• Sign up or login, and you'll have full access to opportunities of forum.

Some Sketches

Go to CruxDreams.com
Andyman said:
After such interesting story added to my drawing by Hangnail (thanks!), I decided to post the next series with no my own description, in order to not limit your own imagination. Only few technical explanations: This time only few people went to the gallows from the town together with the nearly naked condemned woman leaded by two soldiers and a civil assistant and witnessed the nailing and no one save guards stayed to the end (due to the horrible pain and big amount of blood after intestines perforation she died at the evening after just some 10 hours) - the people looking at the corpse on the last image are the casual passers-by. That's all. The background is up to you, ladies and gentlemen. Voila!
Click to expand...
I think you’re getting better and better, Andyman! I know I’ve said it before, but your depictions if the stripping are my favorite! In the set, we get more than one stripping image!! :)
 
Two vestals guilty of loss of virginity had been hanging on the wood for few hours only when the soldiers entered the scene with long spears and stood under their crosses. They thought that at least they would have momentary and not especially painful death after their hearts being pierced with the sharp iron points. They were very, very wrong...
 

Attachments

  • lancea defloratae.jpg
    lancea defloratae.jpg
    2 MB · Views: 597
Absolutely brilliant Andyman, these last ones are almost certainly a good depiction of the Christian married couple Timothy and Maura crucified together for refusing to deny their faith.
There are many more stories of virgin martyrs crucified which are probably worth depicting.
 
No husband is happy when he realizes that his young pretty wife has got three lovers, especially if they are far wealthier and more important for the authorities than he himself. He spent heap of money on the lawyers and got nothing. But at least there was no law which could protect his wife and he was able to punish her with the most cruel way. "Choose your own fate", he told her when they reached the top of the gallows hill, "Do you prefer to be nailed to this wood but have your tunic on? Or do you prefer to be gently tied - but in the nude? Do decide!" And he was not surprised at all when after a few seconds with no single word she began to undress herself. "Indeed, you're nothing but a whore", he laughed bitterly, looking at her splendid body for the last time. And when she finished and the soldiers torn apart her embroidered gown into four pieces, he turned back and mounted his horse. "Nail her!", he shouted to the soldiers and start to gallop to his villa taking no more notice of her cries and pleas.
 

Attachments

  • IMG_20190905_191507.jpg
    IMG_20190905_191507.jpg
    1.3 MB · Views: 574
Last edited:
Andyman said:
No husband is happy when he realizes that his young pretty wife has got three lovers, especially if they are far wealthier and more important for the authorities than he himself. He spent heap of money on the lawyers and got nothing. But at least there was no law which could protect his wife and he was able to punish her with the most cruel way. "Choose your own fate", he told her when they reached the top of the gallows hill, "Do you prefer to be nailed to this wood but have your tunic on? Or do you prefer to be gently tied - but in the nude? Do decide!" And he was not surprised at all when after a few seconds with no single word she began to undress herself. "Indeed, you're nothing but a whore", he laughed bitterly, looking at her splendid body for the last time. And when she finished and the soldiers torn apart her embroidered gown into four pieces, he turned back and mounted his horse. "Nail her!", he shouted to the soldiers and start to gallop to his villa taking no more notice of her cries and pleas.
Click to expand...

You should do a series of this great story!

Contrastified version of frame 1:
 

Attachments

  • hoping_to_be_roped.jpg
    hoping_to_be_roped.jpg
    439.5 KB · Views: 532
Andyman said:
The last kiss.
Click to expand...

A very special moment. He is already hanging, she is bound, and yet they share this final moment of contact, of passion and defiance. He is unashamedly rampant, she generous in her giving. They go together, and nothing can change that.

Andyman said:
...five more minutes later. No more kisses allowed...
Click to expand...

And now there is only the kiss of steel, penetrating their limbs, and the kiss of wood, the impaling cornu.
 
