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My top priority would be to avoid stepping a butterfly, altering the timeline, and returning to the dystopian hellscape that change has wrought.
Too late! Someone did early 2016!:confused:
A hypothetical question–what if you could travel back in time?
The number one I guess. :rolleyes:The #2, too much compassion and you risk to join her fate, and even a time machine cannot get you from the nails.:oops:
The #3? Well actually, you never know who has been inside there the last 24 hours. That's really asking for trouble!:eek:
 
Sunday, September 16, 2018–Day 255. Here’s a new one for you entitled."What Would You Do?"

A hypothetical question–what if you could travel back in time? Not forever, but just for an hour or so. Your destination is one o’clock p.m. outside of a small Roman town in the year 100 CE. It is a warm day and the sun is very bright–the sky a brilliant blue. The hillside is deserted except for one feature–a lovely dark haired girl–totally naked–nailed to a wooden cross. You can hear her moaning in anquish as she writhes on the rough wooden cross. So what do you do?

I expect a few of you would take advantage of the unique situation you find yourself in to explore in depth the details of a real, actual Roman crucifixion. You would note the actual construction of the cross, its joinery, how the condemned was affixed to it, the size of the nails and their placement on the body. You might note how the cross was placed in the ground, how the wood was planed and finished. Such wonderful details that you would be able to share with the members of Crux Forums. You can provide the actual answers to many of the questions members have been asking for years as to how it really was done. Now you know. You’ve seen it firsthand with your own eyes!
Others of you might feel a degree of compassion for the poor girl dying on the cross before you. You might brush a strand of hair from her face or wipe away the tears that stain her cheeks. Perhaps you find some water to give to her to ease the terrible thirst she is experiencing. Or perhaps you will comfort her by just being there for her as her life ends and she makes the transition to whatever lies beyond.

On the other hand, some of you might have different things in mind. You look at her face and see the total helplessness she is experiencing. It is fascinating to watch her expressions change from moment to moment, instant to instant-- shame becomes anger which turns into disbelief and to utter despair and then absolute terror, and beneath it all, inescapable agony. You step close to her. You can smell her unwashed body. It is earthy smell and unexpectedly arousing. A sheen of sweat covers her naked flesh, her face, neck and upper chest are flushed. Flies buzz about her and she tries in vain to dislodge them. They foretell the swarms of them that will soon land on her once her struggle is over. But for now, her young body is still so appealing–her breasts soft and beautiful–they rise and fall with each labored breath, her belly firm and taunt ...and lower--between her lush thighs...what secrets await you there? So exposed... So alone...so utterly helpless... How could you resist not touching her–feeling the damp moistness of her flesh... Those breasts and nipples almost beg to be squeezed, pinched and twisted. She is already in agony...how could you resist adding even more pain to what she is already feeling. Could your hands resist stroking lower....between her thighs...feeling the erect nub of her clit...parting her moist, meaty lips...fingers brazenly exploring the wetness and the warmth of her body’s most secret places as she moans and cries out in shame at this fresh violation. Would that stop you? Time is short, the minutes are ticking by and so you do what you have to do under the circumstances. I expect that by the time you return to your day and time with a contented smile on you face, you might have already left her to die with a cunny full of fresh twenty-first century sperm oozing slowly out of her body to dribble out of her fuckhole and spatter on the ground below her feet ....
I confess I know which of the three options above I would have chosen. I truly wish I was a better, more decent, more noble a man, but, sorry to say, confronted with this alluring opportunity, I’m obviously not.

But now it is YOUR turn now. Now you are standing between the parted thighs of this beautiful dying wench. So, what would YOU do...?

I'm strongly drawn to option 2, the tug of compassion, the call of beauty and innocence, and less face it the frisson of ministering a little tlc for the suffering girl is a powerful force. But as others have said though the risk of drawing unwanted attention is high.

I'd like to think I would rise above option 3, but that closeness, the suffering helpless girl and her warm and inviting body may be too much for a mere time travelling male, who knows? You have to take the test before you can pass or fail. If I was truly standing there like the man in the picture, I could hardly help but have a feel, at the very least.

So I suspect option 4 is more likely. the missing option, where I stand in the crowd and watch every detail, every breath, every sinuous movement of her body as she struggles with her cross. This is it, the real thing, the true test and spectacle. Take no risk (except perhaps a few sneaky photos and some vid footage), drawn no attention. Drink in the sights, and sounds, and smells, and revel in fascinated horror at every minute of the ordeal. Then go home, back to my own time, safe, disease free, the experience seared into my minds eye. Go home, and fuck my wife's brains out!
 
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Monday, September 17, 2018–Day 256. Here’s one called "Daughter’s Farewell" from 2015. A young girl–condemned, already raped and beaten–is brought before her mother who is now slowly dying on a cross. Despite her anguish, the mother gets to see what has been done to her poor child who she sought to save. It only adds to her despair. The daughter, on the other hand, now gets to see the grim fate that awaits her. Time to say goodbye. My, aren’t family reunions fun?
 

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Monday, September 17, 2018–Day 256. Here’s one called "Daughter’s Farewell" from 2015. A young girl–condemned, already raped and beaten–is brought before her mother who is now slowly dying on a cross. Despite her anguish, the mother gets to see what has been done to her poor child who she sought to save. It only adds to her despair. The daughter, on the other hand, now gets to see the grim fate that awaits her. Time to say goodbye. My, aren’t family reunions fun?

Well Jas, you really took off the gloves with the unspeakable agony thing this time. No complaints from this one’s inner sadist today. :devil:
 

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[QUOTE="Jastrow, post: 405145, member: 6439"The daughter, on the other hand, now gets to see the grim fate that awaits her. [/QUOTE]

Which reminds me; do we get to see the grim fate that awaits her?

She’d look rather fetching up there. :devil-flip:
 

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She’d look rather fetching up there.
you're younger, you're fitter, you'll last longer and give us guys more quality time
to give you another round of our of our spunk when you're nailed and hung out to dry...
so, say goodbye to mummy - for you the fun's just beginning...
 
My top priority would be to avoid stepping a butterfly, altering the timeline, and returning to the dystopian hellscape that change has wrought.
And the ultimate disruption of the space-time continuum
you might have already left her to die with a cunny full of fresh twenty-first century sperm
And if somehow after your return, she is taken off the cross and survives to bear you a child. A conundrum that even a Time Lord (who?) would have trouble unraveling!
And the most frightening part, the part that would bring brave men to their knees! The part we just could not stand ----- Barb as a mother
 
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And the ultimate disruption of the space-time continuum

And if somehow after your return, she is taken off the cross and survives to bear you child. A conundrum that even a Time Lord (who?) would have trouble unraveling!
And the most frightening part, the part that would bring brave men to their knees! The part we just could not stand ----- Barb as a mother

Not sure if her response will be a :meparto: or a :spank:.

Hmmm.

Barb? Suggestions?
 
I was going to go on a Terminator-style "go back in time and sire the guy who sent you" riff, but this discussion has moved on.

Too bad. In the riff she was going to look like Sarah Connor.
 

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I was going to go on a Terminator-style "go back in time and sire the guy who sent you" riff, but this discussion has moved on.

Too bad. In the riff she was going to look like Sarah Connor.
Very nice clip. Is it pleasure, or is it pain? Or do we care?
 
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