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

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Chapter 9 – The Next Batch of Slaves

As Vera’s hands were bound behind her back, she was brought back to the bench for further fucking and double penetration. She groaned in dread as she was led back for more torture.

A fresh trio of slaves were selected from the group on standby. There was a red-headed girl, short in stature with large breasts and freckles on her cute face. A lean girl with black hair and plump, average breasts with pointy pink nipples. And a blonde with her hair tied back in a pony tail, her 36DD breasts each capped by wide areolas and round nipples. The three fit slave girls were stripped naked and walked up onto the stage while Vera was being loudly fucked.

All three slave girls were obedient and kept their eyes down as much as they could. They all blushed at being naked in front of the crowd. Having just watched three slave girls crucified, they each worried about their own fate. Each of the girls was praying desperately in their minds that they would only be humiliated and degraded and then returned to their normal slavery. None wanted to endure the horror of the cross.

All three were pushed onto their hands and knees so that they could be fucked and their breasts could sway and bounce seductively for the crowd. All three slave girls were virgins, and each realized that they were about to lose that status. They all gulped at seeing Vera’s loud, carnal suffering.

The crowd was delighted at the line of naked women before them. Men came and fucked the slave girls from behind. They were not expecting the roughness and the degradation that was inflicted upon them. Their backs arched, their breasts moved with a ferocity, and they cried out in sexual moans and sounds of pure anguish. The crowd was loving it.

Vera was in such a state of pain and humiliation and mental shattering at her humanity being stripped from her that she barely registered the new women suffering next to her. Vera knew the methodology of execution. The three slave girls would be fucked until their arms gave way. Then they would get the bench of double penetration, as Vera was on now, and ride that horror for a couple of men. And then they would be crucified. The torture had multiple reasons; none of which were to punish for the slaves, for they were guiltless and had done nothing wrong. The torture was to appease the Gods with suffering, and to tire out the slave girls so they expired slightly quicker on the crosses. The goal was to entertain the crowd with a variety of naked women on the crosses or in torture, up until the final event, which would be Vera’s execution.

Vera exclaimed as a man pulled out an ejaculated all over her round backside. One of the guards cursed at the man and came over and wiped the cum off of Vera with a rough cloth.

“Don’t leave a mess for the next man, ya bastard.” The guard chastised the man, who awkwardly apologized.

It gave Vera about fifteen seconds to catch her breath before the next men penetrated her. She desperately wanted this all to end. The pain, the degradation, the dread of what was still to come, it was all too much for her.
 
Chapter 10 – A Surprise for Vera

The cycle of deflowering and crucifying virgin slave girls while Vera was fucked ruthlessly went on thrice more. Nine more slave girls suffered the humiliation of stripping, double penetration, and crucifixion by being strapped tightly to the three crosses.

Vera wanted to pass out, but even with her thirst, pain, and overwhelming embarrassment and despair, she was lucid and feeling everything, much to her horror.

As the three slave girls currently on the cross were nearing their deaths, their movements becoming slower and even more pained and sporadic, the King stood, his massive cock dangling between his strong legs. He nodded at the men fucking Vera. They nodded back, and hastened their fucking of the condemned woman.

Vera did not notice this, she simply felt the men’s thrusting increase in pace and vigor. As they finished within her, she was surprised when she was pulled off of the bench instead of immediately penetrated again.

Is it time she wondered? Am I about to go upon the cross? Her hands were being untied from behind her back. She was confused. Why would they untie her here, with her nude, sweating body facing the crowd? As her breasts heaved and she caught her breathe, she was even more perplexed as her hands were brought in front of her and bound at the wrist.

While she had been being fucked, a cable had been pulled tight from balconies flanking the stage, so it spanned the air above her, parallel to the wooden stage. Another cable was flung over it, with a hook on the end. This hook was lowered and the rope between her wrist was affixed to it. The rope was pulled, and her hands were raised above her head.

