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Gods’ Edicts Part VII - A Slave is Crucified

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Veronica was a slave, only recently turned 18 years old. She worked in her master’s compound, wearing the standard slaves’ garb; a skimpy ragged clothe wrapped around her hips to cover her womanhood and ass, and a leather belt around her chest to press in her breasts and cover her nipples.

Veronica had black hair and a sexy face, and even though her body was slim and sexy, she felt embarrassed at the immodesty of her slaves’ garb.

As a slave, she worked diligently, and quietly, not wanting to garner any attention from her masters. She cleaned, she carried trays, she helped cook meals and wash clothes; she did everything that she was supposed to do as a good and proper slave.

But one day, things got interesting…
 
Veronica walked into the room of one her master’s sons. It was nearly noon, and the heat of the day was in full swing. Veronica was clad in her skimpy slaves’s garb, and carried a silver tray with bread, cheese, and a glass of wine on it.

She entered into the young man’s room and announced herself in a quiet and breathless voice. “I come with food and wine, master.”

The young man stirred in his bed. He tousled sleepily with the bedsheets. Veronica blushed intensely when she realized that he was naked in bed!

The son of her master blinked and looked over at her. He had intense, handsome eyes. Veronica realized that he must be around her own age.

She stood there in her revealing slaves’s garb, holding the tray obediently. She was aware that she was blushing, but she forced herself to look her master’s son in the eye.

“How can I serve you, m’lord?”
 
Her master’s son shifted in bed. He let the bedsheets move to where his penis became uncovered.

Veronica blushed even more intently; she had never seen a penis before! The master’s son’s big, long manhood rested upon his groin, and began to swell with arousal.

“I’d like to see your tits, slave.” The son said.

Veronica gasped. She stammered and did not respond coherently.

The son yawned and stretched in bed. “I guess I ought to make it an order,” he mused softly. “Slave, strip.” He ordered.

Veronica set down the tray of food and wine. She was shaking now. She looked up at her master’s son. “Please, master. I have brought you food, and wine. Is there something else I can bring you?”

The master’s son smirked. “As a matter of fact, you can. Take off your clothes and come lie with me in bed.”

Veronica hesitated. She did not know what to do in this situation at all…
 
Veronica, blushing intently, her chest beginning to heave with anxiety, tried to muster up some courage. “M’lord, I was instructed to wear this garb at all times, and to bring you food and wine and —“

The son shook his head. “Pff! You’re a slave! My father owns you. Now take off your clothes and come here!”

Veronica looked down at the belt around her chest and the pathetic cloth around her hips. She already wanted to be wearing more clothes. She could not fathom removing even these last vestiges of modesty.

The master’s son snapped his fingers. “Slave. Strip.” He said with frightening firmness.

Veronica gulped and reached for the buckle around the belt around her chest. It was hard to reach as it rested on her back, but she managed to undo it.

As the belt became undone, her large breasts rested against her pale body. Her big nipples were exposed and Veronica was immensely embarrassed by her nakedness.

The master’s son looked down at the cloth around her hips and nodded suggestively.

Veronica trembled and undid the cord tying the loincloth to her body. It came loose and she set it upon the mantle.

Now she was completely naked.

The master’s son began stroking his big cock. “Come here, slave.” He said with a smile.
 
Veronica stepped over to be beside the bed. She was keenly aware of her nakedness and felt overwhelmingly ashamed and embarrassed.

The master’s son indicated to the space beside him. “Come here, slave. Lie down with me.” He ordered.

Veronica trembled, but then complied. She lay down in the bed next to her master’s naked son. Immediately she realized how soft and comfortable this bed was! It was leagues beyond the slaves’ cot she was as given.

As she felt her supple skin rest against the comforting fabric of the bedsheets, the master’s son turned over and pressed his body against hers. His erect penis rested on her naked pelvis.

He looked her in the eyes and smiled. “You’re a pretty one.” He said his hands reached over and fondled her breasts.

Veronica gulped. She wondered what was going to happen next…
 
The master’s son mounted her. Veronica was startled by the sudden, forceful movement. With his big, hard cock angled towards her virgin womanhood, Veronica realized with a start what was about to happen.

The master’s son said nothing. He simply chuckled and then inserted his massive penis into Veronica.

Veronica moaned involuntarily at the sudden penetration. Her breasts were bouncing on her chest as the master’s son thrust into her.

Her hands reached towards the son’s hips, trying to slow or control them, but he was fucking her far too vigorously. The sensual sounds coming from her mouth surprised her and embarrassed her further.

The master’s son fucked her hard and strong…
 
Veronica was writhing and squirming on the bed while she was fucked. The master’s son is so forceful she thought! She was overwhelmed by the sensations and so completely embarrassed.

Suddenly, a guard crashed through the door! “We heard sounds of a struggle—“ as soon as the foolish guard saw what was happening, he stammered and excused himself repeatedly. Veronica felt her face redden; now two men had seen her naked body, and she was completely ashamed and shocked!

The master’s son finished fucking her, and let out a couple of satisfied moans. Veronica felt a warm, thick liquid between her legs.

The master’s son stood up and stretched. “Ah, great way to start the morning. Thank you.” Veronica blinked, confused.

He had just made her strip nude and then taken her virginity! What was she supposed to do now?

The master’s son looked down at her smiled. “Get dressed, slave, you need to get back to work.”

Veronica blushed and blinked in shock and surprise…
 
Veronica obeyed and (eagerly) put her skimpy slaves’ garb back on. She felt relief at covering her breasts and her ass and pussy. Standing obediently in the room where she had just been roughly fucked, she held the tray of food and wine and tried not to shake.

