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Katja On The Cross
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montycrusto
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Would be nice to know who the artist is. Is it you?
NiupraFan
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It's the great ATroX who is a master of depictions of galley slave and crux women. His heroine was Katja and her lover Jana. His art is on Crux Forum.
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montycrusto
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Ok got it, thanks
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montycrusto
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Very nice!
(If the artist is a cruxforums member, you can tag them like this : @misskatie25 , then they get a notification that they have been mentioned
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NiupraFan
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On The X Cross. The artist is Cenart. @cenartVery nice!
(If the artist is a cruxforums member, you can tag them like this : @misskatie25 , then they get a notification that they have been mentioned
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montycrusto
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@cenart ‘s work is incredible! Very expressive and bold.. occasionally goes a little bit too far for me (e.g. flaying skin off) but awesome work!
NiupraFan
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I didn't enjoy his Lingchi series when it got to flaying our heroine alive, but I was quite entertained by the tortures inflicted on "the subversive - female rebel general".@cenart ‘s work is incredible! Very expressive and bold.. occasionally goes a little bit too far for me (e.g. flaying skin off) but awesome work!
NiupraFan
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Artist Unknown.
The citizens of the town gathered to watch the procession of naked women each carrying their patibulum and staggering up to Traitors Hill, goaded along by the whips of soldiers.
As the prisoners reached the summit, they could see those who preceded them nailed to crosses.
Cassia, her bare feet bloodied and bruised from the sharp stones she had walked over and her back and buttocks striped by whip lashes, gasped when she saw her blonde friend Diana high up on a cross. "Oh, Diana, oh you poor girl," Cassia exclaimed.
"Who said you could talk, whore," a soldier yelled and lashed Cassia's ass and back. The girl, impelled by those blows, stumbled and fell face down in the dirt. More lashes followed as she lay weeping on the ground.
Two soldiers came over to her, grabbed the heavy wooden patibulum and flipped Cassia over on her back. They untied the coarse rope binding her arms and wrists to the patibulum. Then they began the gruesome task of nailing the girl's wrists to the wood.
Cassia was in unbelievable agony, yelling and screaming. Meanwhile a third soldier attended to her bare feet, placing each ankle on either side of the stipes, so that the genitals could be well displayed.
As the nails were driven in, Cassia raised up from the cross as far as she could, her nipples pointing upward, stiff as they were engorged by pain and fear, her sweat-soaked breasts gleaming in the sun.
Finally the young nude was ready to be lifted up. Now Cassia had joined the other crucified women who adored Traitors Hill. She would suffer for hours on the cross as the townsfolk thronged to watch the women struggle to breathe, lifting themselves up and easing down again against the unyielding wooden cross, their breasts jiggling, quivering and bouncing. It was an entertaining spectacle for the admirers of crucifixions.
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montycrusto
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You beat me to it by a couple of seconds!
NiupraFan
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NiupraFan
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Muscular babe on the cross. The artist is FullExposure3D
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NiupraFan
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As the citizens of the town wandered among the forest of crosses on Traitors Hill, enjoying the sight of the naked women nailed to their crosses struggling to breathe, their full boobs bouncing and wobbling, some of a more sadistic nature requested the guards to uncoil their slave whips and lash the unfortunate victims. For example, the buxom Lydia attracted the attention of a group of men and women gather at the foot of her cross. “Lash the whore, solider,” one women demanded. “See to her tits and pussy.” “And what do you offer, madam?” the soldier asked. Coins were exchanged, and the soldier dutifully threw his leather whip along the undersides of Lydia’s breasts, causing those fleshy orbs to leap into the air and then fall back to the slave’s chest. The pain was incredible and Lydia emitted full throated screams over the laughter and jeering of her spectators. “Now her cunt,’” the woman demanded. The whip parted her pink lips eliciting animalistic howls from Lydia, to the great delight of her audience. More coins were passed. “Do it again,” the women ordered. Artist unknown.
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crumera
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While the apprentice is running back to the workshop to get the nails, going to have some unscheduled fun with her.
