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[Eulalia]

Was it you or Melissa that found a picture of a crude wood scaffold that women were crucified next to each other and vertically one above the other?

h'm, not quite sure what you're thinking of Tree -
I vaguely recall one with a kind of gigantic wooden framework
with lots of women crucified on it?
I think Melissa and Julie came up with something on those lines.

 

[thehangingtree]

h'm, not quite sure what you're thinking of Tree -
I vaguely recall one with a kind of gigantic wooden framework
with lots of women crucified on it?
I think Melissa and Julie came up with something on those lines.

I'll ask her...

 

[DarkAngel]

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Wow, that is really hot....I think I'll just go ahead and save that right there.

 

[ravenaj]

A clever girl takes care for her sedulum.

 

[ravenaj]

Once apon a time ...

 

[Madiosi]

A clever girl takes care for her sedulum.

Once apon a time ...

Great manips!

 

[ravenaj]

If they string you up it will take an hour, minimum.
The saw would be faster. But the executioners will take a rest halfway. Be sure, it takes an hour, too.
Just a wheel? You think you will pass out after they have broken the first bones? After the disembowelment? As soon as you feel the birds pecking your face, your private parts, your guts, you will change your mind.

They granted you the ease to share your last moments with your beloved. Therefore you have given up the chance of a fast death by sword or axe? Oh yes, the people here around are curious about your last doings. They will give you enough time to finish at least one orgasm. At the price of your public humilation, their jeering, their hooting. Let's see when you start to regret this.

 

[culus]

If they string you up it will take an hour, minimum.
The saw would be faster. But the executioners will take a rest halfway. Be sure, it takes an hour, too.
Just a wheel? You think you will pass out after they have broken the first bones? After the disembowelment? As soon as you feel the birds pecking your face, your private parts, your guts, you will change your mind.

They granted you the ease to share your last moments with your beloved. Therefore you have given up the chance of a fast death by sword or
axe? Oh yes, the people here around are curious about your last doings. They will give you enough time to finish at least one orgasm. At the price of your public humilation, their jeering, their hooting. Let's see when you start to regret this.

Nice collection of images! Quite erotic to imagine a couple fucking for one last time while captive and restrained and then finally put to death by being tied to the wheel and broken, or sawed in two, etc. A final, desperately raw, but passionate coitus, before a hideous and painful death.

 

[ravenaj]

Human sacrifice - the best way to refine metal

 

[Madiosi]

Human sacrifice - the best way to refine metal

OMG is that hot!

 

[ravenaj]

No, she did not murder the hot-tempered king. She did not even plot to do so.

Nevertheless she was charged with high treason. And found guilty. Only because he wanted to punish her.



The man called in a last favour. He asked to stay with this infamous female creature for the rest of his life. The king was furious about that, but he granted it. And she knew why it was granted. This wish brought horrible torture, slow death, doom.

This stupid man did it only because he loved her. Dearly. As she loved him. True, she would have done the same for this man. But now she was angry. She had been convinced, he had heeded her advice to forget her, to find another girl. But she was angry with herself, too, because of her selfish joy and thankfulness that this beloved man would not leave her side till their dire end.



The furious king told them to marry. And the bridal night was the beginning of their ordeal.

Personally he watched over their punishment. At the beginning he made them suffer only minor humilations. Among others he ordered to consumate the marriage in public. So the pair was brought to the marketplace. In the midst of the curious crowd all their clothes were removed. The man was fixed to a rack, and in front of everybody she had to bring his penis to an erection. She took time to do so. At the beginning she was shy, afraid of the dirty jokes of the people. But soon she realized, from now on her only purpose in life was this man at the rack.

It was obvious she used the oportunity for more than just a last caressing. She wanted to give him heaven, with breasts and vulva, hands and mouth. And finally she succeeded. It was obvious he was going to ejaculate any second. But immediately she was made to squat over him and insert his penis.



No chance for an orgasm. The king wanted the guards not only to hinder them permanently to feel sexual lust , he wanted the pair to suffer by beeing together. He even planned to make them hate each other.

The man on the rack was still not able to move. So it was the woman who was grabbed, her body was bent forwards and backwards. And they stitched up their genitals against each other with some boiled out guts. It was dawning on the couple that they would stay together like this for the rest of their life.



The day and the following night they spent in a cage, dangling from the palace walls. It was chilly and damp. In the pale light of the moon they huddled up, embraced each other, kissed, and tried carefully to move their tightly attached private parts. But all the efforts to satisfy their sexual lust were in vain. It was not even possible to empty the bladders.