What in the Gods’ names are they doing she wondered? This was not normal execution procedure. Her nude body trembling from exhaustion, stretched taut before the crowd, the groans of the slave girls on the cross telling Vera that they still drew breath (barely), Vera wondered what was about to happen to her.

The King approached Vera and looked her up and down. She made eye contact with him and implored him with her big, beautiful green eyes to grant her mercy. Her lip trembled. She had been through more torture and pain and shame and horror in the last twelve hours than she could possibly express or wrap her mind around.

The King saw this, and he smiled. “You’ve earned every ounce of suffering, you cunt.” He said to her. “I will make you suffer today in such a way that no one ever even thinks of attempting the betrayal you committed.” He reached out with his strong hand and wrapped it around her supple neck, squeezing and choking her. “You have not even begun to truly suffer, you pitiful slut.” He saw the fear in her eyes and let go of her throat. Turning to the crowd, he looked out at the people and waved. “THIS TRAITOR’S EVIL IS ESPECIALLY VILE! HOW MANY LASHES SHALL SHE RECEIVE BEFORE THE CROSS!?”

The crowd erupted in answers ranging from a hundred to a thousand as Vera’s stomach dropped. Lashes!? They’re going to flog me!? Her mind reeled. She imagined the soft, precious skin of her perfect back being ripped by a rough whip. She opened her mouth to shout “No!” but she was too parched and she simply gasped hoarsely.

The King waved his hands to silence the crowd. “I think one hundred lashes will not spoil her for the cross!” The King laughed with cruel mirth. “ONE HUNDRED LASHES FOR THE TRAITOR!”

Vera turned and saw a strong man, naked and with a completely erect cock, unfurling his long whip. Vera wanted to faint, but instead she began to sweat and shake in fear.

The whip cracked behind her and Vera tensed up in fear. She could not believe that they were going to desecrate her body further before crucifying her. This was madness!

The first strike landed across her back and she screamed out in pain and shock!

Her breasts bounced vigorously as her body rippled with the shock of the strike.

Before she could beg for mercy, the next strike landed. And the third. And the fourth. She screamed each time, her voice cracking from thirst and pain. She felt the skin on her back break from the fifth lashing, and the sting was so incredibly painful that she nearly did pass out. Her vision full of little dots of light, her eyes stinging from sweat, and tears cascading down her face, she was in the most pain that she had ever been in.

And she still had ninety five more lashes to receive.
 
Illara said:
The King waved his hands to silence the crowd. “I think one hundred lashes will not spoil her for the cross!” The King laughed with cruel mirth. “ONE HUNDRED LASHES FOR THE TRAITOR!”
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No mercy, only pain, blood, and degradation for the traitor!
Illara said:
Vera turned and saw a strong man, naked and with a completely erect cock, unfurling his long whip. Vera wanted to faint, but instead she began to sweat and shake in fear.
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Ooooh, the fearful anticipation, not knowing how bad the pain to come will be! This is what you did to the errant priestesses, it’s your turn traitorous bitch!
Illara said:
The whip cracked behind her and Vera tensed up in fear. She could not believe that they were going to desecrate her body further before crucifying her. This was madness!
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Good, you should always fear your punishment, anf your crime is especially heinous!
Illara said:
The first strike landed across her back and she screamed out in pain and shock!
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Perfect!
Illara said:
Her breasts bounced vigorously as her body rippled with the shock of the strike.
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Feel the pain in your viscera, traitor!
Illara said:
Before she could beg for mercy, the next strike landed. And the third. And the fourth. She screamed each time, her voice cracking from thirst and pain. She felt the skin on her back break from the fifth lashing, and the sting was so incredibly painful that she nearly did pass out. Her vision full of little dots of light, her eyes stinging from sweat, and tears cascading down her face, she was in the most pain that she had ever been in.
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Good, very good, feel the pain of the lash as your due reward!
Illara said:
And she still had ninety five more lashes to receive.
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And I shall savour every last one of them!

Illara said:
I want to know how many of you are able to masturbate to this story. I am so honored to write it and bring it to life, it arouses me so much.
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Well, is it embarrassing to admit that now I can?

