This thread is for pictures, discussion, ideas, etc about the “cornu”, which is an appendage to a cross, designed to penetrate or impale the crucified victim’s pussy or anus (or both).
Please include here also links to stories or other content that feature the cornu, such as @Barbaria1 ’s...
Recently found a photographer named who does artistic nudes. Hidden in his portfolio is a couple dozen gorgeous shorts with crucifixion and crown of thorns (or Þorns as I like to spell it now hehe) themes.
Here are some examples - with more on the way!
A beautiful blonde girl nailed on the cross but she's still showing her feminity and her sex appeal. Great exemple of body expression to improve those five pictures.
Those pictures came from females Christ. vimeo.com/femaleschrist
So I am planning my first outside Crucifixion this week, hopefully. Thanks to this forum I learn a lot of information on how to make sure I have the best experience.
The pole, patibulum, ropes, loincloth, is all READY.
This is the place and the tree I'll be crucified on
I will be stretched...
The day appears step for step and what will be do?
See to some fanatic Philippians who let crucify them.
Other countries (Spain) with suspect religious tradition.
Roman Catholic church with Friday liturgy (without organ).
We, with our cross, but that is not a specific Eastern commitment.
After words and accusations, the verdict, flagellation, bearing the cross on your shoulder, you reach the location for the crucifixion.
Your clothes are pulled away and you get the ultimate knock on your shoulder, your both legs drawn to force you to stretch on the row wood of the beam.
I do not think so.
The cross plays such crazily important role in my/your life, since our earliest youth, become elder to say I will stop is to betray yourself. The cross is your fate, your Schicksal or your fatalité. You must accept the patibulum on your shoulders and walk with it life-long...
How far can you go to lead a girl to the cross?
make her interested, undress her shirt and see how she reacts, grip her wrists and let her kneel, stretch her arms highly, to prove how she endures the pain, put of her pant, bound her wrists and ankles with triangular folded...
Tripping and spilling red wine over the toga of the local magistrate was her first offence.
He had been the guest of honor, so whipping was the least she could expect.
I had hoped master's anger had cooled down after he whipped her.
Her wounds had closed but we both knew the marks would last her...