Some Sketches

[Andyman]

Cold morning 5 am.

 

[Loxuru]

Cold morning 5 am.

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"Stop complaining, Lady! It was getting out of bed very early for me too!"

 

[Hangnail]

Here it is again...

 

[Andyman]

Exhausted with fear.

 

[Hangnail]

Let's lighten up her day

 

[Andyman]

Divorced, bound, sentenced, stripped, raped, flogged, nailed and mocked - it was a long day for Celestine...

 

[Andyman]

The Wednesday was extremely hot and the southern wind was whipping everything and everyone with a dry hot air full of grains of Saharan sand - no one dared to stand in the full heat of the sun and watch this slut and her lover dying on their crosses.

 

[Andyman]

Rejected, abandoned and lonely, lonely as hell between the hundreds of the cruel faces, touched with their dirty looks, whipped with vile mocking and humiliated with obscene gestures.

 

[Cella]

Divorced, bound, sentenced, stripped, raped, flogged, nailed and mocked - it was a long day for Celestine...

View attachment 1226906Too bad, so sad. Is the somewhat deflated guy on the cross to her left responsible for her terrible long day?

 

[Andyman]

I think so. It is a slave, who she dared to slept with, I suppose. But he's a wimp: he is nearly dead after just few hours while his lover is still writhing and crying loud.

 

[Hangnail]

We don't want her to feel so blue

 

[Andyman]

Eve mercifully crucified in a loincloth. Hardly noticeable loincloth maybe... But a loincloth is a loincloth, isn't it?

 

[Andyman]

When the cross was lifted up and secured vertically in its base, the crucified girl realized how many people went to watch her dying.

 

[Andyman]

Never before Marie was naked in public and never before she expected such a day would come. But she still hasn't realized yet that she will be naked forever, from now till her very last breath.

 

[Andyman]

It must be a horrible dream

Deirdre kept her eyes closed when they tore apart her dress and bound her to the wood. She didn't open eyes though one of the tormentors raped her, defenceless and immobilized. She still kept her eyes closed tight when they hammered nails through her flesh, although she cried and screamed loudly and she kept them closed still when they lifted her cross to the vertical, hammered the wedges and finally released the ropes. Her body hanged on the wounds. Pierced with the horrific pain she tightened her body flexing her back to the front, then to the rear, and finally opened her swollen eyelids and looked down only to see her mutilated body hanged five feet above the rocky ground. It was not a dream...

 

[Andyman]

Joan was as zealous a believer as only a mid-aged widow could be, so no one was surprised when she was the first to voluntarily confess her faith before the city major, just when the persecutions begun, leaving him no option to spare her life. However she never expected the death on the cross to be so fucking painful and so horribly humiliating, when she was finally lifted up with her legs crossed and exposed in the full nude to the crowd of her neighbours and friends as a warning sign for all the followers of a Jewish wanna-be-king.

 

[Andyman]

Diana lost her husband killed in action during the siege of Cantabrea Nova and two days later her only son was mortally wounded when the remnants of her tribe tried to escape the Gracchus legionnaires pursuing them to the shores of a Rhine. She was one of the last alive tribe aristocrats when the last warriors gave up the defence and drop their weapons to swam the river across and fled to the forest. And she was the first tribe aristocrat to be executed immediately after the victory. Her naked body was the banner of a Roman victory and her screams were like the sweetest music in the ears of four thousand soldiers who knew that the war was over and they could finally return to their homeland before the stern winter.

 

[Andyman]

Cries and sobs and female moans of the punished criminals filled the air together with laughs and merry voices of the onlookers and the loud baritone of the non-commanding officer, ordering his soldiers to not break knees of the condemned until the next morning.

 

[Andyman]

Many times Ann ordered her recalcitrant or disobedient slaves to be scourged, hanged on the cross for a whole day or -few times - to be really crucified to death, including her last maid accused for theft, so you can imagine how happy the whole household of Marcus Didymus was when his wife was revealed as an adulteress and sentenced to be tied to the cross in the very middle of her villa courtyard, spared of nails but stripped naked as a whore and left there to die, never to be rescued from the tree of shame and death.

 

[Andyman]

One thousand six hundred and five times Betty lifted her body up, standing on her feet nailed to the sloped footrest and one thousand six hundred and five times she slided down and hanged motionlessly for twenty seconds on her pierced wrists, spreading her knees and groaning harder and harder. Her lungs needed air... So she lifted up her naked and mutilated body with effort for one thousand six hundred and sixth time...