Next morning they were brought to the place of execution. Sewn together it was easier for them when he carried his love, her legs around his hips. He had to get with her on a bullock wagon. Guards escorted them and a second cart, fully laden with utensils necessary for their torture.



Outside of the city, at the glacis, the pair had to climbe up a wooden podium. There were two beams, side by side, with a small gap in between. It looked like a bench, but they knew, what the gap was for. Whatever would happen to them primarily, at the end it was intended to impale them.



Now they had to sit down there. The couple held tight, kissed. The guards gave them some seconds, but then they ordered them to lean back. They stretched out their limbs, fastened his arms at her legs, and vice versa. With iron shackles every movement of the two bodies was made impossible. The guards inserted funnels in the mouths. And slowly but steadily the bellies were filled with water.



More and more onlookers gathered around the podium. Only in the afternoon the executioner would start his work. Now they watched mere the preparations. At the best some convulsing limbs, when a new water hose was emptied.



The man and the woman on the podest did not have many opportunities to think about something else than swallowing, breathing, and avoiding to vomit. He felt her cough attacks with the penis in her body, but he was distracted by his own fight against the water and it‘s tendency to fill the lungs instead of the belly.



Finally the peers arrived, a herald told the people about the crimes of the condemned. And the deathsmen started to check their knives.



No funnels any more, the chains less tight. What a relief!

When he raised his head, he could not see her any more. There were only the big mountain s of bellies. And he raised his head more than once, when his body convulsed because of the cramps in his intestine.

There was continuous pressure on the bladder. But at the best some drops trickled from their sewed genitals.

His hands felt for her calves, her ankles. There were the irons and the chains. He started to caress her feet. She answered, and her legs rubbed tenderly against his chest.



Then some masked tortureres planted themself in front of him. There were knives and hooks, red-hot tongs, pincers, pins and big needles.



Suddenly her legs started to twitch. Her hands clenched his shanks. A groan. He raised his head and gazed terrified. Guts gushed out of her belly, bloated, heavy. They slipped from her body to the platform, to the ground.



And then cautiously they cut in his swollen belly, too. The first intestinal loop oozed out. They extended the cuts, from breastbone to pubis. Without any hurry the executioners started to work in the open bellies, to sew, to cut, to scorche with hot irons. The pain was unbelievable, but neither of the couple passed out. They grabbed each others limbs, felt the suffering of the beloved. Their connected genitals communicated. And so they found strength, escaped madness.



Finally all the guts were removed. Two empty bodies, but still alive. Inside them the executioners fumbled around less and less.

And as soon as it did not seem that the delinquents would bleed to death, the hangmen started with the next step.



The chains were relaxed even more, and the guards helped the man and the woman to sit up. With open mouths the spectators looked at the disembowelled bodies. Just as the delinquents did.

Within their hollow bellies they could see hardly some remnants. The bowels existed only as stumps. the guts were plainly cut off and sewed up. Then he noticed the charred wounds, where the hot iron had stopped all the bleedings. And the bulging balls down there could only be their urinary bladders.



Suddenly the woman started to tremble. His penis felt something penetrating her anus. Something big. Then he saw it. And noticed that an other stake was just beginning to overstrech his anus, too.



The man barely noticed the slicing of his own stomach to allow his pole to leave the belly. He was only interested in the woman. Her stake had already intruded the oesophagus in her chest. He noticed her pain, saw the dismay in her face. When she felt the pole appear in her throat, she darted a last look at him. Then she was forced to tilt her head back, and soon afterwards the stake came out of her mouth.

He stared at her. Admired for a last time her beautiful breasts. And then he had to tilt back his own head.



To prevent them from asphyxation the executiners inserted two small tubes in their windpipes. Then they adjusted the two bodies and started to sew the open sides of the bellies at each other, his to hers. At the end there was only one single, large, empty space. And before they comleted their work, they stuffed them through the hole with pitch and sawdust, everything in small hoses.



The two stakes were secured with two thin crossbars in a parallel position, one near their heads, one near their buttocks. Chains fixated the arms behind the back of the other. The legs were bent at the knees, the ankles shackled to the lower crossbar.



Now the pair was transported to a fireplace. They would not burn, they would roast to death. The guards mounted them to a big rotisserie. They even pinned the poles through a mirror to reflect the heat toward their faces.



