Gods’ Edicts Part VIII - The Rebel is Crucified

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Next to the rebel Karlee, the slave girl Ana was heaving and groaning with every pained movement of her crucified body. She was in unfathomable agony.

Ana‘s big breasts were hanging heavy from her chest. Every time she moved at all, even just a little, they swayed and jiggled. When she had to pull herself up, pressing excruciatingly against the nails in her wrist and feet, her back arched and her breasts clashed together.

Ana couldn’t decide which was worse; the physical torture or the mental shame of being naked and on display, especially after she had had her virginity fucked out of her roughly on the public stage.

Ana looked over past the rebel girl crucified next to her and she looked at slave girl Alyssa’s naked, dead body. Ana saw how she hung motionless and nude, and she gulped knowing that that fate awaited her as well…

 

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The Lead Executioner watched the agonized slave girl Aha strain her neck the side and gulp as she saw the other perished slave girl on the cross. Ana’s head hung back down and twitched slightly. The expert Lead Executioner knew that Ana would have thrashed in that moment if she could, in despair and frenzied fear and pain. But her body was so exhausted and weakened that she only twitched pitifully as she hung there, her skinny arms stretched up from her body at a painful angle as she bent her knees and let her body just hang from the nails.

The Lead Executioner watched with a smile. It was the cruelest and most painful way to “rest” while crucified. And Ana could not suffer it for long before she would have to “dance” and raise herself up for air.

The Lead Executioner nodded his head in approval. The naked slave girl was almost out of strength. She could repeat the cycle of up and down on her cross two, maybe three, more times before her muscles stopped allowing it entirely. Then she would hang from her nails limply, like she was doing now, and suffer her final, long minutes of torture while she felt her body slowly run out of air.

He loved watching girls’ faces during that part. The agony, the fear, the desperation; it was mesmerizing! But no, the reason that the Lead Executioner was nodding his head was that he saw that the rebel Karlee was beginning to have almost no strength in her stretched out arms and flogged back, and she was doing all of the work to “dance” on her cross with her legs and hips, and those were begging to tremble with muscle exhaustion.

Within the hour, Karlee would be in the same position that Ana was now; in her final, terrible moments.

The Lead Executioner could not wait to hear the King’s words of praise that, as intended, the rebel girl, the centerpiece of the whole massive, deadly show, would perish last of all; executed for her crimes and made to suffer the very most of all of these unfortunate women.

 

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As slave girl Brooke cried out at the girth of the next set of cocks thrust into her pulverized body, any eyes in the crowd who had been watching her suffer turned up towards the girls on the crosses.

Those in the crowd who had attended many such spectacles of the King’s justice and the Gods’ Edicts knew that this was a memorable part to witness. And those who did not know this were told to turn their eyes upon the final crucified girls.

Slave girl Ana’s final moments were just as the Lead Executioner described with his impressive expertise and experience.

As she hung there and realized after horrible moments of trying with all her might, of her primal, subconscious will to live forcing every pained muscle in her body to fight, that she was going nowhere, knew that she was about to die.

Her big breasts had stopped swaying now, and the weight of their pull on her chest began to grow with the tightness of her lung straining for air that she simply couldn’t give them.

Ana’s eyed had been bulging in pain for most of her crucifixion, but now even they were losing strength. She closed her eyes and somehow in the darkness it made her even more aware of her brutalized body and of the nails in her wrists and feet.

Ana became unconscious and died moments later.
The crowd cheered of course, but even more they turned to watch how the supple and hated Karlee, rebel and traitor, was about to suffer the same fate…

 

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Karlee heard people in the crowd shout and holler in a celebratory way. She yelped at the sudden, visceral-fear inducing idea of them lowering the crosses to execute her even more while they crucified more slaves alongside of her. For their cheers could only mean that the other slave girl put to death with her had died.

Karlee raised herself up for air and thrashed around her exhausted neck, scanning for what fresh horror awaited her. But down the stage, and pair of men grunted loudly as they ejaculated inside of the cock-cleaning slave.

Karlee exerted every muscle in her body to hold herself there for a moment longer than needed. She had to see what was happening. She moaned without meaning to as she did.

Down on the stage the man who had cum inside Brooke’s ass pulled her hair back and slapped her ass. But then a new pair of men immediately bent her over and began double fucking the yelping slave.

