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Victim's Eye View
- Thread starter Eulalia
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'I know she must deserve all of this, but, damn, they're going to put a horn up her ass. I wonder what is going on in her head...'
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Deleted member jedakk
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I hadn't thought
She hasn't gotten the point yet, but she will!
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Deleted member jedakk
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I had not thought about it! I might use some of these for illustrations for the story, but I can't use all of them for that. As you may be aware, I set up a download site where you can download all of my renders, might be a couple of thousand or more there. Most were never posted or used in the story. I have the link to that in a conversation that anyone here can join if they ask me.
In some cases the renders I posted here are new and not yet included among the scenes I uploaded to the Mega download site. I planned to upload all of these new ones and announce that they were available to anyone who wanted them. I have also revised the story as I posted the renders on this thread and on the Obscene Display thread, so I'll update the version that is on the Mega download site also and that will be available to download.
lember
Magistrate
find the story "Serpent`s eye" in the resources
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Deleted member jedakk
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That version doesn't have all the updates in it that I posted here.
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Deleted member jedakk
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Sabina's ankles are bound together. The two Nubians are beginning to get her feet into position on the cross where they will begin tying them in place for nailing. Hercules bends her legs up and hands the rope from her ankles to Ajax, standing behind the cross now, who will wrap the rope around the cross to support her ankles so she can lift herself up. He will wrap the rope over the tops of her feet , tightly, to hold them in place with their soles against the cross. Sabina continues to narrate:
Here is the scene:
Here are some near victim's eye views:
With my ankles bound together, Hercules let my body sag back toward the cross. I groaned as the nails in my wrists twisted and the weight of my body settled back on those wounds. I clumsily tried to raise my bound feet up, get their soles against the cross and find some purchase.
My body shuddered and reflexively twisted away when I felt the rough end of the cornu poke me in the crack of my buttocks for the first time. I had to force myself to stop struggling, knowing I would never escape it. It was only a matter of time until that rough wooden horn would be inside of me.
In my porcella. I’d already made the decision. I’ll have to spread my legs as wide as I can, try to… to ease it in. I can’t think about all of them watching me!
Thinking about the point of the cornu slowly slipping up between my lower lips set off a tingling down there that made me want to squeeze my legs together. I tried to will it away, ignore it, but nothing worked.
Don’t wait till the last minute when... No, once I feel it enter me it’s too late. I can’t… oh gods. A woman’s vagina is made to… to stretch, isn’t it? Please let it be easier, oh does it matter? Sooner or later it will go there anyway.
The one called Hercules grabbed my left leg and bent my knee, bringing my bound feet up behind me, dragging them over to the side. Every movement set off stabbing pains in my wrists, made me moan. What were they doing? I squeezed eyes closed more tightly, trying not to look.
Don’t struggle! Don’t make them hurt you!
I felt the end of the cornu scrape across one bare cheek, already welted from the whip, winced, jerked, felt the sharp pain in my wrists.
Let them do it! I thought, fighting back panic.
Antius stood to my right, watching and waiting. He still had the nails he was going to drive through my feet soon, in just a few moments.
Here is the scene:
Here are some near victim's eye views:
lember
Magistrate
no one can get everything
They have nailed my wrists and lifted me to hang from them. they will nail my feet to the stipe and have placed a cornu down there to rape me when I need to rest. Is there no end to their cruelty? Just kill me, you bastards! -Sabina
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Deleted member jedakk
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It will be available for download later. I'm revising and rewriting the story as I post these renders, so by the time I reach the last scene, I can probably upload it to the Mega download site where anyone who wants it can get it. It's too big to post on here, 600+ pages and over 500 pictures.
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Deleted member jedakk
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Hercules gets Sabina's feet into position to be nailed to the cross, leaning into her legs and forcing the soles of her feet flat against the timber, while Ajax ropes them tightly in place. Sabina continues to narrate:
Here is the scene:
A couple of executioners' eye views:
Here are some near victim's eye views:
Hercules swung my legs back under me. I felt rough wood against the soles of my feet, felt the rasp of it as he pushed my feet up on the cross and stopped.
