Alice's Voyage into Slavery

[Madiosi]

I have Part 5 and 6 to post in this format @Madiosi but then I will create a full pdf of the story with the pictures embedded and send it over to you for the archive. Is that ok my friend?

That would be ok for me.

 

[Jollyrei]

Alice in Perpetual Torment - Part 5

“Move it bitch.” Alice had been shocked by the sudden severity of the Queen’s words, especially after they had made love. And ‘making love’ was what it had felt like. Soft, gentle, loving, mutual in its pleasure … and then the words “It is time to crucify you!”

Alice had been unceremoniously taken from Queen Helios’s bedchamber, and led by a chain placed around her neck back into the woodland, which, now that the day was older, was drenched in sunshine and an almost stifling heat. A number of Amazonian Crossbows were trained upon her naked body as she was forced deeper into the undergrowth, to the place where a large wooden cross, fashioned from oak trunks, awaited her arrival.

The chain around her neck was removed and the poor, hapless captive was laid upon it, before being secured in what was a now very familiar manner.

"Raise her," one of the female warriors says.

It is heavy, the cross, and it takes all four attendant girls to lift it. As it rises up, Alice’s body slides down the upright and her wrists wrench in their clamps.

"Oh Fuck!" She cries as the pain in her wrists is joined suddenly by spearing pain through her arms as her full weight once more wrenches onto them.

An instant later she screams as the whole cross seems to lurch forward, at the same time dropping into the post-hole dug out earlier in preparation.

There is an alarming thump and Alice’s body jerks violently on her bound wrists, swinging forward, hanging freely. It feels like her shoulders have immediately dislocated and she lets out another scream.

Alice is hanging by her wrists from the crossbar. She is clearly in panic, her feet search for anchorage or support, scrabbling backwards for the post.

"Stop struggling so much girl," guidance is issued by one of the girls holding the cross still, so that they can ensure that the earth that has now been packed around the base holds it in place.

It is good advice however, as the continuous movement from the mounted girl swings her body about and tears heavily at the rope around her wrists sending pain along her arms and through her chest. She lets out another scream.

But her begging and pleading means nothing. Every movement is pain, until she finally finds a way to brace her bare feet against the wood of the cross, pushing against the tight ankle ropes and relieving a little of the weight on her arms. It is enough for her to catch a breath, although by now the sweat is streaming from her perspiring skin.

Finally, the cross is secured. Alice is fighting to keep her composure. It seems pointless to struggle and fight, but the pain will not let her settle.

Her feet slip off the wood against which they pushed making Alice twist and writhe, trying to get my feet free of their binding, but the knots are too good. They are secure, very much so.

"Oh, please," she moans, finally.

Alice tips her head back, trying to drive it against the upright and daze herself in order to escape the pain; but she can barely even touch her head to it, let alone hit it with any force.

She has been rendered totally helpless … again.

Alice is crucified. Hanging once more on a cross by her bound wrists, dripping sweat, her ordeal compounded by pain and the heat of the sun on her body.

Her naked body.

She can do nothing. Alice is mounted on this heavy oaken crossbar, her feet crossed and tied. Her arms and across her shoulders are screaming pain and getting worse by the minute.

The agony, the heat, the terror, each one is unbearable in its own right.

Her poor joints are seizing up with the stretching, tearing strain of being hung, hot pain flashes through the bones, along her shoulders, then down her sides and back.

With the crushing weight on her wrists, and her feet so cruelly nullified from finding any sort of meaningful leverage, Alice cannot do anything to alleviate her agony.

“Please! Someone!” She cries out again as her head rolls on her stiffened neck, moving from one sweat-soaked shoulder to the other.

Evening brings no relief. Even though the sun has gone down a little, there is no air, no breeze to provide relief. She had had no water all day, and no food since the previous morning.

Her pain keeps her feeling unbearably hot, sweating continuously, as the insects begin to bite and buzz around her suffering body.

Then voices.

