Sensuous, erotic responses to pictures

[Eulalia]

Quite a lot of my writing here consists of posts responding to pictures -
sensuous, erotic responses in quite carefully thought-out,
even 'poetic' language, and they earn quite a lot of 'likes',
but they tend to be ephemeral -
and of course others contribute such responses too,
so I'm opening this thread where we can post copies of ones
(along with the pics we're responding to)
that we feel quite pleased with ourselves,
and others have 'liked' and commented on favourably.

For a start, my comment on one of my favourite Bartnel images:



My last shred of covering stripped away

I feel I'm there, frightened, lip trembling, eyes holding back tears,
yet there's a strange sense of trust, of resigning myself into the hands of the Exectuioners,
who are firm but not brutal with me,
I hear his soft word assuring me,
so long as I behave myself and don't struggle,
they'll just do what has to be done ....
I can feel that blood-streaked cloth of my slave-tunic brushing my breasts
as my last bit of covering is lifted off me,
I can feel the warm desert wind on my whip-sore bare body,
I hear the excited croaking of crows, see vultures wheeling high,
I tremble ...
I smell the odour of excited men, my own sex-scent too,
mingled with the aroma of my fear ...

And one by Sharkman, prompted by mine
and responding to this picture
(artist? Apostate has suggested Skating Jesus,
quite likely, but we're not sure)



Seeing you like this ...
Making my heart cramp ...
The nails are bloody and huge...
You groan, you wail ...
They mock you, they laugh ...
So much pain, no cover ...
A crown on your head ...
Blood seeping down ...
Tears, salivary, blood ...
Your back and then turned around ...
I see their greedy, soulless faces ...
Their mess running down your thighs ...
Sweat, you quiver, helpless ...

 

[Madiosi]

A title for the poem would be useful.

 

[Apostate]

A title for the poem would be useful.

Sunday Afternoon in the Park?

 

[bobinder]

(artist? Apostate has suggested Skating Jesus,
quite likely, but we're not sure)

Definitely @SkatingJesus (Kate on Crux Mountain) you can see where his signature has been deleted from the lower left corner.

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Nice thread concept, Eul.

 

[Loxuru]

so I'm opening this thread where we can post copies of ones
(along with the pics we're responding to)
that we feel quite pleased with ourselves,

It will be difficult to equal your level of poetry in your comments, Eul!

 

[Eulalia]

Chinese Punishment



Each night the girls who've earned the highest number of Punishment Points
are told we must report to the Punishment Yard at dawn.
The Punishment Yard! We've seen it on our way out to labour in the fields,
at the far corner of the Re-education Camp, a bleak, high concrete wall with a heavy iron gate.
And we've heard the shrieks and cries, like demented seagulls.
And we've seen the bleeding bottoms of the girls who've been punished ...
and today it's my turn ...
Just me and Mi Ling.

We wait outside the iron gate, shivering in the cold light of dawn,
not daring to speak. The wait seems endless, at last a key turns in the lock,
our bodies stiffen. We walk in, heads bowed.
All I see are posts, and a bin holding several thick bamboo canes.

"脱衣服！Tuō yīfú!"

We quickly strip off our light prison tunics that hardly cover our behinds,
the coarse g-strings, cheap sandals. Don't try to hide ourselves,
no use worrying about modesty. He's looking at us,
our bodies, up and down.

"手腕！Shǒuwàn!"

We hold out our wrists, still not daring to look him in the eye.
Rough ropes are tied tight. He nods at Mi Ling.

"你先！Nǐ xiān!"

Ling steps forward she's sniffing, trying not to cry.
Her bound wrists are tied to the nearest post,
quite low, so she has to bend.

I don't want to watch, but I know I must.
Stand firm, legs wide, my bound wrists behind my head,
the way we girls have to stand for Inspection.
My breasts are quivering, sweating with terror.

The savagery is shocking, the brute swipes the youngster,
barely half his height and a quarter of his weight,
as if he's intending to butcher her.

He doesn't hurry, pausing between blows,
while the girl squirms and struggles,
knowing she must keep up on her feet,
squealing at every slash of the cane,
howling as the pain fills here shaking trunk,
lapsing into sobbing while he fetches a fresh cane,
makes sure she's lined up for the next stroke...

Twenty Punishment Points is Mi Ling's tariff -
I know I've got twenty-four.
I watch her skin redden, deep crimson stripes,
spreading black bruises, cover her whole pert buttocks,
my loins quiver, anticipating how it will feel ...

At last, poor Mi Ling's Punishment is ended,
he flicks loose the knotted rope from her wrist,
grabs her and swings her round, flings her across the floor,
she lies, shaking, sobbing

a pattern of spots of blood spatters the floor
like little crimson flowers. Needing no orders
I step across them in my bare feet,
turn to the post and hold out my wrists,
ready to be tied ...

I grip the post, I feel his hand as he steadies my hips,
preparing his target ...

the whoosh of the cane ...

 

[Eulalia]

A title for the poem would be useful.

I hadn't thought of that- you're thinking to put them in Cruxers' Digest?
For my first one, My last shred of covering stripped away
I've edited that in.
To be honest, I hadn't even thought of my posts like that as 'poems',
but I think now you say that, they are poems in the sense
that I try to think of the best words, and give some sensitivity
to the rhythm, and to the layout on the 'page'.

 

[fat slave girl]

What degrading torture is this fat bitch being strung up for? A whipping? A gang rape by that naked bastard and a dozen of his well hung friends? A branding? Maybe all of the above!

