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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!
Every time I read a story like this I imagine it is me they are doing it to and I get so turned on .
 
Chapter 8 – The Executioner’s Men

High Priestess Vera watched as the executioner’s men; all naked and muscular, cocks dangling wildly with reckless abandon, ascended to the execution stage. The men had been selected for the size of their penises, the larger they were the more gold the men were paid for their time and participation in the execution. This was where the beauty of ritual came into play, in her opinion. Sure, it entertained Vera to watch the princesses lose their virginities on all fours like animals (especially the youngest one, she had been quite loud), but the following rituals gave her true pleasure and a sense of righteous superiority. For the following rituals required people. Lots of them. All working in unison, their autonomy and individuality stripped from them, for the glory of the Gods. They all worked tirelessly to make the condemned suffer and feel shame. High Priestess Vera smiled widely from her balcony.

The executioner’s men split once they were on the stage, like ants filing towards two separate sources of sustenance. Half of the men began to line up behind the princesses. The other half lined up near the slaves on the crosses. Princess Vera licked her lips without thinking, as her eyes went to the naked slave girl on the stage who would be cleaning hundreds of cocks with her mouth. Hers was a truly disdainful task. Another person to suffer for the Gods, in Vera’s mind.

The slaves on the crosses were still too exhausted from the procession between the palace and the execution stage to give a passing thought to the naked men lining up near them, their dicks hardening as they looked upon the stretched, naked women. The slaves were still catching their breaths.

The princesses, on the other hand, though they were traumatized, had not yet had all of their wits fucked out of them. It dawned upon Niya first that her father had only been the first. She realized with resentment and anger that the reason was not sentimental; he just would not stick his manhood where a commoner had placed theirs. With a sigh of resignation, a feeble attempt to ready herself for further rough fucking, she acknowledged that it did make sense from a ritual point of view; the King’s honor was sacred above all others.

Princess Yema shook her head slightly as a large bead of sweat ran down the bridge of her little nose. “Are all of these men going to have their way with us?” She thought. “There are so many of them…” She looked at her sister Niya for reassurance and, seeing the broken look on her face, felt only more shame. “I’m a princess.” Yema insisted silently to herself. “They cannot do this to me.”

Princess Lexa was still catching her breath from the vigorous and arduous fucking her father the King had inflicted upon her. “At least it is over.” She kept repeating in her mind. “At least it is over. At least it is over.” Her mantra ended when she felt the wide tip of a new penis brush against her labia. “What?” She managed to say.

The men behind each princess had been looking at each other. They had been speaking as they waited for the King to finish, and they decided that they wanted to penetrate the condemned in coordinated unison if they could. They succeeded. All at once, the three men with cocks rivaling the King’s entered the tight pussies of the princesses and all three moaned in sudden surprise and carnal undulation.

The synchronicity vanished once the fucking began. Each man had a different pacing, and the clapping of the girls’ breasts against each other each formed their own little rhythm. “Music for the Gods...” Vera thought with a wide grin as the princesses screamed out and made their loud, sexual exclamations.

Seconds after the princesses were entered, the men straddling the crosses began their labors as well. They began to fuck the slave girls tied to the cross; it would be a travesty and dishonor to the Gods to crucify a woman with her virginity and any shred of dignity remaining. So the men did the Gods’ work, and fucked the slave girls tied to the cross. Their eyes had much to enjoy as they did their work; the girls’ breasts bouncing around on their tied-taught chests, the ways their stomachs sunk and their ribcages were shown as they exhaled sexually, the way their heads writhed against the wood of the cross as they moaned and tried to move against the fucking. The men finished quickly, and were immediately replaced by their comrades in line behind them.

The Princesses were not handling the ritual fucking well. They were exclaiming and moaning and their arms were already shaking from exhaustion at holding up their heaving bodies. Man after man after man fucked them to completion, and they began to lose count of how many men had ravaged them.

Meanwhile, the young slave girl who was cleaning cocks with her mouth was running out of breath. As soon as a cock left her throat, a new one was thrust inside. She was red in the face and sweating. How long could she keep doing this she wondered.

Though the Princesses were putting on a good show, the crowd needed more. It was time for the crosses with the slave girls to be raised. As the last round of men finished their fucking of the bound slave girls, some men stood over the slave girls faces or breasts and began to masturbate. It was good to adorn a woman with some cum before she went up before the crowd.

The petite, auburn haired slave girl with smaller breasts and pale skin, one the center cross, received a heavy load of cum that rained down on her stretched chest. She shuddered as the warm jizz cascaded down onto her.

The curvaceous slave with the big tits got a similar adornment from one of the Executioner’s Men. He had straddled her abdomen and had his penis between her massive breasts, holding them together with his hand while he thrust back and forth rigorously. Finally he exploded his manhood onto her upper chest and neck.

The lean, red-headed slave girl with the perky breasts and cute freckles had no idea what was coming as the tall man standing above her head stroked his cock vigorously. If she had known, she would have closed her eyes. He came all over her face, with his jizz getting into her eyes and covering her cheeks and mouth. She cried out as her eyes stung from the thick liquid and she had no way to wipe her eyes clean with her hands bound to the cross.

“Let’s raise ‘em up!” One of the supervising guards ordered.

The men finished inside of each slave girl, and they took their legs and placed them with one foot on top of the other, and bound them tightly at the ankles and to the wood of the cross, with a bolt in the back to keep their feet from sliding too low. Their knees slightly bent, they were simply relieved that the fucking was over. That relief would end shortly.

As Princess Lexa let out a particularly loud set of fucking sounds, a guard knelt down and began to work the wooden wheel in the stage that worked the mechanism beneath it and caused the crosses to slowly begin to rise. As the crosses were lifted at a tilt, moving slowly, the jizz on the slave girls began to shift with gravity. They felt the thick substance moving on them, and felt pressure beginning to form in their arms and shoulders and legs.

Once the crosses found their upright-position divot and thudded into place, that was when the slaves began to panic and realize what horrible fate was upon them. They squirmed and shuddered and shook their heads and worked every muscle in their tight bodies, trying to escape or wriggle free or at least find a position to hang that did not hurt so much. But their efforts were in vain. They were crucified.

Their breasts heaved with every movement and their naked bodies were on full display for the crowd. This tormented the slave girls, but the crowd’s attention was still mostly fixed upon the Princesses getting brutally fucked over and over.

Princess Lexa’s arms finally ran out of strength. She had no choice but to let her upper body fall to the wooden surface of the stage as a man finished inside of her. The wood felt rough and hard against her pretty face, soaked in sweat.

With the first Princess fucked until her arms gave out, and the slave girls crucified, the rituals would now progress to the next phase of torture and degradation.
 
Chapter 9 – Further Rituals and Torture

Guards grabbed Princess Lexa’s thin arms and pulled her up onto her knees. She looked out at the crowd and balked to be so naked before them, and drenched in sweat. She looked to her left and saw that Niya and Yema were still being fucked hard, their breasts dangling and clapping in the carnal motions. She wanted to comfort her sisters, for their moans and exclamations were intense and uncomfortable. But she also found herself fixating on their breasts as they moved in enrapturing ways.

