Crosslover
Executioner
Would a slave earn a stay of execution if she survived a second round nailed? Or maybe she could be told this after they nail her. So she fights to stay alive even more. Doesn't give up so easily.
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Gods' Edicts Part IV - The Crucifixion of the Duchesses
Illara
Governor
Interesting ideas I love it. I’ll play with these as the story progresses
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
Illara
Governor
Oh my this is excellent I love it!!! So hot!!!
Illara
Governor
Chapter 11 – The Crosses are Satiated
(Special thanks to @Robert Williams for selecting which girls for us to imagine crucified as slave girls)
After consulting with Princess Marina, two more slave girls were brought up for crucifixion to adorn the crosses while the show of torturing the Duchesses unfolded. They were both blonde, with large breasts ripe for display. One was named Alix. She had been taken from a village the Kingdom conquered a couple of years prior and had been a slave ever since. The other one was named Briana. She had always dreamt of being a successful seamstress and tailor, but when she was a teenager she was sold into slavery to help her family pay for her younger siblings. Both slave girls had beautiful blue eyes and sexy mouths that the executioners were eager to see wrapped around a cock. Both were virgins.
Both slaves were selected from the formation of disposable slave girls kneeling bound behind the stage. They were marched over and stripped completely naked in front of the other slaves. Briana bore her shame with a clenched jaw, trying to maintain some modicum of dignity. Alix shook her head but was too afraid to verbally beg for mercy. Her blue eyes widened as her clothes were removed.
The slave girls were marched up onto the stage and there their jaws dropped as they beheld the double penetration of the three helpless Duchesses. As they were veered away from the orgy of suffering that was the main display for the crowd, they both gasped when they saw the black-haired slave girl with perky breasts, tied tightly to the lower crosses. She looked to be in immense suffering and was sweating profusely and exclaiming as a guard fucked her supple pussy. Her arms were outstretched to her sides and the two new slaves had no idea how much suffering she had already endured; and also how much they were about to suffer.
Slave girl Alix was taken to the cross on the left. She looked down at the ominous, thick wood and gulped and shook her head. She could barely fathom that she was naked in front of so many people. And now they were going to tie her to this brutal wooden cross! She was laid down on the cross, and she felt the dampness of the sweat of the last slave girl that adorned it. That girl is dead now her mind screamed! And I am about to die. It never occurred to her that she had to lose her virginity first.
Slave girl Briana was escorted to her cross and began to tremble. Her big, jiggling tits shuddered with every movement of her body. As her binds were removed and strong ropes were tied around her supple wrists, she squirmed and protested. “No! Please! I have done nothing wrong!”
One of the executioner’s men grabbed her throat and squeezed. “Silence, slave. Enjoy your final hours of life.” He sneered.
Slave girl Briana was also tied to the cross by her wrists. With her arms stretched out, her breasts sat upon her taut chest. Slave girl Alix was in a similar position, and she squirmed with her legs trying in vain to cover her exposed pussy.
Guards came and fucked the two new slave girls while the girl on the center cross was also fucked. Alix moaned and writhed as she lost her virginity. A guard straddled her belly and shoved his dick between her large tits. “Why!?” She managed to moan in between thrusts of rough fucking. Her expressive eyebrows were furrowed in genuine shame and complete confusion. The men fucking her ignored her. She screamed out in surprise when the man ejaculated on her chest. She had never seen cum before.
As slave girl Briana was fucked, a guard stood over her head, his sweaty penis dangling over her face. “Suck me off and swallow my juices,” he said, “and we will show you some mercy.” Briana looked to her right and saw the black-haired slave girl getting fucked and also sucking off a man while affixed painfully to the cross. Briana craved mercy, so she complied, and gave the man the best blow job she could while tied to the cross at the wrists, praying to the Gods in her mind that he might spare her if she pleasured him well.
Alix and Briana were each fucked a half a dozen times before their feet were tied together at the ankles. They had cum on their chests and faces. They were already out of breath and horribly embarrassed. But more was to come. As the black-haired slave girl on the center cross was given a fresh coating of cum by a dozen guards, one of the men ejaculating onto her said “you’re a stubborn one, slave! See if you can outlast these two chesty blonde cunts. We’ll spare your life if you do.” The other guards laughed and chuckled, but to the slave on the center cross, it was her only hope. She looked to her right and her left, and saw the big-breasted blondes and thought I can survive longer than them. And then they’ll take me down from this wretched cross!
She was making a terrible mistake.
(Special thanks to @Robert Williams for selecting which girls for us to imagine crucified as slave girls)
After consulting with Princess Marina, two more slave girls were brought up for crucifixion to adorn the crosses while the show of torturing the Duchesses unfolded. They were both blonde, with large breasts ripe for display. One was named Alix. She had been taken from a village the Kingdom conquered a couple of years prior and had been a slave ever since. The other one was named Briana. She had always dreamt of being a successful seamstress and tailor, but when she was a teenager she was sold into slavery to help her family pay for her younger siblings. Both slave girls had beautiful blue eyes and sexy mouths that the executioners were eager to see wrapped around a cock. Both were virgins.
Both slaves were selected from the formation of disposable slave girls kneeling bound behind the stage. They were marched over and stripped completely naked in front of the other slaves. Briana bore her shame with a clenched jaw, trying to maintain some modicum of dignity. Alix shook her head but was too afraid to verbally beg for mercy. Her blue eyes widened as her clothes were removed.
The slave girls were marched up onto the stage and there their jaws dropped as they beheld the double penetration of the three helpless Duchesses. As they were veered away from the orgy of suffering that was the main display for the crowd, they both gasped when they saw the black-haired slave girl with perky breasts, tied tightly to the lower crosses. She looked to be in immense suffering and was sweating profusely and exclaiming as a guard fucked her supple pussy. Her arms were outstretched to her sides and the two new slaves had no idea how much suffering she had already endured; and also how much they were about to suffer.
