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The Gods’ Edicts Part IX - A Pair of Slaves are Crucified

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Alice was in so much pain and visceral agony that it wasn’t until two hammer strokes into her right leg being nailed on the opposite side of the thick vertical shaft that her mind registered that her legs were spread slightly and her vagina was fully on display.

Alice had watched the day before in repulsed terror as Eve’s feet had been nailed one atop the other. Alice wondered why her nailing was different.

She wanted to scream at the Master and ask him why and implore him to show her mercy and take her down. Or kill her instantly instead of making her suffer this excruciating torture.

But she could not stop her involuntary screaming and writhing long enough to form words.

With a fifth strike of the hammer, Alice was now fully nailed to her cross…
 
The Master watched as Alice’s brutalized body tested its new, and final, position. Her legs and lean ass flexed tightly and she pushed up from the nails impaling her legs. This took pressure off of her shoulders, but it caused pain as her wrists rotated slightly around the nails piercing them, taking some weight off but not all of it. Her back arched and her perky breasts jiggled on her taut chest as her head leaned back against the wood of the vertical beam, her jaw opening as she sucked in air instinctively.

After a few seconds, the Master could see the painful exertion of her muscles cause her to shudder in agony, and so she relaxed her muscles. Her knees bent, her body sank down, and her arms stretched up from her pained shoulders as more of her body weight rested on her tender, impaled wrists.

The Master smiled as he watched Alice trade one position of agony for the other. There was no respite on the cross. Every single moment of existence when crucified was sheer agony and extreme torture. He was enraptured by it. But then he saw her face, and her big, expressive eyes, as this reality dawned upon her.

Alice looked absolutely horrified as she realized just how excruciatingly terrible it was going to be to do the “dance of the crucified” until she died of exhaustion. The Master’s penis engorged to a full and mighty erection.

Alice let out a shrill cry of desperation. And then she resumed her “dance”, pressing up with her lean legs…
 
Alice couldn’t stand the pain of crucifixion. Every nerve in her body was erupting in pain as she writhed and squirmed against her cross. Sweat dripped from her brow into her eyes and she squealed at the sting as she pressed up for a desperate gulp of hard-won air.

As her body felt more pain than she had ever imagined possible to endure, her mind was also ripping to shreds at the torturous execution. The fear of her imminent death permeated every thought. And her nakedness before everyone was degrading her in ways in never thought possible.

As she hung from the nails in her wrists and ankles, breasts quivering on her naked chest, her vagina spread open with no way to give herself any modesty, Alice tried to resist in her mind. She tried to remember the good moments in her bitterly short life; her simple youth in her village, her family, the leaves on the trees at the peak of autumn. But her mind was incapable of lingering on these pleasant things.

Just as her body kept squirming in vain against the nails, torturing her in order to breathe and prolong that torture, so her mind kept spinning back to the horrors of her life; her village being conquered, being sold as a slave, the countless times the Master had had his way with her, the many times she had been forced to swallow a man’s disgusting seed after ducking his cock. And so her mind ruminated on her current pain and agony. She could do nothing escape the pain. Nothing to alleviate the torture or humiliation. Nothing to prevent her death upon this horrid, cursed cross.

And as she suffered the complete and total annihilation of any shreds of hope or dignity that remained within her as a young woman, she looked out and saw that the Master watched, his erect cock uncovered and pointed at her from his loins. Other men in the crowd had visible erections in their pants as well.

Alice was pleasuring them even as she suffered the cruelest torture imaginable…
 
Hours went by. The Master was loving the show of Alice struggling and suffering on the cross. As her legs and back muscles grew weaker, she had begun gyrating her lean hips as she pushed up on her “dance of crucixion”, much to the arousal of the men in attendance.

The Master wanted to make Alice suffer as much as possible. The audience of slaves and servants was an important part of that, so he ordered some food and wine brought to the inferiors who watched. He wanted to them to remember this show he was putting on.

As the afternoon wore on, and Alice’s torture continued mercilessly, the Master noticed a hoarseness to her cry of pain as she exerted her whole body to arch her back and press out her naked chest as she took in a breathe of air.

She must be thirsty he thought. An idea sprang up to his mind, and his cock followed suit. He asked one of the guards for a cup, one of ample size….
 