Karlee sank down to the torturous hanging position, her head staring down at her sweat-drenched naked body, while the air she had just fought so hard to drink in only allowed her continue feeling her intense pain as she hung there, suspended limply from her nails.

If more men were fucking Brooke, then the crosses would remain raised, Karlee thought. For barely a moment, this relieved her. She wondered what cruel creative things they could do to her before raising back up for more of this agony.

But then…It dawned upon her. There was only the one slave getting fucked on stage, the very girl who sucked cocks clean for the whole execution of Karlee’s poor friends, too. This meant it was all drawing to an end. To her end.

Karlee had accepted the horrifying concept of her impending death at multiple points during this long and brutal execution. But she was only human. And as the 22 year old tortured rebel girl’s mind thought I am about to perish she had a sudden surge of strength.

Karlee rose up and whimpered as loudly as she could. She was trying to scream for mercy. She was trying to implore them to stop. But her body could only emit a pathetic whimper.

Karlee’s act of terror and desperation had only made her breasts dance and bounce on her weary chest and used up the last of her muscle-strength to come up for the final time on her cross…

 

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Karlee sank back down from the nails impaling her body. Her dark hair was matted to her skin by sweat and the semen of executioners. Her breasts and belly and painfully throbbing womanhood were slick with her sweat. She looked down at her body, stripped and tortured and put on display, and for the last time in her young life she felt soul-crushing shame and embarrassment.

She closed her eyes and images flashed across her mind of her crucified friends. Of how they had hung motionless and naked on the crosses. And her mind reeled at that same thing happening to her.

She told her body to resume her dance but she could not. None of her muscles were responding anymore. She felt herself asphyxiating. If her entire young body had not been so brutally tortured, she would have thrashed wildly at the sensation of being unable to draw in air.

But all that Karlee, the defeated rebel, could do, was suffer pain motionlessly as her life slowly left her. She died about two minutes after sinking down for her final time.

The crowd went wild with glee, and chanted King Niro’s name.

THE END.

 

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Epilogue:

Slave girl Brooke barely cared about the crowd’s sudden eruption of noise. She was getting fucked too hard by men with painfully long cocks. When they finished, Brooke tried to gasp in a breath as she wondered how much the next cocks would hurt.

It was so unexpected when strong hands gripped her biceps and hoisted her back from the bench that she shouted in terror. Not that her shout mattered, as the massive crowd was still chanting King Niro’s name.

Brooke was escorted off the stage. She was still hyperventilating from the endless hours of double fucking. Two strong guards basically carried her by her biceps for she could barely walk. Her blonde hair and face and entire body were drenched in sweat and her big breasts clashed together from her weak chest as the guards moved her at a fast pace.

She was brought somewhere like a guard garrison, she thought. It wasn’t the palace, where normally served. But the military design and presence of soldiers made her think that.

She was brought to a courtyard with three vertical wooden beams in the center. They were thick and spread out. In front of the center one was a smaller wooden beam with flat services, laid out parallel to the three standing beams.

Brooke had barely caught her breathe, but as she looked at the wooden objects her mind reeled. “No! No! No! Not another execution! I can’t endure anymore!” She shrieked.

“I don’t suspect you can.” One guard said with a chuckle.

Brooke was dragged over to the beam on the ground and placed on it. She didn’t have the strength to resist and could only gasp in terror. Her arms were spread out and the guards raised hammers and nailed her wrists to the wood.

The guards looked down on the sweating, heaving naked slave and exchanged looks. “She won’t last long up there.” One said.

“True. But she’s got good tits. And we only have to crucify a couple more slaves here today. We can leave her up a while on display.”

“Wait, I’ve got an idea. All those executioners got to have their fun with this big show. What about us soldiers?” The two men smiled and nodded.

Brooke’s final hours began with an entire platoon of town guards taking turns masturbating onto her naked, nailed body. Once she was caked in thick semen, so thick should could barely see, they raised her crossbeam up and latched it into the vertical beam. Brooke screamed as she was raised up on the cross.

The guards nailed her feet and left her die, soaked in cum. Every guard who walked by her got an erection. Every slave girl who saw gulped in terror and kept silent lest she get in trouble.

Brooke died after being crucified about six hours. It was the most extreme pain she had ever felt. Her body was left up until evening the next day, dripping cum all the while.

The rebels and the slaves who participated had all been executed in accordance with the Gods’ Edicts.