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Eulalia said:
I've been looking for a post on one of our Forums early this year with some Japanese anime girlies on their way to be crucified -​
one of them was fitted with a cute little holster on a belt, so she could carry the nails and hammer!​
Sadly I can't find her now - does anyone remember?​
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Unfortunately I don't remember. :(

But perhaps some compensation could be helpful.
At least the country seems to fit ...
 

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Stripping happens somethimes when you don't expect it...She stumbles over her own teared tunica. Guards pulled it of her body. The dirty rag wasn't anything worth yet.
In stories, pictures.... "Ducans Dreams" you'll see other sketches...
 

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My preferred dressing style..

The victim's waist should be wrapped-up with 3 or 4 inch wide cloth which is only good enough to cover her bikini line.. This should keep her aware while walking to her destination amidst severe whip blows..

If she fell down, will struggle to cover her womanhood with that skimpy out-fit.. While she get up, she might close her legs intact and try to go up with that heavy patibulam.. It'll take time & fetch her more whips..

Covering of her womanhood will keep the crowd guessing, and make them wait curiously till the stripping time..

The nails can be tied in a string and worn like a garland by the victim.. Only 3 nails enough.. Her legs shouldn't be spread while nailing.. This will make her to believe that, atleast she will not be exposed..

After the crucifixion, she should be let with her pride saving costume.. Only for a while.. And there can be a bid.. The highest bidder can remove her waist screen, and expose her nudity open to the eagerly waiting crowd.. Being helpless, pain & humiliation would transfer her to the ultimate panic.. This will make her woman-hood to shrink even tinier than normal..
 
Dori Charter said:
I imagine being stripped to a loincloth and nailed to the cross bare-breasted. As the cross is raised, the loincloth would be ripped off and my swollen sex between my spread legs fully exposed. I would then be sexually abuse, my breasts tortured, my vagina fully penetrated by the executioners' rigid erections.
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Love that description dear :) a spear head inside your swollen cunt would be hot as well :)
 
Eulalia said:
As the Cross is lifting, I try to brace myself, tensing my legs to support my weight as I feel my sore, sweaty back slither down the splintery wood. Pain shoots up my shanks from my nailed feet, my knees shake, barely able to hold their positon. When I am nearly upright, they pause, manoeuvring the stipes so it'll drop correctly, I'm panting, moaning with pain. Then, aaah!, the wood slips into position with a jolt that erupts through my whole body. My legs fail, flexing outwards for all my efforts, my arms are tugged, racking pain tears through my wrists, my shoulders and my chest.

Minutes I am in shock, struggling frantically, twisting and heaving, as if there was any chance of pulling myself free of the relentlessly torturing nails. Gradually my senses tell me I'm making matters worse, much, much worse for myself. I start using my thighs to try to ease the strain on my arms and torso as long as I can bear the concentration of agony in my feet. When they can take no more, I sink slowly, swinging and twisting cautiously, trying to distribute the pain to different parts of my body, but of course no move I make brings any real relief.

Blinking through blood and sweat I see, and gasp with horror when I see it, a brazier of glowing coals being carried up by two soldiers and placed near the foot of my Cross. I close my eyes and hang my head in horror, unable to bear the thought of what's to come.

"You're dancing well, little whore!" I hear my old tormentor sneer, "We're enjoying her ballet, aren't we?" The crowd whistle and cheer. Still mostly men, though there's a couple of hard-faced, haughty looking ladies in fine dresses and jewellery among the privileged guests around me, and several girl-friends whooping with the lads in the crowd. "You like dancing naked, don't you, slut?" he prods me right in the groin. "You like boys looking at your body – now you're getting what you've always secretly longed for!"

I shake my head slowly, side to side, trying to ignore his taunts. Yet, in my tortured mind, he's probing a tender spot, a secret of my dreams and waking fantasies, something I'd hardly admit even to myself....

