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Gods’ Edicts Part V - The Crucifixion of the Queen
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Illara
Governor
Chapter 6 – Double Penetration
The bench was laid down at the front of the stage, so Lucie’s torture could be seen by all. A man with a big penis laid down on the bench, and he stared at Lucie’s heaving chest and his cock grew hard, sticking up from him like a perpendicular flagpole.
Lucie was maneuvered forcefully to where she straddled the man, and her aching vagina was moved to be over the tip of his large penis. She was pushed onto it, and he penetrated her and she moaned sexually. Much louder than she intended. She blushed.
She was pushed over, so that her massive boobs dangled above the man’s muscular pectoral muscles. He reached up his hands and rested them on her ribs, just below her huge tits. At this angle, her ass was ripe for fucking.
She did not see the man who thrust his penis into her ass. But she felt it. And as far as she could tell, he was massively well endowed. She felt sensations like she had never felt before, and cried out like a carnal beast, with a sexual sound that sounded foreign to her own ears. Her mouth was open and her eyes were wide.
As the men began doubly fucking her, her heaving tits bounced like buoys in a tsunami. She cried out with every movement of their members within her. She was completely unmade. Her royal presence, her calculated silences, her poise and grace and cunning; it was all for naught. She was a piece of meat being fucked creatively as a spectacle for the lecherous crowd. Her chest ached from the bouncing of her huge breasts. Her body ached from being roughly penetrated. She had no idea how she was meant to suffer the cross after all of this.
As the men finished within her, two more replaced them within seconds. She barely had time to catch her breath. And the two who had first double fucked her went and had Marina clean off their pulsing, satiated cocks.
Marina was getting extremely upset. This torture was so wrong and egregious! Lucie deserved dignity, not having her ass and pussy fucked before a crowd cheering for her death and suffering!
As soon as the two men’s cocks were cleaned by her damp, supple mouth, Marina shouted to King Niro. “Torture me instead! Spare Queen Lucie!”
Lucie was getting fucked to hard to notice her sister’s plea. But the King heard. He shook his head. No. He gave Marina a look that clearly and silently said “your time will come”.
The bench was laid down at the front of the stage, so Lucie’s torture could be seen by all. A man with a big penis laid down on the bench, and he stared at Lucie’s heaving chest and his cock grew hard, sticking up from him like a perpendicular flagpole.
Lucie was maneuvered forcefully to where she straddled the man, and her aching vagina was moved to be over the tip of his large penis. She was pushed onto it, and he penetrated her and she moaned sexually. Much louder than she intended. She blushed.
She was pushed over, so that her massive boobs dangled above the man’s muscular pectoral muscles. He reached up his hands and rested them on her ribs, just below her huge tits. At this angle, her ass was ripe for fucking.
She did not see the man who thrust his penis into her ass. But she felt it. And as far as she could tell, he was massively well endowed. She felt sensations like she had never felt before, and cried out like a carnal beast, with a sexual sound that sounded foreign to her own ears. Her mouth was open and her eyes were wide.
As the men began doubly fucking her, her heaving tits bounced like buoys in a tsunami. She cried out with every movement of their members within her. She was completely unmade. Her royal presence, her calculated silences, her poise and grace and cunning; it was all for naught. She was a piece of meat being fucked creatively as a spectacle for the lecherous crowd. Her chest ached from the bouncing of her huge breasts. Her body ached from being roughly penetrated. She had no idea how she was meant to suffer the cross after all of this.
As the men finished within her, two more replaced them within seconds. She barely had time to catch her breath. And the two who had first double fucked her went and had Marina clean off their pulsing, satiated cocks.
Marina was getting extremely upset. This torture was so wrong and egregious! Lucie deserved dignity, not having her ass and pussy fucked before a crowd cheering for her death and suffering!
As soon as the two men’s cocks were cleaned by her damp, supple mouth, Marina shouted to King Niro. “Torture me instead! Spare Queen Lucie!”
Lucie was getting fucked to hard to notice her sister’s plea. But the King heard. He shook his head. No. He gave Marina a look that clearly and silently said “your time will come”.
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
Illara
Governor
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Illara
Governor
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Illara
Governor
Chapter 7 – Lucie and the Cross
Lucie was fucked in the ass and the pussy by two dozen men. She hated every second of it. She felt incredibly degraded and ravaged and violated. She was sweating profusely and wanted desperately for her hands to be unbound. Not being able to use her hands was driving her crazy.
But finally, the fucking stopped. She breathed in deep. And then again. And then again. For a moment she felt relief. But then it dawned upon her; I am going to be crucified!!!
Lucie began to hyperventilate as she was pulled away from the bench and walked towards the massive crosses. There were three thick beams of wood on the stage, but only the center one had a crossbeam affixed to it; the same load of wood she had laboriously carried all the way there from the dungeons.
To her surprise, Marina was escorted over to the cross along with her.
