That's the way! Ha Ha Ha!!!"

Ropes and pulleys force Carla's legs as wide as apart as possible...

She waits in terror for Ferrallo to penetrate her.

"Well, I see you are willing to enjoy one more act of lust with me, my lovely Carla! It will hurt you a lot, but it's not as thick as a post for tethering horses. You'll be trying one of those later! Ha Ha Ha!!!"

"No! No! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Ropes and pulleys force Carla's legs as wide as apart as possible...

She waits in terror for Ferrallo to penetrate her.

"Well, I see you are willing to enjoy one more act of lust with me, my lovely Carla! It will hurt you a lot, but it's not as thick as a post for tethering horses. You'll be trying one of those later! Ha Ha Ha!!!"

"No! No! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"



Lucia faints when the cruel phallus sinks deep inside her, stretching her abused cunt even more. Ferrallo fucks her mercilessly, just as he has fucked her companion. 

"It's our last date, my dear. We shall never be together again!!"
Lucia faints when the cruel phallus sinks deep inside her, stretching her abused cunt even more. Ferrallo fucks her mercilessly, just as he has fucked her companion.

"It's our last date, my dear. We shall never be together again!!"

From her Cell Isabel is whipped and forced to look down on the brutal torture. She gazes as if hypnothized, unable to believe the unspeakable suffering of the alleged traitors. 
Others are watching too. From other windows Strega and his men, the Duce himself and women of the court watch the terrible punishment, their eyes shining with sexual excitement.

The woman are lifted up once more while the torturer prepares the posts to impale them.

Keep looking, bitch! And give thanks to the Duce for sparing you the same fate!"
From her Cell Isabel is whipped and forced to look down on the brutal torture. She gazes as if hypnothized, unable to believe the unspeakable suffering of the alleged traitors. Others are watching too. From other windows Strega and his men, the Duce himself and women of the court watch the terrible punishment, their eyes shining with sexual excitement.
The woman are lifted up once more while the torturer prepares the posts to impale them.
"Keep looking, bitch! And give thanks to the Duce for sparing you the same fate!"



"NOOOOOOOOO!!! Have mercy on me! Aaaaaarghhhhhh!"

Lucia's screams ring around the sinister walls once again. Only the guards and the wall remain to hear her cries of pain and despair... 

The prison stands like a dark blood-stain in de islet, one of many nameless rocks emerging from the Lagoon of Death.

Lucia's womb is ripping by the thick tip of the wooden pole. Her soft breasts are tortured by the rough rope.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!! Have mercy on me! Aaaaaarghhhhhh!"

Lucia's screams ring around the sinister walls once again. Only the guards and the wall remain to hear her cries of pain and despair...

The prison stands like a dark blood-stain in de islet, one of many nameless rocks emerging from the Lagoon of Death.

Lucia's womb is ripping by the thick tip of the wooden pole. Her soft breasts are tortured by the rough rope.

Carla is lowered onto the pole, groaning and screaming in desperatin. Her vagina is forced open by the pole but her womb resists. The torturers lower he cruelly onto the thick pole until her womb too succumbs.

The suffering and horror continues for some time. The woman loses consciousness, the therrible phallus deep inside her.
Carla is lowered onto the pole, groaning and screaming in desperatin. Her vagina is forced open by the pole but her womb resists. The torturers lower he cruelly onto the thick pole until her womb too succumbs.

The suffering and horror continues for some time. The woman loses consciousness, the therrible phallus deep inside her.



The two women are tensed by the ropes and pulleys, with their breasts pointing up and their ankles stretched down.

Slowly their breasts will be pulled and the phallus will go deeper and deeper into them.

Their final suffering will last till dusk, and through the night and the following day if they are still alive. 

Ferrallo strokes the beautiful, suffering bodies as if saying goodbye. Isabel the traitor weeps her bitter destiny at the window of her ceil.. 

THE END.
The two women are tensed by the ropes and pulleys, with their breasts pointing up and their ankles stretched down.

Slowly their breasts will be pulled and the phallus will go deeper and deeper into them.

Their final suffering will last till dusk, and through the night and the following day if they are still alive.

Ferrallo strokes the beautiful, suffering bodies as if saying goodbye. Isabel the traitor weeps her bitter destiny at the window of her ceil..

THE END.