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Gods' Edicts Part III - The Crucifixion of High Priestess Vera

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Chapter 5 – Penance

The King looked furious. Absolutely enraged. He looked at her, and she saw that in his eyes, he had not an ounce of sympathy or respect for her or her naked body. He was here to hurt her. To make her suffer. And to end her life.

As the crowd roared, he locked his eyes on Vera and stripped off his illustrious cape and tunic. Standing naked before her, save for his crown, he advanced towards her. She flinched, thinking he might strike her. But he simply walked close to her and then turned, his massive cock swaying between his legs.

“Behold! A traitor! Of the highest degree!” The crowd roared in anger and a chant went up.

“Crucify her! Crucify her! Crucify her!”

The King smiled, and then turned to Vera and snarled at her. He untied her bindings himself and pushed her onto her hands and knees. Her breasts swayed and dangled to the crowd’s delight and her embarrassment.

Without further ado, no words nor ceremony, the King reached down and squeezed her breast tightly, and then pinched her nipple and twisted. She yelped in pain and she felt his hard cock bounce against her stomach. She braced herself for the coming stealing of her virginity.

The King, his gargantuan cock now fully erect, grabbed Vera’s hips and thrust himself into her. She exclaimed breathlessly at the sudden intrusion into her body. His massive penis engorged her and she swayed forward and moaned loudly, to the crowd’s lustful delight. Her breasts smacked together and she felt like she might fall forward from the sudden penetration.

But then the King pulled her back by her hips and began fucking her vigorously. She had never really put herself in the position of one of the condemned before, her apathy and superiority had always insulated her from feeling pity for them. But now, as she was roughly thrust into, moaning like a carnal animal, she was fully embarrassed and ashamed. Humiliated before the crowd and stripped of all dignity and humanity, she moaned and groaned sensually as the King fucked her with all of his might.

She felt like her face was beat red with physical sensations and embarrassment, and her breasts were already sore from smacking into each other. She felt the King’s tight grip on her hips and felt the penetration and expansion of her body from each movement of his massive member within her. She felt sweat dripping down her face from her forehead and realized with a pang of horror that the King was only the first of many who would do this to her. This debauchery and carnal torture was going to take up the rest of her life before the agony of the cross.

She would have screamed if she was not having the air actively fucked out of her lungs.

After agonizing minutes of rough fucking, the King slowed his vigorous thrusting and she felt his body tense up. He grunted and finished inside of her. As he removed his gargantuan cock from her tender loins, the crowd roared with approval, and Vera’s breasts swayed and heaved as she caught her breath.

The King walked over beside her and slapped his semi-erect cock on her sweat-drenched face. “Suck it clean.” He commanded sternly. She looked at his bulging penis, slick with her own body’s juices, in front of her face and realized with a pang of disgust and degradation that she had no choice but to comply. The only alternative was worse torture. And she was in for enough.

She opened her mouth and let him thrust his cock into her mouth. It ran down the back of her throat and she gagged, but he held the back of her head brutally and continued to throat-fuck her. Tears streamed from her eyes and she choked on his massive dick. As her mind panicked that she could not breathe, she realized that the King would not remove himself from her throat until she cleaned his cock of her own vaginal juices. Repulsed, she wrapped her sexy lips around the base of his large cock, feeling his balls against her chin. She sucked hard with her lips, and the King slowly removed his penis from her mouth, her lips suckling it tightly the entire way out.

She gasped when her mouth was free of his massive manhood. The King turned around and waved to the crowd, letting his semi-erect cock bounce proudly before his people. He walked over to his throne while strong, naked men with big dicks lined up to fuck Vera.

As the first one grabbed her hips and began to fuck her, Vera heard the slave girls bound to the crosses getting fucked as well. She had observed so many of these executions that even though she was facing the crowd on her hands and knees, getting thoroughly and vigorously pounded from behind, she could still visualize in her mind the busty slave girls on the crossed, hands tied taut and legs wide open as men thrust into them eagerly. They might even have some enterprising executioners tit-fucking them or ejaculating in their mouths. It was said to be good fortune to cum on a slave that was about to be crucified. Vera wondered how many men would ejaculate on her this day.

These are my final hours and I’m getting violated and tortured for all of them she screamed internally as the man fucking her finished and another took his place moments later. They are going to tie me up there without a shred of remaining dignity or will to live she thought with despair.

Her breasts were clapping together painfully as the men fucked her for the crowd’s cruel pleasure. The louder she moaned and screamed the louder they cheered. It was like a horrid, symbiotic relationship. The more she suffered, and the more they enjoyed themselves.

Suffering is the language of the Gods her mind repeated from habit. The mantra had only ever been a justification for her to brutally execute her enemies. Now that same truth was being manifest upon her precious body. Upon her very soul.