Lucie looked down at the cross and gasped. She could not come to grips with the fact that she was about to be affixed to this crude, wooden contraption until death. Her mind reeled and she shuddered as she was made to straddle the wooden center beam. Ropes were tied around her individual, small wrists, and she was laid down against the rough wood of the cross.
The ropes attached to her supple wrists were pulled tight and around the back of the crossbeam, so that Lucie was pulled taut against the ‘t’ shape of the cross. Her massive breasts heaved on her tight chest and her shoulders ached and popped. She gulped, figuring further fucking was about to ensue before she was nailed or raised up.
Marina knelt by her shoulder, and caressed her sweating face. “It is going to be alright, dear sister.” She whispered.
Lucie looked at her sister’s swaying udders and her pale, naked body, and scoffed at her insolence. “No. I am about to be put to death.”
Marina gulped, clearly wounded by Lucie’s harsh words. “I am here with you, Lucie.” Marina said, choking back tears.
Lucie clenched her jaw. She did not give a shit if her sister was there or not. This was about her. She looked up as the lead executioner approached them, his massive cock hardening as he looked upon their trembling, heaving, naked bodies.
“You must suck me off while you are fucked. Only then will we grant you the cross.” He said sternly.
Lucie gulped but then nodded in understanding. She wanted to get this horror over with. Marina shook her head though, defiant. “How dare you torture her!” Marina said with anger. Her mouth was pouting and she looked insistent. Lucie wished that Marina had just kept her stupid mouth shut.
“Every time you speak, condemned girl, I will punish your sister for it.” The lead executioner said sternly.
Marina gulped, realizing that she, and Lucie, were powerless. Lucie had already accepted this and nodded at the lead executioner eagerly. “Bring your cock here, master.” She said breathlessly. She wanted to comply and get this over with.
As the lead executioner stood over Lucie’s sweating face, angling his cock down with his hand so that she could suck it while bound to the cross, another executioner spread Lucie’s legs apart and began to fuck her. Lucie realized how difficult it was going to be to be roughly fucked, strapped to the cross tightly, and suck off this lead executioner. But she would do what she had to do.
She wrapped her sexy lips around the lead executioner’s penis, and sucked hard. She suppressed the moans coming from the sensations of the man fucking her. Marina used her left hand to help hold up Lucie’s head as she sucked dick, and used her right hand to rub Lucie’s chest (above her breasts) in a comforting manner. It did not lessen Lucie’s suffering or embarrassment.
The fucking and dick sucking went on for nearly half an hour. The lead executioner was a professional, and it took a lot of diligent sucking to get him to cum. Neck straining and shaking with exhaustion, Lucie finally got him to ejaculate in her mouth. She swallowed it all and gasped once it was over, as she was still being fucked during it all.
Marina leaned over and sucked the lead executioner’s cock clean. She kept her unbound hands on her sister while she used her supple mouth to clean the man’s penis. Lucie rested her weary head against the wood of the cross while the man fucking her finished up.
Lucie’s chest was already feeling tight and strained from her massive jugs bouncing around atop them. She was dreading her cross being raised up.
The lead executioner, his cock softening after her pleasuring of it, went and grabbed a hammer and a trio of massive, deadly nails. It was time for Lucie’s life to begin ending.
Lucie was fucked in the ass and the pussy by two dozen men. She hated every second of it. She felt incredibly degraded and ravaged and violated. She was sweating profusely and wanted desperately for her hands to be unbound. Not being able to use her hands was driving her crazy.
But finally, the fucking stopped. She breathed in deep. And then again. And then again. For a moment she felt relief. But then it dawned upon her; I am going to be crucified!!!
Lucie began to hyperventilate as she was pulled away from the bench and walked towards the massive crosses. There were three thick beams of wood on the stage, but only the center one had a crossbeam affixed to it; the same load of wood she had laboriously carried all the way there from the dungeons.
To her surprise, Marina was escorted over to the cross along with her.
Lucie looked down at the cross and gasped. She could not come to grips with the fact that she was about to be affixed to this crude, wooden contraption until death. Her mind reeled and she shuddered as she was made to straddle the wooden center beam. Ropes were tied around her individual, small wrists, and she was laid down against the rough wood of the cross.
The ropes attached to her supple wrists were pulled tight and around the back of the crossbeam, so that Lucie was pulled taut against the ‘t’ shape of the cross. Her massive breasts heaved on her tight chest and her shoulders ached and popped. She gulped, figuring further fucking was about to ensue before she was nailed or raised up.
Marina knelt by her shoulder, and caressed her sweating face. “It is going to be alright, dear sister.” She whispered.
Lucie looked at her sister’s swaying udders and her pale, naked body, and scoffed at her insolence. “No. I am about to be put to death.”
Marina gulped, clearly wounded by Lucie’s harsh words. “I am here with you, Lucie.” Marina said, choking back tears.