The mirror had a side effect. The man and the woman could see what happened around them. But the most important thing she saw was the love in his eyes when he looked at her. No, the king would never succeed. Their love was too great. Burning for each other, hotter than the embers below them.



When they started to rotate, the world around them vanished slowly. For a long time she felt his caressing hands at her back. Then all sensation including the horrible pain went away. Their hair was scorched. The skin started to become crispy, then carbonized. Arms and legs shrank, distorted in their joints. Finally their vision became blurred. Her face was the last he saw. He would take it with him to eternity.



For hours the people saw slight movements of the tortured. But finally, at the midnight hour, the combustible inside their body ignited. The servants rotating the couple ran away in panic. All the area was ablaze.

The people gazed at the horrifying sight. Afraid, cowed.

Only the king was highly pleased.

 

[ravenaj]

Without nails they have a lot of time to while away ...

 

[ravenaj]

Scaphism
At the beginning I thought they used two boats. But how? Two logboats of cause! A split and hollowed tree. Just a vessel, a box to contain the delinquents.
Some wrongdoers and a split and hollowed log - Xenophon described how they handeld it on the surface. But there is another story: The couple was buried in the log. Actually a much more merciful way to let them go.


Buch V; 3. Kapitel Der Krieg gegen Chilperich und von der Bosheit des Rauching

...
Sein Weib aber nahm Rauching, ein Mann ganz von Eitelkeit erfüllt, von Hochmut aufgeblasen und voll frechen Stolzes, der so mit seinen Untergebenen umging, als ob keine Spur Menschlichkeit in ihm wäre, sondern über alles Maß menschlicher Bosheit und Unsinnigkeit gegen die Seinigen wütete und abscheuliche Untaten ausführte. Wenn z.B. ein Diener, wie es beim Gelage zu geschehen pflegt, vor ihm eine brennende Fackel hielt, so ließ er ihm die Beine entblößen und die Fackel so lange darauf stoßen, bis sie erlosch; wenn sie dann wieder angezündet war, setzte er es fort, bis die Beine des Fackelträgers ganz verbrannt waren. Wenn dieser aber schreien oder sich von der Stelle rühren wollte, zog er sogleich das Schwert blank, und während jener weinte, jauchzte er auf vor Freude. Es erzählen ferner manche auch dies: er habe unter seinen Leuten damals einen Mann und ein Mädchen gehabt, die, wie dies häufig vorkommt, sich ineinander verliebt hatten. Und als sich ihr Liebesverhältnis schon zwei Jahre oder noch länger hingezogen hatte, verbanden sie sich und flüchteten zusammen in eine Kirche. Da dies Rauching erfuhr, ging er zum Priester des Orts und verlangte, es sollten ihm seine Leute sofort wiedergegeben werden, er habe ihnen ihre Schuld verziehen. Darauf sprach der Priester zu ihm: "Du weißt, welche Ehrerbietung man den Kirchen Gottes weihen muß; du wirst sie also nicht zurückerhalten können, wenn du nicht dein Wort gibst, daß du ihre Verbindung bestehen läßt, und überdies versprichst, sie ohne alle körperliche Strafe zu lassen." Nachdem aber jener lange unschlüssig in seinen Gedanken geschwiegen hatte, wandte er sich zu dem Priester, legte die Hände auf den Altar und schwur: "Niemals sollen sie durch mich getrennt werden, sondern ich will vielmehr sorgen, daß sie verbunden bleiben, denn obwohl ich es ungern sah, daß sie ohne Bewilligung von meiner Seite dies taten, ist mir doch ganz recht, daß mein Knecht nicht eines andern Magd und sie nicht eines andern Knecht genommen hat." Arglos glaubte der Priester dem Versprechen des hinterlistigen Mannes und gab ihm die Leute unter der Bedingung der Straflosigkeit heraus. Nachdem jener sie aber erhalten hatte, dankte er und ging nach Hause. Und sogleich ließ er einen Baum schlagen, die Äste abhauen, den Stamm an den Enden durch einen Keil spalten und aushöhlen, darauf drei oder vier Fuß tief die Erde ausgraben und den Kasten in die Grube senken. Darauf ließ er das Mädchen hineinlegen gleich wie eine Tote, und den Knecht oben darauf, schloß den Deckel, füllte die Grube wieder mit Erde und begrub sie so lebendig; "ich habe meinen Schwur", sagte er dabei, "nicht verletzt, daß sie in Ewigkeit nicht getrennt werden sollen."

