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Graf von Kreuzigung
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All-new Pictures Of Crucified Women!! (mp5's Crux Thread & Day Spa)
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I hope he doesn't miss with that high hammer!
You don't need to imagine it, Emily, you can make it so.
The amazing thing about this picture is how beautifully it has emulated its inspiration. The scene immediately struck me, the business like workers, the helpless struggling victim, and I knew I'd seen it before. This crucifixion image by Simon Bisley, and this more "frank" one by Nimium, portraying the crucifixion of a defeated Parthian general, have been given a new perspective with a female victim and multiple angles. The pissing is a nice additional touch, fear and loss of control in this extreme setting.
You can be doubly proud of the posing and setting as you have done such a good job of capturing the brutal inevitability of the scene
You don't need to imagine it, Emily, you can make it so.
The amazing thing about this picture is how beautifully it has emulated its inspiration. The scene immediately struck me, the business like workers, the helpless struggling victim, and I knew I'd seen it before. This crucifixion image by Simon Bisley, and this more "frank" one by Nimium, portraying the crucifixion of a defeated Parthian general, have been given a new perspective with a female victim and multiple angles. The pissing is a nice additional touch, fear and loss of control in this extreme setting.
You can be doubly proud of the posing and setting as you have done such a good job of capturing the brutal inevitability of the scene
mp5stab
Hair and Nails
You’ve got a keen eye for picking it up so quickly. I took different elements from both images, but since the original is in 2d, there are some things that don’t quite work. (Hence the removal of soldier 3 of 4, who was holding down the left arm, since they had nowhere to squeeze in when them scene was made 3d.) I also altered the chokehold in the middle quite a bit to work better with what the condemned’s body could actually do.
Iconoclast12
Magistrate
Damn. Talk about a bad day for a roman woman
mp5stab
Hair and Nails
The AutoCross
Pentecosta had been the same for thousands of years. Women nailed to crosses in countless numbers, right up until the present day, as men with hammers pounding into their thin wrists as they screamed and writhed and begged for nonexistent mercy. The looming specter of an agonizing death sent a chill through every woman’s heart, but not every woman feared it like they should.
One teenage girl named Heather lived in truly desperate conditions. Her father ran a failing machinery business. In a few weeks, if they were unable to make their payments on the massive number of warehouses her father had foolishly bought in a badly timed expansion, they would be out on the street, or worse, she could be crucified herself as a form of blood debt restitution.
As she walked to the machine shop in the back of the warehouse where she worked for her father the thought preoccupied her mechanical mind, becoming a fixation, and then an obsession, until at last, she thought of a solution. What if this sadistic subjugation were to be her salvation instead?
Heather donned her characteristic ponytail, her ultra-thick waist length wavy auburn hair providing a striking contrast to the grim hues of her dilapidated workbench. Unthinkable as it was, she decided to embrace the ultimate symbol of female suffering as her own; the cross. With the brilliant mind that lay behind her thick-rimmed glasses, she toiled away; sweat from her forehead dropping onto her intricate blueprints of a new contraption she hoped would rescue them from utter destitution.
She named it "The AutoCross," an automated crucifixion system that harnessed the latest in hydraulic hammering and laser-guided precision mechanics using only parts she found in her father’s warehouses. The model used IR sensors to avoid blood vessels, adeptly driving nails straight into the centered wrists and feet of its victims before slowly levering them into a vertical position. The machine was a death sentence engineered for minimal blood loss and maximum pain - the way it was always intended to be in Pentecosta.
Heather, trembling with a macabre concoction of fear, excitement, and a desperate hope, unveiled her creation to her father during a tour of their shabby warehouse with a potential investor. She demonstrated the mechanics using a dummy, but, as phase 2 initiated, the machine faltered. It could not detect a pulse, a heartbeat - flecks of life - to progress to the next stage. The room filled with a chilly silence, her father's disappointed gaze piercing through her heart.
“Maybe you should have tested it on yourself!” he furiously hissed at her in front of the investor, his words echoing painfully in the large warehouse, before he stormed off, embarrassed.
Heather, wounded by her father's words, decided to do exactly that.