Lucie clenched her jaw. She did not give a shit if her sister was there or not. This was about her. She looked up as the lead executioner approached them, his massive cock hardening as he looked upon their trembling, heaving, naked bodies.
“You must suck me off while you are fucked. Only then will we grant you the cross.” He said sternly.
Lucie gulped but then nodded in understanding. She wanted to get this horror over with. Marina shook her head though, defiant. “How dare you torture her!” Marina said with anger. Her mouth was pouting and she looked insistent. Lucie wished that Marina had just kept her stupid mouth shut.
“Every time you speak, condemned girl, I will punish your sister for it.” The lead executioner said sternly.
Marina gulped, realizing that she, and Lucie, were powerless. Lucie had already accepted this and nodded at the lead executioner eagerly. “Bring your cock here, master.” She said breathlessly. She wanted to comply and get this over with.
As the lead executioner stood over Lucie’s sweating face, angling his cock down with his hand so that she could suck it while bound to the cross, another executioner spread Lucie’s legs apart and began to fuck her. Lucie realized how difficult it was going to be to be roughly fucked, strapped to the cross tightly, and suck off this lead executioner. But she would do what she had to do.
She wrapped her sexy lips around the lead executioner’s penis, and sucked hard. She suppressed the moans coming from the sensations of the man fucking her. Marina used her left hand to help hold up Lucie’s head as she sucked dick, and used her right hand to rub Lucie’s chest (above her breasts) in a comforting manner. It did not lessen Lucie’s suffering or embarrassment.
The fucking and dick sucking went on for nearly half an hour. The lead executioner was a professional, and it took a lot of diligent sucking to get him to cum. Neck straining and shaking with exhaustion, Lucie finally got him to ejaculate in her mouth. She swallowed it all and gasped once it was over, as she was still being fucked during it all.
Marina leaned over and sucked the lead executioner’s cock clean. She kept her unbound hands on her sister while she used her supple mouth to clean the man’s penis. Lucie rested her weary head against the wood of the cross while the man fucking her finished up.
Lucie’s chest was already feeling tight and strained from her massive jugs bouncing around atop them. She was dreading her cross being raised up.
The lead executioner, his cock softening after her pleasuring of it, went and grabbed a hammer and a trio of massive, deadly nails. It was time for Lucie’s life to begin ending.
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
Illara
Governor
Perfection!!! So arousing!!!
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FELIS RESPICIENS
Stupid real life, it should be banned! Can't your Supreme Court look into making Cruxforums a constitutional right?Hello readers, I apologize for not writing as of late. I have slammed with work and life stuff, but I will return to finish this tale as soon as I am able. Thanks for your patience and hope you all are well
Illara
Governor
Chapter 8 – Lucie is Nailed
Lucie gasped when she saw the spikes that were to be nailed into her wrists and her feet. She was not ready, and could not accept the agony and degradation about to befall her. The lead executioner crouched by her right wrist, and hefted up a massive, deadly nail.
“Ready for the end of your life, my queen?” He added mockingly.
“Please—” Lucie gasped. It was all she could think to say. To beg.
But it was of no avail. He aimed the spike onto her wrist and lifted his hammer. Marina caressed Lucie’s face to comfort her. Lucie was transfixed on the spike about to be driven into her flesh.
The hammer fell.
Lucie shrieked at the top of her lungs as the iron nail impaled her tender wrist. Lucie was skinny, and the lead executioner was a well-versed professional. It only took him three more strikes to fully nail her right wrist to the wood of the cross.
Lucie’s naked, pale was convulsing slightly from the shock of the pain. Her sister’s soft, gentle caressing of her face did absolutely nothing to ease her suffering. The lead executioner saw Lucie’s massive breasts jiggling and he felt his cock hardening again.
I fucking love my job he thought to himself as he stood and walked over to Lucie’s left wrist, tied taut to the crossbeam. As he prepared her second nail, his junior executioners were untying the ropes binding her right wrist; with a massive spike penetrating it, the ropes were superfluous now.
Lucie was babbling incoherently, Marina was whispering something, trying to comfort her. The lead executioner felt his cock throb with exhilaration. He aimed the nail expertly on her wrist (had to make sure to avoid major veins, can’t have the condemned bleed out and not suffer properly on the cross), and then raised him hammer.
Marina grabbed her sister’s neck and chin, not choking, but just holding steady. “It’s about to happen.” She warned her sister.
Lucie gulped and tears streamed down her cheeks.
The hammer fell.
Lucie screamed and Marina brought her own head close to her sisters, trying in vain to comfort her. The hammer fell four more times. The last strike was unnecessary; the lead executioner just liked watching Lucie’s breasts jiggle when he pounded the nail further into her wrist.
With her arms nailed, Lucie was nearly ready to suffer the cross. But her feet remained.
The lead executioner stood and stretched. His massive cock stood erect from him like a flagpole perpendicular to a regal building. As he approached Lucie’s small, petite feet, he felt a moment of sadness that no one else would get to fuck this beauty. She truly was a great specimen, he thought to himself as he nodded at subordinates.
