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Gods’ Edicts Part VII - A Slave is Crucified

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Marched in a naked, degrading procession, the seventeen naked woman walked through the streets of the city, hands tied behind their backs, leather collars connecting their necks, and breasts bouncing on their bare chests.

Veronica noticed every citizen that looked at her naked body as she was marched past them. She desperately wished to be covered and unexposed.

After a painfully long march, the procession arrived at the central city square. The center of the square was a large, raised wooden stage with stairs leading up to it.

The three women in the front of the line had their collars detached from the chain connecting them all and were escorted up to the stage.

What is happening Veronica wondered breathlessly..
 
Veronica watched as the three women from the front of the line were marched up onto the stage. There was a brunette with big, swaying breasts who had been wearing fancy clothes before they were all stripped. A red head with a lean frame and perky breasts. And a blonde girl who must have been around the same age as Veronica and had been wearing slaves’ garb.

All three were matched up, brought to the center of the stage, and had their hands untied by guards. They were then pushed onto their hands and knees, where their breasts swayed like udders.

Veronica gulped nervously. She did not want her breasts to be on display like that.

Some men ascended the stage. They were muscular, and naked. Their hefty penises dangled between their legs. Veronica gasped; she had thought that the Master’s son had a large manhood, but these men made his look small. She could not imagine getting fucked by such well-endowed men.

To her horror, the three naked women on the stage, who were on their hands and knees, were approached by the naked men. The mens’ cocks began to harden and rise.

Veronica blushed at realizing that she was about to see other women fucked. Once again she wondered what in the gods’ names was happening…
 
The men on the stage grabbed the hips of the three naked women on their hands and knees. The women gasped and shuddered.

The men, without further ceremony, penetrated then with their penises and began fucking them vigorously.

All three women moaned and gasped loudly. Their breasts were smacking together and their nakedness and shame was on full display.

Random people from the city stopped their walking and stood to watch the women getting fucked.

Veronica was blushing intensely and felt very anxious. She hated being naked like this, and she was extremely frightened at what might await her as she watched these women being tortured.

The man fucking the red-head grunted and bucked hard into her. She whimpered and he pulled his massive penis out of her vagina. Another man took his place almost instantly.

Veronica saw the look of degradation and humiliation on the girl’s face. She trembled in solidarity for the suffering, naked girl…
 
Veronica watched breathlessly as the three girls on the stage were fucked almost a dozen times. Their chests were red from rough fucking and loud sexual sounds. Their faces were sweaty and their expressions were shocked and embarrassed.

But then, things progressed.

The three women were grabbed from behind by their upper arms, and escorted away from the front of the stage. Veronica could not see what was happening to them.

As this happened, the next three girls in the line were unchained and escorted up to the stage. Veronica shuddered; only two more girls stood between her and the front of the line.

The three new girls (a blonde with perky breasts, a black haired girl with wide, salacious tits, and a young looking auburn haired girl with wide nipples) were placed on their hands and knees at the front of the stage.

As strong men began to fuck them, and they cried out loudly, Veronica heard a rumbling sound.

Moments later, she saw crosses raised. With the first three girls nailed to them. Veronica’s heart skipped a beat. She balked at the idea that she too might be crucified…
 
Veronica gasped as she saw that the first three girls had been crucified. There was the brunette who had been wearing fancy clothes; she was screaming and writhing against the cross. The lean red-head with the perky breasts was straining and sweating profusely. And the young blonde slave was heaving and gyrating on the cross.

All three had been nailed at their wrists and also at their ankles, with their feet placed over one another. They were suffering immensely.

Veronica breathed in deeply as she watched their horrific dance on the crosses. Then, she noticed her large, soft breasts, capped by big, wide nipples. She felt shame and humiliation wash over her anew, but also felt a pang of very visceral fear; if she were to be crucified, her tits would weigh down her chest and cause her massive suffering while simultaneously putting on a gratuitous show for every citizen watching.

Veronica felt sweat bead on her forehead while she watched the horrific display on the stage.

