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The Gods’ Edicts Part XI - Rei’s Recompense
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Illara
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-Prologue-
Rei had been sold into slavery as a teenager. Life expectancy for slaves in the Realm was dangerously low, and Rei had felt a deep and existential dread around death for as long as she could remember.
She was 28 years old now, which made her older than the majority of female slaves, and she felt that she had learned to perfection her role within the Realm. She was obedient, meek, and quiet. She never broke a rule or even had bitter thoughts towards her masters; she found that legitimately worshipping her masters made her complete obedience easier and more bearable.
Rei had pale skin and red hair and very large, curvaceous breasts with wide pink nipples that her slave belt around her chest did quite entirely cover. Her slender stomach sloped down to hips draped in her simple slaves’s loincloth, which was merely a rectangle of clothe with a string at the top, sitting low to just barely cover her ass and womanhood. She had not worn anything else, not even shoes or sandals, since the day her uncle had sold her into slavery.
But one day Rei had done something that she had never thought herself possible of doing. She lied to her master. And the consequences were brutal.
Rei had found a piece of evidence that suggested another slave was planning to attempt an escape. And she recognized the handwriting of Kaira, a slave girl who was about five years younger than Rei, who had a soft voice and an innocent smile and an aura that just made Rei feel at ease whenever they were tasked to labor together.
Rei felt shocked when she found the small, damning parchment. She knew the consequences for a slave planning to escape; crucifixion. An image had erupted in her mind of pure, sweet, innocent Kaira nailed to a cross in agony. And Rei had reacted unexpectedly.
She lied. She lied to her master and implicated two fellow slaves; Penny and Lexi. Both slave girls had been immediately arrested and were publicly executed days later, in a brutal public torture and crucifixion that Rei had watched alongside her master and his family.
It was shaken Rei to her core to see Penny and Lexi and a small host of other slave girls stripped, ravaged, and crucified on the stage in front of the entire city.
She had been unable to get the images out of her mind, and rid her soul of the crippling and all consuming guilt.
But the one day, some time after the public execution, she had been out in the courtyard cleaning when she saw someone pass by who just might hold the key to absolving her of her wretched shame and guilt…
Rei had been sold into slavery as a teenager. Life expectancy for slaves in the Realm was dangerously low, and Rei had felt a deep and existential dread around death for as long as she could remember.
She was 28 years old now, which made her older than the majority of female slaves, and she felt that she had learned to perfection her role within the Realm. She was obedient, meek, and quiet. She never broke a rule or even had bitter thoughts towards her masters; she found that legitimately worshipping her masters made her complete obedience easier and more bearable.
Rei had pale skin and red hair and very large, curvaceous breasts with wide pink nipples that her slave belt around her chest did quite entirely cover. Her slender stomach sloped down to hips draped in her simple slaves’s loincloth, which was merely a rectangle of clothe with a string at the top, sitting low to just barely cover her ass and womanhood. She had not worn anything else, not even shoes or sandals, since the day her uncle had sold her into slavery.
But one day Rei had done something that she had never thought herself possible of doing. She lied to her master. And the consequences were brutal.
Rei had found a piece of evidence that suggested another slave was planning to attempt an escape. And she recognized the handwriting of Kaira, a slave girl who was about five years younger than Rei, who had a soft voice and an innocent smile and an aura that just made Rei feel at ease whenever they were tasked to labor together.
Rei felt shocked when she found the small, damning parchment. She knew the consequences for a slave planning to escape; crucifixion. An image had erupted in her mind of pure, sweet, innocent Kaira nailed to a cross in agony. And Rei had reacted unexpectedly.
She lied. She lied to her master and implicated two fellow slaves; Penny and Lexi. Both slave girls had been immediately arrested and were publicly executed days later, in a brutal public torture and crucifixion that Rei had watched alongside her master and his family.
It was shaken Rei to her core to see Penny and Lexi and a small host of other slave girls stripped, ravaged, and crucified on the stage in front of the entire city.
She had been unable to get the images out of her mind, and rid her soul of the crippling and all consuming guilt.
But the one day, some time after the public execution, she had been out in the courtyard cleaning when she saw someone pass by who just might hold the key to absolving her of her wretched shame and guilt…
Illara
Governor
The Priestess of the Sisters of Suffering was walking by, in her tight-fitting white dress, with gold bracelets on her wrists and a golden chain around her waist. Her sandals were smooth, well-treated leather, and her long black hair was clean and cascaded around her face and shoulders. She looked to be in her early thirties and her curvy body was very accentuated by her snug dress. Rei approached and asked if she could speak.
The Priestess told her to tell her everything.
Rei had approached with caution and apprehension, but she knew that the woman served the Gods and was pious and a thrall to their superior ways. Rei knew the Gods demanded much suffering and loyalty, but they could also grant otherworldly peace and prosperity. And Rei’s guilt and shame was far too great a burden.
She looked into the Priestess’s big amber eyes and saw intelligence and curiosity and kindness. She was surprised how her confession spilled out her. She told her everything. All of it.
“You have confessed much, slave.” The Priestess said with a soothing voice.