They grabbed her ankles with their strong grasps and moved each ankle to where it flanked the thick wood of the main cross shaft. The new King wanted Lucie’s pussy on full display, so the lead executioner was ordered to nail each ankle individually to the sides of the main cross shaft, so that her legs were parallel and her womanhood unobscured from the lustful view of the crowd.
With her legs placed appropriately, the lead executioner began aiming the nails he was about to hammer through her limbs. Again, placement was crucial. His goal was to cause Lucie maximum pain, suffering, and degradation, but not to puncture anything that might expedite her death. In between executions, he studied anatomy with the Healers of the realm, and he took his job very, very seriously. He knew exactly where to place her nails so that he could go through bone and cause horrific, agonizing pain, but not shred veins and thereby cause unnecessary bleeding.
No, he thought as he set the nail on her ankle, she will suffer appropriately. She will last a long, long time on this cross.
He slammed his hammer against the head of the nail poised against her frail ankle. He felt the bone shatter as the nail went through. Lucie screamed and bucked wildly. It was of no avail, the men holding her were far stronger.
Since he was going through bone, it took him half a dozen hammer strikes on each of her ankles. But within seconds, Lucie was nailed completely to the cross.
Lucie was trembling, her entire body sweating, her massive chest heaving, her head rocking back and forth in agony and denial of what was happening. Marina was withdrawing, clearly shocked by seeing her sister racked by so much pain and horror.
The lead executioner felt a sudden inspiration strike him, as if from the gods themselves. He straddled Lucie’s shaking body, and began to stroke his massive cock. He looked her right in the eyes as he felt himself working up towards cumming.
“I’m going to give you your final gift before you begin your journey to death.” He said as his upper lip snarled and he stroked his cock more and more vigorously.
Lucie was trembling and shaking, in the most pain she had ever been in. Yet.
After a few satisfyingly degrading moments, he erupted cum all over her ample chest.
“You are welcome, your highness.” The lead executioner said with a chuckle. He turned to his men, and nodded decisively. “Have the sister raise up the cross!”
His men nodded obediently. Not a one among them had a flaccid penis.
Lucie gasped when she saw the spikes that were to be nailed into her wrists and her feet. She was not ready, and could not accept the agony and degradation about to befall her. The lead executioner crouched by her right wrist, and hefted up a massive, deadly nail.
“Ready for the end of your life, my queen?” He added mockingly.
“Please—” Lucie gasped. It was all she could think to say. To beg.
But it was of no avail. He aimed the spike onto her wrist and lifted his hammer. Marina caressed Lucie’s face to comfort her. Lucie was transfixed on the spike about to be driven into her flesh.
The hammer fell.
Lucie shrieked at the top of her lungs as the iron nail impaled her tender wrist. Lucie was skinny, and the lead executioner was a well-versed professional. It only took him three more strikes to fully nail her right wrist to the wood of the cross.
Lucie’s naked, pale was convulsing slightly from the shock of the pain. Her sister’s soft, gentle caressing of her face did absolutely nothing to ease her suffering. The lead executioner saw Lucie’s massive breasts jiggling and he felt his cock hardening again.
I fucking love my job he thought to himself as he stood and walked over to Lucie’s left wrist, tied taut to the crossbeam. As he prepared her second nail, his junior executioners were untying the ropes binding her right wrist; with a massive spike penetrating it, the ropes were superfluous now.
Lucie was babbling incoherently, Marina was whispering something, trying to comfort her. The lead executioner felt his cock throb with exhilaration. He aimed the nail expertly on her wrist (had to make sure to avoid major veins, can’t have the condemned bleed out and not suffer properly on the cross), and then raised him hammer.
Marina grabbed her sister’s neck and chin, not choking, but just holding steady. “It’s about to happen.” She warned her sister.
Lucie gulped and tears streamed down her cheeks.
The hammer fell.
Lucie screamed and Marina brought her own head close to her sisters, trying in vain to comfort her. The hammer fell four more times. The last strike was unnecessary; the lead executioner just liked watching Lucie’s breasts jiggle when he pounded the nail further into her wrist.
With her arms nailed, Lucie was nearly ready to suffer the cross. But her feet remained.
The lead executioner stood and stretched. His massive cock stood erect from him like a flagpole perpendicular to a regal building. As he approached Lucie’s small, petite feet, he felt a moment of sadness that no one else would get to fuck this beauty. She truly was a great specimen, he thought to himself as he nodded at subordinates.
They grabbed her ankles with their strong grasps and moved each ankle to where it flanked the thick wood of the main cross shaft. The new King wanted Lucie’s pussy on full display, so the lead executioner was ordered to nail each ankle individually to the sides of the main cross shaft, so that her legs were parallel and her womanhood unobscured from the lustful view of the crowd.
