Snapshots From My Timetravels

[Cella]

Haven't posted anything in a while

Another sketch without a real story.
Maybe more betrayal or just a bored executioner having some fun.

Poor Gerda!

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Haven't posted anything in a while

Another sketch without a real story.
Maybe more betrayal or just a bored executioner having some fun.

Poor Gerda!

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Got a story for this pic. Probably is too long, but I get carried away when I write.

Rufus Figures It Out

Part 1

When you really, really, really want to fuck a girl, you'll find a way.

Poor Rufus. He was part of an execution detail but as the most junior member he had little or no opportunity to fuck condemned women before their crucifixions. He was considered by the other team members to be a bit of a dolt—not at all too bright—so he was never given anything other than menial tasks to perform. He could fetch and carry, but that was about it. When an extra hand was needed to raise a cross up, he could always add a push or pull on a rope too. And occasionally he would help hold a squirming victim down or pull on an arm or a leg as directed, but only under the supervision of one of the more experienced men.

Crucifixion details are composed of men expert in their craft. Any condemned person awaiting crucifixion is to be considered dangerous and must be properly restrained and controlled at all times. They’re going to be crucified—nothing can be worse than that—so what do they have to lose trying to injure or kill anyone representing the Roman authority. A dolt like Rufus could never be given any important responsibilities. It might endanger the rest of the detail.

In fact, it was just last week that Rufus was knocked unconscious when a condemned woman—the 19-year old daughter of a notorious brigand—attacked him while being marched to her crucifixion. Despite her youth, pretty face, and slender build, she was a tough, dangerous bitch responsible for many Roman deaths. While bearing the heavy crossbeam across her shoulders she must have noticed that Rufus wasn’t focused on his duties but was instead staring at her naked body. He was assigned the duty of holding the free end of a rope tied around her waist. The executioner in charge thought Rufus was capable enough to tug on the rope to keep her on the road or encourage her to walk faster when she slowed or hesitated. The length of the rope kept him safely away from her. The young woman knew that very soon she’d be hanging on a cross. Why not fuck with this doltish-looking Roman? She might get lucky and find a way to kill him.

A few times she strayed a bit to the edge of the road just to see if he would take notice. He didn’t. It was a hot, muggy morning and Rufus was indeed mesmerized by the young woman’s naked, swaying ass and bouncy tits as they marched along with a four-man security detail of auxiliaries behind and the other three members of the crucifixion detail walking ahead. If she saw a chance, she’d take it.

When the girl saw the other executioners stepping off the road to a flat plot of ground, she knew this is where she was to be crucified. A cross upright was already on the ground, waiting for her. If she was going to do anything it had to be now. In the next few minutes she’ll be thrown to the ground, on her back, helpless, as she’s raped and nailed to her cross. She took her chance when Rufus was looking away from her.

Presented with the opportunity to kill another Roman, the condemned girl suddenly swung the end of the heavy crossbeam around and hit Rufus in the back of his head. He went face down in the dirt of the road—knocked unconscious. The other executioners and the auxiliaries quickly took control of the situation and dragged the now maniacally laughing girl off the road and crucified her. It was several days before Rufus’s headaches and double vison cleared up.

Rufus also been more than once kicked in the testicles by being incautious around legs not yet restrained by nailed feet. He’s been shit on and pissed on far too many times. He just doesn’t seem to learn. He’s clumsy and can be counted on to trip over his own two feet as often as tripping over crosses lying on the ground—some with and some without the condemned on them. As for hammering nails, he’s just inept. It takes skill to ensure the huge square-cut nails are placed precisely when a person is crucified. And it takes a lot of work pounding them through the heavy wood. After Rufus fucked up a crucifixion with a terrible nailing job, breaking multiple bones in the wrists and feet of the condemned woman, it was decided he would only do the most menial of tasks. Such as digging holes.

About all Rufus is consistently good at is digging holes. Holes in which the bottom end of a cross is dropped so to raise it up and complete the crucifixion of the person nailed to it. Then filling dirt and rocks around the base of the cross and tamping it down so the cross remains securely upright. Rufus is as good at filling in holes as digging them.

 

[Cella]

Part 2

So, it is on this day, when another young woman is being crucified, that Rufus is digging the hole for the cross while the other executioners are taking turns raping the condemned woman. He knows they won’t give him a go at her, and Rufus really wants to fuck this girl. She’s a slave, from some province or another, who’s been condemned to the cross for attacking her domina. She’s also fucking beautiful, with a slender figure and perfect breasts, and nearly the same age as the brigand’s daughter crucified last week.

