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Gods’ Edicts Part V - The Crucifixion of the Queen
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Illara
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Prologue
King Titus VI had died mere weeks after wedding Queen Lucie of Avondaläe, and when he died he had not yet consummated the marriage and she was still a virgin. This meant she bore no heir, and since the King had no children from previous royal marriages, the crown was given to Queen Lucie.
Then, shortly after she became ruler of the realm, she had the late King’s nieces, the Duchesses, brutally crucified for treason, saying they played a role in his untimely death.
The masses were satiated; three unfortunate girls suffered and died for the late King’s demise, and the new Queen gave them a great show of the execution and provided the masses with food and drink to revel in the “justice” being doled out.
But to some of the deceased King’s former knights, the timing of all of this stank of a conspiracy. Had the young, busty Queen from Avondaläe really orchestrated King Titus’ doom? She was only twenty years old. It appeared that way, though. All they needed was proof.
One of the late King’s most trusted knights, Sir Niro, a noble warrior in his mid-thirties known for his prowess in battle and in bedding maidens, found proof.
He found documents proving that the Queen had purchased the ingredients for a special, undetectable poison, and had bribed members of the council and the palace guard. She had, indeed, usurped the throne of the sacred realm.
Sir Niro assembled those still loyal to the late King’s memory, and they marched upon the palace at midnight. They made their way straight to Queen Lucie’s royal chambers, cut down her guards, and entered her elaborate sleeping chamber.
The Queen was short, just under 5’6” (167 cm), and quite skinny. But she had enormous breasts, with a 46 inch bust that made her 24 inch waist seem even more tiny and petite. Her 34L chest was pronounced even under her loose, flowing purple nightgown. Her green eyes were surprised and her small, sexy mouth was open in confusion. She wrinkled her little nose and brushed back her soft, auburn hair. “What brings you here at such a late hour?” She asked in a soft voice. She was trying to sound confident. Regal even. But Sir Niro heard the fear in her voice.
Sir Niro stepped forward. He had fucked hundreds of women, but the Queen’s body was amazingly voluptuous. Even at this pivotal moment in the realm’s history, he felt his cock hardening. “Lucie of Avondaläe! You are under arrest for high treason and for the assassination of King Titus VI!”
The Queen held her chin high and blushed. Sir Niro was impressed at her silence. She knew she was caught. She had chosen dignity over lying and protesting her guilt. He respected that. But he also knew that now, as the new King, it would be his duty to strip her of all remaining dignity before she died painfully on the cross, for all to witness.
King Titus VI had died mere weeks after wedding Queen Lucie of Avondaläe, and when he died he had not yet consummated the marriage and she was still a virgin. This meant she bore no heir, and since the King had no children from previous royal marriages, the crown was given to Queen Lucie.
Then, shortly after she became ruler of the realm, she had the late King’s nieces, the Duchesses, brutally crucified for treason, saying they played a role in his untimely death.
The masses were satiated; three unfortunate girls suffered and died for the late King’s demise, and the new Queen gave them a great show of the execution and provided the masses with food and drink to revel in the “justice” being doled out.
But to some of the deceased King’s former knights, the timing of all of this stank of a conspiracy. Had the young, busty Queen from Avondaläe really orchestrated King Titus’ doom? She was only twenty years old. It appeared that way, though. All they needed was proof.
One of the late King’s most trusted knights, Sir Niro, a noble warrior in his mid-thirties known for his prowess in battle and in bedding maidens, found proof.
He found documents proving that the Queen had purchased the ingredients for a special, undetectable poison, and had bribed members of the council and the palace guard. She had, indeed, usurped the throne of the sacred realm.
Sir Niro assembled those still loyal to the late King’s memory, and they marched upon the palace at midnight. They made their way straight to Queen Lucie’s royal chambers, cut down her guards, and entered her elaborate sleeping chamber.
The Queen was short, just under 5’6” (167 cm), and quite skinny. But she had enormous breasts, with a 46 inch bust that made her 24 inch waist seem even more tiny and petite. Her 34L chest was pronounced even under her loose, flowing purple nightgown. Her green eyes were surprised and her small, sexy mouth was open in confusion. She wrinkled her little nose and brushed back her soft, auburn hair. “What brings you here at such a late hour?” She asked in a soft voice. She was trying to sound confident. Regal even. But Sir Niro heard the fear in her voice.
Sir Niro stepped forward. He had fucked hundreds of women, but the Queen’s body was amazingly voluptuous. Even at this pivotal moment in the realm’s history, he felt his cock hardening. “Lucie of Avondaläe! You are under arrest for high treason and for the assassination of King Titus VI!”
The Queen held her chin high and blushed. Sir Niro was impressed at her silence. She knew she was caught. She had chosen dignity over lying and protesting her guilt. He respected that. But he also knew that now, as the new King, it would be his duty to strip her of all remaining dignity before she died painfully on the cross, for all to witness.
Illara
Governor
Interesting. Who else feels this way? I enjoy the spectacle and brutality of a mass crucifixion but if the majority of readers don’t want slaves I can focus just on the royalty.zero slaves, they distract form the main narrative IMHO
Royalty needs to suffer alone
zero slaves, they distract form the main narrative IMHO
Royalty needs to suffer alone
Tree votes no slaves. The queen must be displayed alone on the cross. It could be said she has earned it...
