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The Crux Poem Thread
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Off of the cross, on to party, like it's 1999
sporus
Executioner
The Cruxdance
the crowd are waiting
when the guards take me to them
the cross awaits me lying on the ground
the guards remove my thong, I'm naked
they lay me on the cross, tie my feet and wrists
the cross is lifted from the ground
I am hanged, bound and naked
the crowd is excited with my body
I'm beginning the cruxdance
looking for a comfortable position
breathing is a bit difficult
my arms straight
the movements rubs my back on the wooden crux
all looking at the naked cruxdance
but this was to be a punishment?
because what I feel is excitement, pleasure, intense feeling
with the crowd watching me naked on the crux
I hope that this moment would never end .......
the crowd are waiting
when the guards take me to them
the cross awaits me lying on the ground
the guards remove my thong, I'm naked
they lay me on the cross, tie my feet and wrists
the cross is lifted from the ground
I am hanged, bound and naked
the crowd is excited with my body
I'm beginning the cruxdance
looking for a comfortable position
breathing is a bit difficult
my arms straight
the movements rubs my back on the wooden crux
all looking at the naked cruxdance
but this was to be a punishment?
because what I feel is excitement, pleasure, intense feeling
with the crowd watching me naked on the crux
I hope that this moment would never end .......
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
"You have the right to remain silent!"
So, anticipating that you could get tied to a cross, you did not mention that you were a CF-member.
Clever thinking, Sporus!
Justice only found out
when it was too late and you were enjoying your punishment!
(now what did you exactly do to get punished for??)
nothing but we thought it was time for our beloved Ascanio and therefore"You have the right to remain silent!"
So, anticipating that you could get tied to a cross, you did not mention that you were a CF-member.
Clever thinking, Sporus!
Justice only found out
(now what did you exactly do to get punished for??)
Attachments
Hangnail
Tribune
The slave girl stopped and wouldn't move.
I reached for her, but she wriggled away.
The feel of her skinny arm engulfed in my hand:
I remembered Prisca.
She was so young when I led her by the hand
To the empty barn, the horses away.
I took the slave girl's hand.
She walked with me.
This too would end with moans and a little blood.
But not in soft hay.
I reached for her, but she wriggled away.
The feel of her skinny arm engulfed in my hand:
I remembered Prisca.
She was so young when I led her by the hand
To the empty barn, the horses away.
I took the slave girl's hand.
She walked with me.
This too would end with moans and a little blood.
But not in soft hay.
Is this a deflowering tale?
I suspect it is a deft little crux story that leaves a lot of the work to the reader. As he guides the reluctant girl to the cross, the protagonist remembers another girl he once led by the hand. Very nicely done with so few words.
Yes, but not quite what her mother told her.Is this a deflowering tale?
It is very deftly done, and gets the imagination going.
Even the title carries some of the story.I like that a lot - it has a kind of 'oriental' economy,
just enough brush-strokes to create a vivid picture
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
All my life, I have never been able to write poetry.
Somehow, getting to know some of the very special Ladies on CruxForums inspired me to write this poor effort.
Dedicated the all the girls I haven't known before, but wish I had. (You know who you are, you're the ones I harass constantly with indecent proposals!)
Why are you here?
You keep asking yourself; Why are you here?
They’ve tied your arms wrist to elbow behind your back; Why are you here?
You are a careful person. You practice personal safety; Why are you here?
You dream of helplessness, you dream of pain; Are you dreaming you’re here?
You only dream dreams. Those are just dreams, they aren’t real; Why are you here?
You would never. It can’t happen, It’s not reality, It’s not real; Why are you here?
You have become very mistrusting, men have betrayed you, you cannot trust; Why are you here?
You asked these men to tie you, you asked these men to use you; Why do you trust them?
You live a normal life, you have normal friends, you do normal things; Are you normal?
You have a job, you are normal; you have family, you are normal; Are you normal?
You go out to normal events, you enjoy normal entertainment; Are you Normal?
You date normal guys, you date, but you’ve never told them what you want; What do you want?
You’ve never told your dates, never told about your dreams; You cannot trust them.
You never told your family, they would not accept you; You cannot trust them.
