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Snapshots From My Timetravels
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Tree has never been a fan of footrests, but this, and the quote, are great. Tree wonders if the woman getting screwed is getting her last humiliation before she is raised or offering herself to the guard so he might end her suffering before she hangs from the cross all day!
crumera
Crucifier of Pixels
She wasn't volunteering, that's for sure!
Cisca like the five other women of her extended traitorous family will suffer their just punishment.
The execution crew making sure they themselves have some fun first at the expense of the traitors.
She just has to endure, powerless, the nailing of her arms, the rape, and soon her being raised on the cross,
having her feet nailed, then hanging in agony, till death finally will release her.
crumera
Crucifier of Pixels
The day after Saturnalia:
Roman festival lasting 7 days where social rules were for the most parts let go.
For example house slaves being served on by their masters is in the spirit of this.
Of course some slaves forget this role reversal is just make believe and piss off their masters.
These five slaves crossed the line what is acceptable.
Wine, stupidness, you get the idea!
A day after the festival ended, their owners got even.
They will spend the coming days contemplating their transgressions.
They might learn something, even if it is to late for them,
but other slaves might remember their fate next festival, or not.....
Roman festival lasting 7 days where social rules were for the most parts let go.
For example house slaves being served on by their masters is in the spirit of this.
Of course some slaves forget this role reversal is just make believe and piss off their masters.
These five slaves crossed the line what is acceptable.
Wine, stupidness, you get the idea!
A day after the festival ended, their owners got even.
They will spend the coming days contemplating their transgressions.
They might learn something, even if it is to late for them,
but other slaves might remember their fate next festival, or not.....
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Hey! Take it easy with the hammer and those spikes. That really hurts!
crumera
Crucifier of Pixels
kendelo
Tribune
Barb seems to like the idea. She IS a believer in equal opportunity.
crumera
Crucifier of Pixels
And now you know.. Why you are nailed to a cross...................
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
On one occasion : too much Riesling and not reading the fine print of the Saturnalia guidelines!
Hangnail
Tribune
These wonderful women deserve some sympathy and understanding of their plight.
Far left:
Agnes, the housekeeper, older than the others. She, trying to impress the younger male slaves, danced on the dining table and stepped on the mistress's fine serving dishes. Now she wobbles and twists on her dancing feet.
Far right:
Sylvia, the laundress, stood up and sang one of the songs the washerwomen sing down at the river, in which they speculate on where the stains on the family's clothes must have come from. Now she lifts herself to take a breath and cry out a melody of moans.
Second from right:
Maura, the kitchen assistant, has always aroused suspicion because of the her adherence to some Eastern cult. During the search for a missing silver spoon (later found in the refuse pile) a stack of handwritten spells was found in her quarters. No one could read them but there were drawings that seemed to show the master and mistress under a curse.
Second from left:
Xanthe is not even from this household. She is the servant of one of the honored guests. When the other offenders were detained and condemned he was so excited that he insisted on adding his slave to the weeping, protesting gaggle of girls. She cried out some accusations about "his baby", but no one paid much attention. Now she looks with sympathetic horror as Carina's feet are nailed the same way as her own, knowing the awful piercing agony that only seems to grow after the initial jolt.
Centerpiece:
Here we see Carina, whom the master surreptitiously takes to his bed whenever the mistress is away for a night, or even when she is just unwell and confined to her own boudoir. Carina drank too quickly and got tipsy before eveyone else. She performed a seductive dance which culminated in her unwinding her strophum and, just as the music stopped, loudly proclaiming her breasts to be the best in the household while shimmying them in the mistress's face. Now those those magnificent mammaries bounce and sway again as her chest heaves with her shrieks and groans.
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Conspicuous consumption was what being a posh Roman was all about - crucifying your slavegirls was a sure way of showing off your status!Four slaves from one household?
They better get some better method of slave acquisition or they might go bankrupt
crumera
Crucifier of Pixels
She always walked faster past the crucifixion site,
even faster when someone hung from the solitairy cross.
This time Imilce stopped: By the gods Brigitte, nailed to that awfull cross!
The gallic slave-woman had been whipped as well!
For a short while Imilce stayed,
a short silent prayer to Tanit for her friend.
Nothing else she could do, time to get back to the mansion.
Her mistress would not be pleased if she returned late.
even faster when someone hung from the solitairy cross.
This time Imilce stopped: By the gods Brigitte, nailed to that awfull cross!
The gallic slave-woman had been whipped as well!
For a short while Imilce stayed,
a short silent prayer to Tanit for her friend.
Nothing else she could do, time to get back to the mansion.
Her mistress would not be pleased if she returned late.
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crumera
Crucifier of Pixels
Even the most loving and understanding master has his limits,
when it comes to dealing with a pregnant slaves craziness.
Irna for that matter has exceeded those boundaries by several miles.
Soon she will be fully crucified,
but for now she has to endure the lesser humiliation and pain of being raped in her ass,
by her executioner.
when it comes to dealing with a pregnant slaves craziness.
Irna for that matter has exceeded those boundaries by several miles.
Soon she will be fully crucified,
but for now she has to endure the lesser humiliation and pain of being raped in her ass,
by her executioner.
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crumera
Crucifier of Pixels
Giving Eileen some time to adjust.
Still gasping for air after both her wrist were nailed in quick succession.
The pain no longer the acute assault on her whole being, still hurt of course.
