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3 renders in a day ,dont count on that happening every day:p


The pain has ravaged her, sapped her strength.
The nails holding her in place are unrelenting.
The cross on which she hangs doesn't get tired.
There is no glory in her crucifixion.
Nothing will save her from this agony.
Her gods don't seem to hear her prayers.
All her muscles cramped like strings.

To late now to submit to Rome and suck Paolo the centurion's cock.
The sun is getting low again for the second time now.
She is sooo tired but there can be no resting sleep.
Every time she nods of, relaxing her body for a moment,
her posture will change and the nails will scrape her nerves.
There is no rest or sleep, only suffering on the roman cross.
Please Wodan, please take my life right now.
No bolt of lightning, she lowers her head closes her eyes.

There's no escape.........not even death.

To be continued?
 

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crumera said:
Taurica has asked me to convey this message to you:
(same message as she gave the roman commander when asked to submit to Rome)
I myself distance myself of her rude comments of course :p
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Taurice has been captured in combat with Rome. The Roman commander has her stripped. Now she stands before him, naked, yet defiant.

"Submit or be crucified!"

"Fuck you, and fuck Rome! I will never submit!"

"I'll take that as a 'no.' Yet, I am a merciful man, and will give you one more chance. Do you see the cross and the nails displayed before you?"

"Yes, I see them. But I do not fear a painful death. Better to die on a cross than be a slave to Rome!"

"Do you think to speak for all your people? I will crucify all who oppose me! You will see, Taurice. When you are hanging on your cross, naked and shamefully exposed, your cunnus dripping with the cum of my soldiers, you will see all of your clan marched before you as they accept their surrender to Rome. They will reject you and mock you in your agony! They will turn their eyes from you and accept Rome's mercies. You will die knowing your people have deserted you!"

Taurice sneers. "Do not think so lightly of my people. They will never submit!"

"Think Taurice. I can spare you the horrible death of crucifixion. You are a beautiful woman. By the gods! What a magnificent pair of tits you have! Such long and supple legs and arms. I do not wish to see such a perfect body nailed to a cross. Surrender to me now and I will take you as a concubine. Your life will be spared. You will live in luxury. Your people will be safe living under Roman power and authority. I assure you, I will be an ardent lover. I am certain you fuck with all the fierceness and passion I see in your eyes at this moment."

"How I fuck, Roman, is no business of yours." Taurice crosses her arms under her breasts and stands, very suggestively, with thighs parted, her weight on one hip. Grinning, she looks the Roman commander in the eyes. She knows he desires her.

She goes on, her voice smooth and sultry. "Yet, you make an attractive offer. You are a handsome man, built like a bull. No doubt you have a bull's cock. That would surely satisfy me as I crave a big cock inside me. I do not wish to be crucified, to die shamefully on a Roman cross. Clearly you desire me. Yes?"

The Roman commander nods his head. He thinks he may yet achieve this prize and trembles thinking that soon his cock will be plowing the delicious depths of her cunnus.

"Oh yes, Roman. You want me, don't you? I can see it in your eyes. Your cock is hardening, is it not?" Taurice drops a hand to her furry patch and runs her middle finger between her nether lips. She runs it back and forth, groaning softly. The Roman looks at her, his eyes riveted on her crotch, then to her softly bobbling breasts as she appears to be pleasuring herself in front of him. Taurice takes her hand from between her thighs and holds it up, palm facing towards the Roman commander. Her middle finger glistens with her cunny juices.

The commander replies. His voice eager. "Yes, I want you. Again, submit to me and you will be safe and beloved."

Taurice turns her hand around and looks at her glistening middle finger. "I am a passionate woman, Roman, as well as a warrior. If given the choice I would live in peace and comfort, in the arms of a man who adores me."

The commander raises an eyebrow. Is she preparing to submit?

Then Taurice's brow furrows, her eyes narrowing. "You have my answer, commander." She thrusts her hand up, her glistening middle finger jabbing into the air.

FUpaolo2.jpg"This is my answer you Roman pig: "Fuck you! Fuck you!"

The Roman commander's face hardens into a mask of fury. "Crucify this cunt!" He shouts. "Crucify her. Crucify her!" He hears Taurice laughing maniacally as she's pulled to the ground and stretched out over the cross. She continues to laugh as the nails are pounded through her body.
 
crumera said:
3 renders in a day ,dont count on that happening every day:p


The pain has ravaged her, sapped her strength.
The nails holding her in place are unrelenting.
The cross on which she hangs doesn't get tired.
There is no glory in her crucifixion.
Nothing will save her from this agony.
Her gods don't seem to hear her prayers.
All her muscles cramped like strings.

