Andyman
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The parish cemetery wasn't big but looking from the side of the church there was a square. And the parish was rather small so all the four thousand people can watch the passion play with ease...The dead as onlookers!
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Yupar
Regina Iudaeorum
This made me remember typical burmese execution in ancient cronicals. Those kings or eulers used to execute criminal in the graveyard including fallen kings and queens.
Andyman
Senator
Joanna the burglar
(gradation of shame and pain during crucifixion)
When Joanna stood on the top of the hill where she was to be killed, a large group of onlookers had already gathered there. The first mental torture for the woman was being ordered to strip off her dress in front of the audience. The convict, with a blush on her face, remained in the sole loincloth, covering her breasts with her hands, breathing deeply.
At the next command, the woman obediently lay down on the cross. Her arms and legs were stretched and first tied to the beams and the pole. The first set of ropes were tied around her wrists and feet, where the nails would be driven. In addition, secondary ropes were attached to hold the knees and elbows so that the jerk when bringing the cross upright and placing it in the hole in the rock did not tear her tissues. The knots were tied deliberately with the long ends, to enable "remote" untying all the knots with no need of ladder.
Now hammers roared, driving nails into the wrists and feet of the condemned woman, who, torn by sudden, stabbing pain, began to scream and beg for mercy. Yet this was only the beginning of her physical suffering. The pain that seemed unbearable to her was only the beginning of the truly excruciating pain that awaited her during the execution, just as the embarrassment of being stripped topless was only the beginning of the true shame and degradation that Joanna was to experience during her agony.
Because when the cross was placed vertically and fixed in the rocky ground, the torturers approached the girl and took the ends of specially tied ropes in their hands, and they pulled them, loosening and untying the knots. The ropes fell loosely to the ground and Joanna hung with a jerk on her wounds only. The pain multiplied rapidly. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't get air into her lungs and only a wheeze came out of her throat, choked with pain and fear.
At the same moment the loincloth of the condemned thief was removed from her loins by one of the men, who, loosening the knot, unceremoniously put his hand under the fabric, touching her vulva, and denuded the victim, thus completing her disgrace. Choking and dying from the pain in her pierced arms and legs, the woman simultaneously felt the blood rush to her head. Her face turned purple with shame and effort, as she still hung limply by her arms and was already close to suffocation. She squeezed her knees and buttocks, clumsily and quite unsuccessfully trying to cover her nakedness. A terrible mixture of physical and mental pain overwhelmed her. With a jerk and groan, she lifted herself up on her pierced arms and legs with all her strength, gasping loudly and greedily for air. Her hips and thighs quivered with effort and pain, sweat poured down her forehead, and her large breasts rose and fell, bouncing in rhythm with her short, ragged breaths. She began to pant loudly and moan painfully with each breath, to which the onlookers reacted with laugh and obscene comments.
And then suddenly the pain won and the condemned woman fell down with a painful sob, hanging again on her outstretched arms, her knees loosely bent. The thighs opened to reveal the genitals and voices of appreciation and applause erupted from the audience. Joanna looked ahead more consciously and saw a rapidly growing crowd, from which familiar faces were looking at her with pity, disgust, satisfaction or lust. With complete clarity of mind, she realized her absolute nakedness and shamelessness. She squeezed her eyes shut and burst into tears. She feel totally crushed and debased and nearly exhausted with the horrific experience and she dreamt of a quick death, but nothing was as far from her as quick death: no more than the first minute of the first day of her terrible agony on the cross had passed...
(gradation of shame and pain during crucifixion)
When Joanna stood on the top of the hill where she was to be killed, a large group of onlookers had already gathered there. The first mental torture for the woman was being ordered to strip off her dress in front of the audience. The convict, with a blush on her face, remained in the sole loincloth, covering her breasts with her hands, breathing deeply.
At the next command, the woman obediently lay down on the cross. Her arms and legs were stretched and first tied to the beams and the pole. The first set of ropes were tied around her wrists and feet, where the nails would be driven. In addition, secondary ropes were attached to hold the knees and elbows so that the jerk when bringing the cross upright and placing it in the hole in the rock did not tear her tissues. The knots were tied deliberately with the long ends, to enable "remote" untying all the knots with no need of ladder.
