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Gods' Edicts Part II - The Princesses are Crucified

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Chapter 4 – Stripped

The princesses’ bound hands were raised above their heads and the hooks were drawn high, to the point that each girl was on her tiptoes and barely able to move at all. Stretched taught, they would soon be stripped completely naked. The guards were eager to do this. But first the slave girls had to be selected for the procession.

The guard in charge of selecting the slaves was surprised that he did not have an erection already. Since his promotion he was able to purchase and fuck just about any slave that he wanted, so the exhilaration of choosing which girls to strip and condemn to death had lost some of its luster. But not all of it, he realized, as his penis tingled and began to swell.

First, he chose a skinny, petite, auburn haired slave girl with small breasts and pale skin. She did not look particularly malnourished, just very skinny, and for some reason, he wanted to watch her ribs press against her supple skin as she struggled on the cross. He assigned her to the center crossbeam, in front of Princess Yema. The skinny slave girl had her collar removed and was walked over to the crossbeam, stripped naked with efficiency, and before she had a chance to fully blush or squirm in protest, each wrist was tied and she was strapped to the crossbeam, arms outstretched to either side. With her chest stretched out like that, her small breasts looked tantalizingly full and perky. “The Gods will thank me for choosing this one,” the guard thought to himself as he watched her be tied to the wooden beam. She kept her head down and barely reacted to being bound to the cross. “I wonder if she understands what is coming for her?” The guard thought to himself.

On the platform, the princesses watched the slave be stripped and tied to the beam with fascination and horror. None of them had ever seen another naked woman before, besides themselves, and they felt ashamed to be looking upon her and her nakedness (except for Lexa who felt a rush deep in her loins that she had never felt before).

“Why are they stripping slaves?” Niya wondered desperately.

“What in the name of the Gods is happening.” Yema wondered as her chest heaved with anxiety.

“Oh my, I hope they strip all of these slave girls…” Lexa felt titillated and euphoric and enraptured.

The guard next selected a slave girl with massive tits and a curvaceous body. Her curvy black hair framed a round face that was cute. “She would look great with my dick in her mouth.” The guard thought as he pointed to her, and his subordinates removed her collar. She was marched over to the far-right crossbeam, in front of Princess Niya, the eldest, and when her slave’s belt was removed her luscious jugs bounced unbridled and her thick, voluptuous nipples poked out, free from the constraint of the belt. Her loin covering removed next, the guards repeated the process and tied her to the crossbeam. Her massive breasts bounced with every slight movement, and stretching her arms made them stick out even further. She looked around anxiously, obediently silent, as a good slave should be, but with trepidation in her eyes. The guard wanted to tell her to save her energy for the cross, but that would spoil the crowd’s fun, and it would displease the Gods, so he kept silent.

Princess Lexa had her right cheek firmly pressed against her supple bicep, her head turned to watch the curvy slave girl be stripped, wishing that the gorgeous slave was being put in front of her instead of in front of her eldest sister. “Why does Niya always get to have all the fun?” She thought to herself, as her eyes fixated on the rise and fall of the girl’s heaving breasts.

Lastly, the guard picked his third and final slave girl. She was a red-haired girl with perky breasts and a lean figure. He likely her freckles on her nose, and she looked fairly toned. She would last long on the cross. Good. When she was stripped, in front of the left crossbeam directly in front of Princess Lexa, he was amused to see that her nipples were quite small. She let out a soft, sensual moan as she was tied to the crossbeam, and the guard wanted to fuck her right then and there. Oh well, he would go and purchase a new slave tonight and fuck her until sun up before selling her to a work detail. He looked at the three naked slave girls, upper bodies stretched taught against the wooden crossbeams, breathing heavily already at the uncomfortable position and the shame of nakedness.

The guard nodded. His job was complete. He gestured with his chin at the princesses. His subordinates nodded eagerly. For the princesses were each exquisitely beautiful. Royal and protected, like forbidden fruit, the guards were ecstatic that they would get to remove their clothing and gaze upon their naked bodies.

Two guards ascended the stairs to the wooden platform where the princesses were stretched vertically. They were both young guards who had been exemplary in their duty as of late, and this was their reward. Their cocks hardened in anticipation.

The princesses all saw the bulges of erections as the guards ascended to the platform. Princesses Niya and Yema wondered what was in their tunics and what they were about to do. Both worried suddenly that they might be stripped like the slave girls were. But that would be incredulous! They were royalty! Lexa was simply frustrated that they were blocking her view of the round backsides of the naked slave girls.