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
I agree, and the execution must be VERY slow, with double cornu to hold her up and make her fuck herself, and the crowd fed and watered away from the execution site at night so she suffers alone all night. Maybe Marina made to watch all the time but behind Lucie so she doesn't know, with Marina not knowing whether it will also be her fate-------@Illara your call regarding Marina,zero slaves, they distract form the main narrative IMHO
Royalty needs to suffer alone
Illara
Governor
Oh I already have plans for Marina lol *wink*
Illara
Governor
Chapter 1 – The Ultimatum
Princess Marina was shocked when she heard the news that her sister, the Queen, had been arrested and sentenced to death for the assassination of King Titus. And she balked when she heard that Lucie would be crucified!
After sobbing uncontrollably and panicking for a couple of hours, her mind calmed. And she felt a resolve harden deep within her. Ever since her youth, she had worshipped her elder sister. Marina was eighteen years old and was short, only 5’ 2” (157 cm), and had plump 34C breasts. They were large for her lean frame, but nowhere near as large as her older sister’s. She had icy blue eyes and a face that was either sexual or stern and nowhere in between. Many found her attractive, but their eyes were ever drawn to her voluptuous older sister, Lucie.
Marina put on a white and blue dress, the finest she owned. She donned a silver tiara, and put on a ring with her and Lucie’s family crest, and an intricate bracelet made of gold. And she left her quarters and marched to see the new King.
King Niro was sitting upon his throne, his strong body clad in a purple tunic, a dark blue cape draped over his shoulders, and the golden and bejeweled crown of the realm sitting upon his stern brow. Marina marched through the throne room towards him.
King Niro stood, and nodded respectfully at the young former-Princess. “Marina of Avondaläe! I say to you that we have found no evidence of your involvement in your sister’s heinous acts. You are a welcome citizen of the Realm, and I extend protection unto you.”
Marina clenched her jaw and stood defiant before the new King. “You dare crucify my sister!?” She shouted angrily.
The King grimaced. So she will be difficult about it, he thought with a mental sigh. “She assassinated the Gods’ Chosen King, through duplicitousness and vile betrayal. Of course she shall be crucified.”
“She is the greatest ruler that has ever lived! And the most beautiful woman to ever grace the world! You must release her immediately and bow before her in loyalty!”
The new King shook his head. “My inheritance as the new King has been ordained by the Priests and Priestesses. The people have embraced me. It is done. And my decision for your treasonous sister’s fate is final.”
Marina trembled.
“If you will condemn her to the cross…” Marina shook with anger and indignation. And steadfastness. “Then you will have to crucify me too. I will not allow my elder sister to suffer the horror of the cross alone.”
“Alright.” The King laughed. He had not expected this to be so easy. “Arrest this girl. And prepare her to be executed tomorrow, alongside her sister.”
Marina held her head high while guards approached and shackled her hands behind her back. She blushed as she was led towards a cell in the dungeons, but she maintained her silence. For in her mind, she was doing the most noble and loyal thing of all; following her sister, her Queen, her everything, even unto the gates of death.
Princess Marina was shocked when she heard the news that her sister, the Queen, had been arrested and sentenced to death for the assassination of King Titus. And she balked when she heard that Lucie would be crucified!
After sobbing uncontrollably and panicking for a couple of hours, her mind calmed. And she felt a resolve harden deep within her. Ever since her youth, she had worshipped her elder sister. Marina was eighteen years old and was short, only 5’ 2” (157 cm), and had plump 34C breasts. They were large for her lean frame, but nowhere near as large as her older sister’s. She had icy blue eyes and a face that was either sexual or stern and nowhere in between. Many found her attractive, but their eyes were ever drawn to her voluptuous older sister, Lucie.
Marina put on a white and blue dress, the finest she owned. She donned a silver tiara, and put on a ring with her and Lucie’s family crest, and an intricate bracelet made of gold. And she left her quarters and marched to see the new King.
King Niro was sitting upon his throne, his strong body clad in a purple tunic, a dark blue cape draped over his shoulders, and the golden and bejeweled crown of the realm sitting upon his stern brow. Marina marched through the throne room towards him.
King Niro stood, and nodded respectfully at the young former-Princess. “Marina of Avondaläe! I say to you that we have found no evidence of your involvement in your sister’s heinous acts. You are a welcome citizen of the Realm, and I extend protection unto you.”
Marina clenched her jaw and stood defiant before the new King. “You dare crucify my sister!?” She shouted angrily.
The King grimaced. So she will be difficult about it, he thought with a mental sigh. “She assassinated the Gods’ Chosen King, through duplicitousness and vile betrayal. Of course she shall be crucified.”
“She is the greatest ruler that has ever lived! And the most beautiful woman to ever grace the world! You must release her immediately and bow before her in loyalty!”
The new King shook his head. “My inheritance as the new King has been ordained by the Priests and Priestesses. The people have embraced me. It is done. And my decision for your treasonous sister’s fate is final.”
Marina trembled.