 

[ravenaj]

Book V; Chapter 3: The War Against Chilperic and the Wickedness of Rauching

...

But Rauching, a man filled with vanity, puffed up with arrogance, and full of insolent pride, took his wife. He treated his subordinates as if there was no trace of humanity in him, but instead raged against his people with an excess of human wickedness and madness, committing atrocious deeds. For example, if a servant, as is customary at a banquet, held a burning torch before him, he would order the servant’s legs to be exposed and the torch to be pressed against them until it went out; once it was relit, he would continue until the torchbearer’s legs were entirely burned. If the servant dared to cry out or move, Rauching would immediately draw his sword, and while the servant wept, Rauching would shout with joy.

Moreover, some also tell this story: Among his people, there was a man and a girl who, as often happens, had fallen in love with each other. After their relationship had lasted for two years or more, they joined together and fled to a church. When Rauching learned of this, he went to the priest of the place and demanded that his people be returned to him at once, claiming he had forgiven them. The priest then said to him, "You know the respect that must be shown to the churches of God; therefore, you will not be able to take them back unless you give your word that you will allow their union to remain intact and promise not to punish them physically."

After remaining silent for some time, uncertain in his thoughts, Rauching turned to the priest, placed his hands on the altar, and swore, "Never shall they be separated by me; rather, I will ensure that they remain together, for although I was displeased that they acted without my consent, it is only right that my servant has not taken another's maid, and she has not taken another's servant."

The priest, guileless, believed the promise of this deceitful man and handed over the couple under the condition of immunity from punishment. After receiving them, Rauching thanked him and went home. Immediately, he ordered a tree to be felled, its branches chopped off, and the trunk split at the ends with a wedge and hollowed out. Then he had the ground dug three or four feet deep and the hollowed trunk placed in the pit. He then had the girl laid inside as if she were dead, and the servant placed on top of her, closed the lid, filled the pit with earth, and buried them alive. "I have not broken my oath," he said, "that they shall never be separated for all eternity."

 

[ravenaj]

Although they were allowed to share a cross, they will probably not climax. At least the wardens will have some diversion, wagering about it. The couple is kissing a lot, but that doesn't count.

 

[Crucified Life]

Part 1



It is unusual for this crucifixion squad to fix a woman with her back toward the cross. But the merciful master has allowed the boy to be crucified together with this girl.



It was not him who wanted them dead. It was his wife. She accused the slavegirl to steal her the husband. And he always depended on her and her families money.

Of course he used the girl for his pleasure. And sometimes the boy. And sometimes both. To watch them. To serve him. Single. Or as a pair.

All his friends and neighbours do alike. So why to plot against this slaves?

He had to give in. But the girl was an exceptional beauty. What a loss!

When the slaveboy asked him for the grace to be allowed to serve as a sedulum for the girl, he permitted it immediately. He never wanted to punish them. And, by the way, his curiosity was roused. He wanted to study the dance of their naked bodies on the cross.



The boy and the girl were in love for years. When she attracted the attention of the master, she succeeded in a very subtle way to keep the boy always by her side. With increasing frequency she had to do service to their master. And every time the master only wanted to be stimulated by watching, she displayed the best performances with her secret boyfriend. After a few weeks he was the only one who was ordered to perform sex with her.



From time to time guests were received. Friends of the family, allied politicians, business partners. The orgies lasted for days. Many slaves were kept busy, for all kind of services. On these occasions the couple was fortunately allowed to work together.

When men used him as a vessel, he burrowed his face between her breasts. When he had to serve a woman or man as a male, the girl ensured in her very discreet way that he was stiff enough.

The other way round he supported her as best he could. In a mixed group or only with women virtually never a problem occured. But each time she served one single or a group of men, he had to wait invisible in the shadow of a pillar. Even if the situation turned violent, the girl always made him stay away. And this was a darned good idea. Otherwise they would have been flogged to death instantly.

Afterwards he usually handed over towels, and accompanied her out of the room. And treated the injuries. And kissed away her tears.



The rest of the time they had the same duties like all the other domestic slaves. They received clothes, not only for protection, but also for representation. There was enough fresh water and food. And as the preferred slavepair of the master they were allowed to share the same sleeping-place.



One day happened what the pair feard most. The lady reckoned the master would gives them to much attention. She forced him to dispose the girl and the boy.

