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I'll set Fang, the Cruxton Abbey guard dog, onto keeping an eye open for the delivery man!
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I'll set Fang, the Cruxton Abbey guard dog, onto keeping an eye open for the delivery man!
Excellent!
I'll set Fang, the Cruxton Abbey guard dog, onto keeping an eye open for the delivery man!
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Awwww ... a Westie! Soooo cute!
I don't know what to do...
I'm living in the dark...
I'm living in a power keg
and giving off sparks..
Jim Steinman wonerfully sung by Bonnie Tyler...
To be young again and remember all I have forgot...
Tree
...Yes, I need a Seagram's...
...fucking idiot...
I'm living in the dark...
I'm living in a power keg
and giving off sparks..
Jim Steinman wonerfully sung by Bonnie Tyler...
To be young again and remember all I have forgot...
Tree
...Yes, I need a Seagram's...
...fucking idiot...
Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst
Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power, but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad man
Can you imagine when this race is won?
Turn our golden the faces into the sun
Praising our leaders, we're getting in tune
The music's played by the, the madman
Forever young
I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever, and ever
Forever young
I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever young
Minnesota B Dylan
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I have a girl to crucify 21 years old
Rias
Neko Girl
kittys dont like dogs beacouse chase them but this dog look nice but me stand a little further just in case meowExcellent!
I'll set Fang, the Cruxton Abbey guard dog, onto keeping an eye open for the delivery man!
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Two guards are out of sight but I can hear them. One of the guards says he cannot wait to see me carry my cross to the hill to be crucified. The other guard replies that I will look ‘damn good’ hanging from my cross. I suppose I should take this as a compliment, but it offers me no comfort.
My last night in this hellhole dungeon I don’t sleep much. My head is filled with the thought of carrying my cross to the hill where they will crucify me. Hordes of people will line the route and mock me as I drag the cross. I’ll be naked to shame me on my march to my death.
-Kathy Summer
Friday morning starts early for Kathy. It won’t be until 9 AM before she is given her cross to carry it over two kilometers to the hill where she will be crucified but her day starts hours before then.
I didn’t sleep much, and my captors start my day by making me shuffle to another chamber. My walk is difficult as the heavy ball attached to the shackles’ chain drags behind me. When we get there, a hook is attached to the manacles’ chain and again my arms are hoisted over my head. A guard pulls out a hose and says “It is time to clean you up a bit.”
I figure they don’t want me looking to skanky as I carry my cross to the hill. Well, it will feel good to be cleaned, I think. I am wrong. The water spraying on me seems almost freezing and bound as I am there is nothing I can do to dodge the cold stream of water.
When that torment is over I am brought back to the chamber I have been held for the past week. I am subjected to the Virgin Martyr Prevention Protocol which means I am raped and buggered.
With cum oozing from my pussy and ass a loincloth is wrapped around my hips and bottom. The blacksmith comes in and frees me from the shackles and manacles. A guard shoves a crown of thorns onto my head and announces “It is time for you carry your cross to the hill.”
I step out to the sunshine and see the cross I must carry up the hill to be crucified upon. The damn thing is huge!
I kneel to prepare to lift it. It must weigh as much as I do! I don’t know if I can carry to the hill.
-Kathy
The march to the hill is only two kilometers. It is a bit difficult for Kathy to carry the cross, but the kiss of the guard’s whip motivates her to continue her trek.
My loincloth is becoming unraveled and wet cum and shit drips down my thighs. There is no way to hide it.
If I pause to adjust it, I suffer the guard’s whip. I will make it… to my crucifixion!
-Kathy
My last night in this hellhole dungeon I don’t sleep much. My head is filled with the thought of carrying my cross to the hill where they will crucify me. Hordes of people will line the route and mock me as I drag the cross. I’ll be naked to shame me on my march to my death.
-Kathy Summer
Friday morning starts early for Kathy. It won’t be until 9 AM before she is given her cross to carry it over two kilometers to the hill where she will be crucified but her day starts hours before then.
I didn’t sleep much, and my captors start my day by making me shuffle to another chamber. My walk is difficult as the heavy ball attached to the shackles’ chain drags behind me. When we get there, a hook is attached to the manacles’ chain and again my arms are hoisted over my head. A guard pulls out a hose and says “It is time to clean you up a bit.”
I figure they don’t want me looking to skanky as I carry my cross to the hill. Well, it will feel good to be cleaned, I think. I am wrong. The water spraying on me seems almost freezing and bound as I am there is nothing I can do to dodge the cold stream of water.
When that torment is over I am brought back to the chamber I have been held for the past week. I am subjected to the Virgin Martyr Prevention Protocol which means I am raped and buggered.
With cum oozing from my pussy and ass a loincloth is wrapped around my hips and bottom. The blacksmith comes in and frees me from the shackles and manacles. A guard shoves a crown of thorns onto my head and announces “It is time for you carry your cross to the hill.”
I step out to the sunshine and see the cross I must carry up the hill to be crucified upon. The damn thing is huge!
I kneel to prepare to lift it. It must weigh as much as I do! I don’t know if I can carry to the hill.
-Kathy
The march to the hill is only two kilometers. It is a bit difficult for Kathy to carry the cross, but the kiss of the guard’s whip motivates her to continue her trek.
My loincloth is becoming unraveled and wet cum and shit drips down my thighs. There is no way to hide it.
If I pause to adjust it, I suffer the guard’s whip. I will make it… to my crucifixion!
-Kathy
But not on carpet, I'm thinking...