Andyman said:
No husband is happy when he realizes that his young pretty wife has got three lovers, especially if they are far wealthier and more important for the authorities than he himself. He spent heap of money on the lawyers and got nothing. But at least there was no law which could protect his wife and he was able to punish her with the most cruel way. "Choose your own fate", he told her when they reached the top of the gallows hill, "Do you prefer to be nailed to this wood but have your tunic on? Or do you prefer to be gently tied - but in the nude? Do decide!" And he was not surprised at all when after a few seconds with no single word she began to undress herself. "Indeed, you're nothing but a whore", he laughed bitterly, looking at her splendid body for the last time. And when she finished and the soldiers torn apart her embroidered gown into four pieces, he turned back and mounted his horse. "Nail her!", he shouted to the soldiers and start to gallop to his villa taking no more notice of her cries and pleas.
Click to expand...
That is making me remember my Yupar's Passion. Roman tricked me to suck Malachu'a cock to avoid nails but then the deceived me ;)
 
Andyman said:
...five more minutes later. No more kisses allowed...
Click to expand...

No more kisses, but they each get a final lover.
Andyman said:
...five more minutes later. No more kisses allowed...
Click to expand...

No more kisses, but they both get Rome as a final lover. Quite the threesome! I wonder if they ever played any bedroom games where the wife played the role of the man and put a toy up his bum...Greco-Roman society would frown on that, but in the privacy of the marital bed, who would ever find out?
 
Loxuru said:
Nice series!

Indeed! Both are married to the cross, which is a very demanding and selfish partner, that never lets go.

In wonder what their crime was.
Click to expand...

Here’s an idea that struck my fancy.

When the legions of the Republic destroyed Carthage in 146 BCE (as we view it), the survivors were sold into slavery. The male and female slaves were dispersed to opposite ends of the world, so that no man and woman from Carthage would ever copulate again, and their people would die out.

Given the sheer logistics of scale, a few errors were inevitable.

These two found each other on the estate of a veteran Legionary. The man had participated in the sack of Carthage, and when he was demobilized, he used some of his looted riches to buy slaves to work his farm. He specifically sought out the Carthaginian woman as a domestic and bed slave. He enjoyed the reminder of the first night of the sack of Carthage, when he had power over the whole city and all the women and riches he could find were his for the taking.

The man was a field hand, erroneously categorized as a Lusitania slave from Hispania. In actuality, he was Carthaginian, with enough knowledge of the dialect to fool the busy slave trader who sold him.

They met when the man accidentally uttered a Punic curse when he dropped a load of firewood he was dropping off at the main villa house. She whispered a Carthaginian saying to him, and a romance bloomed. The two took comfort in each other’s company and, eventually each other’s arms. Their fellow slaves arranged a small, secret Punic marriage ceremony for them. A small act of defiance against Rome.

The master found out when he overheard the couple talking together as he was making a late-night walk (his shoulder hurt that night. Throwing pila for so many years in the Legions will do that.

That night, he called the woman to his room and recounted the sack of Carthage as she licked his cock. He told her how he knew that the gods favored him when the first house he entered held only three cowering women. One immediately lunged at him with a stone knife. She was the prettiest of the three and looked to be just at marriageable age. He recalled the horror in her eyes when the flimsy knife snapped and broke against his armor. He took her right there while the other two women shrieked. They probably could have run, but where would they go. The smell of smoke and the screams of women (accompanied by the laughs of men) came from all around the house.

When he had spent himself inside the girl who had attacked him, the legionary plunged his gladius up her shitting hole, up to its hilt, kicked her face-first onto the ground, and proceeded to loot the house, keeping an eye on the two remaining women. At one point, two members of his Century came by to investigate the house. He invited them in to enjoy the women. One of the men clapped him on the shoulder and proclaimed to house to be Lucius’ Brothel.

Lucius’ brothel closed when one of the men, after climaxing in the bigger, slightly older woman, cut her belly open. Furious at the lost income, he threw the two men out and flagged down one of the slave dealers. The merchant lowballed him for the one remaining woman, but the legionary was eager to get to the center of the city, where the real treasure was, and the house was going to start stinking soon. He almost forgot his gladius.

“That money bought you,” the master whispered to his Carthaginian slave girl.

The next day, the master went into the city on his weekly trip to visit his relatives, connections, and maintain relationships with customers and benefactors. He returned with an execution team and a group of curious onlookers.

The Carthaginian slaves found themselves carrying their crosses to the execution site before they even knew they had been found out.
 
Last edited:
Aedile said:
Here’s an idea that struck my fancy.

When the legions of the Republic destroyed Carthage in 146 BCE (as we view it), the survivors were sold into slavery. The male and female slaves were dispersed to opposite ends of the world, so that no man and woman from Carthage would ever copulate again, and their people would die out.

Given the sheer logistics of scale, a few errors were inevitable.

