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Hair and Nails
Well, everyone seemed to like the one time that I mixed stories with images. Even though I consider myself more of an artist, and more of a visual thinker, I think I can make something of a regular story that features my art. I could there is a certain appeal to giving the images backstories - a little bit of context goes a long way to solidify the erotic undertones of an images. Another reason I think stories will be great for my work; it will help smooth out my often erratic output with stories that will build anticipation for the images. To conserve narative momentum, all of my one-off pictures, old and new, will be tied to this thread.
So let's begin!
"Wake up!"
The woman moaned softly as the whip landed again on her exposed hips, wrapping around them before violently cracking back off. She hadn't the strength left to scream, her voice had been ruined by the events of the past eighteen hours. Even if she could scream, no one would hear her, spare Alexia. And she was quite sure Alexia would enjoy her pain.
Alexia was a carnifixa - a woman who's sole duty was the affixing of female criminals and political dissidents to the cross. She generally didn't question the crimes written on the titlus, except maybe to concoct a different, crueler, torture for the condemned. This one didn't even have a titlus. A non-person. Someone who was made to disappear. The best kind of titlus - she could do whatever she wanted.
"I'm not done with you yet," said Alexia, delivering another lash to the hips of the crucified woman, who swung out in response.
The next few lashes fell erraticaly. The woman moaned, and Alexia smiled, satisfied that this woman was experiencing a prolonged session of the worst pain in her whole life. She wished to continue that pain. Whipping a woman on the cross was, of course, against the law - whipping was only delivered to prisioners as a disiplinary measure. However, Alexia had no doubt that the people who recovered the body would graciously assume that the whipping gad taken place prior to the crucifixion - for fear of finding out exactly how cruel a private crucifixion could be.
Alexia's whipping concluded after she felt there was no new areas to whip without damage to the woman's ability to suffer the cross for the next few days. But she didn't say it that way.
"I've decided to show you mercy, criminal," began Alexia "do you have any idea why?"
"Thank... you," the exhausted crucifixa whispered.
"I don't want a woman as beautiful as you to suffer alone," said Alexia, who embraced the woman with a deep kiss.
The woman responded as best as she could leaning in and taking in Alexia's soft lips and her warm breath. Even trapped on the cross with no way to avoid it, she still took the kiss, hoping that Alexia might yet show her mercy from the endless torture.
Alexia did show her sudden kindness, taking a sponge to her blood soaked face and body and cleaning her wounds. Alexia combed the woman's tangled hair, braiding and unbraiding it for fun, and gave her deep kisses many times. Alexia began to touch herself underneath her carnifixa dress.
Then her phone rang, and at once the moment between them ended. The sadist broke eye contact immediately. Alexia then smeared her wet fingers through the hair of the woman before casually answering her phone and listening to the instructions. Another crucifixion to perform.
Having teased the woman on the cross, she quickl left her there to suffer alone with her lust and pain. She dutifully marched into her old pickup truck and drove off, the dust cloud covering the clean crucified innocent once again.
Just another day in the life of Alexia the Carnafixa.
So let's begin!
"Wake up!"
The woman moaned softly as the whip landed again on her exposed hips, wrapping around them before violently cracking back off. She hadn't the strength left to scream, her voice had been ruined by the events of the past eighteen hours. Even if she could scream, no one would hear her, spare Alexia. And she was quite sure Alexia would enjoy her pain.
Alexia was a carnifixa - a woman who's sole duty was the affixing of female criminals and political dissidents to the cross. She generally didn't question the crimes written on the titlus, except maybe to concoct a different, crueler, torture for the condemned. This one didn't even have a titlus. A non-person. Someone who was made to disappear. The best kind of titlus - she could do whatever she wanted.
"I'm not done with you yet," said Alexia, delivering another lash to the hips of the crucified woman, who swung out in response.
The next few lashes fell erraticaly. The woman moaned, and Alexia smiled, satisfied that this woman was experiencing a prolonged session of the worst pain in her whole life. She wished to continue that pain. Whipping a woman on the cross was, of course, against the law - whipping was only delivered to prisioners as a disiplinary measure. However, Alexia had no doubt that the people who recovered the body would graciously assume that the whipping gad taken place prior to the crucifixion - for fear of finding out exactly how cruel a private crucifixion could be.
Alexia's whipping concluded after she felt there was no new areas to whip without damage to the woman's ability to suffer the cross for the next few days. But she didn't say it that way.
"I've decided to show you mercy, criminal," began Alexia "do you have any idea why?"
"Thank... you," the exhausted crucifixa whispered.
"I don't want a woman as beautiful as you to suffer alone," said Alexia, who embraced the woman with a deep kiss.
The woman responded as best as she could leaning in and taking in Alexia's soft lips and her warm breath. Even trapped on the cross with no way to avoid it, she still took the kiss, hoping that Alexia might yet show her mercy from the endless torture.
Alexia did show her sudden kindness, taking a sponge to her blood soaked face and body and cleaning her wounds. Alexia combed the woman's tangled hair, braiding and unbraiding it for fun, and gave her deep kisses many times. Alexia began to touch herself underneath her carnifixa dress.
Then her phone rang, and at once the moment between them ended. The sadist broke eye contact immediately. Alexia then smeared her wet fingers through the hair of the woman before casually answering her phone and listening to the instructions. Another crucifixion to perform.
Having teased the woman on the cross, she quickl left her there to suffer alone with her lust and pain. She dutifully marched into her old pickup truck and drove off, the dust cloud covering the clean crucified innocent once again.
Just another day in the life of Alexia the Carnafixa.