Rei was on the cusp of sobbing, a few tears had already streaked down her cheeks as she had told of her lie and its deadly consequences. “Yes. Yes. I wish to have my soul forgiven by the Gods. To have the weight of guilt lifted from me.”
The Priestess nodded. “You were wise to come to me. Such a burden must be brought before the Gods. I shall assist you with this. But you tell me one thing.”
“Yes, sacred Sister, anything.” Rei felt herself filling with hope. Hope and trust in the majestic woman priestess before her.
“What is the name of the slave you were protecting with your deception?”
Rei paused. Her face flushed with terror. “I-I-I cannot…” she stammered, wondering why the Priestess needed to know.
“Tell me whom you were protecting. It is the only detail you omitted from your confession. A confession must be wholly honest to be brought before the Gods.”
Rei shook her head slightly. “No. She cannot be punished for it. She would never, I mean, she has not—“
The Priestess placed a hand on her shoulder. Rei took it as a gesture of kindness and lowered her head in reverent thanks. She looked up in terror when the Priestess said in a commanding voice “Guards! Take this slave into custody immediately!”
The Priestess told her to tell her everything.
Rei had approached with caution and apprehension, but she knew that the woman served the Gods and was pious and a thrall to their superior ways. Rei knew the Gods demanded much suffering and loyalty, but they could also grant otherworldly peace and prosperity. And Rei’s guilt and shame was far too great a burden.
She looked into the Priestess’s big amber eyes and saw intelligence and curiosity and kindness. She was surprised how her confession spilled out her. She told her everything. All of it.
“You have confessed much, slave.” The Priestess said with a soothing voice.
Rei was on the cusp of sobbing, a few tears had already streaked down her cheeks as she had told of her lie and its deadly consequences. “Yes. Yes. I wish to have my soul forgiven by the Gods. To have the weight of guilt lifted from me.”
The Priestess nodded. “You were wise to come to me. Such a burden must be brought before the Gods. I shall assist you with this. But you tell me one thing.”
“Yes, sacred Sister, anything.” Rei felt herself filling with hope. Hope and trust in the majestic woman priestess before her.
“What is the name of the slave you were protecting with your deception?”
Rei paused. Her face flushed with terror. “I-I-I cannot…” she stammered, wondering why the Priestess needed to know.
“Tell me whom you were protecting. It is the only detail you omitted from your confession. A confession must be wholly honest to be brought before the Gods.”
Rei shook her head slightly. “No. She cannot be punished for it. She would never, I mean, she has not—“
The Priestess placed a hand on her shoulder. Rei took it as a gesture of kindness and lowered her head in reverent thanks. She looked up in terror when the Priestess said in a commanding voice “Guards! Take this slave into custody immediately!”
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Governor
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Rei of course had not resisted in the slightest as the guards placed shackles around her wrists, binding her hands behind her back. The Priestess had watched them arrest her, and Rei had never figured out if her eyes held pious pity or godly apathy.
The guards had escorted her to a small holding cell and left her there for around an hour. And then a trio of soldiers came, along with one of her master’s household guards. They had opened her cell door (she had remained handcuffed the entire time) and escorted her back out into the corridor she had labored in for years. She was marched off of Master Elbrus’ property and once they cleared her Master’s gate, one of the soldiers took a coil of sturdy looking rope off of his belt. There was a leather collar on the end of it.
The collar was placed around Rei’s skinny neck and clasped snugly, not choking her but uncomfortably tight. Now she could be led by the soldier while the other two flanked her.
Rei felt utterly humiliated. She remembered being escorted like this from the slave markets to her first master’s estate the day she was first sold. She had been so degraded and fearful.
And now she felt the way. Worse, even. She wondered if this was the same walk of shame Penny and Lexi had been subjected to after their arrest from her lies. She definitely recalled their true walk of degradation; stripped naked and walked through the city to their stage of their execution.
Rei began to tremble as she worried that this was the beginning of her own horrific journey to the cross…
The guards had escorted her to a small holding cell and left her there for around an hour. And then a trio of soldiers came, along with one of her master’s household guards. They had opened her cell door (she had remained handcuffed the entire time) and escorted her back out into the corridor she had labored in for years. She was marched off of Master Elbrus’ property and once they cleared her Master’s gate, one of the soldiers took a coil of sturdy looking rope off of his belt. There was a leather collar on the end of it.
The collar was placed around Rei’s skinny neck and clasped snugly, not choking her but uncomfortably tight. Now she could be led by the soldier while the other two flanked her.
Rei felt utterly humiliated. She remembered being escorted like this from the slave markets to her first master’s estate the day she was first sold. She had been so degraded and fearful.
And now she felt the way. Worse, even. She wondered if this was the same walk of shame Penny and Lexi had been subjected to after their arrest from her lies. She definitely recalled their true walk of degradation; stripped naked and walked through the city to their stage of their execution.
Rei began to tremble as she worried that this was the beginning of her own horrific journey to the cross…
Illara
Governor
Rei had been marched by the three soldiers through the city for what felt like an hour. Most citizens did not stop to look at a slave girl being marched by three soldiers of the Realm. Rei mostly kept her eyes downcast and followed submissively.