"You fancy a boy, don't you?" Again, he grabs at my vulva, again I shake my head, moaning softly, "No, no...." "Lying bitch, you fancy that Alaunus, the horse-groom from across the Euxine Sea!" I jerk in shock – how the hell does he know, how can he know my secret, I've never told anyone? "That's why you let your cloak slip off your shoulders whenever you visited the stables. That's why you hitched your dress up with a tuck under the girdle, so he'd see more of your nice long legs!"

I feel my cheeks burning. Even in crux-pain I'm blushing, a hot tingle spreading over my shoulders and upper chest. This is a new form of torture, mental torture, like all my girly secrets being read out in front of a giggling class!

"What were your dreams when you put sweet herbs under your pillow on the night of Lupercalia?" He thrusts his hand between my legs a third time, and begins invading me with his middle finger. "You dreamed of feeling his long, hard cock pushing up and up inside you, didn't you, slag?" His finger's sliding up and down, up and down, in my vagina. I lift my body, straightening my legs, but I can't escape his fingering. My head thrown back, I'm throbbing with involuntary arousal, hurling loud cries as he brings me, slowly, mercilessly, to the height of cruel orgasm.

With his left hand, he crawls his fingers over the outside of my girl-parts. "You dreamed of your womb swelling with his baby, didn't you?" My body flexes, bending away from the stipes, though the strain on my arms and thighs is hideous, my groans ever more desperate. His fingers move up to my breasts. "You dreamed of your boobs oozing with milk, your baby sucking at you – eh, cow?"

I'm weeping now, sobbing like a six-year-old. A girl in the crowd starts to chant:

"Cry baby cry,​
Poke her in the eye,​
Nail her on the crossbar​
And leave her there to die!"​

Laughing and jeering , they all join in.

After a few minutes of this fun, my tormentor raises his hand to quieten them, and drones on, "Well now your dreams are coming true – but not quite how you hoped, not with Alaunus!"

One of the Guards is holding a whip – not the kind they used on the Via Crucis, a much bigger, longer, heavier cart-whip. The old man takes it from him and waves it before my eyes. "Look, love-girl. This is what's going to wrap your bare body in its tender embrace!" He rubs it down my breasts and flanks, then swings round, giving it an expert flick that makes a sharp "Crack!" I start in terror, even girls in the crowd jump and yelp with fright.

He returns the whip to the Guard, and turns to the brazier, now burning fiercely. He lifts a long-handled pair of iron tongs and holds them under my nose so I smell the acrid stench of smouldering metal. "These are the lips that are going to kiss your pretty tits!" Instictively I swing my breasts away as he passes it very close to their skin, almost touching.

He puts the tongs back on the fire and draws out a poker, glowing red. That too he holds only a finger's length from my eyes, I'm shuddering, jabbering incoherently, maddened with terror. "And this –" he jerks it up sharply to demonstrate, "this is the long, hard prick that's going to fuck you, baby, right up your cunt!"

As I gabble out pointless, pathetic pleas for mercy, he turns to the Centurion, almost singing in gleeful triumph – "Let Eulalia's love-making begin!"
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great writing and vivid details.... I got hard as a rock just reading this :)
 
penispaain said:
great writing and vivid details.... I got hard as a rock just reading this :)
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Thanks PP, that's exactly the effect I like my writing to have! :)​
And thanks for finding this post, I'd pretty well forgotten it;​
it turned out to be a prequel to Eulalia Christa - the Passion that's on the Archive,​
I'll get this little piece up there too.​
 
Eulalia said:
Thanks PP, that's exactly the effect I like my writing to have! :)​
And thanks for finding this post, I'd pretty well forgotten it;​
it turned out to be a prequel to Eulalia Christa - the Passion that's on the Archive,​
I'll get this little piece up there too.​
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Yeh I'm just feeling my way around here....in the hopes of finding the one hot Domme that would make my longstanding fantasy of crucifixion torture, torment and agony a reality... then perhaps I can share graphic details and video and pics as well with all of you here :)
 
Bozzly said:
Dam it that can cause brain damage
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Too late!
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;)
:D :D :D
 
familair face n' est ce pas?:p
 
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