Slave girl Alix was taken to the cross on the left. She looked down at the ominous, thick wood and gulped and shook her head. She could barely fathom that she was naked in front of so many people. And now they were going to tie her to this brutal wooden cross! She was laid down on the cross, and she felt the dampness of the sweat of the last slave girl that adorned it. That girl is dead now her mind screamed! And I am about to die. It never occurred to her that she had to lose her virginity first.
Slave girl Briana was escorted to her cross and began to tremble. Her big, jiggling tits shuddered with every movement of her body. As her binds were removed and strong ropes were tied around her supple wrists, she squirmed and protested. “No! Please! I have done nothing wrong!”
One of the executioner’s men grabbed her throat and squeezed. “Silence, slave. Enjoy your final hours of life.” He sneered.
Slave girl Briana was also tied to the cross by her wrists. With her arms stretched out, her breasts sat upon her taut chest. Slave girl Alix was in a similar position, and she squirmed with her legs trying in vain to cover her exposed pussy.
Guards came and fucked the two new slave girls while the girl on the center cross was also fucked. Alix moaned and writhed as she lost her virginity. A guard straddled her belly and shoved his dick between her large tits. “Why!?” She managed to moan in between thrusts of rough fucking. Her expressive eyebrows were furrowed in genuine shame and complete confusion. The men fucking her ignored her. She screamed out in surprise when the man ejaculated on her chest. She had never seen cum before.
As slave girl Briana was fucked, a guard stood over her head, his sweaty penis dangling over her face. “Suck me off and swallow my juices,” he said, “and we will show you some mercy.” Briana looked to her right and saw the black-haired slave girl getting fucked and also sucking off a man while affixed painfully to the cross. Briana craved mercy, so she complied, and gave the man the best blow job she could while tied to the cross at the wrists, praying to the Gods in her mind that he might spare her if she pleasured him well.
Alix and Briana were each fucked a half a dozen times before their feet were tied together at the ankles. They had cum on their chests and faces. They were already out of breath and horribly embarrassed. But more was to come. As the black-haired slave girl on the center cross was given a fresh coating of cum by a dozen guards, one of the men ejaculating onto her said “you’re a stubborn one, slave! See if you can outlast these two chesty blonde cunts. We’ll spare your life if you do.” The other guards laughed and chuckled, but to the slave on the center cross, it was her only hope. She looked to her right and her left, and saw the big-breasted blondes and thought I can survive longer than them. And then they’ll take me down from this wretched cross!
She was making a terrible mistake.
Illara
Governor
Also, due to @settantuno 's amazing works of art that have so beautifully elevated these writings, I am making it official that in this fictional world of suffering and crucifixion, the head deity of the pantheon of Gods the Kingdom worships will be named Settantuno 
I will definitely have a girl on the cross cry out to them for mercy as she suffers. Thank you for the amazing art Settantuno! Can't wait to see more! It is so perfect!
I will definitely have a girl on the cross cry out to them for mercy as she suffers. Thank you for the amazing art Settantuno! Can't wait to see more! It is so perfect!
Loinclothslave
slave to the whip
Perfect choice!Also, due to @settantuno 's amazing works of art that have so beautifully elevated these writings, I am making it official that in this fictional world of suffering and crucifixion, the head deity of the pantheon of Gods the Kingdom worships will be named Settantuno
Illara
Governor
Chapter 12 – Mary’s Humiliation
While guards raised up the crosses with the two “fresh” slaves and the third brutalized one, Duchess Mary had two men with enormous cocks inside of her. She was moaning and exclaiming as her body was degraded and she was subjected to torture in front of everyone. She searched the crowd for her parents but could not find them. Have they left she wondered? Are they not fighting to save me from this shameful torture!?
She felt the men finish inside of her and she braced herself for the next round of men, but she got a second of reprieve. Then another. And another. What is happening she wondered?
Her poor older sister Chloe was still riding the cocks of two similarly well-endowed men. She sounded so pained and overwhelmed. Mary wanted to reach out to comfort her, but her hands were bound behind her back. She noticed that past Chloe, Leah was getting vigorously fucked and double penetrated as well. Mary wanted to swoon, but she could not. She would suffer more humiliation.
She was taken away from the cursed bench of her double penetration and walked over to two naked men carrying a wooden device shaped like an X. She realized immediately that she would be strapped to it, and no doubt subjected to more torture.
Why is this happening she screamed internally!? Me and Chloe haven’t done anything wrong!
The executioner’s men undid the bindings between her wrists but immediately secured new ropes around her wrists and her ankles. Her naked, pale body was pushed against the wooden device and the ropes went to each end of the X. The executioner’s men pulled tight the ropes and Mary was stretched firmly to the X shaped wooden cross. With her body tightly affixed and open for degradation, they rotated the X downwards so that she was almost parallel to the stage.
“Drench her.” A man ordered.
In what she wondered in panic?
A dozen men surrounded her, their hard penises in their hands, stroking vigorously, looking down at her naked and vulnerable body with expressions of lust and apathy that left Mary feeling like a piece of meat and not a person.
She had lost her virginity about an hour before, and had felt the warm rush of men cumming inside of her, many times now. But she was unsure of what was about to transpire as they finished upon her.
She moaned and her lip trembled, and this only seemed to spur the men on to pleasure themselves more vigorously.
Finally, one erupted ejaculate all over her beautiful, round chest. She felt the warm cum fall against her pale, soft skin and immediately blushed in shame. Then one after another, the men repeated this, and drenched her in cum.
