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Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
Facing the wood

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Sitting naked
on my cross
Heels dug in
soft damp earth
Arms wrapped tightly
'round my knees


Waiting fearfully
My turn next
to be stretched
back to wood
nailed and raised
to dance and die


So many others
raised already
Their plaintive moans
pitiful cries
prayers and curses
resound around me


I wait and wait
terror stricken
Why are they
so awfully slow?
Get it over with!
Please, just crucify me!


Here they come
at long last
Let go my knees
reclining helpfully
What point Is there
in resisting?


But wait
What's this?
An iron grip
on my shoulder
flips me over
Facing the wood


Banged head
Bloody nose
Knee on back
to hold me down
struggling, fighting
Facing the wood


Arms held
out forcibly
Bound fast with
rope in place
Nails to wrists
Facing the wood


Screaming, kicking
trying to rise
Slammed back down
Nails driven ruthlessly
through narrow wrists
Facing the wood


Raising head
looking left
then right
clenching fists
flowing blood
Facing the wood


Legs aligned
side by side
atop of stipe
Feet held down
heels out
Facing the wood


Struggling vainly
nail points held
'gainst my soles
Driven through
shattering bones
Facing the wood


Terrible pain
Twisting, writhing
sobbing, retching
Tears streaming
down my cheeks
Facing the wood


Cross rising
shaking, shuddering
Sliding down
wood abrading
soft fair skin
Facing the wood


Dropped in hole
Jarring impact
Hanging upright
Securing slats
driven home
Facing the wood


"Flog her"
chants the crowd
demanding their
fill of blood
and suffering
Facing the wood


I brace myself
Tender breasts
tumescent points
swelled and bulging
'gainst the post
Facing the wood


First one rips
across my back
cutting, slashing deep
Head thrown back
in anguished cry
Facing the wood


Back and forth
shoulders to hips
Angry stripes
rising welts
flecks of blood
Facing the wood


"Lower, lower"
cries the crowd
Vicious strokes
across tight little
quivering cheeks
Facing the wood


"Hot irons, hot irons"
demands the crowd
Frantic glance over shoulder
Fearsome glowing
red tip approaching
Facing the wood


Hands grip and
part my thighs
Intense heat
drawing closer
plunged in deep
Facing the wood


Head back in
howling scream
smell of burning flesh
Knees clasping, squeezing
hard 'gainst the post
Facing the wood


Hot iron driven
ever deeper
Nerves screaming
pain unbearable
passing out
Facing the wood


Hours later
regaining consciousness
Wracked with pain
hanging limp
eyes closed
Facing the wood


Crowd dispersed
Near silence
save for occasional
cries by others
begging death
Facing the wood


End is near
Strength ebbing
muscles cramped
head lolling
back and forth
Facing the wood


They came again
one last time
Swung a mallet
broke my legs
Scarcely moaned
Facing the wood


Open eyes for
one last look
Darkened sky
end of day
Death descends
Facing the wood



Barbaria, 2015
 
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Madiosi

Depictor of Dreams
Staff member
Facing the wood

View attachment 280797

Sitting naked
on my cross
Heels dug in
soft damp earth
Arms wrapped tightly
'round my knees

Waiting fearfully
My turn next
to be stretched
back to wood
nailed and raised
to dance and die

So many others
raised already
Their plaintive moans
pitiful cries
prayers and curses
resound around me

I wait and wait
terror stricken
Why are they
so awfully slow?
Get it over with!
Please, just crucify me!

Here they come
at long last
Let go my knees
reclining helpfully
What point Is there
in resisting?

But wait
What's this?
An iron grip
on my shoulder
flips me over
Facing the wood

Banged head
Bloody nose
Knee on back
to hold me down
struggling, fighting
Facing the wood

Arms held
out forcibly
Bound fast with
rope in place
Nails to wrists
Facing the wood

Screaming, kicking
trying to rise
Slammed back down
Nails driven ruthlessly
through narrow wrists
Facing the wood

Raising head
looking left
then right
clenching fists
flowing blood
Facing the wood

Legs aligned
side by side
atop of stipe
Feet held down
heels out
Facing the wood

Struggling vainly
nail points held
'gainst my soles
Driven through
shattering bones
Facing the wood

Terrible pain
Twisting, writhing
sobbing, retching
Tears streaming
down my cheeks
Facing the wood