“It is time to take to take her down and return her to the Port Town. Her ship is ready to leave.”

The Queen seems to be subject to a few mood swings.
The images are beautifully atmospheric. Great lighting.

 

[Fossy]

The Queen seems to be subject to a few mood swings.
The images are beautifully atmospheric. Great lighting.

That you @Jollyrei your feedback is very much appreciated

 

[Fossy]

Alice in Perpetual Torment - Part 6

As the three Amazonians accompanying her back to the crew of the ship, and its damnable Captain, were shot dead … pistol bullets hitting the forehead of each with frightening synchronisation, Alice’s eyes opened wide.

What was going on? The ship’s crew had been trading with the island … hadn’t they? But if so, why shoot the Amazonians dead? Alice felt no love for the powerful female tribespeople who had abused her body and crucified her, and she shared equal feelings of animosity to that young bitch Queen, Yacinta, the one who had actually fingered Alice while she was mounted on the cross!

But this was confusing.

Then the appearance of her nemesis. The brute of a Captain who wanted her as his concubine, moreover his sex slave … well that would never happen. He could take what he wanted from her body but not from her mind.

Set fire to the Port. Let it burn. We will take all they have in supplies and we will pay nothing. Set fire to the whole place.

Alice looked around, fear etched into her pretty features. Torches were thrown everywhere and the timber frames and thatched based roofing went up in no time.

Get her back to the ship and mount her high up on the rigging. I need to be able to see that body writhing as we sail away.

“Oh no, please no more …” But even as Alice spoke those pointless words, she knew that no mercy would be forthcoming.


******


Alice hung, silent, alone. Or at least that was how it seemed, high up on the rigging as the ship sailed away in the dark, leaving the burning Port behind them.

This crew had turned into pirates and her future looked bleak to say the least. But the future was not her concern right now. At this present time she could barely think straight, let alone concern herself with might happen tomorrow and the day after that.

She was cold, naked, suspended by her wrists.

Hanging, Alice could do little but reflect on her punishment, and its horrifying, agonising continuous nature … thoughts taunting her, driving her insane.

She was acutely aware of every moment, every shudder of chill that passed through her delicate body she hung silently, not uttering a sound, not moving, just stretched, naked, cold, against the harsh wood and a backdrop of the night.

A gasp as Alice attempted to draw shallow breaths into her raised ribcage. Her hands were shapeless claws above the rope, numb, useless. Her arms ached terribly.

She was truly accustomed to the agony of crucifixion, if aver one could be, and she knew that, suspended as she was, the muscles of her chest would need to work harder to maintain her breathing.

But her muscles began to fail, and Alice felt a shortness of breath, like suffocation. Her response was instinctive; try to pull herself up, and ease the pressure on her chest.

She managed to raise herself a few inches, catching breath: then hung lifeless, until forced again by lack of air to heave herself up; each time, kicking her feet, gasping air at the apex of each tortuous climb.

By the fourth time, a new strain had broken out over her body. Her arms and shoulders burning, her wrists cruelly bruised by the motion.

Each time she tried to rise up, Alice achieved a smaller distance, and captured less breath until finally her arms no longer had any strength left.

She fought to raise herself, gasping with the unending pain, the crippling agony that speared through her arms and chest. But she was too weak, and drooped helplessly beneath the ropes … gasping for her life … freezing … until she was freed, or until she died.

“Help!” She croaked towards the breeze in the air. “Please, I have been punished enough!”

Her words carried no more than an inch or two away from her mouth.

Defeated, Alice gasped, felt cramps spearing up through her sides, engulfing her belly, a hot fire of agony, and the spasms became sharper, shallower.

“Please!” she choked again, though now barely any sound emerged.

She knew that she was losing her conscious mind, but she also knew that they would let her die. These brutes enjoyed what they did to her far too much.

And alone, hanging by ropes, crucified on the ship’s rigging, abandoned and forgotten. Her body naked, without strength, suspended like a dead-weight, her chest spasmed again as her gasps drew less and less air, the blackness closed in.