It was an act of desperation. She decided that the next one would not be a test at all. First she got everything in order at her workbench, second she set up her phone to record the whole process, on a tripod and plugged in. Then, Heather stripped off her clothes, this wasn’t going to be a dress rehearsal. Her hip-length hair spilled around her petite frame as she hurriedly set up the devices in her father’s old warehouse.That wouldn’t do, She was practical! With practiced ease, each strand was gently rolled into a massive low bun, and with a deep shaky breath, she approached the AutoCross. This was it. She pressed the timer. The girl splayed herself across the chilly wood of the cross and waited…
After several long minutes of waiting, the hammers came down. The speed and tempo was like nothing else. Heather could feel her mouth contort into a wordless scream as the agony swept over her. The nails were driven perfectly through her wrists, right through the carpal tunnel and buried into the wood beneath her. Then, after only a slight pause to calibrate the second set of nails began to smash their way through her petite feet, severing tendons and shifting bones all the way down to the wood of her AutoCross, and then deeper still, each stroke of the hammer another fresh way of pain. It worked! She knew it!
But then, the machine whirled to life, and as she was slowly lifted upwards, the creeping realization of the horrifying torment she had voluntarily subjected herself to dawned upon her. She began to panic, hyperventilate, pull at the nails that held her into place, but it was to no avail.
The machine was flawless; her mind was too intelligent for its own good. The agony was worse than any nightmare, her clear screams of pain drowned by the clanking of machinery in the dim-lit warehouse. As the seconds turned into minutes, and minutes into hours, the struggle to merely draw breath was an agonizing dance she knew too well. And with no one to rescue her from the torment, she was left to the mercy of her own creation.
In the end, it was a full week later that Heather was found fixed to her machine, having surrendered to a cruel death on her own infernal contraption, her beautiful naked body covered in blood and sweat, her bun loosened, and her glasses some feet away. A note had been left on her workbench, containing the password to her phone, which she had set up to record the test. The video alone made millions of dollars.Her morbid end ironically served as the savior for her father's company. The investors, awed by the display of sadistic precision of the Heather AutoCross in the video, flocked in droves to invest in this new business frontier.
The mass production of Heather's creation began, her tragic sacrifice saving not only her father's failing company but securing its place in history as the primary supplier of the burgeoning market of auto crucifixion machinery in the Empire of Pentecosta.
Pentecosta had been the same for thousands of years. Women nailed to crosses in countless numbers, right up until the present day, as men with hammers pounding into their thin wrists as they screamed and writhed and begged for nonexistent mercy. The looming specter of an agonizing death sent a chill through every woman’s heart, but not every woman feared it like they should.
One teenage girl named Heather lived in truly desperate conditions. Her father ran a failing machinery business. In a few weeks, if they were unable to make their payments on the massive number of warehouses her father had foolishly bought in a badly timed expansion, they would be out on the street, or worse, she could be crucified herself as a form of blood debt restitution.
As she walked to the machine shop in the back of the warehouse where she worked for her father the thought preoccupied her mechanical mind, becoming a fixation, and then an obsession, until at last, she thought of a solution. What if this sadistic subjugation were to be her salvation instead?
Heather donned her characteristic ponytail, her ultra-thick waist length wavy auburn hair providing a striking contrast to the grim hues of her dilapidated workbench. Unthinkable as it was, she decided to embrace the ultimate symbol of female suffering as her own; the cross. With the brilliant mind that lay behind her thick-rimmed glasses, she toiled away; sweat from her forehead dropping onto her intricate blueprints of a new contraption she hoped would rescue them from utter destitution.
She named it "The AutoCross," an automated crucifixion system that harnessed the latest in hydraulic hammering and laser-guided precision mechanics using only parts she found in her father’s warehouses. The model used IR sensors to avoid blood vessels, adeptly driving nails straight into the centered wrists and feet of its victims before slowly levering them into a vertical position. The machine was a death sentence engineered for minimal blood loss and maximum pain - the way it was always intended to be in Pentecosta.
Heather, trembling with a macabre concoction of fear, excitement, and a desperate hope, unveiled her creation to her father during a tour of their shabby warehouse with a potential investor. She demonstrated the mechanics using a dummy, but, as phase 2 initiated, the machine faltered. It could not detect a pulse, a heartbeat - flecks of life - to progress to the next stage. The room filled with a chilly silence, her father's disappointed gaze piercing through her heart.
“Maybe you should have tested it on yourself!” he furiously hissed at her in front of the investor, his words echoing painfully in the large warehouse, before he stormed off, embarrassed.
Heather, wounded by her father's words, decided to do exactly that.
It was an act of desperation. She decided that the next one would not be a test at all. First she got everything in order at her workbench, second she set up her phone to record the whole process, on a tripod and plugged in. Then, Heather stripped off her clothes, this wasn’t going to be a dress rehearsal. Her hip-length hair spilled around her petite frame as she hurriedly set up the devices in her father’s old warehouse.That wouldn’t do, She was practical! With practiced ease, each strand was gently rolled into a massive low bun, and with a deep shaky breath, she approached the AutoCross. This was it. She pressed the timer. The girl splayed herself across the chilly wood of the cross and waited…
After several long minutes of waiting, the hammers came down. The speed and tempo was like nothing else. Heather could feel her mouth contort into a wordless scream as the agony swept over her. The nails were driven perfectly through her wrists, right through the carpal tunnel and buried into the wood beneath her. Then, after only a slight pause to calibrate the second set of nails began to smash their way through her petite feet, severing tendons and shifting bones all the way down to the wood of her AutoCross, and then deeper still, each stroke of the hammer another fresh way of pain. It worked! She knew it!
But then, the machine whirled to life, and as she was slowly lifted upwards, the creeping realization of the horrifying torment she had voluntarily subjected herself to dawned upon her. She began to panic, hyperventilate, pull at the nails that held her into place, but it was to no avail.
The machine was flawless; her mind was too intelligent for its own good. The agony was worse than any nightmare, her clear screams of pain drowned by the clanking of machinery in the dim-lit warehouse. As the seconds turned into minutes, and minutes into hours, the struggle to merely draw breath was an agonizing dance she knew too well. And with no one to rescue her from the torment, she was left to the mercy of her own creation.
In the end, it was a full week later that Heather was found fixed to her machine, having surrendered to a cruel death on her own infernal contraption, her beautiful naked body covered in blood and sweat, her bun loosened, and her glasses some feet away. A note had been left on her workbench, containing the password to her phone, which she had set up to record the test. The video alone made millions of dollars.Her morbid end ironically served as the savior for her father's company. The investors, awed by the display of sadistic precision of the Heather AutoCross in the video, flocked in droves to invest in this new business frontier.
The mass production of Heather's creation began, her tragic sacrifice saving not only her father's failing company but securing its place in history as the primary supplier of the burgeoning market of auto crucifixion machinery in the Empire of Pentecosta.
Hangnail
Tribune
Very compelling realization of "The Process". The wide terrified eyes, the laboring men...
Poser-type programs are great at posing, but not at giving a sense of effort via muscular tension: all the limbs look kind of relaxed, even if they should be heaving and shuddering with effort. That's where human-drawn art is still ahead.
JJ Shriek
Spectator
Great! Thanks a lot!
You probably need at least a four-man team for carrying out crucifixions. I'm not counting the standing soldier in these images. Another is needed to hold the legs from thrashing around.
These scenes do show how really difficult a task it is to crucify someone. Even a woman can resist mightily. No one willingly allows themselves to be nailed to a cross.
mp5stab
Hair and Nails
I made a new character just to nail her to the cross. Her name is Kaitlyn, and she looks quite a bit like Heather, in that story that some of you may have read. (I get it, you are here for the pictures! I know. 
) But she's her own woman! This whole set is all me. From the character, to the cross, the nails, the subtle blood trails, the tears, those glasses (You don't even see the level of detail in the glasses this far away!) This is perhaps my most custom made set.
Story is: She cheated on an exam and got caught and punished, severely! I'm sure you guys might have some better stories, and I'd love to hear your sadistic suggestions in this thread, but we are going with something simple. This is pure girl-on-a-stick.
High quality: HERE
) But she's her own woman! This whole set is all me. From the character, to the cross, the nails, the subtle blood trails, the tears, those glasses (You don't even see the level of detail in the glasses this far away!) This is perhaps my most custom made set.Story is: She cheated on an exam and got caught and punished, severely! I'm sure you guys might have some better stories, and I'd love to hear your sadistic suggestions in this thread, but we are going with something simple. This is pure girl-on-a-stick.
