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I always do. Badly.
crumera
Crucifier of Pixels
Big render ahead 
Accompanied with Fiona, her bodyslave,
she had come to view her crucified servant.
Most likely to gloat, the guard expected..
Britta begged for her mercy.
Her mistress lost her composure and began to cry. Too late now!
Fiona hugged her mistress till she regained her composure.
Domina switched to a some foreign tongue while speaking to Fiona, the guard could not understand.
Why did she had to defy me in front of my husband?
I warned her! I warned her this would happen.
Yes Domina you did warn her.
Your husband did only what his honor demanded.
Horrified by the unrelenting bloody nails,
she stared at her outstretched friend, trying to avoid looking at her hands and feet,
while comforting her mistress.
All the while feeling deeply sad herself.
The pain etched on her former friends face,
became almost to much for her to bear.
She whispered: There is no way you could save Britta now, without your husband losing prestige.
I know you feel for her, but we better get away from here.
Before anyone of importance sees you here, lamenting a nailed up slave.
Plebs have seen us anyway.. yes domina it will be rumors, nothing more, as long as we bribe the guard.
She nods.. She hands over 1 gold coin.. that should buy his silence outright.
They walk away, Britta in pain staring after them in despair.
Let me know if you like this concept
Accompanied with Fiona, her bodyslave,
she had come to view her crucified servant.
Most likely to gloat, the guard expected..
Britta begged for her mercy.
Her mistress lost her composure and began to cry. Too late now!
Fiona hugged her mistress till she regained her composure.
Domina switched to a some foreign tongue while speaking to Fiona, the guard could not understand.
Why did she had to defy me in front of my husband?
I warned her! I warned her this would happen.
Yes Domina you did warn her.
Your husband did only what his honor demanded.
Horrified by the unrelenting bloody nails,
she stared at her outstretched friend, trying to avoid looking at her hands and feet,
while comforting her mistress.
All the while feeling deeply sad herself.
The pain etched on her former friends face,
became almost to much for her to bear.
She whispered: There is no way you could save Britta now, without your husband losing prestige.
I know you feel for her, but we better get away from here.
Before anyone of importance sees you here, lamenting a nailed up slave.
Plebs have seen us anyway.. yes domina it will be rumors, nothing more, as long as we bribe the guard.
She nods.. She hands over 1 gold coin.. that should buy his silence outright.
They walk away, Britta in pain staring after them in despair.
Let me know if you like this concept
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Tribune
Big renders are good!Big render ahead
Let me know if you like this concept
Relatable back-stories are good too.
And the image too. Although we want to see the full frontal view, it's like wanting to only eat dessert.
You made the right artistic choice to leave the viewer to construct the details in their head.
There was no doubt Deborah had been handing secrets to the enemies of the state and she must be put to death in this manner. But she had been the queen's lover and the queen knew she would hear Deborah's dying screams for hours if not days...
Poignantly portrayed. Well done.
her girlfriends must kiss the feet of the crucified
crumera
Crucifier of Pixels
The wife of Senator Albius looks at you confused.
You dirty pleb!! I will not kiss anyones feet! The slave Fiona calls for people to come to the aid of the senators wife.
A reward is mentioned. 3 burly men respond and smack some sense into the pleb who overstepped his position.
Some time later the men accept some silver coins for their"valiant" effort.
Then some more coins as a bribe to throw the semi unconcious pleb into the Tiber.
Will the insolent pleb survive his unvoluntairy bath?
Well that's something outside of the scope of my timetravel report on Britta's execution.
crumera
Crucifier of Pixels
A continuation/adaptation of https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/snapshots-from-my-timetravels.4474/post-560027
Her beautiful daughter held up by 3 nails to the cursed wood.
Displayed naked to everyone passing by on the road.
Never the tallest woman, the cross seemed to diminish her even more.
But thankfully in a way, not in pain anymore.
20 springs since her birth, she never would see another.
Please let me say goodbye to her she begged the executioner.
I'll give you a few moments with her if you pleasure me first.
She didn't hesitate and sucked his foul tasting dick.
She was relieved he didn't need long.
Say your goodbyes. he pushed her toward the cross on wich Maren hung.
She spat out the semen and wiped her mouth with her arm.
She crawled the few feet distance to her. reached for her feet.
She felt still warm to the touch she noticed,before she began to cry.
She must have felt so lonely and must have been in so much pain.
Maybe Maren even cried out for her.
At least the nails don't hurt my sweet girl anymore.
She bowed her head avoiding the ugly cruel nail,
then kissed the top of her foot.
I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you.
She got up, on her toes and kissed her daughter on the cheek.
Goodbye my love.
Hands grabbing her, dragging her over to a cross a few feet away.
She didn't resist, pinned down by 2 men to the ground.
She looked toward her daughter again.
May we meet soon in the afterlife.
Soon she was displayed naked for all to see, wracked by the pain the nails inflicted.
But unlike her daughter, her heart would not give out so soon.
Her beautiful daughter held up by 3 nails to the cursed wood.
Displayed naked to everyone passing by on the road.
Never the tallest woman, the cross seemed to diminish her even more.
But thankfully in a way, not in pain anymore.
20 springs since her birth, she never would see another.
Please let me say goodbye to her she begged the executioner.
I'll give you a few moments with her if you pleasure me first.
She didn't hesitate and sucked his foul tasting dick.
She was relieved he didn't need long.
Say your goodbyes. he pushed her toward the cross on wich Maren hung.
She spat out the semen and wiped her mouth with her arm.
She crawled the few feet distance to her. reached for her feet.
She felt still warm to the touch she noticed,before she began to cry.
She must have felt so lonely and must have been in so much pain.
Maybe Maren even cried out for her.
At least the nails don't hurt my sweet girl anymore.
She bowed her head avoiding the ugly cruel nail,
then kissed the top of her foot.
I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you.
She got up, on her toes and kissed her daughter on the cheek.
Goodbye my love.
Hands grabbing her, dragging her over to a cross a few feet away.
She didn't resist, pinned down by 2 men to the ground.
She looked toward her daughter again.
May we meet soon in the afterlife.
Soon she was displayed naked for all to see, wracked by the pain the nails inflicted.
But unlike her daughter, her heart would not give out so soon.
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SkinnyCrux
Magistrate
German Version here.
SkinnyCrux
Magistrate
In Germany the "Last Good Bye" is expressed with the words "Leb wohl". "Live good" is a too literal translation. "Leb wohl" is an idiomic german expression, which cannot be literally translated. In the english written stories which I am translating (and there are many...Think I can approve of this translation.
The only thing that strikes as odd is the expression Leb wohl.
Live good? against a corpse?
I am not fluent in german, so it might be a perfectly good expression.
Thanks for the translation
) there often are some of these idiomic expressions where I sometimes have to consider a long time how to translate it... But in this case it fits. Normally you say "Auf Wiedersehen". But if you definitively know that you'll never meet a person again, you say "Leb Wohl". PS: Sorry for my bad English.
Kodos the Executioner
Governor
I really liked the concept here! The look on the crucified rebel Britta's face in the second image was good too as she realized that she was doomed to her fate.Let me know if you like this concept
crumera
Crucifier of Pixels
Just slaves, my dear.
Getting rid of the slaves who shared master's bed,
not exactly according to his new wife wish.
A month after the wedding she caught him with the longbraided kitchenslave.
She had heard about his former mistress too.
In retaliation he told her he bedded her longtime bodyslave too.
She didn't back down when he told her he would have them crucified,
instead of selling them.
After witnessing her personal slave and friend crucified,
between the others she finally did back down.
Can't turn back now, wife. Bad for discipline,they are ruined anyways.
Next day he bought an experienced bodyslave for her.
Fucked her on the way home.
Seeing the 3 women writhing on their crosses and hearing the reason why, she knew.
He asked her if he could count on her silence to her mistress,
about any indiscretions she might discover.
Getting rid of the slaves who shared master's bed,
not exactly according to his new wife wish.
A month after the wedding she caught him with the longbraided kitchenslave.
She had heard about his former mistress too.
In retaliation he told her he bedded her longtime bodyslave too.
She didn't back down when he told her he would have them crucified,
instead of selling them.
After witnessing her personal slave and friend crucified,
between the others she finally did back down.
Can't turn back now, wife. Bad for discipline,they are ruined anyways.
Next day he bought an experienced bodyslave for her.
Fucked her on the way home.
Seeing the 3 women writhing on their crosses and hearing the reason why, she knew.
He asked her if he could count on her silence to her mistress,
about any indiscretions she might discover.
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Graf von Kreuzigung
Looks like a marital conflict, fought at the expense of the female slaves' lives.
crumera
Crucifier of Pixels
An alternative versions of events
Swinging
The germans had fled. The village liberated.
Irina the pet whore of the german commandant was found hiding.
The gallows was quickly readied for her.
Of all the volunteers Masha was chosen as her executioner.
A red army soldier, left behind in the village to keep order there,
had no problems with swift justice and knew how to tie a proper noose.
Her shirt and scarf given to one of the women present, whose own shirt was in tatters,
her shoes and stockings to another woman.
Soon Irina was standing half naked on a box,
arms tied behind her back,
a noose around her neck.
Masha approached the trembling woman
Any last words Irina?
Please forgiv...
Masha pulled the box forward.
As the box dropped the noose cut off the traitor's plea.
An experience executioner would never have made the mistake they made,
by placing the box forward of the gallows.
So the traitor swung on the gallows like a pendulum.
Her legs flailing while she tried to free her hands.
The ropes held.
Masha, whose son she ratted out to the germans stood there like a boss,
watching Irina slowly strangle.
She wouldn't get her son back, but at least justice was being served.
Swinging
The germans had fled. The village liberated.
Irina the pet whore of the german commandant was found hiding.
The gallows was quickly readied for her.
Of all the volunteers Masha was chosen as her executioner.
A red army soldier, left behind in the village to keep order there,
had no problems with swift justice and knew how to tie a proper noose.
Her shirt and scarf given to one of the women present, whose own shirt was in tatters,
her shoes and stockings to another woman.
Soon Irina was standing half naked on a box,
arms tied behind her back,
a noose around her neck.
Masha approached the trembling woman
Any last words Irina?
Please forgiv...
Masha pulled the box forward.
As the box dropped the noose cut off the traitor's plea.
An experience executioner would never have made the mistake they made,
by placing the box forward of the gallows.
So the traitor swung on the gallows like a pendulum.
Her legs flailing while she tried to free her hands.
The ropes held.
Masha, whose son she ratted out to the germans stood there like a boss,
watching Irina slowly strangle.
She wouldn't get her son back, but at least justice was being served.
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SkinnyCrux
Magistrate
Love your short stories.