To late now to submit to Rome and suck Paolo the centurion's cock.
The sun is getting low again for the second time now.
She is sooo tired but there can be no resting sleep.
Every time she nods of, relaxing her body for a moment,
her posture will change and the nails will scrape her nerves.
There is no rest or sleep, only suffering on the roman cross.
Please Wodan, please take my life right now.
No bolt of lightning, she lowers her head closes her eyes.

There's no escape.........not even death.

To be continued?
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Yes, please continue. This is such a lovely image. Show some images of her being nailed. Show some of her clan crucified with her. (Maybe some guys with big cocks?;))
 
crumera said:
3 renders in a day ,dont count on that happening every day:p


The pain has ravaged her, sapped her strength.
The nails holding her in place are unrelenting.
The cross on which she hangs doesn't get tired.
There is no glory in her crucifixion.
Nothing will save her from this agony.
Her gods don't seem to hear her prayers.
All her muscles cramped like strings.

To late now to submit to Rome and suck Paolo the centurion's cock.
The sun is getting low again for the second time now.
She is sooo tired but there can be no resting sleep.
Every time she nods of, relaxing her body for a moment,
her posture will change and the nails will scrape her nerves.
There is no rest or sleep, only suffering on the roman cross.
Please Wodan, please take my life right now.
No bolt of lightning, she lowers her head closes her eyes.

There's no escape.........not even death.

To be continued?
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TauricaExhaustedFS.jpg She wants to die, Now! She wants to die. The agony is unbearable, but she cannot do a thing to hasten her own death. It's early evening, the sun is low in the sky. When she was crucified it had just risen. Long, longs hours ago. Now, stretched out on the cross, every arm, shoulder and leg muscle is in fearful, agonizing tension.

They keep her watered. She wants to refuse it but her body demands she drink when the offer is made. So she drinks. Never enough to slake her thirst but enough to keep her body alive a bit longer. She pisses regularly. Not much now, just short spurts. Her skin is hot, dry and burned by the sun. Very little sweating now.

The pain in her abdomen is sharp and piercing. She feels the long, stout cornu buried deep up her anus. She knows it is prolonging her agony, by supporting her weight under her body, just as drinking the water does. No more! She says to herself. No more water when offered. She must end this. And she must pull herself off the cornu and hang in front of it. That will hasten her death as she suffocates. The last time she tried to pull off by pushing up with her legs the fiery pain escalated to such a degree she passed out. Her body dropped back down onto the cornu. When she tried again, desperately trying to maintain consciousness until she was off the horrible device, she managed finally pull herself off to hang in front of it. She was immediately humiliated with the loss of control of her bowels. The stink from the pile of shit at the base of her cross has been with her since. Along with the flies.

She grunts as she prepares herself to push up again. She tenses her thigh muscles. She screams with agony as they spasm. But she persists, so eager to be off this fucking cornu! Up and up, so slowly. She feels the long shaft pulling out of her. Then finally she clears the tip. She pushes her hips forward and her body drops in front of the cornu. The searing pain explodes down her arms as all her weight now pulls against the wrist nails. She instinctively tries to compensate by pushing up with her legs, trying to strike a balance in the agony between nailed wrists and feet. She feels the cornu pressing into the lower part of her back. Foul diarrhea dribbles out of her.

Now, all she has to do is hang and this will soon be over. She's too weak to effectively push up. Soon her breathing becomes labored as her exhausted, tortured body demands more precious air. She panics as breathing becomes harder. Once again the urge to push up and sit on the cornu is overwhelming.

No! No! No! I won't give in. I will not sit on that dame thing again! I just want to die!

But her body will not permit it. It takes over from her willful mind. The mind that only wants to die. She heaves up again against overwhelming agony. She feels the tip of the cornu pressing against the soft flesh of her pudendum. It's there. The tip is ready to insert. She readies herself to lower her body again onto the horrid shaft. But she's too exhausted. Her thighs muscles are in fearful, agonizing spasms. Her body drops as she suddenly loses consciousness.

Her consciousness returns with a roar of agony as she feels burning, sharp sticks being pressed into her armpits and breasts. Deeply enough to draw blood.

