Chapter 23 – Doom
After four and a half hours of brutal suffering, Leah was nearing death’s door. Her breath shuddered and her body convulsed and her vision began to blur. She realized she was dying and her final thoughts were I just want the pain to stop. I just want the pain to stop. I just want the pain to stop. She passed out from blood loss and hypoxia and died a few minutes later.
As her body went still, the crowd roared, for many had been betting on whether Mary, Leah, or the “super-slave” as she had become known to the crowd, would die first. Some won coins, some lost coins, but everyone enjoyed watching Duchess Leah die painfully and slowly.
As sundown neared, those in the crowd faced a conundrum; go home and rest but risk missing Mary or the Super-Slave suffer? Or stay for the show and enjoy themselves. The Queen made this decision easy.
“Give the people bread and wine, and fish and cheese. Let them have merriment as they watch the fate of traitors to the realm.” She ordered.
So, as night fell, and Mary and Dia suffered naked on the crosses, commoners continued to form a massive queue to fuck Chloe, who was nearly passing out from exhaustion. Many torches and some bonfires were lit, so as to make sure that the condemned girls’ nudity was properly illuminated and on full display.
The crowd reveled and ate and drank and pleasured themselves and watched lustfully at the display of carnal carnage, and the entire realm was united in one thing; newfound loyalty and respect for Queen Lucie of Avondaläe.
Mary lasted the entire night, writhing and moaning upon the cross. To everyone’s surprise, especially the lead executioner’s, so did slave girl Dia. As the run rose upon Leah’s cold, nailed corpse, and Mary and Dia’s strained bodies, the more senior executioners saw that neither had much time left. Mary had struggled too vigorously and fought the pain too desperately. Her body had become tired out. Dia, on the other hand, had done tremendously. But her time was simply up. She had far exceeded her doomed lifespan, and it was time for her suffering to finally end in death.
Dia looked over at the dead body of Leah, and her fractured and tortured mind said good, that’s one dead, and I am alive. She turned her head painfully to look at Mary, and saw the girl’s ample breasts jiggling with breath and strain, and her mind said bad, that one still lives.
Her thoughts had become basic and primal, she was an animal trying against all odds to survive now. Dia looked down at her naked body and saw how skinny and frail she was. How her pink nipples were fully bared for the crowd, and her tight womanhood, now bereft of virginity, was completely uncovered. She felt shame, and humiliation, and degraded like never before.
She shuddered, and felt her chest tighten. She needed air. She groaned as she went to press painfully against the spike that was impaling her feet, the pain was immeasurable, but also so was the strain in her legs. She could not come up for air. She began to panic, and flexed every muscle in her exhausted arms, trying to pull herself up by the spikes in her wrists. This rose her up, slightly, but not enough to open her lungs and allow for air to come in. She sank back down and began to panic.
She swung her body weight left and right, which accomplished nothing, save increase the pain her impaled limbs immeasurably. She looked around, pleading for help with her eyes, but everyone was partying and reveling, or staring back at her and cheering on her death.
Her final thoughts were why did they do this to me? What did I ever do so wrong to deserve this?
Slave girl Dia died with a pitiful whimper, and then went still.
The crowd roared in applause and shouts of awe. Many had won big betting on the “Super-Slave”, but others had put their money on young Mary, and they were now cashing in. It was a tremendously entertaining venture for the crowd.
With Mary the last living person on the crosses, all eyes were on her. She was so humiliated and in so much pain. She looked down and saw her sister, Chloe. Beautiful Chloe. Now naked and caked in sweat and semen, having been fucked by commoners throughout the entire night. She had endured hundreds of men at this point, and was shaking and shuddering in pain and degradation.
Mary felt such sadness for her sister. She remembered how Chloe had comforted her as she had been nailed and she wished she could do the same for Chloe when they crucified her. But she was so weak now. She was so thirsty. Mary felt her chest tighten and resolved not to come up for air. It was time for it all to end, she thought.
She held herself there, letting her weight rest on the spike in her feet and on the spikes in her wrist. She looked down at her plump breasts and pale skin. She was so ashamed of her naked body. She wished she was beautiful like Chloe. She felt ashamed that Chloe’s beautiful, amazing body was also on display for these fiends to fuck and leer at.
Mary felt the primal part of her mind protest. Air. She needed air. She finally gave in, and bit her lip seductively as she pushed with her supple legs and round ass muscles to bring herself up for some air. Her back arched and her breasts bounced on her taut chest. She gasped and fell back down before getting the full breath in. Her muscles were done. She quickly tightened every muscle to come back up, but she was utterly spent. Her muscles just twitched and shook painfully.
Her final thoughts were I do not want to die, please, please do not let this be the end.
As Mary’s body became still on the cross, the crowd cheered in delight. Chloe looked up from the stage, raising her head painfully, and saw Mary’s naked body, still and lifeless. She shuddered and felt her heart break.
But she still had her own suffering to do.