Crucifixion scenes (never mind the breast torture)

[algabal]

Oooo I can just imagine the cruel iron nails grinding against my bones and nerves at every sharp, involuntary move of my body as I squirm and gasp on my cross, my agonized reactions to my unceasing torment mirrored in the suffering girl on my right.

And it's very satisfying to see you gasp and squirm!
It never ceases to be amazing. A few moments of concentration and hard work... and such a reward.
Getting to enjoy you in your unceasing torment.
Well unceasing until you do cease. Then you'll be free. But that's for later.
Right now you're doing a great job up there, don't stop what you're doing, it's beautiful!
Beautiful and terrifying at the same time ... terrifying especially for those who know they might be next.

So there are two different nailing techniques here, one with tight ropes, nails through the heel, a little whipping, and the nails not quite all the way in. This is the apprentice’s work. By contrast, the other girl is nailed with only three well-placed nails. No ropes for her, and the nails are all the way in. The confidence of the master.

That would be it.
The master with all his experience knows what's needed and has a "less is more" approach.
I guess he doesn't need whippings and rapes to soften the victims up and make them compliant.
He gets a condemned cruxette, his way is to quickly join woman to wood and raise them up and let the cross do its work.

Many of us noticed it, Apostate, but assumed it was nailed to the stipes. If you notice, the right foot is nailed lower than the left. This would add to her discomfort undoubtedly. I like this image more and more every time I see it.

Don't forget it's a 2D pic so I couldn't just say umm this looks weird I'll rotate the camera a bit. And sometimes just leaving something occluded is most effective.

 

[malins]

"Master and Apprentice"

one with tight ropes, nails through the heel, a little whipping, and the nails not quite all the way in. This is the apprentice’s work. By contrast, the other girl is nailed with only three well-placed nails. No ropes for her, and the nails are all the way in. The confidence of the master.

I guess he doesn't need whippings and rapes to soften the victims up and make them compliant.
He gets a condemned cruxette, his way is to quickly join woman to wood and raise them up and let the cross do its work.

Maybe there is something complementary going on there also...

there's on the one hand - the order of rank from the master executioner to his apprentice,
but maybe among the victims too, there was an order of rank,
and the more disciplined one tried to set an example for the other.

The cross having become inescapable, she tried to demonstrate how to offer herself to it.
Give an example for her fellow sister to, uuuh ... look up to (didn't we just have 'role model?')

Freshly disrobed, I sit down on the wooden beam and slowly recline,
lift my feet away from the ground,
ground they will not again walk upon -- to place them where they belong.
The wood chosen for me. That has ... chosen me.​

​

I will my muscles to relax.​

Be pliable, as you correct the position of my limbs.
You know exactly where everything needs to go.​

You've done this before and you know how to handle it all.
As silly as it sounds ... it's my first time though ... (at least in this life)​

so my nerves are fluttering... I feel a bit lightheaded ...
Walking to my cross it felt almost as if I was floating above the ground already.​

I will not resist you or fight you.
Fate has decided, that this cross is my destiny.
I accept you, I should see in you not the executioner, but a facilitator who helps me along to fulfil that destiny.​

​

I did catch what you said among the din of excited voices.​

That it is about "joining woman to wood, raising her, and let the cross..."​

... let the cross give me what I must need, and take from me all I have.​

I should take gladly and give freely.​

The world wants it to be so, from beginning this fate has loomed over our coven,​

for the fact of what we are, what we couldn't help becoming.​

Was it you who chose for this to happen ... or if anyone ... wasn't it ourselves?​

​

My heart beating so fast, my mind racing as you hold up the first nail for all to see.
It is not one of those rusty things.​

