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!