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Snapshots From My Timetravels
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The crucifixion of the blonde clone girls?
Really nice line of crux. I must write a mass crux scene sometime.
mp5stab
Hair and Nails
Clones? they are all the same woman.. sorta timelapse
No, I get it, it’s like a classical painting, supposed to be read from left to right. A series in a single image!Will the real Queen of Gaul kindly identify herself?
I have some questions about this image, but they can wait. For now "Merry Christmas!" and "Hot Stuff!!!" will suffice.
Just ask away
You do realize that you may have unleashed forces that you are powerless to control?
The redhead version you just posted, do you have no one of her full length and with her mouth closed?
And FYI, I'm stealing your concept render above to post on Foundation. Let me know if you will seek my death if I do so.
BTW, I posted one of your earlier pics here, second from the bottom, with as somewhat different backstory.
http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/thread...n-crucifixion-art-and-literature.6377/page-14
http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/thread...n-crucifixion-art-and-literature.6377/page-14
She'll do quite nicely. The possibly disquieting reason for my request is that I wanted her for this thread
http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/pictures-of-dead-crucified-bodies.6095/
which I would have pretentiously called Consummatum Est.
crumera
Crucifier of Pixels
She is shivering. Cold? She nods a bit chlly here, yes.
Afraid? She smiles at me: I trust you completely.
Go on Adam make your pictures..
I feel my host is going to pull the chair. I transfer into her..
I see him with her eyes and feel the love this woman feels for him.
She is excited and wants him inside her.
His touch on the back of her claves feels electric.
The surprise she as he pulls the chair away.
I feel the body drop till the noose catches her neck.
Pain, disbelief. The hanged body rotates with the rope, he is out of sight.
When she turns back he is standing up, hope he is going to rescue her.
that it was a stupid clumsy mistake.
I feel his hands upon her hips. Hope He is not pulling the chair under her her.
He stabilizes her hanging body. She sees his smile.. He says something..
Despair.. fear of death. Sadness and sense of betrayal. Feet searching for place to stand..
Ow god he wants me to die she realises. She tries to speak.
Only a gurgling sound escapes
Why? colors seem to fade. I realize she might never is going to know why.
In panic she begins to fight the ropes that tie her hands.. Light begins to fade.
Time to get out of this dieing body.
I transfer back inside him.. He watches as her movement get less violent.
She must be close to death now. He calls for Leonie. The door opens behind him.
You really did it. Arms wrap around him. kisses.
I see her eyes widen in horror as Anne recognizes her cousin.
He looks to his wife's face while his new lover pulls his cock out ofhis fly.
Warm wetness envelops his cock. Pleasure soon engulfs me as he shoots his load.
His wife's eyes are closed now.. She isn't moving anymore..
Poor woman.. his eyes look at the smiling Leonie now.
A smell of urine and a fleeting sense of regret, just before I feel myself pulled away to my own time and body.
All characters are 18+
Pure fictional story
Afraid? She smiles at me: I trust you completely.
Go on Adam make your pictures..
I feel my host is going to pull the chair. I transfer into her..
I see him with her eyes and feel the love this woman feels for him.
She is excited and wants him inside her.
His touch on the back of her claves feels electric.
The surprise she as he pulls the chair away.
I feel the body drop till the noose catches her neck.
Pain, disbelief. The hanged body rotates with the rope, he is out of sight.
When she turns back he is standing up, hope he is going to rescue her.
that it was a stupid clumsy mistake.
I feel his hands upon her hips. Hope He is not pulling the chair under her her.
He stabilizes her hanging body. She sees his smile.. He says something..
Despair.. fear of death. Sadness and sense of betrayal. Feet searching for place to stand..
Ow god he wants me to die she realises. She tries to speak.
Only a gurgling sound escapes
Why? colors seem to fade. I realize she might never is going to know why.
In panic she begins to fight the ropes that tie her hands.. Light begins to fade.
Time to get out of this dieing body.
I transfer back inside him.. He watches as her movement get less violent.
She must be close to death now. He calls for Leonie. The door opens behind him.
You really did it. Arms wrap around him. kisses.
I see her eyes widen in horror as Anne recognizes her cousin.
He looks to his wife's face while his new lover pulls his cock out ofhis fly.
Warm wetness envelops his cock. Pleasure soon engulfs me as he shoots his load.
His wife's eyes are closed now.. She isn't moving anymore..
Poor woman.. his eyes look at the smiling Leonie now.
A smell of urine and a fleeting sense of regret, just before I feel myself pulled away to my own time and body.
All characters are 18+
Pure fictional story
crumera
Crucifier of Pixels
I'm in the crucified gallic warrior. His pain is quite draining my stamina.
Laerina his wife is crucified next to him, one of the romans pushes a wet sponge in his face.
He sucks the moisture out of it. Then the roman walks to his wife.
He pushes a newly wetted sponge in her face.
The roman puts down the bucket and lifts her skirt.
With his other hand he makes himself hard.
I feel the gauls emotions soar to hatred as he begins to rape her.
His wife looks at him and stammers something.. I can't understand it but it seems she is apologizing to her husband.
Sadness and regret fills him now.. The roman shoot his load and steps back picks up his bucket and leaves the site.
He follows the roman with hatefilled eyes. when he is out of sight he look back at his wife. He calls her name.. she looks at him. afraid..
He is sad and says something gentle her face clears..
Then he mumbles to himself full of remorse*..
A few minutes later I'm whisked away to my own place in time.
*later indentified with 95%certainty as "Should have turned the sword at both of us"
This is what I call a first person view
Comments are very welcome
Wish you’d have dispensed with the lady's skirt, but this is one intense image. And as I literally learned to read from SF novels, the narrative has my attention.
In addition, I’m going to steal her for the On the Recurrence of Academic Gobbledygook thread. Thanks.
In addition, I’m going to steal her for the On the Recurrence of Academic Gobbledygook thread. Thanks.