With her legs placed appropriately, the lead executioner began aiming the nails he was about to hammer through her limbs. Again, placement was crucial. His goal was to cause Lucie maximum pain, suffering, and degradation, but not to puncture anything that might expedite her death. In between executions, he studied anatomy with the Healers of the realm, and he took his job very, very seriously. He knew exactly where to place her nails so that he could go through bone and cause horrific, agonizing pain, but not shred veins and thereby cause unnecessary bleeding.
No, he thought as he set the nail on her ankle, she will suffer appropriately. She will last a long, long time on this cross.
He slammed his hammer against the head of the nail poised against her frail ankle. He felt the bone shatter as the nail went through. Lucie screamed and bucked wildly. It was of no avail, the men holding her were far stronger.
Since he was going through bone, it took him half a dozen hammer strikes on each of her ankles. But within seconds, Lucie was nailed completely to the cross.
Lucie was trembling, her entire body sweating, her massive chest heaving, her head rocking back and forth in agony and denial of what was happening. Marina was withdrawing, clearly shocked by seeing her sister racked by so much pain and horror.
The lead executioner felt a sudden inspiration strike him, as if from the gods themselves. He straddled Lucie’s shaking body, and began to stroke his massive cock. He looked her right in the eyes as he felt himself working up towards cumming.
“I’m going to give you your final gift before you begin your journey to death.” He said as his upper lip snarled and he stroked his cock more and more vigorously.
Lucie was trembling and shaking, in the most pain she had ever been in. Yet.
After a few satisfyingly degrading moments, he erupted cum all over her ample chest.
“You are welcome, your highness.” The lead executioner said with a chuckle. He turned to his men, and nodded decisively. “Have the sister raise up the cross!”
His men nodded obediently. Not a one among them had a flaccid penis.
Whenever you feel it right to do so, Illara!
Illara
Governor
Later tonight I suppose. Lucie has to be crucified eventually, right!? *gasps in sensual pleasure and ecstasy*Whenever you feel it right to do so, Illara!
Illara
Governor
Chapter 9 – Lucie is Crucified
Marina was grabbed up and pulled away from her naked, nailed sister. Marina cried out Lucie’s name, a plethora of emotions dripping from the simple call. She knew what was about to happen.
As Marina’s breasts jiggled and clashed together as she struggled against the executioners, Lucie’s massive, well-endowed chest rose and fell in frantic, pained breathes. These were her final moments before crucifixion. Already nailed, she was in immense pain.
Marina was thrown against the large, wooden wheel that raised the cross. It’s wooden spoked jutted out at regular intervals, and Marina gripped onto one instinctively and rested her weary body against its smoothed wood. She had been through a lot already, but nearly a fraction of what her sister Lucie had endured. Nor, what Lucie was about to endure.
Marina realized she was about to be made to raise up her own sister’s cross and the thought of such a horrific thing snapped within her mind. She whirled about, her bare breasts bouncing, her naked body on full display, and she snarled at the executioners and shouted “I won’t!”
They laughed and grabbed her by her ample breasts and her soft ass cheeks. “You will!” They insisted. “Or we will make your sister suffer further!”
Marina gulped and felt the men’s aggressive grips on her private parts, and looked at her already brutalized sister, and made her decision to comply. It was not without reticence, and great despair and sadness.
Marina turned and gripped the spoke of the massive, heavy wheel. She was about to lean into it, when she felt a firm hand on her bare-naked shoulder. “No.” A man’s voice said. She was perplexed. Then he aggressively inserted his massive penis into her from behind and she gasped loudly and knew what he meant.
She would have to raise Lucie’s crossed while she was fucked!
She doubled over onto the spoke of the wheel as the man jammed his massive manhood into her tight pussy. He gripped her tender hips violently and thrust into her vigorously, she moaned and gasped loudly and sensually as she leaned her petite body weight against the wheel and tried desperately to turn it.
Obviously, she did not want to contribute to crucifying her sister, Lucie. But alternately, she knew that if she obstructed her sister’s execution, that Lucie would only suffer more. So she painstakingly turned the heavy wheel, even while she was brutally fucked from behind.
Four men got to cum inside of Marina while she raised the cross. It took her that long to complete the task, for her body was frail and petite.
As the cross was raised slowly, Lucie’s pain increased majestically with every degree that the cross was raised. The pull of her breasts on her tight chest became stronger. The pain radiating from the nails impaling her limbs grew in intensity. The difficulty to breathe without subjecting her body to horrific, all-encompassing pain grew in immensity.
Lucie was beside herself. All modicum of dignity and silence and stoicism that she wanted to maintain was gone. Lucie was dying and she was in so much pain! She cried out like a beast, not caring about how her naked, fully exposed body was writhing on the cross. Her mouth was agape with pain. Her body was constantly moving, trying in vain to find a position that did not hurt her extremely. But no such position exists when nailed to the cross.
With a loud, jarring thud, Lucie’s cross finally came to rest in its upright position.
