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FabioF said:
I have always been drawn to the sentence of being Burned at the Stake...it is a desire to find someone ... with an isolated and suitable location
to role-play and simulate every moment...of a sentence to be Burned at the Stake.
In my artwork with this type of execution...I am an executioner ; my artistic victims are beautiful women ...
But in the intimate desire ...
I ... want to be led to the pyre and tied to the pole....( and as my executioner a beautiful woman ... i am a man)

FabioF
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Burning alive in a barn.


 
Likvidator said:
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For an unknown reason, only girls were born.There were only five percent of boys.There was a threat of the death of all mankind.In order to somehow correct the situation, the top management decided to kill ninety-five percent of girls aged 18 to 23 years.After reviewing all types of killing, they settled on capsules.This is a sealed chamber measuring ten by ten meters.The height is two meters.Above, behind the bars, there are light bulbs for lighting.Nitrogen is used for killing.A thousand people are placed in each cell. The girls are standing tightly pressed against each other.Such a number of girls quickly exhale all the oxygen and die.Nitrogen also does its job.After that, the unloading doors open and the killing chamber rises like the body of a dump truck.The girls ' bodies are rolled into a huge bucket for the disposal of bodies.A crane-beam lifts it and moves it to the body burning chamber.The doors at the bottom of the bucket open and the bodies of the girls fall into the fire.Such a process of deprivation of the vital activity of the body, followed by the complete destruction of the body,occurs in nine more cells that were located nearby.After burning the girl's body, it remains a handful of ashes.If the girl did not come to the killing procedure,then a more severe punishment was applied to her.I'm eighteen and I'm going to be killed today, too.After finishing the most necessary things and saying goodbye to everyone, I came to my destination.I handed over the documents.After a short registration, I put my paintings in the birth certificate,and in the coupon for my voluntary-forced killing.There are also paintings in the permits for the disposal of my body and for the recycling of my clothes.I was directed to the locker room.I went over there.There were a lot of girls there.We were all ordered to take off our shoes and strip naked.Girls they began to undress.I also took off my top, bra.I pulled off my shorts and got rid of my panties. Taking off my sneakers, I saw that some of the girls did not take off their socks,and I also left them.Employees of the plant collected and threw clothes and shoes into large baskets. Then we went out into a corridor with ten doors.One was open. - The first thousand,we go into the room. A loud voice sounded from the speaker. The girls began to enter the cell. An employee stood at the door and counted those passing inside. "Eight hundred and seventy-six." I heard, passing by her. In the cell, the girls were standing very tightly pressed against each other.I saw a very beautiful girl and came up and snuggled up to her.Immediately, from all sides, my body was squeezed by the bodies of girls.A sealed door slammed shut behind the last, barely fitting girls. Lights came on in the niches.I heard the engine start.We were standing so close to each other that even if we wanted to, we wouldn't have fallen.Through my thin socks, I felt the icy cold of the iron floor of the cell.From everything that is happening:because it was cold.And very scary.My body, and the bodies of other girls, were visibly shaking.The girl opposite has a very beautiful face.My breasts pressed tightly against her breasts.I felt the warmth of her pubis with my pubis.A girl of about nineteen pressed her crotch against my buttocks. It became very hot. -My name is Kristina. I say to the girl standing in front. - My name is Oksana. she answers. -I'm scared,I don't want to die.I'm only eighteen years old. -It's so scary for everyone,they didn't come to the bathhouse after all.I'm eighteen, too. -How long do you think we won't die? - I heard that half an hour until we exhale all the oxygen.Nitrogen also reduces it. - Well, half an hour is not so long. Do you think it will be a painful death? - At least painful, at least easy.You'll have to go through all this anyway. You and I can't avoid it. The cell was noisy.The girls were talking.Who is talking about what.Someone was crying.Someone was making moans similar to having sex. -You have a beautiful body. I tell her. -You are also very beautiful, let's give each other pleasure before death. - Come on, it will be awesome in general.I used to imagine this before. I was ashamed.But it only made me more excited.It was getting harder to breathe.We began to kiss in a hickey.Hands did not stick down and we hugged our necks.I had to rub my pussies.I went up on tiptoe.She is down at this time.And vice versa.We were suffocating.Our bodies rubbed against each other, bringing us indescribable pleasure.I also rubbed my ass against the pussy with my breasts pressed against my back, girls.I realized that it also gives her pleasure.There was no oxygen left in the chamber at all.There was nothing to breathe.Our bodies trembled,rubbed, trembled wildly.And I came, getting the last one in my life an orgasm.Oksana also rhythmically moved her pelvis, trembling all over. I breathed with all my chest, but everything was in vain.There was no more oxygen. The girls screamed, screamed, realizing that they were now going to die in agony. Oksana's body began to shudder painfully.She was gasping for air like a fish stranded on a beach. With screams: -No, no,I don't want to,Mom,no,I'm dying, don't.Let me live a little longer, a little longer.What are you doing.I'm only eighteen.No, no, no, no... she was desperately fighting for her life.She scratched my shoulders and the hair on her head.Her young, defenseless body brought her pleasure and the agony of death agony in the last seconds of her life. I was no longer up to Oksana.Realizing my imminent death, I panicked.My body, not obeying me, began an uncontrollable struggle for life.Squeezed by other bodies, it writhed furiously,twitched in convulsions of death agony, similar to the convulsions of a violent orgasm.As if saying goodbye to me, it gave me an indescribable pleasure.I could only think about him at that moment.I screamed and screamed.Unintelligible words came out of my mouth. Vezapno I felt a numbness, and then a feeling of a strong push in the clitoris area and a feeling of heat radiation spreading throughout the body. I could not have imagined that in the last seconds of my short life I would get such an incomparable pleasure.My body didn't want to die.But all his futile efforts to fight for existence were in vain.From the thought that I would leave him forever and now I would die, I peed myself.I felt a warm stream trickle down my thigh between my legs.Having reached the ankle, a trickle of urine soaked into the fabric of the white sock. -My body, feelings, thoughts, everything will disappear forever.This is all, the end...... - the last thing I thought about at the last moment of my life,having experienced an incomprehensible bliss to the mind and lost consciousness forever. Our bodies twitched a little more in the last convulsions, not wanting to part with the physiological processes inherent in them.And so they remained standing squeezed by other bodies of already dead girls.As beautiful and sexy as before the killing.After that, the unloading door opened and the camera began to rise.Our relative lifeless bodies began to fall into a huge bucket.The motorist watches as hundreds of bodies of young girls roll down into it.When they fall, they make sounds similar to moans.This is the remnants of air coming out of the lungs when the bodies hit each other.With and without socks.With shaved pubes and neatly trimmed.Legs,breasts,buttocks-everything was mixed up in a huge pile of girlish bodies, recently bringing pleasure.The killing chamber was released, ready to take the life of the next batch of girls.The bucket with the bodies rises and moves to the combustion chamber.The doors of the bucket open and the excited motorist looks at how my young body and the beautiful bodies of the girls fascinatingly fall into the combustion chamber.Bringing pleasure to those watching for the last time.Everything was consumed by fire: slender legs,beautiful faces, elastic, rounded buttocks, excitingly protruding breasts,delicate hands.The pubes are shaved and cut with love.All that until quite recently was young girls, like everyone who wanted to live.A small pile of ashes is all that remains of my one and only body.