“If you will condemn her to the cross…” Marina shook with anger and indignation. And steadfastness. “Then you will have to crucify me too. I will not allow my elder sister to suffer the horror of the cross alone.”
“Alright.” The King laughed. He had not expected this to be so easy. “Arrest this girl. And prepare her to be executed tomorrow, alongside her sister.”
Marina held her head high while guards approached and shackled her hands behind her back. She blushed as she was led towards a cell in the dungeons, but she maintained her silence. For in her mind, she was doing the most noble and loyal thing of all; following her sister, her Queen, her everything, even unto the gates of death.
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
Illara
Governor
Oh perfection!!! I love it so much!!! You’re an artistic genius!!! So perfect!!!
Illara
Governor
Chapter 2 – Stripping
Lucie, the deposed Queen of the realm, sat in her cell trying not to panic. Her massive chest rose and fell underneath her loose, comfortable nightgown. Sweat graced her brow. But she maintained a steady face. She resolved to maintain dignified and solemn throughout her execution; she would not give these fucking bastards the satisfaction of seeing her reduced to a mewling, moaning fuck toy on the cross. She completely thought herself capable of this.
The next morning, a large retinue of guards came down the torchlit hallway and opened her cell door. “Lucie of Avondaläe,” the lead soldier said loudly, “you are to be escorted to the city square for your execution.”
Lucie stood up and nodded simply. “Very well.”
The guards walked into the room, relieved that she was being compliant. Her hands were tied at the wrists, in front of her, and with guards holding firmly onto her biceps, flanking her on either side, she was walked out, surrounded by guards, down the dirt corridors of the dungeons.
She was taken to the large room where the wheeled, wooden platform stood where the condemned were to be strung up and stripped. She was surprised when she saw no slaves in the room, and that the wooden platform was off in the corner.
She was taken to the center of the room and a hook on a rope was lowered from the ceiling, and her bindings were latched onto it, and then raised up. As she was raised up on her tip-toes, she felt the soft cloth of her nightgown fall flush against the supple skin of her massive breasts.
They pulled her hands high until her biceps were pressing against the sides of her head, and she felt the pressure in her shoulders at the uncomfortable position.
A soldier approached and grabbed her by her thin, sexy neck. “You shall carry your crossbeam from here to the city square, where you shall be crucified.”
Lucie tried not to balk at the concept. Carrying a massive beam of wood through the city streets!? That was insane! That was torture for a common criminal or a slave, or a…a condemned traitor. Me, she realized. The first pang of a hint of panic erupted within her.
Then the door to the chamber opened and Lucie did a double take as she realized that her sister, Marina, in a white and blue dress, was being escorted in, bound at the wrist just as she was.
“Marina?” Lucie said incredulously.
“I love you sister.” Marina said seriously as she too was strung up next to her.
Lucie was about to protest. She was confused what Marina was doing here, for Marina had not participated at all in the assassination of King Titus; Lucie had not trusted her competency enough.
Lucie decided to keep quiet as the captain of the guard approached them. She knew that she was about to be stripped. She gulped. She had never been naked before a man before. And her annoying little sister, who worshipped the ground she walked on, she wondered what her reaction would be to seeing her naked.
The guard captain turned and approached Marina first. Marina clenched her jaw and raised her chin high, but Marina could see through the charade of dignity; Marina was exceedingly frightened to be stripped naked.
The guard captain set his hands on her plump breasts and caressed the lacy hem of her dress. Marina blushed. He moved his hands to the shoulder straps and gripped them tightly. Then, with a sudden movement of strength, he ripped the dress off of her, tearing it off her body painfully. Marina yelped, and blushed at being in her grey and blue undergarments.
The guard captain removed her soft loincloth first, exposing her round ass and soft, pink pussy. And then he went to remove her tight bra. He ripped it off of her and her soft breasts cascaded out. Her big nipples hardened at the sudden sensation of cooler air, and also with shame and embarrassment.
She trembled at her nudity and kept her eyes locked forward, clearly overridden with shame and degradation.
Marina did not care. She knew that she was next. Marina was average looking, in Lucie’s opinion. Lucie knew that she was considered the most beautiful woman in the world. These bastards did not deserve to behold her naked body. She felt anger and indignation replacing fear within her, and it felt good.
But then the captain of the guard stood before her, his warm breath on her face, and she looked down and saw that his cock was hard underneath his tunic. Fuck, this is really happening Lucie thought. She blushed as the man grabbed the hemlines of her nightgown. He ripped it off of her savagely. Her massive breasts crashed together and bounced at the sudden removal of her clothes. She was completely naked underneath, her thin waist, bare ass, and tight womanhood completely on display, all underneath her gargantuan, full, round breasts.
She shuddered, despite her resolve to keep her dignity. The air against her bare skin was sobering and startling. The captain of the guard stepped back, looking her up and down lustfully. Her thin neck and small face and tight waist looked even smaller when juxtaposed with her massive, heaving boobs.
Marina was breathless. Her sister’s beauty was sacred and awe-inspiring. She truly was the younger sister of the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Marina felt a sense of honor well up inside of her, despite her nakedness, that she was about to accompany the most divine beauty to the bitter end, forever loyal and loving.