It is for purification.​

As the light catches on it, a gleaming promise of pain and perfection.
Drawing light from the sky, for all to see,​

for me, your assistant, the younger sister,​

and the crowd that your authority has kept at a respectful distance.​

​

Holding it at the tip, you lower your arm and point the nailhead at me,​

a foot-long spike that will pin my limbs firmly,​

till they shudder the last and go still.​

but you wield it like a magic wand,​

enchanting me.​

Transfixing my spirit, before you pierce my flesh.​

​

You crouch down bringing the nail closer to me,​

our eyes meet and I understand.​

I push myself up a bit from the patibulum, bend forward, and place a kiss on the head of the nail.​

Then despite the quiver of my lip and a constriction in my throat,
I bring out the words I know you want to hear.​

​

"Crucify me."​

Like an incantation you respond,
that you will pierce my wrists and feet with these nails,​

and join my living flesh and bone to wood,​

to this cross, instrument of my purification,​

and raise me high,​

to suffer till my spirit seeps from my condemned form.​

Watch, you all!​

See and hear, as I join this woman to wood!​

And now you have a hammer in your other hand! ... and I tremble...​

​

I do hope that I am doing the right thing by going first.
When it's her turn, I won't be able to help,
other than perhaps with a few words I might gasp inbetween the spasms of my own suffering.​

​

But I do hope that we will together be able to give a good example,​

you to the eager apprentice , and I to the devoted acolyte.​

And all of us to the crowd, the world and the gods.​

Crucify me.​

​

​

​

​

 

[Shoshana Crux Dove]

Maybe there is something complementary going on there also...

there's on the one hand - the order of rank from the master executioner to his apprentice,
but maybe among the victims too, there was an order of rank,
and the more disciplined one tried to set an example for the other.

The cross having become inescapable, she tried to demonstrate how to offer herself to it.
Give an example for her fellow sister to, uuuh ... look up to (didn't we just have 'role model?')

Freshly disrobed, I sit down on the wooden beam and slowly recline,​

lift my feet away from the ground,​

ground they will not again walk upon -- to place them where they belong.​

The wood chosen for me. That has ... chosen me.​

​

I will my muscles to relax.​

Be pliable, as you correct the position of my limbs.​

You know exactly where everything needs to go.​

You've done this before and you know how to handle it all.​

As silly as it sounds ... it's my first time though ... (at least in this life)​

so my nerves are fluttering... I feel a bit lightheaded ...​

Walking to my cross it felt almost as if I was floating above the ground already.​

I will not resist you or fight you.​

Fate has decided, that this cross is my destiny.​

I accept you, I should see in you not the executioner, but a facilitator who helps me along to fulfil that destiny.​

​

I did catch what you said among the din of excited voices.​

That it is about "joining woman to wood, raising her, and let the cross..."​

... let the cross give me what I must need, and take from me all I have.​

I should take gladly and give freely.​

The world wants it to be so, from beginning this fate has loomed over our coven,​

for the fact of what we are, what we couldn't help becoming.​

Was it you who chose for this to happen ... or if anyone ... wasn't it ourselves?​

​

My heart beating so fast, my mind racing as you hold up the first nail for all to see.​

It is not one of those rusty things.​

It is for purification.​

As the light catches on it, a gleaming promise of pain and perfection.​

Drawing light from the sky, for all to see,​

for me, your assistant, the younger sister,​

and the crowd that your authority has kept at a respectful distance.​

​

Holding it at the tip, you lower your arm and point the nailhead at me,​

a foot-long spike that will pin my limbs firmly,​

till they shudder the last and go still.​

but you wield it like a magic wand,​

enchanting me.​

Transfixing my spirit, before you pierce my flesh.​

​

You crouch down bringing the nail closer to me,​

our eyes meet and I understand.​

I push myself up a bit from the patibulum, bend forward, and place a kiss on the head of the nail.​

Then despite the quiver of my lip and a constriction in my throat,​

I bring out the words I know you want to hear.​

​

"Crucify me."​

Like an incantation you respond,​

that you will pierce my wrists and feet with these nails,​

and join my living flesh and bone to wood,​

to this cross, instrument of my purification,​

and raise me high,​

to suffer till my spirit seeps from my condemned form.​

Watch, you all!​

See and hear, as I join this woman to wood!​

​

And now you have a hammer in your other hand! ... and I tremble...​

​

I do hope that I am doing the right thing by going first.​

When it's her turn, I won't be able to help,​

other than perhaps with a few words I might gasp inbetween the spasms of my own suffering.​