Kathy arrives at the top of the hill. The rewards for her efforts are swift and painfully severe…
It took almost an hour to carry the cross to and up the hill. I am exhausted but managed to keep the scourge of the whip to a minimum. As I climbed the hill my loincloth fell from my waist and the crown of thorns twisted off my head, though I managed to step on it. The damn thorns hurt! The cross is removed from my shoulder and is laid on the ground. Just as I collect my breath two of the guards grab me and drag me to the cross.
I beg them to give me just a moment but none is given. Spikes are driven through my wrists.
I have never experienced such pain! Piss squirts between my thighs but the crew doesn’t wait to nail one foot over the other. My body twists in agony as the third spike pierces my feet and drives into the stipe. How much worse can this get?
But my pain is only beginning. As my chest heaves, they start lifting the cross.
The cross swings skyward then suddenly drops into the socket. I swear my hands are almost ripped from my wrists! But they have carried out my sentence. I hang naked nailed to the cross.
Three shanks of iron hammered through my wrists and feet hold me hanging from the face of the cross.
I look out at the crowd and shout “Look what they have done to me!”
Their response is a hearty applause and lewd jeers…
-Kathy
It took almost an hour to carry the cross to and up the hill. I am exhausted but managed to keep the scourge of the whip to a minimum. As I climbed the hill my loincloth fell from my waist and the crown of thorns twisted off my head, though I managed to step on it. The damn thorns hurt! The cross is removed from my shoulder and is laid on the ground. Just as I collect my breath two of the guards grab me and drag me to the cross.
I beg them to give me just a moment but none is given. Spikes are driven through my wrists.
I have never experienced such pain! Piss squirts between my thighs but the crew doesn’t wait to nail one foot over the other. My body twists in agony as the third spike pierces my feet and drives into the stipe. How much worse can this get?
But my pain is only beginning. As my chest heaves, they start lifting the cross.
The cross swings skyward then suddenly drops into the socket. I swear my hands are almost ripped from my wrists! But they have carried out my sentence. I hang naked nailed to the cross.
Three shanks of iron hammered through my wrists and feet hold me hanging from the face of the cross.
I look out at the crowd and shout “Look what they have done to me!”
Their response is a hearty applause and lewd jeers…
-Kathy
Crux-Emperor Baracus X
Rectidolor
send her round my way,she can keep my cross warm....
Crux-Emperor Baracus X
Rectidolor
Good to see my Handiwork put to good use !!
(Loincloth,supplied by Baracus @ WWW.Cruxclothes.com)
Remember to visit my other website,
@WWW.CrossesbyBaracus.co.uk
OR Visit Cruxforums.com,for more ideas.
(I've moved on from the Loincloth-side of things.....and incorporated Cross-building)
For the first half hour that Kathy is crucified she suffers the shock of having three spikes driven through her wrists and feet. The pain of the cross bottoming in its socket felt like her arms would rip from her shoulders. With her feet nailed flush to the face of the stipe and some bones broken in them, they don’t help support her weight.
Beneath her the crowd enjoys watching her suffer and shout mocking jeers as she writhes naked from her cross. The pain does not cease but Kathy begins to acclimate to it. She become aware of the lewd remarks being shouted at her. Exasperated Kathy shouts down at the crowd “What are you doing? They are killing me and you are just enjoying my suffering!”
The cruelness of the cross has multiple facets. Kathy’s body’s weight stretches her arms while compresses her chest. Beside the pain of being driven through her limbs the spikes restrict how much Kathy can move not to mention how much it hurts when she does.
Before me there is crowd of people dressed up in what I guess is old Roman garb. They revel in shouting lewd remarks as I hang naked from the cross. The nails insure I cannot comfort or cover myself.
They find my suffering quite enjoyable while I feel every muscle staining or cramping. Under the blazing sun I sweat while my mouth and throat are dry as bone.
Then there is realization I really need to relieve myself. I don’t think I will get a bathroom break. I am going to have to do this before this crowd.
There is nothing about drawing the crucifixion card that has any comfort for me. I am realizing that I will not be relieved of the pain of the cross until my body gives up and I die.
-Kathy
Beneath her the crowd enjoys watching her suffer and shout mocking jeers as she writhes naked from her cross. The pain does not cease but Kathy begins to acclimate to it. She become aware of the lewd remarks being shouted at her. Exasperated Kathy shouts down at the crowd “What are you doing? They are killing me and you are just enjoying my suffering!”
The cruelness of the cross has multiple facets. Kathy’s body’s weight stretches her arms while compresses her chest. Beside the pain of being driven through her limbs the spikes restrict how much Kathy can move not to mention how much it hurts when she does.
Before me there is crowd of people dressed up in what I guess is old Roman garb. They revel in shouting lewd remarks as I hang naked from the cross. The nails insure I cannot comfort or cover myself.
They find my suffering quite enjoyable while I feel every muscle staining or cramping. Under the blazing sun I sweat while my mouth and throat are dry as bone.
Then there is realization I really need to relieve myself. I don’t think I will get a bathroom break. I am going to have to do this before this crowd.
There is nothing about drawing the crucifixion card that has any comfort for me. I am realizing that I will not be relieved of the pain of the cross until my body gives up and I die.
-Kathy
Kathy
Terra Nova Tramp
I hope those guards that nailed me to the cross come closer while I relieve myself.They find my suffering quite enjoyable while I feel every muscle staining or cramping. Under the blazing sun I sweat while my mouth and throat are dry as bone.
Then there is realization I really need to relieve myself. I don’t think I will get a bathroom break. I am going to have to do this before this crowd.
The pain must be making Kathy delirious...
There is a cold outlook here...No ... just revengeful. Douse ‘em Kathy
...Tree will contemplate this....
In the third pic...Omg, how did Erin end up in a slave auction?
You didn't read the fine print???