As she was rocked back and forth by the rough fucking, she managed to get out a couple of words in between sensual moans. “Pl-ease-don’t-kill-me!” She shouted. No one heard. And even if they had, no one would have cared.
 
Chapter 6 – The Slave Girls on the Crosses

The three slave girls on the horizontal crosses were suffering, both physically and mentally. The former was from the exhaustion of having hauled the crossbeams and Vera across half the city, and in the present from being brutally fucked by strong men with massive cocks while tied painfully to the cross. The latter was from the anguish of the physical pain, the shame of their stark nakedness, and the confusion as to why this was happening to them.

Each was racking their mind desperately for what transgression or error had led to them being punished so brutally. And they feared that it was only going to get worse. After all, why bring them all this way and do all of this to them if not to crucify them once the men had fucked them thoroughly.

The blonde slave with blue eyes and a stunning set of round breasts with large pink nipples was moaning breathlessly on her cross, her breasts smacking against her chin and then slapping down on her abdomen with each powerful thrust from the man fucking her. As this happened, another man was straddling her face, stroking his cock and watching her writhe and bounce with the fucking. He was so excited to cum on her face and bouncing tits.

The brunette with the short, shoulder length hair and massive breasts was suffering a similar fate. Her breasts were bouncing around like wrecking balls and her shouts were sultry and sensual. For having such massive breasts, her waist was surprisingly tight and skinny; the man fucking her planned to remove his cock from her just before finishing and shoot his load all over her tight stomach.

The third slave, the brunette with the longer hair and luscious breasts was getting epically fucked. As a man thrust in and out of her supple pussy, another man was straddling her chest, his hard cock squished between her massive breasts that he was pressing together against each other, all while a third and final man dipped his cock in and out of her mouth. She was gagging and writhing and squirming against the men, but to no avail. Strapped tightly to the cross, they were able to easily have their way with her.

After each slave had been fucked a half a dozen times, and had their ample chests and agonized faces covered in cum, the fucking stopped. Their feet were grabbed and laid over one another, and their feet were tied at the ankles and affixed tightly to the beam of the cross.

They were ready to be crucified.

Breasts heaving and mouths agape as they desperately caught their breathes, none had the wherewithal to ask what was about to happen or what they had done. The answer would have only devastated them more.

The truth was, they were selected from a random group of slave girls simply for the size of their breasts. And now, they would die horribly for it.
 
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Chapter 7 – Vera’s Suffering Continues

Vera was losing count of how many men had fucked her. She was in a stupor of pain and embarrassment; humiliation of epic proportions and an all consuming feeling of violation and shame. As the eighth or ninth man finished within her, and then departed to have the petite slave girl clean his cock, Vera braced for another man to penetrate her.

But she had a second of reprieve. Then another second. And then a third. But then strong hands grabbed her arms from either side. She was hoisted towards her feet and for a moment her vision blurred and she felt vertigo, like she was about to pass out.

But it would not have mattered. She was maneuvered by the strong men over to the stoked wheel that controlled the mechanism that raised and lowered the crosses. She looked over and saw that the three busty slave girls were fully tied down and ready to be raised up for their agonizing deaths. Their breasts were heaving lustily and their faces and chests were caked in sweat and cum.

The Gods will be pleased at their suffering Vera repeated instinctively in her mind. She was knocked down to her knees before the wheel and instructed to turn it. She gripped the stokes of the wheel and pushed with all of her might. It barely budged. She grunted and leaned into it, pressing with all of her might. It moved at a snail’s pace.

“Too easy for you.” One of the executioners said with a chuckle.

Vera flung her gorgeous black hair out over her shoulder and leaned into the wheel, feeling her breasts press together and she squeezed and pushed and exerted with all of her might. But then the executioner made it even more difficult for her as he inserted his hard cock into her from behind.

She undulated forward and moaned seductively, without meaning to, as her breasts clattered against the wheel spokes and she was thrust into vigorously.

Turning the wheel while she was being fucked was a challenge. She had to time her pushing to when the man was thrusting into her, so that her weight and some of his was all focused into the push. While he was pulling back for another thrust, her back would arch and her chest would heave, and she was useless to do much to the wheel while she rode the man’s dick.

As they were raised up, the slave girls moaned seductively. With every degree that the crosses were raised, they felt a further strain upon their already brutalized bodies. As the sweat and cum began to shift and drip down their bodies, they slowly realized what agony awaited them on the cross. As they realized that this was pain was going to slowly kill them, they cried out in anguish and confusion. “Why!?” The blue-eyed girl with the massive tits cried as she writhed against the nearly risen cross.

Vera cared nothing for their merciless and un-warranted plight. She was too consumed with her own pains and degradation. As she thrust her body into the wheel for the exhausting twentieth or thirtieth time, she felt a click and a reverberation as the crosses hit their limit of movement.