 

[Fossy]

And so ends Alice's latest tortuous trial, her Perpetual Torment, at the hands of the barbarous Captain ... but it won't be her last, of that you can be certain. No doubt there will be further coverage of Alice's Voyage into Slavery in the not too distant future (just as soon as she has regained her strength ... well at least a little of it!)

Thank you for joining us ...

 

[bobinder]

She knew that she was losing her conscious mind, but she also knew that they would let her die. These brutes enjoyed what they did to her far too much.

And alone, hanging by ropes, crucified on the ship’s rigging, abandoned and forgotten. Her body naked, without strength, suspended like a dead-weight, her chest spasmed again as her gasps drew less and less air, the blackness closed in.

Wow - poor Alice!
After all she has been through, she missed her final opportunity to escape.
And now she has come full circle, back to the ship's rigging, where the tragedy of her 'perpetual torment' began.
I never did trust that Captain and his crew...

A dramatic denouement, with a detailed account of suffering by degrees, and spectacular illustrations revealing a veritable orgy of destruction! Against the backgrounds of the burning town, the crux figures include adaptations of Makar sources, including a composite created by Damian, in addition to a Rylsky portrait from the 'Geffi' series.

The production of this story evidently represents a lot of work, and the result is an original concept within the 'Alice Crux Story' genre. Well done, and thanks, Fossy!

 

[Fossy]

Wow - poor Alice!
After all she has been through, she missed her final opportunity to escape.
And now she has come full circle, back to the ship's rigging, where the tragedy of her 'perpetual torment' began.
I never did trust that Captain and his crew...

A dramatic denouement, with a detailed account of suffering by degrees, and spectacular illustrations revealing a veritable orgy of destruction! Against the backgrounds of the burning town, the crux figures include adaptations of Makar sources, including a composite created by Damian, in addition to a Rylsky portrait from the 'Geffi' series.

The production of this story evidently represents a lot of work, and the result is an original concept within the 'Alice Crux Story' genre. Well done, and thanks, Fossy!

And thank you bobinder for your continued support and excellent analysis. I have thoroughly enjoyed producing this series and it has only further cemented Alice's place in my heart ...

She and I will no doubt be back soon.

 

[Fossy]

The full "Alice in Perpetual Torment" story - words AND pictures can now be found here in the CF Archive ...

http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/resources/alice-in-perpetual-torment-by-fossy.757/

 

[Fossy]

The wind howled as the pendulous clouds closed in. The ocean had a way of doing that to the sky, and poor Alice was feeling every last chill throughout her naked body. Still refusing to bend to the will of the Ship’s Captain, knowing that if she performed as he asked her fate would become one worse than death, and so she reasoned that she might as well die with her final vestige of principle still in tact. That was why, as the Port City came into view and the ship sailed into its harbour, Alice was tied naked to the rigging mast, hands and feet bound tightly to the roughly hewn wood ...

For all you comic fans out there this is the Graphic Novel version of the previously published Photo Manipulation story "Alice in Perpetual Torment" starring the beautiful, stunning, one and only Alice Kiss!

Completing this work was a pleasure, and whilst nothing can quite beat seeing our gorgeous heroine in the flesh, this medium, in my view creates very provocative output. I have reposted the link to the Graphic Novel here so take a look and let me know what you think ...

http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/resources/alice-in-perpetual-torment-by-fossy.787/

I attach a few sample pages to whet your appetite Alice Fans!

 

[bobinder]

take a look and let me know what you think ...

Thanks, Fossy - I have commented on your samples here -

Alice Kiss - Crux Legend

'St. Eulalia of Merida' (Image hosted on DeviantArt - https://www.deviantart.com/mahashiva001/art/St-Eulalia-of-Merida-845401865 ) A new Alice picture from an established Alice manip artist is always an exciting affair, especially when the subject is a high quality crux manipulation...

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