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Gods' Edicts Part VI - The Game of Crosses

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Slave girl Polina, a lean girl of 18 years old, stripped naked and taking part in a brutal execution, was shoved against the large wheel that manipulated the mechanism that rose the crosses. Hayuna, Apolonia, and Lexxie had been properly nailed and were squirming in pain on their crosses. Polina’s wrists were unbound so that she could grip the wheel.

As Polina gripped one of the wheel’s large spokes, another large spoke entered into her; one of the executioners began fucking her from behind. She gasped and undulated at the sudden and unexpected penetration. Her breasts began bouncing on her lean chest with every thrust of the lustful man launching into her.

As Polina was fucked, hard, she began to comply with her order and leaned her petite body weight against the wheel that rose the crosses. With each gasp and moan from Polina, the crosses inched towards their full, upright positions.

Hayuna and Apolonia and Lexxie were suffering immensely. As the crosses went up, their ability to breathe normally decreased drastically. And they felt it. Straining against the cruel nails in their wrists and ankles, they squirmed and suffered on the wood of the cross, dreading when it finally reached its apex.

The man fucking Polina finished within her loins, and walked over to Reya, to have her suck his dick clean. Another man took his place and began roughly fucking Polina. The crosses were nearly raised…
 
The crosses thudded into place!!!

Hayuna yelped and squirmed in vain against the cross, her breasts bouncing and her tight, sexy body putting on a great show for everyone.

Apolonia gasped and renewed her dance of the crucified. She flexed her lean muscles and came up to breathe, instinctively, but it came at the price of brutal pain. She felt her eyes tear up. She wanted desperately to die and be rid of the awful pain.

Lexxie thrashed against her cross. She had never felt such horrible pain. As her exposed breasts put on a show for the crowd, she suffered immensely and shuddered as she contemplated her impending death. She beseeched the Gods! All of them! Why is this happening she asked desperately!

With the final three girls of the “game” crucified, there was no longer a need for Polina and Reya. Polina was pulled from the wheel and had her hands rebound behind her back. She was escorted off stage. Reya was also similarly unbound at the neck and then escorted away.

Now the stage was bare. Only the three crucified women remained, entertaining the crowd with their naked bodies suffering unspeakable pain…
 
The Lead Executioner walked over to the King. His large manhood dangled between his legs. He bowed. “Your Highness, the last of the condemned are crucified, and I have made arrangements for whomever of them is the last survivor. I thank you for this wonderful ceremony, and ask humbly that you allow me and the majority of my men to retire for the day.”

King Niro nodded kindly. “You have done impeccably well, sir, as usual. Please retire with my blessings and thanks. You are a loyal servant to this Kingdom, and your diligent work is appreciated.”

The Lead Executioner nodded and smiled at the genuine words of praise. He stood and left the stage.

The King, however, was still entranced by the crucifixions. It was He who had ordered High Priestess Kagney and her aides crucified, after all. Now Kagney was dead, and her two sexy priestesses were naked and grinding against their crosses. King Niro looked up at them and felt the tantalizing feeling of power course through him. He was King now. He was, in essence, one of the Gods.

His Will was law. His whim was manifest. He was…all powerful…
 
Lexxie was struggling on her cross. Her big breasts were weighing her down, and her lean body was not up to suffering so much torment and agony.

She felt her vision begin to blur…

Next to her, Apolonia sank down after another painful rise up for air. Her lean body was drenched in sweat and she was twitching and spasming slightly, to the crowd’s delight. A bead of sweat dripped into her eye and she blinked in discomfort as it stung her.

On the far left, Hayuna was arching her back and putting her supple breasts on full display. She was having an immensely hard time breathing and was painfully straining against her nails in a cruel and horrific dance. She could not fathom how her pained, awful writhing on the cross was eliciting a happy and excited reaction from the crowd.

The crosses were adorned with sexy, dying women. The crowd was ecstatic. It was a great day to be a citizen of the Kingdom.
 
Hours went by. Sundown was nearing. Bets had been placed and it was nearly an even split between Hayuna and Lexxie. Nearly everyone anticipated them dying before the lean slave Apolonia. But the order of their death was hotly debated and unknown, and the crowd was in fervent and happy debate over it.

On the crosses, the debate was much simpler. Both former-priestesses wanted to die, that their pain might end. Lexxie held true to the notion that once she perished, she would be brought to the paradise her Gods promised. Hayuna had abandoned that hope when she was nailed to the cross.

As the girls writhed painfully and did their excruciating “dance of the crucified”, King Niro began to masturbate as he watched them.

He fixated particularly on Apolonia, the slave, for her lean, naked body was putting on an exquisite show.

She looked down at the King’s massive penis as he jerked it, surveying her tortured body. She wondered with a gasp how people could be so cruel.