The Master took the cup and stood up. Holding the cup with one hand, with his other he began to stroke his hard penis vigorously as he stared at Alice suffering on the cross.

He scanned over her naked body, caked in sweat and twitching spastically as she writhed and moaned and gyrated on the cross. Her vagina was on full display and her perky breasts and perfectly round nipples jiggled with every movement on the cross.

The Master felt very aroused, but he was having trouble ejaculating into the cup. He had been pleasured to completion so many times in the last few days.

As he continued stroking his cock, Alice sank back down after a particularly difficult breathe. She moaned and squirmed for a bit before beginning her slow, painful work to raise herself up, and as she did her eyes looked out and she made eye contact with the Master. She immediately beheld that he was watching her horrid agony and pleasuring himself whilst watching!

Instinctively her big eyes widened and her already agape mouth shuddered slightly at her sheer embarrassment and humiliation. Her expression did it for the Master. He groaned in satisfaction as his big cock launched a fusillade of thick, warm jizz into the cup.

Alice continued her pained dance on the cross, in so much pain that it never entered her mind to ask why the Master was ejaculating into a cup…
 
The Master looked down at the cup in his hand. His pale seed was smattered inside of the smooth cup and slowly dripping down to accumulate at the bottom of it.

He held up the cup and motioned to the guard who had brought it to him. “Have every man here contribute his seed. Then we shall quench this slave’s thirst.”

The guard looked amazed at the Master’s delightful idea. “Master, would it be alright if I contributed next?” The young guard had been nearly drooling at watching Alice’s naked body stretched out on display for them all.

“Of course.” The Master replied.
 
Alice was suffering far too greatly on the cross to spare much thought as to why the men in attendance at her crucifixion were passing around a cup and ejaculating into it. Alice was preoccupied with more primal thoughts; like acute awareness of her degrading nakedness and agonizing terror at her fast-approaching death.

She wondered what death would be like. If dying could hurt this much, then what if death was worse!? She squirmed against the nails impaling her limbs and wished that she had enough to air and stamina to properly weep in harmony with her tortured mind. But she did not. So instead she pressed and strained and raised herself up and breathed a bit before letting her body relax and immediately tense up at the pain of letting her body weight hang like that.

There was no respite on the cross…
 
The guard walked over to the Master, the cup in his hand. He presented it to the Master. “Is this enough, Master?” The guard asked respectfully.

The Master saw that the large cup was half way full of thick, pale semen. He nodded at the guard in approval.

Another guard brought forward a small ladder and he got up on it with his cup in one hand. Alice saw him approaching her and wondered what she would suffer. The guard waited until she was hanging down from a painful rise up for air, and then he grabbed her jaw with his hand and pushed her head up firmly. In his other hand was the cup of ejaculation.

Alice squirmed at having her head pressed up as she hung there in pain. She then laid eyes on the cup. She realized what it was. It was not merciful water but disgusting man-seed. She balked but then immediately realized that non-compliance would only worsen her torture.

So Alice opened her mouth wide and strained her body to hang still and in a position that made the guard’s job easier. He poured the thick semen into her mouth and she relaxed her throat and swallowed it all obediently.

Only a small amount missed her mouth and dangled down her chin. The Master began to applaud at Alice’s degradation and he looked at the servants and slaves and they immediately began to cheer obediently.

Alice hung from her nails. Swallowing so much thick liquid had been hard. She felt her chest tightening. She needed air. She wanted to hang there and die but her body fought her and began to rise up. It hurt so much! Alice was torturing herself on the cross, and as she strained and gyrated her abdomen to come up, she couldn’t get the atrocious taste of jizz to leave her mouth…
 
The sun was about to set and Alice still suffered agonizingly on the cross. She had been crucified all day and the strain and exhaustion was taking a toll on her body. The Master could see that her legs were almost bereft of strength. Her abdomen, flexed tightly from the constant pain and exertion, was losing stamina. And her arms had given out contributing to her writhing on the cross nearly an hour before.

The Master expected that she would perish around midnight. He ordered his guards to bring the servants and slaves watching Alice’s execution some more refreshments.

As he watched Alice struggle for every breathe, her sexy body squirming up and down on the wood as she suffered the most anyone could suffer, the Master felt incredible arousal. He could watch this for eternity. He wondered if at this point he could order Alice’s nails removed, have her lowered from the cross, and put under a healer’s care; she would probably survive and recover. Of course, he would crucify her again. He had known for a few days now that he wanted the rest of her and Eve’s lives to be nothing but immeasurable suffering.

