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Alice, Daughter of Barabbas
- Thread starter Wragg
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Is Alice losing her mind or giving up to the fact the horrible crucifixion will soon kill he?
A demonstration as the effectiveness of crucifying the easy 'enemy'. Nailing this fair lady to the cross and raising her until the toils of her crucifixion ends her life will indeed completes the state's grief against her and it satisfies the people's desires to see her as they never would have been able to...
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Alice has been raised well! Labour ethos is a highly esteemed value for her, even beyond the ultimate!
Doing a fine job with the manips here, Wragg! Splendid work. Don't want to discourage any of this, but just noting that your last illustrated opus doesn't seem to have taught you to avoid this sort of thing.
One can only sit back and bask in our good fortune. 
Mikerytel
Senator
Her body is enough to absolve the entire earth of every sin imaginable
Gentle Reader, I told @Jollyrei that I would never again attempt another illustrated storyDoing a fine job with the manips here, Wragg! Splendid work. Don't want to discourage any of this, but just noting that your last illustrated opus doesn't seem to have taught you to avoid this sort of thing.
I meant it too, but Alice, as @Mikerytel says, is like a siren, calling errant photomanipulators back towards rocky shores...
She hung there, sobbing and gasping in misery for some minutes, and by the time she became conscious once again of her surroundings, Ruth, too, had been ushered back down the hill, though she had remained at the front of the crowd. Of her father, or Deborah, there was no sign.
Alice felt utterly alone.
Then she became aware of groaning from her left, and remembered that there were two men on crosses either side of her. Alice desperately needed a friend, and they at least understood the pain of crucifixion.
“Hi!” she croaked, at the man to her left, but he was in too much misery to hear her.
“Hi!” She tried again, a little louder.
His head swivelled painfully, and their eyes met. “Hello…” he tried a smile, but it was rapidly replaced by a grimace of agony.
His eyes travelled up and down her nude body, and once again she felt shamefully exposed.
“I’m… Ramen,” he gasped.
“Alice,” she replied.
“Why……?” he managed. Long speeches were not possible.
“I….killed a….Roman. He… wanted to … rape me. You?”
“I…killed…a… chicken!” He almost managed a smile again. “You… win!”
“I’m Andrew,” came a voice from the other cross. Andrew had troubles of his own, but he had listened to their exchange. “We….killed….a chicken….together. It was… somebody else’s…chicken. At least….you….did something….worthy of….being… crucified!”
Alice spent a moment trying to adjust her position, crying out in the pain of doing so.
“Nothing…is worth….this, Andrew. Not even……murder! I wish… I’d let him…have me.” She thought for a moment. “I don’t suppose…either of you…. has found… a way… to ease…. the pain?”
Andrew screamed at a jolt of pain in answer to her question. “If I do, you’ll….be the first….. to know!”
Alice gazed up into the sky, pleading with God to end this atrocious agony.
If God heard her, he gave no sign. Despair. Utter, crushing loneliness.
She looked forlornly at the crowd below.
Nobody cared. Nobody understood. She had nothing to look forward to except death – and hours of anguish to come before then.
Alice felt utterly alone.
Then she became aware of groaning from her left, and remembered that there were two men on crosses either side of her. Alice desperately needed a friend, and they at least understood the pain of crucifixion.
“Hi!” she croaked, at the man to her left, but he was in too much misery to hear her.
“Hi!” She tried again, a little louder.
His head swivelled painfully, and their eyes met. “Hello…” he tried a smile, but it was rapidly replaced by a grimace of agony.
His eyes travelled up and down her nude body, and once again she felt shamefully exposed.
“I’m… Ramen,” he gasped.
“Alice,” she replied.
“Why……?” he managed. Long speeches were not possible.
“I….killed a….Roman. He… wanted to … rape me. You?”
“I…killed…a… chicken!” He almost managed a smile again. “You… win!”
“I’m Andrew,” came a voice from the other cross. Andrew had troubles of his own, but he had listened to their exchange. “We….killed….a chicken….together. It was… somebody else’s…chicken. At least….you….did something….worthy of….being… crucified!”
Alice spent a moment trying to adjust her position, crying out in the pain of doing so.
“Nothing…is worth….this, Andrew. Not even……murder! I wish… I’d let him…have me.” She thought for a moment. “I don’t suppose…either of you…. has found… a way… to ease…. the pain?”
Andrew screamed at a jolt of pain in answer to her question. “If I do, you’ll….be the first….. to know!”
Alice gazed up into the sky, pleading with God to end this atrocious agony.
If God heard her, he gave no sign. Despair. Utter, crushing loneliness.
She looked forlornly at the crowd below.
Nobody cared. Nobody understood. She had nothing to look forward to except death – and hours of anguish to come before then.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
How do they even dare complaining that their punishment is too harsh!?
Killing a chicken! The outrage! The poor animal stood one against two!