Three supple women were crucified naked and three more were being vigorously fucked on stage on their hands and knees. It was drawing quite a crowd…
 
Hours went by. Veronica stood obediently, watching everything silently and terrified. Her breasts were rising and falling with every scared breath, but she was a slave, and thus had experience remaining still when nonetheless perturbed.

The busty girl with the rich clothes and the massive tits died first. Her movements on the cross had grown more erratic and spastic as time wore on, and then she suddenly went still.

The young slave and the lean red-headed girl were writhing more seductively on the crosses, but their lives were also ending.

Veronica, uncomfortably, made eye contact with the red-headed girl as she was dying. The girl moaned and wriggled against her cross, her perky breasts rippling, as she looked into Veronica’s eyes with an expression of suffering.

Moments later, her thrashing stilled and she became motionless. Her chest rose no more.

Lastly the blonde slave girl expired. She had cried out on her last time rising up for air, but then fell silent as she hung down and asphyxiated slowly.

Veronica looked at the three dead, naked women on the crosses and then down at the three women being brutally fucked on stage.

She felt her heart skip a beat as she realized that they were all going to be crucified today…
 
With the three women on the crosses fully perished, the massive wooden implements of death were rotated down and the corpses removed. Then the three women getting fucked on stage were pulled up and escorted over to the crosses.

The blonde with perky breasts began screaming out to no one in particular, begging for mercy. She was ignored.

Veronica listened to the three of them being nailed as she watched in terror as guards approached the line and began to remove the collars from the two girls in front of her.

There was the busty blonde kind woman in front of her, and before her was a lean, dark-haired girl who looked to be 19 or 20 with hefty, dangling breasts.

Both of these women were unchained and began to be brought towards the stage. Guards came to Veronica and unclasped the collar around her neck.

They grabbed her tender biceps and escorted her towards the stage. Veronica could not look away from the girls nailed to the crosses being raised…
 
Veronica had time to see all three girls who were recently crucified suffering visibly and viscerally on their crosses.

But then, Veronica had arrived on the stage and was escorted over to the front of the stage. She heard the crucified girls yelping and moaning behind her, but she was too afraid to look back at them.

Her and the other two women were pushed down onto their knees, facing the gathering crowd. Veronica balked. She was so embarrassed and ashamed to be naked in front of so many people, and she feared the coming torture; for she had very much disliked it when her master’s son had fucked her a couple of days ago.

The busty kind blonde to her left shuddered as she got on her hands and knees and her breasts swayed like buoys. She looked at Veronica and bit her lip. As if to say “I’m sorry”.

Veronica also got onto her hands and knees, and her voluptuous breasts swayed under chest. She felt strong hands grip her hips and tensed up instinctively. She felt a bulbous appendage rubbing up against her taut belly.

Oh gods they’re going to fuck me she thought with a whimper.

She felt the man behind her angle the tip of his massive penis against her labia. She shuddered and braced herself for what was to come…
 
The man behind Veronica began to fuck her. Hard. She writhed and bucked against the man, her breasts clapping together, her mouth wide open and emitting sexual sounds loudly.

Veronica could not believe that this was happening to her, and with an audience too! She was completely unraveled by the degradation and humiliation.
 
With her breasts clapping together and slapping up against her body, Veronica was completely unmoored. She no longer felt like a young girl, or even a slave; she felt like a piece of meat, fit to be tortured and degraded in front of everyone.

The man fucking her finished inside of her, and she gasped as he withdrew his massive penis from within her. Before she could catch her breath, a new man took his place, and began to fuck her from behind.

As Veronica was ridden powerfully by the man, she heard the pained whimpers from the crucified girls above and behind her.

Veronica gasped as she anticipated being nailed to the cross…
 
Veronica lost count of how many men fucked her while the women behind her on the crosses suffered and died.

With her virginity long gone, and her dignity absolutely annihilated, Veronica was nonetheless surprised when the man fucking her finished and then she was given a moment of reprieve.

Someone from behind her grabbed her shoulders and hefted her up onto her knees, with her chest heaving for the crowd’s enjoyment.

She looked to her left and saw that the busty blonde woman and the younger girl with the big tits were also being raised up.

Veronica balked at realizing that they must be about to be crucified.