But she heard the guards mutter something and their pacing changed slightly. She looked up and saw a large, ornate building that she had only seen from a great distance before. The Sacred Temple of the Sisters of Suffering!
Rei had been expecting the palace dungeons, so this gave her a sudden spark of hope that she quickly refuted in her mind. She wanted to be hopeful but the events leading here made her wary and frightened.
Rei saw many armored guards around the building. Also many Priestesses, all clad in their sacred fashion. Rei was led inside, through beautifully decorated corridors of marble and polished wood. The Temple was marvelous.
Eventually they brought her to a small, dim room, lit only by thick, blue and purple stained glass windows. Standing in the center of the room was the Priestess she had spoken to earlier in the courtyard of Master Elbrus’ compound.
The Priestess gestured to a hook on a rope hanging from unseen heights up in the vaulted ceiling.
The guards nodded and proceeded to remove her shackles and bind her wrists in front of her with a strong cord so that she could be affixed to the hook and strung up.
Rei wondered what was about to happen to her…
But she heard the guards mutter something and their pacing changed slightly. She looked up and saw a large, ornate building that she had only seen from a great distance before. The Sacred Temple of the Sisters of Suffering!
Rei had been expecting the palace dungeons, so this gave her a sudden spark of hope that she quickly refuted in her mind. She wanted to be hopeful but the events leading here made her wary and frightened.
Rei saw many armored guards around the building. Also many Priestesses, all clad in their sacred fashion. Rei was led inside, through beautifully decorated corridors of marble and polished wood. The Temple was marvelous.
Eventually they brought her to a small, dim room, lit only by thick, blue and purple stained glass windows. Standing in the center of the room was the Priestess she had spoken to earlier in the courtyard of Master Elbrus’ compound.
The Priestess gestured to a hook on a rope hanging from unseen heights up in the vaulted ceiling.
The guards nodded and proceeded to remove her shackles and bind her wrists in front of her with a strong cord so that she could be affixed to the hook and strung up.
Rei wondered what was about to happen to her…
Boris Spider
Guard
As do we all!
Crosslover
Executioner
She needs to suffer even more for lying and making a mockery of the holy event
Illara
Governor
As one of the guards worked a small winch that clicked as it rotated, the rope affixed to the small hook that was placed right in between her wrists was raised up, and Rei gulped nervously as her bound hands were raised up above her head.
The guard at the winch kept going, and Rei suppressed a gasp of fear as she was pulled up so much that her shoulders felt like they might pop and only the tips of her toes were still able to make contact with the floor and take a tiny bit of the weight off of her wrists and shoulders.
Rei looked around pleadingly, desperate and wide-eyed, but still too mortified to speak. The Priestess stepped over and caressed Rei’s cheeks with her soft hands.
Rei was a slave and would not speak unless spoken to. She had broken this sacred rule earlier in the day with this very same Priestess, and it had gotten here.
But there was no sacred rule about making a pleading expression and silently imploring the Sister of Suffering with her big, frightened eyes.
The Priestess’s soft touch turned from curiosity to malice as the priestess grabbed Rei’s neck and began to squeeze a little. Not choking her but threatening her.
And yet, when the Priestess spoke, her voice was soft and almost gentle. “Tell me, slave, why did you feel so compelled to confess your sin to me earlier?”
Rei’s lower lip trembled with terror and shame. The Priestess’s grip tightened just slightly and Rei knew she must answer. “I was ashamed and guilty, sacred lady. I am sorry I spoke unprompted.”
The Priestess relaxed her grip on Rei’s neck and brought her face close to Rei’s. Rei felt the Priestess’s warm breath on her face and she smelled faintly of lavender. The Priestess’s curvy breasts pushed against the belt pressing Rei’s plump tits against her chest. Rei blushed at the sudden, intimate contact, feeling embarrassed and terribly vulnerable.
“Why?” The Priestess asked softly, the faintest hint of sexy breathlessness in her voice.
Rei was confused by this. The Priestess seemed dangerous, like a viper ready to strike, but she also seemed almost aroused at Rei’s confession.
“As I said, Priestess, I told a lie. And two of my fellow slaves were crucified because of it.” Rei fought back a sob. Every time she acknowledged her wicked, selfish deed and the consequences it wrought, she wanted to cry.
The Priestess got even closer. Her lips brushed against Rei’s as she spoke. “A slave who tells lies is meant for the cross. That is the sacred edict of the Gods.” She said in a reverent whisper.
Rei felt her face flush with dread and panic…
The guard at the winch kept going, and Rei suppressed a gasp of fear as she was pulled up so much that her shoulders felt like they might pop and only the tips of her toes were still able to make contact with the floor and take a tiny bit of the weight off of her wrists and shoulders.
Rei looked around pleadingly, desperate and wide-eyed, but still too mortified to speak. The Priestess stepped over and caressed Rei’s cheeks with her soft hands.