I find photos like this, where the possibilities are limited only by my filthy imagination, a massive fucking turn on!

 

[Sharkman]

Inspired by this ... http://promo.aganmedon.com/images/2017/10_03onthecross01/poster.jpg

She is led out the building - a awesome courthouse.
She is carrying a wooden beam - coarse, heavy.
She is looking down - in shame, despair, the heavy weight.
She is nude - a desiring female body.
She is lethargic - what they have done with her?
She is surrounded by guards - muscular, well-built.
She is beaten, driven forward - with long leather belts.
She is heading through the streets - offenses, spitting, harassment.
She is entering the square - a wide platform with a low column.
She is pulled up the stairs - ogled by a crowd of people.
She is ...

 

[piraland]

I love attachment .
I love you and you love me, I really want you and you really want me! But we can never come closer to each other, touch, caress, we are each nailed to our cross, crucified naked and we will both die in infinite suffering.
I ejaculate for you and you enjoy for me!
Last orgasm before saying goodbye and die!
It's love to death!

 

[Eulalia]

The Rack, and how to torture a girl on it


I've only just discovered this - very good advice to a Torturer's apprentice:

You need to learn how to torture a girl ...

Be careful using the rack ...
we don't want to pull the girl apart.
Not yet.
Yes! That should be the principle with all girl-torture,
there's no need to break us or cause serious injury
(not until it's time to torture us slowly to death),

Just taut and then a little pain.
And suddenly releasing the tension then, just as suddenly
pulling tight, adds to the agony.

The idea is to make her body available
Exactly! However we're restrained, bondaged, or bound on the Rack,
our torture begins with our dreadful sense of being naked
and unable to protect our most sensitive parts -
anticipation of pain is nine-tenths of good torture ...

Especially her boobs.
They always need to be whipped.
Aim for her nipples.
Yes, 'nipple-kissing opens the hole' -
a bar or block under her shoulders
lifts a girl's breasts and increases the strain and pain
in that part of her body


Then do her whole front
from her thighs to her armpits.
our stretched, strained flanks
will be acutely sensitive, no need for great violence,


If you don't get a good response,
use a heavier whip.
or try other tortures - squeezing with pincers,
tearing with hooks, burning -
a light pinch with pliers, a cigarette stub, will set us screeching!

The Rack is not good for fucking ...
That depends on the Rack - some stretch a girl
with her legs wide apart



Go ahead and show me what you can do with Angelina.
If you do a good job,
I'll let you fuck her on the rape frame.
And we girls know all too well,
that will be our keen young trainee-torturers reward!

 

[piraland]

The Rack, and how to torture a girl on it

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I've only just discovered this - very good advice to a Torturer's apprentice:

You need to learn how to torture a girl ...

Be careful using the rack ...
we don't want to pull the girl apart.
Not yet.
Yes! That should be the principle with all girl-torture,
there's no need to break us or cause serious injury
(not until it's time to torture us slowly to death),

Just taut and then a little pain.
And suddenly releasing the tension then, just as suddenly
pulling tight, adds to the agony.

The idea is to make her body available
Exactly! However we're restrained, bondaged, or bound on the Rack,
our torture begins with our dreadful sense of being naked
and unable to protect our most sensitive parts -
anticipation of pain is nine-tenths of good torture ...

Especially her boobs.
They always need to be whipped.
Aim for her nipples.
Yes, 'nipple-kissing opens the hole' -
a bar or block under her shoulders
lifts a girl's breasts and increases the strain and pain
in that part of her body
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Then do her whole front
from her thighs to her armpits.
our stretched, strained flanks
will be acutely sensitive, no need for great violence,
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If you don't get a good response,
use a heavier whip.
or try other tortures - squeezing with pincers,
tearing with hooks, burning -
a light pinch with pliers, a cigarette stub, will set us screeching!

The Rack is not good for fucking ...
That depends on the Rack - some stretch a girl
with her legs wide apart

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Go ahead and show me what you can do with Angelina.
If you do a good job,
I'll let you fuck her on the rape frame.
And we girls know all too well,
that will be our keen young trainee-torturers reward!

Small machine that could very well combine with the rack:

"the pear of anxiety"

When the woman has her legs well apart, introduce him into the vagina or anus this small device and open it up!
It is also possible, after introducing this device into one of its orifices, to violate it on the other side!

 

[Kav]

Some great pics here

 

[Migoz2]

Chinese Punishment
the whoosh of the cane ...

The (almost) unspoken eroticism of this poem is delicious. You really do write well, Eulalia.

 

[Sharkman]

http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/attachments/sivillaflog0_scorpio-jpg.656188/

A fatal vision.

Oh, my god, yes.
I cannot believe it.
It's you. A noble woman.
Just a thin dirty gown.
They had pushed you in.
Mocked you. Groped you.
Bent forward.
Tied to the low column.
A guard steps behind you.
Pressing him to your back.
Mauling your breasts.
Brute ruthless yanks.
Your gown ripped off.
Exposed. Bare. Naked.
Laughing. Whistling.
His crotch rubbing.
Hands all over your skin.
Bruising your breasts.
Miming your lover.
You stay there apathetic.
Let him own your body.
Orders. He steps away.
Takes the whip ... NO!
The scourge.
Three heavy thongs.
Barbaric rattling noises.
'39 ... START!'
Murmurs. Mumbling.
A men's punishment.