They were brought to the master. He did not even address them. He only informed the guards what was to be done. And then the impudent slaveboy made a request. What a moral decline. The guards instantly bullwipped the slaves out of the room.



The girl and the boy offered no resistance. They undressed, and were escorted immediately to the place of execution.

She trembles. The smell of decay is in the air. Carcasses without eyes glance down from their crosses. So many crosses. And one lies on the ground. Empty. Prepared for her. For them.

She wants to appear strong. For him. Her love. But she is not strong.

They did not whip them. The master ordered the guards not to torture them. In this way they will persevere on the cross for days.

She fears to collapse. So she focuses only on her next step. And the next. And finally she makes the last step in her life. Now lay down. The wood is rough. They grasp her arms. Bend them upwards, stretch them. She looks in his eyes. Two guards stand beside him. She tries to smile, but a nailtip touches her skin.

And then the pain.

The wood vibrates by the blows of a hammer. Suddenly the pain from the second arm scourges into her brain. And the vibrations come from both sides of the cross.



The pain is less than she has expected. But she feels helpless. Cruel helpless. At the mercy of everybody. She cannot move her arms. She will never again move her arms. And the guards start to play with her breasts. Her belly. Try to touch the intimate parts between her legs. Start to rape her. As they always do with girls in her situation.



Suddenly they refrain from their doings. The master is coming. Will he violate her himself? Why not, he owns her. But he only orders the boy to prepare his sedulum, bring it into position.

The arms of the boy are still bound behind his back. Some of the guards start to laugh. How will he succeed?



The pair looks at each other. After a few seconds she is imperceptible nodding. From now on everything is clear for them.

The boy approaches the girls head. He kneels down, kisses her lips. She whispers into his ear. Then he kisses her again. And bends over her. Without his arms he pushes his body forward, slowly and carefully. She kisses his chest, his navel. Finally her mouth starts to help him prepare the sedulum. And he starts to prepare the place where the sedulum will have the best usefulness.



The master smiles. Inspiring. Her body is trembling, but not from pain. The legs embrace his head. His body shakes. Then he becomes limp. Now his full weight rests on her face. And she also slackens. Her legs open, slip to the ground. Interesting.



One of the guards jumps forward. Pulls the unconscious boy off her. She is unconscious, too. That means: still alive. Good luck for the sloppy guards! They have tried to kill each other. And nearly succeeded in shortening their pending long torment. Smart move for slaves!



The girl awakes first. She watches narrowly the guards cutting the bonds of the boy. Then they tie ropes to his wrists instead. At all costs they want to prevent him from giving her a merciful, fast death. At the same time they want to allow him to use his hands. Only for the entertainment of the master. She cannot help smiling. Her entertainment will be a multiple thereof.



The guards shout at the boy to speed up. He kneels between her legs and works with his hands. They cannot rush him. And when he is prepared enough, he starts to lubricate her. She relaxes, enjoys his play. Finally she starts to feel him inside her. He tries to stimulate her more, but out of the corner of his eye he notices the one guard unrolling his bullwhip. So he slowly bends over her. He kisses her breasts. She enjoys, he enjoys. Then he licks a last farewell, and lies down over her body.

The girl kisses him. She feels his hands, caressing his arms. He runs into a protruding nail. A short moment of shock. Then he starts to pet her mauled, swollen hand, her numb fingers. She hates her helplessness, but now, with this man, she loves it. She unconditional opens up to him. Allows him everything. She wants to feel more of him. More of his tongue in her mouth. More of his manhood in her belly. Her legs cross behind his buttock, trying to press more of him into her body.



After all the guards stretch the ropes, spread out his arms. The girl knows what's going to happen. She wants to hug him, give him strengh, comfort. She wants to take the approaching pain from him. But it's a hopeless wish. She will never hug anyone again. So it's him in the moment who licks away her tears. And when the pain start to batter him, she once again hates to be so helpless.



The strokes of the hammer shake the entire cross. The wood, the nails in her arms, her bones. Each blow is an unbearable ordeal. But her thoughts are with him. He gasps. He shivers. She kisses his cheeks. Her legs hold him firm. Finally the guards have completed their doings and step back for a short brake. The unberable pain slowly fades away. And the two slaves realise that fom now on they cannot get separated any more. The guards wonder at the smiling faces of the condemned. Only the master has a vague idea.



