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Cruxpassion
Magistrate
Me too...several times
Ducans' recent thread Humiliating Moments inspired me to write this, though I just rediscovered a simply wonderful cornu poem posted recently by Barb. (Damn, it's sooooo good! Just what we expect from Barb.)
I've invested too much time in this work already to just toss it...and must move on. So here it is, warts and all....
The Cornu
From the time my cross was raised
And I was truly crucified
As I screamed and writhed in pain
The cornu solidly was there
Pressing hard against my back
Just above my grinding ass
Much like a cock it seems
Hard, rigid, made of wood
Fiendish in its simplicity
Reminding me, insistently:
Roxie, you can insert me up your ass
Or up your cunt will do just fine
I’m just here for your support
To help to ease your pain
As on the cross you hang
In relentless agony
So here I am…just let me in
Perhaps you’ll appreciate me then…
No! I won’t take you up my ass
And forget about my cunt!
Though crucified I am
I will preserve some dignity
Though the crowd is placing bets
On when I will take you in
So…entreat me all you can
Keep on poking at my back
You won’t penetrate this bitch!
I won’t do it! No! Goddamn!!!!
It was a man who put me here
Nailed naked to this cross
Exposed to the howling mob
Who scream and scream out loud
For you to fuck me deep and hard
But…I won’t give in to you or them
You’re a foul, disgusting thing
Placed just slightly out of reach
Do you expect of me to beg…
For your hard shaft inside of me
No! I’ll fight you all I can
I’ll push up and arch my body out
To relieve pain in tortured flesh
By constant repositioning
Twisting to the left and right
As I rub my skin to bloody raw
Flex one arm and then the next
When thighs fail to support
I’ll hang from my nailed wrists
‘Till skyward I return
No, no, no you foul prick!
I won’t insert your tip
Up my anus or my cunt
I’ll just hang all by myself
Endure this day and more
But I won’t debase myself
By sitting on your shaft
You ask too high a price
To ease any suffering
So keep your place just where you are
Ah, but this death is so bloody hard
My body demands of me relief
Though my mind says don’t give in
Save what little dignity you can
You’ll die all the sooner don’t you see
So…just endure the agony
Don’t seek his comforting…
I look down upon the crowd
And hear their babblings
She’ll take the cornu soon enough!
No, I won’t, I won’t, I won’t!
Quit staring up at naked me
I’ll not humiliate myself
By sitting on that horrid thing
Despite your clamoring
Though the pain is unrelenting
And ever so increasing
As I crave any small releasing
The cornu at my back reminds...
I haven’t left you Roxie, dear
Stretched between the cruel nails
I know it was put there just for me
To ease my suffering
If I only agree to let him in…
So, as fresh bolts of searing pain
Rage though my mind and frame
And as labored breathing becomes hard
Tortured woman that I am
I decide to let the bastard in…
So I push up and lower down
Position carefully…I feel your tip
Begin its solid penetration
But a thoughtful lover you are not
Your girth turns huge and I pull back
I know you’ll tear my flesh apart
If inserted too quickly up my ass
Or between swollen nether lips
Yet I know I can’t resist
My body demands I do it
The cornu is a patient thing
It has no mind, no reasoning
From its position on the cross
All women are just cunts
Waiting to be filled
So with a push and grunt
I rise above the fearsome shaft
Feel it positioned at my hole
And drop my weight upon the point
The pain explodes in me…….
The promises you made
Were not kept you foul prick!!!
You done nothing more for me
Than to increase my suffering
Yet I’m dependent on you now
I cannot but ride you endlessly
A cruel joke at my expense
I’ll last longer on the cross
As I fuck myself at ass and cunt
The cornu has made its point!
I've invested too much time in this work already to just toss it...and must move on. So here it is, warts and all....