Her attention was pulled from them as she was brought to her feet and turned around. She looked up and saw the crucified slave girls. Her jaw dropped immediately. The naked women looked to be in such agony! They were clearly exerting every muscle in their exhausted bodies just to breathe, and their nakedness was on full display, high above anything that could cover them or give them any shred of dignity. Pale, thick ejaculate ran down the face of the red-headed girl, and the same jizz was dripping down the breasts of the other two girls. Lexa’s heart skipped a beat. Are they going to do that to me she thought? She began blinking rapidly, unable to comprehend that as a possibility.

A small wooden bench was brought up and Lexa was laid down on it. It was just slightly inclined, so that she could look over and see the crowd and her sisters getting fucked. But she was low to the ground. Her hands were brought behind her and behind the bench, and bound there. Her legs were similarly bound, so that she was strapped to the bench and could barely move. What new horror is this she thought?

Suddenly she was surrounded by men. Naked, muscular men with throbbing cocks and dangling balls and eyes that looked her over with lust and fascination, and not a hint of mercy. They all began stroking their penises vigorously. Some instinct within her told her that the men were working up to something. One of the men grunted and stopped stroking. His cock pulsated and shot out a big wad of thick cum onto her chest. As he shot out more of the hot liquid onto her sweaty flesh, she realized what was on the crucified slave girls. The men ejaculated all over her body; smattering her breasts, tight belly, sore pussy, and even her face with the thick white cum. Once they finished another group of men came and did the same thing. She was absolutely drenched in cum.

Princess Niya was almost at her limit. Her arms were shaking and she was going to fall soon. She could not handle another man fucking her. As she prepared to lower her head to the stage, her ass held up by the man’s strong hands on her hips, suddenly he finished, and exited her. She took in a deep breath, readying herself for the next man, but instead, she was yanked up, her back perpendicular to the ground and her breasts resting against her body, sore from the dangling and smacking together. She was able to catch her breath, even as her hands were drawn back and tied tightly behind her back.

Princess Yema was athletic and she could have lasted a lot longer on her hands and knees. She was drenched in sweat, however, from the ritual fucking. More from embarrassment and the intensity of the vigorous swaying than from actual exertion. Nonetheless, she was extremely relieved when she was similarly exited and yanked up and bound hands behind her back.

Princesses Niya and Yema were turned around at the same moment. Their eyes went to the girls on the cross, lingering there for a moment while the horrible implications ran in their minds, and then drifted down to their youngest sister, tied to a bench and absolutely covered in the same thick, pale liquid that was dripping from the breasts of the crucified slaves. They made eye contact with their sister. She looked confused and shocked.

“Clean her.” One of the guards ordered Niya and Yema, nodding at Lexa.

“What?” Niya said breathlessly.

“Clean the cum off her. Suck it off of her and swallow it all.” He said gruffly.

Niya and Yema looked at each other and back at Lexa. They did not want to drink the thick, pale liquid. They wanted to drink water. The guards pushed them forward, and as they looked back up at the writhing slave girls on their crosses, gulping and gasping for every precious, pained breath, they realized that their reservations were futile.

Dropping to their knees near their sister, they leaned over and began to slurp the cum off of her body. They started low, near her pussy, placing their lips onto her flesh and sucking up as much cum as they could, swallowing, and then doing the humiliating, degrading act over and over again.

When Niya’s lips first went over Lexa’s labia and began to suck, Lexa felt a rush of pleasure and gasped sexually. Niya slurped up the cum and then looked up at her sister wearily.

“Did I hurt you?” She asked Lexa in her high, breathless voice. Her breasts were resting against Lexa’s thigh as she spoke.

Lexa felt immensely awkward and ashamed to be so aroused by her own sister! She shook her head no and gulped, silently in her mind willing her sister to continue. Niya nodded and resumed sucking the jizz off of Lexa’s pussy. Lexa bit her lip and suppressed a moan of ecstasy as her sisters’ lips did their diligent work across her body.

As they worked up her stomach, Lexa groaned some more. “Keep going!” She said to her sisters, in a higher pitched tone than she intended. Hopefully they would not judge her for the encouragement.

They finished sucking the cum off of her stomach and began sucking on her breasts. With their own soft breasts against her sides as they worked their lips and suction all over her perky tits, Lexa shuddered in pleasure and felt absolute shame at the same time. How can they have my sisters do this to me she wondered? It is so wrong!

Her chest cleaned off, Lexa and Niya looked her in the eyes with kindness and cleaned off her face with their tongues. They all looked each other in the eyes, trying to find some strength or solidarity. But all they saw in each other was shame and defeat and embarrassment and exhaustion. And it broke their morale.

Without words, they all traded the thought “we are going to be crucified, aren’t we”? They all felt like the air was knocked out of them with that realization. Guards moved them away from each other and Lexa was unbound from her bench. Once she was on her feet, her hands were bound behind her back.

Three benches, these ones parallel to the ground and not inclined at all, were brought up and set down on the stage. A naked man lay down on each one, their heads towards the crowd. They began to stroke their penises to harden them. The three princesses were maneuvered to straddle the men and the guards pushed them to sit on the men. As they did this, the men on the benches maneuvered their cocks right into the princesses’ throbbing pussies. The princesses moaned at being penetrated again, especially from this new angle.

Pushing them forward so their breasts swayed and dangled, the men on the benches put up their hands to the princesses’ rib cages, just below their breasts, to hold them up. Then another trio of men approached from behind and prepared to anally fuck them.

The princesses were shocked, confused, and blushing as the men spread their ass cheeks apart. They could not fathom what was about to happen. The men entered the princesses, and all three of them undulated with the sudden overstuffing of penises inside of them. Eyes wide and mouths agape, the men in unison began to fuck the doubly penetrated princesses, their naked bodies facing the crowd as they gasped and moaned in shame and degradation.

Princess Lexa was the loudest. Yema was trying to close her mouth and retain some dignity but that was completely impossible for her to do. Niya felt her breasts smacking against the back of the front man’s hands each time the two men thrust into her, and she felt like a carnal fuck toy, completely devoid of agency or dignity, on display for all to watch her ride the wave of the insane fucking.

The crowd applauded wildly. The sounds coming from the princesses were amazing and their expressions of shame and horror were fueling the crowd’s amazement at this wondrous execution. The naked slave girls writhing on the crosses was an added bonus for their lustful, wandering eyes.

When the men finished within the princesses, six new men took their place within seconds. The goal was to give the condemned no time to catch their breathes in between the rough fuckings. As per the Gods’ Edicts of ritual torture, this would go on until the first trio of slave girls perished on the crosses. Which could take a while. The princesses would not gain respite from the constant salvo of throbbing cocks for a long time.