"OK. That's enough. She's back with us." She looks down into the faces of the attendants who have revived her. They've done this before. No one is permitted to escape the horror and agonies of crucifixion for long. Every possible moment must be endured.

"Welcome back, princess," one of them says. "Are you now giving us a new treat?"

What could he mean? What new treat?

She sees the spectators gathering close again. Cheering and staring up between her legs. Why! They had left her hours ago when her exhausted body was no longer able to move so provocatively on the cross. Why now? What has changed? She's not pissing, a sight that so many are drawn to. So what is it?

Then she feels it. The pain of the cornu is in a new place. The fucking cornu! It's inserted in her again, but this time not up her ass. It's up her pussy! Asshole and pussy are so close. When she lost consciousness last time she must have inserted it up her twat! That's why the crowd is interested again. She's fucking her cornu! A fresh humiliation washes over her. She panics and tries to pull off but cannot. She's too weak. She's only able to pull up a bit and drop back down. The shaft stays inside her as her pussy moves up and down. But she keeps trying and the crowd howls at the sight of the young crucified woman fucking her cornu.

Water again is offered. Fuck it! She must drink. And she does.

When will I die?
 
@Marcella It's TauricA not TauricE

Otherwise very well written but not resembling my backgroundstory I'm working on:)

So we will get 2 stories based on the same pics:p
 
Nope dont worry about interfering:p

BTW came across this on I made a few weeks back.. dont' think I posted it here yet.
No real backstory on this one.

Enjoy!
 

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Bought a new beautiful DAZ character, so just a (big) test render without a story.

She allready regrets falling into my Content Library!

I named her Marilene instead of G8CS55 her creator named her
 

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A hazy morning outside the town, a few coppers to bribe the lonely guard.
He knew her a few years back, but she refused his advances back then.
Well she didn't have any choice, now did she?
 

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Another testrender

A family of witches impaled an blunt poles.
In the end something will rupture in each of the ladies.
It might take however several hours still if they are unlucky.
 

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crumera said:
A hazy morning outside the town, a few coppers to bribe the lonely guard.
He knew her a few years back, but she refused his advances back then.
Well she didn't have any choice, now did she?
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Oh, crumera! What a delicious image! I love your backstory!

FinalGoodbyeFS.jpg The women were crucified yesterday and have endured their agonies all through the night. The morning is cool and their tortured bodies shiver in the cool, damp air. Soon the sun will burn off the morning mists and its heat will escalate their agonies even further for yet another day, most assuredly their last.

They should be dead by noon, so he decided this was the best time to pay her a visit. It had rained during the night, so the various stinks of crucifixion are washed off her body.

Her skin is cool and damp to the touch, her nipples hard and tumescent from the night's chill. At first she is unaware of his presence until he begins to spread her legs apart and tweak her nipples. She stirs, groaning with the fresh pain emanating from her nailed feet. Her body stiffens as she tries to open her eyes.

He puts his hand under her chin, raises her head and stares into her blinking eyes. They open wide in disbelief, then terror.

"Oh yes, you know me bitch? Yes, you do. Don't you?"

Gasping, she tries to speak between cracked lips. "You . . . you. Why . . . what . . . are . . . you . . . doing . . . to me?" The crucified woman's body shudders as she tries to close her legs, but he's between them now.

"Isn't it obvious," he says softly in her ear as his hard cock slides into her warm pussy.

She sucks in a deep lungful of air and groans as he continues.

So glad they keep them so close to the ground, he thinks to himself. Just the perfect height.
 
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A rework of the armenian pic.
Only difference is the lighting/background

I like this one better , more dramatic:p
Which one do you like more this one or the previous?
 

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A rework of the armenian pic.
Only difference is the lighting/background

I like this one better , more dramatic:p
Which one do you like more this one or the previous?
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This rework is perfect.

Yes, the Armenian genocide. What a horrific event in history! Were women really crucified? :eek: (I suspect not. Pics are fake.)

This image is awesome. So intense! A sorrowful touch is that the women whose feet are being nailed is pregnant. So very, very sad.
 
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A rework of the armenian pic.
Only difference is the lighting/background

I like this one better , more dramatic:p
Which one do you like more this one or the previous?
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Yes, Crumera, this one is high art! I think it's great, well worth the time you've spent on it! :)
 
@Marcella IIRC the Turks used impalement during that time at least according to the book.
Impalement was too much genital focused for the moviego-ers in 1920/30 so in the movie they made it crucifixion unlike in the book.

Thanks for the compliments and the likes@all
 
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