Lucie was not thinking about her younger sister at all. She was wondering where her crossbeam was and how heavy it would be. She was dreading the physical exertion. With such heavy tits, she knew keeping her balance would be difficult, and she was not looking forward to being humiliated in front of everyone.
She did not notice at first, but her chest was rising and falling more and more rapidly as she thought about the impending shame and degradation. And she knew…it was only going to get worse. Far, far worse.
Lucie, the deposed Queen of the realm, sat in her cell trying not to panic. Her massive chest rose and fell underneath her loose, comfortable nightgown. Sweat graced her brow. But she maintained a steady face. She resolved to maintain dignified and solemn throughout her execution; she would not give these fucking bastards the satisfaction of seeing her reduced to a mewling, moaning fuck toy on the cross. She completely thought herself capable of this.
The next morning, a large retinue of guards came down the torchlit hallway and opened her cell door. “Lucie of Avondaläe,” the lead soldier said loudly, “you are to be escorted to the city square for your execution.”
Lucie stood up and nodded simply. “Very well.”
The guards walked into the room, relieved that she was being compliant. Her hands were tied at the wrists, in front of her, and with guards holding firmly onto her biceps, flanking her on either side, she was walked out, surrounded by guards, down the dirt corridors of the dungeons.
She was taken to the large room where the wheeled, wooden platform stood where the condemned were to be strung up and stripped. She was surprised when she saw no slaves in the room, and that the wooden platform was off in the corner.
She was taken to the center of the room and a hook on a rope was lowered from the ceiling, and her bindings were latched onto it, and then raised up. As she was raised up on her tip-toes, she felt the soft cloth of her nightgown fall flush against the supple skin of her massive breasts.
They pulled her hands high until her biceps were pressing against the sides of her head, and she felt the pressure in her shoulders at the uncomfortable position.
A soldier approached and grabbed her by her thin, sexy neck. “You shall carry your crossbeam from here to the city square, where you shall be crucified.”
Lucie tried not to balk at the concept. Carrying a massive beam of wood through the city streets!? That was insane! That was torture for a common criminal or a slave, or a…a condemned traitor. Me, she realized. The first pang of a hint of panic erupted within her.
Then the door to the chamber opened and Lucie did a double take as she realized that her sister, Marina, in a white and blue dress, was being escorted in, bound at the wrist just as she was.
“Marina?” Lucie said incredulously.
“I love you sister.” Marina said seriously as she too was strung up next to her.
Lucie was about to protest. She was confused what Marina was doing here, for Marina had not participated at all in the assassination of King Titus; Lucie had not trusted her competency enough.
Lucie decided to keep quiet as the captain of the guard approached them. She knew that she was about to be stripped. She gulped. She had never been naked before a man before. And her annoying little sister, who worshipped the ground she walked on, she wondered what her reaction would be to seeing her naked.
The guard captain turned and approached Marina first. Marina clenched her jaw and raised her chin high, but Marina could see through the charade of dignity; Marina was exceedingly frightened to be stripped naked.
The guard captain set his hands on her plump breasts and caressed the lacy hem of her dress. Marina blushed. He moved his hands to the shoulder straps and gripped them tightly. Then, with a sudden movement of strength, he ripped the dress off of her, tearing it off her body painfully. Marina yelped, and blushed at being in her grey and blue undergarments.
The guard captain removed her soft loincloth first, exposing her round ass and soft, pink pussy. And then he went to remove her tight bra. He ripped it off of her and her soft breasts cascaded out. Her big nipples hardened at the sudden sensation of cooler air, and also with shame and embarrassment.
She trembled at her nudity and kept her eyes locked forward, clearly overridden with shame and degradation.
Marina did not care. She knew that she was next. Marina was average looking, in Lucie’s opinion. Lucie knew that she was considered the most beautiful woman in the world. These bastards did not deserve to behold her naked body. She felt anger and indignation replacing fear within her, and it felt good.
But then the captain of the guard stood before her, his warm breath on her face, and she looked down and saw that his cock was hard underneath his tunic. Fuck, this is really happening Lucie thought. She blushed as the man grabbed the hemlines of her nightgown. He ripped it off of her savagely. Her massive breasts crashed together and bounced at the sudden removal of her clothes. She was completely naked underneath, her thin waist, bare ass, and tight womanhood completely on display, all underneath her gargantuan, full, round breasts.
She shuddered, despite her resolve to keep her dignity. The air against her bare skin was sobering and startling. The captain of the guard stepped back, looking her up and down lustfully. Her thin neck and small face and tight waist looked even smaller when juxtaposed with her massive, heaving boobs.
Marina was breathless. Her sister’s beauty was sacred and awe-inspiring. She truly was the younger sister of the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Marina felt a sense of honor well up inside of her, despite her nakedness, that she was about to accompany the most divine beauty to the bitter end, forever loyal and loving.
Lucie was not thinking about her younger sister at all. She was wondering where her crossbeam was and how heavy it would be. She was dreading the physical exertion. With such heavy tits, she knew keeping her balance would be difficult, and she was not looking forward to being humiliated in front of everyone.
She did not notice at first, but her chest was rising and falling more and more rapidly as she thought about the impending shame and degradation. And she knew…it was only going to get worse. Far, far worse.