You’ve never told your roommate, she would horrified; You cannot trust anyone.
You’ve kept safe with your desire, safe in your dreams; Who will you trust?
They have a chain wrapped around your pretty little neck; Will they tighten it?
The chain is metal, it chafes, it hurts your neck; Will they tighten it?
You feel the chain on your windpipe, will you be able to breathe? When they tighten it?
You feel him pull the chain, will you breathe? will you strangle? He will tighten it!
You walked down here, you never come near here; Why today?
This is the place you always avoid, it not safe here; Why today?
It is dangerous here, scary, girls have gone missing; Why today?
You cannot trust this place, you dare not trust these people; Why are you here?
They have terrifying things, they show them to you; Why are you here?
They have knives and hooks, hard, sharp metal for your soft flesh; Why are you here?
They have a brazier, they have hot, glowing coals; Why are you here?
They have irons, they have heavy iron rods heating in the brazier; What do you want?
You wore your red dress today, the sexy, tight red dress; Why did you wear the dress?
You wore the red dress, you’ve never worn the red dress before; Why did you wear the dress?
You wore the red slut’s dress, the dress men look right through; Why did you wear the dress?
The slut’s dress to look like a whore, to go to that bad place; Are you a whore? Are you a slut?
You knocked on the door, it had bolts and heavy hinges; Why did you knock on the Door?
The door was thick, heavy, iron bands to reinforce the locks; Why did you knock on the Door?
Heavy and soundproof, once inside the door, no help will come; Why did you knock on the Door?
Beyond the door, you will have no hope, helpless and vulnerable; Why go through the Door?
You walked into the dark space, they were gentle and polite; Why did you walk into the Dark?
You knew they were evil, you knew they were not gentle; Why did you walk into the Dark?
They are cruel, they will hurt you, hurt you there in the dark; Why did you walk into the Dark?
You are so careful, you are afraid of the dark, since a little girl; Are you still afraid of the Dark?
You are tied, you are chained, you are helpless; Why don’t you scream yet?
So vulnerable, so aroused, so scared, so excited; Why don’t you scream yet?
They rip at your dress, your slutty dress, they rip it; Why don’t you scream yet?
They are rough now, they are hungry for your body, you are helpless; Do you want them yet?
You are tied, you are half-naked, they have tools of pain; Why are you here?
You are at their mercy, they will have no mercy for you; Why are you here?
Their faces show lust and cruelty, you see only desire to hurt; Why are you here?
They are coming closer now, they are holding horrible things; Why do you want this?
The hot branding iron comes near, you can see the heat; Why don’t you plead?
The iron is a peace symbol, a viciously cruel joke; Why don’t you plead?
You can feel the heat emanate from the solid iron, the cruel iron; Why don’t you plead?
The iron is coming closer to your skin, to your soft, vulnerable flesh; Will you ask them to stop?
Two men hold your arms, another brings the Iron toward your rear; You must scream soon!
They hold you tight and rip the last of your dress from your hips; You must scream soon!
They force your ass out, the other moves the iron steadily toward your cheeks; You must scream soon!
He drives the Iron into your cheek, the pain is real, you are being branded! You scream!
Somehow, getting to know some of the very special Ladies on CruxForums inspired me to write this poor effort.
Dedicated the all the girls I haven't known before, but wish I had. (You know who you are, you're the ones I harass constantly with indecent proposals!)
Why are you here?
You keep asking yourself; Why are you here?
They’ve tied your arms wrist to elbow behind your back; Why are you here?
You are a careful person. You practice personal safety; Why are you here?
You dream of helplessness, you dream of pain; Are you dreaming you’re here?
You only dream dreams. Those are just dreams, they aren’t real; Why are you here?
You would never. It can’t happen, It’s not reality, It’s not real; Why are you here?
You have become very mistrusting, men have betrayed you, you cannot trust; Why are you here?
You asked these men to tie you, you asked these men to use you; Why do you trust them?
You live a normal life, you have normal friends, you do normal things; Are you normal?
You have a job, you are normal; you have family, you are normal; Are you normal?
You go out to normal events, you enjoy normal entertainment; Are you Normal?
You date normal guys, you date, but you’ve never told them what you want; What do you want?