Rei was a slave and would not speak unless spoken to. She had broken this sacred rule earlier in the day with this very same Priestess, and it had gotten here.
But there was no sacred rule about making a pleading expression and silently imploring the Sister of Suffering with her big, frightened eyes.
The Priestess’s soft touch turned from curiosity to malice as the priestess grabbed Rei’s neck and began to squeeze a little. Not choking her but threatening her.
And yet, when the Priestess spoke, her voice was soft and almost gentle. “Tell me, slave, why did you feel so compelled to confess your sin to me earlier?”
Rei’s lower lip trembled with terror and shame. The Priestess’s grip tightened just slightly and Rei knew she must answer. “I was ashamed and guilty, sacred lady. I am sorry I spoke unprompted.”
The Priestess relaxed her grip on Rei’s neck and brought her face close to Rei’s. Rei felt the Priestess’s warm breath on her face and she smelled faintly of lavender. The Priestess’s curvy breasts pushed against the belt pressing Rei’s plump tits against her chest. Rei blushed at the sudden, intimate contact, feeling embarrassed and terribly vulnerable.
“Why?” The Priestess asked softly, the faintest hint of sexy breathlessness in her voice.
Rei was confused by this. The Priestess seemed dangerous, like a viper ready to strike, but she also seemed almost aroused at Rei’s confession.
“As I said, Priestess, I told a lie. And two of my fellow slaves were crucified because of it.” Rei fought back a sob. Every time she acknowledged her wicked, selfish deed and the consequences it wrought, she wanted to cry.
The Priestess got even closer. Her lips brushed against Rei’s as she spoke. “A slave who tells lies is meant for the cross. That is the sacred edict of the Gods.” She said in a reverent whisper.
Rei felt her face flush with dread and panic…
Illara
Governor
“Please please please.” Rei whispered to the Priestess who was drowning her with her sultry lavender scent. Their noses were touching and their mouths were nearly doing the same. The Priestess had one hand holding the back of Rei’s neck and the other was on the back of her head, Rei’s red hair between her fingers. “Please, there must be some way I can atone for my sins and labor into the Gods’ graces. Some way that I can make it right and not be made to suffer death. Please.”
The Priestess stuck her tongue into Rei’s mouth and explored aggressively. Rei froze in terror and just breathed, wide-eyed and afraid, her chest expanding and deflating rapidly with panicked breathing, which only made her more conscious of the Priestess’s voluptuous body being pressed against her defenseless one.
The Priestess removed her tongue and rested her forehead against Rei’s. “You will be sentenced to death for your lie, slave. It is the Gods’ sacred will. But if you tell me the name of the slave you were protecting with your deception, I can ease your suffering. Alleviate your shame.”
Rei shuddered in fear. I don’t want to perish she screamed in her mind. She responded in a whimper. “But what will happen to her?”
The Priestess caressed the back of Rei’s neck and head. “She made plans to escape. She wrote on parchment. These things are forbade to slaves. She too must be put to death.”
“No. No.” Rei wanted to shake her head, but the Priestess’s hands were firmly holding her.
“The Gods appraise the sacred subjugation of the enslaved very highly. And as such, it is a matter of utmost importance to the Realm. The Gods must be appeased or else what is the point of our great civilization?”
“No. Please. Punish me, not her.” Rei begged pitifully and quietly.
“Oh, slave, we will. But you will tell me the slave whom you defended. Or else the High Priestess will buy every slave your master owns and we will crucify each of them.”
Rei felt like her heart had stopped. The Priestess had said it casually and matter of factly, but Rei sensed the danger in it. It was not a threat. It was a promise.
“No.” Rei whimpered once more.
“Yes. The choice is yours, slave. Your soul’s sanctity hangs in the balance. Whom shall be put to death for your sin? You and the slave you defended? Or you and every other slave owned by your master?”
Rei felt like the world was collapsing around her. It was the cruelest choice to make. And yet, how was it a true choice at all?
The Priestess stuck her tongue into Rei’s mouth and explored aggressively. Rei froze in terror and just breathed, wide-eyed and afraid, her chest expanding and deflating rapidly with panicked breathing, which only made her more conscious of the Priestess’s voluptuous body being pressed against her defenseless one.
The Priestess removed her tongue and rested her forehead against Rei’s. “You will be sentenced to death for your lie, slave. It is the Gods’ sacred will. But if you tell me the name of the slave you were protecting with your deception, I can ease your suffering. Alleviate your shame.”
Rei shuddered in fear. I don’t want to perish she screamed in her mind. She responded in a whimper. “But what will happen to her?”
The Priestess caressed the back of Rei’s neck and head. “She made plans to escape. She wrote on parchment. These things are forbade to slaves. She too must be put to death.”
“No. No.” Rei wanted to shake her head, but the Priestess’s hands were firmly holding her.
“The Gods appraise the sacred subjugation of the enslaved very highly. And as such, it is a matter of utmost importance to the Realm. The Gods must be appeased or else what is the point of our great civilization?”
“No. Please. Punish me, not her.” Rei begged pitifully and quietly.