:very_hot: :azote::azote::azote:
 
Loinclothslave said:
No mercy, only pain, blood, and degradation for the traitor!

Ooooh, the fearful anticipation, not knowing how bad the pain to come will be! This is what you did to the errant priestesses, it’s your turn traitorous bitch!

Good, you should always fear your punishment, anf your crime is especially heinous!

Perfect!

Feel the pain in your viscera, traitor!

Good, very good, feel the pain of the lash as your due reward!

And I shall savour every last one of them!



Well, is it embarrassing to admit that now I can?

:very_hot: :azote::azote::azote:
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I am honored I’m glad this is pleasurable for you
 
Chapter 11 – Scourging

Vera passed out three times during the lashing. But the executioner’s men were diligent and perfunctory at their work. Whenever her head dropped into unconsciousness, they halted the flogging, revived her, and then proceeded. This ensured that she felt every single lashing.

She screamed each time she was struck. She could not help herself.

After lash number eighty-two, the man whipping her had to pause for a moment while he stroked his cock a few times and ejaculated onto the wood of the stage. Each time he struck Vera and she screamed, his cock had trembled with arousal and excitement, and he could contain his horniness no longer. The slave girl who had been sucking cocks clean was brought over and made to swallow his cum off of the wood of the stage.

Vera was whipped until she had received exactly one hundred lashes. Then the King came over and asked for the whip. The naked man (his cock still hard with arousal), nodded deferentially and gave his sire the whip.

King Titus raised it back and struck powerfully. Vera shrieked in pain. He flogged her an additional thirty times, before he realized that he was eager to see her crucified and suffer her final indignations and horrors.

The King tossed the whip back to the flogging master and ordered Vera hydrated, to maximize her suffering on the cross.

A small vase of water was brought and forced down her throat, she was too exhausted to protest or resist in any way. She swallowed the water, but her back was in too much pain for the water to be of any relief.

She felt blood trickling and dripping down her bare ass and legs and onto the ground.

“Clean her up some, I want her to be a proper ornament on the cross.” The King ordered.

A bucket of water was splashed across her lacerated back. She screamed in pain at the stinging liquid. A rough cloth was brought over. They didn’t bother with her wounded back, but they did clean up the water and blood from her legs and ass.

Then she was lowered from the hook holding her up, and as her arms were lowered in front of her she strained her head to the side to look back. The slave girls on the cross were dead! Their heads hung limp and their breasts were still.

“Please…” Vera whispered. She was ready to get it over with.

As strong executioners marched her towards the King, she heard another guard lowering the crosses with the dead slave girls on them.

King Titus sat in his chair, looking at her with cruel joy on his face. He gestured to his massive cock and then at her. She knew what he wanted.

“Please…” She was about to implore him for the cross, but finding words was impossible she was in such pain.

“Suck me off. And don’t be afraid to use your hands and your tits. Swallow all of my seed. And then I’ll crucify you.” He said to her emotionlessly.

She held up her bound wrists and nodded immediately in compliance. Her hands were unbound and she immediately leaned forward and began to vigorously suck on the King’s cock, working his shafter with her shaking, exhausted hands and letting her breasts bounce back and forth like a cow’s udders being milked.

The King laid back comfortably in his chair and let the brutalized traitor pleasure him to the crowd’s enjoyment. She sucked and stroked as fast as she could, grateful that they had forced water upon her so that her blowjob was more pleasurable to the King and thus would lead to his completion faster.

She arched her back and squeezed her ample breasts upon either side of his cock and thrust her chest up and down to pleasure him. His cock was large enough that she could keep the tip easily in her mouth while she titfucked him as well.

Finally, she felt his penis throb with the coming seed of her salvation. She gripped his penis tightly, stroking firmly with her hands while wrapping her lips tightly around his massive shaft.

He exploded a massive, warm load of jizz into her mouth and she swallowed it diligently. It took many gulps, and she sucked on his throbbing cock like the world depended on it. It did to her, at least. After a few more seconds, she knew the King was finished, and she relinquished her suction on his cock and leaned back. Her back was screaming in pain, her whole body was exhausted.

