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hornet1ba
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I'm impressed those are excellent!
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hornet1ba
Guest
Hello Bartnel i did download all of your .gif and joined them to make a small movie:can i upload it here?
P.S. i know that you all want to see it but i need Bartnel permission before i do.
P.S. i know that you all want to see it but i need Bartnel permission before i do.
jimsac
Tribune
That second one is insanely erotic, Top-Cat. Thanks for the post!
jimsac
Tribune
jimsac
Tribune
Best orgasm.... ever!
Thanks for posting....
Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
The last one is hyperenergetic.
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Bartnel
Governor
Yes... no pb
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hornet1ba
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So here it is:
danielle926
Executioner
That is a great job putting it all together. Really great !!
My one small critique is that you have the last 2 scenes flip flopped. The scene where she is looking at her nailed wrist should be the last in the sequence but instead it is shown before her wrist is actually nailed.
But it's even more intense when seeing it in a sequence like that.....I'm really impressed with what you did
arber1456
Executioner
Wonderful video, thank you, Hornet. I think, it will not the end.
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hornet1ba
Guest
That is a great job putting it all together. Really great !!
My one small critique is that you have the last 2 scenes flip flopped. The scene where she is looking at her nailed wrist should be the last in the sequence but instead it is shown before her wrist is actually nailed.
But it's even more intense when seeing it in a sequence like that.....I'm really impressed with what you did
You are right Danielle926 thankfully its easy to fix
Here is the corrected version also i dig up in my images archives what seems to be the end of the same demonic crucifixion and added a slideshow to complete the story.
By the way i'm using Aviutl (freeware software) to do this movie:http://www.videohelp.com/software/AviUtl
Note to the moderator:you can delete the first version of this video if space is important on the Cruxforums server.
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Very exciting, wonderfully realistic struggling, and I like the way she kneels and pleads,
but he just shows her the nails and her face is torn in horror and despair. Even as
she's laid on the cross, she makes a futile gesture to cover her breasts,
but her hands are immediately tugged apart. And the touch of making her roll over
and look - almost in disbelief - at her nailed right wrist, is superb!
but he just shows her the nails and her face is torn in horror and despair. Even as
she's laid on the cross, she makes a futile gesture to cover her breasts,
but her hands are immediately tugged apart. And the touch of making her roll over
and look - almost in disbelief - at her nailed right wrist, is superb!
danielle926
Executioner
I'm hoping there will be animation for the rest of it as well......it would be so incredibly intense
danielle926
Executioner
The depiction of her struggle as she is pinned down on her cross seems so realistic to me. I can imagine
struggling just like that if it were me. The intense fear knowing I am about to be nailed to my cross....
Catherine looked down at her youthful body in surprise. She had hated getting old, and she had preserved her good looks right into her sixties, but the last two decades of her life had been lived with increasing dismay when looking in the bedroom mirror.
Now she was dead, and so far, she rather liked it. She squeezed her left nipple and it felt taut and firm under her fingers. She pinched her ear, and it hurt.
“So it’s true,” she thought, “there really is life after death!” She remembered the stories of near-death experience, of walking towards light, and of meeting long-dead relatives. Well, no sign of the relatives, but there was a light…..
So she walked towards it. The light was coming from behind a fairly nondescript building, above the door of which a sign proclaimed: ‘RECEPTION’
She entered the building, and there was a reception desk, and behind the desk was a perfectly normal receptionist. Normal except for two things, firstly, she was naked, and secondly, she had wings, sprouting from her shoulders.
Catherine felt behind her. No wings.
“Welcome to the afterlife! Could I have your name please, and your date of birth into your last life?”
“Er, hello, my name is Catherine Templar and I was born on the 21st August 1928.”
“Thank you, please take a seat and we’ll be with you shortly.”
There was a waiting room there, but evidently the past few hours had been quiet in the hospitals of the world, for she was the only one there. She sat, a bit surprised to see BBC News 24 playing on a big screen. “It’s ever so useful!” said the receptionist, “sometimes it tells us we’re going to be busy even before the punters start to pitch up here!”
Catherine was just about to start asking her the first of the hundred or so questions in her mind, when a door opened.
“Mrs Templar? Do come through. My name’s Pete Fisher!”
She followed him, trying not to stare at his buttocks, but equally fascinated by his wings.