Now hammers roared, driving nails into the wrists and feet of the condemned woman, who, torn by sudden, stabbing pain, began to scream and beg for mercy. Yet this was only the beginning of her physical suffering. The pain that seemed unbearable to her was only the beginning of the truly excruciating pain that awaited her during the execution, just as the embarrassment of being stripped topless was only the beginning of the true shame and degradation that Joanna was to experience during her agony.
Because when the cross was placed vertically and fixed in the rocky ground, the torturers approached the girl and took the ends of specially tied ropes in their hands, and they pulled them, loosening and untying the knots. The ropes fell loosely to the ground and Joanna hung with a jerk on her wounds only. The pain multiplied rapidly. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't get air into her lungs and only a wheeze came out of her throat, choked with pain and fear.
At the same moment the loincloth of the condemned thief was removed from her loins by one of the men, who, loosening the knot, unceremoniously put his hand under the fabric, touching her vulva, and denuded the victim, thus completing her disgrace. Choking and dying from the pain in her pierced arms and legs, the woman simultaneously felt the blood rush to her head. Her face turned purple with shame and effort, as she still hung limply by her arms and was already close to suffocation. She squeezed her knees and buttocks, clumsily and quite unsuccessfully trying to cover her nakedness. A terrible mixture of physical and mental pain overwhelmed her. With a jerk and groan, she lifted herself up on her pierced arms and legs with all her strength, gasping loudly and greedily for air. Her hips and thighs quivered with effort and pain, sweat poured down her forehead, and her large breasts rose and fell, bouncing in rhythm with her short, ragged breaths. She began to pant loudly and moan painfully with each breath, to which the onlookers reacted with laugh and obscene comments.
And then suddenly the pain won and the condemned woman fell down with a painful sob, hanging again on her outstretched arms, her knees loosely bent. The thighs opened to reveal the genitals and voices of appreciation and applause erupted from the audience. Joanna looked ahead more consciously and saw a rapidly growing crowd, from which familiar faces were looking at her with pity, disgust, satisfaction or lust. With complete clarity of mind, she realized her absolute nakedness and shamelessness. She squeezed her eyes shut and burst into tears. She feel totally crushed and debased and nearly exhausted with the horrific experience and she dreamt of a quick death, but nothing was as far from her as quick death: no more than the first minute of the first day of her terrible agony on the cross had passed...
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Andyman
Senator
Six more stills from different contemporary Good Friday Passion Plays.
Six actresses, each of them performing the role of a Messiah in different citiy.
Modern surroundings, tall buildings, neon signs and advertising banners, road traffic, cars, buses and pedestrians, clicking their heels on the sidewalks, paved with concrete tiles, the air filled with the sounds of the city, birds' chirps and dogs' barking with the wind carrying the scent of the perfumes, smells of pizza, fried chickens and fresh coffee, people busy with their tasks stopping under the cross and looking with curiosity, lust, disgust or amusement at a naked, sweaty woman hanged over their heads, with her blood-covered feet and wrists hammered to the wooden cross with real nails and performing her morderous, painful dance while the photographers and passerby take photos and videos, exchange comments about her and shamelessly stare straight at her private parts, and even the most religious devotees, nuns and monks look at the actress with contempt, considering her a shameless whore...
![IMG_20240521_154916[1].jpg](https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/data/attachments/1473/1473410-d331deeacb1195fafa277f41aca91c13.jpg "IMG_20240521_154916[1].jpg")
Six actresses, each of them performing the role of a Messiah in different citiy.
Modern surroundings, tall buildings, neon signs and advertising banners, road traffic, cars, buses and pedestrians, clicking their heels on the sidewalks, paved with concrete tiles, the air filled with the sounds of the city, birds' chirps and dogs' barking with the wind carrying the scent of the perfumes, smells of pizza, fried chickens and fresh coffee, people busy with their tasks stopping under the cross and looking with curiosity, lust, disgust or amusement at a naked, sweaty woman hanged over their heads, with her blood-covered feet and wrists hammered to the wooden cross with real nails and performing her morderous, painful dance while the photographers and passerby take photos and videos, exchange comments about her and shamelessly stare straight at her private parts, and even the most religious devotees, nuns and monks look at the actress with contempt, considering her a shameless whore...
stepnash
Magistrate
In my opinion, those for simple pictures of a crucifixion are the most evocative and dramatic you have done so far and I have seen them all.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Well, she deserved it, right?