For added entertainment, a trio of slave girls from the formation behind the stage were stripped and escorted up to the stage. The executioners had chosen three with ample, heaving breasts, for a better show for the crowd. These three slaves were fucked on their hands and knees next to the princesses, their breasts clapping and swinging wildly.

Priestess Vera smiled at the massive ceremony she had orchestrated. The loud, carnal sounds of the women were like music to her ears. Such suffering, she thought with a smile, is truly the Gods’ will. She leaned against the balcony and got comfortable. This was going to take a while. And she wanted to watch every moment of the display of suffering.
 
Chapter 10 – The Slave Girls

It had been nearly two hours that the princesses were being doubly penetrated. Their sounds had not quieted at all, however. They were still as overwhelmed and brutalized by each cock as much as the last. It was an excellent show for the crowd, with a total of ten naked women on the stage in various stages of execution.

Finally, the petite slave girl on the cross with the perky breasts began to exert her leg muscles to rise up and take a pained breath. But her shaking, exhausted legs failed after a moment, and she hung there, her skinny arms outstretched to their limits. She writhed a little, straining against her bonds, but then went still. She was dead.

Shouts of excitement went up from the crowd, for there had of course been widespread betting on which slave would perish first. The curvaceous slave with the big tits was not far from following her into death, for her heavy chest had made her work extra hard to push up for each breath. The lean, red-headed slave girl looked to still have some strength in her. She was rising up and breathing often, and squirming in pain and moaning loudly when she had enough air to do so. She was putting on a great show.

The slave girl cleaning cocks with her mouth was red in the face and sweating profusely. She barely time to catch her breath in between dicks being shoved into her mouth. And being an obedient slave, she made sure she suckled each one diligently to clean it, lest she be punished. She had no idea that all slaves who participate in an execution of a citizen must also be executed.

The King had been watching all of this from his chair on the far end of the stage, sitting there naked except for his crown, his massive cock dangling in between his legs, his eyes on his suffering daughters and their rough fucking. His expression was hard to read.

The curvaceous slave on the cross went still. Her breasts jiggled no more. She too had perished on the cross. This left only the red-headed slave girl naked and writhing on the cross. The guards of course took notice. One went over to the studded wheel that controlled the mechanism underneath the crosses and began to lower the three of them.

As the crosses rotated back and downward, the red-headed slave girl on the cross leaned her head back and breathed in deeply. She gasped loudly at the influx of air and her chest heaved and rose rapidly with her newfound ability to breath more normally. Her respite would not last long, though.

As soon as the crosses were at rest against the stage, guards went over to them. They removed the two dead slave girls and carried off their bodies. They also untied the red-headed girl’s feet so that some of the executioner’s men could fuck her a couple of times while they bound new slaves to the other two crosses.

Of the three slave girls that had been brought up to complement the princesses’ overstuffing and torture, they grabbed two and escorted them over to the crosses. Both slaves had their heads down, sweat dripping down from their foreheads and their breasts, obedient and docile. The guards did not even bind their hands as they walked them over to their crosses. Executioners took each of their hands and tied ropes tightly around their wrists, and then the slaves were escorted to straddle their cross, sit down, and lie back. The ropes were tightened and their arms were pulled out to their limits. They gulped at their arms being placed in the positions they would remain in for the rest of their lives.

Executioner’s men fucked them on the cross a couple of times. The slave on the center cross got a man putting his penis in between her soft, round breasts, resulting in a hefty smattering of cum on her neck and collar. Another man ejaculated on her face at the same time. Once they were finished, all three slaves had their feet tightly bound to the cross, foot over foot, their knees bent at about a 45 degree angle. And the guards all nodded to each other that the crosses were ready to be raised back up.

The one slave girl who was still on her hands and knees, a blonde with big tits and big, salacious nipples, was escorted over to the wheel that raised up the crosses. They motioned for her to turn it to raise up the crosses. She got on her knees to do it, and one of the men fucked her while she labored to turn the heavy wheel.

The crosses went up slowly, and it was pleasurable for the crowd to watch the slave girls’ faces as they realized slowly how painful this experience was going to be. Eyes widened. Mouths opened in agony and surprise. Breasts jiggled with each squirm and wriggle against the wood and rope. Finally, the exhausted slave getting fucked while she labored completed raising the crosses. They thudded into place and one of the slave girls on the cross cried out in pain.

With three new adornments to watch struggle and suffer on the cross, the crowd was ecstatic. The princesses were still as loud as ever as they were overstuffed and thrust into. The blonde slave who had raised up the crosses was brought to stand next to the princesses. A fourth bench was brought out and she met the same torture that they were being subjected to. With girthy penises in both her pussy and her ass, she could not stop moaning and exclaiming at the overwhelming sensations. She wished that she had gotten the cross, for now her torture would be prolonged. She wanted her slavery to be over. If that meant it ended on the cross, then so be it.

She looked over at the princesses disdainfully. Why am I dying for your crimes she thought bitterly? The men inside her finished and a new duo of men took their place, before she could catch her breath. She was no longer even a slave. She was a pair of bouncing tits for the crowd to leer at.
 
Chapter 11 – Lexa’s Humiliation

As the slave girl joined the princesses for double penetration fucking, the King motioned one of the executioner’s men. The naked man immediately obeyed and walked over to the King. The King spoke a couple of quiet words to the man, and then the executioner’s man nodded respectfully. The man walked over to one of the executioners and relayed the King’s orders.

“His majesty says that only two of the three condemned have been forced to swallow cum. He says that all three should endure the cross with stomachs full of it.”

The executioner nodded. “Indeed. We shall make it so.”

He motioned some efficient orders, and guards approached princess Lexa and the two men fucking her. Once they finished and her loud exclamations abated for a moment, she had a moment to breathe as no new men replaced them. Princess Lexa was exhausted and in agony. She had never endured such hardship ever in her life. She was not coping with it well. She resolved to call out to her father, the King, and beg for mercy, as soon as she caught her breath.

But that opportunity never came. Guards grabbed her by each of her skinny biceps and they pulled her back and turned her around. Once again, she was given a glimpse of the horrors that awaited her. The naked slave girls hanging on the crosses, each movement of their supple bodies pained and strained, their eyes and mouths open wide with clear suffering and torment. Lexa was appalled. Why were they putting to death so cruelly such beautiful women?

She was escorted around the formation of double penetration fucking and brought to the side, near the slave girl receiving the torture, and she was pushed down onto her knees, with the crowd on her left, the crosses on the right, and the slave girl getting double fucked loudly behind her. A guard grabbed her chin and tilted her head up roughly to look him in the eye.

“Please.” She moaned. “I’m only eighteen.” She noticed a line of naked men forming before her. They were staring at her chest or her pussy and their cocks were beginning to harden.

The guard shook her chin to let her know that he did not care. “Suck off each of these men. Swallow their seed, or we will make this torture last for days. Do you understand?” She gulped and her big eyes implored him to take pity on her. He was not swayed. “Suck them off and don’t be afraid to use your tongue. It will them finish quicker. Say you understand.” He ordered.

