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Rome, the Palace hill. The condemned woman nailed to her cross totally nude among the fully clothed spectators and the partially clothed condemned male comrades. Watched, ridiculed and mocked by the soldiers, citizens and pilgrims - men, women and youths - she thrills, weeps and sobs, suffering nearly double torment in comparison to her companions...

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Rome, the Palace hill. The condemned woman nailed to her cross totally nude among the fully clothed spectators and the partially clothed condemned male comrades. Watched, ridiculed and mocked by the soldiers, citizens and pilgrims - men, women and youths - she thrills, weeps and sobs, suffering nearly double torment in comparison to her companions...

Love this one ... a lot of effort went into the concept as well as the detailing. Very well done.
 
You're getting better and better, Andyman!! You've been so prolific lately I hardly can pick what to comment on. I love your attention to all the details leading up to the crucifixion. The one of the three women setting down their patibula as they arrived at their crosses was a new angle, I think, and I loved it. And of course, keep it up with the stripping, whipping, carrying the cross, waiting for the nails, the nailing itself, etc. Love it all!!
 
Rome, the Palace hill. The condemned woman nailed to her cross totally nude among the fully clothed spectators and the partially clothed condemned male comrades. Watched, ridiculed and mocked by the soldiers, citizens and pilgrims - men, women and youths - she thrills, weeps and sobs, suffering nearly double torment in comparison to her companions...
"I discovered that in Rome, they have a different standard about the condemned's modesty. The citizens of Rome clearly project their own ego end overrated self-esteem upon the way they treat their condemned to the cross , thinking themselves more civilised that the people of the rest of the Empire because they allow the condemned a scant lointcloth! Be sure, everywhere else, in our Gaul, or in Hispania, Greece, Africa or Judea, they don't give a damn about the condemned's modesty and leave them all nailed stark naked. As it is supposed to be! Crucifixion has nothing to do civilisation! There are hundreds of much finer and greater ways to express and honour our great civilisation, than by keeping up appearances and allowing even the slightest modesty to those who have deeply offended, assaulted, or turned their back to our society!"
(exerpt from a letter to home by Loxuru, around 30 AD)

Great drawings again, Andyman!:clapping::clapping:
 
A family visit. The younger daughter of a noble family with her husband and parents came to the gallows to say goodbye and bid farewell to her elder sister, punished with death for stealing her uncle's secret correspondence during the Gaul wars (accused for a high treason, she was deprived of her noble status, sentenced to death and crucified as a common slave). However I am affraid that both "goodbye" nor "farewell" were not exactly suitable phrases in her case.
 

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The simplest option: crux simplex, optionally equipped with the horn (cornu) in the form of a wooden penis. The first sketch is showing the idea, the second - a famous Golgotha scene in the female crux simplex option.

I am an unabashed devotee of the cross-as-phallic-symbol fetish, and these works fit my fantasy perfectly! The way you have their legs wrapped around the posts as if they were fucking their lovers fits perfectly with the whole point of crucifixion: humiliate the victim and demonstrate her helplessness compared to Rome’s power.

As far as I am concerned, a cornu in this situation is darn near mandatory, but individual circumstances may vary.
 
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I should say rather: her last rotting place... R.I.P.! [rot in peace!]

The empty husk that was once a young woman. Just a few days before, she had dreamed of her wedding to a handsome fellow slave at the villa. She was a maid for the lady, he was a scribe for the master. He was kind, courteous, and he could read. Their first liaison was a few months ago. While the dominus and domina grunted their way through a rare night of sex, she and her man moaned as he took her virginity and sprayed his seed into her womb.

Then the dominus died. It was a sudden disease, and rumors of poison spread even before he had breathed his last. The domina sold his lands and ordered the female slaves crucified. She didn’t give a reason, and she didn’t have to. The young woman died naked on a cross, with the seed of strange, cruel men in her womb instead of her beloved, and with a wooden stake in her ass.
 
While the condemned is waiting till the executioners will be ready for scourging her, shamefully covering her lower belly and turning to the rear, all the spectators can focus on the most magnificient view, before it will become unavailable after the heavy leas balls and hooks will tear the skin on her buttocks into bleeding shreds.
 

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While the condemned is waiting till the executioners will be ready for scourging her, shamefully covering her lower belly and turning to the rear, all the spectators can focus on the most magnificient view, before it will become unavailable after the heavy leas balls and hooks will tear the skin on her buttocks into bleeding shreds.
She herself looking at the town where she has grown up and lived.
In thoughts.
Anticipating.
Her last moments ever without pain.
 
I think every man shall care for his wife and he should not let her be sad. But I had no choice and no chance to make her even a bit happier. At least I had possibility to accompany her during all these darkest hours or rather days of her life. But it was of no use. Day after day she looked more sad, depressed and tired. But she was very firm too and she never begged these damned Romans for a loincloth, a sip of water nor for a coup de grâce. I am proud of her. Now... Now she has perhaps gone - she passed out for the last time an hour ago and she didn't get back to senses. I cannot be sure because my eyes are tired and dry and I am half-blind. But I remember her hanging - or sitting on this damned square nail head placed smart under her most delicate parts - to the right and looking at me without a word, with her face pale and eyes red, weeping and breathing hard... Damned Romans! And I could do nothing - and now soon I will follow her, I feel. Yes... High time to go. Farewell!
 

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While the condemned is waiting till the executioners will be ready for scourging her, shamefully covering her lower belly and turning to the rear, all the spectators can focus on the most magnificient view, before it will become unavailable after the heavy leas balls and hooks will tear the skin on her buttocks into bleeding shreds.

Waiting is so much a part of the ordeal. This sketch captures it so well. One of my favs.
 
Helen... Yes, that was her name far, far ago, in the half-forgotten days when she has a home and a family and few beautiful dresses... And a woman's dignity... Now she is only a 124th nameless victim of the cross this year (and 22nd female) in Ephesus - an anonymous trash and stinking pile of dang hanged on the cursed tree and left there to starve and rot. Unable to take another breath without painful lifting her body a little, Helen moaned and pissed her thighs once again with last few drops of urine.
 

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Helen... Yes, that was her name far, far ago, in the half-forgotten days when she has a home and a family and few beautiful dresses... And a woman's dignity... Now she is only a 124th nameless victim of the cross this year (and 22nd female) in Ephesus - an anonymous trash and stinking pile of dang hanged on the cursed tree and left there to starve and rot. Unable to take another breath without painful lifting her body a little, Helen moaned and pissed her thighs once again with last few drops of urine.

I love happy endings! :eeek:
 
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