Cross rising
shaking, shuddering
Sliding down
wood abrading
soft fair skin
Facing the wood

Dropped in hole
Jarring impact
Hanging upright
Securing slats
driven home
Facing the wood

"Flog her"
chants the crowd
demanding their
fill of blood
and suffering
Facing the wood

I brace myself
Tender breasts
tumescent points
swelled and bulging
'gainst the post
Facing the wood

First one rips
across my back
cutting, slashing deep
Head thrown back
in anguished cry
Facing the wood

Back and forth
shoulders to hips
Angry stripes
rising welts
flecks of blood
Facing the wood

"Lower, lower"
cries the crowd
Vicious strokes
across tight little
quivering cheeks
Facing the wood

"Hot irons, hot irons"
demands the crowd
Frantic glance over shoulder
Fearsome glowing
red tip approaching
Facing the wood

Hands grip and
part my thighs
Intense heat
drawing closer
plunged in deep
Facing the wood

Head back in
howling scream
smell of burning flesh
Knees clasping, squeezing
hard 'gainst the post
Facing the wood

Hot iron driven
ever deeper
Nerves screaming
pain unbearable
passing out
Facing the wood

Hours later
regaining consciousness
Wracked with pain
hanging limp
eyes closed
Facing the wood

Crowd dispersed
Near silence
save for occasional
cries by others
begging death
Facing the wood

End is near
Strength ebbing
muscles cramped
head lolling
back and forth
Facing the wood

The came again
one last time
Swung a mallet
broke my legs
Scarcely moaned
Facing the wood

Open eyes for
one last look
Darkened sky
end of day
Death descends
Facing the wood


Barbaria, 2015

Correct: Facing the Wood (II)
 

xso

Tribune
Facing the wood

View attachment 280797

Sitting naked
on my cross
Heels dug in
soft damp earth
Arms wrapped tightly
'round my knees

Waiting fearfully
My turn next
to be stretched
back to wood
nailed and raised
to dance and die

So many others
raised already
Their plaintive moans
pitiful cries
prayers and curses
resound around me

I wait and wait
terror stricken
Why are they
so awfully slow?
Get it over with!
Please, just crucify me!

Here they come
at long last
Let go my knees
reclining helpfully
What point Is there
in resisting?

But wait
What's this?
An iron grip
on my shoulder
flips me over
Facing the wood

Banged head
Bloody nose
Knee on back
to hold me down
struggling, fighting
Facing the wood

Arms held
out forcibly
Bound fast with
rope in place
Nails to wrists
Facing the wood

Screaming, kicking
trying to rise
Slammed back down
Nails driven ruthlessly
through narrow wrists
Facing the wood

Raising head
looking left
then right
clenching fists
flowing blood
Facing the wood

Legs aligned
side by side
atop of stipe
Feet held down
heels out
Facing the wood

Struggling vainly
nail points held
'gainst my soles
Driven through
shattering bones
Facing the wood

Terrible pain
Twisting, writhing
sobbing, retching
Tears streaming
down my cheeks
Facing the wood

Cross rising
shaking, shuddering
Sliding down
wood abrading
soft fair skin
Facing the wood

Dropped in hole
Jarring impact
Hanging upright
Securing slats
driven home
Facing the wood

"Flog her"
chants the crowd
demanding their
fill of blood
and suffering
Facing the wood

I brace myself
Tender breasts
tumescent points
swelled and bulging
'gainst the post
Facing the wood

First one rips
across my back
cutting, slashing deep
Head thrown back
in anguished cry
Facing the wood

Back and forth
shoulders to hips
Angry stripes
rising welts
flecks of blood
Facing the wood

"Lower, lower"
cries the crowd
Vicious strokes
across tight little
quivering cheeks
Facing the wood

"Hot irons, hot irons"
demands the crowd
Frantic glance over shoulder
Fearsome glowing
red tip approaching
Facing the wood

Hands grip and
part my thighs
Intense heat
drawing closer
plunged in deep
Facing the wood

Head back in
howling scream
smell of burning flesh
Knees clasping, squeezing
hard 'gainst the post
Facing the wood

Hot iron driven
ever deeper
Nerves screaming
pain unbearable
passing out
Facing the wood

Hours later
regaining consciousness
Wracked with pain
hanging limp
eyes closed
Facing the wood

Crowd dispersed
Near silence
save for occasional
cries by others
begging death
Facing the wood

End is near
Strength ebbing
muscles cramped
head lolling
back and forth
Facing the wood

The came again
one last time
Swung a mallet
broke my legs
Scarcely moaned
Facing the wood

Open eyes for
one last look
Darkened sky
end of day
Death descends
Facing the wood


Barbaria, 2015
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Very powerful, thank's B! (The audience seems to have good taste, they know what to demand of the executioners.)
 

JimOregon

Magistrate
Well done, Barbara. I have never thought of facing the cross as particularly erotic. But the way way you describe it is very powerful. The back flogging could be done without causing premature death. Also, I can imagine after someone was on the cross for awhile and stopped squirming around the Roman soldiers might apply heat as you described to please the crowd.
 

montycrusto

Slave Trader
Facing the wood

View attachment 280797

Sitting naked
on my cross
Heels dug in
soft damp earth
Arms wrapped tightly
'round my knees

Waiting fearfully
My turn next
to be stretched
back to wood
nailed and raised
to dance and die

So many others
raised already
Their plaintive moans
pitiful cries
prayers and curses
resound around me

I wait and wait
terror stricken
Why are they
so awfully slow?
Get it over with!
Please, just crucify me!

Here they come
at long last
Let go my knees
reclining helpfully
What point Is there
in resisting?

But wait
What's this?
An iron grip
on my shoulder
flips me over
Facing the wood

Banged head
Bloody nose
Knee on back
to hold me down
struggling, fighting
Facing the wood

Arms held
out forcibly
Bound fast with
rope in place
Nails to wrists
Facing the wood

Screaming, kicking
trying to rise
Slammed back down
Nails driven ruthlessly
through narrow wrists
Facing the wood

Raising head
looking left
then right
clenching fists
flowing blood
Facing the wood

Legs aligned
side by side
atop of stipe
Feet held down
heels out
Facing the wood

Struggling vainly
nail points held
'gainst my soles
Driven through
shattering bones
Facing the wood

Terrible pain
Twisting, writhing
sobbing, retching
Tears streaming
down my cheeks
Facing the wood

Cross rising
shaking, shuddering
Sliding down
wood abrading
soft fair skin
Facing the wood

Dropped in hole
Jarring impact
Hanging upright
Securing slats
driven home
Facing the wood

"Flog her"
chants the crowd
demanding their
fill of blood
and suffering
Facing the wood

I brace myself
Tender breasts
tumescent points
swelled and bulging
'gainst the post
Facing the wood

First one rips
across my back
cutting, slashing deep
Head thrown back
in anguished cry
Facing the wood

Back and forth
shoulders to hips
Angry stripes
rising welts
flecks of blood
Facing the wood

"Lower, lower"
cries the crowd
Vicious strokes
across tight little
quivering cheeks
Facing the wood

"Hot irons, hot irons"
demands the crowd
Frantic glance over shoulder
Fearsome glowing
red tip approaching
Facing the wood

Hands grip and
part my thighs
Intense heat
drawing closer
plunged in deep
Facing the wood

Head back in
howling scream
smell of burning flesh
Knees clasping, squeezing
hard 'gainst the post
Facing the wood

Hot iron driven
ever deeper
Nerves screaming
pain unbearable
passing out
Facing the wood

Hours later
regaining consciousness
Wracked with pain
hanging limp
eyes closed
Facing the wood

Crowd dispersed
Near silence
save for occasional
cries by others
begging death
Facing the wood

End is near
Strength ebbing
muscles cramped
head lolling
back and forth
Facing the wood

The came again
one last time
Swung a mallet
broke my legs
Scarcely moaned
Facing the wood

Open eyes for
one last look
Darkened sky
end of day
Death descends
Facing the wood


Barbaria, 2015
Good Stuff Barb! Crucified like Alkimila, facing the wood, which shows off your lovely bum. Awesome work!
 

Wragg

Chronicler of Crux
Staff member
Facing the wood

View attachment 280797

Sitting naked
on my cross
Heels dug in
soft damp earth
Arms wrapped tightly
'round my knees

Waiting fearfully
My turn next
to be stretched
back to wood
nailed and raised
to dance and die

So many others
raised already
Their plaintive moans
pitiful cries
prayers and curses
resound around me

I wait and wait
terror stricken
Why are they
so awfully slow?
Get it over with!
Please, just crucify me!

Here they come
at long last
Let go my knees
reclining helpfully
What point Is there
in resisting?

But wait
What's this?
An iron grip
on my shoulder
flips me over
Facing the wood

Banged head
Bloody nose
Knee on back
to hold me down
struggling, fighting
Facing the wood

Arms held
out forcibly
Bound fast with
rope in place
Nails to wrists
Facing the wood

Screaming, kicking
trying to rise
Slammed back down
Nails driven ruthlessly
through narrow wrists
Facing the wood

Raising head
looking left
then right
clenching fists
flowing blood
Facing the wood

Legs aligned
side by side
atop of stipe
Feet held down
heels out
Facing the wood

Struggling vainly
nail points held
'gainst my soles
Driven through
shattering bones
Facing the wood

Terrible pain
Twisting, writhing
sobbing, retching
Tears streaming
down my cheeks
Facing the wood

Cross rising
shaking, shuddering
Sliding down
wood abrading
soft fair skin
Facing the wood

Dropped in hole
Jarring impact
Hanging upright
Securing slats
driven home
Facing the wood

"Flog her"
chants the crowd
demanding their
fill of blood
and suffering
Facing the wood

I brace myself
Tender breasts
tumescent points
swelled and bulging
'gainst the post
Facing the wood

First one rips
across my back
cutting, slashing deep
Head thrown back
in anguished cry
Facing the wood

Back and forth
shoulders to hips
Angry stripes
rising welts
flecks of blood
Facing the wood

"Lower, lower"
cries the crowd
Vicious strokes
across tight little
quivering cheeks
Facing the wood

"Hot irons, hot irons"
demands the crowd
Frantic glance over shoulder
Fearsome glowing
red tip approaching
Facing the wood

Hands grip and
part my thighs
Intense heat
drawing closer
plunged in deep
Facing the wood

Head back in
howling scream
smell of burning flesh
Knees clasping, squeezing
hard 'gainst the post
Facing the wood

Hot iron driven
ever deeper
Nerves screaming
pain unbearable
passing out
Facing the wood

Hours later
regaining consciousness
Wracked with pain
hanging limp
eyes closed
Facing the wood

Crowd dispersed
Near silence
save for occasional
cries by others
begging death
Facing the wood

End is near
Strength ebbing
muscles cramped
head lolling
back and forth
Facing the wood

The came again
one last time
Swung a mallet
broke my legs
Scarcely moaned
Facing the wood

Open eyes for
one last look
Darkened sky
end of day
Death descends
Facing the wood


Barbaria, 2015


I remember sneaking into a library when I was a kid and looking up in a book about crucifixion (no, you young whippersnappers, we didn't have the internet in those days! We had libraries, and encyclopaedias! :rolleyes: :doh:)

The book (dashed if I can remember what it was called) very authoritatively stated that women were 'always' crucified facing the cross 'to protect their modesty'.

Lacking a Zephyros to tell me any different, I believed every word!

I can remember my imagination conjuring up the view from 'behind' the cross (but in front of the woman), picturing breasts and knees either side of the wood, and probably had a 'sleepless' night :oops:

Now Barb's gone and done it again, the imagery she's created here will be with me all night tonight! Thanks Barb, another sleepless night! :eek:

:D

:goodjob:
 

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
I remember sneaking into a library when I was a kid and looking up in a book about crucifixion (no, you young whippersnappers, we didn't have the internet in those days! We had libraries, and encyclopaedias! :rolleyes: :doh:)

The book (dashed if I can remember what it was called) very authoritatively stated that women were 'always' crucified facing the cross 'to protect their modesty'.

Lacking a Zephyros to tell me any different, I believed every word!

I can remember my imagination conjuring up the view from 'behind' the cross (but in front of the woman), picturing breasts and knees either side of the wood, and probably had a 'sleepless' night :oops:

Now Barb's gone and done it again, the imagery she's created here will be with me all night tonight! Thanks Barb, another sleepless night! :eek:

:D

:goodjob:
I might have to join you, Sir. We can be the Sleepless Nights of the Round Table

awwwwwwwwwwww thanks you two ..... you are my shining knights :)
 
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