The guards approached Princess Lexa first. She looked up at the guards with her big, innocent eyes, inquisitive and unassuming. The two guards undid the broach on her left shoulder and slid her purple tunic off, revealing her perky breasts and thin frame. She blushed as her clothes were removed. She gasped out of instinct, but part of her mind also thought her breasts looked the biggest that they ever had, since her arms were up and her chest was out. She felt the air against her bare womanhood and wanted to cover herself by raising up her thighs, but she could not take her weight off her toes and she remained exposed. Her breathing grew rapid, and she realized she was naked in front of all of these men! She could not think of a reason why this was happening!

As their youngest sister was stripped completely naked in seconds, Yema and Niya were floored by the implications! The only time they had heard of naked women being brought before the King was for punishment of some kind. But they had not done anything wrong!

“Poor Lexa!” Niya thought as her mind raced. “She is so thin and young! How can they do this to her! She is only eighteen years old!”

Yema’s mind ran in similar circles. “How can they do this! We are royalty! They cannot do this! Oh, Lexa!”

But out of fear and shock, the sisters were all silent.

After taking a moment to look Lexa up and down and marvel at her supple beauty, they moved on to Yema. Yema realized what they were going to do to her and she began to writhe and resist as best that she could. “No. Don’t.” She said softly. She was stretched so tall that she could barely squirm against them.

“Please!” Niya added in her breathless voice, but the guards ignored her.

They undid the rope of her dark green gown and it fell to the floor off of her athletic body. Now she was in a dark blue loincloth and a tight undershirt that held her ample breasts tight above her firm abdomen. The guards ripped off her loincloth, exposing her tight, pink pussy and firm, round buttocks. She blushed fiercely at this, and Niya gulped and averted her eyes out of respect for her sister’s nakedness.

Slowly the guards removed her tight undershirt, letting her breasts spill out. Her breasts were large for her athletic frame, and her nipples were small and just slightly oval instead of perfectly round. The guards’ erections somehow got even stiffer. Yema looked down at her naked body and back up at the eager-eyed guards. She shuddered in shame and then bit her lip and trembled in humiliation.

They savored the sight before them for a good long while, before they moved on to the final, eldest princess. As they had stripped Yema, Lexa had locked her eyes forward.

“Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look. She’s your sister, don’t look.” She repeated to herself. But as the guards moved on towards Niya, Lexa could not help herself. She leaned forward and tilted her hed and peaked at her naked sister.

She had always thought her sisters were beautiful, but a whole new lexicon and pulsing attraction erupted within her at the sight of her naked sister. Stunning. Gorgeous. Sexy. Tight. Soft. “Wow! Her body is amazing!” Lexa thought. She bit her lip to make sure she was not drooling at the salacious sight before her.

Niya looked at the guards and opened her mouth to plea with them, but the look in their eyes made her close her mouth again. She realized it would be pointless. She closed her eyes and moaned involuntarily as they grabbed the hemline of her golden nightgown and ripped it off of her. Her breasts bounced at the sudden movement, and she gasped at her nakedness, still not accepting that this was happening to her. Her large breasts spread wide from her lean chest, and her pink womanhood was now on full display for the men in the room. She wanted to faint from the embarrassment.

Lexa looked upon her eldest sister and suppressed the urge to let her jaw drop. “Wow. I had no idea my sisters have such amazing bodies!” She thought as she felt herself getting wet with eagerness. But then it dawned even upon Lexa. If the three of them were naked, and they were going before their father, the King…

“Wait! No. We are not traitors.” Lexa said pleadingly to the guards. “This is a mistake!”

The guards furrowed their brows, took long looks at each of the naked young women stretched out before them, and then turned without a word and walked down the stairs, leaving the naked women on the platform.

Lexa looked at her two older sisters, for a moment forgetting her explosion of sexual desire. “What is happening?” She asked her sisters desperately. She had never seen their faces look so humiliated and embarrassed.

Yema looked back at her with despair in her eyes. Niya kept staring forward, gulping anxiously as her breasts heaved with each nervous breath.

Lexa remembered what the punishment for treason was. “Are they going to—?” She could not bring herself to say the wretched word, the incarnation of greatest suffering the Gods had ever devised. But her sisters’ silence said it all. The had been stripped and prepared for their very own crucifixions!
 
Illara said:
Chapter 4 – Stripped

The princesses’ bound hands were raised above their heads and the hooks were drawn high, to the point that each girl was on her tiptoes and barely able to move at all. Stretched taught, they would soon be stripped completely naked. The guards were eager to do this. But first the slave girls had to be selected for the procession.

The guard in charge of selecting the slaves was surprised that he did not have an erection already. Since his promotion he was able to purchase and fuck just about any slave that he wanted, so the exhilaration of choosing which girls to strip and condemn to death had lost some of its luster. But not all of it, he realized, as his penis tingled and began to swell.

