The dead body should have fewer color oft top body and more violet in legs and feets.
Mmm, yes, nice work both of them.
So promising, mixed couples - or purely lesbian?In my mind when I made the pic the 2 hanged women were cousins.
Hanged as retribution for partisan actions in the area.
I tried clothed, skirted and nude. Skirted was the most appealing to me.
Sue me I like skirts
Animation? Daz studio is nice for single pics and series of pics. animation is a bitch though.
IF I had a working poser installation I think I could do it but I don't.
got an old Poser 9 but that crashes everytime I start it on this computer.
And yes I tried reinstalling it multiple times
As for the crucifixion pic I was inspired by Welshwebb's? Crucified Venus and the aftermath pics
As for the coloring of the corpse yes in real life, you are right Madosi,
I made some renders with a more purplish color, but in the end I liked this one most.
Generally I make about 10 smaller renders for best lighting and camera camera angles.
Some I discard immidiately without saving. For the corpse I made 8 more with different colorations of her skin.
Seemed too articifical to me.
As for female executioners, Maybe.. working on some scenes that feature mixed crucifying couples.
I'll keep it in mind.
thanks for the comments you all!
Both are wearing the same kind of skirt. Not short. Not necessarily fashionable. More like a uniform skirt or (my first impression) a school uniform skirt. Here's my take on the image:One does get the sense they know one another ... hanged for the same crime? And allowed to wear their skirts. Trying to imagine the back story for this one
Deliciously and captivatingly written, Marcella ... and not far off the back story I was imagining myself ... remarkable!Both are wearing the same kind of skirt. Not short. Not necessarily fashionable. More like a uniform skirt or (my first impression) a school uniform skirt. Here's my take on the image:
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Two young ladies attending a less than progressive () institution of higher education are caught together in a state of romantic dishabille. T
The campus cops handcuff them and haul them before the dean for student affairs. It's late and he's pissed at having to handle this problem at the end of a long day. The girls, a slender brunette named Marcella, and a more curvaceous blonde named Kelli, stand as the dean enters his office. They are still handcuffed and are naked to their waists, wearing only their uniform skirts, which is all they were wearing when arrested. The cops give their statement of the facts for the girls' arrest. They also bring in bags containing their discarded clothing: blouses, bras, panties, socks and shoes. All evidence of their highly inappropriate behavior. The dean, sitting at his desk, grimly stares at the girls and reminds them that rules of the university do not tolerate lesbian behavior. Not even asking the girls for their side of the story, he issues a summary judgement.
"Marcella and Kelli, your punishment is to receive 20 lashes each, to be administered in the center of the quad, then to be locked in the stocks for 24 hours. Sentence to be carried out at noon, tommorow. Officers, take them to the holding cell."
Before the officers can usher them out of the office, Marcella loudly protests the dean's sentence. "Hey, what about us? Don't we get to explain ourselves. What is this, a kangaroo court? We demand to be heard!" Kelli, standing next to her, vigorously nods her head in agreement.
"Very well," says the dean. Sitting up straight, he adjusts his glasses and folds his hands on the top of his desk. "You may speak."
Not showing fear or hesitation, Marcella stands straight, squares her shoulders, and sticks out her chest. "Whip us if you must, but our love for each other will endure. We are free women. We should be allowed to love whomever we love!"
The dean admires her firm breasts and slender figure. Pretty and smart, this one. She'd make a fine wife for some good young man. Or a mistress. Pity she's a lez.
"So, then," he asks, "am I to understand you two will not cease your improper and scandalous behavior? Is that correct?" He looks at Kelli, who seems to be staring uneasily at the carpet. "What about you, Kelli? Do you feel the same as Marcella?"
Kelli looks up from the carpet, a nervous look on her face. "Yes, sir," replies the curvy blonde girl. Then a look of confusion. "No, wait. What did you say?"
Irritated, the dean asks Kelli again. "Do you feel the same as Marcella?" Kelli gives the dean a somewhat vacant stare. The dean rephrases. "Kelli, do you believe you and Marcella should be allowed to romantically love whomever you want? Even another woman?"
Kelli fires back at the dean, her large breasts bobbling with the vehemence of her reply. "Yes sir! I stand with Marcella. We demand our right of sexual libation!"
The dean looks at her somewhat bemused. Marcella leans in and whispers "I think you mean 'liberation', Kelli dear."
Kelli's eyes open wide. "Oh yeah, we demand our sexual liberation, your honor, sir!"
The dean stares at Kelli's generous rack. Pudding for brains but what a set of tits! Too bad they'll be wasted.
"Very well ladies. You had your chance. If you won't abide by the rules of the university, you leave me no choice. Your sentence is to be . . ."
Marcella cuts him off. "I assume, dean, we will still be whipped and placed in the stocks. I accept that, and I know Kelli does too. We love each and will gladly accept punishment. But will we also be expelled? I assure you, sir, my father is a lawyer, and when he hears of this he'll . . . "
The dean now cuts her off. "Your sentence, ladies," he says, staring Marcella down, "is to be hanged by the neck until dead. Sentence to be carried at noon, tomorrow, on the quad. Officers, get these two lezzie cunts out of my sight!"