​

But I do hope that we will together be able to give a good example,​

you to the eager apprentice , and I to the devoted acolyte.​

And all of us to the crowd, the world and the gods.​

Crucify me.​

​

​

​

​

Your words are magic, as magical as the trees we dance on


Mother, grandmother, wife, aunt, daughter, sister, we all served our roles well

So I'm going to follow your example as though you are a wise matron teaching me the art of herbalism or the safe delivery of a baby into the world: you welcomed the nails meekly, submissive to the hammer like the ewe to her shearers

I will too

I wipe away the tears one last time. I let them stretch out my arms, arrange my legs to the proper position

Then I too in a demure, obedient, even sweet voice tell my executioner: "crucify me."

I will follow your example to give my own faltering heart strength and maybe help the poor shivering younger woman who will climb the tree after me.

I look up at you, right before the first hammer blow, even as you scream and writhe the perfection that is you upon the cross is undeniable.

I take comfort. As a mother and a crucifixa, I will accept and celebrate my cross.

 

[algabal]

My heart beating so fast, my mind racing as you hold up the first nail for all to see.​

It is not one of those rusty things.​

It is for purification.​

As the light catches on it, a gleaming promise of pain and perfection.​

Drawing light from the sky, for all to see,​

for me, your assistant, the younger sister,​

and the crowd that your authority has kept at a respectful distance.​

​

Holding it at the tip, you lower your arm and point the nailhead at me,​

a foot-long spike that will pin my limbs firmly,​

till they shudder the last and go still.​

but you wield it like a magic wand,​

enchanting me.​

Transfixing my spirit, before you pierce my flesh.​

​

You crouch down bringing the nail closer to me,​

our eyes meet and I understand.​

I push myself up a bit from the patibulum, bend forward, and place a kiss on the head of the nail.​

Then despite the quiver of my lip and a constriction in my throat,​

I bring out the words I know you want to hear.​

​

"Crucify me."​

Like an incantation you respond,​

that you will pierce my wrists and feet with these nails,​

and join my living flesh and bone to wood,​

to this cross, instrument of my purification,​

and raise me high,​

to suffer till my spirit seeps from my condemned form.​

Watch, you all!​

See and hear, as I join this woman to wood!​

​

And now you have a hammer in your other hand! ... and I tremble...​

​

I do hope that I am doing the right thing by going first.​

When it's her turn, I won't be able to help,​

other than perhaps with a few words I might gasp inbetween the spasms of my own suffering.​

​

But I do hope that we will together be able to give a good example,​

you to the eager apprentice , and I to the devoted acolyte.​

And all of us to the crowd, the world and the gods.​

Crucify me.​

​

Okay this is now canon.

Mind if I make this the official storyline for the pic?

Lots of vivid imagery there, hadn't though of using a crux-spike as a magic wand to cast enchanting spells on the victim, is this witchcraft turning on itself or what?

as magical as the trees we dance on

And that is why being a crucifier is just something different from any run of the mill executioner.
That magic. Takes some time to learn to use it. And sometimes things go wrong. But when everything lines up and you get devotzed victims like this, it's just perfect.

 

[Shoshana Crux Dove]

Okay this is now canon.

Mind if I make this the official storyline for the pic?

Lots of vivid imagery there, hadn't though of using a crux-spike as a magic wand to cast enchanting spells on the victim, is this witchcraft turning on itself or what?


And that is why being a crucifier is just something different from any run of the mill executioner.
That magic. Takes some time to learn to use it. And sometimes things go wrong. But when everything lines up and you get devotzed victims like this, it's just perfect.

