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Sasha, the girl who betrayed Mr B

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Wragg

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Those who have both long memories and also were past members of the Crux Foundation may - just - dimly remember that in 2011 I published a series of poorly executed pencil sketches telling the sad tale of Sasha.

This was in response to a request by a member there called Buchatron who particularly wanted to see a woman crucified in their briefs. So he gave the name 'Mr B' to the story.

The story is long lost, but I kept the pictures, or at least a version where she lost her briefs part-way through. I recall that 'Mr B' was a rather nasty gang leader in some god-forsaken and lawless country somewhere whose 'bit on the side', Sasha, had betrayed him to a rival gang. Not noted for his forgiveness he got a couple of his thugs to crucify the poor girl. I think in the original version the rival gang turned up too late to save her from the cross but in time to save her from death.

Anyway, here's one of the original drawings.

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See what I mean? High art it isn't. :facepalm:

Now, I have been following the discussions in these forums about AI, and I fairly naturally fell to wondering what AI might make of my drawings. So I uploaded the above to 'Deepimage.ai', and it came back with the following:

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A freebie, you see, with the watermark, but sufficiently encouraging for me to spring for a few credits.

What I discovered was that AI is a very tricky beastie, and it's nearly impossible to get a consistent appearane across a story. Pretty much every image needs work from my Paintshop Pro, but I think I'll inflict the result on the long-suffering members of Crux Forums, if you don't mind.

So we start with one of Mr B's thugs shoving Sasha, plus beam, forward.

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Sasha doesn't feel particularly co-operative, so with a 'Fuck you all!' she throws the beam on the ground and makes a run for it.

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One of the thugs retrieves the beam, and sets it up in front of an ominous looking post.

Meanwhile Sasha is easily recaptured and brought back to the place appointed by Mr B for her severe punishment.

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Now we'll see some of the problems I've had with using AI to tell a story. As is well known, you have to describe what you want unambiguously to the software, but even so 'laying on grass' or 'man wearing a white shirt and blue trousers' can be widely interpreted by the AI. Sometimes I've had the executioners 'nude wearing white briefs' and Sasha in a white shirt...

So Mr B's thugs vary widely in their appearance, so does the background, though Sasha looks vaguely similar, except for some swelling and shrinkage of her breasts (I performed breast reduction surgery with PSP in one case.)

I am not a confident sketcher, so some of my sketching lines show through, but I think that they lend a certain home grown individuality to what could otherwise be the quite narrow variation of AI.

Anyway, five more images:


"Running away. That was stupid, Miss. Now you're gonna have to strip."

"Fuck off, bastard. I'm not going to take anything off for a knuckle dragging neanderthal like you!"

"Maybe I used the wrong words. You're gonna have to be stripped."

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"Fucking idiot! Leave me alone! Look! You've torn my shorts!"

"You just don't get it, do you Miss? I don't give a toss about your shorts - you won't be needing them again, and they won't fit me! Now, are you going to take your top off, or am I?"

"No! Just give me back my shorts! Please!" Sasha was beginning to panic. Up to now, she'd thought this was all some kind of crazy joke, a charade devised by Mr B to scare her into submission. Suddenly, she was not so sure of herself.

Then, she felt his hands on the back of her top, and she screamed as it was ripped off backwards, buttons flying off to join the litter on the grass.

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At the same moment, she spotted another of Mr B's gorillas. He was carrying rope, a large hammer, and some serious looking nails.

Standing in just her briefs, she shivered in the cold breeze. "C-come on, guys. I've told Mr B I'm sorry... I didn't mean any harm! But I shan't do it again, I promise! Now, just give me back my clothes and let's go home?"

The guy behind her said nothing. Her upper arms were seized in a vice-like grip and she was pulled over backwards onto the beam.

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The last of her bravado evaporated. The guy with the nails approached.

"Guys, listen. I know how to give a guy a good time. Look at me - I'm not bad looking! Let's go somewhere private, and I can make your dreams come true. Only, please stop, because I admit it. You're scaring the shit out of me!"

No reply. Her shoulders were pressed down firmly onto the beam. He was a strong man, she could not move. She felt her arm being pulled out along the beam, then a tiny prick on her wrist.

"HELP! SOMEBODY! HELAAAAAAARGHHH!"