Mary’s innocent face, her red hair, her thin, supple neck, her rounded, sexy chest, all of her upper body was covered in semen. They even jizzed on her tight belly and her pink womanhood.
Then the greatest humiliation came. Duchesses Chloe and Leah had the men fucking them finish, and then were walked over to behold Mary, in her cum-drenched state. Mary made eye contact with her sister and exclaimed. She was so embarrassed and hurt and degraded.
Chloe looked upon her with an expression of sadness and concern that only made Mary’s emotional suffering worse. Leah looked similarly horrified.
Mary’s X shaped wooden carrier was rotated up so that her stretched out, naked, cum-drenched body could be on better display for the crowd. They roared in approval. The executioner’s men grabbed Leah and Chloe by the shoulders, roughly, and made them kneel before Mary.
“Clean her.” One of the men ordered them. They both looked up, confused, their hands tied tightly behind their back. “With your mouths.” The man elaborated.
It dawned upon them that they were about to drink up the cum off of Mary, and Leah and Chloe blushed and swooned. How disgusting they both thought! How vile and degrading!
Duchess Chloe did not want to swallow the thick, pale cum, nor lick her naked sister’s body. Duchess Leah was also experiencing great trepidation at this humiliation. But as they saw the guards and observed their insistent body language, they knew that resistance would only lead to more torture. So they gulped and leaned over to begin working their way up Mary’s cum-soaked body.
Mary and Chloe both moaned in shameful surprise as one of Chloe’s soft, ample pressed accidentally pressed up against Mary’s soft, lean leg. This is so wrong they both thought!
Chloe and Leah both lowered their trembling lips to Mary’s supple, cum-covered vagina. They gulped and then committed, slurping up cum and working their sexy lips on Mary’s clit. Mary shuddered and moaned at the new sensations pulsing through her body. She was so incredibly embarrassed to be doing this in front of everyone. She felt her breasts bounce and felt the cum shift on them. Her sister and cousin cleaned her pussy diligently and then worked their way up her tight belly.
Their lips against her soft skin, sucking up cum, felt so inappropriate and degrading, to both her and them. How could these men live with themselves she wondered? They must not care about us at all.
As Chloe and Leah neared Mary’s breasts with their mouths, they were feeling horrible. They all already swallowed much cum. Mary groaned as they neared her breasts. She was afraid that they would have to suckle her soft, round boobs to get the cum off of them. They would, and she was so embarrassed and humiliated.
Chloe leaned back and gasped for air. She had been sucking diligently on Mary’s body. “I love you, Mary.” She said confidently.
A guard smacked Chloe on the ass and then fondled her left breast. Chloe yelped. “Less talking and more swallowing.” He chastised her.
Mary whispered “I’m sorry” to Chloe as her sister began sucking the cum off of her breasts.
Chloe and Leah both looked into her big, expressive eyes and gave her looks that silently said “it’s not your fault”.
As they sucked the cum off of her sensitive nipples, Mary squirmed on the X cross. She felt so wrong having her own sister and cousin suckling her nipples.
They finished cleaning off her chest, and then began to swallow the cum on her neck. She wanted to support Leah and Chloe; help them somehow complete their degrading and horrid task. But there was no way that she could.
They finished with her neck, and Leah slurped a big, dangling wad of cum off of Mary’s chin. They began cleaning her face, and Mary felt so degraded and dehumanized.
As her face was cleaned, one of the guards, his cock massively erect, slapped Leah’s ass. “Kiss your cousin on the lips. Like you’re lovers.” He said the last three words mockingly and degradingly.
Leah, who had seen more than Mary and Chloe how the girls on the crosses were suffering, did not hesitate to obey. She gave Mary the most passionate kiss of her life, lips intertwined, tongue and everything. Mary felt her nipples touch Leah’s soft breasts and she shivered in embarrassment and lewd shame.
“Now you,” the guard ordered to Chloe. “Shove your tongue into your sister’s mouth.”
Chloe hesitated. “No.” She said softly and reflexively.
The guard reached down and grabbed Chloe by the throat, lifting her up as she struggled and sputtered. “I won’t punish you for that,” he said, looking down at her bouncing breasts. “I’ll make your sister suffer more before she gets the cross.”
“No!” Chloe blurted out, but her voice cracked, and as Mary squirmed and blushed and swooned in fear at the guard’s threat, Chloe was led back to the benches for more double fucking.
While guards raised up the crosses with the two “fresh” slaves and the third brutalized one, Duchess Mary had two men with enormous cocks inside of her. She was moaning and exclaiming as her body was degraded and she was subjected to torture in front of everyone. She searched the crowd for her parents but could not find them. Have they left she wondered? Are they not fighting to save me from this shameful torture!?
She felt the men finish inside of her and she braced herself for the next round of men, but she got a second of reprieve. Then another. And another. What is happening she wondered?
Her poor older sister Chloe was still riding the cocks of two similarly well-endowed men. She sounded so pained and overwhelmed. Mary wanted to reach out to comfort her, but her hands were bound behind her back. She noticed that past Chloe, Leah was getting vigorously fucked and double penetrated as well. Mary wanted to swoon, but she could not. She would suffer more humiliation.
She was taken away from the cursed bench of her double penetration and walked over to two naked men carrying a wooden device shaped like an X. She realized immediately that she would be strapped to it, and no doubt subjected to more torture.
Why is this happening she screamed internally!? Me and Chloe haven’t done anything wrong!
The executioner’s men undid the bindings between her wrists but immediately secured new ropes around her wrists and her ankles. Her naked, pale body was pushed against the wooden device and the ropes went to each end of the X. The executioner’s men pulled tight the ropes and Mary was stretched firmly to the X shaped wooden cross. With her body tightly affixed and open for degradation, they rotated the X downwards so that she was almost parallel to the stage.
“Drench her.” A man ordered.