High quality: HERE
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poem21045
Tribunus Plebis
She’s one of the most realistic-looking CGI crux victims I’ve seen. Nice to have a "girl-next-door” type adorning a cross.I made a new character just to nail her to the cross. Her name is Kaitlyn, and she looks quite a bit like Heather, in that story that some of you may have read. (I get it, you are here for the pictures! I know.
Story is: She cheated on an exam and got caught and punished, severely! I'm sure you guys might have some better stories, and I'd love to hear your sadistic suggestions in this thread, but we are going with something simple. This is pure girl-on-a-stick.
High quality: HERE
Constantine
Guard
When I was a school student, I have imagined my classmates crucified. This is how my crucifixion passion begun. You made my day!I made a new character just to nail her to the cross. Her name is Kaitlyn, and she looks quite a bit like Heather, in that story that some of you may have read. (I get it, you are here for the pictures! I know.
Story is: She cheated on an exam and got caught and punished, severely! I'm sure you guys might have some better stories, and I'd love to hear your sadistic suggestions in this thread, but we are going with something simple. This is pure girl-on-a-stick.
High quality: HERE
Anette_Damnata
Assistant executioner
I am quite happy about the fact that she is crucified for cheating on an exam - maybe her classmates will visit her as she suffers?I made a new character just to nail her to the cross. Her name is Kaitlyn, and she looks quite a bit like Heather, in that story that some of you may have read. (I get it, you are here for the pictures! I know.
Story is: She cheated on an exam and got caught and punished, severely! I'm sure you guys might have some better stories, and I'd love to hear your sadistic suggestions in this thread, but we are going with something simple. This is pure girl-on-a-stick.
High quality: HERE
I remember the first Dolcett image I came across was the following, where cheating girls get hung found cheating (and afterwards grilled). The first step into arousing fantasies with me as sometimes innocent, mostly guilty victim...
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Constantine
Guard
Some classmates will only sympathize her, some - want to rescue her, some - sexually aroused, some - want to join her.
kendelo
Tribune
Kaitlyn made the fatal mistake of cheating at Our Lady Of Perpetual Suffering School For Wayward Girls.I made a new character just to nail her to the cross. Her name is Kaitlyn, and she looks quite a bit like Heather, in that story that some of you may have read. (I get it, you are here for the pictures! I know.
Story is: She cheated on an exam and got caught and punished, severely! I'm sure you guys might have some better stories, and I'd love to hear your sadistic suggestions in this thread, but we are going with something simple. This is pure girl-on-a-stick.
High quality: HERE
After her nailing and raising all 300 girls were marched out to serenade poor Kaitlyn....the chants began, "Cheater! Cheater! Pumpkin Eater!"
"Cheaters Never Win!"
"Stupid Chick! On a stick! Stupid Chick! On a stick!"
"Little Miss Butterface is getting what she deserves!"
A long 3 horrific days await poor Kaitlyn.
mp5stab
Hair and Nails
Kiera Metz: Impaled!
The young sorceress Kiera Metz was far too reckless, bringing her plans to Radovid, and now felt his wrath slowly work its way up inside her as she died, humiliatingly nude, in agony, in Hierarch Square. Her dimetrium shackles were the only thing still touching her skin, and she could feel them burning her and cutting her off from the spells she so desperately wished to unleash.
I've got a two-parter today. A little bit of a tweak of the existing story of the Witcher 3 (If you pick the worst options, which I always do!) High quality PNG on my Pixiv here. And feel free to comment on this art, or if you think Kiera really deserved her awful fate.
The young sorceress Kiera Metz was far too reckless, bringing her plans to Radovid, and now felt his wrath slowly work its way up inside her as she died, humiliatingly nude, in agony, in Hierarch Square. Her dimetrium shackles were the only thing still touching her skin, and she could feel them burning her and cutting her off from the spells she so desperately wished to unleash.
I've got a two-parter today. A little bit of a tweak of the existing story of the Witcher 3 (If you pick the worst options, which I always do!) High quality PNG on my Pixiv here. And feel free to comment on this art, or if you think Kiera really deserved her awful fate.
