• Sign up or login, and you'll have full access to opportunities of forum.

Crucifixion scenes (never mind the breast torture)

Go to CruxDreams.com
In the meantime this shouold go here, posted it when breast skewers came up elsewhere.

someone climbed back up and gave her a little something
65-l1.png
As admitted in the other thread I'm a great fan of them and usually there'll be a layer in each pic that has one to toggle on and off :D

They are not always perfectly appropriate though for each composition and here I'd decided that for the default rendtion they don't really help, but for a close up it's fine
 
Well there's an entire thread on here titled why do men love to torture breasts.

They are obviously a signifier of the feminine, soft tender and sensitive and so they get tortured.

since I am appreciater of shapes I don't like tortures that deform them too much from their original form though :devil:

Skewers are nice because uh well, they contrast something cold, hard, sharp and piercing with the soft yielding breast.
But don't damage the shape of it too much once pushed through so we still have nice tits to look at. Simple as that.

Graphically "because I can" as I don't have to redesign the pic to include or remove them.
Copmpare that to say some of the Markus style tit tortures where you'd have to basically redo the whole pic if you went "ah well I want to remove the breast torture from this pic"

Now I could go on a long rant how great it feels to slowly push a skewer through quivering cruxette boobs
14_crn4_a.jpgb
but that would of course all be made up, and so it goes into an RP or caption.

Another thought I had during my early phase of crux artwork is that if some guys have decided they're going to crucify a woman, nail her living flesh and bone to a wooden cross, they are probably going to do all sorts of other shit to her too.
Rapes and beatings for sure but the boobs are an obvious target.

If you look at some of the early victims of alga-ballistics, they have been quite roughly treated.

Like, the girl might have been heavily whipped, repeatedly punched in the face, have her knees scraped from crawling on sharp gravel, and then something like thorny brambles wrapped around her thighs and tits. And then she's roped up on the cross, here's a crown of daisies for our cutie, and next come the nails.
Also consider the infamous 'curly girl' on top of everything else they whipped the soles of her feet and knocked out a tooth or two.

"After the raid" basically sums up the vibe of the early pics ... raiders have burned down the village and done nasty shit to those women they haven't carted off as slaves.
It's basically Brutalized by Barbarians.

Over time I have genereally trended away from having that as the default scenario. Nothing wrong with it but been there done that.
nowadays there are sometimes victims where it's, the cross and only the cross, and sometimes elements that suggest some more involved scenario
 
algabal said:
Question to staff members hi there @Eulalia @Wragg

My thread is sorted into "Pics from the internet etc." which by description "This section is for female crux related images, found on the web or elsewhere."

I'm not posting things I found on the web though, but my original work.

I therefore politely request this be moved if possible to "Members original artwork"
https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/forums/crucified-women-members-original-artwork.37/

Thanks!
Click to expand...
Oh yes, that can be done. It's one of our most venerable threads, started before my time, in 2008! But that was long before we separated out the 'Members original artwork', and it got overlooked at that point. I'll move and a message should reach you (and everyone who's contributed to the thread)
 
algabal said:
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...
I pick up your left foot, and prick the top of the arch with the spike ... gradually trace the nail up, over your shin, past the knee, along the inner thigh. ... along the inside of the elbow, up to the wrist, that little space at the base of it, where I press in.
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?
Click to expand...

Do you have any idea of the turmoil within!
I try and fail to keep calm and still.
To not only offer myself but also not lose myself,
not abandon myself too soon to this storm...

Yes you haven't so much as broken my skin but you're already torturing me deeper inside...

It would be easier had you just slapped me onto the beam,
limbs pinned by your assistant,
pound in the spikes and be done with it!
let me scream!
thrash wildly!
and forget myself!

But that's not what you do.
You give me the weight of cold iron low on my belly, which only fans the glowing ember of arousal deep within...
the probing point of the spike coursing over my skin, letting me understand how easy I am to penetrate...
... making me yearn for it...