In what she wondered in panic?
A dozen men surrounded her, their hard penises in their hands, stroking vigorously, looking down at her naked and vulnerable body with expressions of lust and apathy that left Mary feeling like a piece of meat and not a person.
She had lost her virginity about an hour before, and had felt the warm rush of men cumming inside of her, many times now. But she was unsure of what was about to transpire as they finished upon her.
She moaned and her lip trembled, and this only seemed to spur the men on to pleasure themselves more vigorously.
Finally, one erupted ejaculate all over her beautiful, round chest. She felt the warm cum fall against her pale, soft skin and immediately blushed in shame. Then one after another, the men repeated this, and drenched her in cum.
Mary’s innocent face, her red hair, her thin, supple neck, her rounded, sexy chest, all of her upper body was covered in semen. They even jizzed on her tight belly and her pink womanhood.
Then the greatest humiliation came. Duchesses Chloe and Leah had the men fucking them finish, and then were walked over to behold Mary, in her cum-drenched state. Mary made eye contact with her sister and exclaimed. She was so embarrassed and hurt and degraded.
Chloe looked upon her with an expression of sadness and concern that only made Mary’s emotional suffering worse. Leah looked similarly horrified.
Mary’s X shaped wooden carrier was rotated up so that her stretched out, naked, cum-drenched body could be on better display for the crowd. They roared in approval. The executioner’s men grabbed Leah and Chloe by the shoulders, roughly, and made them kneel before Mary.
“Clean her.” One of the men ordered them. They both looked up, confused, their hands tied tightly behind their back. “With your mouths.” The man elaborated.
It dawned upon them that they were about to drink up the cum off of Mary, and Leah and Chloe blushed and swooned. How disgusting they both thought! How vile and degrading!
Duchess Chloe did not want to swallow the thick, pale cum, nor lick her naked sister’s body. Duchess Leah was also experiencing great trepidation at this humiliation. But as they saw the guards and observed their insistent body language, they knew that resistance would only lead to more torture. So they gulped and leaned over to begin working their way up Mary’s cum-soaked body.
Mary and Chloe both moaned in shameful surprise as one of Chloe’s soft, ample pressed accidentally pressed up against Mary’s soft, lean leg. This is so wrong they both thought!
Chloe and Leah both lowered their trembling lips to Mary’s supple, cum-covered vagina. They gulped and then committed, slurping up cum and working their sexy lips on Mary’s clit. Mary shuddered and moaned at the new sensations pulsing through her body. She was so incredibly embarrassed to be doing this in front of everyone. She felt her breasts bounce and felt the cum shift on them. Her sister and cousin cleaned her pussy diligently and then worked their way up her tight belly.
Their lips against her soft skin, sucking up cum, felt so inappropriate and degrading, to both her and them. How could these men live with themselves she wondered? They must not care about us at all.
As Chloe and Leah neared Mary’s breasts with their mouths, they were feeling horrible. They all already swallowed much cum. Mary groaned as they neared her breasts. She was afraid that they would have to suckle her soft, round boobs to get the cum off of them. They would, and she was so embarrassed and humiliated.
Chloe leaned back and gasped for air. She had been sucking diligently on Mary’s body. “I love you, Mary.” She said confidently.
A guard smacked Chloe on the ass and then fondled her left breast. Chloe yelped. “Less talking and more swallowing.” He chastised her.
Mary whispered “I’m sorry” to Chloe as her sister began sucking the cum off of her breasts.
Chloe and Leah both looked into her big, expressive eyes and gave her looks that silently said “it’s not your fault”.
As they sucked the cum off of her sensitive nipples, Mary squirmed on the X cross. She felt so wrong having her own sister and cousin suckling her nipples.
They finished cleaning off her chest, and then began to swallow the cum on her neck. She wanted to support Leah and Chloe; help them somehow complete their degrading and horrid task. But there was no way that she could.
They finished with her neck, and Leah slurped a big, dangling wad of cum off of Mary’s chin. They began cleaning her face, and Mary felt so degraded and dehumanized.
As her face was cleaned, one of the guards, his cock massively erect, slapped Leah’s ass. “Kiss your cousin on the lips. Like you’re lovers.” He said the last three words mockingly and degradingly.
Leah, who had seen more than Mary and Chloe how the girls on the crosses were suffering, did not hesitate to obey. She gave Mary the most passionate kiss of her life, lips intertwined, tongue and everything. Mary felt her nipples touch Leah’s soft breasts and she shivered in embarrassment and lewd shame.
“Now you,” the guard ordered to Chloe. “Shove your tongue into your sister’s mouth.”
Chloe hesitated. “No.” She said softly and reflexively.
The guard reached down and grabbed Chloe by the throat, lifting her up as she struggled and sputtered. “I won’t punish you for that,” he said, looking down at her bouncing breasts. “I’ll make your sister suffer more before she gets the cross.”
“No!” Chloe blurted out, but her voice cracked, and as Mary squirmed and blushed and swooned in fear at the guard’s threat, Chloe was led back to the benches for more double fucking.
Illara
Governor
Chapter 13 – The Crosses and Their Slaves
As the three slave girls writhing in pure agony on the cross watched in horror, Duchesses Chloe and Leah were brought back to the benches for more double fucking. The petite and exhausted Mary was untied from her cross and had her hands re-bound behind her back and was brought to suffer along with her sister and cousin. She screamed the loudest as she was penetrated both vaginally and anally.
Alix, the slave girl, pushed with her feet against the bindings around her ankles and raised herself up painfully. Her breasts bounced as she arched her back and opened her mouth wide to suck in air. She felt the cum caking on her chest as she did it. Every movement, no matter how subtle, was causing her pain in her arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. She was moaning and crying out with every pang of pain.