“Take a seat, Mrs Templar – or may I call you Catherine?”
“Catherine is fine, thank you, sir.”
“Oh, please call me Pete!” He retired behind a desk, and sat down. On the desk was a file, clearly marked with her name and date of birth.
“Now then, can I just check that your religion is Christian, please? If not, I can get someone else….”
“No, I am…or was, rather, a practicing Christian.”
“Excellent. Now then, first things first, you realised that you have, um, passed on from your previous existence?”
“Well, yes, but to be honest, I’m feeling much better now than I have done for about thirty years. So far, I’m finding being dead very agreeable.”
“Good. Now, see those two doors?”
“Yes.”
“Behind the right hand one is the place you know as ‘Heaven.’ Behind the left hand door is ‘Hell’. Which would you like?”
Catherine began to worry that she was missing something. “The, er, right hand one?”
“OK. You realise that you have to qualify to go through that door?”
“Well, I went to church regularly…..”
“Indeed, I suppose you could describe Christmas and Easter as ‘regular’.”
Catherine blushed. “Well, I….”
“It’s OK, cheer up. You gave lots to charity, you were busy most Sundays doing good works…..” he turned a page, “but you well and truly shafted your sister when you nicked her boyfriend in 1954….”
By now Catherine was flushed all over. “I….I….but…..”
“Fear not, there’s a note from her here. ‘Please forgive Cathy for that business with Joe. He was a jerk anyway!”
Catherine could have wept with relief. “Oh, Ellie, bless her!”
Pete carried on flicking through the file “Dodgy tax return 1966, gave a stranger a lift 1971, rescued a child from a burning building in 1976! Impressive!”
Catherine couldn’t resist a smile. “Awww, it was nothing….”
“Got an MBE for your work with cancer charities! Gave 72 pints of blood, not all at once I hope, scrimped and saved to get your daughter through Uni. Well done, Catherine!”
Catherine eyed the right hand door hopefully. “Why, thank you. I’m so glad you noticed!”
“But who,” asked Pete, “is CruxedSuzy28?”
There was silence while Catherine assimilated this bombshell. Nobody, but nobody in ‘Real Life’ knew about CruxedSuzy, her alter ego on Cruxforums. She gaped at Pete in dismay. No words would come to her aid. CruxedSuzy had been her solace since 2005, made her feel young again, admiring Bartnel and Jedakk’s art, among others, getting teased by The Hanging Tree and having Barb and Siss write poems about her, but it was her biggest secret…
“You fantasised about being crucified?” Pete laid his hands, palms upwards, on the desk. “Know how I got these?” he pointed to deep scars in his wrists.
“If….if you are who I think you are, they crucified you?”
“Too right they did. Upside down, just because I made some quip about not being worthy to be crucified the right way up. It took me three days to die, with my piss running over my face. Do you think I found that remotely erotic?”
“I don’t know……did you?”
“A bit, maybe, until they drove in the first nail. Then I just screamed for the first hour. I can’t believe you’d fantasise about having that done to you, though!”
“So, where does that leave me? I suppose that rules out the right door?”
He looked at her. “I had to go through three days of hell to get here. So will you! He rang a bell. The left hand door opened. An awful red glow was visible beyond the door.
Two of the foulest creatures that Catherine had ever seen strode through the door. Like men, but with flaming red eyes and horns. Demons!
“Good morning, gentlemen! This is Catherine. Alias CruxedSuzy28. Three days on the cross, please, then you must bring her back!”
They each grabbed an arm and dragged her, screaming, through the left hand door.
Now she was dead, and so far, she rather liked it. She squeezed her left nipple and it felt taut and firm under her fingers. She pinched her ear, and it hurt.
“So it’s true,” she thought, “there really is life after death!” She remembered the stories of near-death experience, of walking towards light, and of meeting long-dead relatives. Well, no sign of the relatives, but there was a light…..
So she walked towards it. The light was coming from behind a fairly nondescript building, above the door of which a sign proclaimed: ‘RECEPTION’
She entered the building, and there was a reception desk, and behind the desk was a perfectly normal receptionist. Normal except for two things, firstly, she was naked, and secondly, she had wings, sprouting from her shoulders.
Catherine felt behind her. No wings.
