I don’t know what the story here is, or whether they’re like inside some flooded dungeon or hanging on the outside of a boat? But sharks are always bad.
The commentary is by the artist, the Vet, which makes me think he or she might have decided after the fact that the ratios were off:
“The plug seems a little bit massive for this petite doggygirl, but it will allow for the tail still being in his correct place after her mate has taken some deep and passionate dips…”

The September 1956 cover of Man’s Life. All the covers were more or less in this vein, but Weasels Ripped My Flesh would get immortalized by Frank Zappa.
if you are not familiar with MAN’S LIFE here is a good introduction
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“At first she was terrified and struggled violently. Then she grew weary of moving uselessly and hurting her wrists and ankles…The dog was beautiful, with a big tousled head, a clean tongue. The sun fell on Bijou’s pubic hair, which looked like brocade. Her sex was glistening wet, but no one knew whether it was from the dog’s tongue or her pleasure. When her resistance began to die down, the Basque got jealous, kicked off the dog and freed her.”
-Anais Nin
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(Almost certainly Gerome.)
Prisoners awaiting the lions in the circus maximus. Of all the classic Orientalist paintings I can think of, this is perhaps the most obviously sado-erotic: a bestial execution of naked, bound prisoners. They are probably all meant to be girls, but it’s possible that the one on the far left is a boy, which I like to imagine.
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It’s like this:
Sigmund and his nine brothers have been betrayed by Siggeir. He has left them bound outside to die slowly. Every night, Siggeir’s mother turns into a wolf and eats one of the brothers, until only Sigmund is left. But Signy (Siggeir’s wife) falls in love with Sigmund and decides to save him. She has face smeared with honey, so when the werewolf comes that night, the wolf starts to lick the honey and Sigmund bites her tongue. In the ensuing fight, the wolf claws through Sigmund’s bindings, and he then overpowers her and kills her.
Right.
This story is from the ancient Völsungasaga, and the scene above appears on early English coins, as well as throughout Germanic countries.

I’d be like: “Holy shit! Talking bear!”
Ok, now let’s move on to the other end of this trope—the actual arrival of the monster / animal / creature.
The above, obviously, is from the original King Kong in 1933, back when Hollywood made movies with original storylines. This is the scene where the Ann Darrow character (played by, and nearly always referred to as, Fay Wray) is being sacrificed to Kong.
It illustrates a handful of themes that will keep coming back in the next few images. First of all, there is the ambiguity of getting devoured = getting ravished. (I’ve never really understood why Kong needed these little human dumplings…he ought to be eating gigantic Jurassic bananas or something.)
Second of all, there’s the undercurrent of all metaphors that we put on animals. With King Kong (and generally with the great apes) there is an implied racial metaphor, but it isn’t clear-cut. As many folks have pointed out, Kong might evoke white fears of blackness, but Kong is essentially the hero of the movie. All these metaphors blur into the general notion of “bestial” sexuality, which has nothing much to do with actual beasts having sex.
Finally, from David Rosen:
The Hays Office censored what it considered the objectionable scenes in KING KONG, which included one sequence on the island where Kong gently tears Ann’s clothes off, strokes her with his finger, and then sniffs it.
GIven how far she’s sticking out her chest, I don’t think she has to be on tiptoe. She’s just trying to make a good first impression for her new werewolf master.
To me, this is a classic Andromeda-sacrifice type image, except the victim is the mountains rather than on the coast. But Louis Smith, the painter, has a whole different idea:
The portrait of Holly is based on the Allegory of Prometheus, who was the champion of mankind. Prometheus stole fire from Zeus and gave it to the mortals. Zeus punished him for this crime by bounding him to a rock while a great eagle ate his liver. The punishment would take place every day, Prometheus’ liver would grow back, only to have it eaten again the next day.
In this portrait, Holly is looking into the face of the eagle with a calm strength and resilience, accepting the fate that lies before her. It is a heroic gesture of composure in the face of adversity. One could put a modern day spin on it and see it as having the courage and perseverance to weather life’s storms, no matter what.
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