As he watched Alice squirm and suffer, he was reminded that there would always be more slave girls from the surrounding villages and lesser kingdoms. He could always buy and crucify more women.

So the Master watched Alice die very, very slowly on her cross, and he enjoyed every moment of it…
 
Alice had lost track of time since she had been nailed to the cross. Every second felt like an eternity of suffering to her. Her body was growing weaker and she became aware of it as she did the involuntary “dance of the crucified”.

There had been many moments during her crucifixion when she had begged all of the gods that she had ever heard of for death to come and take her and make the pain end. But for the majority of her suffering on the cross, she had still balked at the notion of death and her mind reeled at her impending doom.

She began to wonder what the Master would do to her body after she perished. She remembered being made to violate Eve’s crucified corpse after she had perished. Even though that had happened only yesterday, it felt like ages ago to Alice. Alice began to desperately pray that somehow she might be taken back to her village and buried there among her ancestors. Even as the notion blossomed in her mind, she realized it’s futility.

The Master approached her on the cross and looked up at her she squirmed. He reached out and squeezed her perky breasts roughly to get her attention. She yelped as he pinched her sensitive nipples.

“You do not have much time left. Are you ready to die, Alice?”

The Master was taunting her, just for his own amusement. Alice heard his words and she tried to shake her head emphatically and scream “no”. But all she could muster was the slightest head shake as she hung from the nails in her wrists.

The Master could see her fear and shame and pain and his cock throbbed hard at the sight of it all. He noticed Alice’s legs spread by the nails in her ankles and he looked at her vulnerable womanhood so degradingly on display.

He penetrated her vagina with three of his fingers, causing her to gasp and arch her back as her body tensed up on the cross. “As you suffer now, Alice, so you shall suffer for all eternity.” He said as he pushed his fingers ever deeper into her.

Alice shook with the uncomfortable sensation. The Master continued speaking. “Once you perish, I’m going to have the guards remove the cross from the floor here. They’ll carry you and your cross to the hill just up the road from here, and place it there, upright with your naked corpse on full display for everyone on the road. I’ll put up a sign saying ‘Disobedient Slave’ under you.”

The Master knew that every word he spoke was an assault on her mind, because no matter how she resisted, she knew he was a man of his word, and so as he spoke, she imagined it. It was like he was making her suffer for it right now, before it ever even came to pass.

“Imagine how many people will lay eyes on your naked body, just hanging there nailed? How many will come up and do things to your womanhood? Oh Alice, you are going to be degraded and humiliated long after your body perishes here.”

Alice did not have the capability to speak or cry because of the exhaustion and strain of crucifixion. But as the Master spoke her eyes said it all. She was so scared of death. And she did not have much more time…
 
Alice gasped as the Master finally removed his fingers from deep within her vagina. She sank down and hung as she slowly gathered up the strength to push up for another excruciating inhale on the cross.

Although the Master’s fingers no longer penetrated her throbbing womanhood, his words still eviscerated her mind. She knew that his threats were promises. And the revulsion at how her corpse would be displayed naked in public was too much for her.

Alice began to thrash on the cross, a final flood of adrenaline and panic coursing through her. Of course, this only make her squirm even more painfully against her nails. Her entire body was wracked with pain.

And she knew that it would be like this until she died, and faced whatever torment the afterlife had in store for her…
 
About half an hour before midnight, Alice went still and stopped breathing. The Master watched her final moments intently. She had been oscillating between fear and agony back and forth, but the final expression on her eyes and face was terror and panic.

The Master sat and looked at her still body for a while, but finally he left for the night, to go to his soft bed. He made sure that his guards fulfilled his promise to Alice. Her cross was displayed just up the road, her naked corpse on display for all to see.

The Master went to sleep that night aroused at the fresh memories of the two slave girls he had crucified solely to satiate his own carnal appetites. It had been the best two days of his life. As his wife and one of his concubines lay on either side of him, he decided that in the morning he would go and walk the slave markets, see if there were any good ones to purchase. His wife’s breasts pressed up against his side as she slept. He looked at her and had all kinds of wicked ideas about what he could do to her if he wished…
 
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