As King Niro ejaculated powerfully onto the wood of the stage, Lexxie’s body was nearly bereft of strength…
 
Lexxie was praying deliriously to her Gods. The pain was so overpowering, and her body was failing her.

Apolonia was too enraptured in her own suffering to notice Lexxie’s death spiral. Her emotional torment was (almost) as palpable as her physical torture.

Hayuna was writhing painfully against her cross. She as eager for night to fall, thus that her nakedness might be lessened in some way. She was unaware that the executioners would light torches and ensure that her suffering was properly illuminated for all.

Lexxie pushed against her nails, painfully, to get some air, but her body resisted. It was spent. She began thrashing side to side, desperately.

Her mind was racing with delirium. She did not want to die…
 
Lexxie thrashed for a few minutes on the cross before she died.

Hayuna and Apolonia were too enraptured by their own brutal suffering to even notice.

As Lexxie’s sexy, curvy body went still, the crowd roared in entertainment! Many had lost coin, others had won it! It was a momentous death, in their eyes!

Hayuna struggled against her nails. Shamefully, her breasts bounced with every movement of her stretched out body, and her naked pussy was on full display. She felt shame and degradation like never before.


With two lean, sexy girls gyrating in pain on the crosses, the King took his leave. He cared not whether the slave Apolonia or the former-priestess Hayuna survived and “won” the game. He had pleasure-slaves awaiting him, as well as a bottle of wine and a comfortable bed.

The crowd cheered as the King departed. They were staying to watch the crucifixion.

Hayuna and Apolonia both blushed and squirmed at having so many eyes roaming over their naked bodies…
 
The night began. As the sun sank down beneath the horizon, torches were lit, and Hayuna and Apolonia’s naked bodies remained on full display.

As they writhed and suffered against the crosses, the crowd reveled and partied. It was a fantastic night…for everyone except Hayuna and Apolonia.

As the night wore on, slave girl Apolonia felt her body begin to resist her mind’s commands. It was struggling to come up for air. She jiggled nervously and wondered if her suffering was coming to an end?

Next to her, Hayuna was gasping for a pained breath as she arched her back and rose up for air.

The crowd was loving the two naked girls’ struggles to breath. It was a titillating show for sure…
 
Apolonia felt her body weakening. She knew that she was nearing death. Each time that she pushed herself up for air, it was becoming even more and more difficult.

Hayuna was also struggling. Every time she flexed against her horrid impaling nails and came up for air, she felt her muscles weakening. She surmised that death was soon coming for her.

The crowd was divided. Many bet on Apolonia. Many bet on Hayuna. None knew who would die first and who would survive and “win” the Game of Crosses…
 
A couple of hours after midnight, the crowd was watching eagerly as Hayuna and Apolonia were both showing signs of being near death.

Their bodies were jerking spastically against the crosses, their breathing labored and irregular. Those who had witnessed many crucifixions before knew the signs; these girls were on death’s door.

But the question was who would die first? Much coin was riding on this for many of the onlookers. It was an amazing show, for both seemed to be locked in a headlong race for death, and the closeness of their “competition” was enthralling for the crowd.

Hayuna, after struggling pathetically for a couple of minutes, finally managed to writhe her muscles into a tensed, flexed position, thus that her naked body was erect and able to breathe for a precious, excruciating moment. She sank back down after gulping in the air. Her breasts wiggled on her chest. She had stopped sweating, which confused her. Her vision was blurring and her whole body hurt…

Apolonia was squirming to come up for air. She was in desperate need of it. She had no idea that her own bodily fluids had been slowly filling her brutalized lungs and that she would soon suffocate from it. She was growing panicked and delirious from the horrific pain. She thrashed against her impaling nails desperately as she worked to gain some precious, precious air…
 
Hayuna felt a horrible tightness in her chest. It radiated sharp pain throughout her whole tortured body. She gasped, thinking her dying moments had arrived. But as the seconds wore on, and the pain multiplied, her brutalized mind fell back onto instinct and she hurt herself further by grinding against the cross and laboring to come up for more air.

Apolonia felt a pained dizziness come over her. She squirmed a bit but then she realized that she needed air. Her survival instinct kicked in and she strained painfully against the nails piercing her. It was of no avail. Her body was not responding. Her muscles, brutalized and exhausted, were finished.

Apolonia’s perky little chest heaved in her final moments. Her hips gyrated slightly as she tried to work her exhausted body in vain. The crowd was watching her and Hayuna keenly, salivating like predators.

Hayuna struggled to come up for air again. Apolonia’s head sank down and rested against her chest, which had ceased to rise and fall. She was dead.

The crowd erupted into fervent surprise as it became apparent that Apolonia was dead and Hayuna was the “winner” of the game.