You’ve never told your dates, never told about your dreams; You cannot trust them.
You never told your family, they would not accept you; You cannot trust them.
You’ve never told your roommate, she would horrified; You cannot trust anyone.
You’ve kept safe with your desire, safe in your dreams; Who will you trust?
They have a chain wrapped around your pretty little neck; Will they tighten it?
The chain is metal, it chafes, it hurts your neck; Will they tighten it?
You feel the chain on your windpipe, will you be able to breathe? When they tighten it?
You feel him pull the chain, will you breathe? will you strangle? He will tighten it!
You walked down here, you never come near here; Why today?
This is the place you always avoid, it not safe here; Why today?
It is dangerous here, scary, girls have gone missing; Why today?
You cannot trust this place, you dare not trust these people; Why are you here?
They have terrifying things, they show them to you; Why are you here?
They have knives and hooks, hard, sharp metal for your soft flesh; Why are you here?
They have a brazier, they have hot, glowing coals; Why are you here?
They have irons, they have heavy iron rods heating in the brazier; What do you want?
You wore your red dress today, the sexy, tight red dress; Why did you wear the dress?
You wore the red dress, you’ve never worn the red dress before; Why did you wear the dress?
You wore the red slut’s dress, the dress men look right through; Why did you wear the dress?
The slut’s dress to look like a whore, to go to that bad place; Are you a whore? Are you a slut?
You knocked on the door, it had bolts and heavy hinges; Why did you knock on the Door?
The door was thick, heavy, iron bands to reinforce the locks; Why did you knock on the Door?
Heavy and soundproof, once inside the door, no help will come; Why did you knock on the Door?
Beyond the door, you will have no hope, helpless and vulnerable; Why go through the Door?
You walked into the dark space, they were gentle and polite; Why did you walk into the Dark?
You knew they were evil, you knew they were not gentle; Why did you walk into the Dark?
They are cruel, they will hurt you, hurt you there in the dark; Why did you walk into the Dark?
You are so careful, you are afraid of the dark, since a little girl; Are you still afraid of the Dark?
You are tied, you are chained, you are helpless; Why don’t you scream yet?
So vulnerable, so aroused, so scared, so excited; Why don’t you scream yet?
They rip at your dress, your slutty dress, they rip it; Why don’t you scream yet?
They are rough now, they are hungry for your body, you are helpless; Do you want them yet?
You are tied, you are half-naked, they have tools of pain; Why are you here?
You are at their mercy, they will have no mercy for you; Why are you here?
Their faces show lust and cruelty, you see only desire to hurt; Why are you here?
They are coming closer now, they are holding horrible things; Why do you want this?
The hot branding iron comes near, you can see the heat; Why don’t you plead?
The iron is a peace symbol, a viciously cruel joke; Why don’t you plead?
You can feel the heat emanate from the solid iron, the cruel iron; Why don’t you plead?
The iron is coming closer to your skin, to your soft, vulnerable flesh; Will you ask them to stop?
Two men hold your arms, another brings the Iron toward your rear; You must scream soon!
They hold you tight and rip the last of your dress from your hips; You must scream soon!
They force your ass out, the other moves the iron steadily toward your cheeks; You must scream soon!
He drives the Iron into your cheek, the pain is real, you are being branded! You scream!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
So very kind! Thank you from the bottom of my heart!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Some illustrative illustrations, not literal
Dreaming - is it real?
Did she walk into this? Was she forced?
Dreaming - is it real?Did she walk into this? Was she forced?
windar
Teller of Tales
That guy with the scythe or whatever that is is damned skilled-he managed to shred her clothes while leaving her nipples and genitals covered up enough that the magazine could be displayed at your local newsstand. One wonders if he has surgical training.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
There was a Master's level program in the 50' s at several prime Universities, covering how to use sharp implements in a manner that will not offend the censors.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
At the suggestions of friends, I have a revised, alternative version. Which do you like better?
Why am I here? Dream or Reality?
I keep asking myself; Why am I here?
They’ve tied My arms wrist to elbow behind My back; Why am I here?
I am a careful person. I practice personal safety; Why am I here?