Oh gods, he’s… he’s placing my feet, getting them ready for the executioner to nail them to the cross! The pain, oh gods please no, no!
There was some discussion, a gesture from Antius indicating “higher,” and Hercules pushed my feet up a little higher on the cross, forcing my knees wider. I heard some appreciative murmurs from the men in the crowd.
The better to humiliate me, I thought, display my porcella to anyone who wants a look.
I tried not to struggle and fight, but I was panicking, moaning, couldn’t get my breath, terrified. Hercules moved in front of me, put his shoulder against the front of my thighs and leaned into me, wrapped his arms around my legs, holding them in place, forcing the soles of my feet flat against the timber. I twisted my head around, trying to see what they were doing to me. I caught a glimpse of Ajax, working behind me, roping my feet securely in place.
I was aware of my domina, standing there calmly watching them crucify me. I knew by now it was pointless to beg her for mercy. There were so many people, so many faces, laughing, leering. They were all around me, watching my desperate, agonized struggling.
Here is the scene:
A couple of executioners' eye views:
Here are some near victim's eye views:
'Sabina stares down at me from the cross. I know she is hurting hanging from her wrists but that is nothing compared to when they nail her feet. She could beg me for mercy but I can show her none. She wanted this. Let her love the cross. If they knew I was her slave, they'd crucify me next to her' -Julia
'The spikes hurt so much and they have yet to nail my feet! And there is that damn horn waiting to piece my ass!' -Sabina
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Deleted member jedakk
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A little bit of overlap in the narration here. I made some changes in what I had written before, and it leads into the action today, so I grabbed that and pasted it here too. I typically do about five rewrites of a story before I'm satisfied with it. FYI, I have been pasting pieces of the story here to go along with the pictures - this narration should all flow together day to day.
Ajax adds the final touches to the bindings that hold Sabina's feet immobile, flat against the cross. Antius the executioner kneels next to her, getting into position to drive the nails through her feet. Sabina continues to narrate:
Here is the scene:
Here are some executioners' eye views:
And here are some near victim's eye views:
Ajax adds the final touches to the bindings that hold Sabina's feet immobile, flat against the cross. Antius the executioner kneels next to her, getting into position to drive the nails through her feet. Sabina continues to narrate:
I caught a glimpse of Ajax, working behind me, roping my feet securely in place. He reached around the front of the cross to loop the rope over the tops of both my feet. I sucked in a breath, moaned as I felt the rope tighten painfully.
My knees moved out to the sides as the rope pressed my feet flat against the rounded timber. I was also aware that it was stretching my lower lips apart – I could feel air moving through my open cleft. There was no way I could move my feet and no way I could bring my legs together to shield my private parts from the stares of the onlookers.
I thought I understood the shame of crucifixion, but I didn’t. The humiliation is crushing!
I was panting in terror now, on the ragged edge of panic. The preparations for nailing my feet were complete.
My Domina stood there calmly watching them crucify me, making certain they were dealing out the punishment to me she had paid for. I knew by now it was pointless to beg her for mercy. There were so many people, so many faces, laughing, leering. They were all around me, watching my desperate, agonized struggling.
I caught movement to my right, whipped my head around quickly and stared at the executioner kneeling down below me, next to the base of my cross, getting into position to drive the two iron spikes through my feet. He held the hammer in his right hand and the two spikes in his left. I couldn’t take my eyes off them, moaning in horror, trembling, desperately wanting to escape this nightmare, twisting my hips away from him protectively.
I felt the rough end of the cornu digging into my bare buttocks as I struggled, but it didn’t matter, nothing mattered except distancing myself from the executioner. My feet, tightly bound to the cross, might as well have been fixed in stone.
Here is the scene:
Here are some executioners' eye views:
And here are some near victim's eye views:
cruxer4
Guard
Oh man, oh man!!!! You are a master cruxer! I would LOVE access.
'It's a warm day and I should get out of the sun. But they are doing such a fine job with this slave. I'll wait till she takes the horn!'