They have positioned the arms of the boy a bit below hers. To say below is not very correct in the moment, because the cross still lies horizontal on the ground. Now the guards drag the cross to a small ditch. The knees of the boy don't rest on the ground beside the beam any more, but in this ditch. So they can bend his legs and put his feet, the insteps in particular, on the frontside of the vertical crossbeam. As near as possible to their buttocks. Therefore the legs of the boy embrace only the wood.

Now the feet of the girl, more precisely the soles of her feet, are brought into contact with his soles. So her legs embrace his thigs, rest between his legs on his feet, and indirect on the wooden beam. Hence a single nail can fix a pair of feet.



The couple has accepted whatever will happen to them. No way to fight. There has never been a way.

In the moment she suffers from his weight on her chest. And he doesn't know how to make himself less heavy.

The nails in the feet are expected. Nonetheless the intensity of the pain is a surprise.

When she feels the first nailtip on a foot she grows stiff for a moment. Then she starts kissing him intensely. And because he knows his girl, he knows what is pending.



The master keeps a close watch on everybody. With a first powerful blow the guards push the nail through both feet deep in the wood. The boy and the girl writh in pain. They groan. The maltreated limbs shiver. Unwittingly their bodies try to escape. This causes even more pain. And it is useless, the last nail is already driven deep into the beam.



In the moment the condemned have some time for themself. It is an opportunity for the pair to gain control of the situation. They suffer from a perpetual hurt. But it fades into the background. And there is their immobility. No, they are not immobile! They are only scared because of the always threatening pain.

The boy turns his head. The guards ary busy. They prepare a hole for the cross. And he is still in his girl. Time to cheer her up a bit.



The couple doesn't come far. Too early the guards return to raise the cross. They drag it to the well-prepared hole and start to elevate it. The pair slides down the rough timber. Finally the boy rests on her calves, the girl rides on his thighs. The nailed feet bear the brunt, the stretched arms mainly prevent the bodies from toppling over. Nevertheless his pelvis and back end up bent backwards, pretty much as hers. This way not only her genitals move towards his pubic area. Also the boy pushes his private parts deep into hers.



And then the cross bumps into the hole.



At the first moment – nothing. Then there is a cry. And the pair faints.



They do not hear the hammer fixing the cross with wedges. They do not notice the master leaving the scene. When the boy awakes there are only two guards in the shadow of a tree, dicing for some coins.

And there is his girl.

She is still asleep, breathing free and deep. It is possible for him to lean back a bit. There is even space enough to see her beautiful breasts and the belly. Only their pubes look like joined together. He cannot watch what happens below. But he knows that he is growing inside her body just now.



The girl opens her eyes. She sees his dear face. He is smiling at her. And she can feel him. What a pleasant moment.



Now the guards offer them a sponge, soaked with water. They know they should not drink if they don't want to prolong their torment. So they try to refuse. But the guards give short shrift. A ladder, a funnel, and two jugs. At the end they are full to bursting with liquid. Afterwards one of the guards apologises. It was an order of the wife. Lastly they leave the couple alone and return to the house.



A terrible place. The cadaver righthand once was a pearl of beauty. As a favourite of the master she was the direct predecessor of the girl. She was bound to the cross, not nailed, and on order of the wife periodically fed and watered. At the beginning of her ordeal the guards raped her daily. She died after two weeks, rended by birds and rats.



There are a lot of other carcases of former favourites, insubordinate slaves, captives. And even more bones and skulls on the ground.



To be watered is a bad surprise for the couple. But they are slaves, their owners may do with them whatever they want.

Now they cannot see their pubs, only their bellies, full of water. The girl doesn't care. She wants to kiss him. Lick his lips, his face. There is no other way to exchange caresses.

Then he starts to tilt his pelvis. Away from her, towards her. And she responds with reverse movements.

Very slight motions. But stimulating enough to increase them, despite the also always increasing pain.

Sex on the cross. They look in their eyes and start laughing. And continue moving.

More than once they reach the peak. And finally they glide in a peacful, common slumber.

That's beautiful. I would love to experience this either in fantasy form with nails or reality with ropes, with one of Cruxforums fine, willing cruxphile women interested in such an intimate shared experience. Wow!!

 

[ravenaj]

Sometimes vacations tend to end differently than planned.

 

[thehangingtree]

Sometimes vacations tend to end differently than planned.

Please note your post size. the picture (which is very good) could have been posted as a JPEG and met the rule's file size. Please keep in mind!

 

[ravenaj]

Obviously tourists are unwelcome.

 

[ravenaj]

We are next. So let's make use of our time left.