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montycrusto
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Spike, tear, sweat, grope, plead, weight, point, stain, force, hang, fall, rain, thirst, flail, torch, howl, strip, splay, twist, perch
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IgnikaMarcus' "Nailvember" Campaign.
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IgnikaMarcus
Governor
That helps to fill in the rest.
Thank you!
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montycrusto
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Those are the sort of prompts I like for things like Kinktober. Short and sweet.. Use any or none, whatever.. and good luck with your challenge.
IgnikaMarcus
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Deleted member 16320
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Hair and Nails
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Deleted member 16320
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didn't you understand the joke?
Fliegerbiene
Spectator
I read this in a book:
In a country outside the real world, every three months someone is sacrificed who happens to be in that village. It's an ancient world like around 1800. The people live as farmers.
The victim (a woman) is nailed to the so-called tree of life in the middle of a meadow at the end of the country. Hands above the head and feet to the right and left of the trunk, nails driven through under the ankles. So she remains hanging until the next victim arrives.
The day of Nailvember? I don´t care. Whenever you want.
In a country outside the real world, every three months someone is sacrificed who happens to be in that village. It's an ancient world like around 1800. The people live as farmers.
The victim (a woman) is nailed to the so-called tree of life in the middle of a meadow at the end of the country. Hands above the head and feet to the right and left of the trunk, nails driven through under the ankles. So she remains hanging until the next victim arrives.
The day of Nailvember? I don´t care. Whenever you want.
IgnikaMarcus
Governor
First image will come in the later hours, but it will be today.
Thank you for your patience and participation.
Thank you for your patience and participation.
IgnikaMarcus
Governor
Baron Von Sade
Governor
According to Tolkien's "Unfinished Tales", average height for a male Elf is 7 feet, and for a female Elf 6 feet. Average human Numinorian males were also 6 feet+, with the women being pretty much whatever average white girl height is. Lady Galadriel herself was 6.1 and was called "man high".
IgnikaMarcus
Governor
Figured I'd make her taller because Elf.
Later today, a haunting hour!
IgnikaMarcus
Governor
It's just coming up to midnight, on the night of All Souls ...
very silent now in the Forest, the storm of the past two days has quietened down,
no lights, the inn's closed down in lockdown,
just the sound of of the burn flowing fast after heavy rain,
an owl calling ...
through the woods, my bare legs brushed by the furze,
my bare feet sink in the wet fallen leaves,
a startled deer glimpses me, vanishes into the shadows ...
now, here's the place, the old motte,
climb up through the brambles,
wait for the call,
attention
legs apart, hands behind bum ...
time now, strip off ...
it's waiting for me, it's there on the rising ground,
dark, aged wood, stained with girls sweat and blood ...
now my time has come, to add to its trophies ...
sit on the stipes, feet either side ...
glance up, look around - still silence, faint whispers,
distant sigh of the sea ...
lie back, harsh grain against my bare shoulders -
stretch out my arms,
brace my body ...
sudden the shock, sharp through my wrist,
hideous agony, seizes -
my scream rings away through the high bare branches,
a bird caws ...
again. again, the pain,
my body's twisting now,
legs kicking madly,
swooning through seas of suffering, both wrists,
then, even worse, my feet ...
nailed so my legs flex wide,
my female flesh exposed ...
and now the lifting, slowly, body slipping,
strain on my arm-muscles stronger,
thighs striving to support ...
the jolt, the sickening drop,
the racking jerk to my shoulders ...
struggle to breathe, squirming to find control,
frantic, a furious, fruitless fight ...
sink down, gasping, sweat streaming ....
pain spreads through stretched arms, shoulders, chest ...
lift up my breasts, to the harsh night's skin chafing breeze,
force with my thighs, my hips sway, lifting,
swing free for moments, head shaking, locks tossed ...
too much, exhausted, sink, begin again ...
and so I dance, my dance of death,
the restless souls surround me, sighing, sharing my moans,
soon - but not soon enough - one more will join them ...
very silent now in the Forest, the storm of the past two days has quietened down,
no lights, the inn's closed down in lockdown,
just the sound of of the burn flowing fast after heavy rain,
an owl calling ...
through the woods, my bare legs brushed by the furze,
my bare feet sink in the wet fallen leaves,
a startled deer glimpses me, vanishes into the shadows ...
now, here's the place, the old motte,
climb up through the brambles,
wait for the call,
attention
legs apart, hands behind bum ...
time now, strip off ...
it's waiting for me, it's there on the rising ground,
dark, aged wood, stained with girls sweat and blood ...
now my time has come, to add to its trophies ...
sit on the stipes, feet either side ...
glance up, look around - still silence, faint whispers,
distant sigh of the sea ...
lie back, harsh grain against my bare shoulders -
stretch out my arms,
brace my body ...
sudden the shock, sharp through my wrist,
hideous agony, seizes -
my scream rings away through the high bare branches,
a bird caws ...
again. again, the pain,
my body's twisting now,
legs kicking madly,
swooning through seas of suffering, both wrists,
then, even worse, my feet ...
nailed so my legs flex wide,
my female flesh exposed ...
and now the lifting, slowly, body slipping,
strain on my arm-muscles stronger,
thighs striving to support ...
the jolt, the sickening drop,
the racking jerk to my shoulders ...
struggle to breathe, squirming to find control,
frantic, a furious, fruitless fight ...
sink down, gasping, sweat streaming ....
pain spreads through stretched arms, shoulders, chest ...
lift up my breasts, to the harsh night's skin chafing breeze,
force with my thighs, my hips sway, lifting,
swing free for moments, head shaking, locks tossed ...
too much, exhausted, sink, begin again ...
and so I dance, my dance of death,
the restless souls surround me, sighing, sharing my moans,
soon - but not soon enough - one more will join them ...
IgnikaMarcus
Governor
Nailvember Day 3: Tree in the Courtyard
Not exactly what @Fliegerbiene suggested, but similar.
Finished 2 minutes before midnight.
Not exactly what @Fliegerbiene suggested, but similar.
Finished 2 minutes before midnight.
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Deleted member 16320
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like in the beginning it's really great! I applaud!
IgnikaMarcus
Governor
Glad to see you're all enjoying it so far.
IgnikaMarcus
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