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Jeez, you’d think they’d never seen a tight little before... enough guys! ... Enough, I say!!!!
Barbaria gave up. She had lost control. All she had to look forward to now was agony and humiliation.
In equal doses, no doubt
Quite a sheen on my chest ... must be bloody hot on the floor of this arena! Water, please!
Nice manip Wraggt!!!!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Great facial expression! Fits well with the event!
These men are skilled in their job! They know how important it is to push on the gravity centre of the combination cross-crucified. Or would you prefer getting toppled and drop down forward?Jeez, you’d think they’d never seen a tight little before... enough guys! ... Enough, I say!!!!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
bobinder
ARTISAN
A convincing crux scene in profile can be very tricky - especially positioning the arms and shoulders - but you have done it to perfection!As the cross neared the vertical, Barbaria attempted to brace herself for the shock that she knew was coming....
No one appreciates the guys nailing!!! Sure, give the wench all the credit!!!A convincing crux scene in profile can be very tricky - especially positioning the arms and shoulders - but you have done it to perfection!
Tree may have a point. Let's give some thought to all the work being done by these three gentlemen making Barb look good, the artistry of the crucifixion, the precision lifting, the overall choreography of the event. Theirs is the task of moving the cross smoothly vertical in a satisfying and seemingly effortless defiance of gravity, bringing it up so that the base of the cross fits smartly into the hole in the turf, providing that shuddering jolt. They will be judged on their form and competence. But Wraggius and his small band of crux artists have things well in hand. We (and Barb) can feel confident that all is going to plan, and Barb will come to rest sharply in a moment, all her sinews a symphony of exquisite fiery agony at the point of the three nails, her nerves dancing in sheer pain that will not abate until my alter ego finally feels moved to release her. This is the defining moment, the last moment when she will be reminded of how alive she is now, and these few men have the responsibility to deliver that magnificent moment. These happy few. This band of brothers. For he who crucifies Barb with Wraggius today shall be his brother. Be he ne're so vile, this moment with Barb shall gentle his condition. And gentlemen in Rome, still abed, shall think themselves accursed they were not here, whiles any speaks who worked with them on Barb's crucifixion day!
Sorry. Did I get a bit carried away there, perhaps?
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Tree may have a point. Let's give some thought to all the work being done by these three gentlemen making Barb look good, the artistry of the crucifixion, the precision lifting, the overall choreography of the event. Theirs is the task of moving the cross smoothly vertical in a satisfying and seemingly effortless defiance of gravity, bringing it up so that the base of the cross fits smartly into the hole in the turf, providing that shuddering jolt. They will be judged on their form and competence. But Wraggius and his small band of crux artists have things well in hand. We (and Barb) can feel confident that all is going to plan, and Barb will come to rest sharply in a moment, all her sinews a symphony of exquisite fiery agony at the point of the three nails, her nerves dancing in sheer pain that will not abate until my alter ego finally feels moved to release her. This is the defining moment, the last moment when she will be reminded of how alive she is now, and these few men have the responsibility to deliver that magnificent moment. These happy few. This band of brothers. For he who crucifies Barb with Wraggius today shall be his brother. Be he ne're so vile, this moment with Barb shall gentle his condition. And gentlemen in Rome, still abed, shall think themselves acursed they were not here, whiles any speaks who worked with them on Barb's crucifixion day!
Sorry. Did I get a bit carried away there, perhaps?
Thank you William Jollyspeare.
That was a truly moving speech!
Minstrels! Quick! We need stirring background music for that speech!Tree may have a point. Let's give some thought to all the work being done by these three gentlemen making Barb look good, the artistry of the crucifixion, the precision lifting, the overall choreography of the event. Theirs is the task of moving the cross smoothly vertical in a satisfying and seemingly effortless defiance of gravity, bringing it up so that the base of the cross fits smartly into the hole in the turf, providing that shuddering jolt. They will be judged on their form and competence. But Wraggius and his small band of crux artists have things well in hand. We (and Barb) can feel confident that all is going to plan, and Barb will come to rest sharply in a moment, all her sinews a symphony of exquisite fiery agony at the point of the three nails, her nerves dancing in sheer pain that will not abate until my alter ego finally feels moved to release her. This is the defining moment, the last moment when she will be reminded of how alive she is now, and these few men have the responsibility to deliver that magnificent moment. These happy few. This band of brothers. For he who crucifies Barb with Wraggius today shall be his brother. Be he ne're so vile, this moment with Barb shall gentle his condition. And gentlemen in Rome, still abed, shall think themselves accursed they were not here, whiles any speaks who worked with them on Barb's crucifixion day!
Sorry. Did I get a bit carried away there, perhaps?
Tree may have a point. Let's give some thought to all the work being done by these three gentlemen making Barb look good, the artistry of the crucifixion, the precision lifting, the overall choreography of the event. Theirs is the task of moving the cross smoothly vertical in a satisfying and seemingly effortless defiance of gravity, bringing it up so that the base of the cross fits smartly into the hole in the turf, providing that shuddering jolt. They will be judged on their form and competence. But Wraggius and his small band of crux artists have things well in hand. We (and Barb) can feel confident that all is going to plan, and Barb will come to rest sharply in a moment, all her sinews a symphony of exquisite fiery agony at the point of the three nails, her nerves dancing in sheer pain that will not abate until my alter ego finally feels moved to release her. This is the defining moment, the last moment when she will be reminded of how alive she is now, and these few men have the responsibility to deliver that magnificent moment. These happy few. This band of brothers. For he who crucifies Barb with Wraggius today shall be his brother. Be he ne're so vile, this moment with Barb shall gentle his condition. And gentlemen in Rome, still abed, shall think themselves accursed they were not here, whiles any speaks who worked with them on Barb's crucifixion day!
Sorry. Did I get a bit carried away there, perhaps?
Tennis balls, my liege...
The cross reached the vertical and dropped into its socket with a sickening thump.
The sound Barbaria made was more than a scream, it was a gut-wrenching, animal howl that came from the very depths of her tortured soul.
As she squirmed in a vain effort to come to terms with hanging from three nails, the crowd rose to its feet, and roared in approval.
Wraggius, Antius, Ajax, and Hercules stood and soaked up the appreciation of the delighted crowd.
Nobody cheered Barbaria, even though she was the real star of the show.
The sound Barbaria made was more than a scream, it was a gut-wrenching, animal howl that came from the very depths of her tortured soul.
As she squirmed in a vain effort to come to terms with hanging from three nails, the crowd rose to its feet, and roared in approval.
Wraggius, Antius, Ajax, and Hercules stood and soaked up the appreciation of the delighted crowd.
Nobody cheered Barbaria, even though she was the real star of the show.
Tree finds this brutality most satisfying... He has
The cross reached the vertical and dropped into its socket with a sickening thump.
Owwwwwwwwwww .... nice manip ... you can almost see my head bouncing
Well, what do you expect after being dropped in a hole, nailed to a cross ... this is no picnic, let me tell you!
Wraggius, Antius, Ajax, and Hercules stood and soaked up the appreciation of the delighted crowd.
What a bunch of hams .... you'd think they did something exceptional ...
Martyrs are usually celebrated after the event ....
Two more great manips, Wragg ... love it!
morten sigurdson
Voivode of Wallachia
Bravo, you"ve done a great job with this story and artworks Lord Wragg. Brilliant work