With the team’s usual efficiency, the slave girl is quickly crucified, with Rufus assisting in the raising of the cross. As she hangs screaming and writhing in agony, the team gathers up its equipment to return to the city. But a problem has arisen. Only two auxiliaries are available for security, and they tell the executioner in charge that they have orders to return to their barracks after the crucifixion is completed. They have another escort mission and won’t be available to return and guard the crucified girl until nearly nightfall. The executioners must pick one of their own to remain until then. Rufus is quickly chosen. None of the others want to remain. They all have their favorite whores and cheap wine waiting for them in town. Watching a girl die on a cross, no matter how perfect her tits and winsome she is, is just too boring.

They leave Rufus a stool, a blanket, a goatskin of posca for himself, some food, and another goatskin of water for the crucified girl. They instruct Rufus to water her regularly. Give her just enough water, he’s instructed, to keep her alert and pissing. Her former domina has insisted that she suffer for as long as possible.

Rufus sits on the stool looking up at the crucified girl. She’s only just been crucified so she’s still struggling quite a lot on the cross. She’s frantic, groaning loudly, as her eyes dart this way and that, now looking up along her arms to her nailed wrists, then down between her breasts to her nailed feet. She’s getting agonizingly acquainted to her elevated position on the cross; how she sees the world as a naked, crucified woman.

Rufus knows she’ll soon tire out. Her movements will be fewer as she settles down for endless hours of agony as her muscles weaken and cramp. Right now, though, with her young, slender body stretched out on the cross, skin glistening with sweat, she appears so beautiful, so fucking desirable. A minimum of blood trickles down the undersides of her arms from her nailed wrists and down between the toes of her nailed feet. The executioner did his usual good job. She won’t die for a long time.

His eyes travel up to her breasts. So perfect they are! Lovely, soft, mounds, pulled high on her heaving chest, with round, brown areolas and pert nipples. They tremble and jiggle so seductively as she moves her body on the cross. He looks down toward her crotch. Her legs are kept fairly close together by the manner in which her feet are nailed, one over the other, so her pussy is not as obscenely displayed as it often is with crucified women.

She has a little seat—a sedile, just a block of wood—nailed to the upright at the level of her ass that she can sit on. But it’s narrow and take some effort to remain in position on it, although it does take some stress off her arms and shoulders. The seat and the manner of her nailing are both done to help her stay alert and alive for as long as possible, in accordance with her domina’s wishes.

Rufus hears a tortured squeal from the girl. She’s slipped off the sedile and now hangs fully from her arms. Immediately she tenses her slender thigh muscles trying to balance the weight of her body between pulling on the nails through her wrists and pushing up on the nails through her feet. The horrific agony of crucifixion is etched into the delicate features of her face. She breathes in short, quick gasps between clenched jaws, groaning and cursing when the pain surges through her.

The girl looks at Rufus looking up at her. He’s standing now. She can see he has an erection. He’s taken it out. It's long, thick and veiny.

“Wha, what do you plan to do with that, Roman. You’re too late. I’ve already been fucked.”

Rufus advances toward her. He wants to fuck this bitch so much. He didn’t get his chance earlier, but now he’s all alone with her. He’ll fuck her hanging on the cross. That’s what he’ll do.

He gets closer. WIth her feet nailed one on top of the other, and each leg bent a bit differently and fairly close together, he can’t seem to get his cock into her cunt. He’s fucked women standing before, but that’s up against a wall with their legs spread a bit. This is different. She can’t spread her legs apart, even a little. He tries to get between her thighs but all it does is make her scream with fresh agony as he tries to pry them apart. He tries to figure out an angle, but with her position off the ground and her legs bent as they are, he just can’t figure out a way to get his cock inside her. He can get it part way in, far enough so that the head of his cock has slid into her, but that’s not satisfactory. He wants to get all the way in. The entire length of his shaft. Nothing else will give him the satisfaction he craves. But how?

Rufus really wants to fuck this girl. He can’t really get between her legs to fuck her from the front. She mocks his attempts even as she hangs on her cross. Laughing as Rufus tries to get his cock past the entrance to her vagina. No doubt enduring horrific surges of agony as she’s forced to move more than necessary.

Through teeth clenched against the agony exploding in her wrists and feet, she taunts poor Rufus. “What’s the matter Roman? Can’t get it up enough? Cock a little too short?”

