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.