Meanwhile, slave girl Briana was suffering similarly. Her throat was parched, and she still could taste the cum in her mouth from before her cross was raised up. Her heavy breasts were making it difficult to come up for air against the unforgiving ropes tying her to the cross. She looked down at the suffering Duchesses, and then over at the Queen and her slave attendants and her pouty Princess sister. Briana hated them all for making her suffer such horrid indignation.
On the center cross, the black-haired slave girl (whose birth name was Dia), was grinding against the cross with a visceral determination. She wanted to survive. The words of hope that the guards had (sarcastically) uttered earlier rang defiantly in her ears, and she strove against her bonds with every fiber of strength she had in her petite, malnourished slave’s body. Her perky breasts bouncing, her nipples hard, her ravaged pink pussy on display, she nonetheless held on to hope that she might somehow survive this horrific ordeal. She would not.
Dia licked her cum-drenched lips and breathed heavily, and then sank back down, resting and being intentional with her rises up to breathe. Even though her entire body was racked with terrible pain, she was determined not die. A hefty wad of cum dripped from her chin onto her chest. What did I ever do to deserve this misery and humiliation she wondered?
As the three slave girls writhing in pure agony on the cross watched in horror, Duchesses Chloe and Leah were brought back to the benches for more double fucking. The petite and exhausted Mary was untied from her cross and had her hands re-bound behind her back and was brought to suffer along with her sister and cousin. She screamed the loudest as she was penetrated both vaginally and anally.
Alix, the slave girl, pushed with her feet against the bindings around her ankles and raised herself up painfully. Her breasts bounced as she arched her back and opened her mouth wide to suck in air. She felt the cum caking on her chest as she did it. Every movement, no matter how subtle, was causing her pain in her arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. She was moaning and crying out with every pang of pain.
Meanwhile, slave girl Briana was suffering similarly. Her throat was parched, and she still could taste the cum in her mouth from before her cross was raised up. Her heavy breasts were making it difficult to come up for air against the unforgiving ropes tying her to the cross. She looked down at the suffering Duchesses, and then over at the Queen and her slave attendants and her pouty Princess sister. Briana hated them all for making her suffer such horrid indignation.
On the center cross, the black-haired slave girl (whose birth name was Dia), was grinding against the cross with a visceral determination. She wanted to survive. The words of hope that the guards had (sarcastically) uttered earlier rang defiantly in her ears, and she strove against her bonds with every fiber of strength she had in her petite, malnourished slave’s body. Her perky breasts bouncing, her nipples hard, her ravaged pink pussy on display, she nonetheless held on to hope that she might somehow survive this horrific ordeal. She would not.
Dia licked her cum-drenched lips and breathed heavily, and then sank back down, resting and being intentional with her rises up to breathe. Even though her entire body was racked with terrible pain, she was determined not die. A hefty wad of cum dripped from her chin onto her chest. What did I ever do to deserve this misery and humiliation she wondered?
Loinclothslave
slave to the whip
Well around here it’s a tradition to crucify Caprice aka @Barbaria1 but I doubt she’ll make a convincing Virgin…
Illara
Governor
I love traditions let’s figure out how to include her in the story for sure!Well around here it’s a tradition to crucify Caprice aka @Barbaria1 but I doubt she’ll make a convincing Virgin…
Crosslover
Executioner
Will there be nailing incorporated?
Illara
Governor
Yep it’s coming up!
Illara
Governor
Chapter 14 – A Decision Regarding Nails
As Alix, Dia, and Briana suffered on the crosses, Leah, Chloe, and Mary were suffering on the stage as men rough fucked them in both their pussies and anus. The seventh naked girl in all of this was a blonde slave girl named Q’ira, who had been sucking cocks clean this entire time. She had suckled hundreds by this point. Her perky, round nipples were hard, and she felt ashamed at her nakedness, but also extremely lucky that no one had fucked her yet and taken her precious virginity. Even though she was a slave from a small village in the west, her family had always worshipped the Gods, and she held onto that faith even to this day, and was very pious. Her patron God was the all powerful deity Settantuno. And that faith was all that was keeping her sane during the horrific degradation and humiliation she was being subjected to.
Briana, the busty slave girl on the cross, pushed up with her legs, but they faltered and shook feebly. Her breasts rocked from side to side as she squirmed, but it was of no avail. She was nearing death’s door.
Dia looked to her left and saw Briana suffering. She felt a pang of guilt as her immediate thought was good, I am that much closer to reprieve. She felt immensely guilty about wishing ill on this similarly suffering fellow slave girl.
She looked to her right and saw that Alix was also having a hard time, her massive boobs dangling precariously from her stretched and exhausted chest.
Briana died about twenty minutes later. Dia and Alix looked at each other in fear. Which of them would die next!?
Down below, on the stage, Princess Marina touched her sister, Queen Lucie, on the shoulder gently. “Are you pleased with the execution, my beautiful sister?” Marina asked softly. It felt weird to be speaking affectionately while the yelps and undulations of the dying were all around them.
“It is adequate.” Queen Lucie said with a bored sigh.
Princess Marina blushed. Was her sister unhappy with her work!? Before she could spiral down the rabbit-hole of self-doubt, the lead executioner walked over, his massive boner a perpendicular rod coming from his muscular body.
“Your Highnesses, I have a request.” He said respectfully.
Queen Lucie shrugged and turned to look at the slave girls on the cross. This meant that Princess Marina should answer.
“Yes?” Princess Marina said with a nervous breath.
“The slave girl on the right is dead, but the two on the left, the blonde one and the raven haired one, they may last another couple of hours.” He said with a shrug.
“What do you recommend?” Princess Marina asked softly, hoping not to be embarrassed in front of her sister. Duchess Mary, a couple of meters away, let out a yelp as a new executioner entered her from behind.
