Try having 16 of the damn cute little ones!!!Sorry for the lack of output as i'm "catsitting" a cat and he does not tolerate
that i spend too much time in front of the computer
Just joking here but not too far from the truth......
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Sorry for the lack of output as i'm "catsitting" a cat and he does not tolerate
that i spend too much time in front of the computer
Just joking here but not too far from the truth......
Hornet, I rather think most of us realize you don’t have to do this at all, and that we’re pretty damn lucky you do.
poem21045
Tribunus Plebis
Sorry for the lack of output as i'm "catsitting" a cat and he does not tolerate
that i spend too much time in front of the computer
Just joking here but not too far from the truth......
I always feel preoccupied when I'm busy with a pussy. . .
And the double entendres flew fast and thick.
cruxlover
Tribune
Bom, Bom (as Basil Brush would say).
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hornet1ba
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Gabriella Sivilla ask me to create some renders to illustrate in 3d the excellent story from the thread by Jimsac (Scorpio) http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/sketches-by-scorpio.7151/
Here are some of her favorites with some word by her from this post:http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/sketches-by-scorpio.7151/post-447908
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After about thirty minutes her breathing, which has been always difficult, becomes extremely elaborate. Her hanging position expands her rib cage, and this causes her to be simply unable to exhale. Gabriella breaths in short shallow breaths, and little air enters her lungs. She experiences tightness in her chest, like somebody is squeezing her lungs with a vice, she feels increasingly smothered, she desperately gasps for air like a fish out of water, all in the meanwhile of the horrible, gruesome tortures inflicted upon her.
The mob notices how she is struggling to survive, and this drives them mad. They insult her, they tell to call her army to save her, they ask if she likes being of her throne. They look at her breasts, as she desperately fights to inhales some more air and they are put so well in evidence on her heaving chest.
Then a guard from down there cries out loud: "Come on, your Majesty, PULL YOURSELF UP!” and it is shouted so loud that it clearly reaches Gabriella's ears, even in the mid of all the insults and cat calls.
Gabriella closes her eyes for a second, her desperate cry of realization this time low: "nnnoooooo....." She hesitates a while, bracing herself against what is going to happen, against what is going to cause herself. Then, suddenly, she pushes with all her strength against the thick nails in her delicate feet.
The pain is hallucinating! It engulfs her long legs and pelvis, like they were peeling her skin away, like they were burning her alive with thousands of red hot irons, like they were mangling the bones in her feet. Miraculously, she is up, her legs straight as much as her nailed feet allow, her lithe body and beautiful face contorted with bolts of agony, her arms finally bent, her blood oozing from the terrible wounds in her limbs.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Her cry is terrible, heart-sickening, it brings with it all her body and soul, cruelly teared apart by the terrible torture. She gasps and inhales precious air, in her precarious balance on her wounded feet.
Bit by bit, at the cost of inhuman efforts and excruciating agony, Gabriella succeeds in straightening herself up. Cautiously, slowly, she bends her knees and lowers herself, her long beautiful legs half-folded. Then she lets herself hang from the nails in her wrists, her arms stretched, her tummy taut, the pain exploding in her head like they were torning apart her hands and at the same time immersing them in white hot lava.
In her half sitting position, she lets another of her heart-rendering howls escape her lips, conveying in it all the pain and agony which is being inflicted upon her, her eyes turned to the sky: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH nnnaaarrggggAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Then she lowers her head, defeated, hanging naked from her tree on pain.
Here are some of her favorites with some word by her from this post:http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/sketches-by-scorpio.7151/post-447908
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After about thirty minutes her breathing, which has been always difficult, becomes extremely elaborate. Her hanging position expands her rib cage, and this causes her to be simply unable to exhale. Gabriella breaths in short shallow breaths, and little air enters her lungs. She experiences tightness in her chest, like somebody is squeezing her lungs with a vice, she feels increasingly smothered, she desperately gasps for air like a fish out of water, all in the meanwhile of the horrible, gruesome tortures inflicted upon her.
The mob notices how she is struggling to survive, and this drives them mad. They insult her, they tell to call her army to save her, they ask if she likes being of her throne. They look at her breasts, as she desperately fights to inhales some more air and they are put so well in evidence on her heaving chest.