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Queen Ranavalona of Madagascar was not a very nice person, and very imaginative in terms of execution. And this was not the middle ages, this is the mid 1800's. During her reign the population of Madagascar halved through wars, starvation and execution. She replaced trials by having people eat poison soaked chicken skin; those who lived (few did) were innocent. She especially disliked christians and members of her family and reserved the most interesting executions for them. For quick executions she had people (often dozens at a time) thrown off the cliff next to her palace. She also buried, burnt and boiled people alive. There are also 2 executions I have not come across elsewhere. In one people were sewn inside a fresh (not tanned so with bits of meat still attached) cow skin and left to die of thirst if they did not rot alive. She also had groups of people tied by the neck to cart wheels and chased out of town; they wandered until one by one they died of thirst and exhaustion, the living dragging the dead until they died too. Noone seems have done pictures of these, yet.

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chimaera said:
Queen Ranavalona of Madagascar was not a very nice person, and very imaginative in terms of execution. And this was not the middle ages, this is the mid 1800's. During her reign the population of Madagascar halved through wars, starvation and execution. She replaced trials by having people eat poison soaked chicken skin; those who lived (few did) were innocent. She especially disliked christians and members of her family and reserved the most interesting executions for them. For quick executions she had people (often dozens at a time) thrown off the cliff next to her palace. She also buried, burnt and boiled people alive. There are also 2 executions I have not come across elsewhere. In one people were sewn inside a fresh (not tanned so with bits of meat still attached) cow skin and left to die of thirst if they did not rot alive. She also had groups of people tied by the neck to cart wheels and chased out of town; they wandered until one by one they died of thirst and exhaustion, the living dragging the dead until they died too. Noone seems have done pictures of these, yet.