The lead executioner lowered his voice. “I know we decided to nail the Duchesses to properly punish them for their treason, but I wonder if we might not also nail these slaves to hasten their demise.” Princess Marina bit her lip. She was afraid of seeing blood. The lead executioner smiled at her, with kindness. It was a strange juxtaposition to his massive, rearing, erect cock. “If we nail them, the blood loss and strain on their limbs will quicken their deaths. It will also please the crowd, I reckon. They are just slaves, after all. Why not make them suffer. The Duchesses will still be nailed also. I know it is not in the Gods’ Edicts to nail the condemned, but after King Titus did it with High Priestess Vera, it was a smashing hit among the populace.”
“Will it complicate the execution at all? In terms of removing the deceased and then crucifying the next?” Princess Marina asked.
“No, your Highness. My men are competent. We will see it does not interrupt the entertainment, nor the condemned girls’ sufferings.”
Princess Marina thought it over for a moment. Then she decided, for once in her life, to be bold. “Do it.” She said with a wry grin.
She hoped the nailing of these slaves would please her sister, the Queen.
As Alix, Dia, and Briana suffered on the crosses, Leah, Chloe, and Mary were suffering on the stage as men rough fucked them in both their pussies and anus. The seventh naked girl in all of this was a blonde slave girl named Q’ira, who had been sucking cocks clean this entire time. She had suckled hundreds by this point. Her perky, round nipples were hard, and she felt ashamed at her nakedness, but also extremely lucky that no one had fucked her yet and taken her precious virginity. Even though she was a slave from a small village in the west, her family had always worshipped the Gods, and she held onto that faith even to this day, and was very pious. Her patron God was the all powerful deity Settantuno. And that faith was all that was keeping her sane during the horrific degradation and humiliation she was being subjected to.
Briana, the busty slave girl on the cross, pushed up with her legs, but they faltered and shook feebly. Her breasts rocked from side to side as she squirmed, but it was of no avail. She was nearing death’s door.
Dia looked to her left and saw Briana suffering. She felt a pang of guilt as her immediate thought was good, I am that much closer to reprieve. She felt immensely guilty about wishing ill on this similarly suffering fellow slave girl.
She looked to her right and saw that Alix was also having a hard time, her massive boobs dangling precariously from her stretched and exhausted chest.
Briana died about twenty minutes later. Dia and Alix looked at each other in fear. Which of them would die next!?
Down below, on the stage, Princess Marina touched her sister, Queen Lucie, on the shoulder gently. “Are you pleased with the execution, my beautiful sister?” Marina asked softly. It felt weird to be speaking affectionately while the yelps and undulations of the dying were all around them.
“It is adequate.” Queen Lucie said with a bored sigh.
Princess Marina blushed. Was her sister unhappy with her work!? Before she could spiral down the rabbit-hole of self-doubt, the lead executioner walked over, his massive boner a perpendicular rod coming from his muscular body.
“Your Highnesses, I have a request.” He said respectfully.
Queen Lucie shrugged and turned to look at the slave girls on the cross. This meant that Princess Marina should answer.
“Yes?” Princess Marina said with a nervous breath.
“The slave girl on the right is dead, but the two on the left, the blonde one and the raven haired one, they may last another couple of hours.” He said with a shrug.
“What do you recommend?” Princess Marina asked softly, hoping not to be embarrassed in front of her sister. Duchess Mary, a couple of meters away, let out a yelp as a new executioner entered her from behind.
The lead executioner lowered his voice. “I know we decided to nail the Duchesses to properly punish them for their treason, but I wonder if we might not also nail these slaves to hasten their demise.” Princess Marina bit her lip. She was afraid of seeing blood. The lead executioner smiled at her, with kindness. It was a strange juxtaposition to his massive, rearing, erect cock. “If we nail them, the blood loss and strain on their limbs will quicken their deaths. It will also please the crowd, I reckon. They are just slaves, after all. Why not make them suffer. The Duchesses will still be nailed also. I know it is not in the Gods’ Edicts to nail the condemned, but after King Titus did it with High Priestess Vera, it was a smashing hit among the populace.”
“Will it complicate the execution at all? In terms of removing the deceased and then crucifying the next?” Princess Marina asked.
“No, your Highness. My men are competent. We will see it does not interrupt the entertainment, nor the condemned girls’ sufferings.”
Princess Marina thought it over for a moment. Then she decided, for once in her life, to be bold. “Do it.” She said with a wry grin.
She hoped the nailing of these slaves would please her sister, the Queen.
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
Respect to the great man.
Nice touch!
Illara
Governor
Chapter 15 – Lowering the Crosses
The lead executioner was taking charge now that he had permission from Princess Marina. He ordered his men to pull one of the Duchesses from their torture and lower the crosses. They chose Duchess Chloe. He suspected that some of his men who had not had a chance yet wanted to fondle her exquisite breasts. He could not blame them. They were incredible.
They pulled Chloe from her rough fucking once the men inside of her finished, and then they escorted her over to the wheel. As she walked there, she looked up. Seeing one dead slave girl and two others fighting desperately for their lives against the wood of the cross made Chloe’s stomach drop. What that her fate as well she wondered with a shudder?
She was brought to the wheel and leaned against it with her ribs, for rest and reprieve. Her breasts dangled over the spokes. Her hands were bound behind her back and she wondered how she would turn the wheel.
A guard came and squeezed her breasts aggressively. She felt sick and degraded. “Turn the wheel, bitch.” He ordered.
Chloe looked at him and bit her lip. “How?” She asked with as much cautious fear and respect as she could muster in her exhausted voice.
“With your body. Figure it out.” He whipped out his penis and pushed her against a spoke and began to fuck her roughly.
