The Gods’ Edicts Part X - King Niro’s Wrath

[Illara]

Eva wondered wondered how her mind could register any more pain. She imagined that once her feet were nailed and the cross raised up, that her agony would multiply a hundredfold. She could not fathom it. For now, nailed at the wrists and still parallel to the stage, she was in the most vicious agony that she had ever experienced.

A new executioner replaced the one who had just ravaged her and began his cruel fucking, while another straddled her chest and pressed his inner thighs to her breasts, causing her large tits to caress his hard, veiny cock.

Eva closed her eyes as she was savaged in the cross. Her mouth never closed as she moaned and exclaimed at the carnal humiliation.

Over on the benches, the executioners inside of the two slave girls finished their sacred duties. Megan and Sara both braced for new men to take their places, but instead the strong arms behind them hefted them up and marched them back towards the crosses.

As Sara was taken towards the cross on the left of Eva and Megan towards the one on her right, both slave girls saw the former-duchess nailed at the wrists and suffering as an executioner fucked her hard and another pressed her breasts against his grinding cock.

Both slave girls’ hearts stopped for a moment at beholding such ghastly torture. But then they both beheld an empty cross before them.

Megan shook her head violently, too afraid to say “no”, but physically resisting out of sheer panic and instinct.

Sara began to hyperventilate, her mouth opening and closing wordlessly as she reeled at the thought of being executed for no reason.

Megan was set down onto the cross, where she continued to thrash in a panic. But she was petite and the two executioners holding her down had no problem doing so. A third executioner stepped over and knelt by her right wrist…

 

[Illara]

Sara felt the cord binding her wrists behind her back being untied. She could not look away from the empty cross before her. She saw the dark stains of sweat and blood from the previous victims of it on the rough wood and her mind churned at the very notion of being crucified naked for no reason. She had been a loyal and obedient slave and she could not accept that this was happening.

But when the executioner behind her nudged her shoulder and gruffly said “Lay, slave.”, Sara suppressed a whimper and complied immediately. She was a good slave. She knelt and bent over the cross, her unbridled breasts swaying low from her chest and brushing against the wood. She rolled onto her back and rested her legs on either side of the cross shaft. She reached out and obediently laid her arms along the crossbeam.

She gasped slightly in shock and panic as she felt strong hands stretch her arms out even further. Her whole body began to shake in fear.

Mere meters from Sara, the executioner knelt over Megan’s right wrist swung down, driving an iron spike through her wrist and into the wood of the cross. Megan screamed louder than she thought herself capable of.

Sara’s fearful compliance finally broke and she began to mutter in a reverent whisper “no, please, no, spare me, please, I will do anything, please—n-no” but it was to no avail. An executioner nailed her left wrist and her world erupted in horrific pain.

The executioner straddling Eva’s chest looked and watched as the two slave girls were nailed at the wrists. Their screams, their thrashing and kicking, the supple breasts of the former-duchess pressed against his cock and his inner thighs, her loud, breathless moans as his mate fucked her hard; it was intoxicating arousing to him.

He ejaculated powerfully, his hot manseed splattering all over Eva’s chest and neck. A few bits of it made it all the way onto her lower face. By the time his penis pumped out the last bit of cum, his fellow executioners were already nailing the slave girls’ feet…

 

[Illara]

Eva felt the man inside of her finish moments after the man riding her chest shot his load all over her collar and throat. She even felt a bit of the gross, warm ooze on her face.

Eva swallowed as the two men stood up from ravaging her. Her ears were nearly ringing with the shrill screams of the two slaves on either side of her getting nailed to their crosses.

Eva strained her neck to raise her head and look through the cum-drenched valley of her cleavage as she felt hands grip her lower legs. To her horror, she saw executioners on either side of the cross shaft, each one positioning her legs deliberately. The King stood above them, hammer still in hand, and a pair of nails in the other.

Eva gasped at realizing that they would nail each of her ankles on either side of the cross beam, exposing her throbbing womanhood to the crowd for the rest of her wretched life. Being nailed one foot atop the other would of course be horrific (Eva knew this and was reminded of it by the screams of the slaves flanking her), but somehow the idea of the extra humiliation and her body weight resting on each ankle individually instead of brought together sounded even more painful to Eva.

She began to shout “No no no no no!” But the King simply shook his head casually, like he was declining a refill of his drink.

A moment later, he knelt and handed one of the two nails to an executioner. It was placed next to her ankle, the sharp tip poised to pin her leg to the side of the cross.

Eva quelled her primal, panicked thrashing. Straining against the executioners would only make it hurt worse, she imagined.