The guards hefted Veronica and the other two girls onto their feet, and spun them around. The deceased had already been removed, and the massive wooden crosses looked empty.

Veronica was marched towards the cross on the left. She looked down and saw the dark wood and unforgiving implement of death.

She squirmed against the guards escorting her. “Please, no!” She whimpered. “I beg mercy! I beg mercy!”

The guards showed no sympathy. They lifted Veronica’s petite, naked body up and laid her down on the rough wood of the cross.

“Please! Don’t! I beg of you! Please! Don’t!” Veronica said breathlessly. Her arms were outstretched and she shuddered in anticipation of the coming pain.

She did not want to die. She was only 18. She wanted to live! And she did not want to be on display like this, naked and suffering. Her breasts rested against her sweaty chest.

She looked the guard in the eyes and moaned sexually. “Please. I beg of you. Don’t.” The guard smiles and shook his head.

He showed her the nails in his hand. They were so big!!! Veronica gasped…
 
The nails were placed over Veronica’s tender wrists. She wanted to fight back, but she was too afraid that they might torture her more if she resisted. So she squirmed a bit but otherwise complied as they began the final phase of her execution.

She moaned as the sharp tips of the nails were pressed into her wrists. She screamed at the first strike of the hammer!

The executioners hammered each nail a half a dozen times, to ensure that her wrists were securely affixed to the cross.

Veronica was heaving and hyperventilating now. It hurt so badly! And worse than the pain was the concept of her impending death! She had done nothing wrong! She squirmed against the hard wood of the cross and that just caused the nails impaling her wrists to radiate even more pain.

She looked to her left and saw that the kind blonde woman had also been nailed to the center cross. Her wrists were bleeding and her hair was matted into her sweat-drenched forehead. Her big breasts were having on her painfully stretched chest.

Veronica blinked in terror. The woman, the fellow condemned, looked back with a pained expression.

They were going to be crucified!!!

Veronica felt strong hands grip her ankles. They were placed one over the other and her third and final nail was angled into place. Veronica did not want her feet to be nailed into place.

But Veronica did not resist as the nail was held in place and a naked executioner raised a hammer. She whimpered as she looked at the hammer and knew what was about to happen.

She shrieked as her feet were nailed. The executioner slammed the hammer down eight times to secure her to the cross.

Veronica was nailed to the rough wood, naked and undulating, her virginity stolen and her hope vanquished…
 
Veronica was experiencing pain like she had never felt, writhing against the rough wood and feeling the horrific spikes of metal penetrating her wrists and ankles.

With her arms outstretched, her chest was pulled taut and her breasts were resting curvaceously on her lean body.

She felt a rumble beneath her. The crosses were being raised!!!

She strain-fully raised up her head to look between the wide cleavage of her tight chest. “Please! No! I beg mercy! Please!” She cried out. No one listened.

The crosses began to rotate upwards. With every degree that it tilted up, Veronica felt new waves of pain shoot through her body. She felt the weight of her petite body begin to rest on the nails in her wrists and ankles, and this hurt so terribly!

She looked left and saw the curvy blonde girl squirming against her nails, writhing on the cross, her big breasts jiggling and bouncing in a wild show for everyone in attendance.

Veronica felt sweat dripping down her breasts. She wanted so desperately to cover herself, but she was naked and on full display.

BOOM!!!

The crosses thudded into place. Pain exploded through Veronica’s body! She never imagined that she could suffer and hurt so much.

She felt tightness in her chest! She was losing air! Instinctively, she flexed her legs and tightened her supple ass muscles. This raised her up, painfully, and she became acutely aware of how her breasts stuck out as she took in a deep breath.

She realized that it had begun. The ‘Dance of the Crucified’…
 
Veronica was in immense pain on the cross. Physically, she was experiencing the worst torture. But also emotionally she suffered, for every pained movement of her body put her further on display for the lustful crowd.

The three girls who had been behind Veronica in line were brought up onto the stage. Veronica tried to distract herself by watching them get roughly fucked, but the cross was far too painful for her.

Veronica writhed and squirmed and strained against the cross. It was the most painful and humiliating way to die…
 
Veronica suffered many hours nailed to the cross. She was young and fit, after all.

