The first night of suffering saw Tara and Katee and Kagney crucified painfully while the other remaining condemned (Apolonia, Viola, Lexxie, and Hayuna) were fucked and enjoyed by the lustful crowd! The four girls who were penetrated and degraded all night began to yearn for the ending that the cross promised, despite the occasional sound of visceral, carnal pain that Tara or Katee or Kagney let out throughout the night. When the first hints of morning began to dance on the dark horizon in the east, Tara writhed especially bitterly against the rough wood of her cross.
I wish to perish she thought as pain shot through her entire body! Her breasts were bouncing on her taut, pained chest, and her pussy was on full display for the crowd, and her humiliation and shame nearly matched her physical pain. The nail wounds to her wrists and ankles had stopped bleeding long ago, but the sharp pain had not ceased for a second. Tara turned her head to her left and saw her fellow slave Katee tensing on her own cross, flexing her tight ass muscles and lean legs to come up for a painful breath of air. Katee's boobs were voluptuous for sure, and every minute movement of her body caused them to jiggle and bounce on her tight chest. Somewhat obscured by Katee's nude profile, Tara also beheld the former High Priestess, Kagney, as she struggled against her own brutal cross.
Tara wished to feel spite or hatred towards the woman who had chosen her for this horrific death, but as she saw the curvy woman sweat and moan and struggle against the unforgiving wood of the cross, Tara felt only pity and sadness that they were all condemned to such a painful and unwarranted death.
Tara relaxed her back and buttocks muscles and sank down to rest, which caused pain to radiant anew through her arms and feet and shoulders and chest. Her breasts swayed below her and she swallowed instinctively to stop herself from drooling, for her mouth was agape with anguish and pain. She hoped that the day would bring her a swift death and an end to her pain.
Down below, a man ejaculated inside of Apolonia and slapped her ass roughly once he had finished. She blinked tears out of her eyes and looked up at the sky as it began to form a slightly less dark gradient with the coming dawn. She hoped that the bloodthirsty crowd would be satiated and weary and that the new day would bring reprieve. But she forgot that the realm had a legion of Executioner's Men who were there solely to earn coin and ensure that her and the other condemned girls suffered continuously.
Viola's breasts clapped together roughly for the thousandth time that night as a strong man fucked her vigorously. She groaned sexually as he completed within her.
Lexxie was almost detached at this point. Her life had been spun around from one of privilege and ordainment to one of shocking pain and degradation so suddenly, and she was not handling it well. She could not accept that the cross soon awaited her. She had only seen a couple of crucifixions before this one, and the suffering of the condemned each time had disturbed her greatly.
Hayuna was getting fucked by a young man who was clearly (from the noises he was making) enjoying himself, but she was thankful that he was not well endowed and not as rough as some of the others had been. She tried to steel herself for more coming torture and humiliation, but it took every ounce of her composer not to scream or cry. She had been ravaged all night and it was nearly morning. And the poor girls on the crosses sounded horribly hurt. They would not last much longer...