Lucie moaned so loudly she thought for a moment that the cross was somehow fucking her. It was simply a manifestation of the horrific pain encompassing her entire body. Her massive breasts were a weight on her entire upper body, gravity was exacting a cruel toll on her.
She realized how laborious it was going to be to breathe when nailed to the cross like this. This preview into the terrifying, horrible rest of her life, left her breathless and shaking and full of despair and fear.
Marina looked up at her crucified sister and her heart broke. Lucie looked so degraded and violated. Limbs outstretched and nailed, naked, on display, breasts heaving, mouth agape in pain. Marina wept as she looked upon her crucified sister. But the guards laughed.
Not only were they aroused at Lucie’s suffering, but they were eager for Marina’s torture to begin…
Marina was grabbed up and pulled away from her naked, nailed sister. Marina cried out Lucie’s name, a plethora of emotions dripping from the simple call. She knew what was about to happen.
As Marina’s breasts jiggled and clashed together as she struggled against the executioners, Lucie’s massive, well-endowed chest rose and fell in frantic, pained breathes. These were her final moments before crucifixion. Already nailed, she was in immense pain.
Marina was thrown against the large, wooden wheel that raised the cross. It’s wooden spoked jutted out at regular intervals, and Marina gripped onto one instinctively and rested her weary body against its smoothed wood. She had been through a lot already, but nearly a fraction of what her sister Lucie had endured. Nor, what Lucie was about to endure.
Marina realized she was about to be made to raise up her own sister’s cross and the thought of such a horrific thing snapped within her mind. She whirled about, her bare breasts bouncing, her naked body on full display, and she snarled at the executioners and shouted “I won’t!”
They laughed and grabbed her by her ample breasts and her soft ass cheeks. “You will!” They insisted. “Or we will make your sister suffer further!”
Marina gulped and felt the men’s aggressive grips on her private parts, and looked at her already brutalized sister, and made her decision to comply. It was not without reticence, and great despair and sadness.
Marina turned and gripped the spoke of the massive, heavy wheel. She was about to lean into it, when she felt a firm hand on her bare-naked shoulder. “No.” A man’s voice said. She was perplexed. Then he aggressively inserted his massive penis into her from behind and she gasped loudly and knew what he meant.
She would have to raise Lucie’s crossed while she was fucked!
She doubled over onto the spoke of the wheel as the man jammed his massive manhood into her tight pussy. He gripped her tender hips violently and thrust into her vigorously, she moaned and gasped loudly and sensually as she leaned her petite body weight against the wheel and tried desperately to turn it.
Obviously, she did not want to contribute to crucifying her sister, Lucie. But alternately, she knew that if she obstructed her sister’s execution, that Lucie would only suffer more. So she painstakingly turned the heavy wheel, even while she was brutally fucked from behind.
Four men got to cum inside of Marina while she raised the cross. It took her that long to complete the task, for her body was frail and petite.
As the cross was raised slowly, Lucie’s pain increased majestically with every degree that the cross was raised. The pull of her breasts on her tight chest became stronger. The pain radiating from the nails impaling her limbs grew in intensity. The difficulty to breathe without subjecting her body to horrific, all-encompassing pain grew in immensity.
Lucie was beside herself. All modicum of dignity and silence and stoicism that she wanted to maintain was gone. Lucie was dying and she was in so much pain! She cried out like a beast, not caring about how her naked, fully exposed body was writhing on the cross. Her mouth was agape with pain. Her body was constantly moving, trying in vain to find a position that did not hurt her extremely. But no such position exists when nailed to the cross.
With a loud, jarring thud, Lucie’s cross finally came to rest in its upright position.
Lucie moaned so loudly she thought for a moment that the cross was somehow fucking her. It was simply a manifestation of the horrific pain encompassing her entire body. Her massive breasts were a weight on her entire upper body, gravity was exacting a cruel toll on her.
She realized how laborious it was going to be to breathe when nailed to the cross like this. This preview into the terrifying, horrible rest of her life, left her breathless and shaking and full of despair and fear.
Marina looked up at her crucified sister and her heart broke. Lucie looked so degraded and violated. Limbs outstretched and nailed, naked, on display, breasts heaving, mouth agape in pain. Marina wept as she looked upon her crucified sister. But the guards laughed.
Not only were they aroused at Lucie’s suffering, but they were eager for Marina’s torture to begin…
Illara
Governor
Chapter 10 – The Long Crucifixion
The crucifixion of Lucie the deposed queen of the realm was legendary! Her skinny, petite body with massive, round, enormous breasts clung onto life desperately like few did. She endured the cross, for a long, long time.
For the remainder of her initial day of execution, once Lucie was crucified, her sister Marina was subjected to some torture. After raising her sister’s cross (while being fucked, as per tradition), Marina was made to get on her hands and knees and face the crowd. Her supple breasts swayed as she looked out on the enormous crowd, their eyes oscillating between her naked, vulnerable body and her sister’s naked, crucified writhing.
