Some Sketches

[Crux-Emperor Baracus X]

A virgin cannot be crucified. That is the law in all civilized nations. First of all, it is morally wrong. Secondly, it brings about the severe displeasure of the gods upon all those involved. Therefore, no sane persons would ever, ever crucify a virgin.

A virgin condemned to death must be quickly and humanely executed.

However . . . if she's really attractive, there is a way around this little problem.

Can I apply for de-flowering duties ??

 

[JoeyRainbow]

Can I apply for de-flowering duties ??

They'll need multiple volunteers. You have to really make sure they aren't virgins. You can never be too careful about these things.

 

[Cella]

They'll need multiple volunteers. You have to really make sure they aren't virgins. You can never be too careful about these things.

Of course. No one wants to piss off the gods.

 

[Cella]

Was it worthy risking...?

Well, at the time it seemed a good idea . . .

(All bad ideas seem good at first.)

 

[Cella]

Can I apply for de-flowering duties ??

Well, it's nasty work, but someone has to do it.

 

[malins]

(All bad ideas seem good at first.)

otherwise we wouldn't have done them....

 

[Andyman]

Her face when she realized that I came nearer with the sword unsheated, lifted up and pointed between her legs.

 

[Andyman]

My sad girlfriend crucified on the opposite side of road to me.

 

[Andyman]

Two seconds before the thrust of spear. But not through my heart. First he lowered the point and pierced my... oh, let's call it my lower belly... OK, my vagina, twice. And then my lower belly. Thrice. Then he impaled deep my belly button. And both sides. And then massacred my breasts, nearly cutting my nipples off. And then he did NOTHING MORE - simply left me, blood covered, writhing and howling with this new, additional pain, for a quarter more before my heart failed due to the enormous bleeding...

 

[Andyman]

They walked into my greengrocery shop in Herculanum and told me to go immediately with them. I was curious and I went with them with no fear but when they led me straight to the court and informed me that the judge sentenced me to be punished I was frightened. And when they told me he sentenced me to death, I fainted. And when I was informed that I will die the most humiliating and painful death on the cross, I fainted again. And when they undressed me and wrapped me with some old rug and burdened me with a heavy beam and leaded me through the town and I was sure they wanted to crucify me on the gallows hill as all the criminals but they halted me on the street in front of my own shop and they order me to undress completely and to lay down there on the pavement and I did so and they produced a fistful of big nails and a hammer and I realized that I will be hanged in the nude just in the very middle of the crowded Longa street of Herculanum, in front of my own house and my own shop, between all my neighbours and friends and their youths I fainted one more time, but for the few seconds only, because the terrible pain torn my wrists and then my feet when they nailed me to the wood and then they hammered one more nail which pressed painfully my labia with its crude edges when I hanged powerlessly on my poor wounded wrists, unable to lift my body on my poor pierced feet, and I begun to weep and sob and cry loudly with pain and shame and despair and all my neighbours and friends and their youths collected around my cross and they watched me and laughed at me and soon I felt that I no longer could withstand this pain and shame and fear but in fact I must withstand it for many long hours because they nailed me in such clever way that I didn't die at once but I was alive even after many hours and I am shocked that I am still alive though I am nearly exhausted with pain, nearly suffocated, nearly died with shame, nearly mad with fear and sadness and I nearly became a mute due to my cries and shouts but I am still alive and conscious and suffering and ashamed and frightened. And when they are telling me that I will be alive for many more hours or maybe days I am in the deepest despair so if possible please help me, kill me, please, shorten my torment, I beg you, I beeeg youuu, pleeeaaase, ahhhhhh...!

 

[mp5stab]

What was the green grocer girl’s crime?

 

[Andyman]

What was the green grocer girl’s crime?

She never learned. She lost it, when she fainted when they read the sentence to her...

 

[Andyman]

Lifting my massacred body up on my wounded feet and wrists, I bent my back like an arch to avoid painful scrubbing of my scourged skin with harsh stipes wood. Of course I must accept all the hungry mens' eyes glued to my overexposed cunt. But I was a slave, frequently abused and raped, so till now I feel nearly no shame and the shame was not as painful for me as splinters. Nonetheless, I hate your eager eyes and your erected cocks, and I hate all of you. Die, jerks! Die! Like me!

 

[Andyman]

Heavy scourged and nailed, blood covered and exhausted women, dying slowly with horrific pain - nothing especially interesting. Every day someone dies with curses and cries on one of the crosses throughout the Empire. And who cares of the even cruelest suffering of some nameless non-citizen worthless sluts?

 

[Apostate]

Lifting my massacred body up on my wounded feet and wrists, I bent my back like an arch to avoid painful scrubbing of my scourged skin with harsh stipes wood. Of course I must accept all the hungry mens' eyes glued to my overexposed cunt. But I was a slave, frequently abused and raped, so till now I feel nearly no shame and the shame was not as painful for me as splinters. Nonetheless, I hate your eager eyes and your erected cocks, and I hate all of you. Die, jerks! Die! Like me!

But what if I’m looking on with appalled pity, along with my raging erection?

 

[Andyman]

But what if I’m looking on with appalled pity, along with my raging erection?

One can't expect clear thinking and brilliant ideas when the girl is dying on the cross, I suppose. She underestimated you.

 

[Andyman]

Do you see this big-breasted, hairy-cunted, bright-haired, slightly overweighted matron, first to the right? It's me. The remaining women in the row to the left (to my right) are all my maids and slaves. They were punished for the murder of my husband. Because he was murdered by someone, maybe a slave, two days ago. He was rich and mighty, so the procurator and all of his lawyers voted for the highest punisment for all the household. And they did so. They crucified everyone living under the same roof with late Marcus Diodorus. Including me. The procurator decided that I am no less suspicious than others and simply sentenced me and he told the centurion to punish me together with our slaves. The centurion, who hated my husband and me, executed the sentence with pleasure: he prepared one more cross for me and crucified me verbatim in the same way as all the remaining slaves. So, I am hanging here, raped, naked and exposed, nailed to the cross, and no one looking at me could find any difference between me (two days ago a rich patrician) and the miserable slaves...

 

[Andyman]

Just to make sure you have understood me: it's me.

 

[Cella]

"Wow! My nipples were never so tumescent! How come they never popped for me like this before?"

"Oh no, a splinter! Owie, owie, owie!"

 

[Andyman]

Today the trio "Mario, Diana et Heli" will perform a twelve hours long dancing-on-the-cross marathon for our citizens and all the visitors, for free; adults only!