"Wha - wha - what!" Marcella exclaims, her eyes wide open in shock, as an officer takes her by the arm. She twists and pulls away from him. "You can't do that!" She shouts. "We have rights! Constitutional rights!"
"Yeah, yeah, what she said, constipational rights," adds Kelli, nervously, her eyes growing wide as her comprehension of the sentence sinks in. Suddenly, her face takes on a very worried look. She begins squirming as she squeezes her thighs together. "Oh dear! I'm so sorry your honor," she says, looking at the dean, "but I really gotta pee!"
The dean nods his head, indicating to the officers to remove her, but before they can a strong stream of urine cascades down between Kelli's legs, leaving a dark puddle on the dean's new carpet.
"Oh, shit!" Mumbles Kelli, her face blushing. "Oops!"
"Get these cunts the fuck out of here," the dean yells at the officers. They grab each girl by an arm and start dragging them out. Kelli, still dribbling urine, leaves a wet trail on the dean's carpet as she's dragged out.
But Marcella struggles, twisting her body away from the officer holding her. She rushes up to the dean's desk. Breathing heavily, she leans over the desk. The dean sits back, staring at her perfect breasts with their now erect nipples. He smiles, feeling himself getting hard. Flecks of spit fly from Marcella's mouth as she screams at the dean. "You can't fucking hang us, you fucking bastard! We demand to see the university president! We have rights!"
Before she can say more she's jerked back by an officer grabbing her cuffed hands. She yelps with the sudden pain in her arms and shoulders as she's pulled towards the door.
Marcella continues shouting. "We demand to see the president! We demand to see the president! You can't hang us!"
"Wait!" Shouts the dean. The officer stops. Marcella stumbles, trying to get her balance. "Stand her up," the dean orders.
With one hand the officer pushes Marcella's cuffed hands into the small of her back, forcing her to stand up straight. With the other he grabs a handful of hair on the back of her head, jerking her head up. The dean walks around his desk and stands in front of Marcella. She's breathing heavily. He grabs one of her breasts, squeezing it hard. With the other he reaches under her skirt and grabs between her legs, thrusting his fingers into her pussy. Marcella stiffens her body, wincing with the sudden pain and violation of her person. She glares at the dean, her face red with humiliation and rage.
"You and your lezzie lover have great bodies. Really beautiful tits. You'll be quite the attraction hanging from the gibbet tomorrow. It'll be a slow hang, so you two can look at each other and think about the mistakes you've made."
"I still demand to see the president! Why won't you let me see him?"
"I gave you girls a chance. You didn't take it. Your death tomorrow is on you. We have standards to uphold at this university. Standards you refuse to abide by."
Tears well up in Marcella's eyes. "But why do we have to die?" She whimpers. "It's not fair! Not right! You can't just have us hanged! I demand to speak with the president. He's supposed to be a good man. A humanitarian. Let him decide! Please, please, don't do this. Don't have us hanged!"
Marcella has lost her defiant, angry voice. Now she's just a terrified girl, pleading for her life. "Trust me, Marcella, it wouldn't do you any good. President Tree would not rule in your favor. I guarantee it. Officer, take her away. Make sure everything is ready for a noon hanging tomorrow."
Marcella screams as she's led away. "No! No! This is all fucked up! We should be able to love whoever we want. We have rights! We have rights!" Her echoing voice fades away as the dean returns to his desk. Picking up his telephone he calls the service department. After two rings there is a pick-up.
"Yes, dean, what can I do for you?"
"Send someone up to my office. There's a stain on my carpet."
Thank you Barb. I sort of had your girl, Caprice, in mind when I imagined the brunette in the story.Deliciously and captivatingly written, Marcella ... and not far off the back story I was imagining myself ... remarkable!
Yes, and watch out for Dean Windar! You don’t want to cross him or, before you know it, he’ll have you naked and bent over his desk top waiting for the first stroke of the cane.
Yes! Of course! Dean Windar! Why didn't I think of that? Doh!!! And I wasted the dean's erection when the brunette was leaning over his desk! Shit! I should have inserted that detail somewhere better! I forgot one of the rules for good writing: don't add unnecessary details. Grrr! What was I thinking? (Or, as my father often annoyingly said to me during my rebellious teen years: "You weren't thinking.")Yes, and watch out for Dean Windar! You don’t want to cross him or, before you know it, he’ll have you naked and bent over his desk top waiting for the first stroke of the cane.
No regrets...your back story was great as is. ... and now you have some new ideas to include next timeYes! Of course! Dean Windar! Why didn't I think of that? Doh!!! And I wasted the dean's erection when the brunette was leaning over his desk! Shit! I should have inserted that detail somewhere better! I forgot one of the rules for good writing: don't add unnecessary details. Grrr! What was I thinking? (Or, as my father often annoyingly said to me during my rebellious teen years: "You weren't thinking.")
And I should have escalated the punishments handed down better: start with a caning, then a whipping when the girls refused to renounce their behavior, then only hanging when they really became stubborn. So many opportunities missed!