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The pain was indescribable. Suddenly her world became the fire in her left wrist as with six powerful strikes of the hammer her wrist was permanently attached to the beam.

"AAARGH! FUCK!!! NOOOOO!! This cannot be happening! Get that fucking nail out of my wrist! NOW!!!"

Anger, fear, ordering, pleading, none of it made the slightest bit of difference, and moments later she lay in outstretched agony among the litter, both wrists savagely spiked to the beam. She looked up in horrified terror as they attached ropes to her beam, and fed them through a steel ring on the top of the post.


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These men knew what they were doing. They'd done this before. She was being crucified.

For real.
 
I dunno … I’d say what you’ve done is a stunning success!

"Fuck off, bastard. I'm not going to take anything off for a knuckle dragging neanderthal like you!"

"Fucking idiot! Leave me alone! Look! You've torn my shorts!"

She’s apparently learned a few things about attitude from me … not that it’s done her much good.:rolleyes::facepalm:
 
She’s apparently learned a few things about attitude from me … not that it’s done her much good.:rolleyes::facepalm:
Ah, yes. The Barbaria1 school of negotiating with the likes of Bull and Gunner.

Works every time.

Not.
 
Are those blue (cans?) in the grass intentional or just AI filler?

Nice series BTW
 
Anger, fear, ordering, pleading, none of it made the slightest bit of difference, and moments later she lay in outstretched agony among the litter, both wrists savagely spiked to the beam. She looked up in horrified terror as they attached ropes to her beam, and fed them through a steel ring on the top of the post.


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These men knew what they were doing. They'd done this before. She was being crucified.

For real.
'At least I am not naked before these disgusting perverts' she thinks...
 
So, the last seven:

As she watched in horror, the guy on her right began to pull on the rope. The ropes tightened and the beam started to move towards the post. It did, but she didn’t. Her wrists pivoted on the nails and it wasn’t until her arms were fully outstretched that her body began to move.

Sasha could never have believed that she might ever experience such intolerable agony.

“STOP! STOP! AAARGH! NOOO!”

“I swear that first goal last night was offside,” commented Ladder man, raising his voice slightly over Sasha’s protests.

“FUCK! STOP!”

“Too fucking right it was. Referee must be blind.” Rope man continued to haul on the rope, though the movement was jerky rather than smooth.

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The beam was now swinging in the air, Sasha hanging from it, desperately trying to keep her feet on the ground to relieve the pain in her wrists. “NO! PLEASE! STOP HURTING ME!”

“That guy Lopez, doesn’t he know that soccer has rules? He seems to do what he likes.”

Sasha was now on her toes, almost her whole weight now borne by her tortured wrists. Still she screamed, but no coherent words could be discerned.

“He wouldn’t know a yellow card, let alone a red one, if you stuffed it up his arse.” Rope man grunted as Sasha left the ground. He was now holding the weight of the beam as well as that of the howling, struggling girl.

“Whoa! That’s high enough!” The beam had risen to the level of a slot in the post, and ladder man thumped it back into place, and expertly banged in four pegs with his hammer to hold the beam in place. Sasha was making more noise than ever, but the two men took absolutely no notice whatsoever.
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He gave the beam a quick shake to check it was firm, then nodded to his mate. “You can let go now. When this slut’s done, it would be good to nail Lopez up in her place,” he remarked, as he unthreaded the ropes.

“We could get Mr B to put another post up. Lopez could keep her company!” joked the other, massaging his rope chafed hands.

“GET ME DOWN! FOR CHRIST’S SAKE! GET ME DOWN!”

Ladder man came down, and admired progress thus far. Then he frowned. “Why did you leave her knickers on?”

“I dunno, I just thought…”

“What, you just thought that you’d enter her for a best-dressed woman of the year award? She’s a whore, you pillock! She loves to be in the nude! Get ‘em off her!”

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“NOOOOOO!” howled Sasha, now totally naked. “I’m not… a whore… “

Rope man tossed her knickers onto the ground next to the shorts and top. “Says the girl who was offering us her body five minutes ago.”