Trying to control her breathing, and failing, Eva looked up at the sky and felt tears well up in her eyes. Then the King’s hammer struck and Eva shrieked in excruciating pain…

 

[Illara]

It took King Niro seven hammer strikes on Eva’s left ankle and eight on her right. Eva cried out in sheer agony with every breath, even after he had stopped slamming the hammer down on the nails.

Eva was ready to be crucified, with a splattering of cum on her upper chest and neck, and four nails pinning her to the cross.

On either side of her, the slave girls were also ready, their wrists nailed and their feet placed one atop the other, with a single driven through them to pin the slaves to their crosses.

Eva was still shaking violently from the pain of having her ankles nailed.

Megan was thrashing on the cross, in excruciating pain, her mind reeling in denial that this was happening.

Sara was hyperventilating, in shock that this was happening and wondering morbidly how long she would cling to agonizing life once her cross was lifted.

The Lead Executioner looked upon the suffering of the three women, aroused by their nakedness and suffering. He was a pious man after all, and it would be odd if he were not enraptured by sacred suffering of the deserving.

He snapped his fingers at two of his subordinates. They nodded obediently and stepped over to the massive wooden wheel that raised up the crosses…

 

[Illara]

The executioners raising the crosses up were under orders to go slowly, for two reasons. Firstly, so that the naked, crucified women were slowly and entertainingly revealed to the crowd in their final resting places up on the crosses. And secondly, and most importantly, to torture the mind of the condemned as their suffering slowly multiplied the higher and higher the crosses rotated. The executioners were in no rush; the wheel was heavy and both men were somewhat tired after fucking the condemned girls a handful of times in the last few hours.

As the three crosses rotated up, Megan began to scream in pain and horror at how much pain was being enacted upon her petite body. Eva squirmed and could not stop the loud, deep moans as her body was racked with pure agony. Sara writhed and shook her head back and forth, her chest rising and falling rapidly as the pain shot through her body.

Eva felt the semen of some of her executioners shifting down her chest, her movements causing some of the warm liquid of drip down her breast. She blushed at her humiliating nudity and looked out at the cheering crowd, horrified and utterly bereft of hope and dignity.

 

[Illara]

The crosses thudded into their upright position, perpendicular to the stage. Former-duchess Eva, daughter of Lord Caldlow of the Northrohm Heights, was crucified, flanked by two slave girls.

Eva gasped as all of her body weight now rested on the nails in her wrists and ankles. The pain arcing down her arms and into her stretched chest was extreme, so she tensed her legs and pressed against the nails in her ankles, pushing her up. This reduced the pain in her arms and chest a bit, but it magnified the pain radiating brutally from where her ankles were nailed. Eva cried out and sank back down, the pain in her ankles too intense. As her breasts swayed slightly from her stretched chest, the pain magnified in her arms and chest.

Eva let out a deep moan, not unlike the one that had escaped her mouth the first time she was double penetrated the day before. Only this moan was one of shock and despair.

She truly understood how unrelentingly painful this would be. Eva began to do the “dance of the crucified”, her pain shifting but never abating, her naked body fully on display, and the excruciating agony written for all to see on her beautiful face, beat red with exertion and drenched in sweat.

Down below on the stage, the King nodded at the Lead Executioner. “Well done.” He said sincerely.

The Lead Executioner bowed. “It is my absolutely pleasure, your Highness.”

 

[Illara]

The crowd enjoyed the sight of Eva struggling on her cross. She was young and in good health, having been a noble her entire life, and as such she put on a great show in her suffering.

Slave girls Sara and Megan also squirmed and moaned for the crowd’s pleasure.

All three crucified women had large breasts that bounced and jiggled when they pushed up for air or sank back down for rest.

The crowd did thin after many hours of enjoying Eva’s suffering in particular, but it dissipated slowly.

Near sundown, The King finally departed for this Royal Palace, after watching Eva suffer all day.

Unfortunately for them, all three crucified women survived through the night, in incredible agony while they watched some people still cling to revelry and party in the square below them.

A few hours after sunrise, Megan perished, her final thoughts a chaotic cacophony of shame, horror, and pain.

About three hours after noon, Sara tried to push up against the nails impaling her, but her muscles had grown too weak. She died minutes later.

And then it was just Eva…crucified alone, in terrible agony…wondering when her torture would end…

 

[Illara]

Eva was in extreme agony on the cross, her muscles burning with every pained spasm, pain radiating brutally from each of her nailed limbs. The cum of her executioners had long since been diluted by her own sweat, but that had not made her nudity any less humiliating.

As she pushed up against her nails in a torturous rise up for air, knowing full well that her primal instincts were only prolonging her suffering on the cross, she swiveled her strained neck painfully to look at the slave girls who had been crucified alongside her.