She wanted to die, at this point. Desperately. She couldn’t endure any more pain. She just wanted it all to end.

For the hundredth time, she flexed her body and strained, coming up for air. It hurt so much!

She looked to her left at the other two girls sentenced to die with her. The one on the far cross, who was similar in age to Veronica, looked like she had perished. The kind busty blonde on the center cross was nearing death.

Veronica watched as the woman exerted her body to come up for air, but her muscles were not responding and she began to thrash and weave side to side.

Veronica could not watch any more. Not just out of sadness and not wanting to watch the kind woman die, but also because her own body was screaming out in pain. Veronica breathed in deep and relaxed her muscles, sinking back down to where all her weight rested on the nails impaling her to the cross.

Veronica looked out at merciless crowd staring at her naked, tortured body. Some of the men in the crowd were unabashedly masturbating as they watched her dying. Veronica squirmed uncomfortably.

Veronica was drenched in sweat, and her petite body was stretched to its limit on the cross.

She glanced over and saw that the kind woman on the center cross was unmoving. Veronica shuddered as she realized that that meant that she was next…
 
Veronica gasped in pain as she raised herself up for some air. It hurt her immensely to move in any way on the cross, especially the laborious act of coming up for air. Her breasts swayed together and her vision blurred as she gulped down precious air.

She was too busy suffering to notice the activity on the stage below her. So when the cross that she was brutally nailed to began to rumble and move, Veronica let out a startled yelp!

As the crosses began to be slowly rotated down to the stage, Veronica, although it was becoming easier for her to breathe, felt no relief or hope. She surmised that they were simply going to execute more girls on the other two crosses.

When the crosses found their resting place against the flat surface of the stage, Veronica breathed in deeply out of instinct. She noticed how much her taut chest was heaving, and how her breasts looked as they moved, so brazenly on display.

She watched morbidly as the executioners came and removed the other two women unceremoniously from their crosses. She could not see where their bodies were taken.

With the other two crosses empty, other condemned girls were marched up to be executed on them. There was a skinny young blonde girl with perky breasts who was marched up to the center cross. She looked over and saw Veronica, nailed and heaving, and she looked like she might faint from dread. On the far left cross, woman in her late 20s with a curvy body and big tits was marched over.

Veronica wondered what these women had done to be sentenced to such a cruel death. She looked away as the women were nailed. But their screams resounded in Veronica’s ears.

She knew the crosses would soon be raised again. And she was terrified…
 
Well, this certainly developed quickly! I was going to comment on the boy's actions, but that seems well past relevance at this point...

There's a powerful atmosphere of... well, I don't know if you'd call it mystery, but unexplainedness. Veronica will likely die without having any idea why - if there was any connection between what happened before or not, why free women and slaves are being treated like this together... even we, the audience, may not find out.
 
With the crosses to Veronica’s left nailed and adorned, Veronica gulped, realizing that all of the crosses would be resided again.

At this point, she couldn’t care about the other women dying with her. She was too enraptured with her own suffering and pending death.

“No! No! Please! Don’t!” Veronica shouted at no one in particular with precious air.

No one heeded her. Someone began working the winches and the crosses began to rotate slowly upwards.

Veronica writhed and her breasts swayed lustily from side to side. She was not ready to go back up! To suffer the worst form of death that there was!

Veronica strained in vain as the crosses rotated slowly upwards. She knew that she should not live to see another sunrise…
 
The crosses slammed into their lethal, upright position! Veronica gasped as the pain radiated through her crucified body. She heard the condemned girls to her left cry out in shocked pain. She wanted to look over at them but her body was too spiked with pain.

Veronica tensed her supple ass muscles and her lean leg muscles and heaved herself up for air. Her big breasts dangled painfully from her tight chest.

Veronica opened her mouth wide and sucked in air. It was so hard to breathe. She hated that they were doing this to her. Torture unto death was a cruelty no one deserved she thought bitterly.

She sank back down, and her breasts bounced against her upper abdomen. She was naked. Nailed. Sweaty. Beyond hope.

Veronica shuddered. She did not want to die…
 
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