“I understand.” She said with trepidation. She did not want the men’s big, bulging penises in her mouth. And she balked at the idea of swallowing the thick, white cum that came out of them. She still felt humiliated and degraded from being covered in it hours before. Despite all of her exhausted bouncing and sweating, she still felt the shame and disgust of it.

Before she could reflect on it further, the first of the line of men approached and thrust his throbbing cock into her mouth. It reached all of the way back and down her throat. She gagged, stunned by the sudden appendage in her airway.

“Don’t choke on it, darling.” The man said as he began to thrust his cock forward and back in her mouth. “Wouldn’t want to deny you to the cross.” He looked her young, skinny body over and his cock pulsated with eagerness in her mouth. As tears streamed down her face from the gagging, she remembered the guard’s words. And she wanted this to be finished quickly.

She wrapped her lips around the man’s penis and sucked with all of her might. She flicked her tongue around, caressing his shaft and tip with it. He moaned in pleasure at her actions. She began to synchronize her head movements with his thrusting, making it a little easier on her throat and causing the man immense pleasure.

She felt the air caress her bare nipples and they hardened. She was embarrassed by this, but did not let herself get distracted. She wanted to do this and get it over with quickly. Maybe if I do a good job, father will show us mercy she thought.

The man ejaculated into her mouth. She was stunned by the sudden explosion of thick, warm liquid in her mouth, but she immediately began to suck and swallow diligently. She would not let any of the cum escape her mouth. She had been reinvigorated with the hope that if she did good, maybe the King would be merciful.

She sucked off the next fifteen men and swallowed each of their loads of cum. She was getting weary, her mouth was tired from all of the sucking and her tongue was growing sore from all of the caressing and stroking. The men did not care. As her blowjobs began to falter, they simply thrust their cocks harder into her throat to be pleasured and complete their task in the Kingdom’s honor.

She was gagging again and the tears streamed anew down her sweaty face. As the sixteenth man ejaculated into her mouth and she swallowed, barely, she resolved to ask for mercy as soon as her mouth was not full. He pulled his penis out. She barely got out the word “please” before the next cock was rammed into her mouth.

They thrust and they thrust and she gagged and blinked and suffered. She felt like she was running out of air. Can I die from this she wondered? Better than the cross she thought. Before the man could finish in her mouth, she swooned and passed out, falling to her left and hitting the stage with her left shoulder.

The crowd roared. She had been mouth fucked unconscious! They had never seen something like that before. Priestess Vera, from her balcony, perked up. She saw the young princess faint and worried that they might give her a reprieve from suffering. That would be an affront to the Gods! She got to her feet, wondering if she should send a runner to give instructions to the executioners.

But the men she had selected to oversee the execution were good men, and thought quickly on their feet, and understood the Gods’ Edicts. Princess Lexa was picked up immediately and brought back to the bench. Men took their places and they placed her upon the man laying down, and he dutifully inserted his flagpole of a penis into her tight vagina, and the second man did the same to her anus, and they began to fuck her roughly.

She awoke with a loud, pained moan and her expression immediately turned to horror as she realized that she was returned to her previous torture. She cried out loudly, shrilly, with each movement of the men’s penises within her. The crowd was delighted.

Princesses Niya and Yema were so thoroughly overwhelmed by the hard cocks in them that they had not even noticed their youngest sister’s short break from the bench fucking. Both of them were yearning for the cross. The torture was too much for them and they desperately wanted it to end.
 
Chapter 12 – Niya’s Humiliation

About half an hour after princess Lexa’s cum guzzling, the red-headed slave on the cross, who had been suffering horribly for hours, pain all across her body, began to realize she was about to die. She moaned bitterly as she pushed herself up for air, suddenly very aware of her nakedness before the crowd, and her ample, perky breasts as they rose with her intake of air. She got some air into her lungs and sank back down. Pain erupted along her arms and shoulder as she hung back down, and she rested her head by letting it lean forward (though really any position she rested her head in hurt terribly). Her legs hurt so bad from supporting so much weight at such an unnatural angle. She was in incredible pain. Her body had stopped sweating, which she barely registered. She was still wet with sweat when she felt the desperation of a lack of oxygen setting in, and she began to work her muscles slowly to raise herself up for another, horrible, terrible breath.

But her legs did not comply. They simply shook, feebly. She panicked. No! No! No! I don’t want to die she thought. She writhed with every muscle still able to tense, putting on a great display for the horrid crowd. But her writhing was in vain, for her arm muscles also were too weak and brutalized to pull her up for some painful air. She tried to gasp but had no air to do so. She looked down at her naked body one last time, felt overwhelming shame and degradation, and then closed her eyes. She passed out from a lack of oxygen and never woke up.

With the red-headed slave girl perished on the cross, the crowd shifted their attention to the two busty slave girls next to her. They had been crucified a shorter time than her, by a number of hours, however their hefty breasts were making them work extra hard for air. The brunette in the center, cum still adorning her face and chest, would rise up, arch her back (to the crowd’s delight), and then sink back down quietly. The black-haired slave on the right cross was coming up for air and yelping each time, her eyes wildly scanning the crowd as though some mercy or reprieve might come from there.

The crowd was growing restless. Sure, the slaves put on a good show, but they wanted to see the princesses up there! The young, naked, sacred girls on crosses was still an amazing revelation to be seen. It was so close to coming true that the crowd’s eagerness was palpable.

The King sensed this and realized that he wanted to appease his people. It was his duty as King. He also saw that his daughters were suffering horribly, as traitors should, and that they were likely eager for the cross at this point. As the Gods will it, he said to himself. He knew what to do to gauge the princesses’ agony as well as entertain the crowd. His penis tingled in anticipation.

He wondered which of his daughters to select. Not Lexa, she was barely holding on and would die quickly on the cross. Which he, realizing with a pang of dishonor, was grateful for. Yema would last the longest, for she was fit and healthy and she had ample breasts with which to appease the crowd. So logically it came to Niya, his eldest. Giving her body a slight reprieve now and humiliating her further would prolong her suffering on the cross. And that was good and holy, he thought decisively. He would have been dishonest with himself if he did not acknowledge that he looked forward to her being on the cross with her ample, plump breasts and wide areolas bouncing and jiggling. It was time to do his duty to ensure that that show went on as long as possible.

He stood up and waved to the crowd, and they roared and cheered and chanted the King’s name. He snapped his fingers and motioned at princess Niya.

Princess Niya, with the two well endowed men inside of her, did not notice her father’s actions. She simply rode them powerlessly and undulated with carnal acuteness. When they finished inside of her, she braced herself for the next rough fucking. But it did not come. Instead, strong hands grabbed her arms and pulled her back from the hated bench.

She was turned to her left, to face her father. The King stood, his penis in his right hand and his left hand motioning for her to come near. She was so exhausted that she did not even look to her left and behold the slaves on the cross. Her eyes were locked on her father and she remembered how, at the start of all this, he had roughly fucked her and taken her virginity.