The Cornu
From the time my cross was raised
And I was truly crucified
As I screamed and writhed in pain
The cornu solidly was there
Pressing hard against my back
Just above my grinding ass
Much like a cock it seems
Hard, rigid, made of wood
Fiendish in its simplicity
Reminding me, insistently:
Roxie, you can insert me up your ass
Or up your cunt will do just fine
I’m just here for your support
To help to ease your pain
As on the cross you hang
In relentless agony
So here I am…just let me in
Perhaps you’ll appreciate me then…
No! I won’t take you up my ass
And forget about my cunt!
Though crucified I am
I will preserve some dignity
Though the crowd is placing bets
On when I will take you in
So…entreat me all you can
Keep on poking at my back
You won’t penetrate this bitch!
I won’t do it! No! Goddamn!!!!
It was a man who put me here
Nailed naked to this cross
Exposed to the howling mob
Who scream and scream out loud
For you to fuck me deep and hard
But…I won’t give in to you or them
You’re a foul, disgusting thing
Placed just slightly out of reach
Do you expect of me to beg…
For your hard shaft inside of me
No! I’ll fight you all I can
I’ll push up and arch my body out
To relieve pain in tortured flesh
By constant repositioning
Twisting to the left and right
As I rub my skin to bloody raw
Flex one arm and then the next
When thighs fail to support
I’ll hang from my nailed wrists
‘Till skyward I return
No, no, no you foul prick!
I won’t insert your tip
Up my anus or my cunt
I’ll just hang all by myself
Endure this day and more
But I won’t debase myself
By sitting on your shaft
You ask too high a price
To ease any suffering
So keep your place just where you are
Ah, but this death is so bloody hard
My body demands of me relief
Though my mind says don’t give in
Save what little dignity you can
You’ll die all the sooner don’t you see
So…just endure the agony
Don’t seek his comforting…
I look down upon the crowd
And hear their babblings
She’ll take the cornu soon enough!
No, I won’t, I won’t, I won’t!
Quit staring up at naked me
I’ll not humiliate myself
By sitting on that horrid thing
Despite your clamoring
Though the pain is unrelenting
And ever so increasing
As I crave any small releasing
The cornu at my back reminds...
I haven’t left you Roxie, dear
Stretched between the cruel nails
I know it was put there just for me
To ease my suffering
If I only agree to let him in…
So, as fresh bolts of searing pain
Rage though my mind and frame
And as labored breathing becomes hard
Tortured woman that I am
I decide to let the bastard in…
So I push up and lower down
Position carefully…I feel your tip
Begin its solid penetration
But a thoughtful lover you are not
Your girth turns huge and I pull back
I know you’ll tear my flesh apart
If inserted too quickly up my ass
Or between swollen nether lips
Yet I know I can’t resist
My body demands I do it
The cornu is a patient thing
It has no mind, no reasoning
From its position on the cross
All women are just cunts
Waiting to be filled
So with a push and grunt
I rise above the fearsome shaft
Feel it positioned at my hole
And drop my weight upon the point
The pain explodes in me…….
The promises you made
Were not kept you foul prick!!!
You done nothing more for me
Than to increase my suffering
Yet I’m dependent on you now
I cannot but ride you endlessly
A cruel joke at my expense
I’ll last longer on the cross
As I fuck myself at ass and cunt
The cornu has made its point!
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Primus pilus
Magister Australis
The gritty perspective from the woman on her cross facing the choice of a little relief knowing the payment she must make in return. No man could ever, ever write this.Ducans' recent thread Humiliating Moments inspired me to write this, though I just rediscovered a simply wonderful cornu poem posted recently by Barb. (Damn, it's sooooo good! Just what we expect from Barb.)
I've invested too much time in this work already to just toss it...and must move on. So here it is, warts and all....
The Cornu
From the time my cross was raised
And I was truly crucified
As I screamed and writhed in pain
The cornu solidly was there
Pressing hard against my back
Just above my grinding ass
Much like a cock it seems
Hard, rigid, made of wood
Fiendish in its simplicity
Reminding me, insistently:
Roxie, you can insert me up your ass
Or up your cunt will do just fine
I’m just here for your support
To help to ease your pain
As on the cross you hang
In relentless agony
So here I am…just let me in
Perhaps you’ll appreciate me then…
No! I won’t take you up my ass
And forget about my cunt!
Though crucified I am
I will preserve some dignity
Though the crowd is placing bets
On when I will take you in
So…entreat me all you can
Keep on poking at my back
You won’t penetrate this bitch!
I won’t do it! No! Goddamn!!!!
It was a man who put me here
Nailed naked to this cross
Exposed to the howling mob
Who scream and scream out loud
For you to fuck me deep and hard
But…I won’t give in to you or them
You’re a foul, disgusting thing
Placed just slightly out of reach
Do you expect of me to beg…
For your hard shaft inside of me
No! I’ll fight you all I can
I’ll push up and arch my body out
To relieve pain in tortured flesh
By constant repositioning
Twisting to the left and right
As I rub my skin to bloody raw
Flex one arm and then the next
When thighs fail to support
I’ll hang from my nailed wrists
‘Till skyward I return
No, no, no you foul prick!
I won’t insert your tip
Up my anus or my cunt
I’ll just hang all by myself
Endure this day and more
But I won’t debase myself
By sitting on your shaft
You ask too high a price
To ease any suffering
So keep your place just where you are
Ah, but this death is so bloody hard
My body demands of me relief
Though my mind says don’t give in
Save what little dignity you can
You’ll die all the sooner don’t you see
So…just endure the agony
Don’t seek his comforting…
I look down upon the crowd
And hear their babblings
She’ll take the cornu soon enough!
No, I won’t, I won’t, I won’t!
Quit staring up at naked me
I’ll not humiliate myself
By sitting on that horrid thing
Despite your clamoring
Though the pain is unrelenting
And ever so increasing
As I crave any small releasing
The cornu at my back reminds...
I haven’t left you Roxie, dear
Stretched between the cruel nails
I know it was put there just for me
To ease my suffering
If I only agree to let him in…
So, as fresh bolts of searing pain
Rage though my mind and frame
And as labored breathing becomes hard
Tortured woman that I am
I decide to let the bastard in…
So I push up and lower down
Position carefully…I feel your tip
Begin its solid penetration
But a thoughtful lover you are not
Your girth turns huge and I pull back
I know you’ll tear my flesh apart
If inserted too quickly up my ass
Or between swollen nether lips
Yet I know I can’t resist
My body demands I do it
The cornu is a patient thing
It has no mind, no reasoning
From its position on the cross
All women are just cunts
Waiting to be filled
So with a push and grunt
I rise above the fearsome shaft
Feel it positioned at my hole
And drop my weight upon the point
The pain explodes in me…….
The promises you made
Were not kept you foul prick!!!
You done nothing more for me
Than to increase my suffering
Yet I’m dependent on you now
I cannot but ride you endlessly
A cruel joke at my expense
I’ll last longer on the cross
As I fuck myself at ass and cunt
The cornu has made its point!
Ducans' recent thread Humiliating Moments inspired me to write this, though I just rediscovered a simply wonderful cornu poem posted recently by Barb. (Damn, it's sooooo good! Just what we expect from Barb.)
I've invested too much time in this work already to just toss it...and must move on. So here it is, warts and all....
The Cornu
From the time my cross was raised
And I was truly crucified
As I screamed and writhed in pain
The cornu solidly was there
Pressing hard against my back
Just above my grinding ass
Much like a cock it seems
Hard, rigid, made of wood
Fiendish in its simplicity
Reminding me, insistently:
Roxie, you can insert me up your ass
Or up your cunt will do just fine
I’m just here for your support
To help to ease your pain
As on the cross you hang
In relentless agony
So here I am…just let me in
Perhaps you’ll appreciate me then…
No! I won’t take you up my ass
And forget about my cunt!
Though crucified I am
I will preserve some dignity
Though the crowd is placing bets
On when I will take you in
So…entreat me all you can
Keep on poking at my back
You won’t penetrate this bitch!
I won’t do it! No! Goddamn!!!!
It was a man who put me here
Nailed naked to this cross
Exposed to the howling mob
Who scream and scream out loud
For you to fuck me deep and hard
But…I won’t give in to you or them
You’re a foul, disgusting thing
Placed just slightly out of reach
Do you expect of me to beg…
For your hard shaft inside of me
No! I’ll fight you all I can
I’ll push up and arch my body out
To relieve pain in tortured flesh
By constant repositioning
Twisting to the left and right
As I rub my skin to bloody raw
Flex one arm and then the next
When thighs fail to support
I’ll hang from my nailed wrists
‘Till skyward I return
No, no, no you foul prick!
I won’t insert your tip
Up my anus or my cunt
I’ll just hang all by myself
Endure this day and more
But I won’t debase myself
By sitting on your shaft
You ask too high a price
To ease any suffering
So keep your place just where you are
Ah, but this death is so bloody hard
My body demands of me relief
Though my mind says don’t give in
Save what little dignity you can
You’ll die all the sooner don’t you see
So…just endure the agony
Don’t seek his comforting…
I look down upon the crowd
And hear their babblings
She’ll take the cornu soon enough!
No, I won’t, I won’t, I won’t!
Quit staring up at naked me
I’ll not humiliate myself
By sitting on that horrid thing
Despite your clamoring
Though the pain is unrelenting
And ever so increasing
As I crave any small releasing
The cornu at my back reminds...
I haven’t left you Roxie, dear
Stretched between the cruel nails
I know it was put there just for me
To ease my suffering
If I only agree to let him in…
So, as fresh bolts of searing pain
Rage though my mind and frame
And as labored breathing becomes hard
Tortured woman that I am
I decide to let the bastard in…
So I push up and lower down
Position carefully…I feel your tip
Begin its solid penetration
But a thoughtful lover you are not
Your girth turns huge and I pull back
I know you’ll tear my flesh apart
If inserted too quickly up my ass
Or between swollen nether lips
Yet I know I can’t resist
My body demands I do it
The cornu is a patient thing
It has no mind, no reasoning
From its position on the cross
All women are just cunts
Waiting to be filled
So with a push and grunt
I rise above the fearsome shaft
Feel it positioned at my hole
And drop my weight upon the point
The pain explodes in me…….
The promises you made
Were not kept you foul prick!!!
You done nothing more for me
Than to increase my suffering
Yet I’m dependent on you now
I cannot but ride you endlessly
A cruel joke at my expense
I’ll last longer on the cross
As I fuck myself at ass and cunt
The cornu has made its point!
Ah, Roxie.....sooner or later you have no choice but to give in.
Wonderful, wonderful description of that agonizing choice!
danielle926
Executioner
how intense......
Ducans' recent thread Humiliating Moments inspired me to write this, though I just rediscovered a simply wonderful cornu poem posted recently by Barb. (Damn, it's sooooo good! Just what we expect from Barb.)
I've invested too much time in this work already to just toss it...and must move on. So here it is, warts and all....
The Cornu
From the time my cross was raised
And I was truly crucified
As I screamed and writhed in pain
The cornu solidly was there
Pressing hard against my back
Just above my grinding ass
Much like a cock it seems
Hard, rigid, made of wood
Fiendish in its simplicity
Reminding me, insistently:
Roxie, you can insert me up your ass
Or up your cunt will do just fine
I’m just here for your support
To help to ease your pain
As on the cross you hang
In relentless agony
So here I am…just let me in
Perhaps you’ll appreciate me then…
No! I won’t take you up my ass
And forget about my cunt!
Though crucified I am
I will preserve some dignity
Though the crowd is placing bets
On when I will take you in
So…entreat me all you can
Keep on poking at my back
You won’t penetrate this bitch!
I won’t do it! No! Goddamn!!!!
It was a man who put me here
Nailed naked to this cross
Exposed to the howling mob
Who scream and scream out loud
For you to fuck me deep and hard
But…I won’t give in to you or them
You’re a foul, disgusting thing
Placed just slightly out of reach
Do you expect of me to beg…
For your hard shaft inside of me
No! I’ll fight you all I can
I’ll push up and arch my body out
To relieve pain in tortured flesh
By constant repositioning
Twisting to the left and right
As I rub my skin to bloody raw
Flex one arm and then the next
When thighs fail to support
I’ll hang from my nailed wrists
‘Till skyward I return
No, no, no you foul prick!
I won’t insert your tip
Up my anus or my cunt
I’ll just hang all by myself
Endure this day and more
But I won’t debase myself
By sitting on your shaft
You ask too high a price
To ease any suffering
So keep your place just where you are
Ah, but this death is so bloody hard
My body demands of me relief
Though my mind says don’t give in
Save what little dignity you can
You’ll die all the sooner don’t you see
So…just endure the agony
Don’t seek his comforting…
I look down upon the crowd
And hear their babblings
She’ll take the cornu soon enough!
No, I won’t, I won’t, I won’t!
Quit staring up at naked me
I’ll not humiliate myself
By sitting on that horrid thing
Despite your clamoring
Though the pain is unrelenting
And ever so increasing
As I crave any small releasing
The cornu at my back reminds...
I haven’t left you Roxie, dear
Stretched between the cruel nails
I know it was put there just for me
To ease my suffering
If I only agree to let him in…
So, as fresh bolts of searing pain
Rage though my mind and frame
And as labored breathing becomes hard
Tortured woman that I am
I decide to let the bastard in…
So I push up and lower down
Position carefully…I feel your tip
Begin its solid penetration
But a thoughtful lover you are not
Your girth turns huge and I pull back
I know you’ll tear my flesh apart
If inserted too quickly up my ass
Or between swollen nether lips
Yet I know I can’t resist
My body demands I do it
The cornu is a patient thing
It has no mind, no reasoning
From its position on the cross
All women are just cunts
Waiting to be filled
So with a push and grunt
I rise above the fearsome shaft
Feel it positioned at my hole
And drop my weight upon the point
The pain explodes in me…….
The promises you made
Were not kept you foul prick!!!
You done nothing more for me
Than to increase my suffering
Yet I’m dependent on you now
I cannot but ride you endlessly
A cruel joke at my expense
I’ll last longer on the cross
As I fuck myself at ass and cunt
The cornu has made its point!
Always room for another cornu poem here, especially one that is as "penetratingly gripping" as this one by Roxie. Wonderful writing Rox!!!!
I am glad you decided not to toss it aside!!! Beautifully written!
Tree
Tree
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Ducans' recent thread Humiliating Moments inspired me to write this, though I just rediscovered a simply wonderful cornu poem posted recently by Barb. (Damn, it's sooooo good! Just what we expect from Barb.)
I've invested too much time in this work already to just toss it...and must move on. So here it is, warts and all....
The Cornu
From the time my cross was raised
And I was truly crucified
As I screamed and writhed in pain
The cornu solidly was there
Pressing hard against my back
Just above my grinding ass
Much like a cock it seems
Hard, rigid, made of wood
Fiendish in its simplicity
Reminding me, insistently:
Roxie, you can insert me up your ass
Or up your cunt will do just fine
I’m just here for your support
To help to ease your pain
As on the cross you hang
In relentless agony
So here I am…just let me in
Perhaps you’ll appreciate me then…
No! I won’t take you up my ass
And forget about my cunt!
Though crucified I am
I will preserve some dignity
Though the crowd is placing bets
On when I will take you in
So…entreat me all you can
Keep on poking at my back
You won’t penetrate this bitch!
I won’t do it! No! Goddamn!!!!
It was a man who put me here
Nailed naked to this cross
Exposed to the howling mob
Who scream and scream out loud
For you to fuck me deep and hard
But…I won’t give in to you or them
You’re a foul, disgusting thing
Placed just slightly out of reach
Do you expect of me to beg…
For your hard shaft inside of me
No! I’ll fight you all I can
I’ll push up and arch my body out
To relieve pain in tortured flesh
By constant repositioning
Twisting to the left and right
As I rub my skin to bloody raw
Flex one arm and then the next
When thighs fail to support
I’ll hang from my nailed wrists
‘Till skyward I return
No, no, no you foul prick!
I won’t insert your tip
Up my anus or my cunt
I’ll just hang all by myself
Endure this day and more
But I won’t debase myself
By sitting on your shaft
You ask too high a price
To ease any suffering
So keep your place just where you are
Ah, but this death is so bloody hard
My body demands of me relief
Though my mind says don’t give in
Save what little dignity you can
You’ll die all the sooner don’t you see
So…just endure the agony
Don’t seek his comforting…
I look down upon the crowd
And hear their babblings
She’ll take the cornu soon enough!
No, I won’t, I won’t, I won’t!
Quit staring up at naked me
I’ll not humiliate myself
By sitting on that horrid thing
Despite your clamoring
Though the pain is unrelenting
And ever so increasing
As I crave any small releasing
The cornu at my back reminds...
I haven’t left you Roxie, dear
Stretched between the cruel nails
I know it was put there just for me
To ease my suffering
If I only agree to let him in…
So, as fresh bolts of searing pain
Rage though my mind and frame
And as labored breathing becomes hard
Tortured woman that I am
I decide to let the bastard in…
So I push up and lower down
Position carefully…I feel your tip
Begin its solid penetration
But a thoughtful lover you are not
Your girth turns huge and I pull back
I know you’ll tear my flesh apart
If inserted too quickly up my ass
Or between swollen nether lips
Yet I know I can’t resist
My body demands I do it
The cornu is a patient thing
It has no mind, no reasoning
From its position on the cross
All women are just cunts
Waiting to be filled
So with a push and grunt
I rise above the fearsome shaft
Feel it positioned at my hole
And drop my weight upon the point
The pain explodes in me…….
The promises you made
Were not kept you foul prick!!!
You done nothing more for me
Than to increase my suffering
Yet I’m dependent on you now
I cannot but ride you endlessly
A cruel joke at my expense
I’ll last longer on the cross
As I fuck myself at ass and cunt
The cornu has made its point!
To Me that is the best part of being crucified
at least a girl can bring herself to orgasm over
and over the take her mind away from the agony
she is in. one day some bright Gentleman will
come up with the idea of a vibrating one, then
all us girls will be standing in line for a ride
on the cross , i could be the one who tests it
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
What do they usually call that level of testing? Pp thinks it is usually referred to as "testing to failure".
The challenge isn't to come up with a design. THAT is the easy part. The challenge is to design one that will outlast Dorothy Brown's crux dance!
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Oh you are cheeky, i will have you know
i am a respectable married woman,and
stop laughing. so when does the testing
start,i`m free until three oclock
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Great work Roxie, really good! The dialogue, the cornu as a character, the situation presented in an amusing yet quite detailed way. So descriptive, so real. Wonderful.
And that is the essence(and attraction) of Crucifixion, Wragg
Yes, the cross and cornu are meant to be a test. When Dorothy is involved, it is they that are tested! Now where to get that industrial strength model?
And that is the essence(and attraction) of Crucifixion, Wragg
Yes, the cross and cornu are meant to be a test. When Dorothy is involved, it is they that are tested! Now where to get that industrial strength model?
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
When you put Cornu into Google it does`nt come up with
a cornu for a cross,everything else but that. i was looking
for a thicker one that will make my eyes water,but never mind
something might turn up , Thank You For Liking My Picture
Alterations
a cornu for a cross,everything else but that. i was looking
for a thicker one that will make my eyes water,but never mind
something might turn up , Thank You For Liking My Picture
Alterations
Celticvirgin
Tribune
OMG did they really do that?
Secret Keeper
Executioner
Yes,they did. Think about it.
Secret Keeper
Executioner
Well done! I see the rough edges. Don't worry about them at all. This is excellent.
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Don`t Knock It Celtic Virgin , when you are hanging
from a cross in agony, you need a bit of pleasure
Celticvirgin
Tribune
LOL, I guess, inventive lads eh.