Then a guard from down there cries out loud: "Come on, your Majesty, PULL YOURSELF UP!” and it is shouted so loud that it clearly reaches Gabriella's ears, even in the mid of all the insults and cat calls.
Gabriella closes her eyes for a second, her desperate cry of realization this time low: "nnnoooooo....." She hesitates a while, bracing herself against what is going to happen, against what is going to cause herself. Then, suddenly, she pushes with all her strength against the thick nails in her delicate feet.
The pain is hallucinating! It engulfs her long legs and pelvis, like they were peeling her skin away, like they were burning her alive with thousands of red hot irons, like they were mangling the bones in her feet. Miraculously, she is up, her legs straight as much as her nailed feet allow, her lithe body and beautiful face contorted with bolts of agony, her arms finally bent, her blood oozing from the terrible wounds in her limbs.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Her cry is terrible, heart-sickening, it brings with it all her body and soul, cruelly teared apart by the terrible torture. She gasps and inhales precious air, in her precarious balance on her wounded feet.
Bit by bit, at the cost of inhuman efforts and excruciating agony, Gabriella succeeds in straightening herself up. Cautiously, slowly, she bends her knees and lowers herself, her long beautiful legs half-folded. Then she lets herself hang from the nails in her wrists, her arms stretched, her tummy taut, the pain exploding in her head like they were torning apart her hands and at the same time immersing them in white hot lava.
In her half sitting position, she lets another of her heart-rendering howls escape her lips, conveying in it all the pain and agony which is being inflicted upon her, her eyes turned to the sky: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH nnnaaarrggggAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Then she lowers her head, defeated, hanging naked from her tree on pain.
Hornet, her body’s what the crux addicts come for, but you have make her face reflect the appalling pain she’s enduring.
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hornet1ba
Guest
I took the easy way:Crown of thorns 3d model free
I've been comparing these amazing images with some of your early ones, Hornet. They were very good, don't misunderstand me, but the realism of these latest images is very, very impressive!
That makes a very powerful combination with Gabriella's narrative!
mp5stab
Hair and Nails
I can give you a better one if you want it.
Sure, nailed to a cross she will say anything!!!
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hornet1ba
Guest
Sure!
I'll take it
PM me or you can attach the zipped files here i think that that can
be done.
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hornet1ba
Guest
I'm the patient type,i can wait until the first!
10k (about 10meg) is about the attach files limit
i think.
10k (about 10meg) is about the attach files limit
i think.
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hornet1ba
Guest
This is a continuation of my homage to the drawing done by Jimsac and the stories written by different author found at the "Sketches by scorpio"
thread:http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/sketches-by-scorpio.7151/post-451132
The following text is by Gabriella Sivilla
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Gabriella has gone up and down the stipe two times now, each time delighting the crowd with her cries of pain, the mob enjoying every single movement of her dance on the cross, every expression on her pretty face contorted by agony.
Now she hangs down, breathing in shallow breaths, the crowd around her shouting their hatred, the vivid look of the green eyes in her face clearly showing that she is aware of all is happening to her. Her face is covered with tears, spit and blood.
"Damn it! The whore takes too long to go up again!" thinks Skorpianus, his gaze fixed on her body. Rapidly he has one of his soldiers give him a long spear, and approaches to the cross, his feet stomping in the dirty, while Gabriella looks back at him, her eyes filling with fear, her lower lips slightly trembling. He moves behind the stipe, so that Gabriella cannot see him, and she can just wait, shivering, her body racked by the agony of crucifixion.
With a wide grin Skorpianus looks up, his gaze immediately fixing on the crack between her rounded perfect buttocks. He thinks how it felt when he raped her earlier on in the barracks, ravaging her ass, and later, when she was already nailed to the patibulum, entering her tender pussy, and his cock suddenly throbs.
Slowly, he moves the spear blade there, letting Gabriella feel the cold iron just between her legs, touching delicately her private parts. She closes her eyes, shivering visibly now: "Oh my, they will impale me just there?" But then she cries again, a new explosion of agony in her head, as the nails in her wrists stimulate the carpal nerves.