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
Illara
Governor
Oh perfection! I love it! You got her facial expression perfectly! You capture all of the emotions amazingly done!!!
Illara
Governor
Chapter 3 – Procession
A pair of muscular guards carried over a thick beam of wood. It was Lucie’s crossbeam. The fixture of her execution that would be pivotal in ending her young life. And ending it painfully. She stared at it in horror. It looked so big and heavy.
Guards surrounded her and lowered her bound hands. It felt good to be able to stand with her feet flat against the ground again. Her shoulders ached already. It was going to get so much worse. Her hands were unbound and cords were tied around each wrist individually. Then the soldiers walked behind her and hefted the thick, wooden crossbeam up onto her shoulders. It pressed against the back of her neck, and she felt the weight of it press down on her painfully.
Her hands were raised up, and the cords were stretched around the sides of the crossbeam, and pulled tight, so that her hands were completely outstretched to either side. Her breasts swayed as she was affixed painfully tightly to the crossbeam. She felt her body bend down under the massive weight, and her breasts dangled embarrassingly, massive udders to jiggle shamefully and make her a spectacle.
She groaned. This was going to be exceedingly unpleasant. Princess Marina watched in horror as her sister bowed under the weight of the crossbeam. Normally carrying the crossbeams was a duty for slaves. How dare they make my noble sister do this she thought bitterly!
With Lucie tied tightly to the crossbeam, Marina’s hands were lowered, untied, and then re-tied behind her back. They tied another cord around her arms, just below the elbow, and pulled it tight, to make her stick out her chest more and put her tits on further display. Marina blushed intensely.
A metal collar was clamped around Marina’s sexy little neck, and a chain was affixed to it and latched to the back of the crossbeam. She would follow her sister as she bore the crossbeam, about six feet behind.
The doors to the massive chamber were opened and sunlight spilled into the room. Lucie’s pale body was bathed in morning sunlight. Marina was similarly pale and winced at the change in light. She wished desperately that she could help Lucie bear the cross.
The captain of the guards cracked a whip loudly and shouted the order at Lucie. “Forward, cunt! To the city square!”
Lucie teetered for a moment, unsure of her balance under the heavy crossbeam, but then she began walking forward, at a slow and laborious pace. The guards smiled at her breasts swaying and bouncing off of each other as she walked. Marina followed reverently behind.
As soon as they stepped out of the dungeon chamber, there were crowds assembled along the streets of the city. People cheered and whooped and leered as the two naked, supple virgins were marched flanked by guards to their execution.
Lucie was moving slowly. She began to sweat profusely. This was the most physically demanding thing she had ever done in her twenty-year life as a royal. She wished that she could move her hands from their painful positions tied to the crossbeam. She wanted to drop to her knees, but she knew that she would pay for such a thing dearly, so she strained and labored and breathed heavily and kept her footing.
Marina followed behind, in awe of her sister’s brave strength, and acutely aware of her shameful nakedness. She wanted to cry but felt too embarrassed to do even that.
To Lucie, the walk felt like it took all day. In reality, it took about forty minutes. But as the crowd thickened, she realized she was getting closer to the stage of executions. The stage where I will die she realized with a sudden pang of visceral fear. She was not ready to die! But she could not show weakness. She could not let them win.
She was guided by the guards to the stairs to ascend the stage. She ascended it painfully and as she stepped onto the stage, stark naked and carrying her own crossbeam, the crowd went wild.
You ungrateful savages she thought as sweat dripped into her eyes! I fed you and gave you drink not weeks before! I entertained you gloriously! And now you cheer for my humiliation and death!
Marina was feeling similarly betrayed by the people of the realm, but her attention was fixed in admiration of her sister, and mesmerized by the movements of her massive, swaying tits. The crowd was similarly awed at Lucie’s body; it was enrapturing to behold.
King Niro sat on a small throne on the stage, the same one that Lucie had sat in during the execution of the Duchesses weeks prior. He nodded in approval at her arrival, stark naked and burdened by the wood of the cross.
Lucie was escorted to the center of the stage, facing the crowd, and knocked down to her knees. She swayed slightly, but lifted her head up painfully to look at the massive crowd of literally everyone in the city.
“Behold, Lucie of Avondaläe!” King Niro declared proudly. “Murderer! Traitor! False Queen!”
The crowd went wild. They were beyond excited to watch her suffer the cross.
A pair of muscular guards carried over a thick beam of wood. It was Lucie’s crossbeam. The fixture of her execution that would be pivotal in ending her young life. And ending it painfully. She stared at it in horror. It looked so big and heavy.
Guards surrounded her and lowered her bound hands. It felt good to be able to stand with her feet flat against the ground again. Her shoulders ached already. It was going to get so much worse. Her hands were unbound and cords were tied around each wrist individually. Then the soldiers walked behind her and hefted the thick, wooden crossbeam up onto her shoulders. It pressed against the back of her neck, and she felt the weight of it press down on her painfully.
Her hands were raised up, and the cords were stretched around the sides of the crossbeam, and pulled tight, so that her hands were completely outstretched to either side. Her breasts swayed as she was affixed painfully tightly to the crossbeam. She felt her body bend down under the massive weight, and her breasts dangled embarrassingly, massive udders to jiggle shamefully and make her a spectacle.