She looked at him with her big, blue eyes and was appalled at the apathy on his face. She was pushed down to her knees before him, his massive cock at eye level with her. She looked up at him, her lip trembled and in her breathless voice she said “Father, please—”

“You are a traitor and no daughter of mine!” The King declared loudly to the crowd. He motioned towards his penis. He spoke this time not to the crowd, but to her. “Suck on my manhood, and swallow my seed. Do it well, with your lips and tongue, and I shall grant you the cross.”

She bit her lip, suddenly afraid again of the horrible, hated cross. She began to look to her left. She wanted to see what fate awaited her. The King saw this and did not want her to fixate on the suffering slaves and renew her will to live. He slapped his massive cock against her blushing cheek and reiterated his command. “Suck me off and swallow well and you shall be granted the cross.”

She looked like she was about to cry, but then she gulped resolutely and opened her mouth. Her hands still bound behind her back, her ample chest sticking out, he hefted up his large penis and maneuvered the tip into her mouth. She began to suck vigorously, and he felt pride well up inside of him that she had such strength after enduring so much torture and humiliation. The pride was fleeting. It was replaced by lust as he noticed her breasts bounce with every thrust of her bobbing head.

She was not using her tongue quite as much as he would have liked, and he was still somewhat tired from fucking all three of his daughters earlier in the day, but he nonetheless felt the rumblings within himself that he would be able to do his duty and finish inside of her mouth.

He grabbed the back of her head and began to fuck her throat, she gagged and sputtered at the sudden change. He had a massive cock and he wanted to see how far down her throat he could get it. After a couple of rough thrusts, the tip of his penis caressed by the soft wet tissue of her throat, he felt the explosion of his sacred seed coming. He steadied his massive cock with his left hand and with his right hand he held Niya’s head steady as he ejaculated heartily into her mouth. She gagged again. He was worried some of the seed might escape her lips and then he would be honor bound to torture her for much longer.

But to his surprise she sucked back and swallowed all of his cum. He released her head and she sank back, gasping as her mouth was freed from the stuffing of his hefty penis. She caught her breath, her chest heaving (to his and the crowd’s delight).

Guards grabbed her and brought her back to the bench where, to her horror, her double penetrating torture resumed. How can this be happening she thought? But she did not know that by sucking off her father diligently, she had just secured her and her sisters’ place in the queue for the cross. They would go up next. The only thing standing between them and the suffering of the crucifixion was two writhing slave girls with big, heaving breasts.
 
Chapter 13 – The Crosses

The princesses endured nearly another hour of double penetration torture before both slave girls had finally expired on the crosses. The crowd was on edge now. It was really about to happen! The princesses were about to be crucified! They could not wait to see the reaction of each girl to hanging on the wood of the cross. Their agony would wet many a man’s trousers in the crowd. Many of the men had been saving themselves for it, and could not wait to stroke their cocks to the princesses’ naked suffering.

The guards looked over the princesses dispassionately as they bounced up and down on the men fucking them. They wanted to choose one to turn the wheel and lower the crosses. The King saw this and snapped his fingers at the guards and shook his head. He wanted all of their arm strength saved for the cross. The guards nodded reverently and went over to lower the three dead slave girls.

The crosses were lowered back and the slave girls’ bodies were removed. The crosses loomed empty, hungry for the next unfortunate to be tormented on the unforgiving wood. The men fucking Niya finished and removed themselves from her. Guards came over and grabbed her arms and pulled her away from her sisters.

When they turned her around, she saw that the crosses were lowered. And empty. She gasped. Was it time? Was she about to be crucified!? Her mind reeled almost as if she was realizing for the first time that she was about to suffer the worst execution method possible. She blinked as sweat dripped painfully into her eye, and she strained against her bonds instinctively, but her hands were no longer hers to use.

A muscular man with a bulging erection stood at the foot of the cross on the right. She was marched to him, suddenly aware of her stark nakedness in front of the steel-eyed man. He reached out a strong hand and grabbed her by the throat. Not choking her, but holding her steadily. She was too exhausted and mortified to resist in the slightest.

Her hands were untied, but the guards kept a hold on them, lifting them to the sides where executioners tied strong ropes around her wrists. With her wrists tied, they walked her along the shaft of the cross. And when she was near enough the crossbeam to see the dampness of the sweat of the slave girls on the wood, she was halted. She mounted the cross shaft obediently. They laid her back and she rested her head against the wood. Her arms were immediately pulled tight. So tight she worried her shoulders might pop out of their sockets. She moaned as they tied the ropes in place and she felt completely immobilized by the binding. She flexed her toes and tried to stretch. This is the last time I’ll be able to move my legs she thought.

Feeling the sweat dripping down her forehead and her breasts and her groin, she focused on her breathing, trying to get as much air as possible. This lasted maybe a few seconds. Before she was interrupted by rough hands parting her legs and entering into her with a large penis. She moaned loudly and arched her back as he fucked her. Not more torture she screamed in her mind. Not more torture! As the man was fucking her, the muscular man who had grabbed her throat moments ago came and stood over her head. His erection loomed over her like a ship’s prow.

“We’ll stop your fucking when you swallow my seed.” He said emotionlessly to her. She gasped. How was she going to suck him off while she was getting the air fucked out of her!? He pressed down on the base of the shaft of his penis, angling it down towards her. She felt the man fucking her finish and another immediately took his place. I want this to end she said to herself. I need to do this.

She painfully raised her head up, using all of the strength in her tired neck, and wrapped her sexy lips around the man’s penis. It tasted like sweat. She sucked hard with all of her might, even as every bodily instinct compelled her to yelp at the rough fucking she was receiving. Her breasts were bouncing wildly on her taught chest, and she had to stabilize her head’s position as she was thrust back and forth from the fucking. But she kept her lips diligently wrapped around the man’s cock, sucking and licking with all of her might. Please finish she thought! Please finish already, I’ll swallow it all! I just need this to end!

As Niya suffered, a dick in her pussy and a cock in her mouth, the men rough fucking Yema finished their duty, and she was pulled back from the bench. Yema was absolutely drenched in sweat, and her curly black hair was stuck to her forehead, her eyes were squinting from the sweat dripping down into them, and her little mouth was agape in exhaustion and shock. As she was turned around, she saw her father, the King, sitting on his chair, watching the execution with a clenched jaw.

She tried to say “father—” but her lungs were too devoid to air to speak. As her chest rose and fell with strong, desperate breaths, she was marched over to the center cross. A tall man with a wide, girthy penis that was solidly hard stood at the base of the cross. She looked at the empty cross, and then over to her older sister, getting fucked while tied to it, a large man straddling her head with his dick in her mouth. She was in clear agony.

Yema struggled against the soldiers escorting her to her death. But she was small and they were strong, so even though she struggled with all her might, it availed her nothing. She kicked with her feet but they simply lifted her up and carried her the last little bit of the way. When they were right in front of the man with the thick cock, he placed both of his hands around her neck. He squeezed tightly, to let her know that she could not go anywhere. Feeling his strong hands around her neck, she relaxed. It was over. She could do nothing at this point.