Every moment is worse than the previous one! The last pic is top! 
bindhertocross
Magistrate
Very nice work, we can see the pain and humiliation in your drawings
Hangnail
Tribune
An effort to brighten Joanna's last moments. Also I did some editing of the story...
When Joanna got to the top of the hill where she was to be executed, many onlookers had already gathered there. The first part of her ordeal was being ordered to strip off her dress in front of the crowd. The convict, blushing furiously, was allowed to keep only her loincloth. She covered her breasts with her hands, breathing deeply.
At the executioners' barked command the woman lay down meekly on the cross. Her arms and legs were stretched and secured to the beams and the stipes. First, ropes were used to fasten her wrists and feet, where the nails would be driven. Then additional ropes were used at her knees and elbows so that the jerk when bringing the cross upright and placing it in the hole in the rock did not cause her to rip free from the nails. They left long ends dangling from the knots so they could be untied when the cross was upright without anyone having to climb a ladder.
Hammers rang out, driving nails into the wrists and feet of the condemned woman, who, torn by sudden, stabbing pain, screamed and begged for mercy. Yet this was only the beginning of her physical suffering. What seemed unbearable to her was only the beginning of the truly excruciating pain that awaited her for the rest of the execution, just as the embarrassment of being stripped topless was only the beginning of the true shame and degradation that Joanna was to experience on top of her agony.
The cross was placed vertically and fixed in the rocky ground. The torturers approached the girl and pulled on the dangling ropes, loosening and untying the knots. The ropes fell to the ground and Joanna fell with a jerk to hang on her wounds. The pain exploded. She wanted to scream, but only a gasping wheeze came from her throat, choked with pain and fear.
The last remnant of the condemned thief's clothing was removed from her loins by one of the men, who, while loosening the knot, casually reached his hand under the garment, groping her vulva, and stripped it off her, thus completing her disgrace. Straining and dying from the pain in her pierced arms and legs, the woman felt the blood rush to her cheeks. Her face turned pink with shame and effort and she slumped to hang by her arms. She squeezed her knees and buttocks, clumsily and quite unsuccessfully trying to cover her nakedness. A terrible mixture of physical and mental pain overwhelmed her. With a jerk and groan, she lifted herself up on her pierced arms and legs with all her strength, gasping loudly. Her hips and thighs quivered and cramped. Sweat poured down her forehead, and her large breasts rose and fell, bouncing in rhythm with her short, ragged breaths. She began to pant loudly and moan painfully with each breath, to which the onlookers reacted with laughter and obscene comments.
And then suddenly the pain won and the condemned woman slipped down again with a painful sob, hanging again on her outstretched arms, her knees bent. Her thighs opened to reveal her secret garden. Shouts of appreciation and applause erupted from the audience. Joanna raised her head and saw a rapidly growing crowd, among which were familiar faces looking at her with pity, but also disgust, satisfaction, and even lust. In a ghastly epiphany she saw her own absolute nakedness and degradation. She squeezed her eyes shut and burst into tears. She felt totally crushed and nearly exhausted with the horrific experience. She tried to draw enough breath to cry out for quick death, but death was still far away. No more than the first minute of the first day of her terrible agony on the cross had passed...
When Joanna got to the top of the hill where she was to be executed, many onlookers had already gathered there. The first part of her ordeal was being ordered to strip off her dress in front of the crowd. The convict, blushing furiously, was allowed to keep only her loincloth. She covered her breasts with her hands, breathing deeply.
At the executioners' barked command the woman lay down meekly on the cross. Her arms and legs were stretched and secured to the beams and the stipes. First, ropes were used to fasten her wrists and feet, where the nails would be driven. Then additional ropes were used at her knees and elbows so that the jerk when bringing the cross upright and placing it in the hole in the rock did not cause her to rip free from the nails. They left long ends dangling from the knots so they could be untied when the cross was upright without anyone having to climb a ladder.
Hammers rang out, driving nails into the wrists and feet of the condemned woman, who, torn by sudden, stabbing pain, screamed and begged for mercy. Yet this was only the beginning of her physical suffering. What seemed unbearable to her was only the beginning of the truly excruciating pain that awaited her for the rest of the execution, just as the embarrassment of being stripped topless was only the beginning of the true shame and degradation that Joanna was to experience on top of her agony.
