AND TO ALL A GOOD CRUX!admihoek said:merry christmas to all
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A satire of digital media that is remarkably respectful of the source. No wonder it's gone viral.
Thanks for sharing, Makar. LOTS.
Mkr said:
A satire of digital media that is remarkably respectful of the source. No wonder it's gone viral.
Thanks for sharing, Makar. LOTS.
:-o 
So, here I am, trembling at the door of the Coffee Shop,
dressed in this cotton smock-frock and my minimost undies-
after She's finished with me, I'll be too sore to want to pull on anything more!
As soon as I received the dreaded command, I knew I must hurry here, She'll only grow even angrier. And, as I ran, I wondered...
How will She shackle me? Stretched taut, or looser so I can wriggle and dance?
I like to dance, it helps me absorb the pain, and the boys like it.
Perhaps She'll hang me by my wrists, so I twist and squirm in the air?
They like that even better!
It won't be up to me!
I wonder what sorts of Whip She favours? The short, sharp, slender jockey's Keeper? The trusty leather Horsewhip?
A slave girl's used to those – the Horsewhip's a bruiser, but I think the Keeper's worse – used skilfully, it can slice so viciously!
But She looks in that picture like She favours heavier weapons -
the mighty Bullwhip? Even the rhinoceros-hide Sjambok, strong enough to break my bones? Oh, dread!
How many lashes?
Does She whip swiftly, stripe upon stripe? Or with long cruel pauses, while She enjoys my moaning, writhing, terrified anticipation?
And – how I'm quivering! – what parts of my poor naked body will She most relish flaying?
Well, I'll soon learn!
So – step inside,
kneel submissively –
"Thank you my Masters and Governors, for summoning me here,
especially to Governor Connie, for ordering the Whipping I so richly deserve.
I beg for no mercy,
only for the privilege
of giving you pleasure."
To show you I know what I'm in for I've brought you an offering, Girl Whipped
Your slave-girl...
dressed in this cotton smock-frock and my minimost undies-
after She's finished with me, I'll be too sore to want to pull on anything more!
As soon as I received the dreaded command, I knew I must hurry here, She'll only grow even angrier. And, as I ran, I wondered...
How will She shackle me? Stretched taut, or looser so I can wriggle and dance?
I like to dance, it helps me absorb the pain, and the boys like it.
Perhaps She'll hang me by my wrists, so I twist and squirm in the air?
They like that even better!
It won't be up to me!
I wonder what sorts of Whip She favours? The short, sharp, slender jockey's Keeper? The trusty leather Horsewhip?
A slave girl's used to those – the Horsewhip's a bruiser, but I think the Keeper's worse – used skilfully, it can slice so viciously!
But She looks in that picture like She favours heavier weapons -
the mighty Bullwhip? Even the rhinoceros-hide Sjambok, strong enough to break my bones? Oh, dread!
How many lashes?
Does She whip swiftly, stripe upon stripe? Or with long cruel pauses, while She enjoys my moaning, writhing, terrified anticipation?
And – how I'm quivering! – what parts of my poor naked body will She most relish flaying?
Well, I'll soon learn!
So – step inside,
kneel submissively –
"Thank you my Masters and Governors, for summoning me here,
especially to Governor Connie, for ordering the Whipping I so richly deserve.
I beg for no mercy,
only for the privilege
of giving you pleasure."
To show you I know what I'm in for I've brought you an offering, Girl Whipped
Your slave-girl...
jonesygirl
Tribunica Potestas
You are right about your wrists being manacled. What you didn't foresee was being tied naked back to back with Willowfall in the dungeon. Connie has already requested the services of Jenny Two Whips Tompkins and Linda B'Stard if available. Jenny is very good at aiming for nipples so look out. Pic to follow shortly.
Sleep well :ymdevil:
Julie
Sleep well :ymdevil:
Julie
jonesygirl
Tribunica Potestas
Hi Hans,
Thanks for those pics, they are exactly what we are looking for. We intend to produce a massive PDF of Christian Virgins Crucified...it may take some time but all contributions are welcome. Did you notice our Mel has been promoted to Tribune? She's gloating!!... That will mean trusted friends being asked to join Legio Melissa VI Victrix. More details later.
Hi Eulalia,
Your poetry is sheer heavan. it is erotically sublime but your whipping still awaits.
Julie
Thanks for those pics, they are exactly what we are looking for. We intend to produce a massive PDF of Christian Virgins Crucified...it may take some time but all contributions are welcome. Did you notice our Mel has been promoted to Tribune? She's gloating!!... That will mean trusted friends being asked to join Legio Melissa VI Victrix. More details later.
Hi Eulalia,
Your poetry is sheer heavan. it is erotically sublime but your whipping still awaits.