“Oh, slave, we will. But you will tell me the slave whom you defended. Or else the High Priestess will buy every slave your master owns and we will crucify each of them.”
Rei felt like her heart had stopped. The Priestess had said it casually and matter of factly, but Rei sensed the danger in it. It was not a threat. It was a promise.
“No.” Rei whimpered once more.
“Yes. The choice is yours, slave. Your soul’s sanctity hangs in the balance. Whom shall be put to death for your sin? You and the slave you defended? Or you and every other slave owned by your master?”
Rei felt like the world was collapsing around her. It was the cruelest choice to make. And yet, how was it a true choice at all?
Illara
Governor
Rei felt the crushing weight of her situation. Had she not been bound and stretched out to where the tips of her toes barely touched the floor, she would have recoiled from the Priestess whose body was pressed up against hers, their foreheads touching intimately as the Priestess promised her an untimely death.
The choice was clear. Give up Kaira and ensure her execution. Or stay silent and Kaira and all of the other slaves Master Elbrus owned would be crucified. It was the most brutally clear choice she had ever been given. She may as well have been handed a razor and told to slash her own throat open. And in either case she too would be put to death.
The horror of that aspect of it allowed Rei to deflect momentarily from the anguish of realizing that she would give up Kaira in order to save the other two or three dozen slaves her master owned. “I shall be put to death?”
“Yes.” The Priestess said lustfully, licking her lips after uttering the answer, as though it had pleased her sensually.
“How?” Rei asked with a spasm of terror shuddering through her body.
“How would you want to be put to death, slave?” The Priestess whispered softly.
Rei trembled violently. “Not the cross. Anything but the cross. Please. Please not crucified.”
“Why not the cross?” The Priestess asked gently. A few sudden tears streaked down Rei’s face and the Priestess immediately licked them off of her face, then whispered in her ear “Crucifixion is the Gods’ most powerful implement of justice and suffering.”
Rei gulped and trembled even harder and held back more tears. “No. Please not the cross.”
The Priestess wrapped her hands around Rei’s neck again, not yet squeezing but ready to. “Tell me why you fear the cross.” She said simply.
Rei looked her in the eyes and her body kept trembling as she spoke. “All of it. The public shame. Being naked for all to witness. The pain. Nailed and up high for everyone to watch. It’s-it’s-so-no. Please. I cannot even bear the thought. Please.”
The Priestess smiled. “So how do you want to be put to death for your sins, slave? Tell me.”
Rei thought about it. Her mind floundered. She had not expected the Priestess to ask an alternative to the cross. Rei felt a sudden stab of relief that she might avoid crucifixion. But she still did not want to perish! No method of execution was preferable to her! They all sounded brutal and terrible!
The Priestess squeezed Rei’s neck a bit to convey to her that her time was up. Rei panicked for a moment and then gave her best answer. “Poison! Poison, blessed Priestess. Poison. Please. That would be a mercy compared to the…” she could not finish the sentence. Her mind was spiraling in terror.
The Priestess let go of her neck and got uncomfortably close to her face again. “Poison it is.” She said in the faintest, iciest whisper. “But only if you name the slave you deceived for.”
Rei sighed and tears streamed down her cheeks. An even mixture of shame and guilt as well as relief. “Kaira. Her name is Kaira. I recognized her handwriting. On the parchment. She had written poems for some of the other slaves. Kaira.”
The Priestess kissed Rei on the lips and Rei froze in embarrassment and shock and an utter lack of understanding in how she should respond. The Priestess throttled her mouth for a few long seconds with her lips and tongue and then finally pulled away.
“Now you shall face the Gods’ sacred punishments for your wicked deeds, slave.” The Priestess was smiling widely. She seemed legitimately excited. “You and this slave Kaira. You can look into each other’s eyes as you both suffer naked on the cross. As the Gods’ will it.”
“What!?” Rei blurted out. “No!”
The Priestess laughed merrily. Like she had just been given a precious, wonderful gift. “Oh yes, slave. Oh yes.”
The Priestess turned and walked away, leaving Rei screaming desperate protests to apathetic ears.
The choice was clear. Give up Kaira and ensure her execution. Or stay silent and Kaira and all of the other slaves Master Elbrus owned would be crucified. It was the most brutally clear choice she had ever been given. She may as well have been handed a razor and told to slash her own throat open. And in either case she too would be put to death.
The horror of that aspect of it allowed Rei to deflect momentarily from the anguish of realizing that she would give up Kaira in order to save the other two or three dozen slaves her master owned. “I shall be put to death?”
“Yes.” The Priestess said lustfully, licking her lips after uttering the answer, as though it had pleased her sensually.
“How?” Rei asked with a spasm of terror shuddering through her body.
“How would you want to be put to death, slave?” The Priestess whispered softly.
Rei trembled violently. “Not the cross. Anything but the cross. Please. Please not crucified.”
“Why not the cross?” The Priestess asked gently. A few sudden tears streaked down Rei’s face and the Priestess immediately licked them off of her face, then whispered in her ear “Crucifixion is the Gods’ most powerful implement of justice and suffering.”