Yes please-make it official algabal. And mmhmm yes, it is magic. Just as childbirth is pain and discomfort that gives life, the hammer, the nails, the cross: let these be magic wands, sacred and profane, that release the ecstatic joy and excruciating agony of the Virgin, the Whore. Let me be both a lowly, cheap roadside entertainment, a pole dancing list provoking slut moaning on the side of the road surrounded by trash and dung. Let me be an elevated goddess, image of the Goddess Asherah, suspended between Earth and Sky.


Crucify me. Make me nothing, pathetic, worthless. Crucify me. Make me a vivid icon of goddesshood.

 

[algabal]

Three times you have said "Crucify me".
That makes it as good as a binding oath.
I'd be tempting fate if I didn't do it.
Hell if I didn't the crowd would feel cheated and not only would they make short work of you, I'd be running for my life too!

You do understand that in crucifixion, your willingness, your submission, your cooperation earns you absolutely no reward?
You will suffer just as hard or even harder.
I think you know, which makes it even more beautiful that you offer yourself.

You could have asked to be thrown in the dungeon and have a trial.
You could have confessed to all sorts of things that get you burned at the stake.
The truth is, if you're cooperative in the trial, they'll strangle you with a cord before they light the fire. All in all not such a bad way to go. And the crowd doesn't really notice either way.
But you didn't do that.

Understand that now we begin, there is no way back and there is absolutely nothing you can do, other than accept what is done to you.
I pick you up from the ground, grabbing you under the armpits.
I push you forward, presenting you, and the crowd falls silent. All eyes on you.
You stand up straight though you're trembling.
I grab your shift at the shoulders, ready to rip it open and expose your full breasts quivering, bared for the crowd.

Really what I am is a travelling guy who's good with a variety of tools, so I always find work that people will appreciate.
I guess today my job is something of a sacrificial priest. I haven't studied any sacred books but hmmm I think I've got this.

 

[Shoshana Crux Dove]

Three times you have said "Crucify me".
That makes it as good as a binding oath.
I'd be tempting fate if I didn't do it.
Hell if I didn't the crowd would feel cheated and not only would they make short work of you, I'd be running for my life too!

You do understand that in crucifixion, your willingness, your submission, your cooperation earns you absolutely no reward?
You will suffer just as hard or even harder.
I think you know, which makes it even more beautiful that you offer yourself.

You could have asked to be thrown in the dungeon and have a trial.
You could have confessed to all sorts of things that get you burned at the stake.
The truth is, if you're cooperative in the trial, they'll strangle you with a cord before they light the fire. All in all not such a bad way to go. And the crowd doesn't really notice either way.
But you didn't do that.

Understand that now we begin, there is no way back and there is absolutely nothing you can do, other than accept what is done to you.
I pick you up from the ground, grabbing you under the armpits.
I push you forward, presenting you, and the crowd falls silent. All eyes on you.
You stand up straight though you're trembling.
I grab your shift at the shoulders, ready to rip it open and expose your full breasts quivering, bared for the crowd.

Really what I am is a travelling guy who's good with a variety of tools, so I always find work that people will appreciate.
I guess today my job is something of a sacrificial priest. I haven't studied any sacred books but hmmm I think I've got this.

I *LOVE* being the sacrificial lamb, the helpless ewe crucified before the leering masses. In my deepest most abject humiliation I will become an Image of Goddess Asherah, a Snake Impaled Upon a Thorn by the Hawk in the Hot Searing Sun.

So yes...let both of us...you my Crucifier, and I the Crucifixa...both be bound by Oath sacred and true to complete this act!

Let me be crucified!

 

[algabal]

"Crucify me."
Like an incantation you respond,
that you will pierce my wrists and feet with these nails, and join my living flesh and bone to wood, to this cross, instrument of my purification, and raise me high

For what little it's worth, you can bet your life I will!

Watch, you all! See and hear, as I join this woman to wood!

And now you have a hammer in your other hand! ... and I tremble...