She groaned. This was going to be exceedingly unpleasant. Princess Marina watched in horror as her sister bowed under the weight of the crossbeam. Normally carrying the crossbeams was a duty for slaves. How dare they make my noble sister do this she thought bitterly!
With Lucie tied tightly to the crossbeam, Marina’s hands were lowered, untied, and then re-tied behind her back. They tied another cord around her arms, just below the elbow, and pulled it tight, to make her stick out her chest more and put her tits on further display. Marina blushed intensely.
A metal collar was clamped around Marina’s sexy little neck, and a chain was affixed to it and latched to the back of the crossbeam. She would follow her sister as she bore the crossbeam, about six feet behind.
The doors to the massive chamber were opened and sunlight spilled into the room. Lucie’s pale body was bathed in morning sunlight. Marina was similarly pale and winced at the change in light. She wished desperately that she could help Lucie bear the cross.
The captain of the guards cracked a whip loudly and shouted the order at Lucie. “Forward, cunt! To the city square!”
Lucie teetered for a moment, unsure of her balance under the heavy crossbeam, but then she began walking forward, at a slow and laborious pace. The guards smiled at her breasts swaying and bouncing off of each other as she walked. Marina followed reverently behind.
As soon as they stepped out of the dungeon chamber, there were crowds assembled along the streets of the city. People cheered and whooped and leered as the two naked, supple virgins were marched flanked by guards to their execution.
Lucie was moving slowly. She began to sweat profusely. This was the most physically demanding thing she had ever done in her twenty-year life as a royal. She wished that she could move her hands from their painful positions tied to the crossbeam. She wanted to drop to her knees, but she knew that she would pay for such a thing dearly, so she strained and labored and breathed heavily and kept her footing.
Marina followed behind, in awe of her sister’s brave strength, and acutely aware of her shameful nakedness. She wanted to cry but felt too embarrassed to do even that.
To Lucie, the walk felt like it took all day. In reality, it took about forty minutes. But as the crowd thickened, she realized she was getting closer to the stage of executions. The stage where I will die she realized with a sudden pang of visceral fear. She was not ready to die! But she could not show weakness. She could not let them win.
She was guided by the guards to the stairs to ascend the stage. She ascended it painfully and as she stepped onto the stage, stark naked and carrying her own crossbeam, the crowd went wild.
You ungrateful savages she thought as sweat dripped into her eyes! I fed you and gave you drink not weeks before! I entertained you gloriously! And now you cheer for my humiliation and death!
Marina was feeling similarly betrayed by the people of the realm, but her attention was fixed in admiration of her sister, and mesmerized by the movements of her massive, swaying tits. The crowd was similarly awed at Lucie’s body; it was enrapturing to behold.
King Niro sat on a small throne on the stage, the same one that Lucie had sat in during the execution of the Duchesses weeks prior. He nodded in approval at her arrival, stark naked and burdened by the wood of the cross.
Lucie was escorted to the center of the stage, facing the crowd, and knocked down to her knees. She swayed slightly, but lifted her head up painfully to look at the massive crowd of literally everyone in the city.
“Behold, Lucie of Avondaläe!” King Niro declared proudly. “Murderer! Traitor! False Queen!”
The crowd went wild. They were beyond excited to watch her suffer the cross.
Illara
Governor
Chapter 4 – Lucie’s Virginity
Lucie sighed as she was untied from the crossbeam. Already on her knees, she fell forward and caught herself with her hands on the ground. Her back ached as her massive breasts swayed and dangled underneath her chest. She was out of breathe already.
Marina had her collar removed and was made to get on her hands and knees next to Lucie. She looked at her sister and offered a look of sincere sympathy and support with her expressive eyes. But Lucie did not notice. She was surveying the crowd staring back at her lustily.
King Niro stood and began to strip. He addressed the crowd as he undressed. “This execution shall not involve any slaves! All of the suffering shall belong to these two traitors, exclusively! They shall bear all of the suffering, in accordance with the sacred will of the Gods’ Edicts!”
The crowd cheered. Marina and Lucie blushed. Whether either acknowledged it or not, they both were hoping for some slave girls to take some of the humiliating attention off them. They would get no such reprieve.
King Niro was naked now, save for his illustrious crown. His cock was massive, with a wide tip and large, dangling balls. He had all of his pubic hair shaven beforehand, to emphasize his impressive manhood. Lucie looked over and realized why other knights had nicknamed Niro ‘The Stallion’.
She gulped realizing he was about to fuck her and take her virginity. He approached her and gripped her thin hips with his large, muscular hands. He grabbed them right where her legs met her hips and it felt extremely intimate and violating. Lucie shuddered at his strong touch.
His cock began to harden and the crowd began chanting his name. “Niro! Niro! Niro! Niro!”
Marina gulped. She had seen women fucked, at the execution she presided over weeks ago. She was completely unsure how much it was going to grieve and disturb her watching her own sister roughly taken from behind.
Lucie clenched her teeth and tensed up. She vowed to herself that she would take the fucking in dignified silence and not give the crowd any satisfaction.