First, he chose a skinny, petite, auburn haired slave girl with small breasts and pale skin. She did not look particularly malnourished, just very skinny, and for some reason, he wanted to watch her ribs press against her supple skin as she struggled on the cross. He assigned her to the center crossbeam, in front of Princess Yema. The skinny slave girl had her collar removed and was walked over to the crossbeam, stripped naked with efficiency, and before she had a chance to fully blush or squirm in protest, each wrist was tied and she was strapped to the crossbeam, arms outstretched to either side. With her chest stretched out like that, her small breasts looked tantalizingly full and perky. “The Gods will thank me for choosing this one,” the guard thought to himself as he watched her be tied to the wooden beam. She kept her head down and barely reacted to being bound to the cross. “I wonder if she understands what is coming for her?” The guard thought to himself.

On the platform, the princesses watched the slave be stripped and tied to the beam with fascination and horror. None of them had ever seen another naked woman before, besides themselves, and they felt ashamed to be looking upon her and her nakedness (except for Lexa who felt a rush deep in her loins that she had never felt before).

“Why are they stripping slaves?” Niya wondered desperately.

“What in the name of the Gods is happening.” Yema wondered as her chest heaved with anxiety.

“Oh my, I hope they strip all of these slave girls…” Lexa felt titillated and euphoric and enraptured.

The guard next selected a slave girl with massive tits and a curvaceous body. Her curvy black hair framed a round face that was cute. “She would look great with my dick in her mouth.” The guard thought as he pointed to her, and his subordinates removed her collar. She was marched over to the far-right crossbeam, in front of Princess Niya, the eldest, and when her slave’s belt was removed her luscious jugs bounced unbridled and her thick, voluptuous nipples poked out, free from the constraint of the belt. Her loin covering removed next, the guards repeated the process and tied her to the crossbeam. Her massive breasts bounced with every slight movement, and stretching her arms made them stick out even further. She looked around anxiously, obediently silent, as a good slave should be, but with trepidation in her eyes. The guard wanted to tell her to save her energy for the cross, but that would spoil the crowd’s fun, and it would displease the Gods, so he kept silent.

Princess Lexa had her right cheek firmly pressed against her supple bicep, her head turned to watch the curvy slave girl be stripped, wishing that the gorgeous slave was being put in front of her instead of in front of her eldest sister. “Why does Niya always get to have all the fun?” She thought to herself, as her eyes fixated on the rise and fall of the girl’s heaving breasts.

Lastly, the guard picked his third and final slave girl. She was a red-haired girl with perky breasts and a lean figure. He likely her freckles on her nose, and she looked fairly toned. She would last long on the cross. Good. When she was stripped, in front of the left crossbeam directly in front of Princess Lexa, he was amused to see that her nipples were quite small. She let out a soft, sensual moan as she was tied to the crossbeam, and the guard wanted to fuck her right then and there. Oh well, he would go and purchase a new slave tonight and fuck her until sun up before selling her to a work detail. He looked at the three naked slave girls, upper bodies stretched taught against the wooden crossbeams, breathing heavily already at the uncomfortable position and the shame of nakedness.

The guard nodded. His job was complete. He gestured with his chin at the princesses. His subordinates nodded eagerly. For the princesses were each exquisitely beautiful. Royal and protected, like forbidden fruit, the guards were ecstatic that they would get to remove their clothing and gaze upon their naked bodies.

Two guards ascended the stairs to the wooden platform where the princesses were stretched vertically. They were both young guards who had been exemplary in their duty as of late, and this was their reward. Their cocks hardened in anticipation.

The princesses all saw the bulges of erections as the guards ascended to the platform. Princesses Niya and Yema wondered what was in their tunics and what they were about to do. Both worried suddenly that they might be stripped like the slave girls were. But that would be incredulous! They were royalty! Lexa was simply frustrated that they were blocking her view of the round backsides of the naked slave girls.

The guards approached Princess Lexa first. She looked up at the guards with her big, innocent eyes, inquisitive and unassuming. The two guards undid the broach on her left shoulder and slid her purple tunic off, revealing her perky breasts and thin frame. She blushed as her clothes were removed. She gasped out of instinct, but part of her mind also thought her breasts looked the biggest that they ever had, since her arms were up and her chest was out. She felt the air against her bare womanhood and wanted to cover herself by raising up her thighs, but she could not take her weight off her toes and she remained exposed. Her breathing grew rapid, and she realized she was naked in front of all of these men! She could not think of a reason why this was happening!

As their youngest sister was stripped completely naked in seconds, Yema and Niya were floored by the implications! The only time they had heard of naked women being brought before the King was for punishment of some kind. But they had not done anything wrong!

“Poor Lexa!” Niya thought as her mind raced. “She is so thin and young! How can they do this to her! She is only eighteen years old!”

Yema’s mind ran in similar circles. “How can they do this! We are royalty! They cannot do this! Oh, Lexa!”

But out of fear and shock, the sisters were all silent.