Your courage got a bit ahead of you darling?

It's getting very real, very soon now, and maybe you'll eventually reach whatever mystical heights of agony and ecstasy you're hoping for but before you get there it's just going to be a lot of plain old shrieking pain.

But I forgive you already.

For all the screaming and bawling and pointless begging and please no no let me down and whatever.
You're going to do it like they all do.
And that's OK.
You're only human, and it's nice you're being so cooperative and if it helps you to imagine there's some deep meaning and fate behind what I'm going to do to your surrendered body, good for you.
But it doesn't really make you any better or different from all the poisoners or murderesses that died the same way I'll make you die.

The hammer scares you?

Well let me introduce the two of you to each other.
I place it on your belly, the heavy, cold iron head sinking into soft flesh, the long, well-worn handle pointing downwards, resting on your mound.
I watch a while, the tool of your torture gently rising and sinking back with your breathing. You will not be doing that for so much longer.

I pick up your left foot, and prick the top of the arch with the spike. The toes curl.
I gradually trace the nail up, over your shin, past the knee, along the inner thigh. You slowly part your legs as the nailtip tracks upward. I flip over the hammer resting on your belly, so that the handle now comes to lie between your tits. It's out of the way so the nail can slip easily between your glistening cunt-lips. Gasp, shudder. Slut. But I don't hurt you there. Instead the nail continues tracking upward, over your lower abdomen, circling your navel and briefly dipping in, up again, following the outlines of ribs, circling a tit.,spiraling inward. A few laps around the areola and then I start poking just beneath the nipple. Deeper and deeper.

You're trembling quite a bit now and your breath is ragged.
This is the tiniest of pains comparing to what will come and you're struggling to deal with it?
I didn't even break the skin!
What a pathetic wretch.
The cross will break you utterly.
And you want to be an example for your poor acolyte?
Did she ... trust you?

But our little journey continues over the chest and a delicate neck, over your chin to the lower lip which I pull down with the nailtip. You've already placed your kiss on the head vainly hoping to earn some absolution. Your eyes are a well of longing.

I know your type, I say, you've imagined a thousand times what it would be like if they caught youi and crucified you.
And in your dreams you've softened and rounded it till the cross becomes an imagined ravishing lover while you pleasured yourself, overcome with the thrill of fearful lust.
And yes the cross will take you but it's a cruel rapist.

You meekly shake your head but I knmow I'm right. The nail wanders past your ear down the neck again, through the armpit and down your arm, along the inside of the elbow, up to the wrist, that little space at the base of it, where I press in.

I don't actually hate you or your kind.
I'd feel like a goddamn jerk if I didn't give you some reward for your submission. But also I really enjoy torturing you on a deeper level.

So I'll give you a choice.
Where do you want the first nail, my dear? Shall we start right here through the wrist? Or return to the beginning of this pilgrimage?

And I give you an evil grin because deep inside, past the armor of pretend courage, I sense there's a cowering scared little thing that's afraid of making any choice, ever.

 

[Shoshana Crux Dove]

For what little it's worth, you can bet your life I will!


Your courage got a bit ahead of you darling?

It's getting very real, very soon now, and maybe you'll eventually reach whatever mystical heights of agony and ecstasy you're hoping for but before you get there it's just going to be a lot of plain old shrieking pain.

But I forgive you already.

For all the screaming and bawling and pointless begging and please no no let me down and whatever.
You're going to do it like they all do.
And that's OK.
You're only human, and it's nice you're being so cooperative and if it helps you to imagine there's some deep meaning and fate behind what I'm going to do to your surrendered body, good for you.
But it doesn't really make you any better or different from all the poisoners or murderesses that died the same way I'll make you die.

The hammer scares you?

Well let me introduce the two of you to each other.
I place it on your belly, the heavy, cold iron head sinking into soft flesh, the long, well-worn handle pointing downwards, resting on your mound.
I watch a while, the tool of your torture gently rising and sinking back with your breathing. You will not be doing that for so much longer.