It still totally occupied her mind.
Executioner to his apprentice:
This is a perfect example:
Whenever she closes her legs, to hide her cunt it she is ready to nail her feet.
Apprentice: Why not do that straight away after nailing the wrist?
Think that would be more efficient.
Executioner: More efficent yes, but we are paid to crucify her alive.
Customers and especiallt the courts aren't happy if someone dies before they hang nailed on the cross.
If you hurry to much, as much as one in ten might die premature.
Quite bad for business that is.
Better to proceed slowly and have more chance to get the condemned up alive on the cross.
A: Look sir! The bitch is closing her legs!
E: Allright time to nail her pretty feet!
Still gasping for air after both her wrist were nailed in quick succession.
The pain no longer the acute assault on her whole being, still hurt of course.
It still totally occupied her mind.
Executioner to his apprentice:
This is a perfect example:
Whenever she closes her legs, to hide her cunt it she is ready to nail her feet.
Apprentice: Why not do that straight away after nailing the wrist?
Think that would be more efficient.
Executioner: More efficent yes, but we are paid to crucify her alive.
Customers and especiallt the courts aren't happy if someone dies before they hang nailed on the cross.
If you hurry to much, as much as one in ten might die premature.
Quite bad for business that is.
Better to proceed slowly and have more chance to get the condemned up alive on the cross.
A: Look sir! The bitch is closing her legs!
E: Allright time to nail her pretty feet!
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Tree naturally approves of Crumera's advice. These private executions pay pretty good but they are an all day commitment. The only way to earn extra money is if the condemned woman lasts a long time.
Well, this one is ready. Excuse me while I go nail her feet...
crumera
Crucifier of Pixels
No Wedding
My feet hurt my wrist even more.
my arms painfully straining on the nails.
I hang naked for all to see.
Crucified by the guards.
I will die here for a crime I did not commit.
I feel my breath getting shallow.
Pushing my legs down against the nail connecting my feet to the cross.
Feels like fire is jumping up from my feet through my legs.
Somehow I can brearthe more freely untill the agony radiating through my legs forces me to yield.
I sag down, my weight now pulling on my impaled wrist again.
My pinched nerves ina my arms screaming their distress to my brain.
I should have been married tomorrow, in the evening my virginity would have been taken gently,
by my fiancee/husband in the marital bed.
Alas the the judge first then five guards raped me after condemnation.
It hurt more then I had ever imagined,
of course it pales in compareson with the agony I am now going through.
My father murdered then robbed by the guards for my dowry.
Me bound and gagged brought back to the city.
Seeing part of my dowry handed to the fat magistrate.
Good for public order even beauty does not protect you from crucifixion he said to me.
Now I hang here suffering and perishing for the murder on my own father.
I have always honored the gods, how can they allow this to happen?
Another passerby plunges his fingers up in me in between my legs.
Guards and onlookers laughing, no one feels pity for a crucified murderer.
Never felt so lonely, surround by uncaring strangers who despise me.
My breath is getting shallow again, a new cycle of self torturing my feet begins as I push my legs down.
There is no hope, I cry out in my head to gods I no longer believe in, for death.
the echo of the judges words still resonate in my head:
A young strong body like her will last three or four days on the cross.
Looking at the slowly setting sun my seemingly endless suffering,
hasn't been more then two or three hours.
Nothing in my 20 summers has prepared me for this!
Ow gods kill me! NOW!!!
Me imagining what Rose is going through during her 29th "dance" movement
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My feet hurt my wrist even more.
my arms painfully straining on the nails.
I hang naked for all to see.
Crucified by the guards.
I will die here for a crime I did not commit.
I feel my breath getting shallow.
Pushing my legs down against the nail connecting my feet to the cross.
Feels like fire is jumping up from my feet through my legs.
Somehow I can brearthe more freely untill the agony radiating through my legs forces me to yield.
I sag down, my weight now pulling on my impaled wrist again.
My pinched nerves ina my arms screaming their distress to my brain.
I should have been married tomorrow, in the evening my virginity would have been taken gently,
by my fiancee/husband in the marital bed.
Alas the the judge first then five guards raped me after condemnation.
It hurt more then I had ever imagined,
of course it pales in compareson with the agony I am now going through.
My father murdered then robbed by the guards for my dowry.
Me bound and gagged brought back to the city.
Seeing part of my dowry handed to the fat magistrate.
Good for public order even beauty does not protect you from crucifixion he said to me.
Now I hang here suffering and perishing for the murder on my own father.
I have always honored the gods, how can they allow this to happen?
Another passerby plunges his fingers up in me in between my legs.
Guards and onlookers laughing, no one feels pity for a crucified murderer.
Never felt so lonely, surround by uncaring strangers who despise me.
My breath is getting shallow again, a new cycle of self torturing my feet begins as I push my legs down.
There is no hope, I cry out in my head to gods I no longer believe in, for death.
the echo of the judges words still resonate in my head:
A young strong body like her will last three or four days on the cross.
Looking at the slowly setting sun my seemingly endless suffering,
hasn't been more then two or three hours.
Nothing in my 20 summers has prepared me for this!
Ow gods kill me! NOW!!!
Me imagining what Rose is going through during her 29th "dance" movement
comments etc requested
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If they had, they'd have been 20 pretty rotten summers.
Even English summers aren't that bad