After taking a moment to look Lexa up and down and marvel at her supple beauty, they moved on to Yema. Yema realized what they were going to do to her and she began to writhe and resist as best that she could. “No. Don’t.” She said softly. She was stretched so tall that she could barely squirm against them.

“Please!” Niya added in her breathless voice, but the guards ignored her.

They undid the rope of her dark green gown and it fell to the floor off of her athletic body. Now she was in a dark blue loincloth and a tight undershirt that held her ample breasts tight above her firm abdomen. The guards ripped off her loincloth, exposing her tight, pink pussy and firm, round buttocks. She blushed fiercely at this, and Niya gulped and averted her eyes out of respect for her sister’s nakedness.

Slowly the guards removed her tight undershirt, letting her breasts spill out. Her breasts were large for her athletic frame, and her nipples were small and just slightly oval instead of perfectly round. The guards’ erections somehow got even stiffer. Yema looked down at her naked body and back up at the eager-eyed guards. She shuddered in shame and then bit her lip and trembled in humiliation.

They savored the sight before them for a good long while, before they moved on to the final, eldest princess. As they had stripped Yema, Lexa had locked her eyes forward.

“Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look. She’s your sister, don’t look.” She repeated to herself. But as the guards moved on towards Niya, Lexa could not help herself. She leaned forward and tilted her hed and peaked at her naked sister.

She had always thought her sisters were beautiful, but a whole new lexicon and pulsing attraction erupted within her at the sight of her naked sister. Stunning. Gorgeous. Sexy. Tight. Soft. “Wow! Her body is amazing!” Lexa thought. She bit her lip to make sure she was not drooling at the salacious sight before her.

Niya looked at the guards and opened her mouth to plea with them, but the look in their eyes made her close her mouth again. She realized it would be pointless. She closed her eyes and moaned involuntarily as they grabbed the hemline of her golden nightgown and ripped it off of her. Her breasts bounced at the sudden movement, and she gasped at her nakedness, still not accepting that this was happening to her. Her large breasts spread wide from her lean chest, and her pink womanhood was now on full display for the men in the room. She wanted to faint from the embarrassment.

Lexa looked upon her eldest sister and suppressed the urge to let her jaw drop. “Wow. I had no idea my sisters have such amazing bodies!” She thought as she felt herself getting wet with eagerness. But then it dawned even upon Lexa. If the three of them were naked, and they were going before their father, the King…

“Wait! No. We are not traitors.” Lexa said pleadingly to the guards. “This is a mistake!”

The guards furrowed their brows, took long looks at each of the naked young women stretched out before them, and then turned without a word and walked down the stairs, leaving the naked women on the platform.

Lexa looked at her two older sisters, for a moment forgetting her explosion of sexual desire. “What is happening?” She asked her sisters desperately. She had never seen their faces look so humiliated and embarrassed.

Yema looked back at her with despair in her eyes. Niya kept staring forward, gulping anxiously as her breasts heaved with each nervous breath.

Lexa remembered what the punishment for treason was. “Are they going to—?” She could not bring herself to say the wretched word, the incarnation of greatest suffering the Gods had ever devised. But her sisters’ silence said it all. The had been stripped and prepared for their very own crucifixions!
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Whether I enjoyed it as much as you I couldn't say, Illara, but I certainly enjoyed it! :)
 
Chapter 5 – The March

Minds reeling at the very threat of impending crucifixion, the nude princesses were nearly hyperventilating in fear, making their stunning bare chests rise and fall rapidly. The guards watching all knew that this was going to be an execution that would be talked about for decades.

The massive double doors to the large chamber were opened, and sunlight from the early morning flooded into the room. The naked women’s bodies were bathed in sunlight, their bare skin illuminated in every detail for all beholding to marvel at. Not a guard in the vicinity was without a pulsing, hard erection.

The three slaves tied to the crossbeams were wincing away from the sunlight. A guard cracked a whip against the air to grab their attention.

“Forward!” He yelled and pointed out at the empty city street.

The slaves looked at each other and at the guards in meek and innocent confusion. Their eyes asking silently if they were really meant to pull the massive platform with the condemned on it. Another whip crack answered their question, and they leaned forward and began to pull with all of their might.

The skinny slave in the center was struggling to contribute much. But thankfully the curvaceous woman on the right and the red head on the left were getting the task done. The platform inched forward at a snail’s pace. Which was exactly what was intended. The condemned needed to be displayed fully to everyone before their crucifixions.

And everyone meant everyone. Every single citizen of the massive, sprawling city was gathered around the execution square. Even people from outlying villages and towns had journeyed into the city to lay eyes upon the crucifixions. For when word went out that the princesses, the King’s own daughters, were to be executed, people flocked from all over to witness such a rare and stunning occurrence.

As the platform moved slowly through the streets, the naked princesses looked around in shame and fear. Their embarrassment peaked with each bump in the road and each bounce of their breasts or each heave of their chests. They were flooded with emotions of shame and humiliation that they had never thought possible.