Julie
Wow! They don't mess about here - what a night!jonesygirl said:
can't sleep, my titties keep jumping up and down so excited at the thought of Jenny 2 Whips and Linda B
's lovely being roped to Willowfall - I'd longed for a heart-to-heart with her, but cheek-to-cheek's still more luscious [hi Willow!]
shall we be whipped together?
then Jenny 'll have a chance to land a 4-tit bullseye with a single two-hander! :-
If Jenny aims so well at the top line, what about lower down?
Must I expect some well-targeted pussy-flicks? :-o
seen this one????????????????????????????????? :ymdevil:jonesygirl said:
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jonesygirl
Tribunica Potestas
Hi,
Unfortunately Jenny Two-Whips couldn't make it in time. She had a prior appointment whipping some young virgins into submission. However the good news is that Linda and her sister Cruella B'Stard are only too happy to give Eulalia and Willow a good whipping. As you can see they have different styles. Linda prefers the riding crop. I hope Connie and Hans have their whips sorted because they will soon be required to administer further discipline.
Julie
Unfortunately Jenny Two-Whips couldn't make it in time. She had a prior appointment whipping some young virgins into submission. However the good news is that Linda and her sister Cruella B'Stard are only too happy to give Eulalia and Willow a good whipping. As you can see they have different styles. Linda prefers the riding crop. I hope Connie and Hans have their whips sorted because they will soon be required to administer further discipline.
Julie
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Aaah! This is it then...
Hold out my wrists for the manacles. It's a strangely lovely feeling of self-surrender as she screws them on me, "really tight!" I whisper.
Stand here, back to Willowfall's back. Good girl. Arms up, it's going to be the Pulley - Willow and me, swinging together!
Ah, that's nice, just stretched to bring us to tiptoe. Ankle-shackles, so we can't kick the B'Stard sisters, but we can dance...
They look like they mean business these two - Linda's as I expected, stilleto finger-nails, the worst kind of riding-crop, whalebone-springy with a splayed tip to spread the bruise - gleaming polished leather, bet she's proud of that. But Cruella - stripped for action, looks no more than a kid, but hard as a Cross-nail, and she's wielding a triple-plaited thong that'll cut me like a bacon-slicer...
Willowfall and I exchange bum-presses, "Good luck, love"
OOOW! Cruella starts on me - just practice flicks, not going for my nipples yet, just threatening them - Ooh! I try to tough it, but the way she makes each lash tear into my flesh soon gets me squealing - no m-more, please! She sneers, aims higher now - ahhh! Now she's caught my breast, and a surge of pain-pleasure suddenly seizes me - it's starting now, my legs begin to dance, she grins as she recognises the familiar signs - her victim's in the ecstasy of pain!
Like the girl in the loveliest pulley-whipping sequence ever filmed...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S944IbA_JoA&feature=related
Hold out my wrists for the manacles. It's a strangely lovely feeling of self-surrender as she screws them on me, "really tight!" I whisper.
Stand here, back to Willowfall's back. Good girl. Arms up, it's going to be the Pulley - Willow and me, swinging together!
Ah, that's nice, just stretched to bring us to tiptoe. Ankle-shackles, so we can't kick the B'Stard sisters, but we can dance...
They look like they mean business these two - Linda's as I expected, stilleto finger-nails, the worst kind of riding-crop, whalebone-springy with a splayed tip to spread the bruise - gleaming polished leather, bet she's proud of that. But Cruella - stripped for action, looks no more than a kid, but hard as a Cross-nail, and she's wielding a triple-plaited thong that'll cut me like a bacon-slicer...
Willowfall and I exchange bum-presses, "Good luck, love"
OOOW! Cruella starts on me - just practice flicks, not going for my nipples yet, just threatening them - Ooh! I try to tough it, but the way she makes each lash tear into my flesh soon gets me squealing - no m-more, please! She sneers, aims higher now - ahhh! Now she's caught my breast, and a surge of pain-pleasure suddenly seizes me - it's starting now, my legs begin to dance, she grins as she recognises the familiar signs - her victim's in the ecstasy of pain!
Like the girl in the loveliest pulley-whipping sequence ever filmed...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S944IbA_JoA&feature=related
T
The Fallen Angel
Guest
And here's the sequence..
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[flv:3s4oscs0]http://melissa.cruxforums.com/youtube.YouTube_-_Gate_of_flesh,_Seijun_Suzuki,_1964._(Sec._tortura).flv[/flv:3s4oscs0]
My schoolgirl ballet lessons have trained me well for something I never dreamed of as I plieed and pirouetted at the bar!
Flogged to a frenzy, leaping and twisting, squirming and writhing, our sweating bodies slithering together, heads, shoulders, buttocks exchanging sharp shocks of pain, our shrieking and whining a ghastly duet!
Willowfall's wrist and ankle chains are linked to mine, so when she tugs, I'm pulled, when I kick, she's tossed - a cruelly simple way to make us hurt each other, only way to escape being wrenched is to keep relaxed - not easy when you're watching the B'Stard sisters cavorting around you, trying to anticipate, trying in vain to dodge their vicious blows...