Rei gulped and trembled even harder and held back more tears. “No. Please not the cross.”
The Priestess wrapped her hands around Rei’s neck again, not yet squeezing but ready to. “Tell me why you fear the cross.” She said simply.
Rei looked her in the eyes and her body kept trembling as she spoke. “All of it. The public shame. Being naked for all to witness. The pain. Nailed and up high for everyone to watch. It’s-it’s-so-no. Please. I cannot even bear the thought. Please.”
The Priestess smiled. “So how do you want to be put to death for your sins, slave? Tell me.”
Rei thought about it. Her mind floundered. She had not expected the Priestess to ask an alternative to the cross. Rei felt a sudden stab of relief that she might avoid crucifixion. But she still did not want to perish! No method of execution was preferable to her! They all sounded brutal and terrible!
The Priestess squeezed Rei’s neck a bit to convey to her that her time was up. Rei panicked for a moment and then gave her best answer. “Poison! Poison, blessed Priestess. Poison. Please. That would be a mercy compared to the…” she could not finish the sentence. Her mind was spiraling in terror.
The Priestess let go of her neck and got uncomfortably close to her face again. “Poison it is.” She said in the faintest, iciest whisper. “But only if you name the slave you deceived for.”
Rei sighed and tears streamed down her cheeks. An even mixture of shame and guilt as well as relief. “Kaira. Her name is Kaira. I recognized her handwriting. On the parchment. She had written poems for some of the other slaves. Kaira.”
The Priestess kissed Rei on the lips and Rei froze in embarrassment and shock and an utter lack of understanding in how she should respond. The Priestess throttled her mouth for a few long seconds with her lips and tongue and then finally pulled away.
“Now you shall face the Gods’ sacred punishments for your wicked deeds, slave.” The Priestess was smiling widely. She seemed legitimately excited. “You and this slave Kaira. You can look into each other’s eyes as you both suffer naked on the cross. As the Gods’ will it.”
“What!?” Rei blurted out. “No!”
The Priestess laughed merrily. Like she had just been given a precious, wonderful gift. “Oh yes, slave. Oh yes.”
The Priestess turned and walked away, leaving Rei screaming desperate protests to apathetic ears.
Illara
Governor
Chapter 1: Kaira’s Arrest
Kaira had heard that Rei had been arrested earlier in the day. She wondered why, but she resolved herself to not worry on it too much. Slaves were arrested all the time. Or sold. Nothing was certain for slaves. She had been a slave for nearly her entire life. She would be twenty four years old next summer. She had been fantasizing about escaping for many years now. About fleeing south. Or east. To any lands outside of the Realm’s brutal grip. Anywhere where she could have some semblance of a life and not be a thrall and property to others.
She had even begun compiling information on the guards and their rotation schedules. She was grateful that she had secretly learned to write and read from a previous master’s head servant in her youth. It came in handy for raising the spirits of her fellow slaves with poems, and for recording useful information.
Her little poems had each been a massive risk, but the guard information had been the boldest thing she had ever done. It made her a volatile mixture of elated and panicked, and she had made a mistake and narrowly avoided terrible consequences.
She had lost her parchment, and then the same night, Penny and a new slave girl were arrested. They were crucified a couple days later. Rei had gone to watch with the master and his family.
Poor Rei had seemed terribly disturbed by it. Kaira had witnessed a few crucifixions. They were horrifying to watch, but Kaira tried to erase the memories from her mind. She figured that Penny or that new girl had found her parchment and tried to use it themselves and gotten caught. But she was not sure.
Regardless, the close brush with death had shaken Kaira’s resolve in her escape plans and she had so far abandoned them entirely. She might never work up the courage again to try to free herself.
She pondered the idea of living the rest of her life as a slave, as she bent over and wiped down a table with a cloth, dressed in her skimpy slave’s garb. Her curly black hair cascaded around her pretty face, her lean figure quite revealed in her scant slave’s outfit. Her ass was tight and lean from the constant labor of slavery and her breasts were rather large for her lean frame, her small, perfectly round nipples well hidden by the leather belt clasped around her chest, giving her the barest amount of modesty.
She heard the door open to the dining hall and assumed it was a guard or one of the other slaves. She paid the sound and preceding footsteps no heed, focusing on her work.
When rough, strong hands grabbed her from behind, she yelped in fright! “You are under arrest, slave!” An unfamiliar masculine voice boomed behind her as she felt shackles clamping down on her wrists behind her back.
Kaira had heard that Rei had been arrested earlier in the day. She wondered why, but she resolved herself to not worry on it too much. Slaves were arrested all the time. Or sold. Nothing was certain for slaves. She had been a slave for nearly her entire life. She would be twenty four years old next summer. She had been fantasizing about escaping for many years now. About fleeing south. Or east. To any lands outside of the Realm’s brutal grip. Anywhere where she could have some semblance of a life and not be a thrall and property to others.
She had even begun compiling information on the guards and their rotation schedules. She was grateful that she had secretly learned to write and read from a previous master’s head servant in her youth. It came in handy for raising the spirits of her fellow slaves with poems, and for recording useful information.