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For those who want to learn more about Queen Ranavalona, I recommend George McDonald Fraser's "Flashman's Lady", the second half of which is set in Madagascar in 1845. It includes graphic descriptions of those execution methods and various other tortures. Great novel anyway (like all Flashman books).

I'm pretty sure being sewn into uncured animal skins was already an execution method in antiquity, so probably not her invention.
 
nsur1 said:
I'm pretty sure being sewn into uncured animal skins was already an execution method in antiquity, so probably not her invention.
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I am sure you are right and the Romans (where animals were sewn in at the same time) and Chinese used a form of it. But I doubt she would have known about that and invented it all over again. It seems many of her tortures were variants of rituals already used on the dead, she just applied them to the living too. She also banished all foreigners, and particularly hated nuns, many of whom died of malaria on the forced marches to the coast. (I have spent some time in Madagascar; much of the country pretends to be Christian but in reality follows ancient ancestor worship with odd (to me) rituals- I was even invited to a ritual circuncision (of a 16 year old!!!)- the screams were dulled only by rum. I have also been to the palace in 'Tana- it is on the top of a hill with high cliffs on 3 sides.)
 
Two vintage executions. #1 appears to be a form of breaking at the wheel (or the cross, in this instance). One hand has been chopped off and they are about to break her (?) bones with a cudgel. #2 is a beheading, but I can't quite read the name on the caption.

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“Well tonight’s her last night, Cathy Caron will be executed in just over two hours, for the murder of police officer Laurie Hackle. she’ll be the second woman to die in Missouri’s gas chamber,”
said the female TV news anchor through the old black and white TV. “She will be the first woman executed since Bonnie Heady six years ago.”
She has been moved to the death row holding cells, not to far where at midnight they will escort her to the chamber where she will be strapped in to await the dropping of the cyanide pellets into a vat of sulfuric acid which will form the lethal gas.
They are now starting with the preparations which I understand will include putting on a pair of beige leotards and a short gown, she will also be given an enema, and then a butt plug will be pushed up her rectum. She will then have time for prayers then she will then be blindfolded and led to the gas chamber in her stocking feet.

Cathy had been watching the TV through the bars of her death row cell at the Missouri State Penitentiary where she waited to be walked to the gas chamber.

The short, slender 34-year-old woman released her grip on the bars and turned away from the door. She was dressed in a grey prison smock and on her feet were a pair of white socks that sagged on her stocking toes.
“Oh my God is what she said true? Will I have to have an enema and a butt plug in my bum?” She cried to the matron.

“Yes Cathy, but nothing to worry about dear, I have had many enemas myself it will be fine” The nurse will be giving you an enema shortly its to empty your bowels sweetie and the plug is to prevent any accidents when your…. her voice trailed off.

“When I’m dead.” Cathy replied.

The matron nodded, she was a middle-aged woman she was dressed in a mauve dress and white blouse her hair was tied up and she had on copper colored nylons, Cathy watched as she slipped her shoes off wiggling her reinforced stockinged toes.

“Why did you take your shoes off?” Cathy asked. “what are you doing?” as she watched her pick up her shoes and put them in a cabinet.

Cathy jumped as the large steel door was unlocked and swung open and watched as the nurse came through with an enema bag and a small satchel she placed the items on the small counter and Cathy watched as she sat down and toed off her white shoes and handed them to the matron who placed them in the cabinet next to hers and locked it. Cathy noted her white opaque leotards stretched a bit and her ankles wrinkled as she wiggled her now stocking toes.

The matron open one of the lower doors and retrieved three lengths of red carpet placing one at the door and unrolled it she took the longer one and rolled it through the door to the execution chamber and placed the last one inside the chamber in front of chair A and returned to the cell door.

“What are you doing? why are you both in stocking feet?”

“regulations dear you will be executed shortly we must remove our shoes for security reasons don’t worry its alright sweetie.” She cooed.

“What’s the carpet for?” Cathy asked her voice quivered with fear as her final preparations began, she realized her time was getting short.

“the floors cold dear and you will be going in your stockinged feet, its just a bit more comfortable and quite honey, nothing to worry about.”