Hayuna blushed, in shame and degradation and horrific pain, as the crowd applauded and chanted her name…
 
The remaining executioners on duty worked quickly once Apolonia died. They went and lowered and crosses and brought them down swiftly.

Hayuna was barely alive, and they worried that while they brought her to see the King, she might perish from the excessive torture.

But they tended to her first, removing the nails from her wrists and ankles, and then picking her up roughly and escorting her off of the stage, naked and trembling. There was no need to bind her hands; she was far too weak to resist anything in any way.

The bodies of the other two women were removed and the crosses were now bare. The ritual was finished.

The crowd was ecstatic. That had been one of the most satisfying and sexual mass crucifixions that they had ever witnessed. Petty bards were even then beginning to write songs about it.

Hayuna was unable to walk, her muscles were so brutally tortured. The executioners carried her body with them as they escorted her, naked, back towards the castle.

Hayuna felt some relief at no longer being on the cross, but she felt in her heart that something bad was nonetheless awaiting her…
 
Polina and Reya, the slave girls who had sucked hundreds of cocks clean during the massive execution, were brought to a small courtyard in the palace. They gasped as they saw that three smaller crosses had been laid there, unadorned and waiting to kill.

Both slave girls were placed roughly on their hands and knees. Executioners and guards took turns fucking them. Both girls exclaimed and squirmed against the rough fucking. Their breasts clapped together as they were fucked, and they moaned and writhed against their tormentors.

After about two hours of fucking, the faintest hints of sunrise danced on the horizon. Polina and Reya were lifted up and carried towards the crosses.

After the horrors they had witnessed over the last few days, they resisted. Their petite, naked bodies thrashed violently against their executioners as they shook their heads and begged for mercy. The executioners ignored them.

Both were placed on crosses, on the left and right ones, leaving the center cross bare, and their limbs were held down forcefully while nails and a hammer were brought out.

“Why!? Why do this to us!?” Polina asked in desperate exasperation. The executioners ignored her.

Reya was nailed first. She screamed at every hammer strike. Her big breasts undulated on her chest gratuitously for the executioners.

Once Reya was nailed properly and the executioners were moving to nail Polina, one man stayed behind. His eyes were fixated on Reya’s plump breasts. He began thrusting his erect penis between her tits, holding them together with his hands. With her wrists and ankles nailed to the cross, Reya could only squirm as moan as he fucked her tits.

Polina gasped as the nails were placed over her tender wrists. She blushed and her sexy chest began to rise and fall as she hyperventilated…
 
As Polina was brutally nailed, Reya had a pulsating penis grinding between her tits. The executioners made quick work of affixing both girls to their implements of torturous death.

The man tit-fucking Reya tensed up and groaned as he ejaculated powerfully onto Reya’s naked chest and face. She squirmed in disgust but had little room to resist since she was nailed to the cross.

Polina was also horribly nailed. She writhed against the brutal wood of the cross and gasped out in pain and confusion.

Both girls made eye contact. Their gazes conveyed so much; the solidarity of both being slaves, the unity of both being women ravaged by lustful men, the indignity of being unfairly brutalized and tortured. But above all, their gaze communicated one thing:

The center cross must be meant for someone else…
 
Hayuna was dragged unceremoniously through the castle corridors and brought to a finely-crafted double door guarded by four armored guards.

Her brutalized mind raced at trying to understand the implications of all of this. But it was all happening too quickly.

She was brought inside and into a lavish and fancy bedroom. Plush blankets and pillows were everywhere, a bed in the center of the room was draped with purple velvet curtains. It was the fanciest abode she had ever been in, even as a high priestess.

The curtains around the bed were drawn back, and naked slave girls were revealed. They flanked a similarly naked King Niro, laying comfortably in the bed, his cock semi erect.

Hayuna was brought over towards the bed. In the dim, sexy lighting, and surrounded by fancy linens and soft, naked slave girls, Hayuna became suddenly aware of the horrific, bleeding holes in her wrists and ankles. She balked at being present for something that she surmised was going to end horribly for her.

Her naked breasts trembled along with her body. Her nudity was on full display. The King looked at her. He gestured at her quivering body and then at his hard cock. He was beckoning her come over and mount him.

The guards let go of Hayuna. She trembled forwards, and got onto the soft, pleasant bed. It felt so different from the brutal wood of the cross.

She craved mercy. She did not want to die. And if anyone could grant her that, it was this man. King Niro. She descended onto his cock with precise aim. Her hands began fondling his balks and shaft. Her sexy mouth was wrapped around the big tip of his penis. She sucked diligently. The King laid back and relaxed as he was pleasured…
 
Hayuna labored in sucking the King’s cock energetically as she rose her head up and down as it suctioned the tip of his large penis. Her hands worked their best as well.

She sucked for long time, but finally she felt the King’s manhood shudder. He was about to cum.