I pick up your left foot, and prick the top of the arch with the spike. The toes curl.
I gradually trace the nail up, over your shin, past the knee, along the inner thigh. You slowly part your legs as the nailtip tracks upward. I flip over the hammer resting on your belly, so that the handle now comes to lie between your tits. It's out of the way so the nail can slip easily between your glistening cunt-lips. Gasp, shudder. Slut. But I don't hurt you there. Instead the nail continues tracking upward, over your lower abdomen, circling your navel and briefly dipping in, up again, following the outlines of ribs, circling a tit.,spiraling inward. A few laps around the areola and then I start poking just beneath the nipple. Deeper and deeper.

You're trembling quite a bit now and your breath is ragged.
This is the tiniest of pains comparing to what will come and you're struggling to deal with it?
I didn't even break the skin!
What a pathetic wretch.
The cross will break you utterly.
And you want to be an example for your poor acolyte?
Did she ... trust you?

But our little journey continues over the chest and a delicate neck, over your chin to the lower lip which I pull down with the nailtip. You've already placed your kiss on the head vainly hoping to earn some absolution. Your eyes are a well of longing.

I know your type, I say, you've imagined a thousand times what it would be like if they caught youi and crucified you.
And in your dreams you've softened and rounded it till the cross becomes an imagined ravishing lover while you pleasured yourself, overcome with the thrill of fearful lust.
And yes the cross will take you but it's a cruel rapist.

You meekly shake your head but I knmow I'm right. The nail wanders past your ear down the neck again, through the armpit and down your arm, along the inside of the elbow, up to the wrist, that little space at the base of it, where I press in.

I don't actually hate you or your kind.
I'd feel like a goddamn jerk if I didn't give you some reward for your submission. But also I really enjoy torturing you on a deeper level.

So I'll give you a choice.
Where do you want the first nail, my dear? Shall we start right here through the wrist? Or return to the beginning of this pilgrimage?

And I give you an evil grin because deep inside, past the armor of pretend courage, I sense there's a cowering scared little thing that's afraid of making any choice, ever.

"N-nail my left wrist first! Please!" I manage to gasp out, unthinking and needing to respond

 

[algabal]

"N-nail my left wrist first! Please!" I manage to gasp out, unthinking and needing to respond

Oh fuck now I'm confused. Which of you is which anyway?

 

[Shoshana Crux Dove]

Oh fuck now I'm confused. Which of you is which anyway?

Oh sorry! Need to make my posts clearer and make a coherent plot but I was posting as whichever woman you're psychologically tormenting before you nail her?

 

[Shoshana Crux Dove]

Oh fuck now I'm confused. Which of you is which anyway?

TBH I am aware of my own shortcomings in my posts and one is I have themes and ideas that I like (the suffering women as the Christa and the thieving whores, Queen of the Jews, classic crucified women suffering under the Romans etc.) but plotlines and long consistent stories are not my strength-in that area i admit I am a consumer rather than a producer.

 

[Blue]

For what little it's worth, you can bet your life I will!


Your courage got a bit ahead of you darling?

It's getting very real, very soon now, and maybe you'll eventually reach whatever mystical heights of agony and ecstasy you're hoping for but before you get there it's just going to be a lot of plain old shrieking pain.

But I forgive you already.

For all the screaming and bawling and pointless begging and please no no let me down and whatever.
You're going to do it like they all do.
And that's OK.
You're only human, and it's nice you're being so cooperative and if it helps you to imagine there's some deep meaning and fate behind what I'm going to do to your surrendered body, good for you.
But it doesn't really make you any better or different from all the poisoners or murderesses that died the same way I'll make you die.

The hammer scares you?

Well let me introduce the two of you to each other.
I place it on your belly, the heavy, cold iron head sinking into soft flesh, the long, well-worn handle pointing downwards, resting on your mound.
I watch a while, the tool of your torture gently rising and sinking back with your breathing. You will not be doing that for so much longer.