She then went over to the cupboard once more and took out a gown and beige leotards. Cathy looked in horror as she realized the lady on the news was right the nurse meanwhile began to fill the enema bag and poured some Joy dish soap in the top before screwing the nozzle in place she removed the air from the tube and dried the bag off picked up the satchel and approached Cathy’s cell door.

Cathy sat on her bunk wide eyed as the matron opened the cell door and the two women padded into the cell. The nurse attached the bag to the bars of the cell and hung the long hose on a clamp.
“Please stand and undress for me Hun and put these on.” She laid the leotards and gown on the bed.

Cathy began to remove her smock and put it on the bunk she reached back and undid her bra letting it fall to the floor next she lowered her panties and handed them to the matron, who placed her clothes in a bag

Cathy sat on her bunk and removed the socks and handed them to her she put them in the bag and sealed it.

Cathy took the leotards and unrolled them she rolled one leg and slipped her foot in and did the same with the other leg she drew them up her short well shaped legs and looked down at her stocking feet wiggling her toes under the material then the nurse helped her put on the gown opening at the back and tied a drawstring at the waist.

“Ok sweetie its time for your enema now please lay down, I have to tie your feet together, so you don’t kick.”
“Oh, do I have to be tied up?” Cathy began to weep and then laid back as the matron placed her stocking feet side by side and the nurse slipped the black strap under her legs and looped the one end through the buckle pulling it tight securing Cathy’s feet together. Then she produced a black hood and placed it over Cathy’s head obscuring her face from view.

“Oh my god I can’t see.” Cathy cried from under the hood.”

“I’m sorry sweetie its alright, you must be blindfolded for the enema dear.”

Cathy calmed down and said perhaps its best I’m sorry I’m just am scared please don’t hurt me.”

“Please roll onto your left side Catherine.” the nurse cooed. Cathy did as instructed and rolled onto her left side, the nurse lubricated her finger and asked the matron to expose Cathy.

“Lift your hips dear.” the matron said as Cathy with some difficulty lifted her hips as best she could, the matron lifted her smock up over her hips and pulled her beige leotards down Cathy settled back on the bunk she could feel the cool air on her exposed anus and waited for what was to come next.

“Please pull your knees up to your chest the nurse instructed. As Cathy slid her knees up the material of her leotards sagged around her ankles and became wrinkled around her toes, the nurse had the matron take hold of the long hose by the long white nozzle. The nurse knelt at Cathy’s side and told her to wiggle her stocking toes as she watched the inmates toes begin to point and flex under the wrinkled material she placed her finger at Cathy’s anus and pushed it in, Cathy gasped “Oh my God.” the nurse moved her finger in and out of her rectum and finally withdrew it, the matron handed the nurse the long wide white nozzle which she placed at Cathy’s anus.
” Now take a deep breath and wiggle your toes for me dear.” Cathy again moaned softly and whispered, “Oh my God, I’m getting an enema.”
The nurse watched her inhale and begin to wiggle her stockinged toes as she did the nursed slowly pushed the long nozzle into Cathy’s waiting rectum,
“Oh, oh oh Cathy moaned. her toes pointed and flexed quickly as the nozzle went in all the way. The nurse took the clamp and opened it. Cathy wept softly as the warm fluid began to enter her bowels. When the bag was emptied Cathy continued to weep.

” There we go dear all done I want you to lay here quietly for a few minutes and let the enema do its job.” Cathy nodded as her stockinged toes flapped quickly as the pressure began to build.

After ten minutes the nurse untied her ankles and helped her to the steel toilet in the corner of her cell after a few minutes Cathy began to expel the contents of the enema into the bowl a foul odour began to fill the small room. embarrassed Cathy said from under her hood.
“Oh, ladies I’m so sorry about the smell.”
“Don’t worry Hun, we are used to it.” They watched as Cathy’s stocking toes curled as she pushed out the last of the liquid accompanied by rather loud farts Catherine was glad the hood was over her head.


When she had finished, she stood and wiped herself, and flushed the foul-smelling contents down the drain.
“Ok dear one more little thing.”
They guided the blindfolded woman back to her bunk and got her into a kneeling position bum up and head down.
Catherine remembered what was next and begged
“Oh please, I do not need the plug now I have had a bowel movement, oh please no.” “Sorry dear its regulations.” Replied the matron.

The matron instructed her to place her ankles side by side Cathy wept and did as she was told.

“I have to tie your feet again Catherine.”