Chest still heaving as she caught her breath, her arms were unbound and the ropes of crucifixion were tied around her supple wrists. She was walked over to the crossbeam, lifted up and set down roughly onto the cross. Her arms were pulled apart and she was tightly tied down to the cross. She thought her arms were stretched to their limits. And then they pulled them even tighter. She groaned in surprise. She raised her head up to look if she could see the leering crowd, but her vision was blocked by her breasts, riding high on her taut chest, and so she leaned her head back and continued to gasp for precious air.

As per ritual, she was also fucked on the cross, and as she squirmed and exclaimed, the tall man with the thick cock came and stood over her face. From seeing Niya, she knew what was required of her. She looked up at him with her brown eyes, pleading. He saw that she knew what was coming and in response he stroked his cock a few times, to harden it, and then bent his knees so it was within her reach. She lifted her head up painfully and began to suck him off as she was fucked. Her sweating resumed at a fierce intensity. The man fucking her saw her abs tighten with the exertion and her tight belly accentuated her rib cage and her ample, perfectly round breasts. He finished immediately, and a second later another man began fucking her, similarly aroused by her fit figure. Each man who fucked her relished the experience.

At the front of the stage, it was just princess Lexa and the blonde slave girl getting fucked doubly. They were in too much agony to realize that the other two princesses had been pulled away. Princess Lexa felt the heat of the afternoon on her pale skin and felt the sweat cascading down her naked body as it was rocked like a stick on the water in a hurricane. As the men finished and she braced herself for the next pair, she was pulled back.

She felt a glimpse of hope! Maybe I can plead with my father she thought? She was pulled back and turned around. She saw the empty crosses and saw her sisters on the center and right crosses, getting fucked in the pussy and the mouth. Their arms were outstretched tightly against the crossbeams. Lexa felt the blood drain from her face. It was too late! They are going to crucify us!

As she was marched towards the cross on the left, the only empty one, she shook her head manically. “No. No. No. No. No. No.” It was all she could do, her voice barely above a whisper and she struggled to wrap her mind around what was happening.

A fat man with a thick, dangling cock stood at the base of the cross. As she approached, he nodded at her. “Think she can handle sucking me off?” He asked the two guards escorting her.

She did not see the guards’ reactions, but she saw the fat man shrug and tug on his penis a couple of times. It began to engorge and she wondered if he was going to jizz all over her like the men had earlier in the execution. She felt her skin crawl. If she was subjected to more cum, she would absolutely lose her mind. She hated the thick, warm, liquid on her skin. In that moment she worried more about being ejaculated on than being crucified.

The fat man grabbed her skinny neck and held her tightly. He did not choke her, and she felt a sudden gush of gratitude for that. Her arms were untied and then ropes were tied around her wrists. She was just relieved to be catching her breath. Once her wrists were bound, she was walked over by the fat man to the crossbeam.

She looked down at the cross. Her cross. “No.” She said with a gulp. The guards lifted her up and placed on her on the cross, lying on her back. She shifted a bit, trying to see if there was a comfortable way to lie on the thick wood of the cross. There was not. Her arms were outstretched and she screamed “no” a bunch of times as her arms were pulled as tight as they could go. At this stretch, her perky little breasts were sticking up for all to see and she felt a refreshed wave of shame and humiliation at her nakedness.

A man began fucking her and she yelped and arched her back as much as she could as he rammed himself into her. As this was happening the fat man stood above her head and began to stroke his cock. He went at a good pace, enjoying the view of the petite, heaving girl and her perky little rippling breasts.

Lexa saw this and in that moment she knew. He was going to cover her with semen, and then they were going to crucify her. In that moment, Lexa lost all hope.
 
Chapter 14 – Crucifixion

Niya and Yema were suffering greatly as they sucked cock, bound to the cross, and were fucked roughly during it all. But finally, their trembling necks straining to keep their lips wrapped around the cocks of their executioners, they felt the sudden explosions of ejaculate erupt in their mouths. Niya swallowed it all and then laid her head back and moaned loudly. Yema was able to keep most of it in her mouth, but some spilled out onto her chin and supple neck. She licked her lips, instinctively, and was repulsed at the thick, gelatinous liquid there. Both girls gasped to catch their breath, their stretched chests heaving, their round, supple breasts rising and falling with each desperate movement.

As the men fucking Niya and Yema finished inside of them, the man standing over Lexa ejaculated all over her face, neck, and upper chest. Lexa opened her eyes to see if more men were coming to defile her. But the man standing over her, his dick still throbbing, turned and walked away to have the petite slave girl clean his cock with her mouth. The man thrusting into Lexa finished within her as well.

The princesses were ready to be crucified. As all three gasped for breath and writhed their sweat-soaked bodies on the hard wood of the cross, executioners came and took their legs and set one foot atop the other. They were bound tightly at the ankles, and their feet were tied to the cross so that their knees were slightly bent. They needed to be able to push up with their feet to breathe, so as to properly suffer before the crowd.

With their feet bound, the princesses were already anticipating the horrid fate that awaited them. Already pained and uncomfortable, they reeled at the thought of the crosses being raised. All eyes were on King Titus, his long, impressive cock partially erect, as he stood and looked at his daughters affixed to their crosses. Their implements of execution. For treason.

“Crucify the traitors!” He ordered loudly, enough for the crowd to hear his order. The people cheered and roared their agreement.

All three princesses blushed with shame. Niya thought how can father think we would betray him? Yema was simply stunned. Lexa shook her head, refusing to believe that this was happening.

The busty, blonde slave girl who had been doubly fucked along with the princesses was escorted to the wheel that raised the crosses. Her face was red from the rough fucking, her chest flushed, and her heaving breasts dripping with sweat. Placed on her knees, her hands were untied and she gripped the heavy wheel to begin turning it. One of the executioners’ men fucked her from behind as she laboriously strained and exerted herself to turn the wheel. The crosses were heavy, and it took all of her strength and body weight to turn the wheel, and it went incredible slowly. Which was all as intended.

As the crosses began to slowly tilt up, towards their lethal, upright position, the princesses attempted to brace themselves. But it was all in vain. For with each passing degree of tilt, the strain on their stretched arms began to increase. Their wrists throbbed horribly and shooting pain arced up their arms and their shoulders began to scream out in agony, and they felt tightness in their chests.

They quickly realized that pushing up with their legs, though it was difficult, alleviated some of the pain. But this got more and more difficult the more the crosses were raised up.

“Father! Spare us!” Niya shouted in her sexy, breathless voice.

The King ignored her. He watched with cold eyes and clenched jaw as his naked daughters were raised up on the crosses. He was not even watching the busty slave raising them as her breasts clapped together as she was fucked. She alternated between sexual groans, and then grunts of exertion as she leaned onto the spokes of the wheel to turn it.