Her little poems had each been a massive risk, but the guard information had been the boldest thing she had ever done. It made her a volatile mixture of elated and panicked, and she had made a mistake and narrowly avoided terrible consequences.
She had lost her parchment, and then the same night, Penny and a new slave girl were arrested. They were crucified a couple days later. Rei had gone to watch with the master and his family.
Poor Rei had seemed terribly disturbed by it. Kaira had witnessed a few crucifixions. They were horrifying to watch, but Kaira tried to erase the memories from her mind. She figured that Penny or that new girl had found her parchment and tried to use it themselves and gotten caught. But she was not sure.
Regardless, the close brush with death had shaken Kaira’s resolve in her escape plans and she had so far abandoned them entirely. She might never work up the courage again to try to free herself.
She pondered the idea of living the rest of her life as a slave, as she bent over and wiped down a table with a cloth, dressed in her skimpy slave’s garb. Her curly black hair cascaded around her pretty face, her lean figure quite revealed in her scant slave’s outfit. Her ass was tight and lean from the constant labor of slavery and her breasts were rather large for her lean frame, her small, perfectly round nipples well hidden by the leather belt clasped around her chest, giving her the barest amount of modesty.
She heard the door open to the dining hall and assumed it was a guard or one of the other slaves. She paid the sound and preceding footsteps no heed, focusing on her work.
When rough, strong hands grabbed her from behind, she yelped in fright! “You are under arrest, slave!” An unfamiliar masculine voice boomed behind her as she felt shackles clamping down on her wrists behind her back.
Illara
Governor
Chapter 2: Shara’s Arrest
Shara had been in hiding for weeks now, and she hated the confinement and anxiety that came with being wanted in the Realm.
Shara was a beautiful girl, twenty years of age, who had a keen interest in arithmetic and the logistics of overseeing a fief or larger region. Her family was wealthy, and her father was a Lord, overseeing a large and important region of the Sacred Realm. She had spent the two decades of her life learning and living a life of luxury, with the promise that she would be wed to a Lord, whom she could help run whatever lands he controlled with efficiency and grace for the betterment of the Realm.
Those expectations had been dashed when her half sister, her father’s eldest daughter, Eva, had been arrested and executed not long after beginning an apprenticeship advising the High King himself.
Eva had heard many rumors of what her half sister had done to provoke King Niro so drastically. She was not sure what she believed. But she did know that Eva had been arrested, tortured publicly, and crucified in the capital city. Her and Eva had not been especially close growing up, but hearing the details of her humiliating and prolonged, brutal execution had made Shara sick.
Her father had gathered up loyalists to himself and was in open rebellion to the Realm for the King’s vicious assault on their family. Shara had fled for her safety. She was a smart girl and felt dread at her estimation that her father’s rebellion would likely be short lived and extinguished viciously.
So she had fled to the Steppes and had been living under false pretenses in a hidden basement within a blacksmith’s storage shed.
She had awoken from a sleep ridden by stressful nightmares to the sound of guards searching the shed above her. She had no idea why they were there. But when they found the door to her little basement, they barked an order for anyone within to come out slowly.
She complied and they immediately arrested her. Bound and gagged, she had been marched into a covered wagon and was flanked by armored guards. They had been on the road for four days now.
She could only imagine that they somehow knew who she was and that she was being taken to the Capital City. She prayed desperately and silently that she would not meet the same fate Eva had…
Shara had been in hiding for weeks now, and she hated the confinement and anxiety that came with being wanted in the Realm.
Shara was a beautiful girl, twenty years of age, who had a keen interest in arithmetic and the logistics of overseeing a fief or larger region. Her family was wealthy, and her father was a Lord, overseeing a large and important region of the Sacred Realm. She had spent the two decades of her life learning and living a life of luxury, with the promise that she would be wed to a Lord, whom she could help run whatever lands he controlled with efficiency and grace for the betterment of the Realm.
Those expectations had been dashed when her half sister, her father’s eldest daughter, Eva, had been arrested and executed not long after beginning an apprenticeship advising the High King himself.
Eva had heard many rumors of what her half sister had done to provoke King Niro so drastically. She was not sure what she believed. But she did know that Eva had been arrested, tortured publicly, and crucified in the capital city. Her and Eva had not been especially close growing up, but hearing the details of her humiliating and prolonged, brutal execution had made Shara sick.
Her father had gathered up loyalists to himself and was in open rebellion to the Realm for the King’s vicious assault on their family. Shara had fled for her safety. She was a smart girl and felt dread at her estimation that her father’s rebellion would likely be short lived and extinguished viciously.
So she had fled to the Steppes and had been living under false pretenses in a hidden basement within a blacksmith’s storage shed.
She had awoken from a sleep ridden by stressful nightmares to the sound of guards searching the shed above her. She had no idea why they were there. But when they found the door to her little basement, they barked an order for anyone within to come out slowly.
She complied and they immediately arrested her. Bound and gagged, she had been marched into a covered wagon and was flanked by armored guards. They had been on the road for four days now.
She could only imagine that they somehow knew who she was and that she was being taken to the Capital City. She prayed desperately and silently that she would not meet the same fate Eva had…
Illara
Governor
Thank you I am so glad you are enjoying the story! Thank you
Illara
Governor
Chapter 3: Verdict
High Priestess Anjela knelt and bowed low before High King Niro. She was a radiantly beautiful woman in her mid thirties with piercing blue eyes and long black hair. She was short, just under 160 cm in height, and quite curvaceous, with big, round breasts that strained mightily against the tight, thin white cloth of her white dress. In addition to the standard dress of the Sisters of Suffering, she had gold bracelets with intricate designs made of inlaid crystals and a silver tiara on her brow.
“Greetings, High Priestess.” King Niro said, giving her permission to rise. She rose up and stood, her voluptuous body bouncing where it wasn’t reigned in her by tight dress. That her garb kept those tits from spilling out during her walk here from the Temple speaks to the Gods’ eternal glory and power King Niro thought with a smile. He had made the joke to other men in his retinue on numerous occasions; he would bet that the laughs it got were the few he actually earned as opposed to receiving by default of being the King.
“The Gods smile upon us, my King.” She said as she stood before the comfortable throne on which he sat.
“Ah, that is good.” He said genuinely. “Share these holy tidings with us.” Anjela was a good High Priestess. She had attended both of the very public crucifixions of her two predecessors, Vera and Kagney. The King could see that she knew her place profoundly and that gave him ease.
“Soldiers have arrested one of the rebel Caldlow’s children, a daughter named Shara. Based on where she was hiding at the time of her capture, we—“
“Irrelevant.” King Niro interrupted her. “Her father is in open rebellion against the Realm. That makes her a traitor as well. Crucify her.”
The High Priestess bowed forward and said “Yes, Your Eminence. Shall I arrange a public crucifixion?”
“Yes. Let it be tomorrow. Order all citizens to attend. I want word to reach Caldlow and his rats as swiftly as possible.”
“Of course, Your Grace. I shall have the arrangements made. May I be so bold as to make a request regarding this execution?”
“Yes. You may ask it.” King Niro said with mild interest.
“My Priestesses have arrested two slaves who have sinned grievously against the Gods. Based on the soothsayers and ancient texts, I believe it would please the Gods greatly if they could be made to suffer as part of the execution.”
“Very well. Include them in the execution.”
The High Priestess bowed again, thanking the King and speaking his praises. The King reached down and adjusted his cock. He would cancel his usual session with his pleasure slaves tonight. He wanted to build up some stamina for the execution tomorrow.
He loved a public crucifixion. He leaned back in his throne and thought about how delightful it was to be King.
High Priestess Anjela knelt and bowed low before High King Niro. She was a radiantly beautiful woman in her mid thirties with piercing blue eyes and long black hair. She was short, just under 160 cm in height, and quite curvaceous, with big, round breasts that strained mightily against the tight, thin white cloth of her white dress. In addition to the standard dress of the Sisters of Suffering, she had gold bracelets with intricate designs made of inlaid crystals and a silver tiara on her brow.
“Greetings, High Priestess.” King Niro said, giving her permission to rise. She rose up and stood, her voluptuous body bouncing where it wasn’t reigned in her by tight dress. That her garb kept those tits from spilling out during her walk here from the Temple speaks to the Gods’ eternal glory and power King Niro thought with a smile. He had made the joke to other men in his retinue on numerous occasions; he would bet that the laughs it got were the few he actually earned as opposed to receiving by default of being the King.
“The Gods smile upon us, my King.” She said as she stood before the comfortable throne on which he sat.
“Ah, that is good.” He said genuinely. “Share these holy tidings with us.” Anjela was a good High Priestess. She had attended both of the very public crucifixions of her two predecessors, Vera and Kagney. The King could see that she knew her place profoundly and that gave him ease.
“Soldiers have arrested one of the rebel Caldlow’s children, a daughter named Shara. Based on where she was hiding at the time of her capture, we—“
“Irrelevant.” King Niro interrupted her. “Her father is in open rebellion against the Realm. That makes her a traitor as well. Crucify her.”
The High Priestess bowed forward and said “Yes, Your Eminence. Shall I arrange a public crucifixion?”
“Yes. Let it be tomorrow. Order all citizens to attend. I want word to reach Caldlow and his rats as swiftly as possible.”
“Of course, Your Grace. I shall have the arrangements made. May I be so bold as to make a request regarding this execution?”
“Yes. You may ask it.” King Niro said with mild interest.
“My Priestesses have arrested two slaves who have sinned grievously against the Gods. Based on the soothsayers and ancient texts, I believe it would please the Gods greatly if they could be made to suffer as part of the execution.”
“Very well. Include them in the execution.”
The High Priestess bowed again, thanking the King and speaking his praises. The King reached down and adjusted his cock. He would cancel his usual session with his pleasure slaves tonight. He wanted to build up some stamina for the execution tomorrow.
He loved a public crucifixion. He leaned back in his throne and thought about how delightful it was to be King.