Rufus doesn’t want to just blow his load at the entrance to her vagina. He wants to get his cock all the way into her and give the bitch a real fucking. Since he can’t get himself between her legs he’s frustrated. There’s got to be a way, he thinks to himself. He steps away from her, his cock still erect. He may have to satisfy himself the best he can from the front. Or jerk off. Then the girl groans loudly as she shifts her hips to one side of the cross upright, then the other as she tries to relieve some of the painful cramping in her shoulder and arm muscles. Rufus steps behind her and sees the obvious answer to his dilemma.

From the back, when her ass is shifted to one side, her asshole and pussy are easily accessible!

Rufus wastes no time. He’s still rock hard as he and pushes his cock into her pussy from behind. Her pussy is tight, hot and wet. With a couple of pushes he’s fully inserted. The girl groans and shouts curses at him as he pounds away the best he can from his standing position. He keeps his hands on her hips so she can’t twist her ass away from him. As he fucks her, her curses stop and she begins to groan, almost as though she’s getting pleasure out of being fucked while hanging on a cross. In and out, in and out, Rufus goes faster and faster, deeper and deeper until he blows his load deep inside her. Just as he does, the girl’s whole body seems to shudder then stiffen as she manages to orgasm too! Amazing! Rufus pulls out of her and walks around to the front of the cross as his erection softens.

The girl hangs as though dead, her head down. Her arms are stretched taut, her shoulder muscles bunched. Blood trickles down the undersides of her arms from the nail wounds in her wrists. Sweat pours off her body. Rufus worries he may have killed her! No! That would be terrible! Just another fuck-up caused by him. He'd be in real trouble for sure.

Suddenly she gasps and inhales deeply as her head rises up. Rufus watches her perfect boobs tremble on her chest as she agonizingly tries to push herself up on the cross by straightening her legs. Rufus winces knowing she has to stand on the nails through her feet to accomplish this. She screams as fresh, white-hot pain slashes through her body. Her nipples thrust forward from her heaving chest, like they're inviting him to touch them. He brushes his hand across them and pinches the tumescent flesh. She groans deeply, almost growling, as she pushes her chest out even more towards him as though begging him to keep rubbing her nipples.

Gasping, she begs him. “Please, please, for fuck’s sake, please fuck me again! Again! Harder!”

Rufus smiles as his cock stiffens, ready for another fucking. He’s figured out something. Got some satisfaction at last. Walking around the back of the girl’s cross he pulls her hips to one side. He slaps her beautiful round ass cheeks and enters her again. She groans. He feels her pussy tight and wet around his throbbing cock as he thrusts deeply into her. She groans more deeply and starts breathing hard as Rufus goes to work on her.

Now, this is something he’s good at!

 

[old slave]

A very original story, Marcella; thank you.

 

[crumera]

It's a good story
pity only it pushes my 5 newly posted pics on the previous page to the background


Fullsize pics on previous page

 

[crumera]

Original story I had in mind with the Gerda crucified pic.
I was reluctant to post this story but here it is.
Quite different from the Marcella story inspired by the same pic a few messages above this one.


DISCLAIMER:
Fictional story about a fictional cult.
Not intended as an attack on real life religion.
Please respect that.



Nazareth, Belgium a few years in the future..
Origin of the Gerda cult

After I'm crucified you have to fuck me, not before!
Promise me! I will, Yes. She opened the door

She came out wearing her favorite panty, her pink crucifix pendant and her pink crown of thorns and the whipmarks she received yesterday. Her hair carefully weaved through the slits from the crown of thorns
Her finger and toe-nails painted in her favorite color as well.
I know you dont like to inflict this on me, but you must she caressed his hand.
Please bless me, she did.
You ready? I think so.

Lets get on with it then.
She lay down on the floor and laid her hands in position.
Please forgive me. She nods now do your duty. Forget who I am as you do it!
Nailing her wrists and her reaction to it gave him a throbbing erection.
He could have fucked her after he nailed her wrists,
helpless as she was, but that would be against her command.
When her patibulum was secured on the notch he was again tempted to fuck her once more,
he shook his head. Then nailed her feet on the block.

Only then he ripped her panty down and tried to fuck her,
it took him a while to find a good position.
But after a few tries he found a way to insert himself from behind into her.

She groaned with every thrust, he couldnt see her face distorting.
He shot his load, pulled back and released her for his grasp.
Her body swayed in the normal position.

Thank you she sighed..
He saw her teared up face. Please let me take you down!
No leave me be, this is what I must suffer.
Gerda you sure? It seems so horrible. She nodded. water please..
She drank thru the straws..
How does it feel? hurts like hell but this is my destiny.
More water? she shook her head. maybe later.
Let me be for a while... she paused.. I want to experience it totally.
In a minute your titulus isn't in place yet.