I dream of helplessness, I dream of pain; Am I dreaming I’m here?
I only dream dreams. Those are just dreams; Why am I here?
I would never do it, It can’t happen, It’s not real; Why am I here?
I am mistrusting, men have betrayed me, I cannot trust; Why am I here?
I asked these men to tie me, I asked these men to hurt me; Why do I trust them?
I live a normal life, normal friends, normal things; Am I normal?
I have a normal job, I dress normal; I have a normal family; Am I normal?
I go out normal events, I enjoy normal entertainment; Am I Normal?
I date normal guys, I date, but I’ve never told them what I really want; What do I want?
I’ve never told My dates, never told about my dreams; I cannot trust them.
I never told my family, never let them know my secret passion; I cannot trust them.
I’ve never told my roommate, never told her who she shares with; I cannot trust anyone.
I’ve kept safe controlling my desire, safe living in my dreams; Who will I trust?
They have a chain wrapped around my pretty little neck; Will they tighten it?
The chain is metal, it chafes, it hurts my neck; Will they tighten it?
I feel the chain on my windpipe, will I be able to breathe? Will they tighten it?
I feel him pull the chain, can I breathe? will I strangle? He will tighten it!
I walked down here, I never come near here; Why today?
This is a place I would always avoid; Why today?
It is dangerous here, scary, girls have suffered here; Why today?
I cannot trust this place, I dare not trust these people; Why am I here?
They have terrifying things, they show them to me; Why am I here?
They have knives and hooks, hard, sharp metal for soft flesh; Why am I here?
They have a brazier, they have hot, glowing coals; Why am I here?
They have irons, heavy iron rods heating in the brazier; What do I want?
I wore my red dress today, the sexy, tight red dress; Why did I wear the dress?
I wore the red dress, I’ve never worn the red dress; Why did I wear the dress?
I wore the red slut’s dress, a dress men look through; Why did I wear the dress?
The slut’s dress to look like a cheap whore; Am I a whore? Am I a slut?
I knocked on the door, it had bolts and heavy hinges; Why did I knock on the Door?
The door was thick, heavy, iron bands reinforcing the locks; Why did I knock on the Door?
Heavy and soundproof, inside the door, no help can come; Why did I knock on the Door?
Beyond the door, no hope, helpless, vulnerable; Why go through the Door?
I walked into the dark space, they were gentle and polite; Why did I walk into the Dark?
I knew they were evil, I knew they were not gentle; Why did I walk into the Dark?
They are cruel, they will hurt, hurt me there in the dark; Why did I walk into the Dark?
Since just a little girl, I’ve been so afraid of the dark; Am I still afraid of the Dark?
I am tied, I am chained, I am helpless; Why don’t I scream yet?
Vulnerable, Aroused, Scared, Excited; Why don’t I scream yet?
They rip at my slutty dress, they rip it and tear it ; Why don’t I scream yet?
They are rough now, they are hungry for my body; Do I want them yet?
I am tied, I am half-naked, they have tools of pain; Why am I here?
I am at their mercy, they will have no mercy for me; Why am I here?
In their faces I see lust and cruelty, I see only desire to hurt; Why am I here?
They are coming closer now, they are holding horrible things; Why do I want this?
The hot branding iron comes, I can see the heat rise; Why don’t I plead?
The brand is a peace symbol, a sick, cruel joke; Why don’t I plead?
I can feel the heat emanate from the solid iron, the cruel iron; Why don’t I plead?
The iron is coming closer to my skin, to my soft, vulnerable flesh; Will I ask them to stop?
Two men hold my arms, another brings the iron toward my rear; I must scream soon!
They hold me tight and rip the last of my dress from my hips; I must scream soon!
They force my ass out, the iron moves steadily toward my cheeks; I must scream soon!
The iron presses my cheek, the pain is real, I am being branded! I scream!
Why am I here? Dream or Reality?
I keep asking myself; Why am I here?
They’ve tied My arms wrist to elbow behind My back; Why am I here?
I am a careful person. I practice personal safety; Why am I here?
I dream of helplessness, I dream of pain; Am I dreaming I’m here?
I only dream dreams. Those are just dreams; Why am I here?
