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Original Manipulations by Cruxforums Members
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Well, Barb wasn't happy with the camo shorts in my last manip (people can be quite fussy, I find, but as a man, I can't really make definitive comments on fashion), so I thought I'd try again. This is an adaptation of Ernest Normand's painting "The Bitter Draught of Slavery", a painting which, in its original version, seems to want to point out the evils of slavery, while pandering to the fact that we all want pictures of it.
In any case, here we have a sort "Arrival of a New Slave Girl". Barb (represented by Caprice) shows her usual attitude, and if we can imagine that Sheri (seated) represents Eulalia, established in her role as favoured slave girl, and one who knows the rules, that would explain the slightly amused look. The girl in the background is Demi A (or Amica), and what she's doing is open to interpretation, but she seems happy nobody is looking her way.
"So, what is this now, O Bahb-el-Indr, that Ahmed is bringing me."
"It is a new infidel slave girl who has just arrived for the harem, O Sultan Al-Wrahig. A gift from the bandits, Jahl-el-Rahi and Phallebas the Terrible."
"I thought you said they never take prisoners."
"They do not take prisoners of the men they fight, O Sultan, but they are men of commerce and know a good thing when they see it."
"Indeed, Bahb-el-Indr. But why should they wish to provide me with this gift?"
"Perhaps they are hoping your eminency will give them safety and will stop fighting them."
"Perhaps. Does she not seem to have a haughty air about her. Perhaps they have sent her to me because they wish her to cause trouble in my home."
"You think this girl is a kind of trap."
"Allah favours the cautious, Bahb-el-Indr."
"Truly your mind works differently than that of normal men, O Sultan. What is it Ahmed?"
"When they brought the girl to me, Eminences, they said she had broken the Riesling and so they must rid themselves of her before they suffered further loss."
"Broken the Riesling. Do you understand this, O Sultan?"
"Allah has not shown me the meaning of this riddle, Bahb-el-Indr, but let us remember that Jahl-el-Rahi and Phallebas are devious. Very well, take her to the dungeons. We will at least impress upon her the need for care so that she does not break any Rieslings that may be lying about the palace."
"You don't know what Riesling is, do you, O Sultan?"
"I am sure that if it is important, Allah will see fit to show me the path to enlightenment."
It is written, oh Jahl-el-Rahi, that a slave with such a look on her face is more trouble than a wadi full of camel fleas. Do not be swayed by her curves and her silken skin, she is one sent to try you onto death and beyond. Heed my words, we must dump this one on the Sultan Al-Wrahig. Let his wives deal with her!
It is better to live on the roof than in a house with a troublesome woman.
Except that if you're up there, you can't really guard the wine cellar, can you?
I do not doubt your counsel, O Phallebas. But it does seem a shame to part with such a temptation before one has had a chance to give in to it. Nevertheless, better to avoid certain types of trouble prudently. There will be other slaves. And it will amuse us to see what Al-Wrahig does with her.
The Inspiration of Barbara Moore
Inspiration comes from a number of places - whether it's from a game we played, a piece of music we heard, or a television show. Sometimes we channel a character in a movie or play, sometimes a friend says something that starts us down the path of imagination. I have, at some point, briefly discussed the subject of writing with our prolific author of erotic adventure stories, Barb. These usually involve her getting into trouble and facing certain death by slow, painful, and nefariously sexy methods (sometimes she escapes, mainly so she can do it again next week). These, as I said, brief discussions on PM qualify me not at all to comment on the source of Barb's inspiration. But we mustn't let a little thing like ignorance get in the way of our own imaginations. So here I present a largely speculative surrealist conceptualization of Barb in the process of dreaming up her next exciting story.
Inspiration comes from a number of places - whether it's from a game we played, a piece of music we heard, or a television show. Sometimes we channel a character in a movie or play, sometimes a friend says something that starts us down the path of imagination. I have, at some point, briefly discussed the subject of writing with our prolific author of erotic adventure stories, Barb. These usually involve her getting into trouble and facing certain death by slow, painful, and nefariously sexy methods (sometimes she escapes, mainly so she can do it again next week). These, as I said, brief discussions on PM qualify me not at all to comment on the source of Barb's inspiration. But we mustn't let a little thing like ignorance get in the way of our own imaginations. So here I present a largely speculative surrealist conceptualization of Barb in the process of dreaming up her next exciting story.
I was going to suggest she should be reposing in a glass of Riesling, but then I realised she’s probably already drunk it!
What a superb surrealistic render, @Wragg. (Err, my bad, correction, @Jollyrei) I love the various elements and the background crucifixion - which doesn’t look like @Barbaria1 to me, and I think it’s @messaline so probably this is Barb collaborating on another story involving messa. Or it could just be Barb
Beautiful, thank you!
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So here I present a largely speculative surrealist conceptualization of Barb in the process of dreaming up her next exciting story.
I think you know me too well
What in heavens did Wragg have to do with this???
I saw that strikeout!!!!!
What in heavens did Wragg have to do with this???
Apparently I can’t read- duly corrected
I saw that strikeout!!!!!
I knew I should have added it to the fine print!
Cheering from the terraces, me, though I shall be peering closely at my cappuccino in future. Just in case.What in heavens did Wragg have to do with this???
I do like two lumps in my cappuccino
I got 5…I do like two lumps in my cappuccino
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Reminds me of that night I had drunk too much (beer, or Riesling, or both, can't remember anymore).I was going to suggest she should be reposing in a glass of Riesling, but then I realised she’s probably already drunk it!
Woke up and urgently needed a strong coffee.
Saw this hallucination!
Went to bed again!
Fine manip, @Jollyrei
Frank Petrexa
Tribune
Any psychological significance to the fact that the coffee (tea?) is not black?
Read into it what you want, but the truth is it was a cup of cappuccino, and I just went with it.
This essay in surrealism succeeds through its qualities of realism. Barb relaxes in her bath of cappuccino, resting her arms on the rim of the cup, as comfortably as if she was in a bath. She emerges from the soft blend of soapy froth, and we can easily believe she has just traced those surface patterns with her left hand.The Inspiration of Barbara Moore
Inspiration comes from a number of places - whether it's from a game we played, a piece of music we heard, or a television show. Sometimes we channel a character in a movie or play, sometimes a friend says something that starts us down the path of imagination. I have, at some point, briefly discussed the subject of writing with our prolific author of erotic adventure stories, Barb. These usually involve her getting into trouble and facing certain death by slow, painful, and nefariously sexy methods (sometimes she escapes, mainly so she can do it again next week). These, as I said, brief discussions on PM qualify me not at all to comment on the source of Barb's inspiration. But we mustn't let a little thing like ignorance get in the way of our own imaginations. So here I present a largely speculative surrealist conceptualization of Barb in the process of dreaming up her next exciting story.
The reflections on her skin reveal that she is immersed convincingly in a liquid medium, whilst presumably reflecting on the plot under development. The coffee is probably not decaffeinated, so she will be rushing out her first draft in a state of hyperactivity once she has consumed such a large beverage.
This is going to be an exciting crux tale, as indicated by her thoughts in the background. Perhaps there will be a sequel to this picture, showing her running up and down the keyboard? Nice work, Jolly!