After the titulus was nailed in place he cut the straps of the panty wrappedd around her ankles.
He took a few steps back. knelt before her, prayed to his goddess who now suffered for all females and also for him. Gerda of Nazareth Saviour of Women.

Death didn't come before sundown as she predicted. Gerda told him her work wasn't done yet.
At ten next morning she whispered, my task is almost done. Dont cry! In 3 days we will meet again.
An hour later she was too exhausted to push up on her nailed feet to relieve her stretched ribcage. She suffocated slowly. He listend for a heartbeat at noon, there was none.
He took the rifle fixed with the bayonet, begged for forgiveness then bayonetted her chest thru the heart and into the stipes behind her back.

In tears he pulled out the nail thru her feet, then her left wrist, finally he managed to get the nail out of her right wrist. He stumbled and almost fell when the nail gave way and the full wieght of her body surprised him.

He carried her corpse inside the cabin, laid her on the table and began to wash her.
Kissing the nailwounds and every whipmarks as well as the bayonet wounds
Wrapped a linnen sheet around her. Lowered her body carefull into the cleaned up crawl space.
He placed her on the tiled brick platform he constructed. prayed once more.

On the third day he opened the crawlspace expecting her to be risen from death.
Still fully committed to his belief he waited for her to rise for weeks
Reality set in she wouldn't come back from the death she sufferd at his hands.
In despair he hung himself inside the cabin.

The police found him 4 days later. Shortly afterwards Gerda decomposing corpse.
2 months later the arrondisimnets court of Ghent declared the case closed as a solved murder/suicide.
No others were indited.
The cult demanded all evidence back as being their property except for the bodies of Gerda en Hans

A year later the cult declared Gerda to be risen and taken to heaven after being betrayed by her closest disciple Hans. Who whipped her, raped her and crucified her till death.
The official police report and the journals of Hans were discarded as malicious and heretical propaganda.

The cabin became a shrine for the Risen Gerda.
The cross and nails were displayed inside.
A replica was erected in the yard.

Cultmembers came together every year to remember the crucifixion and it is rumored some of the devoted member let themselves be crucified in the same way as their goddess Gerda suffered and died.

Backstory on the Gerda cult:

Priest are all female. males are seen as second-rate members.
A crucifix with a half clothed effigy of Gerda is seen in all local chapter's temples.

At 18 are women are inititiated (21 for men) given acces to the holiest part of the temple.
Here a crucifix with Gerda's rape on the cross is revealed to them and the whole story told.
This included the profecy Gerda when and where she would return to finally end the world tyrrany of the worlds men.

Priestesses are required to have marks of crucifixion tatooed on the inside wrists and top of their feet. Often pious women in the cult opt to have similar tatoo marks.
Men are not allowed to mark themselves in this way as they deemed unworthy.




So there it is, comments, flames or other reaction are welcome

 

[whipmaster2]

Fall of Laurena

Despite being a slave her life was good, good clothes, good food, sleeping at her mistress feet inside the main house.
She sang and danced one day for her master and his guests entertainment.

She must have displeased him somehow.
Next morning she was brought before the master, stripped of her clothing then whipped.

She looked up to her master her eyes begging for mercy as the carnifex told her master how much her crucifixion would cost. In despair she sees the master agree to the price.

Her hands were bound and she was raped by the carnifex.
Forced to drag her cross through the streets.

Laid out on the cross they bound her hands and feet.
First they nailed her hands, then her feet were spiked together with one nail.

The cross was raised she hung from the nails, pushing up on her nailed feet to properly breath every few minutes, all in excruciationg pain.
Displayed naked for all passersby
A day later her heart gave out and she hung motionless, her head slumped to the side.
At least a full day earlier then expected her life and suffering, mercifully cut short.

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Comments are welcome, dont be shy

I like the picture, but it leaves me wondering what the story is with the short-haired blonde who's just sitting naked and watching.

 

[whipmaster2]

Thank you Barb. I sort of had your girl, Caprice, in mind when I imagined the brunette in the story.

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I wanted to name the dean at the end. Some tie-in to CF. But it was getting too late.

Hey, isn't this the university where Professor Barbara Moore teaches?

Love the girl in the picture. Such beautiful nipples! So suckable!

 

[crumera]

I like the picture, but it leaves me wondering what the story is with the short-haired blonde who's just sitting naked and watching.