The cross was placed vertically and fixed in the rocky ground. The torturers approached the girl and pulled on the dangling ropes, loosening and untying the knots. The ropes fell to the ground and Joanna fell with a jerk to hang on her wounds. The pain exploded. She wanted to scream, but only a gasping wheeze came from her throat, choked with pain and fear.
The last remnant of the condemned thief's clothing was removed from her loins by one of the men, who, while loosening the knot, casually reached his hand under the garment, groping her vulva, and stripped it off her, thus completing her disgrace. Straining and dying from the pain in her pierced arms and legs, the woman felt the blood rush to her cheeks. Her face turned pink with shame and effort and she slumped to hang by her arms. She squeezed her knees and buttocks, clumsily and quite unsuccessfully trying to cover her nakedness. A terrible mixture of physical and mental pain overwhelmed her. With a jerk and groan, she lifted herself up on her pierced arms and legs with all her strength, gasping loudly. Her hips and thighs quivered and cramped. Sweat poured down her forehead, and her large breasts rose and fell, bouncing in rhythm with her short, ragged breaths. She began to pant loudly and moan painfully with each breath, to which the onlookers reacted with laughter and obscene comments.
And then suddenly the pain won and the condemned woman slipped down again with a painful sob, hanging again on her outstretched arms, her knees bent. Her thighs opened to reveal her secret garden. Shouts of appreciation and applause erupted from the audience. Joanna raised her head and saw a rapidly growing crowd, among which were familiar faces looking at her with pity, but also disgust, satisfaction, and even lust. In a ghastly epiphany she saw her own absolute nakedness and degradation. She squeezed her eyes shut and burst into tears. She felt totally crushed and nearly exhausted with the horrific experience. She tried to draw enough breath to cry out for quick death, but death was still far away. No more than the first minute of the first day of her terrible agony on the cross had passed...
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Andyman
Senator
Thanks!
Andyman
Senator
Daria's Bad Day
Now, this is the long story, so in order to share the whole story all at once I must decrease the number of files, so I reduced slightly resolution of the scanned sketches and then merged them together, up to four sketches on one comics-like sheet, together with the text, thus making the whole story to comprise of nine files which is okay.
Now, this is the long story, so in order to share the whole story all at once I must decrease the number of files, so I reduced slightly resolution of the scanned sketches and then merged them together, up to four sketches on one comics-like sheet, together with the text, thus making the whole story to comprise of nine files which is okay.
Andyman
Senator
The story about a pony-tailed girl
Part 1 of 2
This young woman was arrested by the wardens while travelling to the nearby village.
She didn't know she had a double between the villagers. Maybe they're not identical but they were very difficult to be distinguished from one another if not standing side by side to allow the comparison. In fact, they were a cousins but they never met before - a long story of an illegitimate child.
She wasn't aware that this double was guilty a really nasty crime, committed few days ago, and was searched for by the Praetorian Guard.
And the praetor himself had no idea that there are two similar women and that's why the journey of our main protagonist (or main antagonist?) ended in this very town.
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To Be Continued.
Tomorrow I am going to share the rest of the story, containing 11 sketches in total, so (to meet the transfer limits) here you are the first sketch. And a package of the remaining 10 pcs I will add tomorrow.
Part 1 of 2
This young woman was arrested by the wardens while travelling to the nearby village.
She didn't know she had a double between the villagers. Maybe they're not identical but they were very difficult to be distinguished from one another if not standing side by side to allow the comparison. In fact, they were a cousins but they never met before - a long story of an illegitimate child.
She wasn't aware that this double was guilty a really nasty crime, committed few days ago, and was searched for by the Praetorian Guard.
And the praetor himself had no idea that there are two similar women and that's why the journey of our main protagonist (or main antagonist?) ended in this very town.
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To Be Continued.
Tomorrow I am going to share the rest of the story, containing 11 sketches in total, so (to meet the transfer limits) here you are the first sketch. And a package of the remaining 10 pcs I will add tomorrow.
Hangnail
Tribune
Nice format, it's easy to read with the words right there on the same page with the images.
Hangnail
Tribune
We have a great deal of patience here at CF. Taling a few days to cover Daria's bad day would have certainly held our attention!
bindhertocross
Magistrate
Amazing work, thank you
