Extraordinary image -- but why the mercy?
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Thanks ... not sure about why the mercy ... this scenario was just hitting my inspiration ...Extraordinary image -- but why the mercy?
Sometimes a sliver of mercy is granted to give to condemned a sliver of hope to hold onto so that they fight the cross linger.Extraordinary image -- but why the mercy?
Thanks ... not sure about why the mercy ... this scenario was just hitting my inspiration ...
I love this so I shall do!Nailed to the cross, exhausted by the torture and the scorching heat of that torrid summer day, Cornelia was helpless to stop the spear of the soldier while it pierced through her beautiful, naked body.
Cornelia herself had asked him for mercy and to spare her terrible hours of agony and humiliation, but she could not help screaming in terror as she realized that in just a few more instant she would be dead …
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Extraordinary image -- but why the mercy?
Well, that's just her name. Doesn't mean she gets any!Thanks ... not sure about why the mercy ... this scenario was just hitting my inspiration ...
I hope the judge approved of this, or someones in big trouble !!!!!! hehehehehehe
Of the many pleasures of strolling through the forest of crosses atop Traitors Hill after a mass crucifixion, besides, of course, gazing at young nude women blatantly exhibited with their boobs dangling and their genitals fully exposed, was hearing their piteous pleas and supplications. “Please, oh please, take me down. I’ll be your slave forever, I’ll do anything you desire of me. Please spare me,” Some just begged for the simplest of things, like a drink of water. It was amusing to observe how much these women debased themselves. Gone was any rebellion or defiance they might have show earlier. It’s amazing how pain and suffering will break a woman’s will.Sundog aka ollie has been posting some quite interesting work,
Some Sketches And Studies
Amelia Bramwell - struggling through the hostile swamps .www.cruxforums.com
he drooled. I should really be checking his stuff more frequently.
Comment on photo number 1A few from fnhsr.
One of the best crux artists I've ever encountered.
I love a beautiful auburn haired lady suffering on a cross-that's why "An Execution In Arelate" and "Skeleton 431" are two of my fave crucifiction stories!Comment on photo number 1
The red hair of the crucified woman symbolizes the blood that flows from their nail-pierced wrists and feet, the wounds from the crown of thorns, and the wounds from their scourged backs, buttocks, and thighs. That's why red-haired women on the cross are the most beautiful.
Yes, the cross is the perfect throne for this ruddy queen. Execution in Arelate is one of my favorites too; miss Cuxena absolutely deserved to suffer and die on the cross. And her auburn hair, tied with a leather strap into a ponytail for her crucifixion, would be a treat to see!I love a beautiful auburn haired lady suffering on a cross-that's why "An Execution In Arelate" and "Skeleton 431" are two of my fave crucifiction stories!
I would love to see porn model Rachel dance for everyone...!
The suffering of Luvia Cuxena in the story “An execution in Arelate” by @andy01 is really overdue for illustration; it would be the perfect addition to this thread I think!Yes, the cross is the perfect throne for this ruddy queen. Execution in Arelate is one of my favorites too; miss Cuxena absolutely deserved to suffer and die on the cross. And her auburn hair, tied with a leather strap into a ponytail for her crucifixion, would be a treat to see!
Hell yeah!It seems @Apostate agrees!
Dawn broke over Traitors Hill enveloping the naked bodies of the women hanging from their crosses in a vermillion light. One of the women, Valeria, awoke from a fitful sleep. She had been on the “crux”, as the Romans called it, since before noon the previous day. She was a fugitive slave girl who had been caught and sentenced by the magistrate to a public flogging and crucifixion.Sundog aka ollie has been posting some quite interesting work,
Some Sketches And Studies
Amelia Bramwell - struggling through the hostile swamps .www.cruxforums.com
he drooled. I should really be checking his stuff more frequently.
After having nails making permanent damage to feet and wrists, how useful are they in the mines?Dawn broke over Traitors Hill enveloping the naked bodies of the women hanging from their crosses in a vermillion light. One of the women, Valeria, awoke from a fitful sleep. She had been on the “crux”, as the Romans called it, since before noon the previous day. She was a fugitive slave girl who had been caught and sentenced by the magistrate to a public flogging and crucifixion.
Her whipping had been a horrifying ordeal. Not only was she displayed naked before the whole town, but her sadistic guard chuckled as he darted vicious lashes between her legs and over her ample breasts. The journey up to Traitors Hill was another arduous ordeal. Forced to carry the patibulum on her lacerated back and shoulders, the guards, unsatisfied with her slow and unsteady pace, urged her on with several ass lashes.
Once atop the summit, one of the guards, with expert precision, directed the toe of his boot into Valeria’s deep cleft between her two wobbling ass cheeks, sending her sprawling face down into the dirt. The soldiers picked her up and placed her on her cross, nailing her wrists and feet to the wooden torture device. The slave screamed and howled in agony, particularly when they lifted up the cross and pounded it firmly into the ground.
And there she hung, striving to breathe as the pain from her whipping and nailing overwhelmed her. So great was her agony that she hardly noticed the spectators strolling among the crosses, savoring the nudity and suffering of the crucified women.
Naked as she was, she shivered during the night and only toward morning did she fall into an uneasy sleep. Now she was awake again and her pain returned in full force.
Around noon a troop of soldiers walked among the crosses lashing each woman’s breasts. Those that did not cry out were left handing, but those who screamed were taken down and dumped into a large cart.
Valeria gave out a weak cry as her large orbs bounced under the lash. She too was taken down from her cross. In the cart her head lay on top of the boobs of another slave girl. “What’s happening?” muttered Valeria. The slave girl whose breasts cradled Valeria said “Those still alive are to be taken to the mines, quarries or galleys for hard labor.” Valeria didn’t stop to consider what suffering was ahead of her as a hard labor slave girl. All she could think of was that she was alive and she began to cry, tears of relieve cascading down her tender boobs.
Well they have handy holes to attach their chains to now! That means less chance of escape attempts and easier to track down if they’re stupid enough to try! Imagine their suffering!! They may not last very long but will make an exemplary example to any other slaves daring to consider disobedience. And just look at how grateful Valeria had become for her cruel enslavement - other slaves will surely be truly inspired by her new found loyalty to the lash…After having nails making permanent damage to feet and wrists, how useful are they in the mines?