Chloe cried out in anguish. But then, realizing this would go on until the man finished, she leaned with her body weight against the wheel and got it to begin turning slowly.
As the crosses shuddered and began to rotate back, slave girls Alix and Dia groaned and moaned sexually in relief. Slave girl Briana was dead. But they were being lowered!
Chloe turned the wheel laboriously, inch by inch, and her breasts were dripping sweat onto the wood of the wheel.
Alix and Dia were tensing their brutally exhausting muscles, each breath getting slightly easier as the Duchess turned the wheel to lower them.
They were in for a horrible surprise.
The lead executioner was taking charge now that he had permission from Princess Marina. He ordered his men to pull one of the Duchesses from their torture and lower the crosses. They chose Duchess Chloe. He suspected that some of his men who had not had a chance yet wanted to fondle her exquisite breasts. He could not blame them. They were incredible.
They pulled Chloe from her rough fucking once the men inside of her finished, and then they escorted her over to the wheel. As she walked there, she looked up. Seeing one dead slave girl and two others fighting desperately for their lives against the wood of the cross made Chloe’s stomach drop. What that her fate as well she wondered with a shudder?
She was brought to the wheel and leaned against it with her ribs, for rest and reprieve. Her breasts dangled over the spokes. Her hands were bound behind her back and she wondered how she would turn the wheel.
A guard came and squeezed her breasts aggressively. She felt sick and degraded. “Turn the wheel, bitch.” He ordered.
Chloe looked at him and bit her lip. “How?” She asked with as much cautious fear and respect as she could muster in her exhausted voice.
“With your body. Figure it out.” He whipped out his penis and pushed her against a spoke and began to fuck her roughly.
Chloe cried out in anguish. But then, realizing this would go on until the man finished, she leaned with her body weight against the wheel and got it to begin turning slowly.
As the crosses shuddered and began to rotate back, slave girls Alix and Dia groaned and moaned sexually in relief. Slave girl Briana was dead. But they were being lowered!
Chloe turned the wheel laboriously, inch by inch, and her breasts were dripping sweat onto the wood of the wheel.
Alix and Dia were tensing their brutally exhausting muscles, each breath getting slightly easier as the Duchess turned the wheel to lower them.
They were in for a horrible surprise.
Illara
Governor
Chapter 16 – Nailing the Slaves
Once the crosses were lowered, Duchess Chloe was not taken back to the bench where she had been double penetrated. Instead, she was taken to the X shaped wooden cross that Mary had been affixed to where she had been forced to gulp cum off of her younger sister.
As naked Chloe was tied to this X shaped wooden beams, at the ankles and wrists, the slaves on the cross were being prepared for the next, and final, stage of their suffering.
The dead slave girl was removed, and as slaves Alix and Dia arched their backs seductively and gulped in breaths of precious, easy to breathe air, a third slave was selected to join them on the now vacant cross. She was a brunette with a thin frame and perky nipples topped with wide areolas. She was stripped and walked up onto the stage.
As Duchess Chloe was surrounded by a group of a dozen men stroking their hard cocks, the crowd was more excited to watch the slaves on the cross. They were of course untied at the ankles and fucked a couple of times; it would be impious to let them experience full relief from the sufferings of the cross. But what caught the crowd’s excitement was when they saw the lead executioner step away from his usual position of oversight and some soldiers handed him a small wooden chest.
Could those be nails many in the crowd wondered with sudden eager anticipation?
The lead executioner walked over towards the lowered crosses and nodded at the three slaves tied to them, all three getting roughly fucked, and the right one (Alix) with a long dick in her mouth. He opened the chest and nodded at his men. His lieutenants approached. They saw the nails inside. Long spikes of metal, made of grey iron, each of them nearly a half a meter long. They had pointed ends and flat heads on the opposite end. The naked lieutenants all felt their cocks harden at the realization that they were about to nail the slaves.
“Are we not saving these for the Duchesses?” One executioner asked.
“We have plenty to go around.” The lead executioner said with a smile.
The three lieutenants nodded and each stepped up and grabbed from the chest three nails each. They walked over to the stairs at the back of the stage and were each handed a hammer. These were fine tools, rectangular at the top, made of finely wrought iron, with strong leather grips.
All three lieutenants walked over to a cross. They waited patiently as the men fucking the slaves finished within the condemned. Alix even got to swallow a heft load of semen; it would be the last thing she would ever drink. The third slave, on the left, who was about to go up on the cross for the first time, got loads of semen spurt out onto her tight hips and her boobs.
The men who finished last in each slave’s pussies, in accordance with regulations, grabbed their feet and held them together while their ankles were tied together to the cross. They did not want them kicking while they were nailed.
In the time the slaves were prepared, Duchesses Mary and Leah had each had six men finish inside of them, and Duchess Chloe had been covered in nearly twenty men’s ejaculate, with more to come.
The slave girls on the cross had no way of realizing what was about to happen to them until the moments up to the first nailing. As the naked executioners approached their left hands, the slave girls looked up and saw the nails and hammer in each of their hands.
Dia was confused. She wondered if the cross needed repairs. It never occurred to her she was about to be nailed. Alix saw the man and, realizing that her fucking and dick sucking had been completed, correctly assumed that she was about to nailed and crucified again. She shuddered and writhed and begged “No! No! No!”
Almost simultaneously, nails were placed over each slave girls’ left wrist. And then the men raised up their hammers and struck.
The screams were loud and intense. Enough to even pull the Duchesses from the degrading reverie of their fucking torture.
Princess Marina could not help but gasp as the slave girls screamed and wailed as their wrists were nailed. It was horrific but also mesmerizing to look upon. The blood cascading from their punctured wrists made her a little woozy and lightheaded, but the desperate, spastic rocking of their bodies against their new, brutal constraints was truly a sight to see.
