Illara
Tribune
The three naked slave girls laid down on the crosses obediently and silently. As executioners grabbed their wrists and stretched out their arms along the crossbeams, the Lead Executioner watched the slave girls’ faces. The one on the right, who had been marched up first, looked frightened and curious, her eyes darting back and forth, trying to determine what the men were doing to her.
Stupid slave he thought with a smile. She had no idea that she was about to be crucified. This was good. She would scream and squirm and panic all the more once it began.
The girl on the middle cross was wide-eyed and still, barely moving, clearly frozen in fear, not resisting in the slightest as his men pulled her arms taut. She knows he thought as he watched her ample breasts resting on her stretched out chest.
The last slave girl, the short blonde who would be nailed to the leftmost cross, was trembling in fear as her skinny arms were stretched out along the crossbeam. He could not tell if she fully understood what fate she was about to suffer, but he could see from her visible terror that she would regardless put on a good show.
A dozen of his men worked with perfect efficiency. As an executioner held down an arm on each of the slave girls, another grabbed a nail for each wrist, so that all six nails could be driven in simultaneously to get the three slaves ready for crucifixion.
His men with the nails ready and hammers in their hands looked at him, and he looked over at the three condemned girls at the front of the stage, the Caldlow girl still squealing and gasping as the King thrust into her furiously.
The Lead Executioner turned back to his men and gave a curt nod.
Six hammers swung down, and all three slave girls screamed out in shrill, piercing cries of pain!
Stupid slave he thought with a smile. She had no idea that she was about to be crucified. This was good. She would scream and squirm and panic all the more once it began.
The girl on the middle cross was wide-eyed and still, barely moving, clearly frozen in fear, not resisting in the slightest as his men pulled her arms taut. She knows he thought as he watched her ample breasts resting on her stretched out chest.
The last slave girl, the short blonde who would be nailed to the leftmost cross, was trembling in fear as her skinny arms were stretched out along the crossbeam. He could not tell if she fully understood what fate she was about to suffer, but he could see from her visible terror that she would regardless put on a good show.
A dozen of his men worked with perfect efficiency. As an executioner held down an arm on each of the slave girls, another grabbed a nail for each wrist, so that all six nails could be driven in simultaneously to get the three slaves ready for crucifixion.
His men with the nails ready and hammers in their hands looked at him, and he looked over at the three condemned girls at the front of the stage, the Caldlow girl still squealing and gasping as the King thrust into her furiously.
The Lead Executioner turned back to his men and gave a curt nod.
Six hammers swung down, and all three slave girls screamed out in shrill, piercing cries of pain!