She saw from both of their stillness that they were dead. She wondered if they were at peace now. She wondered if they had misbehaved or been disobedient and earned their punishment, or if they had just been unlucky and suffered horribly for it, like she had. Seeing their naked bodies still on display, heads hung low with mouths agape from the pain they had suffered in their final days, Eva doubted that their souls were at peace. She imagined the Gods were continuing to punish them and would for all eternity.

Eva sank back down and felt her breasts bounce together as she did. She groaned at the pain shifting in her body. It shifted whenever she moved but never ever was reduced or made more bearable.

She looked up at the horizon a few minutes later, when she again pushed up painfully against her nails. The sun was not far from the tops of the more distant buildings. It would be nightfall soon, she reckoned.

She tried to take solace in knowing that she would die in darkness, as though it might somehow make her shame less. But that possibility was long gone. The entire Realm had watched her get ravaged on stage for days. Beheld her naked and crucified before returning to their lives. Down in the city square, she only had about three dozen people watching her suffer.

She had lost count of how many men had neared the stage and put their hands down their pants, and stared up at her suffering while they pleasured themselves to completion. No matter how many times it happened, it still humiliated and degraded her just as harshly every single time.

As the sky darkened, city guards came and lit torches around the stage, so that her and the dead slaves flanking her were well illuminated.

Eva groaned and prayed for mercy from all of the Gods of the realm. They were silent…

 

[Illara]

Eva’s second night crucified felt like a brutal marathon of suffering longer than her whole life up until her crucifixion. She kept trying to think of memories from her life, particularly pleasant ones, but the pain of her crucifixion never let her dwell on the memories beyond the barest of recollections.

It was as though her executioners had stripped away her humanity the same way they had stripped off her clothes. There was no Duchess Eva Caldlow. No life lived for just over two decades. Her education, her aspirations, her ideas, her hopes. They had all dwindled with each cock that had been publicly thrust into her and utterly annihilated by each nail pinning her to the cross. She was a husk now. A carnal vessel of suffering and shame before the Realm and the Gods.

Eva noticed that she was drooling onto her right breast as she hung low, the unrelenting pain coursing through her body. She saw the shimmer of her saliva glisten on the soft flesh just above her hard nipple. She could see it quite clearly. As she pressed up and let out a weak moan of pain, she saw that the sun was rising. It was her third day crucified.

She breathed in and sank back down. She looked down at the empty stage and at the city square, nearly empty in the early morning light. A half a dozen citizens, walking purposefully, gazing up at her occasionally.

Eva realized that the King would miss her final moments. She was shocked that she suddenly got so emotional. She gasped and shuddered, as though sobbing, though she was too dehydrated for tears.

He sentences me to this brutal death for nothing, makes me suffer the ultimate shame, and then he is not here to see it all fulfilled!?

Eva writhed in pain and anguish on her cross, and precious few witnessed it. Those who did were drawn to the way her breasts swayed on her chest as she squirmed in agony and despair.

Eva pushed up against her nails, for probably the thousandth time since her cross went up. Her muscles were weakening. She hoped her torture would end soon…

 

[Illara]

Eva suffered nearly all of the morning hours, her excruciating pain unrelenting. But finally, about half an hour before noon, with the heat of the day approaching its apex, her body began to finally fail her.

Eva was in too much brutal pain to notice until it was suddenly upon her. She hung there, a strange delirium dancing around in her mind. Not a peaceful one but the panic of a dying animal. She had stopped sweating about an hour before, her dehydrated throat stinging with every painful breath.

Eva thought for a moment that she heard someone say something. A man. Maybe a guard. Maybe they would take her down. Maybe the King had reversed his cruel judgement.

Eva tried to look up and see, but her muscles would not respond. She wanted to look. Wanted to hope. Wanted to move her eyes away from staring down at her naked body, humiliatingly on display.

But she couldn’t. She began to scream; in her mind only, of course, for her body was too weak to make noise now.

No. No. No! No! No! I do not want to die! Please! No!

But the sharp pain coursing through her body began to worsen, to her horror, magnifying and washing over her, spreading from her chest.

She tried to inhale but could not. Her vision blurred and Eva perished on the cross.

 

[Illara]

-Epilogue-

King Niro was informed of Eva Caldlow’s passing on the cross a few hours after it had occurred. He had ordered her body (as well as the two slaves crucified alongside her) remain on display on the raised crosses for another week before they were to be taken down and burned.

In the Northrohm Hills, Eva’s father and his entire house were already fracturing; some (led by her father) fleeing the Realm in open rebellion, others flocking to swear desperate fealty to the King.