She failed immediately. As soon as he inserted his massive, erect cock into her tight, virgin vagina, she gasped loudly and moaned at the strange, overpowering sensations.
King Niro began to thrust into her vigorously, and her breasts began to bounce and clash together to the crowd’s delight. With each thrust, Lucie moaned and gasped breathlessly, and her face turned bright red in embarrassment at her own carnal noises. Her breasts clapped together and her body rocked back and forth with every thrust.
Marina was blushing also. She wanted to help her sister. It grieved her to see Lucie so compromised and overwhelmed by the rough fucking. Lucie deserved better than to be fucked publicly on all fours like a dog. She was the rightful Queen!
Lucie was barely holding on. Her breasts were weighing down her chest and her back was already hurting. King Niro began to really pound her, shoving his long, thick cock all the way inside of her and moving his hips with a practiced strength and intensity. He was completely overpowering her with his might and his massive penis. She was a helpless extension of him, existing only for his pleasure and for the crowd’s enjoyment of her humiliating predicament.
King Niro made himself last as long as possible. He wanted to degrade Lucie as much as he possibly could with his legendary manhood. But finally, the time was nigh. He squeezed her tight hips with his strong hands and thrust his penis into her as far as he could. He ejaculated powerfully into her, and Lucie panted like a dog.
Lucie of Avondaläe was a virgin no more.
Lucie sighed as she was untied from the crossbeam. Already on her knees, she fell forward and caught herself with her hands on the ground. Her back ached as her massive breasts swayed and dangled underneath her chest. She was out of breathe already.
Marina had her collar removed and was made to get on her hands and knees next to Lucie. She looked at her sister and offered a look of sincere sympathy and support with her expressive eyes. But Lucie did not notice. She was surveying the crowd staring back at her lustily.
King Niro stood and began to strip. He addressed the crowd as he undressed. “This execution shall not involve any slaves! All of the suffering shall belong to these two traitors, exclusively! They shall bear all of the suffering, in accordance with the sacred will of the Gods’ Edicts!”
The crowd cheered. Marina and Lucie blushed. Whether either acknowledged it or not, they both were hoping for some slave girls to take some of the humiliating attention off them. They would get no such reprieve.
King Niro was naked now, save for his illustrious crown. His cock was massive, with a wide tip and large, dangling balls. He had all of his pubic hair shaven beforehand, to emphasize his impressive manhood. Lucie looked over and realized why other knights had nicknamed Niro ‘The Stallion’.
She gulped realizing he was about to fuck her and take her virginity. He approached her and gripped her thin hips with his large, muscular hands. He grabbed them right where her legs met her hips and it felt extremely intimate and violating. Lucie shuddered at his strong touch.
His cock began to harden and the crowd began chanting his name. “Niro! Niro! Niro! Niro!”
Marina gulped. She had seen women fucked, at the execution she presided over weeks ago. She was completely unsure how much it was going to grieve and disturb her watching her own sister roughly taken from behind.
Lucie clenched her teeth and tensed up. She vowed to herself that she would take the fucking in dignified silence and not give the crowd any satisfaction.
She failed immediately. As soon as he inserted his massive, erect cock into her tight, virgin vagina, she gasped loudly and moaned at the strange, overpowering sensations.
King Niro began to thrust into her vigorously, and her breasts began to bounce and clash together to the crowd’s delight. With each thrust, Lucie moaned and gasped breathlessly, and her face turned bright red in embarrassment at her own carnal noises. Her breasts clapped together and her body rocked back and forth with every thrust.
Marina was blushing also. She wanted to help her sister. It grieved her to see Lucie so compromised and overwhelmed by the rough fucking. Lucie deserved better than to be fucked publicly on all fours like a dog. She was the rightful Queen!
Lucie was barely holding on. Her breasts were weighing down her chest and her back was already hurting. King Niro began to really pound her, shoving his long, thick cock all the way inside of her and moving his hips with a practiced strength and intensity. He was completely overpowering her with his might and his massive penis. She was a helpless extension of him, existing only for his pleasure and for the crowd’s enjoyment of her humiliating predicament.
King Niro made himself last as long as possible. He wanted to degrade Lucie as much as he possibly could with his legendary manhood. But finally, the time was nigh. He squeezed her tight hips with his strong hands and thrust his penis into her as far as he could. He ejaculated powerfully into her, and Lucie panted like a dog.
Lucie of Avondaläe was a virgin no more.
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MUTUS PICTOR
Illara
Governor
Oh my gosh this is so perfect!!!!!!!!! *bows down to your artistic and erotic abilities *
Illara
Governor
Chapter 5 – Marina’s Mouth
The King withdrew his massive cock from Lucie’s tight vagina. She gasped as he withdrew from her. She trembled tiredly, the physical toll of the rough fucking washing over her anew.
King Niro walked over between the condemned sisters and slapped his wet cock against Marina’s shocked face. “Suck my cock clean.” He commanded the younger sister. She looked up at him surprised. “Who did you think would be taking the place of the slave girl who sucks the executioners clean?” He asked with a grin. He felt no mercy for Marina; the foolish girl had volunteered for this. If her loyalty to her sister was so strong, let her prove it in the crucible of public humiliation and execution.
