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The Fallen Angel
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Here there are lots of pics of models.
This is one of hundreds
Here there are lots of pics of models.
This is one of hundreds
I have downloaded all, only momentarily to cut some little time and their own creations. Down them all not work here.
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one of the best - Katrina would look good in that pose
in the arena, on Golgotha, on top of a mountain ...
well, Katrina nude would look in any pose anywhere,
but clever folk could use that one to make some exciting scenes?
petraherz
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Great montain Scene, but where is it? Not Switzerland i guess?!
While everyone else fled to the harbor, she watched in horror as the ash fell, and the glowing rivers of lava descended on the town?
Velut Luna
Sibilla Cumana
A little bit different but in the last episode of Amica I reveal to you all the orror!
There is not lava flow in Pompeii...
no spoilers - you'll have to keep following Amica -
it just gets more and more thrilling!
A little bit different but in the last episode of Amica I reveal to you all the orror!
There is not lava flow in Pompeii...
ooops, 0k....I need to keep my big mouth shut, be patient and await developments.
A Hanging At The Convent
My family sent me to join the sisters at the convent and be one with my faith. But one night in a fit of delirium, or perhaps from too much nipping at Mother Superior's private stock of sacramental wines, I stood up and denounced my faith. Retribution was swift.
I was declared unfit, a work of the devil, and solemnly told I would most assuredly spend eternity in hell. I was escorted to the convent cellar, where I spent the night languishing in shackles and chains while rats scurried about on the straw-strewn floor. The next morning I was placed naked on the rack, where I was stretched and tortured, my anguished screams echoing off the stone walls and overhead vaults. Unable to take anymore punishment, I confessed to having slept with the devil!! I was condemned to death. That afternoon they led me naked out into the convent yard, forced me to mount a small weather-beaten scaffold and ascend the two steps that placed me under the long arm of the gibbet. A noose was placed around my neck, and tightened behind my left ear.
The convent sisters assembled to watch me dance on the end of my rope, while a pair of musicians provided a martial beat and lively tune. Mother Superior held out a silver cross, which she pressed against the slope of my belly just above my mound ... she offered an elaborate chant asking for divine powers to assist the sisters of the convent in confining the evil seed of the devil to my womb. Stepping back, she gave the support under my feet a vicious kick. I stepped off into thin air, and felt the wrenching grip of the noose tighten around my neck. I kicked and twisted, bucked and jerked, my tear-filled eyes taking in the barely concealed excitement of the sisters, whose hands moved relentlessly under the folds of their habits as they watched my naked contortions.
My surroundings began to spin crazily in my mind; I lost control of my bladder, lights flashed before my eyes like bolts of lightning, and then everything went black.
My family sent me to join the sisters at the convent and be one with my faith. But one night in a fit of delirium, or perhaps from too much nipping at Mother Superior's private stock of sacramental wines, I stood up and denounced my faith. Retribution was swift.
I was declared unfit, a work of the devil, and solemnly told I would most assuredly spend eternity in hell. I was escorted to the convent cellar, where I spent the night languishing in shackles and chains while rats scurried about on the straw-strewn floor. The next morning I was placed naked on the rack, where I was stretched and tortured, my anguished screams echoing off the stone walls and overhead vaults. Unable to take anymore punishment, I confessed to having slept with the devil!! I was condemned to death. That afternoon they led me naked out into the convent yard, forced me to mount a small weather-beaten scaffold and ascend the two steps that placed me under the long arm of the gibbet. A noose was placed around my neck, and tightened behind my left ear.
The convent sisters assembled to watch me dance on the end of my rope, while a pair of musicians provided a martial beat and lively tune. Mother Superior held out a silver cross, which she pressed against the slope of my belly just above my mound ... she offered an elaborate chant asking for divine powers to assist the sisters of the convent in confining the evil seed of the devil to my womb. Stepping back, she gave the support under my feet a vicious kick. I stepped off into thin air, and felt the wrenching grip of the noose tighten around my neck. I kicked and twisted, bucked and jerked, my tear-filled eyes taking in the barely concealed excitement of the sisters, whose hands moved relentlessly under the folds of their habits as they watched my naked contortions.
My surroundings began to spin crazily in my mind; I lost control of my bladder, lights flashed before my eyes like bolts of lightning, and then everything went black.
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Pia
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That made me very wet very quickly you naughty girl.... nice "taut" writing Barbs!
I wish somebody had "taut" me to write like that!
(Oh, Wragg, that is a dreadful pun....how could you lower the tone of such exquisite writing like that? )
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The Fallen Angel
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Excellent contributions to the cmck! I like your use of shadows to fix the images and make them solid. Pity it wasn't the nuns who were hanged!
Another excellent story from Barbaria!
Thanks for pasting in the pics...I assume it was Melissa ....nice touch
Oh yes, look at that!
I wouldn't have thought a 'Barbaria' story could be improved, but that's a nice touch!
I come home from work and find that here. Thank you for the entertaining story! The short texts even I understand, thanks to Google Translate. And ... It come right next ideas to illustrate the story.