These two found each other on the estate of a veteran Legionary. The man had participated in the sack of Carthage, and when he was demobilized, he used some of his looted riches to buy slaves to work his farm. He specifically sought out the Carthaginian woman as a domestic and bed slave. He enjoyed the reminder of the first night of the sack of Carthage, when he had power over the whole city and all the women and riches he could find were his for the taking.

The man was a field hand, erroneously categorized as a Lusitania slave from Hispania. In actuality, he was Carthaginian, with enough knowledge of the dialect to fool the busy slave trader who sold him.

They met when the man accidentally uttered a Punic curse when he dropped a load of firewood he was dropping off at the main villa house. She whispered a Carthaginian saying to him, and a romance bloomed. The two took comfort in each other’s company and, eventually each other’s arms. Their fellow slaves arranged a small, secret Punic marriage ceremony for them. A small act of defiance against Rome.

The master found out when he overheard the couple talking together as he was making a late-night walk (his shoulder hurt that night. Throwing pila for so many years in the Legions will do that.

That night, he called the woman to his room and recounted the sack of Carthage as she licked his cock. He told her how he knew that the gods favored him when the first house he entered held only three cowering women. One immediately lunged at him with a stone knife. She was the prettiest of the three and looked to be just at marriageable age. He recalled the horror in her eyes when the flimsy knife snapped and broke against his armor. He took her right there while the other two women shrieked. They probably could have run, but where would they go. The smell of smoke and the screams of women (accompanied by the laughs of men) came from all around the house.

When he had spent himself inside the girl who had attacked him, the legionary plunged his gladius up her shitting hole, up to its hilt, kicked her face-first onto the ground, and proceeded to loot the house, keeping an eye on the two remaining women. At one point, two members of his Century came by to investigate the house. He invited them in to enjoy the women. One of the men clapped him on the shoulder and proclaimed to house to be Lucius’ Brothel.

Lucius’ brothel closed when one of the men, after climaxing in the bigger, slightly older woman, cut her belly open. Furious at the lost income, he threw the two men out and flagged down one of the slave dealers. The merchant lowballed him for the one remaining woman, but the legionary was eager to get to the center of the city, where the real treasure was, and the house was going to start stinking soon. He almost forgot his gladius.

“That money bought you,” the master whispered to his Carthaginian slave girl.

The next day, the master went into the city on his weekly trip to visit his relatives, connections, and maintain relationships with customers and benefactors. He returned with an execution team and a group of curious onlookers.

The Carthaginian slaves found themselves carrying their crosses to the execution site before they even knew they had been found out.
Click to expand...
Very complicated story but as well a realistic one!
 
Loxuru said:
...the cross is a very demanding and selfish partner, that never lets go...
Click to expand...
Never say never. To the contrary, here you are the one-image short story from the borderland with a happy end.* Enough with innocent victims and cruel deaths of young female slaves!

*Maybe not for everyone: the soldiers collected 40 lashes each and spent an unpleasant four week long holiday in a nearby stone-pit for their wool-gathering.

And it took few months for the lucky girl to fully recover from the trauma and forgot about the nightmares in the loving arms of her freshly married husband in their small hut in southern Britannia where they found refuge.
 

Attachments

  • IMG_20190909_070951.jpg
    IMG_20190909_070951.jpg
    1.3 MB · Views: 464
Last edited:
Andyman said:
Never say never. To the contrary, here you are the one-image short story from the borderland with a happy end.* Enough with innocent victims and cruel deaths of young female slaves!

*Maybe not for everyone: the soldiers collected 40 lashes each and spent an unpleasant four week long holiday in a nearby stone-pit for their wool-gathering.

And it took few months for the lucky girl to fully recover from the trauma and forgot about the nightmares in the loving arms of her freshly married husband in their small hut in southern Britannia where they found refuge.
Click to expand...
An unusual outcome of a crucifixion indeed!. The soldiers were lucky to get away with only that punishment. If I had been their centurion, I would have crucified them.
 
Loxuru said:
An unusual outcome of a crucifixion indeed!. The soldiers were lucky to get away with only that punishment. If I had been their centurion, I would have crucified them.
Click to expand...
I suppose that on this outpost far away from the metropoly he had perhaps not enough soldiers to keep the borderland fully safe, so he could not be so wasteful and every trained legionnaire, even if slightly foolish, was necessary.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom