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Gods’ Edicts Part V - The Crucifixion of the Queen

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Chapter 12 – The Next Day

Towards the end of the night, an exhausted Marina fell asleep for a little while, despite her uncomfortable position. Lucie did not sleep at all. Her pain was far, far too immense and penetrating and torturous.

When the first light of dawn arose in the east, Lucie wondered with terrified, frantic horror what another day’s suffering would bring.

Marina awoke as the plethora of executioners and guards and soldiers slowly and casually returned to the execution grounds. The crowd was reforming, but no one seemed in a rush, particularly. They had all had a wonderful night’s sleep. Marina looked up at her suffering sister and tried to make eye contact, to offer some silent, nonverbal support or comfort. But Lucie was too busy writhing and squirming on the cross.

As Lucie did the pained “dance” of the crucified, Marina watched as a bench was brought onto the stage, and she knew what her day would entail as Lucie slowly died on the cross: double penetration.

18-year-old Marina was maneuvered, hands bound behind her back, over a naked man laying down on the bench, his long cock erect and hard like a flagpole. Executioners grabbed her hips and pushed her down onto him, so that his long penis was completely inside of her. She gasped and her eyes widened. He reached up and fondled her swaying breasts for a moment, before becoming more professional, and resting his hands on her ribs, just below her breasts.

She was leaned over at a 45 degree angle, her breasts swaying over the man who was inside of her vagina. Her ass was spread open, ready to be assailed. She winced as she realized that Lucie must be looking down in shame and judgement upon her from the cross. The reality could not have been more different; Lucie did not give a shit about Marina anymore. She was wholly consumed by her own suffering and pain and woes. She was squirming desperately against the cross, her frantic body trying to find some position of solace that intellectually she knew did not exist. She was striving against her impaled limbs, twitching and spastic, in the most horrid pain and agony she had ever been, or would ever be in.

While Lucie died agonizingly slowly, Marina was about to be fucked in the ass for the first time. She was dreading it. Already, she felt the throb of a well-endowed man inside of her. She had no idea what a second man would feel like. When he thrust his penis roughly into her anus, she squealed like an animal, and immediately blushed in shame.

The two men fucking her bounced and thrust in unison, so that Marina’s breasts jumped and jiggled for the crowd. They were professionals, after all. All the while Marina screamed and shouted and strained needlessly against her bonds. Her resistance simply made for a better show for the crowd.

When the two men finished within her, she had the great shame of sucking both of their cocks clean, and then another pair of men lined up to repeat the torture with her.

This went on…all day…

While Lucie writhed on the cross, Marina was double fucked. Continuously. From sun up until sundown, both sisters suffered, though Lucie suffered the worst, obviously.

Come nightfall, both girls wanted to perish. They were completely exhausted, and had had all will to live and dignity extinguished from them. But Lucie’s body still had a minimal amount of strength; she would endure another night on the cross, while Marina was once again bound and made to look upon her sister’s suffering…
 
Chapter 13 – The Third Day

The night was, horrifyingly, nearly exactly the same as the first night. Lucie suffered horribly on the cross, and Marina watched in abject horror, her pussy and anus throbbing painfully as she anticipated another day of torture impending.

When the sun rose the next day, their evil executioners and their loyal retinue and the eager crowd all amassed yet again. Marina groaned in trepidation as naked men relieved her from her kneeling position and escorted over to King Niro’s makeshift throne.

The King looked upon her with a fresh face. He had clearly slept well and had showered, and had groomed himself. Marina could not imagine what she looked like, caked in sweat and cum and tears. Lucie on the cross was also looking bad, stretched and pale and thin and worn. Her body was clearly losing its vitality. She would likely not last to see sundown.

“Marina,” the King said with said with a happy sigh. “You seem weary.”

Marina breathed deeply, unsure of what to make of the King, only partially aware of her ample, naked chest rising and heaving.

“Your sister’s hours are waning.” The King said, leaning forward happily. “It will be your turn, soon.” He smiled at her. She felt a pang of fear erupt within her. “How much do you want to suffer before you die?” He asked.

She gulped, and thought out her words carefully. She could not betray her sister. She wanted to follow her to the bitter end, endure everything that she had endured! And yet…She had already endured so much…

“As little as you allow, your Grace.” She said with a reverent head bow. She felt immediate shame and self-betrayal well up inside of her, but she could not help herself. She had bee tortured too much already. And she had watched Lucie suffer too much already. She could not possibly invite more horror upon herself.

“Very well. I may show you mercy. If you please me.” The King said wryly as he shirked off his tunic, revealing his muscular, naked body and his massive, thick cock. “You know what to do.” He said, gesturing at his gargantuan member, as it pulsed and hardened at the coming arousing.

Marina nodded humbly. She looked up at Lucie, hanging limply and exhausted from her nailed limbs on the cross, and looked back at the King’s massive cock. I must avoid as much suffering as possible Marina thought. She blushed as she reprimanded herself for being so selfish and cowardly. But nonetheless, she leaned forward, hands still bound behind her back, and proceeded to give the King of the best blowjobs of his life.

She sucked mightily, she licked vigorously, she suckled his balls, and she deepthroated his shaft. And she did so with a drive and a passion the entire time, until the oft-pleasured King finally could not contain himself any longer and ejaculated powerfully into Marina’s mouth. She swallowed all of his manhood, diligently, and continued sucking him off after he had ejaculated.

The King groaned in pleasure and said “Very well. She is ready.” Executioners came over and hefted up naked Marina, and walked her back over towards the bench of double fucking.

“No! No! Please!” She said as she was marched towards the bench.

But the executioners escorting her laughed. “Not that, Princess.” They said mockingly. “You get to entertain the commoners until your sister dies.”

The bench was removed and Marina’s hands were unbound and then immediately re-bound in front of her, and then hoisted up by a hook so that she was strung up on her tiptoes.

The King’s herald stepped forward and blew a little trumpet to get the crowd’s attention. “Form a line! Anyone who wishes to torture the condemned may do so! It shall be done on a basis of serving those who come first!”

The crowd scrambled to form a line to fuck Marina. Marina blushed, wondering what this fresh degradation would look like. She looked back upon her sister, nailed horribly to the cross. Lucie was clearly in her final hours.

Her body was trembling, even the most miniscule movement looked terribly laborious, and her skin had taken on a sickly, pale hue that reeked of death. She had little time left.

Marina saw the pain in Lucie’s eyes and thought good, I hope she dies soon. She has been through enough.
 
Chapter 14 – Lucie’s Final Minutes

Lucie had been ignoring her sister’s torture the entire time she had been crucified. Her pain was far, far more than enough to enrapture her attention and capture her mind. Lucie’s suffering had been immense and epic and all encompassing, and since about a minute after her crucifixion, Lucie had been begging silently for death and peace.

As the noon sun rose in the sky, and Marina’s yelps of rough fucking from commoners in the crowd were continuing in their piercing of the day’s noise, Lucie prayed to every god that she had ever heard of that she might die soon.

She felt her body failing, and with a sigh of relief, she begged the end to come swiftly. She tightened her round ass, and stiffened her lean legs, and flexed her brutalized, skinny arms as much as she could, and she rose up for a deep breath. She had no idea it would be one of her last.

Her back arched, and her breasts bounced forward, and she moaned like a carnal animal as she inhaled as much air as she possibly could. Doing this forced her to widen her hips, and she spread out her pussy for the crowd for one final lustful stare at her pink womanhood. She sank back down and felt the pain radiate through her body. Her breasts swayed like they were soft weights hanging from her chest. She felt herself hyperventilating.

She needed more air. She strained her buttocks. Nothing. She flexed her legs. Nothing. She pulled tightly and fiercely with her arms. Nothing. She hung there, feeling the lack of oxygen already.

So this is it she thought? I’m going to die, naked and crucified before everyone!? She wanted to scream. Or gasp. Or cry out. Or shout. Or cry. But it was all beyond her. She was reducing to a suffering, mewling naked fixture nailed to wood.

She shuddered as every muscle in her tortured body tried to fight the inevitable. She squirmed as she tried with every fiber of her being to rise up for another breathe. But it never came. Her body was defeated. She hung there, pussy on display, breasts swaying, naked and sweating and carnal and humiliated.

She used her last bit of strength to raise up her head, and look on at the crowd that had come, for a third day, to witness her execution. Her killing. Her untimely death.

Her eyes widened in horror. She could not accept it was about to happen. She heard her sister’s yelping as she was brutally fucked and thought why is that annoying bitch here!?

She began to fall unconscious from hypoxia, and died minutes later. Former-Queen Lucie, of Avondaläe, died; naked and nailed to a wooden cross, in front of the entire Kingdom. A man with a huge penis ejaculated inside of her younger sister a few seconds after she perished.
 
Chapter 15 – Marina’s Reckoning

Marina felt the man withdraw his massive, intrusive cock from within her. She groaned. She knew that in a moment she would have to suck his cock clean of her very own juices. How degrading! She braced for another man to enter her as she suckled the man who had just rough-fucked her, but he never came.

Marina tensed up. Not in relief, but fear. What is happening now she wondered? She was grabbed by either hand and pulled up onto her knees, her naked torso perpendicular to the wooden stage. She expected her hands to be bound behind her back, in preparation for more double penetration, but this never happened. Instead, she was whirled around and looked up at her sister’s cross.

Lucie was dead.

Her body hung from the cross limp and still, completely unmoving. Marina stifled a sob as she realized that Lucie had perished. She felt more alone in the world than she ever had before.

She was yanked from the moment over to the wheel that raised and lowered the crosses. “Bring her down.” An executioner ordered.

Marina looked at her dead sister, and back to the naked man giving her an order, and clenched her jaw. “So that you can raise me up?” She said, trying to sound defiant.

“Exactly.” The man responded with a happy levity that completely disturbed Marina.

She blushed and began to sweat. “No.” She said weakly.

“What was that?” The man said with sudden evil intensity. “Want to be tortured another week before you die?”

Marina gulped. “No.” She said apologetically and began to turn the heavy wheel. The guards laughed as she struggled, naked, against the heavy wheel.

It took her nearly ten minutes, but finally, she lowered her dead sister’s cross back down to the stage.

As executioners descended upon Lucie’s naked, lifeless body, to remove the nails, Marina was grabbed by other naked men and walked over towards the cross.

King Niro stood there, naked except for his cross, smiling broadly. The nails were yanked roughly from the wood and from Lucie’s lifeless limbs, and her body was unceremoniously picked up by a strong man and carried off to be burned somewhere.

Men grabbed either of Marina’s wrists. She had been naked for a couple of days now, but suddenly, under their deadly gaze, Marina felt more naked and exposed than ever before.

“No.” She shook her head weakly.

“Yes.” The King smiled and nodded.

Marina was walked over to the cross that her sister had just perished upon. She could still see the sweat damp on the wood from Lucie’s suffering.

“No!” She shook her head emphatically. She blushed with shame. She was being a coward. But she could not do it! She could not be nailed to a cross to die horribly. “No!” She repeated.

The King laughed. “You already made your choice.” He said with deadly finality.

“No! Please!” She screamed as she was laid down on the rough wood and strong, naked men stretched out her limbs.

She felt men grabbing her wrist and ankles in fearsomely strong grasps. She was stretched across the wood of the cross, her bouncing breasts jiggling across her taut chest.

She looked up at the King. “Please, sire! I’ll suck you off every day! For the rest of your life! I will make you feel pleasure!” She begged him.

The King laughed. “Oh…you do suck a cock well. But you have already insisted upon the cross. By the Gods’ Edicts, I must be true to my word.” And with that, he turned away.