Ladder man laughed. “Good. Your turn on the hammer.” He tossed the hammer over, then grabbed Sasha’s left leg and pressed her foot against the cross. Nothing Sasha could do, no words she could utter or scream out could make any difference to the escalation of her torture as another nail was driven through her left foot into the cross, Sasha’s blood mingling with the stains of that of the cross’s previous victim.

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“We’ll thrash them in the cup match, Lopez or no Lopez.” He grabbed hold of Sasha’s right leg with which she’d been trying, unsuccessfully, to kick him away.

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“Too fucking right. We’ll beat them by the same number of goals as the number of hits on this nail, you watch.” He practically threw the hammer onto the nail, the whole cross shaking as he did so. “One… two… three… four. Yep. That’s in. Four-nil. Mark my words.”

They stood back to admire their work. Sasha, sobbing, rewarded them by writhing in a hopeless effort to release the nails or to find a position that hurt slightly less.

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And the unmistakeable sound of a crucifixion had attracted attention. On the nearby road, cars were battling to park, phones were out, either for messaging friends to call them to the scene, or to record the spectacle. Among the cars was a police patrol car.

Sasha, through the mists of her pain, saw both the spectators and the police car.

“HELP!! ARREST THESE MEN AND GET ME DOWN! PLEASE! THEY CAN’T DO THIS!! HELP!!!”

The policeman raised his phone, took a picture. Then he returned the wave from Mr B’s men, blew Sasha a kiss, and drove away.

Mr B’s grip on this community was absolute. Not even the police dared to cross him. And it was far, far too late for Sasha to understand that simple fact.

Her last hope of rescue departed with that police car. There was nothing that she could do about the pain. Nor was there anything she could about the cold wind that danced around her nude body, or the cries of ‘slut!’ ‘traitor’ and worse coming from the spectators.

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She watched them laughing and filming her on their phones, some had brought their dogs with them for some exercise.

Their world was fun, laughter, and normality. To them she was an object for entertainment.

Her world was public torture and humiliation, hanging from that cross, weeping tears of hopeless desolation, and wondering how many hours of desperate agony she had before her until the coming of her only hope of rescue – her own death.
 
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Ladder man laughed. “Good. Your turn on the hammer.” He tossed the hammer over, then grabbed Sasha’s left leg and pressed her foot against the cross. Nothing Sasha could do, no words she could utter or scream out could make any difference to the escalation of her torture as another nail was driven through her left foot into the cross, Sasha’s blood mingling with the stains of that of the cross’s previous victim.

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“We’ll thrash them in the cup match, Lopez or no Lopez.” He grabbed hold of Sasha’s right leg with which she’d been trying, unsuccessfully, to kick him away.

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“Too fucking right. We’ll beat them by the same number of goals as the number of hits on this nail, you watch.” He practically threw the hammer onto the nail, the whole cross shaking as he did so. “One… two… three… four. Yep. That’s in. Four-nil. Mark my words.”
oh, how she hates being nailed to the cross!

I fixed a picture and am glad to see she lost her underwear!!!
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oh, how she hates being nailed to the cross!
Regardless of the circumstances, Sasha wants to look good when pics are taken! :devil:

Sasha, through the mists of her pain, saw both the spectators and the police car.

“HELP!! ARREST THESE MEN AND GET ME DOWN! PLEASE! THEY CAN’T DO THIS!! HELP!!!”

The policeman raised his phone, took a picture. Then he returned the wave from Mr B’s men, blew Sasha a kiss, and drove away.
"Support your local police!" :facepalm:
 
See what I mean? High art it isn't.
I can't complain - I can't draw to save my own life.

What I discovered was that AI is a very tricky beastie, and it's nearly impossible to get a consistent appearane across a story. Pretty much every image needs work from my Paintshop Pro, but I think I'll inflict the result on the long-suffering members of Crux Forums, if you don't mind.
Don't mind at all. I think you got pretty good results, and I like the way you used AI to enhance the drawings, but they retain their drawing-like aspect as well. It's quite effective.

She’s apparently learned a few things about attitude from me … not that it’s done her much good.
Never does you much good either, but it is entertaining. :devil:
 
Just imagine : AI generated complaints, hideous shoes, fine print, demerits..... :roto2palm:
I ran some drawings I did for 'The disappearance of Princess Cordelia' through Deep Image:

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And also one from 'Dux Rebellium'

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