Chapter 18 – Epilogue
The King looked upon his dead daughters, naked on their crosses, motionless and perished. He turned to the roaring crowd. He raised his hand and they fell silent.
“Traitors! Shall! Suffer! And perish!” The crowd cheered in approval. The King turned to the lead executioner. “Leave their bodies up for three days.” And with that, the King retired to the palace with his retinue.
With night falling, a massive party was being held in the streets, under the crucified bodies of the princesses. The two naked slave girls had collars placed around their necks, and a chain was attached to the collars, connecting them. Then another, longer chain was affixed to the petite girl’s collar, and they were led, down the steps of the back of the stage, and away from the execution square.
The two nude slave girls were marched past at least a hundred other slave girls, these one in the humiliating slave garb, but still retaining some bare, fleeting modesty. Both naked slave girls blushed at their shame and at how their breasts bounced with every step.
They were led into the palace and through the elaborate corridors and out to an open courtyard with some trees and some plants. There were three crosses in the center of the courtyard. Both slaves gasped.
The one with the voluptuous tits wondered is there another execution? Am I going to be tortured more?
The petite one with big eyes and perky breasts thought I hope I don’t have to put any more cocks in my mouth.
Guards came and took them and untied their hands. They were both walked over to a cross, and were put on their hands and knees so that they straddled the crosses where thee crossbeams met. These crosses were smaller than the grand ones the princesses had just been put to death on. The bustier slave’s tits were resting on the wood of the cross.
A dozen guards took turns fucking them. The petite slave girl had been a virgin, and it would violate the Gods’ Edicts to crucify a virgin. After both slave girls were fucked a handful of times, they were flipped over onto their backs and tied firmly to the crosses.
The busty slave, her heavy tits heaving and her face red from the fucking, groaned in anticipation of her crucifixion.
The petite slave, sweat drenching her lean body, looked up at one of the men tying her tightly to the cross. She was not allowed, as a slave, to speak unless spoken to. But if there was any time to bend a rule, she thought, it was while she was being affixed to a cross.
“What did I do wrong?” She asked in a reverent whisper.
“Nothing.” The man said carelessly. He pulled the ropes tighter than she thought they could go and she let out a gasp.
The crosses were raised and both naked slave girls suffered for hours and hours before they perished. All the while, guards and slaves and citizens in the palace walked past. And no one looked up at the struggling naked slave girls. They were barely ornaments, in their eyes. But to the two of them, it was the greatest suffering they had ever endured.
THE END.