Marina gasped. She saw the executioners bring out the nails.

“No! Please!” She begged them. They looked at her with complete apathy.

They set nails over either of her outstretched wrists and in unison, they counted down, “One! Two! Three!” And their hammers came crashing down.

Marina shrieked like a banshee as the iron spikes impaled her tender wrists!

It took these junior executioners another painful half a dozen hammer strikes to fully nail Marina to the cross, for her arms.

As her round chest heaved spasmodically and frantically, they maneuvered her feet, with her right foot on top of the left.

She heard the executioners discussing it. “She’s sexy, alright, but not like her sister. Why not nail her feet together. She’ll die quicker, and it’ll save us a nail?”

She heard the others nod in agreement and tried in vain to brace herself for her foot bones to be shattered.

She screamed as the thick nail impaled her feet! It hurt so incredibly badly!!!

She was screamed and panting like a wounded dog on the horizontal wood of the cross. Naked and nailed, she wanted to die. Desperately. But…she had not yet even been properly crucified.
 
Chapter 16 – Marina’s Final Day

Marina was gasping for air. Not for difficulty for breathing, that would come. But more from pain and panic.

The executioners surrounded the lead executioner. “Who will raise her cross?” They asked. “Shall we have a slave do it?”

The lead executioner shook his head. “No. Why waste a slave? She’d have to be crucified, per the Gods’ Edicts, if she participated in the execution. Might as well raise her yourself.” He bit his lip and laughed. “Just do it really slowly.” He added.

The naked men nodded obediently and went to work the heavy wheel that raised the crosses.

They worked in unison, rotating the circle at an agonizingly slow pace, raising up the cross with Marina nailed to it at an excruciatingly painful rate.

With every degree they raised it, Marina realized that this was the absolute worst way to die. She was already feeling pain radiate throughout her exhausted body. Every single movement hurt terribly.

Marina’s cross was raised up fully with a loud, ominous thud! Marina cried out in pain! She was so scared; if Lucie had lasted three days on the cross, then she might, too. She was not ready for that kind of suffering.

Luckily for Marina, she only lasted another 36 hours. She went through the night, alone and cold and ashamed and afraid, and then when the sun rose up she saw the crowd gather to watch her die.

She heaved with all her might, not caring for the show that her bouncing breasts put on for the crowd as she arched her back and sucked in air, she was simply trying to survive. Against her better will, for she knew it was all in vain.

Finally, about 36 hours after she had been nailed to the cross, Marina felt her body failing. She felt her body stop sweating. She felt nauseous and cloudy and confused. Her vision was blurring. She tried to come up for another breath, but she could not.

Her final thoughts were of her sister, Lucie. Of them playing as children. Of her comforting Lucie as she was tortured. But then, an intrusive thought. Lucie, about to be crucified, scoffing at Marina. “No. I am about to be put to death.” She said, voice dripping with resentment.

Marina felt a pang of hurt. Deep and visceral. Did my sister resent me she wondered? It was her final thought before dying.
 
Chapter 17 – Epilogue

King Niro had Marina’s body taken down once she had died. He felt satisfied that his rule was firmly solidified in the people’s minds. He began taking control of the Kingdom, piece by piece, and he realized very quickly I am way better at this than that chesty cunt Lucie was. I deserve to be King.

Pleasured every night by a half a dozen slave girls, wanting for nothing, it was great to be King. King Niro’s only challenge was how to keep the people happy. He suspected that crucifying naked, beautiful young girls regularly would help with that.

“You will hear no complaints from me on that matter,” He said aloud as a slave girl sucked his cock. He imagined Lucie on the cross, her massive tits heaving back and forth, and he ejaculated in the petite slave girl’s mouth. She swallowed all of his cum like her life depended on it. It did.

He groaned and sat down. He fondled the girl’s breasts. “It….” He sighed. “It is very good to be King.”



THE END.
 
Beautiful story. I particularly liked the sister whispering in her ear and holding her head while the nails went into her.
 
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