I pick up your left foot, and prick the top of the arch with the spike. The toes curl.
I gradually trace the nail up, over your shin, past the knee, along the inner thigh. You slowly part your legs as the nailtip tracks upward. I flip over the hammer resting on your belly, so that the handle now comes to lie between your tits. It's out of the way so the nail can slip easily between your glistening cunt-lips. Gasp, shudder. Slut. But I don't hurt you there. Instead the nail continues tracking upward, over your lower abdomen, circling your navel and briefly dipping in, up again, following the outlines of ribs, circling a tit.,spiraling inward. A few laps around the areola and then I start poking just beneath the nipple. Deeper and deeper.

You're trembling quite a bit now and your breath is ragged.
This is the tiniest of pains comparing to what will come and you're struggling to deal with it?
I didn't even break the skin!
What a pathetic wretch.
The cross will break you utterly.
And you want to be an example for your poor acolyte?
Did she ... trust you?

But our little journey continues over the chest and a delicate neck, over your chin to the lower lip which I pull down with the nailtip. You've already placed your kiss on the head vainly hoping to earn some absolution. Your eyes are a well of longing.

I know your type, I say, you've imagined a thousand times what it would be like if they caught youi and crucified you.
And in your dreams you've softened and rounded it till the cross becomes an imagined ravishing lover while you pleasured yourself, overcome with the thrill of fearful lust.
And yes the cross will take you but it's a cruel rapist.

You meekly shake your head but I knmow I'm right. The nail wanders past your ear down the neck again, through the armpit and down your arm, along the inside of the elbow, up to the wrist, that little space at the base of it, where I press in.

I don't actually hate you or your kind.
I'd feel like a goddamn jerk if I didn't give you some reward for your submission. But also I really enjoy torturing you on a deeper level.

So I'll give you a choice.
Where do you want the first nail, my dear? Shall we start right here through the wrist? Or return to the beginning of this pilgrimage?

And I give you an evil grin because deep inside, past the armor of pretend courage, I sense there's a cowering scared little thing that's afraid of making any choice, ever.

This is an absolute gem of an entry! Your visual art is top-notch, now I see your narrative and writing style equals it. Thank you for this amazing piece!

 

[algabal]

TBH I am aware of my own shortcomings in my posts and one is I have themes and ideas that I like (the suffering women as the Christa and the thieving whores, Queen of the Jews, classic crucified women suffering under the Romans etc.) but plotlines and long consistent stories are not my strength-in that area i admit I am a consumer rather than a producer.

No need to apologize you haven't offended anyone.
You will be crucified very soon and I won't forget what you said about where the first nail needs to go!
Because, in this one question, and only that, your wish is my command.
After that my every whim is your inescapable fate!

 

[algabal]

This is an absolute gem of an entry! Your visual art is top-notch, now I see your narrative and writing style equals it. Thank you for this amazing piece!

I will freely admit that not all the concepts in that post are 100% (c) me.
When it comes to stuff like this I'll have to credit @malins is the wellspring of inspiration.

 

[Blue]

I will freely admit that not all the concepts in that post are 100% (c) me.
When it comes to stuff like this I'll have to credit @malins is the wellspring of inspiration.

Yes, I was thinking it was as intense as some of @malins work!

 

[Cella]

I’m glad I got to be the first one to give this a great art a heart react. You are really giving us a buffet for the eyes with the last two images. These latest women are almost modelesque, but models are not as sexy. They look stunning dancing naked on the nails with their long wavy hair flowing bring them. Shame that they’ll only suffer a few days before they die!