As the crosses thudded into place, the three busty slave girls exclaimed and writhed vigorously against their strong bonds to the unforgiving wood of the crosses. Vera knew her turning of the wheel was over. She sighed as the man fucking her finished within her.

As Vera’s hands were bound behind her back, she looked up at the three slave girls on the cross. Their breasts were huge, weighing down their pained chests brutally. Good Vera thought. The sooner they die, the sooner I can go up there and get this over with. But her mental bravado was just that; an act of her mind trying to rationalize the unacceptable reality that she was about to die! About to perish! About to have her very existence extinguished. And in the most painful way possible.

As the bound Vera was raised up, she knew what awaited her next. She turned and saw the bench laid out. The bench where a man would lie and fuck her pussy while another man fucked her ass from behind. She was not looking forward to being double stuffed, especially roughly and for everyone to witness and gape at.

Her breasts bounced together as she was raised to her feet and walked over to the bench. A man approached. He was lean and had a huge, skinny cock. Gods why she thought!? I don’t want him to penetrate me with that! She snuck one more look to her left, up at the slave girls on the cross.

They were writhing and moaning, putting on a great show for the crowd. Their breasts were crashing into each other and their backs were arching and their hips were undulating. They were naked, suffering beasts strapped to wood for the crowd to leer at while she was the main attraction. She wished their huge chests would weigh them down to suffocation immediately. But she knew that they would struggle and survive…for a bit.

During that time, Vera would suffer. Vera would be humiliated and violated. And the slave girls would only prolong their own suffering. What a genius way to inflict power and punishment Vera thought as the man stuck his long, hard cock into her already pulverized womanhood. She winced and shrieked. Then another man spread apart her ass cheeks and she knew she was about to experience something completely new.

As the man inserted his hard cock in her anus, Vera’s mouth made an ‘O’ shape and she exhaled all of the air in her lungs. Her back arched, her breasts heaved forward, and her eyes rolled back in her head. She was no longer High Priestess, she was a carnal fuck toy to be toyed with and agonized while she awaited death. Her mental and emotional anguish was profound and obliterating.
 
Chapter 8 – Double Penetration

The violent bouncing of Vera’s breasts up against her chin and then down onto the back of the hands of the executioner who held her rib cage while he fucked her pussy, was almost unnoticed to Vera. Almost. She was all consumed by the rough fucking and the domineering, autonomy-obliterating feeling of having multiple men within her at once. She was completely unmade as a person of authority and respect. She was a piece of meat getting ruthlessly fucked by men who were totally alright with seeing her die within hours.

As Vera’s soul died upon the bench of double-fucking torture, the slave girls on the crosses were also dying physical deaths. Their lungs and thoracic cavities were filling with fluid as their poor, exhausted bodies were stretched to their limits and exacted to gravity’s brutal toll. Their heavy, massive breasts made their pulling up for air difficult and arduous, and they were quickly aspirating on the crosses.

But not quickly enough for Vera. She was being fucked by men with large, thick, bulbous cocks one after another. As soon as one finished in her pussy, another finished in her ass, and then the two were switched out, and the rough fucking began again. She had no time to collect herself or catch her breath. She was an object. An object of sexualization to be humiliated and degraded before the crowd. And it hurt her that she had subjected so many women to this torture in the past.

As her breasts bounced like buoys in a tsunami and sweat cascaded down her brow and into her eyes, she cried out. She was not able to form words, but if she could have, she would have begged for mercy. But she knew, even as she did it, that the King would grant her none. She had subjected his own daughters to this very torture, for hours, and she would find no respite or mercy.



As the slave girls on the cross slowly died, Vera was fucked from both sides. Over and over and over and over again. The slave girl cleaning cocks with her mouth was red in the face and sweating profusely. She had suckled the cocks of hundreds of men at this point. Vera was panting like a dog in heat, her tongue out and her brow soaked in sweat, her hair matted to her forehead and her breasts bouncing to and fro.

When the last slave girl on the cross finally died, Vera was mentally shattered and ready to die. But the King would not let her die so easily. She was un-twined from the men double fucking her and led over to the spoked wheel that turned the crosses. She was made to lean against it and rotate it painfully slowly, as only her feeble strength would allow, to lower the crosses with the dead slave girls on it.

As their lifeless corpses were brought down, Vera panted and sweated upon the cross-wheel. It was a reprieve to do something without being fucked. She diligently turned the heavy wheel, like a common laborer, and let the sweat run down her bare breasts. It felt good to her to see that with every inch she labored, the crosses came down that much lower.

When the crosses finally hit their horizontal point with a thud, Vera exhaled tiredly and let her breasts dangle wildly. Her arms were tired and her lungs were panting for air. She wanted to go on the crosses next. She knew that she would not be, however. She had known from the moment that she had seen the hateful glare in King Titus’ eyes at the start of her execution. She had much more suffering to do.
 
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