No idea how many lashes - each of 'em must have had at least a dozen shots at my tits, nipples swollen now and oozing blood, half a dozen apiece to my pussy, Linda's crop raising weals across my fanny and tops of my thighs, Cruella's thong taking exquisite bites at my vulva, and as many or more around my armpits, rib-cage, hips, loins and thighs, often snaking around Willowfall and me at a single stroke...
And now they've paused - have they done their stint? Ah yes, Linda's picked up my scanty panties from the dungeon floor, she's using them to wipe and lovingly polish her precious riding-crop.
Willow and I hang panting, streaming sweat, still jerking and throbbing to the rhythm set up by the lash as we absorb our pain. Blood's trickling down my thighs, spurting from my breasts. I'm exhausted, gasping - yet feel very sexy, the sweaty heat, all that gymnastic skipping, all those sharp stings to my nipples and clit, have set my girl-juices pumping - Willowfall too, I guess, in this oestrus-heavy air - we're a pair of hinds hot from the chase, ready for the stags!
I glance expectantly at the men who've been enjoying the performance from the viewing gallery, turning my body towards them to let them see me better, and feel pleasure in the sense of their eyes feasting on my ripped and battered body.
But there's a sudden hush. Three people have entered the Dungeon, I can tell from their dress they are of the highest rank - a handsome, proud, authoritative lady, another lady, fierce and powerful looking with red hair, and a tall, muscular gentleman who grins with evil contempt as he eyes my female assets. They're in deep discussion - what are they planning for us now?
Flogged to a frenzy, leaping and twisting, squirming and writhing, our sweating bodies slithering together, heads, shoulders, buttocks exchanging sharp shocks of pain, our shrieking and whining a ghastly duet!
Willowfall's wrist and ankle chains are linked to mine, so when she tugs, I'm pulled, when I kick, she's tossed - a cruelly simple way to make us hurt each other, only way to escape being wrenched is to keep relaxed - not easy when you're watching the B'Stard sisters cavorting around you, trying to anticipate, trying in vain to dodge their vicious blows...
No idea how many lashes - each of 'em must have had at least a dozen shots at my tits, nipples swollen now and oozing blood, half a dozen apiece to my pussy, Linda's crop raising weals across my fanny and tops of my thighs, Cruella's thong taking exquisite bites at my vulva, and as many or more around my armpits, rib-cage, hips, loins and thighs, often snaking around Willowfall and me at a single stroke...
And now they've paused - have they done their stint? Ah yes, Linda's picked up my scanty panties from the dungeon floor, she's using them to wipe and lovingly polish her precious riding-crop.
Willow and I hang panting, streaming sweat, still jerking and throbbing to the rhythm set up by the lash as we absorb our pain. Blood's trickling down my thighs, spurting from my breasts. I'm exhausted, gasping - yet feel very sexy, the sweaty heat, all that gymnastic skipping, all those sharp stings to my nipples and clit, have set my girl-juices pumping - Willowfall too, I guess, in this oestrus-heavy air - we're a pair of hinds hot from the chase, ready for the stags!
I glance expectantly at the men who've been enjoying the performance from the viewing gallery, turning my body towards them to let them see me better, and feel pleasure in the sense of their eyes feasting on my ripped and battered body.
But there's a sudden hush. Three people have entered the Dungeon, I can tell from their dress they are of the highest rank - a handsome, proud, authoritative lady, another lady, fierce and powerful looking with red hair, and a tall, muscular gentleman who grins with evil contempt as he eyes my female assets. They're in deep discussion - what are they planning for us now?
Naraku
Draconarius
The clip is from "Gate of Flesh" or "Nikutai no mon" (1964).Eulalia said:
Not a bad film, though obviously low budget & with some anti-Americanism not so subtly mixed in. The girl is obviously not suspended in the close-ups but standing on something. But, I do like the way the director used shadows to get around Japanese censorship. :-B
jonesygirl
Tribunica Potestas
Hi Eulalia,
We did forget to add the underwear on the dungeon floor. I'll photograph some of ours and add them to the pic with a bloke or two enjoying the spectacle..could be a bit sticky. Your dungeon will soon be shared with the well endowed Bellinda who had a job as a pole dancer at the coffee shop but suddenly disappeared. She has now returned and will be punished. Love your writing!!
Julie
We did forget to add the underwear on the dungeon floor. I'll photograph some of ours and add them to the pic with a bloke or two enjoying the spectacle..could be a bit sticky. Your dungeon will soon be shared with the well endowed Bellinda who had a job as a pole dancer at the coffee shop but suddenly disappeared. She has now returned and will be punished. Love your writing!!
Julie
jonesygirl
Tribunica Potestas
Naraku said:
So,Japanese censorship is responsible for the blurry bits in a film Hans sent us. It's called Zenra Drums. I'm surprised the Japanese are so sensitive. Their shops are full of rather sexy mags and if you go to a "snack bar" you may be surprised at what is on offer!..Here's a clip from Zenra Drums.
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