I'm sure the girl on the left wishes she were crucified by the master. I mean, look how tightly and securely the master nailed his condemned girl. She's suffering well and dancing provocatively, with obscene exposure, to entertain the spectators. She has the ability to effectively push, pull, and strain against the nails to change her position on the cross allowing her to better breathe and have some control over the intense agonies of crucifixion. In rather stark contrast the apprentice left far too much nail shaft exposed. This girl's wrists and feet will slide over the exposed iron making it difficult for her to maintain any sustained position on the cross since she will not be able to effectively push, pull, or strain against the nails. This will tire her out much more quickly and contribute to an earlier death. She will also suffer increasing anxiety, looking down from her elevated position, that her body is not securely affixed to the cross and may fall off at any point if the improperly driven nails pull out of the wood. Imagine that! Finding herself hanging by only one wrist or have a dangling foot unable to provide any support. With no secure support her body is merely flailing around. A sure sign of sloppy work for an executioner!

The authorities will also be upset with the apprentice. His girl will also more rapidly lose blood because the nail heads are not compressing her wounds. This will no doubt also contribute to a much earlier death--maybe in less than a day. This completely violates the will of the state that crucifixions should extend the agonies of the crucified and draw out deaths for as long as possible. He should be ordered to put up a ladder and try to drive the nails in further to properly complete the crucifixion. Maybe even take the girl down and try again.

The master is no doubt shaking his head in exasperation. Kids today! No respect for hard work and tradition. It's just wham, bam, get 'em up. Where's the sensuous posing and presentation of a beautiful naked woman against the wood? It's not just an execution, after all. It's art! Bah!

 

[algabal]

Absolutely lovin' it how everyone has their own interpretation of this.
And they're all great in their own way.

I have to admit that the pic is purely visually developed without much of a storyline behind it.

Originally both girls had the same combo of ropes + nails.
Visually since one of them had a very symmetric and 'classic' three nails FemJeez post the other one had to be asymmetrically posed and mabye not so neatly done.
Just a purely visual requirement.
While you're at it, whipmarks etc.

Then very late in fixing up the pics (it's layers in Photoshop) I just decided to do away with the ropes for three-nail girl.
Makes her cleaner still. Enhances the contrast.
Then literally in the minute before before posting it, well okay it needs a title doesn't it?

It's an upward-reaching composition but I've totally overused titles like "the only way is up" etc.
So the clean vs. sloppy contrast crystallized into "Master and Apprentice"
and then you precious crux girls go and come up with all these wonderful stories!
Thanks, love you all to bits, the more so when you're wailing on the wood!

 

[Loinclothslave]

Oh fuck now I'm confused. Which of you is which anyway?

I thought it was obvious, both @malins and @Shoshana Crux Dove are the kneeling crux-girl from that fabulous picture you shared that triggered this wonderful series of erotic prose… Why only let one have all the fun when there’s actually a queue of kneeling slaves practically begging for their total submission to your eloquent ministrations?

 

[malins]

I thought it was obvious, both @malins and @Shoshana Crux Dove are the kneeling crux-girl from that fabulous picture you shared that triggered this wonderful series of erotic prose…

yes it's true whe can see ourselves in her,

kneeling, face turned upward to our promised fate,
anticipating, aflame with hope, fear & lust
but also of course we slip our soul into the other one,
to be her, who's already held so firmly by that cross,
thankful to be held safe now in that firm embrace -- in that she can no longer stray from the path to destiny...
... no more wrong choices ...
beautifully giving herself and waking that desire,
to be taken like that
( or for others ... to do it! and where would we be without you!! )

but the most recent image 'Master &Apprentice' had me imagining as well,

if there's perhaps also a leader/follower aspect among the victims,
with one of them trying her best to be an example to the other how to submit to a pure sacrifice on that cross, and that got me writing a bit...

Algabal has picked this up with his crucifier character,
who isn't an out of control maniac but confident in doing what needs to be done,
and sees through our pitiful attempts to cope with the cross,
trying to make sense of what will turn us into senseless squirming flesh...
But he doesn't mock us too hardly, he knows we need this to calm ourselves and become able to resign to our fate.
He is right it is easier said than done!

And I think there's enough of that push and pull there, such as him now daring me to make a choice,
that I feel tempted to try and weave a little story around that