I should have known I could not pass such a test.
How many of us have you had under your hands like this, how many have you fixed to the hurt-beam?
You are an experienced captain on this journey,
you navigate by heart, read every sign,
while I, in uncharted waters, have blundered into the maelstrom...

You've chided me a slut for how my naked helpless body answers to you,
and in a way you are right.
The rules of my order forbade me to give myself to any man,
but for days of celebration when the borders between worlds grow thin...
and even then I had to remain hidden, not my face but only my body known
and when a child came of it, it was taken by the Order, never to know whence it came...

Those dark feasts, they were too much to forget desire but not enough to slake it,
and so yes it's true, much like you say, often I've dreamed,
imagined that one man who would fully take me,
and how could it happen other than this!

* * *

You pass the spike into my fingers, knowing I won't try anything silly, anything futile.
You watch with a smile as my fingertips slide slowly along its length,
A round shaft, not the usual square one

It's much quicker, hence cheaper, to beat iron into four sided shapes, than patiently round it.
You've chosen these on purpose for us.
For me.
Thank you.

"Yes woman, you will thank me later" you say,
"when you need to twist and turn your pierced limbs and joints on them."
"but when you hang still again, that's when you'll want to curse me!"
"Because they'll give you a little less pain as you move, but they'll also let you last longer."

"I've seen somew who'd harry their wounds on four-sided spikes,"
"So they might bleed freely, and pass more quickly,
"There'll be none of that for you."

And then you throw the choice upon me.
That I should ask of you,
where to sink the first spike into my flesh.

And you've seen me tremble and quiver and fail,
and you know you'll watch me wilt on this tree of destiny,
watch my twisted figure soar,
so you expect me to despair,
but in this I'll surprise you, and choose without doubt.

"I would ask of you Sir, that so long as I could,"
"I might have my hand around the spike as you drive it."
"Like I have now,"
"make it mine for a moment, before it takes possession of me, forever"

"And so if it is my choice, I place it here"
setting my right foot firmly back onto the heavy beam,
lowering the spike upon the instep,
searching your eyes for approval.

me sitting up on the beam, holding the nail,
you close by with the hammer,
you've had my poor acolyte brought up,
bound at ankles and knees, and hands behind her back
and your apprentice pressed up behind her, his hands wandering, enjoying,
we all so close together,
a circle of fate closing out the wide world,
Her eyes seeking out mine for assurance,
His seeking out yours for approval,
you calmly in command.

"Say it one more time" you demand,
"I love hearing it from your mouth"

I am ready, Sir.
Crucify me.

You acknowledge me with a nod,
and bring down the hammer with a short, sharp, stroke,
biting,
blinding,
as I grit my teeth and throw my head back ...
 
thecuriousone said:
If you measure wrong, her arms won't reach the crossbeam.
Click to expand...
That's something for the apprentice crucifier to be aware of.
But when you've done this often enough you get a good sense for the proper placement, just like she said:
malins said:
I will my muscles to relaxn. Be pliable, as you correct the position of my limbs.
You know exactly where everything needs to go.
Click to expand...

She's already been laid out with her back on the crossbeam, wrists and feet in the right places.
But she's asked me to let ger het up again because she wants do do this thing where she holds the first nail while I pound it in.

Since she's been a good girl ever since her stripping I've allowed that.
Her foot is still in the right position, so no worries, I am not going to mess this up and when she goes up you'll get a very nice view.
 
malins said:
"Say it one more time" you demand, "I love hearing it from your mouth"

I am ready, Sir. Crucify me.

You acknowledge me with a nod, and bring down the hammer with a short, sharp, stroke,
biting, blinding,
as I grit my teeth and throw my head back ...
Click to expand...

Consider placing a nail a bit under the wrist, in between where the two bones in the forearm meet.

Now let the hammer drop, sometimes that's already enough to push the spike all the way through.
Not much meat there.