Well its a sequence of events with the same girl.

Laurena just got whipped and watching in horror as her master order and pays the carnifex for her to be crucified.
She gets raped after that.. etc etc

Added: also explained in the message with the first (smaller) version of the pic a few messages previous message: #168

 

[crumera]

Happy new year!

She couldn't believe her tearfilled eyes.
Her sweet mom cruelly nailed to one of the weathered crosses.
The older sisters just stood there, frozen in place by the horrible sight.




Comments etc welcome

 

[Stilet2]

Excellent!

 

[KageKamen]

Fall of Laurena

Despite being a slave her life was good, good clothes, good food, sleeping at her mistress feet inside the main house.
She sang and danced one day for her master and his guests entertainment.

She must have displeased him somehow.
Next morning she was brought before the master, stripped of her clothing then whipped.

She looked up to her master her eyes begging for mercy as the carnifex told her master how much her crucifixion would cost. In despair she sees the master agree to the price.

I wonder what lie he was told about her? Or was she just a pawn in some marital squabble?

 

[Cella]

Happy new year!

She couldn't believe her tearfilled eyes.
Her sweet mom cruelly nailed to one of the weathered crosses.
The older sisters just stood there, frozen in place by the horrible sight.

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Comments etc welcome

If their mom is nailed to one of the weathered crosses, then who could be nailed to the other(s)? The girls are in shock. They never knew this could happen to their family. Their mom is crucified! How could this have happened? They are terrified.

Could they be next?

 

[KageKamen]

If their mom is nailed to one of the weathered crosses, then who could be nailed to the other(s)? The girls are in shock. They never knew this could happen to their family. Their mom is crucified! How could this have happened? They are terrified.

Could they be next?

well have they been up to anything naughty lately? Treason, perhaps?

 

[crumera]

As soon as her fingertips touch, whistles blow, the sirens begin to blare.
Guards running up to them.
Interfering in a lawful execution/comforting a condemned criminal!

And two cases of aiding and abetting.

wonder what punishment for that? just a slap on the wrist no doubt

 

[crumera]

bit of a quicky, still rough but I felt had to post it this straight away.
maybe I'll polish both pic and story up later.

Mom Factory worker 43
Elisa turner 21
Claire Student university marine biology 19
Carin wannabe mom student kindergarden teacher 19


Left to right: Carin, mom, Elisa, Claire

Slap on the wrist

Being in agony was bad enough. Now her 3 daughters were brought towards her.
As soon as they saw her crucified body they began to cry.
According to regulations her adult daughters must witness and watch her for 5 minutes.

Elisa her eldest threw up halfway toward her. The twins tried to put up brave faces.
Their eyes still red they stood watching her.
When finally the bell sounded after 5 minutes Claire went to her knees Can't be real she whispered. She saw Claire reaching toward her feet, but never felt her touch.

A shrill whistle sounded, guards came running. within moments all three girls were in handcuffs.
The three cuffed women were brought before a colonel, the commandant of the facilty.
You are hereby charged with comforting a condemned during her execution.
She points to Elisa and Carin. you two are charged with aiding her, and failure to interfere in the executuion of her crime.
Any defense? Claire stammers an apology I need to touch, so I knew this was real and not a nightmare.

And you two why didnt you interfere? I thought I was going to throw up again, didn't really notice unitll the whistle blew. Elisa answered. And you? I was watching my mom as ordered didn't see it happening unitll she allready touched her feet.said Carin.
No valid defense it is. guilty as charged.
As per lid 1.12 of art 54 of the law regarding execution on federal sites, I sentence you to die. there willbe no appeal, sentence will be carried out through crucixion ASAP.

Captain? how soon can you crucify these women?
Half hour or so.
I 'll see to it you get the required papers ASAP

Elisa threw up again.
Carin swooned and where it not for the two guards flanking her she would have collaped tothe floor.
Please mercy!! I touched my mom if anyone should be put to death it should be me, please spare my sisters!! thy did nothing wrong.
They did nothing! when you violated the rules.

Captain! I want these two crucified same way as their mom.
This one she pointed to Claire over there after she watched her sisters being crucified.
She should suffer the longest possible time alive on the cross.
Side by side on footrest category A and if neccesary a nice seat? Sounds good.
And these 2 same as their mom? crossed on category C? Excellent.

35 minutes later the orders are drawn and issued.
Both of them are crucified wearing a panty, Elisa also left with her skirt , carin's top of her dress is ripped of. after completion of their execution both are fully stripped.
Both have wetted/soiled their clothes, exactly the reason of nailing them topless and only then suffer naked.