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Deleted member jedakk
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Better slather on some sunscreen then, might be a while!
Hmm... she does look rather fit. Perhaps I'll find some shade... Pity she can't!!!Better slather on some sunscreen then, might be a while!
Leatherchain
Magistrate
I will certainly be thinking of using these for reference.
If you want to do more, what would you like to see?
I really need to get back to making some art.
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Deleted member jedakk
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With her feet roped to the cross, Sabina cannot resist pushing herself upwards to relieve some of the agony in her wounded wrists. She knows she can't put this off any longer, because the executioner will get impatient and have the Nubians lift her up and set her on the cornu, forcing her down on its horn going into whichever of her holes they picked. She has to raise herself up, and quickly, although she knows when she does, the executioner will drive the iron spikes through her feet.
Sabina narrates:
Here is the scene:
Some executioner's eye views:
And some near vicim's eye views:
Sabina narrates:
This would be my last chance to raise myself up and take the pressure off the nails in my wrists without immediately trading that relief for agony in my feet. But as soon as I straightened my legs and got my knees out of his way, the executioner would begin nailing my feet.
He was eyeing me impatiently already. I had to move soon to raise myself or they would do it for me, roughly and painfully. I was terrified they might just lift me up and force me down on the cornu, making me stay on it until my feet were nailed. I had to do this myself and I had to do it now.
“Oh no…” I sobbed. I couldn’t delay any longer.
Pushing up with my legs made my hips thrust forward, not just upward. Raising myself on my feet meant pulling with my arms as well as pushing upward with my legs. I gritted my teeth and groaned at the horrible stabbing pains in my wrists as I strained against the nails and tried to keep the wounds from twisting on them. Which they did anyway, adding horrible shooting pains to the throbbing agony I was suffering already, forcing me to scream.
I did it slowly, pulling my shoulders back against the cross, ignoring the pain of the rough wood rubbing against the welts there. I felt the splintered end of the cornu rasping down the crack of my buttocks as I pushed myself upward.
As I inched higher, I felt the upturned point of the cornu slide between my legs and underneath my buttocks, my body slipping back against the cross. Its point was underneath me now, and I had to be careful to avoid it. Even worse, if I fainted again while raised above it like this, I would fall onto it. My body’s weight might drive the horn into my rectum or porcella.
That was a pain and further humiliation I wasn’t ready to accept, and my buttocks clenched involuntarily at the thought. But I knew too that it would not be long until the agony would be so bad that humiliation wouldn’t matter anymore. I would be so desperate for whatever relief I might find that I would give up my last shred of dignity, even trade the pain and shame of the cornu for the some relief from the pain of the nails.
I strained to straighten my legs as far as they would go, pushing myself still higher until my shoulders were just above the bottom edge of the patibulum. I drew in deep, ragged breaths. My wrists throbbed with pain, but it was so much better than the horrible agony of hanging by the nails. I looked out across the onlookers, all staring at my naked body, enjoying my torture and shame, and saw my humiliation reflected in their eyes.
I lowered my head so I wouldn’t have to see them and looked down across my gleaming, sweaty body stretched out on the cross. My nipples were once again hard and erect. There was a trickle of blood oozing from a spot on my left breast where one of the whip’s knots had struck. My knees were still bent a little, impossible to straighten completely unless I arched my hips outward. I felt my clitoris hardening, throbbing, growing more sensitive. My body had a mind of its own. I closed my eyes and tried to will my arousal away.
Two more nails…
Here is the scene:
Some executioner's eye views:
And some near vicim's eye views:
Crucified Life
Governor
Just a thought I had which I will share: In an alternate universe where events mirror our own, except for subtle yet profound differences, the following could occur...When "Sabina" punches "Julia Lepida" and demands that Julia has her crucified, what if Julia's (Real Sabina's) response was not what Sabina (real Julia) expected. "No, I won't do it!! I love you my Domina too much to let you die on the cross like you want to. I will tell them I am impersonating you so they crucify me instead!!"
Imagine the implications...??
Imagine the implications...??