She hated them in that moment. Every single one of the people of this wretched realm. How dare they leer at her! How dare they lust after her perfect sister Lucie, as she suffers on the cross! Her angry musings were quickly halted as King Niro approached behind her and grabbed her naked hips with his strong hands.
She knew that she was about to lose her virginity. Hours before, she had watched it be forcibly taken from Lucie. She knew she was about to lose all dignity and humanity; to become a carnal fuck toy for the new King to humiliate and abuse before the crowd.
But she steeled her resolve. She clenched her jaw. She had chosen this. She would follow her sacred sister Lucie anywhere, even unto the gates of death. And even into the underworld of horrid sexual humiliation and torture.
She felt the tip of the King’s massive cock against her tight vagina. She began to tremble in fear. What is this going to feel like she wondered? How embarrassing will it be to lose my virtue in front of this crowd of…everyone!?
Her eyes widened as she realized that there was no way out of this. The King thrust himself deep within her, and she exhaled so loudly that everyone in the crowd heard her. The King began to fuck her vigorously. Her breasts clapped together with every thrust and she moaned and was breathless and overridden by the deep fucking.
Up on the cross, Lucie did not spare a thought about her younger sister’s virginity being taken. She was far too preoccupied with her own suffering. Every. Single. Movement. Hurt. Immensely.
Every miniscule movement of any muscle caused pain to shoot through Lucie’s body. And she had to subject herself to much suffering just to exert her buttocks and legs and weary arms to come up for a breath of pained air. She alternated between this horrific pattern; hang on the cross limply while her weight was entirely on her impaled limbs, and then exert her entire body to magnify the pain so she could come up to breathe.
It was not even her choice. It was pure, animalistic instinct. If she had a choice, she would perish right then and there. But, no. Her primitive mind compelled her to fight. To writhe. To strive. To suffer. Despite her wishes to die, she continually hung in pain, and then, when her oxygen was running low, she pushed herself up for a breath. This required arching her back, and sticking out her massive tits. It hurt her poor, brutalized wrists and ankles to do it. It hurt them so much. But she had to breath. She could not overcome her primal instinct to survive, even though it was causing her the worst torture that she had ever endured.
The lead executioner’s cum was dripping down her chest slowly and steadily. She was writhing and squirming and sweating so much that she figured that by the time she perished, the cum would have mostly run off of her chest.
One of her wide, pink nipples was adorned with the thick, gooey cum. She felt it oozing over her soft, supple, sensitive skin and wished that it were not there. She wished that her pussy was not wide open for everyone to stare at. She wished to be clothed. And more than anything else, she wished that she was not in such terrible, horrible agony, dying slowly and gratuitously for the crowd of her former subjects.
Lucie cried out incoherently, unable to articulate words, but it was a cry of pain, and a shout begging for mercy. She would receive none.
Back on the stage, as Lucie suffered, Marina felt the King buck and tense up and ejaculate deep within her. She gasped. He withdrew his massive penis from within her and she moaned at the sudden change in sensation.
Before she could catch her breath, a new man entered her, and she began another cycle of rough fucking.
This would go on the rest of the day. Until nightfall, Marina was fucked from behind by the men with the biggest cocks, and Lucie struggled on the cross and suffered horribly.
Unfortunately for Lucie and Marina, their story was far from over…
The crucifixion of Lucie the deposed queen of the realm was legendary! Her skinny, petite body with massive, round, enormous breasts clung onto life desperately like few did. She endured the cross, for a long, long time.
For the remainder of her initial day of execution, once Lucie was crucified, her sister Marina was subjected to some torture. After raising her sister’s cross (while being fucked, as per tradition), Marina was made to get on her hands and knees and face the crowd. Her supple breasts swayed as she looked out on the enormous crowd, their eyes oscillating between her naked, vulnerable body and her sister’s naked, crucified writhing.
She hated them in that moment. Every single one of the people of this wretched realm. How dare they leer at her! How dare they lust after her perfect sister Lucie, as she suffers on the cross! Her angry musings were quickly halted as King Niro approached behind her and grabbed her naked hips with his strong hands.
She knew that she was about to lose her virginity. Hours before, she had watched it be forcibly taken from Lucie. She knew she was about to lose all dignity and humanity; to become a carnal fuck toy for the new King to humiliate and abuse before the crowd.
But she steeled her resolve. She clenched her jaw. She had chosen this. She would follow her sacred sister Lucie anywhere, even unto the gates of death. And even into the underworld of horrid sexual humiliation and torture.
She felt the tip of the King’s massive cock against her tight vagina. She began to tremble in fear. What is this going to feel like she wondered? How embarrassing will it be to lose my virtue in front of this crowd of…everyone!?
Her eyes widened as she realized that there was no way out of this. The King thrust himself deep within her, and she exhaled so loudly that everyone in the crowd heard her. The King began to fuck her vigorously. Her breasts clapped together with every thrust and she moaned and was breathless and overridden by the deep fucking.