Marina blushed and bit her lip as she realized that this disdainful task would be hers. How many men’s penises will I have to clean she wondered in fear? Her eyes locked onto the King’s massive cock and she wondered how the whole gigantic member would fit in her small, virgin mouth. The King saw this and chuckled.
“Run your mouth along the sides, and suck diligently.” He commanded.
Marina gulped and then complied. She ran her mouth all up and down his penis, starting from the base of his girthy shaft, to the wide tip, which she sucked for a moment, and then all the way down the other side. She looked up at him and he stared back at her apathetically. Not understanding if she was done or not, and wanting to avoid further torture for her (or, more importantly, for her sister Lucie), Marina went and sucked each of the King’s balls just for good measure.
The King turned and raised his hands in a victorious gesture and the crowd roared. He returned to his makeshift throne as naked executioner’s men lined up behind Lucie.
“Fuck her until her arms give way.” The King commanded them. “And then give her the double penetration torture.”
The executioners all nodded in obedience, and eagerness.
Lucie was fucked from behind by dozens of men before her arms grew too weak to hold up her massive, heaving chest. All the while, Marina watched in horror, and as the men finished inside of Lucie, they came to Marina, and she obediently cleaned their cocks with her mouth. She kept trying to remind herself that it was an honor to have a penis in her mouth that had been within her amazing sister, but this placation did not outweigh the shame she felt at sucking off men and having her mouth used so disdainfully. And to make matters worse, her breasts dangled and swayed as she sucked off the men. She wished that she was not naked. She wished that Lucie was not naked and not being tormented.
Marina silently cursed King Niro for his evil deed of sentencing Lucie to this horrific torture and death. It was all so wrong!
As Lucie’s trembling arms shook and a well-endowed man ejaculated inside of her aching loins, her arms gave way and her soft, round bosom crashed down to the stage. She rested her sweating face against the smooth wood of the stage. She was quickly yanked up back onto her knees, and her arms were tied behind her back at the wrist.
She knew what was coming next, and she was dreading having men inside of her vagina and her ass at the same time. Have I not endured enough she wondered in shocked exhaustion!? And after all of this I am to be crucified naked!? She felt panic welling up within her as any remaining ideas of dignity evaporated before her like smoke on the wind.
She saw men bringing up the bench and clenched up tightly. She did not want what was about to happen.
The King withdrew his massive cock from Lucie’s tight vagina. She gasped as he withdrew from her. She trembled tiredly, the physical toll of the rough fucking washing over her anew.
King Niro walked over between the condemned sisters and slapped his wet cock against Marina’s shocked face. “Suck my cock clean.” He commanded the younger sister. She looked up at him surprised. “Who did you think would be taking the place of the slave girl who sucks the executioners clean?” He asked with a grin. He felt no mercy for Marina; the foolish girl had volunteered for this. If her loyalty to her sister was so strong, let her prove it in the crucible of public humiliation and execution.
Marina blushed and bit her lip as she realized that this disdainful task would be hers. How many men’s penises will I have to clean she wondered in fear? Her eyes locked onto the King’s massive cock and she wondered how the whole gigantic member would fit in her small, virgin mouth. The King saw this and chuckled.
“Run your mouth along the sides, and suck diligently.” He commanded.
Marina gulped and then complied. She ran her mouth all up and down his penis, starting from the base of his girthy shaft, to the wide tip, which she sucked for a moment, and then all the way down the other side. She looked up at him and he stared back at her apathetically. Not understanding if she was done or not, and wanting to avoid further torture for her (or, more importantly, for her sister Lucie), Marina went and sucked each of the King’s balls just for good measure.
The King turned and raised his hands in a victorious gesture and the crowd roared. He returned to his makeshift throne as naked executioner’s men lined up behind Lucie.
“Fuck her until her arms give way.” The King commanded them. “And then give her the double penetration torture.”
The executioners all nodded in obedience, and eagerness.
Lucie was fucked from behind by dozens of men before her arms grew too weak to hold up her massive, heaving chest. All the while, Marina watched in horror, and as the men finished inside of Lucie, they came to Marina, and she obediently cleaned their cocks with her mouth. She kept trying to remind herself that it was an honor to have a penis in her mouth that had been within her amazing sister, but this placation did not outweigh the shame she felt at sucking off men and having her mouth used so disdainfully. And to make matters worse, her breasts dangled and swayed as she sucked off the men. She wished that she was not naked. She wished that Lucie was not naked and not being tormented.
Marina silently cursed King Niro for his evil deed of sentencing Lucie to this horrific torture and death. It was all so wrong!
As Lucie’s trembling arms shook and a well-endowed man ejaculated inside of her aching loins, her arms gave way and her soft, round bosom crashed down to the stage. She rested her sweating face against the smooth wood of the stage. She was quickly yanked up back onto her knees, and her arms were tied behind her back at the wrist.
She knew what was coming next, and she was dreading having men inside of her vagina and her ass at the same time. Have I not endured enough she wondered in shocked exhaustion!? And after all of this I am to be crucified naked!? She felt panic welling up within her as any remaining ideas of dignity evaporated before her like smoke on the wind.
She saw men bringing up the bench and clenched up tightly. She did not want what was about to happen.