JD's bazaar

[skullchaser]

Nothing new?

[doe.1971]

It's a very 'soft' period in my creative life, you can find me on ArtUntamed for now. When 'harder' subjects will present themselves, I'll do it here (as they are not big fans of serious tortures over there).

https://artuntamed.com/index.php?media/albums/jds.1544/

Split personality, what can I say?

EDIT: I DO have a ton of videos, I'll announce them here, soon.

[doe.1971]

Brother Kareem, if you're finished with her as well, we should put her with the rest of slaves.

[doe.1971]

More of the same.

Ciri, another hobbled slave was hauled in the same undignified way.

[frog]

Your folder is getting fatter, that is, if virtual folders can get fatter.

[doe.1971]

Froggie, you are the one that keep the lights on in this corner, aren't ya?

[doe.1971]

Another morning at the mill.

The carts have already started to come from great distances bringing grains.

The slaves are awaken then fed in their pens. Each is chained to the wheel in an specific spot, three slaves per spoke. More experienced slaves are envying the positions closer to the axle of the wheel. They know the slaves on the outside of the spokes are pushing double time.

The signal to start pushing is the sound of the first lash.

[frog]

Another morning at the mill.

The carts have already started to come from great distances bringing grains.

The slaves are awaken then fed in their pens. Each is chained to the wheel in an specific spot, three slaves per spoke. More experienced slaves are envying the positions closer to the axle of the wheel. They know the slaves on the outside of the spokes are pushing double time.

The signal to start pushing is the sound of the first lash.

Oatmeal, polenta, or farina will never taste the same.

[frog]

Froggie, you are the one that keep the lights on in this corner, aren't ya?

I'm not the only one. You have admirers around here.

[doe.1971]

I'm not the only one. You have admirers around here.

Very shy ones, no doubt.

Oatmeal, polenta, or farina will never taste the same.

*yeah, imagine the sweat mixing with the blood from the whipped backs*