Well said, sir!How do they even dare complaining that their punishment is too harsh!?
Killing a chicken! The outrage! The poor animal stood one against two!
justarandomguy
Magistrate
Man, what is it with chickens being so relentless in most media?How do they even dare complaining that their punishment is too harsh!?
Killing a chicken! The outrage! The poor animal stood one against two!
I can already imagine other chickens turning them in to the authorities
Looks a bit like a @thehangingtree crowd, but more respectable (this ain’t Arkansas, Alice).She looked forlornly at the crowd below.
Another great post, Wragg!
Agree, a great post, Wragg. And Barbara should know well about the 'Arkansas crowds'. She has experienced them.
Do tell Alice what an addition to her crucifixion such a crowd can be!
Does it bother Alice neither man crucified with her has an erection at the sight of her naked body? Does she fear she does not excite them?
Mikerytel
Senator
Hearing her moan in discomfort arouses the crowd too
Funny you should say that, Tree.
I wrote a version where she looked at Andrew and he had a hard-on, and this turned Alice on. Aunt Deborah was scandalised, Ruth was amused, and one of the soldiers just said, "don't worry, ladies, this happens all the time."
As I wrote it, Alice had an orgasm, protected from the worst of the pain by her endocrine system, but paid for it in waves of agony as the hormones wore off.
Then I read it over and I thought I might use it in a future story but that it was a bit jarring in this story.
I'm not really convinced that arousal on the cross is possible, at least, not if you've been nailed to it.
Plus, I thought it would be a bugger to illustrate!
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Jealous, Barb?
But, as the day wore on, the sun rose higher and higher until it was getting scorching hot. Alice, like most she knew, never stayed out in the hot sun. But now she was nailed up here in full, blazing sun.
The increasing heat sent the centurion back to the barracks, and took many of the soldiers with him. Most of the crowd drifted off due to heat, boredom or the call of duty. The priests returned to the temple to chant their hypocritical oaths, so Ruth at least felt able to take off her head covering, judging, correctly, that the few remaining soldiers would not object to her company beneath Alice’s cross.
“Alice!” she called. “It’s me! Ruth!”
Alice looked around in confusion, wondering where the voice was coming from.
“Down here, Alice!”
Finally she looked down and located the owner of the voice. It still took a few seconds for recognition.
“Ruth!” she croaked.
“Where’s…. Dad?”
“I’m so sorry, Alice. The Romans took him away. He’s going to be flogged for attempting to attack that centurion.”
“AAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!”
“It’s all…. my fault! How… could I… have been… so… fucking… STUPID!?”
Alice wrenched at her nails in her emotional and physical anguish. Ruth waited patiently, reflecting that perhaps she could have been a little gentler in breaking that particular bit of bad news.
Eventually the writhing and the screaming subsided, and Alice looked down at Ruth once again.
“How could... I.... have been.... so stupid?” she repeated.
“Damn it, Alice, I have to tell you that if he’d jumped me from behind when I had a knife in my hand then I would have been right up there where you are! You mustn’t blame yourself!”
The increasing heat sent the centurion back to the barracks, and took many of the soldiers with him. Most of the crowd drifted off due to heat, boredom or the call of duty. The priests returned to the temple to chant their hypocritical oaths, so Ruth at least felt able to take off her head covering, judging, correctly, that the few remaining soldiers would not object to her company beneath Alice’s cross.
“Alice!” she called. “It’s me! Ruth!”
Alice looked around in confusion, wondering where the voice was coming from.
“Down here, Alice!”
Finally she looked down and located the owner of the voice. It still took a few seconds for recognition.
“Ruth!” she croaked.
What do you say to someone who is being slowly tortured to death in front of you? Ruth struggled to come up with something comforting or appropriate to say. But Alice spoke first.“Where’s…. Dad?”
“I’m so sorry, Alice. The Romans took him away. He’s going to be flogged for attempting to attack that centurion.”
“AAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!”
“It’s all…. my fault! How… could I… have been… so… fucking… STUPID!?”
Alice wrenched at her nails in her emotional and physical anguish. Ruth waited patiently, reflecting that perhaps she could have been a little gentler in breaking that particular bit of bad news.
Eventually the writhing and the screaming subsided, and Alice looked down at Ruth once again.
“How could... I.... have been.... so stupid?” she repeated.
“Damn it, Alice, I have to tell you that if he’d jumped me from behind when I had a knife in my hand then I would have been right up there where you are! You mustn’t blame yourself!”
Animated version of this image here:But, as the day wore on, the sun rose higher and higher until it was getting scorching hot. Alice, like most she knew, never stayed out in the hot sun. But now she was nailed up here in full, blazing sun.
https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/alice-daughter-of-barabbas.6763/post-418534
Another great chapter, Wragg. There is no doubt what is going through Alice's head as she suffers the tortures of the cross. Also, good description of Ruth's awkward helplessness!