Then they saw the crowd that had gathered. For them. Their hearts dropped and their faces blushed bright red. They squirmed in vain against their bindings, wishing with all of their might that they could somehow conceal their nakedness. But they could not. And the crowd whooped and cheered and hollered and yelled, and all eyes were fixed upon the naked, condemned princesses.

The three slaves, bent forward at forty-five degree angles to the ground, breasts swaying and heaving as they labored, continued to push forward with their legs and propel the procession forward. Such agonizing exertion meant they would expire quicker once they were crucified, but that was of no concern to the executioners. They had a hundred slaves girls lined up behind the execution stage, and many of them would taste the bitter agony of the cross while the princesses were tortured.

As the Gods’ Edicts said, “suffering is the language that the Gods speak”. Many would suffer in this execution, besides just the condemned three, as an offering of thanks and placation to the Gods.

As the procession of shame and humiliation neared the execution stage, a large wooden raised platform in the center of the massive city square, Princess Niya was trembling and hyperventilating, her breasts bouncing with each spasmatic breath. Princess Yema was squirming with all of her strength against her bonds, but it availed her nothing, except to make her tits jiggle even more. Lexa was too ashamed of her nakedness to enjoy her sisters’ writhing. She shook with embarrassment and looked around desperately for some sight of friendliness or reprieve. She saw none.

On a balcony, surrounded by priestesses and slave girls, High Priestess Vera looked over the heads of the crowd and saw the next, crucial step in her plans coming to fruition. The three naked princesses looked so utterly humiliated and afraid and degraded. Vera wanted to feel pity for them, but she did not. In fact, in the preceding months, to honor the Gods and to steel her resolve, she had kept, at all times, three young priestesses or slave girls crucified in her personal quarters. That way she worked, slept, and awoke to the sounds of their suffering, daily.

“I am the Gods’ greatest instrument in the mortal world.” She uttered to herself, smiling as she saw the sweat on the brow of the naked princesses as they drew nearer to her balcony and to the execution stage.

She took her eyes off the princesses, for a moment, and looked over at the magnificent execution stage and the complex processes going on behind it, outside of the onlooker’s viewpoint. On the stage were three massive wooden beams. They were laying on the platform horizontally, but there were mechanisms underneath them so that, once the crossbeams were attached and the condemned affixed to them, they could be raised up for crucifixion.

“Marvelous.” Vera whispered as her eyes drifted over the soon-to-be adorned crucifixion beams, and over to the back of the stage. A hundred slave girls were on their knees, metal collars around their necks, all chained together. All were bound, hands behind their back, and all eyes were locked on the ground in front of them. The desperate obedience of slaves was something she never stopped to marvel at and enjoy. Such an incarnation of the Gods’ will to see human beings turned into mere vessels of servitude and silent property. Vera could not help but smile.

She saw the line of naked men who would participate in the execution. There were easily a hundred of them as well, all selected from the military or the city guard or the citizenry. They picked the men with the largest cocks, in order to impose the most degradation and suffering upon the condemned. What a beautiful, holy process it was. She had been very careful with her instructions to the executioners about what rituals must be practiced for this execution. She had, at every detail that she ordered, expected the King to balk at her instructions, but her deception had worked so well and struck such a nerve that he nodded silently and broodingly at each of her instructions for the torture and degradation of his daughters.

This was going to be an epic execution. “I am one of the Gods.” Vera said to herself as the procession hit a rock and the princesses’ breasts each rippled with the bounce. Vera had never felt more powerful than she did in that very moment.
 
Chapter 6 – The Charge of Treason

The wooden platform carrying the princesses ground to a slow halt beside the execution stage. The slaves tied to the crossbeams were drenched in sweat, their chests heaving with exhaustion, their muscles shaking with depletion. The skinny one in the center of the procession collapsed to her knees, the right side of her crossbeam impacting the dirt. Miraculously, the other two slaves remained standing, hunched over by the weight of their crossbeams.

Guards rushed over and pulled the skinny slave girl to her feet by lifting her crossbeam. The three slaves were escorted up the stairs, onto the execution stage, and then were maneuvered carefully to where they straddled the thick beams of wood that their crossbeams would be attached to. They were sat down on the beams, and then their crossbeams were slowly lowered down and a large peg was slid into place to attach the crossbeams. The crosses now formed the standard ‘t’ shape known across the realm as the crucifix.

The slave girls did not seem to care about their impending death. They were too busy catching their breaths and resting their exhausted bodies against the wood. Their breasts heaved as they lay, and their legs spread out in rest, their vaginas open to the crowd. But they stared up at nothing and gulped in every breath with vigor.

The princesses were staring at the crosses. Their minds were in shock. They could not accept that this was happening! Where was their father, the King!?