Lexa bit her lip in horror as she looked out on the cheering crowd. How can they cheer for this she wondered with exasperation? I am about to die, naked and ravaged with man juices dangling from my face and chest! She wanted to scream, but she already felt the difficulty of breathing on the cross.

Yema was realizing that her athleticism and fit body were going to prolong her suffering. Already, she felt her toned leg muscles alleviating the horrid pain in her upper body, and she realized that it would take a long time for her legs to lose strength. I wonder if I can stop myself from breathing she wondered? So I can die quicker and not struggle naked for all to watch. Her chin trembled with emotion as she realized that this was going to hurt. A lot.

Niya felt the weight of her plump breasts pull on her stretched chest as the crosses rose higher. She was having a harder and harder time breathing. Her legs were working to keep the pain in her arms and shoulders at bay, but she realized that this was going to be the rest of her life. The “dance” of the crucified. With her breasts that she was so self-conscious of on full display for the crowd. She wanted to swoon from the thought. But she was alert and aware and felt every sensation in her body. She racked her mind for what she could say to plead for mercy from her father. But even as words formed in her mind, she realized that it would take tremendous effort to speak as she hung on the cross. This is it she thought with horror. The time for pleas is past; I am going to die. She looked up at the sky and wondered how the Gods could allow such a travesty.

BOOM!

The crosses found their holes and slammed into their full, upright position. This jerked each of the princesses painfully, their bound appendages shooting with pain, their body weight totally resting on their supple wrists and ankles.

The princesses were crucified.

The crowd was ecstatic and in awe.

Lexa pushed up with her legs and screamed in agony. Yema was also raised up, taking in air, and leaning her head back as her chest heaved. Niya was writhing desperately, trying in agonizing futility to find a position that was less painful.

The busty slave who had raised up the crosses looked up at what she had partook in and saw the amazingly brutal suffering of crucifixion. She felt no pity for the princesses, simply relief that she was the cross raiser and not the crucified. She did not know that a cross was already waiting for her nearby. But she was not the main attraction of the execution. So her hands were bound behind her back, and she was marched over to the slave who had been cleaning cocks with her mouth. The young slave was red in the face and catching her breath from the hundreds of men whose cocks she had suckled. The blonde slave was pushed onto her knees next to the petite slave, and both knelt there, obediently, their hands behind their backs and their breasts heaving, as they looked at the crowd, mesmerized by their excitement at watching three other naked girls die slowly on wooden crosses.

Lexa began to violently strain against her bonds, trying to find reprieve from the pain of crucifixion. But it was a wasted effort. Yema turned her head to her right, beholding her youngest sister thrashing naked in pain and felt the need to comfort her. But not only did words of comfort or hope completely escape her, she realized that she had precious little air with which to speak them. She called out to Lexa, but was only able to say her name, barely above a whisper. Feeling her muscles needing a break, Yema sank back down, giving her legs a rest while pain exploded anew in her shoulders and arms. She arched her back at the pain and her breasts swung forward, the soft flesh rippling with the sudden motion to the crowd’s delight.

Niya looked down between her large, dangling breasts at her father, the King. He was watching them with no mercy or pity in his eyes. She turned to look to her right and saw that her sisters were also suffering in agony on the cross. Her mind reeled at the travesty of it all. They were innocent! Lexa had only just turned eighteen! This was so wrong! And they were naked and none of them were virgins any longer! And their father had condoned all of it!

Niya swooned and wished that she could pass out but the pain was too intense. She struggled against the cross, her breasts swinging and bouncing, her pussy on full display. She was so ashamed. So degraded. She wanted it to end. And she wanted them to show mercy to her sisters. Looking over and seeing them suffer on the cross was too much for her. Niya closed her eyes and suffering in silence.

Yema was moaning in agony now. Lexa had quieted but was still thrashing occasionally, as some strength sparked up in her and tried to lessen the pain. Niya was hanging, trying with all her might not to breath, her breasts swaying, but finally she could no longer resist her instincts. She pushed up with her lean legs and sucked in air, painfully aware of her breasts’ heaving show for the crowd.

The crowd was loving it. And the King nodded solemnly. He had done his duty, and the Gods were appeased. To preserve his honor, he would stay until each of his daughters had perished on the cross. He sat down in his throne and looked up at them, feeling a tinge of shame as he lingered on Niya’s dangling breasts and his massive cock hardened.

Priestess Vera was smiling smugly. Her plan had worked. The princesses were crucified, and they would die in due time, once they had suffered properly. She was excited to see how long the middle princess, Yema, would last. She might be the most fit girl I have ever witnessed crucified, Vera thought with a grin.

Almost as if she could hear the Priestess’ thoughts, Lexa turned from her cross and made eye contact with the beautiful, white clad Priestess. She gulped and quickly resumed her frantic writhing on the cross. Priestess Vera had seen countless women crucified. She looked at Lexa’s petite body, perky breasts, and sweat drenched pale skin, and she knew; Lexa would definitely be the first to expire on the cross. She simply was not strong enough and she could see in the young girl’s eyes that her will was broken.

Priestess Vera licked her lips in excited anticipation.
 
Chapter 15 – Suffering on the Crosses

Many men in the crowd had their hands in their pants, pleasuring themselves to the writhing of the naked princesses on their crosses. Each of the girls noticed and felt a new wave of degradation and shame wash over them. But they had no words with which to express their humiliation, for they were in far too much agony and pain.

Niya raised herself painfully for a gulp of air, her breasts swaying heavily from her exhausted chest. As she gulped and forced air down her parched throat, she looked to her right and beheld her crucified sisters. Yema was hanging with her head down, her chest barely moving. But she was surely just resting in between painful breaths. Lexa was raised up by the strength of her slender legs, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she gritted her teeth and held her head back in pain.

Niya watched as her youngest sister moaned and sunk back down, her weight back on her poor, hyper-extended arms and her skinny little legs. Cum was dripping down one of her breasts and her head hung in shame and pain. Niya wanted to call out to her, but her own pain was too unbearable. Niya sank back down and felt pain shoot through her body. Her breasts jiggled as she writhing instinctively, her brutalized mind searching in vain for some position that did not hurt as much.

On the cross, no such position existed.

As the sun beat down on soft, supple, sweat-drenched bodies of the naked princesses, the crowd was celebrating and watching, entertained and ecstatic. Many men had cum stains in their pants. The King’s rage and other, less acknowledged, emotions, were ebbing. He was growing bored. He motioned for the two bound slave girls at the foot of the cross to be brought over to him. He leaned back in his chair and let his cock hang mightily between his legs.

The slaves’ hands were unbound. “Pleasure the King.” One of the guards said. After being part of the execution and seeing all of the rituals, they knew what to do. The began to eagerly suck his huge cock and stroke it diligently with their free hands. Their lips and tongues never left the King’s cock, for the slave girls knew their lives hung in the balance of how well they pleasured the King. They had no idea that crosses were waiting for them once the princesses expired. Embarrassed at their nudity and jiggling breasts, they were nonetheless relentless in their oral pleasuring the King.