I would never do it, It can’t happen, It’s not real; Why am I here?
I am mistrusting, men have betrayed me, I cannot trust; Why am I here?
I asked these men to tie me, I asked these men to hurt me; Why do I trust them?
I live a normal life, normal friends, normal things; Am I normal?
I have a normal job, I dress normal; I have a normal family; Am I normal?
I go out normal events, I enjoy normal entertainment; Am I Normal?
I date normal guys, I date, but I’ve never told them what I really want; What do I want?
I’ve never told My dates, never told about my dreams; I cannot trust them.
I never told my family, never let them know my secret passion; I cannot trust them.
I’ve never told my roommate, never told her who she shares with; I cannot trust anyone.
I’ve kept safe controlling my desire, safe living in my dreams; Who will I trust?
They have a chain wrapped around my pretty little neck; Will they tighten it?
The chain is metal, it chafes, it hurts my neck; Will they tighten it?
I feel the chain on my windpipe, will I be able to breathe? Will they tighten it?
I feel him pull the chain, can I breathe? will I strangle? He will tighten it!
I walked down here, I never come near here; Why today?
This is a place I would always avoid; Why today?
It is dangerous here, scary, girls have suffered here; Why today?
I cannot trust this place, I dare not trust these people; Why am I here?
They have terrifying things, they show them to me; Why am I here?
They have knives and hooks, hard, sharp metal for soft flesh; Why am I here?
They have a brazier, they have hot, glowing coals; Why am I here?
They have irons, heavy iron rods heating in the brazier; What do I want?
I wore my red dress today, the sexy, tight red dress; Why did I wear the dress?
I wore the red dress, I’ve never worn the red dress; Why did I wear the dress?
I wore the red slut’s dress, a dress men look through; Why did I wear the dress?
The slut’s dress to look like a cheap whore; Am I a whore? Am I a slut?
I knocked on the door, it had bolts and heavy hinges; Why did I knock on the Door?
The door was thick, heavy, iron bands reinforcing the locks; Why did I knock on the Door?
Heavy and soundproof, inside the door, no help can come; Why did I knock on the Door?
Beyond the door, no hope, helpless, vulnerable; Why go through the Door?
I walked into the dark space, they were gentle and polite; Why did I walk into the Dark?
I knew they were evil, I knew they were not gentle; Why did I walk into the Dark?
They are cruel, they will hurt, hurt me there in the dark; Why did I walk into the Dark?
Since just a little girl, I’ve been so afraid of the dark; Am I still afraid of the Dark?
I am tied, I am chained, I am helpless; Why don’t I scream yet?
Vulnerable, Aroused, Scared, Excited; Why don’t I scream yet?
They rip at my slutty dress, they rip it and tear it ; Why don’t I scream yet?
They are rough now, they are hungry for my body; Do I want them yet?
I am tied, I am half-naked, they have tools of pain; Why am I here?
I am at their mercy, they will have no mercy for me; Why am I here?
In their faces I see lust and cruelty, I see only desire to hurt; Why am I here?
They are coming closer now, they are holding horrible things; Why do I want this?
The hot branding iron comes, I can see the heat rise; Why don’t I plead?
The brand is a peace symbol, a sick, cruel joke; Why don’t I plead?
I can feel the heat emanate from the solid iron, the cruel iron; Why don’t I plead?
The iron is coming closer to my skin, to my soft, vulnerable flesh; Will I ask them to stop?
Two men hold my arms, another brings the iron toward my rear; I must scream soon!
They hold me tight and rip the last of my dress from my hips; I must scream soon!
They force my ass out, the iron moves steadily toward my cheeks; I must scream soon!
The iron presses my cheek, the pain is real, I am being branded! I scream!
That works well Praefectus, switching to first person really brings it to life for me,
I can certainly imagine myself into the scene. And a bit of editing has 'tightened' it,
it screws the tension up even more, and gives enough rhythm to carry the reader along,
while still conveying the jumpy anxiety with frequent jolts.
I can certainly imagine myself into the scene. And a bit of editing has 'tightened' it,
it screws the tension up even more, and gives enough rhythm to carry the reader along,
while still conveying the jumpy anxiety with frequent jolts.