The master’s son got dressed and acted like nothing had transpired.

Later that evening, Veronica was one of a half dozen slaves serving dinner to the master and his family.

The master sat at the head of the table, his wife beside him and their four children eating at the table. Veronica saw the eldest son, the one who has ravaged her that morning, take long glance at his sister and smirk. Veronica shuddered as she realized his attraction to his sibling.

“Ivellio,” the master addressed his eldest son sternly. “You were supposed to complete a lesson today with Sir Kaivus and then go train in the yard. Yet you did neither today. What stole your intent and your focus, today?”

The master’s son Ivellio gulped and sat back. “I am sorry, father. I felt a need to rest today.”

The master slammed his fist against the table. “Excuses are a poor man’s game! I will not tolerate it! Why have you forsaken your duties today!?”

Everyone at the table was surprised by the Master’s outburst. The slaves just had the good sense not to show it.

Ivellio blushed and looked down at his meal, and at his angry father. Then his eyes wandered to trembling, scantily clad Veronica.

She saw the eruption of an idea in his mind…
 
Ivellio huffed and pointed at Veronica. “I got distracted! That slave was bothering me all day!” He said.

The master turned at looked Veronica sternly. She blushed and averted her eyes obediently. But the master continued to stare at her. “Is this true, slave?” He asked angrily.

Veronica looked up, at the Master’s angry face and at Ivellio’s wide eyes and the rest of the family staring curiously at her. She stammered. “I—I—I—Master,” she began.

“Enough!” The master cut her off. “Go to the slaves’ chambers! Be gone from here!”

Veronica blushed intently but of course obeyed. She set down her tray and left immediately. She went down to the basement of the family house, to the slaves’ chambers, and went straight to her assigned cot and laid down. She tried to get precious sleep, but she was too afraid…
 
The next morning, Veronica was woken up by the Lead Slave. The older woman, who was in her mid-40s, had massive breasts that her slaves’ belt barely reigned in.

“Veronica! Wake up! You need to report to the foyer! Immediately!”

Veronica blinked, confused. “What? Why?”

The Lead Slave grabbed Veronica’s hair. “I don’t know! Just go!”

Veronica stumbled up, having been awoken so suddenly, but nonetheless calmed her breathing and made her way up out of the basement and towards the home’s foyer.

She was shocked and confused when she arrived and saw the Master standing with a handful of soldiers…
 
Before a stunned Veronica could react, she was promptly arrested by the soldiers and escorted out of the master’s house. The soldiers took her to the King’s palace, and led her down into the dungeons. She was placed in a small cell with a rigid cot, and left there without an explanation.

Veronica slept as much as she could. She tried to embrace the fact that she was not being forced to labor. She just wished they’d given her more clothes or a thicker blanket while she passed time in the dungeon.

She spent three days there. On the fourth morning in the dungeons, Veronica woke up and heard activity down the hall. Shortly after, a trio of guards came to the door to her cell.

“She’s on the list, bring her.” One said.

The other two grunted in acknowledgment and unlocked her cell door. Veronica stood up from her cot obediently. Her supple, young body was barely covered by her slaves’ garb, and she trembled nervously.

The guards tied her hands behind her back and marched her out into the halls of the dungeon…
 
Veronica was led, with soldiers on either side of her gripping her biceps tightly, through the dimly lit halls of the dungeons.

Veronica began to nervously sweat and tremble.

In her skimpy, revealing slaves’s garb, Veronica was brought to a larger room with many soldiers and slaves inside of it. There was also a large wooden platform on wheels, but that was off in the corner.

In the center of the room, over a dozen women were tied up, with their hands bound and raised up towards the ceiling. Some of them wore slaves’s garb, others wore nicer clothes, and a few wore drab, grey cloth tunics. All of the women looked fearful and anxious.

Veronica was led towards the women and her hands, also, were untied from behind her, re-tied in front of her, and her bound wrists were raised up by a hook attached to a rope. Now she stood on her tip-toes, stretched tight against her meager clothing, her body taut and uncomfortable.

One of the older guards looked at the women strung up in the center of the room. “Prepare them!” He ordered.

Guards approached them all. Veronica gulped and blushed. She knew something bad was about to happen…
 
The guards began going up to the bound women and stripping off their clothes. Some of the women whimpered, but others remained silent in shock and indignation.

Veronica shuddered as a pair of guards approached her. They stripped off her slaves’s garments in moments, and now she stood fully naked and trembling in the room with so many other people.

The woman next to her, a busty blonde with a tattoo on her arm, looked over at her. “Be calm.” The woman whispered to Veronica.

“Why?” Veronica trembled at her nakedness and clenched her jaw.

The blonde woman with huge breasts looked at her with an expression that conveyed sympathy and fear. “Because you don’t want to let them see you suffer.”

Veronica was baffled by the woman’s words. But now that all of the women who were tied in the center of the room had been stripped naked, the senior guard barked another order and the women were prepared for a march.

One by one, the women were lowered, had their hands re-tied behind their backs; and then had a leather collar placed around their necks. The collars were affixed to a long chain, and so the naked women began to form a line, all connected by a chain at the neck.

Veronica was near the middle of the line. There were seventeen women total. Veronica felt so ashamed to be naked. The woman in front of her, the busty one who had spoken to her moments ago, has a curvy backside and smooth skin. Veronica wondered how she looked from behind.

The senior guard spoke another order and the walk began to move! It was not only a wall, it was a door! Sunlight spilled into the room and bathed the naked women in light.

A soldier cracked a whip. “March!”
 
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