The King looked her in the eyes and slapped his semi-erect cock against her sweat and tear drenched face. She winced at the degradation. The King smiled. “Go and be crucified, you worthless cunt.” He said to her.

“Thank you.” She said without realizing that she had just uttered her own ultimate degradation. Yesterday she had been High Priestess. Today she was a suffering animal, ready for death to end the pain.
 
It goes without saying, of course, that the water in the buckets used to revive her was mixed with salt and sulfur so that each splash of water onto her wounds burned deeply, awakening her from unconsciousness into a world of intense agony!

How merciful the King is, to stop after only an additional 30 bloody lashes before permitting her to worship his throbbing cock as an act to beg for the unmerciful death of the Crux! She is broken to abject degradation- traitorous slut is ready to beg for death!
 
Chapter 12 – The Cross

With the crosses lowered and the dead slave girls removed, the empty crosses loomed ready to steal more lives. But only the center one would be used. For only Vera was left to suffer the ultimate execution method.

As she was marched over to the center cross, tight ropes were wrapped around either of her wrists. She straddled the main shaft obediently and then let them lay her down on the cross. There was absolutely no resistance left in her. She screamed when her brutally flogged back touched the rough wooden surface of the cross.

The executioners seemed to not even notice. Her arms were stretched tight on the crossbeam, pulled to their limits so she was firmly affixed to the cross. So it ends finally she thought. But she did not know that she still had suffering to endure before her final hours on the cross.

With her arms attached tightly, and her breasts sitting plumply on her taut chest, she moaned and writhed in pain. And she was not even crucified yet. A man with a massive cock and came and fucked her while she was on the cross. The grinding of her lacerated back against the rough wood of the cross while she was fucked was horrifically painful, and she yelled and shrieked the entire time.

Once he was finishing, he removed himself from her and erupted cum all over her tight abdomen. She felt a particularly thick wad of it land in her bellybutton. She looked up and saw the King standing over her. She worried that he was about to make her suck him off again or that he might jizz on her face or chest before she was crucified, but instead he chuckled and shook his head.

“Time for my last gift to you.” He said. Her body tensed up.

What else could he possibly give me she wondered in stark horror? He held up three metal spikes. They were each nearly a foot long, and had flat heads on one end. Almost like massive nails. What in the Gods’ names she wondered?

The King looked at the nails and back at Vera. “I shall nail you to this cross myself.” He declared proudly.

Vera’s eyes shot open wide. “WHAT!?” She screamed. Nailing to the cross!? That was nowhere in the Gods’ Edicts! Female condemned were to be tied to the cross, not nailed to it! She wanted to faint at the idea of the barbaric spikes being driven into her tender flesh. This could not be happening!!!

The King was handed a large hammer, and Vera knew that there was no stopping this. She began to protest incoherently, but her struggling was all in vein, for she was tied tight to the cross.

He placed a nail above her left wrist and raised the hammer.

“No!” She screamed. She could not look away. She was horrified.

The King smiled and slammed down the hammer. The nail sank deep into her wrist, going all the way through and partly into the wood of the crossbeam.

Vera screamed and her vision blurred and every muscle in her body tensed in pain and protest. The King continued to hammer, landing three more vicious blows before he was satisfied that she was nailed on the left wrist.

As the King stood, Vera became suddenly aware of the horrific reality of the rest of her life. That any movement of her body, however slight, caused horrible pain to radiate from the nail impaling her wrist. Even breathing. Even moving her head. It all caused pain. And she was only nailed once. She still had two more to go.

Vera began to scream as the King settled down over her right wrist with the second nail. He drove it into her, just as before, and her pain was magnified tenfold.

With both wrists nailed to the cross, the ropes were removed, and she was simply nailed there, her feet kicking wildly in pain.

Executioner’s men grabbed her feet and steadied them, placing her right foot over her left. The King walked over with the nail and placed it over her ankles.