A guard escorted a naked slave girl up from the rear of the execution stage. Her hands were bound behind her back, and her brown hair was tied in a hasty ponytail. Her ample breasts had dark nipples and her ass was perfectly rounded and fit. She was placed on her knees near the stairs to the back of the stage, and a cord was placed around her neck and attached to a stake in the ground nearby, securing her to her position.

Niya wondered why the slave girl was being placed there and for what purpose. Yema did not care, and kept scanning the area for any royal procession that might bring a friendly face. Lexa was enraptured by the slave girls hyperventilating on the crosses. Her mind whiplashed between horror at the torturous, callous looking crosses and lustful fixation on the heaving breasts of the girls tied to them. She wondered by her pussy was so wet at the sight.

Soldiers approached the princesses and simultaneously lowered the hooks holding their bound hands high above their heads. The girls were finally able to rest their entire feet on the platform, and their shoulders ached in relief at the change in position. With meticulous and apathetic efficiency, their bonds were removed from their wrists, their hands pulled behind their backs, and their wrists re-tied. Then they were marched off of the processional platform and onto the execution stage.

Had it not been for the pair of guards escorting each of them firmly, they would have frozen and balked in fear and shame. Each step made their breasts bounce for all the people of the realm to see. Each step brought them closer to the massive, looming crosses.

They were led to center stage and pushed onto their knees, facing the massive crowd that had gathered to watch them. The ecstasy of the crowd was palpable. The naked princesses were before them, bare and bound, and the crowd was ready to see them suffer. They all knew that they were witnessing history and were beyond excited for the execution that was about to unfold. The crowd’s giddy anticipation washed over the princesses, and their faces flushed as they sensed the cruel eagerness and writhed against their bonds, wanting desperately to cover themselves.

For the crowd looking upon the execution stage, Princess Niya was on the right, Princess Yema was in the center, and Princess Lexa was on the left. The empty throne for the King sat on the right side of the stage (from the crowd’s perspective). The Princesses were lined up eldest to youngest, from the point of view of the throne. A purple robed herald ascended the rear stairs onto the platform, walking past the slave on her knees, and towards the princesses. Following him was a retinue of guards, surrounding King Titus.

“All hail King Titus!!!” The herald shouted, startling the princesses, and inciting the crowd into a fervent and eager frenzy.

The princesses turned their heads back and to their left, looking over their shoulders for their father. Their only hope. Their last chance to avoid the cross!

They were surprised to see their father looking at their bare backs with a stern expression on his face and a complete lack of surprise. The complicity on their father in this whole thing floored them. He knew!? They all had the same desperate, pleading thought. He knew!?

The herald stepped to the edge of the stage and blew on a small trumpet. “Before you are three condemn—”

The King grabbed him roughly by the shoulder and pulled him back. The King stepped forward, addressing the gargantuan crowd.

“I am King Titus!” He roared angrily. The crowd was silent in anticipation. How unusual this was. “Ever I have labored to build this Kingdom and to benefit those under my rule! Treason shall always be punished to the greatest extent, in accordance with the Gods’ Edicts!” The crowd was silent. They all wondered if he would be a hypocrite and pardon his daughters. If he would deny them the epic execution they so desperately wanted to witness. You could hear a pin drop in the silence. “Imagine my rage at learning that my own daughters had committed such treason!”

Princess Niya shook her head in horror. “No! Father we are innocent, we—”

“SILENCE!!!” The King roared, turning to her with every vein in his strong face bulging.

The princesses all shrank back. They had never seen their father so furious ever in their lives.

The King turned back to the crowd. “High Priestess Vera of the Sisters of Sacrifice discovered the princesses’ duplicitous correspondence with enemy nations. Honor bound by the Gods, she brought this before me. Weaker, less wise Kings would have crucified her for even bringing forth the idea of treason of their own offspring! But I am not weak! I am wise and discerning! And I honor High Priestess Vera for doing her duty with integrity and excellence!”

Dozens of yards away, on her balcony, High Priestess Vera could not help but smile and laugh. I have done it, she thought, I am the greatest deceiver that has ever lived.

“So,” the King continued, “as much as it pains me…I must do what is just and right in the eyes of my people…and in the eyes of the Gods.” The energy in the crowd rippled. He was going to proceed with the execution. By the Gods, it was happening! The King turned to point accusingly at his naked daughters. “As proven traitors and betrayers of the Kingdom and the Gods, you all are condemned to torture and execution by crucifixion!”
 
Illara said:
“So,” the King continued, “as much as it pains me…I must do what is just and right in the eyes of my people…and in the eyes of the Gods.” The energy in the crowd rippled. He was going to proceed with the execution. By the Gods, it was happening! The King turned to point accusingly at his naked daughters. “As proven traitors and betrayers of the Kingdom and the Gods, you all are condemned to torture and execution by crucifixion!”
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Poor old Titus, eh? I expect Vera has a nice bit of treachery planned for him after he's reduced to quivering ruin by allowing his daughters to be defiled and then killing them on what he will doubtless learn are false charges. One can only feel sympathy (and perhaps a bit of lustful fascination) for the princesses.

Wragg said:
And you deserve the cross yourself, Vera! :mad::mad::mad::mad::mad:
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And look at that. The Loathometer (TM) has been put into action. An excellent sign, to be sure. You're doing well, Illara.
 
Jollyrei said:
Poor old Titus, eh? I expect Vera has a nice bit of treachery planned for him after he's reduced to quivering ruin by allowing his daughters to be defiled and then killing them on what he will doubtless learn are false charges. One can only feel sympathy (and perhaps a bit of lustful fascination) for the princesses.


And look at that. The Loathometer (TM) has been put into action. An excellent sign, to be sure. You're doing well, Illara.
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I'm absolutely honored that the story is resonating with you, thank you from the bottom of my depraved little heart. You are making me feel quite elated and happy :)
 
Chapter 7 – Rituals and Torture

Before the princesses could faint or scream or really react at all to their father’s callous, deadly words, guards descended upon them and undid the bindings around their wrists. Then they were pushed forward, onto their hands and knees. Their breasts swayed and dangled to the crowd’s delight. As per ancient ritual, before suffering the pre-crucifixion tortures, each must first receive the Seed of the King.

Without any further hesitation, King Titus stripped off his regal cape and his plush tunic. Stripped naked except for his crown, his massive cock swaying and dangling, the crowd began to chant the King’s name as he prepared to fuck his seemingly treasonous daughters.

The princesses were still not sure what was about to happen next. None of them had ever attended a crucifixion before. But on their hands and knees, completely naked, before the entirety of the Kingdom, they felt that what was going to happen was going to be horrible. They were right. They were too afraid at what would happen if they moved or resisted, after seeing the rage in their father, so they complied and remained in the humiliating positions.

King Titus took his large manhood in his hands and began to stroke it in preparation. He approached his eldest daughter, Princess Niya. She looked over her shoulder at him.

“Father?” She said in a breathless voice.

“A traitor and deceiver is no daughter of mine.” The King said coolly.

He positioned himself behind her and maneuvered the tip of his penis to her supple, virgin vagina. The King was a vigorous man, but he was dreading the ritual of giving his seed to each of the condemned. He focused on his rage at the indignation of having to execute those that shared his lineage, and when he focused on that rage, he was able to look down on Princess Niya’s soft, feminine back and her round ass and tight hips and see her as nothing more than a condemned girl he was about to fuck. Finally able to become fully erect, in his mind he began to stoke himself. “For the Kingdom. For the Gods.” He repeated the mantra to himself, and then he began.

Princess Niya felt her body tremble as the King inserted his cock into her. Involuntarily, she moaned loudly, and immediately blushed to making such a sound in front of the crowds. She blushed even harder as the crowd erupted in cheers and roars of ecstasy. Pushing himself all of the way into her, Niya felt her supple breasts swing forward from the force of the King’s thrust.

He began to thrust back and forth, and she was completely powerless to do anything but ride the King’s massive cock. She rocked with each thrust and her breasts began clapping together rhythmically. Her breasts putting on a show for the crowd made her so embarrassed and humiliated. The degradation was matched by the sexual moans and exclamations emanating from her mouth without her intention. She felt like she was no longer herself, but simply a vessel of carnal humiliation and entertainment for the lustful, leering crowd. She could not even think of words in her mind to describe the same; it was far too intense.

Princess Yema, on her hands and knees just centimeters from her older sister, was watching in shock and sympathy as her sister rocked back and forth from the force of the vigorous fucking. She watched as her sister’s back arched and she looked to be at the complete and utter mercy of the King’s powerful body. She wondered if it would hurt when her breasts clapped together like that? Niya was clearly not enjoying the experience. Yema began to sweat. She could not look away from her sister, but she wanted to. She wondered how this vicious crowd could be enjoying such a horrid spectacle.

Princess Lexa looked past her petite sister Yema and watched as her oldest sister was fucked. She could never have imagined such sounds coming from her sister’s mouth. It was like watching a person she had known her whole life turned into a strange, foreign entity before her; no longer her breathless, insightful older sister, but now a naked woman making sounds like she had never heard before. It was so degrading and humiliating, and Lexa was furious that it was happening. How could their father be doing this!? What correspondences of treason had he been talking about!?

The King was surprised at how quickly he finished inside of Niya. Letting out a powerful grunt, he felt his strong penis buck as he erupted inside of her. He watched with detached arousal as the supple, lean muscles on her back tensed at the change in sensation. He could see from her sides that she was breathing heavily. He immediately thought that he would love to see her chest heaving from the front, but he hastily rebuked himself for the shameful lust. A follow up thought placated him though; plenty of time to watch her breasts when she is on the cross.

