I wonder if the victum can still see after that?They would hold the head up by the hair and eyes would still be blinding!
Yikes!!!!!!!!!!!
Merciful death my ass!
I wonder if the victum can still see after that?They would hold the head up by the hair and eyes would still be blinding!
Yikes!!!!!!!!!!!
Merciful death my ass!
True. a physician can watching into the underwear prove that the victim died by hanging (and not is hanged after death).I don't know from women side but tension of the body when crucified person try to take breath is the most existing. I heard that people on gallows cum during the execution
And if they were wearing a wig (in the French Revolution especially), the head would simply fall away from the hair ...... Ouch againThey would hold the head up by the hair and eyes would still be blinding!
Yikes!!!!!!!!!!!
Merciful death my ass!
I wonder if the victum can still see after that?
... the crux'erection or only the pleasure of the crucifixion ?
Is Messaline (or others ...) deserving that , even if it's a shame ...?
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I have always thought of the cross as an erotic experience (that's why I am into ropes), the thrill of being bound and exposed naked in public (male or female). Yes, I think that a woman (or a man, for that matter) really deserve some last pleasure before or during the crucifixion. I see it as a sort of erotic complicity between victim and executioner: in my fantasies, both are naked or semi-naked (with the loincloth being inevitably untied or torn off sooner or later), both experience an explosive orgasm after long, deliberate exploring, touching, teasing and fucking.
I am perfectly aware, though, that this is purely a daydream which has nothing to do with the real world. A rape is always against who experiences it. Crucifixion is meant to kill and humiliate, not to please the victim. That's why I never posted any of the stories I wrote about torture and crucifixion: they are too "soft", too unreal, because they never end in death and they don't involve any real suffering (only the suffering of being bound for quite a long time).
No, prescription as a pseudo ritual was cut the hair and cut the collar of the shirt.True. a physician can watching into the underwear prove that the victim died by hanging (and not is hanged after death).
I can only think about a beheaded chicken and subsequently some time flutteredA sharp blow to the back of the neck has been known to induce unconsciousness. They have studied the effects of karate chops for example and now believe they work by compression of the vertebrae. If a blow with a human hand, wide and slow in comparison to a blade can render you unconscious some of the time then a blade actually shoving neck parts out of the way as it heads for the throat will most certainly do so.
The head might retain some semi-voluntary functions such as blinking but it is unlikely the victim was actually concious.
That said it does not stop me from using the idea from time to time in fantasy stories
Amen CX! Eulalia has an exceptional way with words. She blows me away; leaves me trembling with the most graphic, intense, stimulating images of this horrible, yet sexually charged action -- that of crucifixion!
thanks to Roxie, cxslave and others for some blush-making comments -
it's just good to be in a place where my writing can give such pleasure.
When I get excited, I do tend to drift into a sort of poetic prose.
Anyway, prompted by such encouragement,
I've polished that post into a poem:
Before I’m Crucified
If you want to rape me, cross-doomed,
while I’m still aware, alert;
If you want to see my eyes
flicker fear, submission, even lust;
If you want to hear me moan,
squeal and shriek – or weep;
If you want to smell and savour the taste
of my female pheromones;
If you want to wrestle my torso’s twist,
subject me to your manly power;
If you want warm wet to welcome in
your hard, triumphant tool;
If you want feel its thrusting tip
massaged in my throbbing womb –
Then, when you’ve laid my bare back low,
chafed by the cruel cross-tree,
Stretched my arms wide, securely strapped
my wrists to the hanging-bar,
When you’ve placed the hammer-hulk,
the long nails, close by my head –
made sure I see –
Then’s the time for your predators’ pounce
on your girl who’s about to die –
Enjoy!
thanks to Roxie, cxslave and others for some blush-making comments -
it's just good to be in a place where my writing can give such pleasure.
When I get excited, I do tend to drift into a sort of poetic prose.
Anyway, prompted by such encouragement,
I've polished that post into a poem:
Before I’m Crucified
If you want to rape me, cross-doomed,
while I’m still aware, alert;
If you want to see my eyes
flicker fear, submission, even lust;
If you want to hear me moan,
squeal and shriek – or weep;
If you want to smell and savour the taste
of my female pheromones;
If you want to wrestle my torso’s twist,
subject me to your manly power;
If you want warm wet to welcome in
your hard, triumphant tool;
If you want feel its thrusting tip
massaged in my throbbing womb –
Then, when you’ve laid my bare back low,
chafed by the cruel cross-tree,
Stretched my arms wide, securely strapped
my wrists to the hanging-bar,
When you’ve placed the hammer-hulk,
the long nails, close by my head –
made sure I see –
Then’s the time for your predators’ pounce
on your girl who’s about to die –
Enjoy!
Wow. As usual I am at a loss to describe the greatness! Good thing you are never at a loss! I think it's sufficient to know that this poem has made me incredibly wet and horny!. (cx slides her shorts down, she can feel the juices now smeared all over her inner thighs....)thanks to Roxie, cxslave and others for some blush-making comments -
it's just good to be in a place where my writing can give such pleasure.
When I get excited, I do tend to drift into a sort of poetic prose.
Anyway, prompted by such encouragement,
I've polished that post into a poem:
Before I’m Crucified
If you want to rape me, cross-doomed,
while I’m still aware, alert;
If you want to see my eyes
flicker fear, submission, even lust;
If you want to hear me moan,
squeal and shriek – or weep;
If you want to smell and savour the taste
of my female pheromones;
If you want to wrestle my torso’s twist,
subject me to your manly power;
If you want warm wet to welcome in
your hard, triumphant tool;
If you want feel its thrusting tip
massaged in my throbbing womb –
Then, when you’ve laid my bare back low,
chafed by the cruel cross-tree,
Stretched my arms wide, securely strapped
my wrists to the hanging-bar,
When you’ve placed the hammer-hulk,
the long nails, close by my head –
made sure I see –
Then’s the time for your predators’ pounce
on your girl who’s about to die –
Enjoy!
Yikes CX! It's as though you put your hand to my pussy and started to finger my clit....you got me all revved up!!!!! OK!!!! Off with the slacks and panties......blouse, bra too!!!!!!!!!!! I need a pause for....Wow. As usual I am at a loss to describe the greatness! Good thing you are never at a loss! I think it's sufficient to know that this poem has made me incredibly wet and horny!. (cx slides her shorts down, she can feel the juices now smeared all over her inner thighs....)
Whoa! Glad I could help out! Hope your not at work! Professional athletes can sit around and browse crux forums all afternoon after working out and get naked whenever we want. People with real jobs have offices and....stuff. Anyway I hope my hand treated you well....Yikes CX! It's as though you put your hand to my pussy and started to finger my clit....you got me all revved up!!!!! OK!!!! Off with the slacks and panties......blouse, bra too!!!!!!!!!!! I need a pause for....
Whoa! Glad I could help out! Hope your not at work! Professional athletes can sit around and browse crux forums all afternoon after working out and get naked whenever we want. People with real jobs have offices and....stuff. Anyway I hope my hand treated you well....
I'm amazed at the effect my writing has - but delighted!
On third thoughts I've tweaked my poem a bit,
but the main reason the repetitive "ifs" got lost was layout,
I've restored them
And I overlooked Wragg's Kipling allusion -
of course!
"If you can meet with rape and crucifixion, and treat those two imposters just the same...."
If by sitting at my desk in a tank top and with my shorts around my knees than I look silly all the time when Im on this site.... Don't worry about Messa, she loves getting abused...No, not at work...just got home. You hand was delicious my dear! You knew just what to do!
And it was just what I needed to unwind....
Never quite got the blouse off...just unhooked my bra...so I'm sitting here looking kinda silly right now.
This is most definitely a NSFW site...so I must be careful! (Good thing I have my own office!)
You're a professional athlete? Didn't know that...!
Oh God -- I'm really abusing Messa's thread..PM me sometime and we can chat.
I second that. I loved how you used if as well! gave it a rhythm that really hit home!Why should you be amazed Eul? Your writing is highly erotic stuff that zaps the limbic systems of us crux junkies. You are a master at your craft.
And your version of "If" is every bit as great as his in emotional impact!