Up on the cross, Lucie did not spare a thought about her younger sister’s virginity being taken. She was far too preoccupied with her own suffering. Every. Single. Movement. Hurt. Immensely.
Every miniscule movement of any muscle caused pain to shoot through Lucie’s body. And she had to subject herself to much suffering just to exert her buttocks and legs and weary arms to come up for a breath of pained air. She alternated between this horrific pattern; hang on the cross limply while her weight was entirely on her impaled limbs, and then exert her entire body to magnify the pain so she could come up to breathe.
It was not even her choice. It was pure, animalistic instinct. If she had a choice, she would perish right then and there. But, no. Her primitive mind compelled her to fight. To writhe. To strive. To suffer. Despite her wishes to die, she continually hung in pain, and then, when her oxygen was running low, she pushed herself up for a breath. This required arching her back, and sticking out her massive tits. It hurt her poor, brutalized wrists and ankles to do it. It hurt them so much. But she had to breath. She could not overcome her primal instinct to survive, even though it was causing her the worst torture that she had ever endured.
The lead executioner’s cum was dripping down her chest slowly and steadily. She was writhing and squirming and sweating so much that she figured that by the time she perished, the cum would have mostly run off of her chest.
One of her wide, pink nipples was adorned with the thick, gooey cum. She felt it oozing over her soft, supple, sensitive skin and wished that it were not there. She wished that her pussy was not wide open for everyone to stare at. She wished to be clothed. And more than anything else, she wished that she was not in such terrible, horrible agony, dying slowly and gratuitously for the crowd of her former subjects.
Lucie cried out incoherently, unable to articulate words, but it was a cry of pain, and a shout begging for mercy. She would receive none.
Back on the stage, as Lucie suffered, Marina felt the King buck and tense up and ejaculate deep within her. She gasped. He withdrew his massive penis from within her and she moaned at the sudden change in sensation.
Before she could catch her breath, a new man entered her, and she began another cycle of rough fucking.
This would go on the rest of the day. Until nightfall, Marina was fucked from behind by the men with the biggest cocks, and Lucie struggled on the cross and suffered horribly.
Unfortunately for Lucie and Marina, their story was far from over…
Illara
Governor
Chapter 11 – The First Night
When night began to fall, the King stood to address the crowd. “Blessed are you who have come to witness justice! Blessed are you who have come to condemn sinners! Blessed are you who are loyal to your true King!!!”
The crowd roared in approval in the evening twilight.
A herald of the King stepped forward and a small trumpet was blown. Lucie was still squirming in pain on the cross, and a sweaty, brutalized Marina was still on her hands and knees, breasts swaying like a cow’s udders. “Further ritual and ceremony shall be conducted on the ‘morrow! Until the sun rises, may your night be blessed in accordance with Gods’ Edicts!”
And with that, the King departed, and the crowd slowly dissipated. Lucie was left up on the cross, alone in the night. Marina was scooped up in the arms of strong executioners and turned around, so that she could watch her sister Lucie suffer on the cross. Marina was placed on her knees, hands bound tightly behind her back, and a collar was placed around her neck, and it was pulled behind her and affixed to the stage, so that she was in a kneeling position looking upon her sister on the cross.
The two of them were left like this all night, under watch of a dozen guards, of course.
Marina felt deep, visceral horror at watching her sister suffer naked upon the cross. Lucie felt every ounce of agony, every moment of sheer pain, every terrible thought of wishing it were all not so.
Lucie was in immense and incredible suffering.
The entire night, she writhed on the cross, and Marina watched, breathless and grieved.
When night began to fall, the King stood to address the crowd. “Blessed are you who have come to witness justice! Blessed are you who have come to condemn sinners! Blessed are you who are loyal to your true King!!!”
The crowd roared in approval in the evening twilight.
A herald of the King stepped forward and a small trumpet was blown. Lucie was still squirming in pain on the cross, and a sweaty, brutalized Marina was still on her hands and knees, breasts swaying like a cow’s udders. “Further ritual and ceremony shall be conducted on the ‘morrow! Until the sun rises, may your night be blessed in accordance with Gods’ Edicts!”
And with that, the King departed, and the crowd slowly dissipated. Lucie was left up on the cross, alone in the night. Marina was scooped up in the arms of strong executioners and turned around, so that she could watch her sister Lucie suffer on the cross. Marina was placed on her knees, hands bound tightly behind her back, and a collar was placed around her neck, and it was pulled behind her and affixed to the stage, so that she was in a kneeling position looking upon her sister on the cross.
The two of them were left like this all night, under watch of a dozen guards, of course.
Marina felt deep, visceral horror at watching her sister suffer naked upon the cross. Lucie felt every ounce of agony, every moment of sheer pain, every terrible thought of wishing it were all not so.
Lucie was in immense and incredible suffering.
The entire night, she writhed on the cross, and Marina watched, breathless and grieved.