Removing himself from within Niya (she let out a shuddering little “oh” as he withdrew from her), he took a quick moment to grip the base of his penis and give it a quick couple of strokes. He had the opposite of stage fright; the crowd of his people, those whom he ruled over by sacred edict, made him even harder and more aroused. Time for Yema. He was a vigorous man, and proud of it.

As he stepped behind Yema and placed his hands on her hips, his hard cock bounced up against her tight abdomen. Yema bit her lip and stared at the crowd defiantly, determined not to make sounds like her sister had made. Niya, sweat dripping down her brow from the forceful fucking, simply stared forward at nothing in particular, her big eyes wide from shock still, and her breasts heaving as she caught her breath. As the King rocked his hips back and positioned his massive penis to enter Yema, it suddenly dawned upon Lexa that he was going to do the same to her once he finished with Yema. She gasped at the realization.

Princess Yema was strong; her tight, muscular little body held stiff through grit for the coming experience. She bit her lip even harder as her father slid deep inside of her. She flexed her abs tightly and felt her heavy breasts sway forward. She flexed her arms and her shoulders and her neck and suppressed a deep, sultry moan.

The fucking began in earnest, and she fought the urge to make loud, sensual noises with every fiber of her being. She made it nearly a minute. Her mouth opened and air spilled out of her lungs, making carnal noises that brought her shame like she had never felt before. Once it started, she could not stop it. She felt like a braying animal now, gasping and moaning at every vigorous motion of the King within her, completely powerless to resist or maintain composure. It was sensations she had never before experienced, and she was completely at the King’s mercy. Her back arched and her breasts heaved, and her throat opened even more, increasing the volume of her sexual exclamations, to the ecstasy and approval of the crowd.

Princess Lexa felt such a confusing rush of feelings. Shame, humiliation, indignation and anger for her sisters and her own nakedness. But also fascination and a tinge of lust at watching Yema’s body take the vigorous fucking. Why is this making me feel this way? She thought to herself, unable to look away from Yema’s degradation.

The King was thankful that his daughters had such tight, supple bodies. It was making his Gods-given task as king much easier. He finished inside of Yema in about the same time that it took him to fuck Niya. And he only needed a moment to catch his breath before he was ready for Lexa.

Yema caught her breath quickly, for she was the most athletic of the three princesses. Niya moaned involuntarily at the realization that her youngest sister Lexa was about to suffer what her and Yema had just suffered. Yema heard the sound and turned to look at Lexa, trying to offer support silently to her. But their eyes met and the only thing that transpired between them was shared shame at being naked and degraded in front of literally everyone that mattered to them. The moment was ended when the King gripped Lexa’s skinny hips.

“Please—” Lexa started to plead, but the King interrupted her by thrusting his massive cock inside of her tight pussy. “Oah!” Lexa exclaimed shrilly.

The King began to rock his hips powerfully, pulsing Lexa’s petite body back and forth, her perky breasts bouncing forward and back, forward and back. Lexa was the loudest the three of them. She yelped and moaned and exclaimed loudly at the forceful fucking.

The King was feeling his stamina wane and he had to fuck Lexa extra hard if he was going to adhere to his sacred duty and finish inside of the condemned princess. He growled as he committed himself fully to the arduous task. Niya and Yema were stunned at the viciousness of the King.

The crowd continued chanting King Titus’ name. They could see him nearing completion. Lexa’s loud, shrill exclamations were only cheering them on. Finally, with a powerful slam of his hips against her ass, the king ejaculated into Lexa’s tight pussy. He leaned over and exhaled powerfully. Lexa’s arms shook with exhaustion. Her mouth was still open, though she had gone silent when the King withdrew his massive cock from within her.

The King walked over to the naked slave girl tied to the stake in the stage. She blushed and leaned forward obediently, wrapping her ample, virgin lips around his gargantuan penis and licking and sucking diligently to remove any of his semen or any of the princesses’ juices from his sacred, royal cock.

As this happened, the princesses remained on their hands and knees, breasts swaying for the delighted crowd. Sweat graced all of their foreheads, and their expressions of shock and shame and humiliation would be described by bards and citizens alike for centuries. But none of the three of them realized that their torture and degradation had only begun.

By the end of it, the goal was to have them eager and begging for the cross.
 
Illara said:
Sorry my pace in writing and posting chapters is slowing down, I’m getting ready to move and it has me super busy. The crucifixion will continue (as soon as I’m able)!
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Good Lord, Illara! I'm amazed you even think of writing when you're in the middle of a move, let alone producing hot stuff like this!

You take your time, we can be patient!
 
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