Nervously, Skorpianus looks up, and moves the blade upwards, just at the small of her back, and suddenly jabs is. Gabriella feels the cold blade slicing her skin, entering her flesh, a new spurt of blood from this wound, a flash of pain in her head and in her whole body, and instinctively arches her back.
As, in her instinctive movement, she pulls at the same time at the fours nails in her wrists, the agony is hallucinating: "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH HHHHHH AAAAAHHHHHH AAAHHHHHHH AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH" much more than just the pain from the new wound.
The crown of thorns, that sign of mockery that they wanted to put on her to debase her from her Queenly status, punctures the delicate skin of her inner arms, producing deep bloody painful scratches there. She pushes her pelvis forward, her ravaged pussy so well on display, the blood and sperm from her cunt and on her inner thighs showing to everybody how harshly she was treated by the soldiers in the barracks before being brought on this hill to be cruelly nailed to a cross.
She yells from pain again: "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" as the mob erupts in laughter and cheers and call for more.
Gabriella opens her eyes, and looks around, keeping herself in this awkward position, like she were offering her pudenda to the crowd. The torture of a Queen on the cross.
thread:http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/sketches-by-scorpio.7151/post-451132
The following text is by Gabriella Sivilla
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Gabriella has gone up and down the stipe two times now, each time delighting the crowd with her cries of pain, the mob enjoying every single movement of her dance on the cross, every expression on her pretty face contorted by agony.
Now she hangs down, breathing in shallow breaths, the crowd around her shouting their hatred, the vivid look of the green eyes in her face clearly showing that she is aware of all is happening to her. Her face is covered with tears, spit and blood.
"Damn it! The whore takes too long to go up again!" thinks Skorpianus, his gaze fixed on her body. Rapidly he has one of his soldiers give him a long spear, and approaches to the cross, his feet stomping in the dirty, while Gabriella looks back at him, her eyes filling with fear, her lower lips slightly trembling. He moves behind the stipe, so that Gabriella cannot see him, and she can just wait, shivering, her body racked by the agony of crucifixion.
With a wide grin Skorpianus looks up, his gaze immediately fixing on the crack between her rounded perfect buttocks. He thinks how it felt when he raped her earlier on in the barracks, ravaging her ass, and later, when she was already nailed to the patibulum, entering her tender pussy, and his cock suddenly throbs.
Slowly, he moves the spear blade there, letting Gabriella feel the cold iron just between her legs, touching delicately her private parts. She closes her eyes, shivering visibly now: "Oh my, they will impale me just there?" But then she cries again, a new explosion of agony in her head, as the nails in her wrists stimulate the carpal nerves.
Nervously, Skorpianus looks up, and moves the blade upwards, just at the small of her back, and suddenly jabs is. Gabriella feels the cold blade slicing her skin, entering her flesh, a new spurt of blood from this wound, a flash of pain in her head and in her whole body, and instinctively arches her back.
As, in her instinctive movement, she pulls at the same time at the fours nails in her wrists, the agony is hallucinating: "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH HHHHHH AAAAAHHHHHH AAAHHHHHHH AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH" much more than just the pain from the new wound.
The crown of thorns, that sign of mockery that they wanted to put on her to debase her from her Queenly status, punctures the delicate skin of her inner arms, producing deep bloody painful scratches there. She pushes her pelvis forward, her ravaged pussy so well on display, the blood and sperm from her cunt and on her inner thighs showing to everybody how harshly she was treated by the soldiers in the barracks before being brought on this hill to be cruelly nailed to a cross.
She yells from pain again: "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" as the mob erupts in laughter and cheers and call for more.
Gabriella opens her eyes, and looks around, keeping herself in this awkward position, like she were offering her pudenda to the crowd. The torture of a Queen on the cross.
GabriellaSivilla
Governor
Wonderful!!! You really got the spirit of the scene! Amazing... 
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hornet1ba
Guest
Thank you Wragg!
I did improve my technique since i started this hobby but the main improvement is
due to the software and hardware improvement mainly the rendering engine
where the surfaces react to light in a more realistic way.
Also credit is due to the people that designed the 3d figure (Genesis3 in those renders)
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hornet1ba
Guest
Thank you for your support!
Kind of quiet right now except that i'm doing some experiment importing a Daz studio scene into Blender
here is some results:
