crucified; a girl receives her cross in a summer meadow
crucifixion;
the entrance, coercion, acceptance, undressing, submission, burdening, raising and hanging of a young woman in a lonely place.
This gallery investigates the humiliation of enforced nudity in a situation of complete powerlessness - captivity and hanging / crucifixion - together with the additional fear for many people of nakedness in public places.
She is brought to the place assigned for her torture, modesty acknowledged by a loin cloth and body covered overall with a makeshift dress, hands tied at back. Made to wait and then compelled to walk across to where the big wooden frame awaits her. Made to stand and look at the instrument on which she would undergo extreme torture. It is old and battered; surely it has held other women in its deadly embrace she thinks, looking at it with deep and fearful apprehension.
She must remove the improvised dress, revealing her fine breasts, and will be permitted a little time to come to terms with her situation. Hesitatingly releasing the knot at her neck, the folds of cloth she reluctantly allows to slide from her chest, turning her back to the tormentors. Breasts uncovered, bare, the skirt is unwrapped and thrown to the ground; her long legs are exposed as well now. She's naked save for the flimsy covering around her groin; the shame of it all.
Then the heavy device is loaded onto her back and she is made to drag it to the spot where she will be crucified. It is an arduous task, deliberately humiliating and intended to terrify, control and subjugate.
She completes the burdensome journey and collapses to her knees, the cross rolling over into the correct position for her fastening to the evil monster. First though, she is subjected to the penultimate humiliation.
No body covering is permitted on the cross; victims must be stark naked.
Now she must remove the last vestige of clothing, her shyness and modesty blatantly contravened. As earlier, nobody will assault her and remove her cover; she must reveal the intimacy of her femininity by her own hand. With great reticence, the article is undone at the sides, where the shaped cloth has been crudely tied. Slowly, slowly, she works at the knots until the material begins to fall away; she lets it go, almost. Yet still, she covers her breasts and tries to hide her vulva, to little avail.
Finally, she succumbs, accepts the inevitable and lies down on the cross, arms outstretched, accepting of her fate.
She is bound tightly with rope at each wrist and at the ankles; all is now ready for the lift into the upright.
When first raised, her strength allows for standing, but very soon the ache in her arms, the tension in her thighs, makes her slump a little, then a little more. She hangs on her arms, back hurting, shoulders aflame with pain. At least they hadn't flogged her beforehand as she understood was common practice for crucifixions, so the flesh on her back was not sore or broken. Nor had they raped her, as common criminals or terrorists might have done. Nevertheless, what she was undergoing now was no picnic.
Soon she will begin to writhe, this way and that, hips out to one side then the other, back arching, legs stretching, then bending, as she begins the dance of the newly-crucified. The only consolation is that her limbs are tied, not pierced by nails; small comfort.
Her head falls forward; she begins the long fight to endure the pitiless agony of crucifixion.
PS
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the entrance, coercion, acceptance, undressing, submission, burdening, raising and hanging of a young woman in a lonely place.
This gallery investigates the humiliation of enforced nudity in a situation of complete powerlessness - captivity and hanging / crucifixion - together with the additional fear for many people of nakedness in public places.
She is brought to the place assigned for her torture, modesty acknowledged by a loin cloth and body covered overall with a makeshift dress, hands tied at back. Made to wait and then compelled to walk across to where the big wooden frame awaits her. Made to stand and look at the instrument on which she would undergo extreme torture. It is old and battered; surely it has held other women in its deadly embrace she thinks, looking at it with deep and fearful apprehension.
She must remove the improvised dress, revealing her fine breasts, and will be permitted a little time to come to terms with her situation. Hesitatingly releasing the knot at her neck, the folds of cloth she reluctantly allows to slide from her chest, turning her back to the tormentors. Breasts uncovered, bare, the skirt is unwrapped and thrown to the ground; her long legs are exposed as well now. She's naked save for the flimsy covering around her groin; the shame of it all.
Then the heavy device is loaded onto her back and she is made to drag it to the spot where she will be crucified. It is an arduous task, deliberately humiliating and intended to terrify, control and subjugate.
She completes the burdensome journey and collapses to her knees, the cross rolling over into the correct position for her fastening to the evil monster. First though, she is subjected to the penultimate humiliation.
No body covering is permitted on the cross; victims must be stark naked.
Now she must remove the last vestige of clothing, her shyness and modesty blatantly contravened. As earlier, nobody will assault her and remove her cover; she must reveal the intimacy of her femininity by her own hand. With great reticence, the article is undone at the sides, where the shaped cloth has been crudely tied. Slowly, slowly, she works at the knots until the material begins to fall away; she lets it go, almost. Yet still, she covers her breasts and tries to hide her vulva, to little avail.
Finally, she succumbs, accepts the inevitable and lies down on the cross, arms outstretched, accepting of her fate.
She is bound tightly with rope at each wrist and at the ankles; all is now ready for the lift into the upright.
When first raised, her strength allows for standing, but very soon the ache in her arms, the tension in her thighs, makes her slump a little, then a little more. She hangs on her arms, back hurting, shoulders aflame with pain. At least they hadn't flogged her beforehand as she understood was common practice for crucifixions, so the flesh on her back was not sore or broken. Nor had they raped her, as common criminals or terrorists might have done. Nevertheless, what she was undergoing now was no picnic.
Soon she will begin to writhe, this way and that, hips out to one side then the other, back arching, legs stretching, then bending, as she begins the dance of the newly-crucified. The only consolation is that her limbs are tied, not pierced by nails; small comfort.
Her head falls forward; she begins the long fight to endure the pitiless agony of crucifixion.
PS
If you like the images and the storyline (or the idea of a narrative with sequenced images) then please be very generous with votes and comments so that I can assess reactions and either do more or quietly abandon the concept. Thanks