While the girls worked their best on his dick, the King looked up at his daughters on their crosses. He felt immensely powerful in that moment; to be receiving oral stimulation and pleasure from two naked slaves while Niya and Yema and Lexa agonized on the crosses. It was the ultimate schism of power; he was at the zenith of it and they were completely and utterly powerless and humiliated. How exhilarating he thought!

Lexa raised herself for another horrific, painful breath. Sweat was dripping in her eyes. It stung painfully, but it only complemented instead of eclipsed the pain coursing through the rest of her body. She yelled out in pain and looked for her father for something. Anything. And she saw him, looking up at her smugly while two naked girls suckled his massive penis. What did I do to deserve this, father she wondered in despair? She sank back down, her body trembling in horrible pain. It was so hard to breathe.

She hung there, wanting to cry or scream or plead, but she had no air. No energy. No willpower remaining. She felt the tightness gripping her chest. She needed to breathe again. She exerted her legs and moaned sensually. Her legs shook and she blushed with humiliation as she worked her naked body up slowly and painfully to where she could get air in.

She barely got any in before her legs gave out with exhaustion. She sank back down and realized that her body was finished. She was dying. I don’t want to die she thought. I don’t want to die like this. I want to be clothed and dignified. Oh! It hurts so much!

She began to swing side to side slightly, trying instinctively to pull herself up with her arms. But they were exhausted too. Her body not responding, she began to panic.

Niya and Yema saw the movement and somehow in their minds they knew that Lexa was in trouble. They both gulped and were horrified at realizing that she was going to die soon. Then it hit them that her naked body would just be there while they slowly died, and the indignation and awfulness of it all hit them like a pile of stones. Yema called out Lexa’s name. Niya shouted an incoherent sound of pain and anguish.

Lexa’s head leaned back and she arched her back, desperate for air, her perky breasts on perfect display for the crowd as they bounced on her taut chest. Her body went limp, utterly exhausted. Her head leaned forward, staring down between her breasts and her spread legs, past her pink womanhood, and down the shaft of her merciless cross. Her vision began to blur.

She began to writhe. She just wanted the pain to stop. She desperately wanted the pain to stop. She slowly and agonizingly began to lose consciousness. But the pain remained horribly present up until the very last moment that her mind was registering it.

Lexa finally went still. Yema looked up at the sky and cursed the Gods for allowing such a travesty. Niya looked down and noticed that her father, the King, was still getting a wet, emphatic blowjob while his youngest daughter perished. And he barely seemed to care. Niya moaned in despair and raised herself up for another horrific breath.

The crowd cheered at Lexa’s death. Bets were won. A few were lost. But many had wisely guessed that Princess Lexa would be the first to expire on the cross. On her balcony, Priestess Vera smiled. The other two princesses would suffer for hours more. And they were putting on a great show.
 
Chapter 16 – Princess Niya’s Final Hours

The King had moved his gaze from the unmoving, dead body of Lexa over to the writhing and titillating bodies of Yema and Niya. The slave girls energetically sucking his dick were not slowing down; why should his gaze linger on his crucified daughter who was no longer moving? He gulped as the busty slave girl sucking him off did a nice little twirl with her tongue on his shaft, and he felt pleasure course through his body. It was good to be King.

Niya and Yema were doing the “dance of the crucified”; writhing and moaning and coming up for air and sinking back down, all while their doomed bodies struggled against the crosses in a futile effort to alleviate or avoid the pain. With their ample breasts jiggling and bouncing, the crowd was immensely pleased. This was an execution that would be spoken of for decades!

The King groaned. He was about to ejaculate. The slave girls noticed, and the petite one with the big eyes who had been cleaning cocks wrapped her lips around the head of his penis and sucked hard while the one with the big tits licked his shaft and wrapped both of her hands around the base of his cock, stroking firmly. He exploded in the slave girl’s mouth, and she sucked down all of his manhood with impressive suction. She continued sucking for many seconds after he had finished, keeping her lips airtight around his cock like her life depended on it. It did, in a sense. If she had failed to give a good blowjob to the King, she would be tortured for days and then executed. But because of her pleasurable dick-sucking labor, she would be rewarded with a crucifixion later that day and no torture. Well, unless the palace guards wanted to fuck her a couple of times before strapping her to the cross. He wondered how the one with the big tits will look on her cross later today. He could always stop by and see once the execution was over.

The King nodded, his approval of the slave girls’ labor causing the guards to come over and re-bind their hands behind their back and bring them over to the base of the crosses. The King stood up, his massive cock still somewhat erect from the excellent blowjob he had just received.

He looked out at the crowd and waved and the crowd waved back and began chanting his name. Up on the crosses, Niya and Yema looked down at their father and his supporters and were completely flabbergasted. How is this happening Niya screamed in her mind!? I’m naked and suffering in front of everyone and they’re cheering!

Yema was having similar thoughts. This hurts so much! How did they devise such an awful and degrading way to put someone to death!? I’m naked and I’m in pain, and they are cheering!?



Yema and Niya writhed and moaned and sweated and undulated on the crosses, to the crowd’s delight, for hours. Their naked bodies were on full display, titillating the crowd with every single movement.

Finally, Niya began to hope that her time was near. She was craving death at this point. All hope had left her and she was eager to die. Eager for the pain to end. Eager for the awareness of her nakedness and shame to end.

Her plump breasts were weighing heavily on her strained chest, and she was having to use every muscle in her arms and shoulders and legs to push up for some air. Her nipples grew hard. She stopped sweating. She arched her back and tried to bring in air, painfully aware of how her breasts were heaving for the crowd. She pushed up with all of her might and looked at her sister Yema.

Yema looked back at her. Both of them were beyond pain and tortured into utter despair. They had nothing to convey to each other but shock that this was indeed happening. Niya sank back down and no longer had the strength to turn her head to look at her sister. She drooped her head and her neck hurt. Her whole body hurt. Her vision began to be filled with little dots and she felt her heart racing in her chest.

She clenched her round, soft butt and strained and pushed with every muscle she had and tried to come up for air but…it was of no avail. She struggled and writhed and shook her breasts from side to side as she exerted her brutalized body, but she was done. Her body had suffered too much. Her jaw dropped and she looked out at the crowd with her bright blue eyes. Her eyes were wide and her mouth agape. She looked stunned that she was about to die.

As the stared out at them and trembled in her final moments, the crowd began to chant “Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!”.

Her final thoughts were I am not a traitor. I did nothing wrong.

And with that, her head dropped and she suffered greatly, immobilized in pain for minutes longer until her life finally ended.

And with that, Princess Yema was the final living heir of King Titus VI. For a short time longer, at least. Yema heaved up her supple, naked body, took in air, and let out a cry of pain. Her tight abdomen was clenched and her breasts were rising and falling desperately. She sank back down and the crowd got comfortable for the final hours of Princess Yema.
 
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