Illara
Governor
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…
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…