“Yes, go ahead and tie me up.” Cathy said lifting her stocking feet and placing them side by side to be tied again. Cathy began to wiggle her toes as she felt the strap tighten around her ankles trying to relax.

The nurse again lubricated her finger and taking the large butt plug smeared it and the narrow end and then again and approached Cathy’s waiting rectum,

“Oh, oh oh please, please don’t do this to me.” She sobbed. Undeterred the nurse again instructed her to take a deep breath and wiggle her stockinged toes.

“Oh God please don’t put that in my bum, “Oh my God.” Cathy moaned as the plug was placed at her rectum. Her toes curled as the plug was inserted when it was at the widest part the nurse gave one little push and it popped into place.

“Oh please, it hurts please take it out Cathy begged. To no avail she felt her leotards being drawn back up over her bottom. Cathy sobbed as she lay down her toes pointing and flexed as she tried to relax, the matron undid the strap and Cathy pointed and flexed her toes trying to restore the circulation in her feet.


“It will help if you get up and walk around it will help the plug seat itself, I know its uncomfortable and I’m sorry dear, would you like to keep the blindfold on for a bit?.” The nurse asked. Cathy nodded and said. “Yes, leave the blindfold on, this is so embarrassing.” Cathy replied.

“Of course, dear.” The nurse cooed. Cathy moaned loudly as she rolled onto her side. As she felt the plug slip in a bit tighter in her anus. The two ladies helped her to sit up and gently placed her stockinged feet on the floor.

She could feel the cold concrete and for the first time she was glad they made her wear the leotards. the matron and nurse stood on either side of her and lifted her to her feet, Cathy instinctively went on her tippy toes and gently took some small steps with the aid of the two women.

“Oh, Oh it feels so funny in my bum oh please take it out I don’t like it.” She moaned as they walked back and forth across the cell.

“I know dear its alright it will be over soon. Said the matron.
They walked her back and forth when they felt the plug was set, they helped her sit on her bunk and removed her hood and left the cell taking everything with them and locked the door.

The matron approached the cell door “Would you like a cigarette?”
“Yes please,” Cathy said as she stepped up to the bars and took the cigarette. She leaned her head forward as the matron lit it for her. Cathy took a puff and then removed the cigarette from her mouth and exhaled the smoke upward.

“Did you really do what they say Cathy?” the matron asked.
Cathy took another puff off her cigarette and then looked down as the smoke left her lips.

She grinned, “Yes, they got me. I did it, what else is there to say. I am no nun and I never claimed to be one either. It is a wonder I have lasted this long. At least I am going out while I am still young enough to look good. Despite what I have to wear to the gas chamber”

She took another drag from the cigarette, “What time is it.”
“eleven thirty.”
“They’ll be coming for me soon.”
“In about ten minutes.”

Cathy finished her cigarette and carefully sat down on the single cot in the cell. “How much longer?”
“A little under five minutes.”
A few more minutes went by and then the door at the end of the cell block opened. The warden and two female guards along with a chaplain entered.

“Joan, it’s almost time,” the warden said as the cell door was opened.

He went to the execution chamber to oversee the preparations the father approached her cell for last mass
Cathy got on her knees as the father began the final act, after making the sign of the cross he said, “Are you alright Catherine is there anything I can do for you?”

“No father I’ve made my peace with God. I pray I can make things right in the next life.” She looked at the chaplain, “Father please I would like to be alone for these last few minutes.”


He nodded his head and the left the cell.
Cathy looked at the floor and then got up and paced back and forth in the cell as her last minutes slipped by,

She sat back down and then stood up again. She had reached the center of the cell when the door opened this time the warden and two female guards who were in their stocking feet stood before her. “Is it time?” She asked.


“It is,” the warden answered. “I have to read the warrant of execution Catherine”. Yes of course, I understand.”

Catherine May Caron you have been found guilty of murder in the first degree and sentenced to death by cyanide gas do you have anything to say before sentence is carried out?”

“Do I have time for one last cigarette.” She asked. The warden produced a pack and shook one out handing it to her. He lit it for her, and she thanked him and inhaled deeply.

She stood still for a few seconds and finished the smoke and tossed it into the toilet.

“I’m ready warden.” Cathy said as the two women padded into her cell, one slipped the familiar black hood over her head for the final time, the matron looked at her stockinged toes wiggle as it was secured under her chin, then she was led through the door the trio turn to the right and guided the condemned woman to the execution chamber.