A foot is another matter.
It's quite more substantial, after all it carries weight all day.
You absolutely can get through with one blow, I've done it, but that's going to be one of those dramatic swings.
Where the crowd draws in a breath as you raise that hammer ALL the way up.
And bring it crashing down.

A short tap like this is enough to break the skin and drive in the spike, forcing the flesh apart - but not nearly enough to push it through.

I'm choosing the occasion to make a little demonstration.

For the other girl who can get an idea of what's waiting for her, what getting nailed is actually going to be like. Up close.

For my apprentice who gets to see a new way of doing it.

And for this condemned witch herself, who'll probably soon regret wanting to be so involved with her own execution.

Though I guess having your hands free does help you cope.
You can press them against the wound, rub your foot, cover your face with your hands and have a little cry, rend your hair, whatever you want.
Wallow in self-pity or scream your lungs out, just so long as you don't get in the way of my work on you.

You both did a bit of struggling when we caught you and dragged you here.
But you've been quite docile from the second I ripped the clothes off you.
You took it as, once you're naked in front of such as us, there's no way back, you're dead anyway?
Well you're not exactly wrong.

You're stretched out, taking deep breaths, but now pushing yourself up again, leaning forward.
The spike is sticking out of the top of your foot, it's easily deep in enough to hold. An inch or so.
You gingerly touch the skin around where it went in, run your fingertips around, explore up the nail shaft and down again.
Yes dear it is really happening.

Then our eyes meet.
Go on, you say. Finish.

Not so fast my dear.
Before doing so I have my apprentice move in and put his fingers under the sole of your foot.
Feel for it.
When you feel something pushing through, tell me.

Now I let the hammerhead drop onto the nail from just a few inches.
A series of little taps driven only by its weight.

Your hands claw into your poor hurting foot and in the rhythm of my taps you're rocking forward and exhaling, uh, uh uh.
You're doing quite well darling.
You're beginning to understand what it means to be nailed to the wood but we aren't even halfway there.

I can feel it, exclaims my assistant.
I verify, pressing my fingers firmly into the arch ... yes there is something, I can feel it out, a little hard knot inside.
Now with each tap that is going to come further until it pushes out the skin and breaks through.

I order the acolyte girl to feel for it as well.
First she "doesn't want to" but after a bit of armtwisting persuasion she complies.

I explain to my assistant how if you use round nails and push them through slowly, things can move aside.
You don't cut any important veins when you do it this way.
And the round nail plugs the wound, helped by the swelling and the pressure of displaced flesh.

This is how they last.
This is when you want the cross to take it all.
To wring the life from every fiber of their body, until finally their spirit flees and so, the witch is purged from our plane of existence.

In most crucifixions, everything is just too wild and fast and you never have the chance to really feel it like this.
We are all going to feel this, in our own way.
After each tap, our fingers explore.

And now, you do it too.
You reach around and probe for the point, that will soon emerge.
You need to feel it.
Yes feel it dear.
Feel it.
The iron spike invading your flesh.
Welcome it when it erupts from your skin.
 
mp5stab said:
Yeah, I forgot that this thread was started in the time before time… before Facebook.
Click to expand...
I hate to be pedantic, no wait, who am I kidding, I love to be pedantic. Facebook started in 2004, but for the first few years, you had to have a .edu email address to sign up.

But I understand you youngsters not knowing that. ;-)
 
algabal said:
stop mentioning Names of Evil here, I'm not even done cruxing this witch-girl and I already need to do the next exorcism!?!
Click to expand...
Mene, mene, tekel upharsin!

Or in the modern world:

Instagram, Twitter, Google, WhatsApp.
mp5stab said:
Well if she does a full 360 neck turn, started foaming at the mouth, and says “TikTok” then you have a real issue.
Click to expand...
Time for Tubular Bells!
algabal said:
I said not to utter the names of the demons and their abodes. Do that again and you'll climb the next tree!
Click to expand...
Too late. I have previously read the dread Necrotelicomnicon (The Book of the Phone Numbers of the Dead) and my soul is already lost, forever!
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom