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[petraherz]

Thank u for posting!

Have a new one, especially for Halloween!

It was a warm autumn day at evening, when Priscilla Brown looked through her windows to the yard in front of the car garage. She was waiting for her husband and the kids. They stayed in the town to buy some sweets and to go for a short swimming time in the swimming bath. They would be back in one or two hours. She became a little bit frighten, because it was twilight and it was a special evening: it was Halloween. Her house was the last in a small nice village and the neighbours were on holiday. She was teacher at a high school for science, specially physics. "I´ll go back to my work..." she thought, that was correcting some houseworks of her pupils. Time passed it was dark now. She get off alarmed by voices of laughing childs. She opened the housedoor and got frighten. A crowd of masked childs with torches in their hands were shouting: "Hey Miss Brown, trick or treat!" "Sorry my dears, I have no candy, my husband and my childs are in town and not back. Why should I give you sweets?" she answered a little bit frustrated. A young boy from the group of teenies about 16 to 18years stepped out with his torch and said in a strong tone: "Ms. Brown, you know, where we are! You gave us bad marks since you come to our class, give us sweets or we hate you forever!" Priscilla wanted to go indoors, but as she was turning she noticed, that 2 kid were standing behind here also with torches. "I said it, I have no candy my childs" she answered in panic. " Ok, then we will treaten you, Priscilla, not more Ms. Brown," the young and leader of the group shouted. The whole crowd was giving applause. "We can burn you therefore, look like this " he turned his torch against Priscilla and scorch her shirt. Priscilla felt the heat of the flame near her breasts and cried out: " Are you crazy at all?" Once they stood around her and she recognize, she had no chance. " ok, I ´ve treaten you sometimes in school, so what can i do now?" "Get undressed Priscilla, then w´ll see" another boy replied. Under laughter she undressed herself. "Ok, your panties and your bra also Ms. Brown" a girl was calling. And then it was calm. All where astonished from the small high and perfect body of Priscilla. And she? Now she felt good, standing there in front of the housedoor, naked, but giving a show for the pleasure of her class just reached puberty. "ok, my dears, you all have your candy! Go back and we forgot this moment for all times. i´ll never talk over that in school". Priscilla take a deep breath and hoped the group would leave. But her nipples stand in proud and some guys notice that, now becoming sexually aroused. "We´ll take her, nail her to the wall" one said. And the things went on rapidly. Priscilla was held by some of the gang, others surch for a stool, which was found in the kitchen. Priscilla had to stand on and strech her arms against the wooden doorframe. Some girls braught a basket with long nails and a hammer they found in the workroom of Priscillas husband downstairs. To chairs would placed near her and two young guys climbed on. With her young forces they drove two rosty nails through her wrists hurriedly and Priscilla scream in unbelievable pain and torture. The crowd clapped applause as her long bodys was fixed at the frame and Priscillas tears and some fresh blood ran down over her superb body. Others take her long legs and caress them up to her cunt. How beauty she was! But at all, the work must go on and they put her feets onto the pyramid shaped doorpanel, so that she had a little support under here bare feets. "Poor love, w´ve only two long nails, have we?" a strong girl grinned up to her. And yet it was difficult to hold Priscillas feets in place, as they pinned them to the door. The young teenies some without practise in nailing and specially a human being, hammered in wild efforts onto the top of the nails. Yeah, it was going. Slowly the nails were going deeper and at last found the wood behind the feets. Then it was hard to drove them into the door. Because Priscila was almost struggling against them. With a last blow one nail came through the door inside. It would be hard to remove it. After a quarter of an hour starring lustful to the beauty teacher nailed to the door, they turn on the doorlight and left Priscillas Bra there. Her pants hang over the door handle. Pretty to look on. A shock or a pervers onlook for her husband. "Dream on Priscilla and hope, we see you later..." her class was shouting. Then they put out their torches and vanished in the dark.

 

[petraherz]

Have a new one, especially for Easter 2015!


As she awaked from her unconsciousness the great pain came back. Nailed to a cross sitting on a small strip of wood leaving her underwear slowly she recognized the next torture waiting for her. The mob called for crowning her with this cruel crown of thorns speared on a lance in front of her. Her only hope: to die quickly in case of bleeding. She thought of her offence: to be a member of a sect glorifying crucifixion? The only thing she remembered was the strange lever of the pinball-machine in the nightclub that was in the end the starter from a time-machine. She arrived at a well-known Roman execution-place and was quickly identified as the wife of Barabbas. She had to go the way her husband didn´t. There were only some minutes between her arrive and the grabbing. She couldn´t realize that at all. There was no way back? She began to pray to God.

 

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Here´s a new one, for Easter time 2017!

Phoebia was the upper slave of Gaius Mascullus, a senator of Rome. Once again he had to visit the long Senate meetings, while enemies of Rome had entered the frontiers. There was a defense to be planned. His preference of Phoebia displeasure her colleague, Lydia, who was looking for an opportunity to sideline her superior. Since the house-dog Phoebus was devoted to Phoebia, and she liked to play with him often, this excited Lydias suspicion. In fact, this afternoon, she watched Phobia seem unnoticed with him and indeed, Phoebus licked and wanted to fuck her. She immediately informed Marcellus, Gajus son, who served in the Legion and Lydia was longing for him in secret. They catched Phoebia and her dog doing pleasure. Phoebia was dragged out by Marcellus hard men's hand. In the garden there was always a stake which was used for flogging. Lydia soon found a suitable wood, which could serve as a cross-beam for a cross. While Marcellus rammed his short sword into the ground, Lydia pulled out her upper colleague. It was easy since Phoebia had got a deafening headache from Marcellus. Once her clothes hung on the short sword , they rammed an iron bar as a seat in the edgy garden post. Then they pushed the motionless body of Lydia onto the transverse beam. There was no time to lose. From the garden shed Lydia brought 3 long iron nails and a hammer. She was helped by Marcellus. As the nails pierced her lower wrist, Phoebia woke up with agony and fidgeted wildly with the still remaining legs. She lifted her shapely butt, and at once phoebus jumped out and did what else he did when his playmate offered him. Lured by the shrieking of her colleague, the other twenty slaves appeared. A slave girl threw a braided ring of blackberry bushes into the grass. "It´s a crown for our mistress, it will do justice to her upper position!" Then they helped the splendid slender body to the stake, pushing up Lydia´s legs upwards. With the last long nail smashed through her both feet they left her in her fate. Gaius found his slave girl lifeless on the cross when he came back after two days. The seed of his dog stick at the girl's youthful thights, Phoebus himself lay motionless at the foot of the cross. Gajus knew what had happened. But order and regular consideration must be in a household. He made Lydia the successor. She mockingly smiled at Marcellus, who leaned against the door relaxed.

 

[petraherz]

After uploading the Picture is greedy , i don`t know why. Next Version with a shortened databasis.

 

[Madiosi]

Here´s a new one, for Easter time 2017!

Phoebia was the upper slave of Gaius Mascullus, a senator of Rome. Once again he had to visit the long Senate meetings, while enemies of Rome had entered the frontiers. There was a defense to be planned. His preference of Phoebia displeasure her colleague, Lydia, who was looking for an opportunity to sideline her superior. Since the house-dog Phoebus was devoted to Phoebia, and she liked to play with him often, this excited Lydias suspicion. In fact, this afternoon, she watched Phobia seem unnoticed with him and indeed, Phoebus licked and wanted to fuck her. She immediately informed Marcellus, Gajus son, who served in the Legion and Lydia was longing for him in secret. They catched Phoebia and her dog doing pleasure. Phoebia was dragged out by Marcellus hard men's hand. In the garden there was always a stake which was used for flogging. Lydia soon found a suitable wood, which could serve as a cross-beam for a cross. While Marcellus rammed his short sword into the ground, Lydia pulled out her upper colleague. It was easy since Phoebia had got a deafening headache from Marcellus. Once her clothes hung on the short sword , they rammed an iron bar as a seat in the edgy garden post. Then they pushed the motionless body of Lydia onto the transverse beam. There was no time to lose. From the garden shed Lydia brought 3 long iron nails and a hammer. She was helped by Marcellus. As the nails pierced her lower wrist, Phoebia woke up with agony and fidgeted wildly with the still remaining legs. She lifted her shapely butt, and at once phoebus jumped out and did what else he did when his playmate offered him. Lured by the shrieking of her colleague, the other twenty slaves appeared. A slave girl threw a braided ring of blackberry bushes into the grass. "It´s a crown for our mistress, it will do justice to her upper position!" Then they helped the splendid slender body to the stake, pushing up Lydia´s legs upwards. With the last long nail smashed through her both feet they left her in her fate. Gaius found his slave girl lifeless on the cross when he came back after two days. The seed of his dog stick at the girl's youthful thights, Phoebus himself lay motionless at the foot of the cross. Gajus knew what had happened. But order and regular consideration must be in a household. He made Lydia the successor. She mockingly smiled at Marcellus, who leaned against the door relaxed.

Short story with potential for a longer.

 

[petraherz]

Short story with potential for a longer.

Because the raising of a crucified woman body is still an arousing theme for men, i wrote a little longer story and did a sketch illustrating this fascinating part of crucifixion. enjoy!

Elena came to the Russian-Chinese border. With suspicion, she was visited by the customs officers. Lo and behold, there were 400g of drugs in her backpack. She did not know for sure how they got in there. The crucifix on her necklace fell out of her shirt and dangled over her bosom. "You know that smuggling is the death penalty here, Elena?" crowed the rudest of the two frontier policemen. "No, no, that was not me ... nnno!" Elena turned into white face with shock. "Well, then we'll see, sweetie ..." the officer laughed auspiciously and picked up the phone. "Yes, we´ll make short work .... yes, all frontiers should see ... no mercy," the official waved to his colleague and pointed to the crucifix asking Elena. "Do you believe in what you wear ...?" he asked with guile. "YYYYeeesss, but why?" Elena answered a bit confused. "Very well, then we will make an example, after you have been convicted on behalf of the district government of smuggling and the death sentence is to be enforced." Elena thought she was in the wrong movie. Fleeing was useless, mincing sideways everywhere. The colleague came back with a strong board that measured the span of outstretched arms. “Let's go outside, here´s no more to do”, he said. Then they grabbed Elena and dragged her more or less out of the neglected customs hut. Why did you just have to take this lonely transition, Elena? Adventure? Well, the thing here seemed to be going badly for her.
One of the officers pulled out a whip. "Take off your clothes, or you'll have to feel this thing here," he growled and drew a first swipe at the bottom of her chest, causing her shirt to shred and a faint, bloody streak on her skin. Elena yelped and did as she was commanded. Grinning, the two officials looked at the pretty, shy girl. "Lie down on the floor, arms outstretched on the board, that's good." Elena did as she was told before any idea rose in her. But already the first man kicked her in the elbow
that she cried out and could not move her arm. Then it went fast. From basket beneath the other one fumbled a nail and a hammer, with 3 blows Elena's first wrist was pierced and fixed to the board. She wanted to turn in her agony and push against it, but they grabbed her other arm, stretched it out and again with 3 blows a rusty nail pierced through the joint and hand in the splintered hare shed wood. Elena lost consciousness of pain. The officials were right. They knew that they were not allowed to assault her incidently, otherwise the same fate threatened them. So, the strong of the two threw the girl with her nailed board over his shoulder and went to the barrier. Elena woke up again as her thighs were spread over the barrier and hit the board at the top of the barrier. With every hammerblow that fixed the board to the barrier, she swayed with her back on the narrow pole, causing a new unbearable pain. The barrier was closed, she noticed, when she could easily open her eyes. But this pain! As if you saw off her hands, which was not much different. And now? She saw the strong official next to her again. He held out the necklace to her. "How nice, look down a great souvenir of you, girl," he blasphemed. "Now we want to complete the work but a crown we must miss out, that offends the district government, but your feet we still want to give some support before we open the barrier". Now the other man came and seized Elena's right foot. "Nice painted toenails, there will be added a little more color now". And with an endless cry Elena's body trembled. A powerful blow and something pointed, hot, penetrated her foot, quite boring as the long nail pierced her sole and sought the wood. Elena howled. The customs officer knocked off the nail, which was sitting lightly in the wood, and Elena lost consciousness again. "The little girl has splendid little legs" laughed the man and bent her thigh. He waited until Elena woke up again. "Well, do you see your foot and the magnificent nail through here? Well hit, haha." Elena choked it as she looked down over her bent leg at the pierced foot. Then the other officer took her still free leg off the ground. She lay completely on the slim barrier and tried not to slip. That's what the two soldiers wanted. When she lay stable, they crossed over Elena's soles and with force the executioner pounded the nail through the other foot into the barrier until it looked out on the other side of the barrier. That was good and like 10 strokes that brought Elena to the brink of hell. She was panting with a quivering chest, panting with pain, only hoping that she would die quickly. A “click” behind her indicated, however, that now something more powerful was done to her. The barrier was released and the weight block did its job. Elena was raised in the air, 3-4 meters in the sky. The barrier groaned as it repeatedly springs back against the stop point. Elena staggered as well at the top back and forth. What a sight! Now she could survey everything. After a while, trucks and cars came, people got out, showed up and laughed. They made handy photos and a camera team reported for the district government. Satisfied, the customs officers told their story. Elena's backpack was burned. No document was left. After an hour of incredible pain and cramping in the arms and thighs, the leg muscles failed. She slumped down and hung only by the wrists. No, she did not want any support under her butt, even if she had been offered it. She sensed the end must come. After an incredibly long 2 more hours, she gave up the ghost. They left the barrier off, then another school class came by. They made vivid sex lessons before getting a cement bucket. The nails were knocked out and Elena's body sank in this concrete-filled tub. After solidity, a truck drove a strange stone to the Great Chinese Wall. Just another building block for the renovation work ...

 

[ErikaVonHeim]

Because the raising of a crucified woman body is still an arousing theme for men, i wrote a little longer story and did a sketch illustrating this fascinating part of crucifixion. enjoy!
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Elena came to the Russian-Chinese border. With suspicion, she was visited by the customs officers. Lo and behold, there were 400g of drugs in her backpack. She did not know for sure how they got in there. The crucifix on her necklace fell out of her shirt and dangled over her bosom. "You know that smuggling is the death penalty here, Elena?" crowed the rudest of the two frontier policemen. "No, no, that was not me ... nnno!" Elena turned into white face with shock. "Well, then we'll see, sweetie ..." the officer laughed auspiciously and picked up the phone. "Yes, we´ll make short work .... yes, all frontiers should see ... no mercy," the official waved to his colleague and pointed to the crucifix asking Elena. "Do you believe in what you wear ...?" he asked with guile. "YYYYeeesss, but why?" Elena answered a bit confused. "Very well, then we will make an example, after you have been convicted on behalf of the district government of smuggling and the death sentence is to be enforced." Elena thought she was in the wrong movie. Fleeing was useless, mincing sideways everywhere. The colleague came back with a strong board that measured the span of outstretched arms. “Let's go outside, here´s no more to do”, he said. Then they grabbed Elena and dragged her more or less out of the neglected customs hut. Why did you just have to take this lonely transition, Elena? Adventure? Well, the thing here seemed to be going badly for her.
One of the officers pulled out a whip. "Take off your clothes, or you'll have to feel this thing here," he growled and drew a first swipe at the bottom of her chest, causing her shirt to shred and a faint, bloody streak on her skin. Elena yelped and did as she was commanded. Grinning, the two officials looked at the pretty, shy girl. "Lie down on the floor, arms outstretched on the board, that's good." Elena did as she was told before any idea rose in her. But already the first man kicked her in the elbow
that she cried out and could not move her arm. Then it went fast. From basket beneath the other one fumbled a nail and a hammer, with 3 blows Elena's first wrist was pierced and fixed to the board. She wanted to turn in her agony and push against it, but they grabbed her other arm, stretched it out and again with 3 blows a rusty nail pierced through the joint and hand in the splintered hare shed wood. Elena lost consciousness of pain. The officials were right. They knew that they were not allowed to assault her incidently, otherwise the same fate threatened them. So, the strong of the two threw the girl with her nailed board over his shoulder and went to the barrier. Elena woke up again as her thighs were spread over the barrier and hit the board at the top of the barrier. With every hammerblow that fixed the board to the barrier, she swayed with her back on the narrow pole, causing a new unbearable pain. The barrier was closed, she noticed, when she could easily open her eyes. But this pain! As if you saw off her hands, which was not much different. And now? She saw the strong official next to her again. He held out the necklace to her. "How nice, look down a great souvenir of you, girl," he blasphemed. "Now we want to complete the work but a crown we must miss out, that offends the district government, but your feet we still want to give some support before we open the barrier". Now the other man came and seized Elena's right foot. "Nice painted toenails, there will be added a little more color now". And with an endless cry Elena's body trembled. A powerful blow and something pointed, hot, penetrated her foot, quite boring as the long nail pierced her sole and sought the wood. Elena howled. The customs officer knocked off the nail, which was sitting lightly in the wood, and Elena lost consciousness again. "The little girl has splendid little legs" laughed the man and bent her thigh. He waited until Elena woke up again. "Well, do you see your foot and the magnificent nail through here? Well hit, haha." Elena choked it as she looked down over her bent leg at the pierced foot. Then the other officer took her still free leg off the ground. She lay completely on the slim barrier and tried not to slip. That's what the two soldiers wanted. When she lay stable, they crossed over Elena's soles and with force the executioner pounded the nail through the other foot into the barrier until it looked out on the other side of the barrier. That was good and like 10 strokes that brought Elena to the brink of hell. She was panting with a quivering chest, panting with pain, only hoping that she would die quickly. A “click” behind her indicated, however, that now something more powerful was done to her. The barrier was released and the weight block did its job. Elena was raised in the air, 3-4 meters in the sky. The barrier groaned as it repeatedly springs back against the stop point. Elena staggered as well at the top back and forth. What a sight! Now she could survey everything. After a while, trucks and cars came, people got out, showed up and laughed. They made handy photos and a camera team reported for the district government. Satisfied, the customs officers told their story. Elena's backpack was burned. No document was left. After an hour of incredible pain and cramping in the arms and thighs, the leg muscles failed. She slumped down and hung only by the wrists. No, she did not want any support under her butt, even if she had been offered it. She sensed the end must come. After an incredibly long 2 more hours, she gave up the ghost. They left the barrier off, then another school class came by. They made vivid sex lessons before getting a cement bucket. The nails were knocked out and Elena's body sank in this concrete-filled tub. After solidity, a truck drove a strange stone to the Great Chinese Wall. Just another building block for the renovation work ...

DO you not think that also some women find that arousing? I, for one, love dreaming of sadistic women (no males needed).