She braced for the impending explosion of liquid. She opened her throat and swallowed all of his ejaculate, like an obedient servant. She even suckled his penis afterwards, and licked it clean.

The King seemed satisfied. He nodded at his guards. “Prepare her.” He said. Hayuna blushed and tensed up with fear as the guards began to move around the room.

She wondered what sort of “preparation” they could have for her. Her stomach sank and her heart dropped as she imagined what cruel torture was in wait for her…
 
Guards stepped over and bound Hayuna’s hands behind her back with strong coils of rope. She was naked and straddling the King now, her hands bound behind her.

From somewhere above her, a noose was placed around her skinny neck. The guards tightened it around her pale, sexy neck. She whimpered.

The King grabbed her hips with strong hands. He maneuvered her ravaged pussy over his erect penis. He smiled at her and bit his lip.

Hayuna blushed and shuddered, trying to fathom what suffering was to cum…
 
As Hayuna was bound up; the King angled his penis to where its massive tip rubbed up against Hayuna’s sensitive labia. She shuddered and gasped at the sensation.

The King emboldened his strong grip on her naked hips, and the noose around her neck grew threateningly tighter.

He shoved his gargantuan penis into her tight pussy. Hayuna moaned so loudly that it startled multiple guards and slaves in the room.

The King placed his hands on her ribs, just below her supple breasts, so that he could feel them bounce and jiggle against his hands as he fucked her hard.

Hayuna gasped and moaned and exclaimed as she was rough fucked by the King. As per instructions, as she was fucked, the guards began pulling on and tightening the rope attached her noose.

It got to where the only time she could breathe freely was at the apex of each thrust of the King’s hips against her ravaged loins.

As he thrust her up, with his massive, engorged penis inside of her, she felt a moment of reprieve, where her neck was not restrained and she could suck in air normally.

It was immensely painful and degrading. Hayuna bounced on the King’s undulating hips, stuffed by his well-endowed groin, and strangled by his henchmen. She was in pure agony and worried that they might hang her right then and there, as the King rough-fucked her…
 
As per the King’s instructions, the more he fucked Hayuna, the less forgiving his guards were with the noose around her neck. As her sexy, naked body bounced with each forceful thrust of the King into her ravaged body, the guards pulled tighter and tighter on the rope wrapped around her skinny neck.

Hayuna felt the panic of suffocation and began to thrash against the noose stifling her neck. The King seemed enamored with this and continued to fuck her roughly while she strained desperately for air.

Hayuna was too busy thrashing wildly for air to notice the King finish happily within her. She gasped loudly as the guards obediently lowered the rope and gave her reprieve to breathe.

She was still raggedly breathing, her neck emitting incredible pain from the hanging, when the guards removed her noose and grabbed the back of her neck roughly.

They shoved her head down, so that her shuddering face was mere inches from the King’s massive penis. It was still partially erect from roughly fucking her.

Hayuna gasped as she realized what they were forcing her to do. The King fondled his cock and slapped it towards her face. She clenched her jaw before complying. Any shred of dignity or resistance had been tortured out of her.

She wrapped her lips around the King’s cock, sucking it diligently. She blushed as she suckled the appendage that has just ravaged her own body with its vile thrusting. She gagged as she realized that she was tasting her own vaginal juices on the King’s wet cock.

But, fearing further torture, she sucked and sucked vigilantly. Finally the King groaned and grabbed the back of her head forcefully. He shoved his massive cock down her throat and held her in place as she squirmed and choked, and ejaculated into her throat.

Finally, completed, he released her. Hayuna gasped for air and coughed roughly after having the King’s manhood jammed down her throat.

As she sputtered and coughed, guards picked her up and escorted her out of the room.

The King was satiated.
 
Hayuna was dragged through the palace by unsympathetic guards once again. Naked and exhausted and utterly brutalized, she did not resist at all as they carried her roughly by her lean arms down the torchlit corridors.

Finally, they brought her to a small courtyard. There were three wooden crosses in the center. The slave girls from earlier were both nailed to the left and right crosses. The center cross was empty. Hayuna’s heart skipped a beat.

“Wait! No! I won! I won the game of crosses! I was the last alive! I am to be spared! No!”

Hayuna’s pleas meant nothing to the guards.

They held her naked and quivering body down on the center cross and stretched her arms out. She screamed and thrashed violently, to no avail.

“No! I won! I am to be spared! Please!!!”

They ignored her. She shrieked as her ravaged, injured wrists had their egregious wounds reopened by new nails piercing them. Then her ankles were similarly impaled.

Hayuna squirmed and thrashed against the cross, her mind reeling at the horrible, horrible pain.

The guards looked at the three naked, crucified women. “That’ll do,” one said casually. “Let’s raise them up!”
 
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