She could feel the carpet under her feet and was glad it was there, as they approached the door of the green chamber one of the woman told her to step up and they guided her into the A chair and began to strap her in, one strap around her chest another around her slim waist. one over each bicep and one over her forearms and then her wrists, and as they knelt to do her legs, they pulled to toes of leotards loose so they were wrinkled then they placed one strap over each calf and finally secured her stockinged ankles to the base of the chair.

Cathy’s toes wiggled nervously as one of the women said just keep wiggling your toes dear it will be easier that way.” She gave Cathy a little tickle on her stocking sole Cathy thanked her and began to point and flex her toes. “That’s a good girl she said as she rose and padded out of the chamber.

Then the doctor stepped forward and unbuttoned the first couple of buttons of her dress.
“What are you doing?” Cathy asked.
“I’m just putting a stethoscope on you,” the doctor answered and then he taped a stethoscope over her heart and rebuttoned her dress. And left the chamber two guards shut the heavy door and turn the lock the chamber was pressurized

The witnesses stared through the windows at the condemned woman. The hood expanded and contracted as Cathy breathed heavily under it soon this would be over, she prayed. Her stockinged toes continued to wiggle under the loose material.

The warden looked at the clock mounted on the wall beside him and then as the hands of the clock reach the top, he pulled the lever that dropped the cyanide into the vat of acid beneath the chair in which Cathy was seated.
Cathy kept her head upright as she tried not to breathe the now forming gas. She raised her head slightly. Her lungs were exploding as she could no longer hold her breath, the hood formed to her face and she took a big breath of cyanide gas. Her head began to rapidly shake back and forth. Her chest heaved forward against the strap and her stockinged toes pointed and flexed under her leotards.

Everyone watched as the minutes went by her stocking toes slowly stopped moving as the doctor listened to Cathy’s slowing heart. Twelve minutes after the cyanide gas was released the doctor nodded his head and signed the official papers on his clipboard and then removed the earpieces of his stethoscope from his ears. He looked at the warden and said, “The death sentence has been carried out I pronounce Catherine May Caron is dead.”
The next morning the headline read, “CATHERINE CARON DIES IN THE GAS CHAMBER” the woman who killed a police officer was escorted with a black hood over her head into the gas chamber at eleven forty five was led on a red carpet in stockinged feet and strapped into the A chair her toes wiggled as the door was closed the pellets were dropped at midnight she struggled as the gas took effect her head fell forward at twelve fifteen Catherine was pronounced dead a few minutes later.
 
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Who's going to serve the cocktails now?

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willowfall said:
I think it is a fairly safe bet to say we are all interested in cruxing but are you also turned on by oither forms of execution?

For example I have done roleplaying about being burned alive and hanging. I find being burned alive, tortured to death or impaled sexy. Hanging and beheading less so (although garroting .....) and I have no interest in shooting or death by drowning or electrocution.

I think I have no interest in shooting or electrocution because I like my fantasies grounded in ancient/medieval scenarios.

I'm also not big into 'consensual' (although I'm playing out a story in my head that I think will play well with this crowd). I prefer being a victim of the powers that be being either a minor criminal, slave or prisoner of war.

Also I don't want to speak for the other girls here but I (and a number of my girlfriends) have fantasies centered around being raped (I carefully keep the hard BDSM ideas out of those conversations) which I have no real life interest in having happen.

Just some thoughts to maybe start some conversations.

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I am already committed to being crucified - I am no stranger to the experience, thanks to being an artists' model, a participant in Easter Passion re-enactments and as a submissive in the BDSM community - but what is a powerful turn-on is the idea of being offered up in a sacrificial ritual. To be prepared for the sacrifice perhaps at some length, to be led naked, bound and oiled to the altar before a coven of witnesses and laid out for the sacrificial knife, or axe. Far less messy and neater than a crucifixion ! Another turn-on is execution by strangulation, as my nude body would remain fully intact and a delight to see when stretched out for examination on the morgue slab.

If anyone wants to put me on the sacrificial table, I am ready and waiting!!
 
nsur1 said:
Two vintage executions. #1 appears to be a form of breaking at the wheel (or the cross, in this instance). One hand has been chopped off and they are about to break her (?) bones with a cudgel. #2 is a beheading, but I can't quite read the name on the caption.

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ideneidenew said:
I think second one is related to Beatrice Cenci, first one if memory serves me well is about mazzolata
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Beatrice Cenci, indeed.

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