Each slave girl was shouting and writhing in pain. With their outstretched wrists nailed firmly to the crossbeams, the ropes binding their wrists were no superfluous and were removed. The nails would hold them in place.
Their feet were untied, and diligent junior executioners held their feet one above another while the lieutenants brought the final nails to drive through their innocent feet.
The slaves were in great distress. One junior executioner, watching Alix’s big breasts sway back and forth as she writhed against the new spikes impaling her wrists, felt himself having an ejaculation. He aimed it so it cascaded over her belly and vagina. Some of the executioners laughed at the man’s impulsivity, others chuckled their approval.
All three slave girls had nails driven through the feet. It took the strong lieutenants only seven strikes to drive them through all of the bone, flesh, and wood (8 for Dia).
The slave girls were in the worst pain of their lives. And it was only going to get worse.
Hearing the screams and pounding of iron on iron, the Duchesses wondered what horror was transpiring behind them, and what disgusting torture was awaiting them. Only Duchess Leah had the wherewithal to wonder are they nailing slaves to the cross right now? Will we be nailed!?
Once the crosses were lowered, Duchess Chloe was not taken back to the bench where she had been double penetrated. Instead, she was taken to the X shaped wooden cross that Mary had been affixed to where she had been forced to gulp cum off of her younger sister.
As naked Chloe was tied to this X shaped wooden beams, at the ankles and wrists, the slaves on the cross were being prepared for the next, and final, stage of their suffering.
The dead slave girl was removed, and as slaves Alix and Dia arched their backs seductively and gulped in breaths of precious, easy to breathe air, a third slave was selected to join them on the now vacant cross. She was a brunette with a thin frame and perky nipples topped with wide areolas. She was stripped and walked up onto the stage.
As Duchess Chloe was surrounded by a group of a dozen men stroking their hard cocks, the crowd was more excited to watch the slaves on the cross. They were of course untied at the ankles and fucked a couple of times; it would be impious to let them experience full relief from the sufferings of the cross. But what caught the crowd’s excitement was when they saw the lead executioner step away from his usual position of oversight and some soldiers handed him a small wooden chest.
Could those be nails many in the crowd wondered with sudden eager anticipation?
The lead executioner walked over towards the lowered crosses and nodded at the three slaves tied to them, all three getting roughly fucked, and the right one (Alix) with a long dick in her mouth. He opened the chest and nodded at his men. His lieutenants approached. They saw the nails inside. Long spikes of metal, made of grey iron, each of them nearly a half a meter long. They had pointed ends and flat heads on the opposite end. The naked lieutenants all felt their cocks harden at the realization that they were about to nail the slaves.
“Are we not saving these for the Duchesses?” One executioner asked.
“We have plenty to go around.” The lead executioner said with a smile.
The three lieutenants nodded and each stepped up and grabbed from the chest three nails each. They walked over to the stairs at the back of the stage and were each handed a hammer. These were fine tools, rectangular at the top, made of finely wrought iron, with strong leather grips.
All three lieutenants walked over to a cross. They waited patiently as the men fucking the slaves finished within the condemned. Alix even got to swallow a heft load of semen; it would be the last thing she would ever drink. The third slave, on the left, who was about to go up on the cross for the first time, got loads of semen spurt out onto her tight hips and her boobs.
The men who finished last in each slave’s pussies, in accordance with regulations, grabbed their feet and held them together while their ankles were tied together to the cross. They did not want them kicking while they were nailed.
In the time the slaves were prepared, Duchesses Mary and Leah had each had six men finish inside of them, and Duchess Chloe had been covered in nearly twenty men’s ejaculate, with more to come.
The slave girls on the cross had no way of realizing what was about to happen to them until the moments up to the first nailing. As the naked executioners approached their left hands, the slave girls looked up and saw the nails and hammer in each of their hands.
Dia was confused. She wondered if the cross needed repairs. It never occurred to her she was about to be nailed. Alix saw the man and, realizing that her fucking and dick sucking had been completed, correctly assumed that she was about to nailed and crucified again. She shuddered and writhed and begged “No! No! No!”
Almost simultaneously, nails were placed over each slave girls’ left wrist. And then the men raised up their hammers and struck.
The screams were loud and intense. Enough to even pull the Duchesses from the degrading reverie of their fucking torture.
Princess Marina could not help but gasp as the slave girls screamed and wailed as their wrists were nailed. It was horrific but also mesmerizing to look upon. The blood cascading from their punctured wrists made her a little woozy and lightheaded, but the desperate, spastic rocking of their bodies against their new, brutal constraints was truly a sight to see.
Each slave girl was shouting and writhing in pain. With their outstretched wrists nailed firmly to the crossbeams, the ropes binding their wrists were no superfluous and were removed. The nails would hold them in place.
Their feet were untied, and diligent junior executioners held their feet one above another while the lieutenants brought the final nails to drive through their innocent feet.
The slaves were in great distress. One junior executioner, watching Alix’s big breasts sway back and forth as she writhed against the new spikes impaling her wrists, felt himself having an ejaculation. He aimed it so it cascaded over her belly and vagina. Some of the executioners laughed at the man’s impulsivity, others chuckled their approval.
All three slave girls had nails driven through the feet. It took the strong lieutenants only seven strikes to drive them through all of the bone, flesh, and wood (8 for Dia).
The slave girls were in the worst pain of their lives. And it was only going to get worse.
Hearing the screams and pounding of iron on iron, the Duchesses wondered what horror was transpiring behind them, and what disgusting torture was awaiting them. Only Duchess Leah had the wherewithal to wonder are they nailing slaves to the cross right now? Will we be nailed!?
Crosslover
Executioner
That one slave has to go for a 3rd ride on the cross.