“Welcome to the afterlife! Could I have your name please, and your date of birth into your last life?”
“Er, hello, my name is Catherine Templar and I was born on the 21st August 1928.”
“Thank you, please take a seat and we’ll be with you shortly.”
There was a waiting room there, but evidently the past few hours had been quiet in the hospitals of the world, for she was the only one there. She sat, a bit surprised to see BBC News 24 playing on a big screen. “It’s ever so useful!” said the receptionist, “sometimes it tells us we’re going to be busy even before the punters start to pitch up here!”
Catherine was just about to start asking her the first of the hundred or so questions in her mind, when a door opened.
“Mrs Templar? Do come through. My name’s Pete Fisher!”
She followed him, trying not to stare at his buttocks, but equally fascinated by his wings.
“Take a seat, Mrs Templar – or may I call you Catherine?”
“Catherine is fine, thank you, sir.”
“Oh, please call me Pete!” He retired behind a desk, and sat down. On the desk was a file, clearly marked with her name and date of birth.
“Now then, can I just check that your religion is Christian, please? If not, I can get someone else….”
“No, I am…or was, rather, a practicing Christian.”
“Excellent. Now then, first things first, you realised that you have, um, passed on from your previous existence?”
“Well, yes, but to be honest, I’m feeling much better now than I have done for about thirty years. So far, I’m finding being dead very agreeable.”
“Good. Now, see those two doors?”
“Yes.”
“Behind the right hand one is the place you know as ‘Heaven.’ Behind the left hand door is ‘Hell’. Which would you like?”
Catherine began to worry that she was missing something. “The, er, right hand one?”
“OK. You realise that you have to qualify to go through that door?”
“Well, I went to church regularly…..”
“Indeed, I suppose you could describe Christmas and Easter as ‘regular’.”
Catherine blushed. “Well, I….”
“It’s OK, cheer up. You gave lots to charity, you were busy most Sundays doing good works…..” he turned a page, “but you well and truly shafted your sister when you nicked her boyfriend in 1954….”
By now Catherine was flushed all over. “I….I….but…..”
“Fear not, there’s a note from her here. ‘Please forgive Cathy for that business with Joe. He was a jerk anyway!”
Catherine could have wept with relief. “Oh, Ellie, bless her!”
Pete carried on flicking through the file “Dodgy tax return 1966, gave a stranger a lift 1971, rescued a child from a burning building in 1976! Impressive!”
Catherine couldn’t resist a smile. “Awww, it was nothing….”
“Got an MBE for your work with cancer charities! Gave 72 pints of blood, not all at once I hope, scrimped and saved to get your daughter through Uni. Well done, Catherine!”
Catherine eyed the right hand door hopefully. “Why, thank you. I’m so glad you noticed!”
“But who,” asked Pete, “is CruxedSuzy28?”
There was silence while Catherine assimilated this bombshell. Nobody, but nobody in ‘Real Life’ knew about CruxedSuzy, her alter ego on Cruxforums. She gaped at Pete in dismay. No words would come to her aid. CruxedSuzy had been her solace since 2005, made her feel young again, admiring Bartnel and Jedakk’s art, among others, getting teased by The Hanging Tree and having Barb and Siss write poems about her, but it was her biggest secret…
“You fantasised about being crucified?” Pete laid his hands, palms upwards, on the desk. “Know how I got these?” he pointed to deep scars in his wrists.
“If….if you are who I think you are, they crucified you?”
“Too right they did. Upside down, just because I made some quip about not being worthy to be crucified the right way up. It took me three days to die, with my piss running over my face. Do you think I found that remotely erotic?”
“I don’t know……did you?”
“A bit, maybe, until they drove in the first nail. Then I just screamed for the first hour. I can’t believe you’d fantasise about having that done to you, though!”
“So, where does that leave me? I suppose that rules out the right door?”
He looked at her. “I had to go through three days of hell to get here. So will you! He rang a bell. The left hand door opened. An awful red glow was visible beyond the door.
Two of the foulest creatures that Catherine had ever seen strode through the door. Like men, but with flaming red eyes and horns. Demons!
“Good morning, gentlemen! This is Catherine. Alias CruxedSuzy28. Three days on the cross, please, then you must bring her back!”
They each grabbed an arm and dragged her, screaming, through the left hand door.