“PLEASE!” Vera screamed, but the King ignored her.

His hammer strike caused Vera’s body to cry out in agony like it had never experienced before. She screamed at the top of her lungs and her back arched, causing her nailed wrists to erupt in horrific pain.

It took the King seven strikes to fully nail her feet. It was the most pain she had ever felt. She was screaming in agony. The King stood and looked upon his work. He was satisfied.

“Raise the cross.” He ordered.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Vera screamed. It was her final word before crucifixion.
 
Chapter 13 – Crucifixion

They wanted Vera’s cross to be raised up slowly, to maximize her pain and put on the best show for the crowd. So the petite slave girl who had been suckling cocks to clean them had the rope around her neck removed, and she was marched over to the wheel that raised the crosses. She was pressed against it, her hands still tied behind her back, her perky breasts resting upon the wheel spoke. She looked over with her big, amber eyes at Vera, nailed to the cross and screaming, and she gulped. She was overwhelmed with shame and degradation at the mouth fucking and nudity in front of the multitudes, but she was grateful she was not suffering that poor woman’s fate.

The petite slave girl was a virgin. That was taken from her as she raised Vera’s cross. A man fucked the slave girl roughly against the wheel of the cross, and as the wooden spoke pressed painfully against her petite ribs, the wheel was slowly turned. The slave girl’s sensual moans and yelps were drowned out by Vera’s cries of anguish.

With every degree that the cross was rotated up, the pain on Vera’s body was magnified beyond what she thought possible. It was truly the worst death to suffer.

Vera wished the small slave getting fucked on the wheel would hurry up. Vera knew that she could not die until the cross was fully raised up. And she wanted desperately to die at this point.

THUD! Vera’s cross was raised!

Vera writhed and twisted painfully on her cross, her breasts dancing for the crowd, her hips undulating. Every single movement caused immense and complete pain. She was in horrible agony, and the crowd was loving it!

The man fucking the slave girl finished within her, and then he turned her around and had him suck on his cock to clean it of her own vaginal juices. The slave girl blushed and trembled at this, horribly degraded and embarrassed at such a gross act.

With Vera crucified, the slave girl was escorted off of the stage. She took one last look up at Vera, and thought what a beautiful woman. It is a pity they are killing her in such a horrible fashion. These people are monsters. I must obey and keep my head down. Always.

The slave girl had no idea that she herself would be crucified ere sundown.

Vera suffered on the cross, and could not stop herself from writhing, even though each movement was horribly painful. As she raised herself up, against the brutal nails penetrating her flesh, in order to breathe, her hips widened, showing off her pussy, and her breasts rose and bounced to the crowd’s delight.

Vera’s mind was filled to the brim with pain and agony and humiliation. She wanted the pain to end. And she did not want to die naked in front of everyone. Gasping and moaning and undulating like a carnal beast. But this was Vera’s fate.

She looked around and wished that other women were suffering too, to take the gaze off of her. But it was only her now. No naked slave girls for distractions. Just Vera, naked and nailed to the cross. And she realized with despair that she still had much time to suffer before she perished.
 
Chapter 14 – The Dance of the Crucified

Vera suffered horribly in her final hours.

She would push up with her lean legs, scraping her brutalized back against the rough wood of the cross, and putting even more weight on her nailed body parts, and in this immeasurable pain, she would suck in air, heaving her ample breasts, and then sink down, letting her breasts jiggle and bounce against each other.

When she sank down, it shifted the weight of her body more onto the nails in her wrist, and slightly less on the nail in her feet. And it was horribly painful. She would have hyperventilated in pain if she could, but her chest was stretched so tight that every movement hurt horribly.

She repeated this hundreds of times. Maybe thousands.

As the sun was setting in the west, she realized that she might die at night. For some reason that would be a mercy, at least her nakedness would be harder to see.

But large torches were lit nearby, and a bonfire was erected before the stage, so she was fully illuminated in her naked, shameful suffering.