Claire is made to witness the whole procedure from close up.
Elisa is cursing her from beginning to end, Carin only curses her after her cross is raised.
Claire is begging their forgiveness the whole time but forgiveness is not forthcoming.

By the time Claire is raised 5 minutes later, the cursing has ceased.
Its hard enough to breath with a stretched ribcage, let alone yelling curses.

Fully crucified Claire is being stripped of her pants and panty.
4 women, a mom and her 3 daughters suffer in relative silence exept for the occasional groan.
There is not much talk between them.
Each of them entirely occupied with her own agony and next breath of air.

 

[Loxuru]

Mom Factory worker 43

Was the mom member of the union?

 

[mp5stab]

I would like to know what all of the categories of crosses are. We have already seen categories a and c, which at the very least implies a category b.

 

[Barbaria1]

bit of a quicky, still rough but I felt had to post it this straight away.
maybe I'll polish both pic and story up later.

Mom Factory worker 43
Elisa turner 21
Claire Student university marine biology 19
Carin wannabe mom student kindergarden teacher 19

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Left to right: Carin, mom, Elisa, Claire

Slap on the wrist

Being in agony was bad enough. Now her 3 daughters were brought towards her.
As soon as they saw her crucified body they began to cry.
According to regulations her adult daughters must witness and watch her for 5 minutes.

Elisa her eldest threw up halfway toward her. The twins tried to put up brave faces.
Their eyes still red they stood watching her.
When finally the bell sounded after 5 minutes Claire went to her knees Can't be real she whispered. She saw Claire reaching toward her feet, but never felt her touch.

A shrill whistle sounded, guards came running. within moments all three girls were in handcuffs.
The three cuffed women were brought before a colonel, the commandant of the facilty.
You are hereby charged with comforting a condemned during her execution.
She points to Elisa and Carin. you two are charged with aiding her, and failure to interfere in the executuion of her crime.
Any defense? Claire stammers an apology I need to touch, so I knew this was real and not a nightmare.

And you two why didnt you interfere? I thought I was going to throw up again, didn't really notice unitll the whistle blew. Elisa answered. And you? I was watching my mom as ordered didn't see it happening unitll she allready touched her feet.said Carin.
No valid defense it is. guilty as charged.
As per lid 1.12 of art 54 of the law regarding execution on federal sites, I sentence you to die. there willbe no appeal, sentence will be carried out through crucixion ASAP.

Captain? how soon can you crucify these women?
Half hour or so.
I 'll see to it you get the required papers ASAP

Elisa threw up again.
Carin swooned and where it not for the two guards flanking her she would have collaped tothe floor.
Please mercy!! I touched my mom if anyone should be put to death it should be me, please spare my sisters!! thy did nothing wrong.
They did nothing! when you violated the rules.

Captain! I want these two crucified same way as their mom.
This one she pointed to Claire over there after she watched her sisters being crucified.
She should suffer the longest possible time alive on the cross.
Side by side on footrest category A and if neccesary a nice seat? Sounds good.
And these 2 same as their mom? crossed on category C? Excellent.

35 minutes later the orders are drawn and issued.
Both of them are crucified wearing a panty, Elisa also left with her skirt , carin's top of her dress is ripped of. after completion of their execution both are fully stripped.
Both have wetted/soiled their clothes, exactly the reason of nailing them topless and only then suffer naked.

Claire is made to witness the whole procedure from close up.
Elisa is cursing her from beginning to end, Carin only curses her after her cross is raised.
Claire is begging their forgiveness the whole time but forgiveness is not forthcoming.

By the time Claire is raised 5 minutes later, the cursing has ceased.
Its hard enough to breath with a stretched ribcage, let alone yelling curses.

Fully crucified Claire is being stripped of her pants and panty.
4 women, a mom and her 3 daughters suffer in relative silence exept for the occasional groan.
There is not much talk between them.
Each of them entirely occupied with her own agony and next breath of air.

Great art. Great backstory! Kudos!

 

[crumera]

43 is her age
A footrest is about 45 degress
C footrest max 15 degrees or no footrest.

So B would be about 30 degrees

So now for something gone horrible wrong, or isn't it?
Maybe the watcher is tearing up by the sight of the old queen and hersister and mom on their crosses,
or is moved to tears by the confirmation of the engagement of the king with his new queen to be.

Will prolly post a better render soon.

 

[mp5stab]

Crumera you tease. I can’t wait to see what their titluses read in the unblurred picture.