King Niro did not care. The Realm was his and he had the Gods on his side. Everything would be fine.

Far from the opulent palace of King Niro, on the compound owned by Master Elbrus, loyal citizen of the Realm, a slave girl named Rei was filled with guilt over the lie she had told that had led to two of her fellow slaves, Penny and Lexi, being horribly tortured and crucified to death publicly.

Many slave girls died in that execution Rei told herself as she wiped away a stray tear running down her cheek. All because of you.

Rei was on her hands and knees, cleaning some stains leftover from one of the Master’s children spilling some food.

She caught movement in her peripheral vision and looked up cautiously. Walking near her was a woman in her early thirties, short and curvy, with long, clean black hair, dressed in a tight white dressed with gold bracelets and a gold chain around her waist. A pious Priestess of the Sisters of Suffering; a sacred thrall of the Gods and a living vessel for all that is pure and sacred.

That was what Rei had always been told of the Sisters of Suffering. She had never spoken to one before.

Rei looked back down at her work, the Priestess had taken no notice of her. But then a memory flashed into her mind: a vision of Penny, naked and nailed to the cross, writhing in extreme agony.

Rei gulped. She had to cleanse her soul and atone for her sins. For her deadly deception. She stood up and turned to the Priestess.

“Forgive me, Priestess.” She said nervously. “May I speak with you? Just for a moment. I must confess something. I wish to be forgiven by the Gods.”

The Priestess was silent for a moment. Then she nodded, and Rei approached her, feeling very exposed and humiliated in her skimpy slave’s garb before the pious woman.

“Tell me everything, slave.”

—-To be continued…

 

[CrucifixionMeReal]

Lexi’s agony on the cross had only magnified over the course of the brutal night. Even the most minute movement while nailed to the cross caused pain to radiate through her.

Lexi sank down after writhing up for a strained breath, and felt the pain shoot through her arms and back as her knees bent and her weight shifted on the nails impaling her limbs to the cross. She looked down at her naked body, and her eyes focused. The sun had risen and was illuminating her pale, desecrated body for the all in the audience to behold.

Lexi whimpered. Of course her humiliating display had not improved over the brutal night, but it hurt her nonetheless that she was going to perish in such a degrading display, her womanhood spread on full display, her breasts fully exposed. All of her, naked and revealed for all to see. The ejaculate of her executioners that had been splattered upon her before the crosses went up had either caked on her skin or mixed in with her sweat and dripped further down her body. Lexi’s hair was matted to her sweaty forehead, her mouth hung open in pain, and her pink nipples grew hard for some reason.

She looked up from her exposed body and beheld the crowd. What a massive crowd. She was stunned that it looked just as densely packed as it had the previous day when her horrific suffering had began; if the crowd had thinned overnight, it had not been a margin great enough for her to notice.

Lexi quivered with pain and utter, deep shame. So many people of the Realm were looking upon her and her agony and they were not accepting of it; they were celebrating it.

Lexi fought back tears from the horrific cruelty. She rested her head down for a moment and felt the familiar, painful tightness begin blooming in her chest. She tightened her arms to begin pulling up for some air. The muscles in her skinny arms twitched and spasmed painfully, but they did not flex enough to pull her up.

It had been this way for a while now. She was losing strength. She began writhing side to side, the many muscles in her back and hips and legs working to move her up slowly. It had been difficult and extremely painful work since the moment the cross was raised, but this time her muscles just were not performing.

Lexi felt an instinctual panic erupt in her mind as her body failed to execute the commands the gave it. She gasped and tensed every muscle in her body desperately. This made her back arch a bit and her breasts jiggle and she came up a little bit, and then sank back down. Her final effort got her head barely above the height that her wrists were nailed at.

This would be the end. Lexi felt the tight pain in her chest growing and she balked at dying in this horrible way. She wanted to scream but she could not muster the air or effort. She tried to think of happy memories from her brutally short life but she found her mind yanked only to the darkest memories. Her village’s ransacking and her capture and enslavement. Penny holding her as she screamed as Master Elbrus took her virginity. Poor Penny. The first time she had been fucked on all fours in front of the crowd by the King with his massive cock. Being nailed to this cursed cross.

Lexi felt despair well up within her. She tried to look out at the crowd. Or around the stage. She wanted to look into someone’s eyes as she died. To maybe see some sympathy or humanity or maybe just feel less alone as she died. Her neck muscles tried, and all she got in her final moments was a brief glance at the naked, dead slave girls nailed to the crosses on either side of her.

Lexi, through torturous exhaustion and muscle failure, was forced to look down upon her naked body as she perished. Her final thought was why did they hurt me so much?

I envy Agony Lexi