To her horror, Vera survived the entire night. The King left for a bit, probably to fuck some slaves, and then returned. The crowd stayed to watch her. To leer at her. To masturbate at her nakedness.

People in the crowd were not even hiding it. Their eyes staring at her body, some drooling, their hands in their trousers. They were acting so ugly and she was the object of their lust. It competed with the physical pain, to strip her of all humanity and dignity.

About three hours after the sun rose, Vera realized that she was finally beginning to die. Thank the Gods she said to herself. She felt her body resisting even more the rising up for air. Her limbs were barely responding to her brain’s frantic commands.

She was beginning to feel darkness surrounding her vision.

She looked down and saw the King, stroking his cock casually as he watched her writhe. She noticed a bead of sweat dripping down her breast and cascading over her nipple. She desperately wanted to cover herself.

She pushed up for another anguishing breathe, but as she strained against the nails pinning her painfully to the wood, she could not go up. She strained with all of her might, and her breasts shook slightly at the exertion, but she barely came up, and her lungs were screaming for air.

This is it, she thought. My life is ending.

The crowd began to chant “Perish! Perish! Perish! Traitor! Perish! Perish! Perish!”

Vera opened her mouth to moan but she had precious little air. Her whole body was racked with horrible pain. She began to feel the darkness closing in around her. She looked down at the King. His dick was hard and he was smiling.

All of the degradation that had been inflicted upon her since her arrest washed over her consciousness, and she wanted to scream, but she could not. Shame and humiliation overtook her, and with that, she lost consciousness.

Vera perished upon the cross, naked and nailed, a day after being crucified.
 
Epilogue

The King left Vera’s body on the cross for days as a warning to all. His fury had been a testament to all; do not cross the King and betray the realm.

The petite slave girl who had cleaned cocks with her mouth had a degrading night as well, though admittedly not as rough as Vera’s. The battalion of guards who had been guarding the city that day and missed the execution all got to have their way with her. She was fucked hundreds of times, in every orifice.

The next day, exhausted from a night of rough fucking, she was still naked and caked in sweat and dried semen. She was tied to a crossbeam and marched through the back courtyards of the sprawling palace complex. She wondered why she was hauling this piece of wood around naked. It never crossed her mind that she too might be crucified.

She was brought to a courtyard where three beams of wood were laid out on the ground. She was marched towards one and then it dawned on her.

“Wait! No!” She squeaked. “What have I done wrong? Please, explain my transgression!”

The guards ignored her. They placed her roughly down on the center beam of wood and affixed her crossbeam to it. Then a guard fucked her while she lay on the uncomfortable wood. As she was fucked again, she saw two other women (slaves, judging by their petite frames and taught, malnourished skin) with dangling breasts and despair on their faces carrying crossbeams just as she had.

They too were affixed to the crosses on either side of her. While some guards fucked them, the slave girl who had participated in Vera’s execution got surrounded by a squad of men. They stroked their cocks over her and ejaculated on her tightly drawn chest, her perky nipples, and her innocent, wide eyed face.

Once she was covered in more cum, and the other two girls had been thoroughly de-flowered, all three crosses were raised up.

As they crosses were being raised, the slave girl in the center, disgusted as she was by her nakedness, loss of virginity, and cum drenched, stretched body, felt a pang of relief that she was not nailed like Vera had been.

That relief died quickly when the cross was fully raised. As she felt the strain in her body, centered at the wrists and ankles and exploding through the rest of her petite body, she moaned in agony, and looked at the other naked slave girls with shame and embarrassment.

I must have messed up at the execution she thought, lip trembling with emotion. But I did everything they asked and never said a word. She wanted to cry but her body hurt too much, and she was exerting herself with every painful movement to breathe.

As other slaves and guards and citizens traversed the courtyard, the slave girls were all horribly ashamed at their nakedness and their writhing.

The slave girl in the center was the last to die. Despite all she had endured, she lasted a day longer than the other two slave girls. Her suffering and shame were immense, and the whole time she chastised herself for somehow messing up during the execution.
 
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