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

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Just before sundown, the Lead Executioner ordered his men to force some water into the throats of the two condemned girls, Lexi and Eva, and to the cock-sucking slave Megan as well. He did not want any of them to pass out from dehydration and exhaustion, for the execution ritual would continue through the night. He also noticed that Penny was close to perishing due to the blood loss and bodily trauma from her various tortures, flogging, and crucifixion.

He doubted she would still be breathing when the sun finally dipped below the horizon.

On the crosses on either side of Penny, the slave girls moaned and cried out in pain sporadically as they writhed nude on their crosses. They still had lots of stamina for suffering left in their doomed bodies.

Penny was barely able to strain against her nails anymore to force oxygen into her lungs. She felt her vision closing in at the edges, as though darkness were slowly surrounding her from every angle.

Her entire body throbbed with pain, every tiny muscle spasming and screaming in agony as she tried instinctively to push up and arch her back for air. But her muscles could not do it. They were ravished. Just like her.

Her breasts jiggled on her pained chest as she began her weak, pathetic thrashing, her mind panicking as she realized this was the end. The end of everything for her. She hoped the Gods would be merciful. She was terrified to meet them and so scared of dying.

She felt dizzy, like the cross she was nailed to suddenly was spinning. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. She closed her eyes and her body relaxed as she fell unconscious due to hypoxia. She died moments later.

The two slave girls, nailed to wooden crosses just a few feet from Penny on either side of her, were writhing in too much agony to notice that she had died.

But the King had watched and stroked his cock as she died. He loved watching a crucified woman’s final moments.

In the boisterous, manically entertained crowd, slave girl Rei saw that Penny was finally still. She tried to assure herself that Penny’s suffering was at an end now, but that could not stop the ashamed tears from falling down her face…
 
The Lead Executioner ordered two of his men to work the heavy wooden wheel and lower the crosses. He wanted to give the two “decorative” slave girls a brief reprieve so that they suffered longer for the crowd’s enjoyment. Though, watching the skinny, raven-haired slave on the right cross arch her back and groan, he estimated that she would perish after a few more hours of crucifixion.

It mattered not, however. He had dozens of slave girls on standby behind the stage, ready to be fucked and crucified to keep the execution as aesthetically appealing as possible for the crowd. The Realm had an abundance of slaves, so it was of no concern.

The Lead Executioner was eager to replace the dead slave girl on the center cross with Lexi. Even after a full day of torture, she was still being very vocal with every time one of her orifices was penetrated. He nearly drooled as he imagined how she would sound as he nailed her to the cross…
 
Eva groaned as she felt a new pair of executioners penetrate her tender loins and anus with their cocks. She had been bouncing as men ravished her for hours now and she just wanted the humiliating torment to end. Mostly. For whenever she yearned for the double-penetration to cease, her brutalized mind reminder her with a shriek that crucifixion would come after that. She felt her breasts bounce on her chest, her wrists bound behind her back, the familiar high-pitched, carnal shriek of the slave she had been tortured with all day getting similarly double-fucked next to her. Eva cried out in agony.

Lexi wished she could stop yelping as the savage executioners ravished her, but she could not control it. Her throat hurt and her whole body ached.

She was not aware that Penny had perished, nor did she notice the thud of the crosses being lowered behind her.

The man ramming his cock into her ass squeezed her hips and grunted happily as he finished within her. Moments later the man laying on the bench began to ejaculate into her throbbing womanhood, his hips stopping their methodical thrusting beneath her.

Lexi was pulled up so the man below her could withdraw his manhood and vacate the bench for the next man, continuing her humiliating degradation. As had been happening for hours. Since she had watched poor Penny get nailed.

There was a pause. And then another. Normally the methodical men did not take so long to get a new pair of men into her on the bench. Lexi noticed that night was falling. Then she felt hands on her arms turn her around towards the crosses…
 
Lexi looked at the crosses, lowered to the stage the way that they had been when Penny had been nailed to the center one. For a moment Lexi was perplexed.

For the two slave girls who had been crucified alongside Penny were still nailed to their crosses, bodies trembling in agony, breasts heaving, tears streaming from their eyes, jaws open as they greedily gulped down air. But the center cross was empty.

In the ever-growing darkness, Lexi thought the cross was covered in strange shadows, not the dark stains where blood from Penny’s flogged back had soaked into the thick wooden shaft.

About a third of the way through Lexi’s slow march, flanked by two naked executioners, towards the center cross, it dawned upon her that Penny must have perished. Lexi gasped as she realized that they had already unceremoniously removed her corpse. Lexi realized that she would never see Penny again. She wondered if they would burn or bury her body. Then she wondered what they would do to her body once she perished on the cross.

Lexi froze as her eyes locked onto the empty center cross. Her cross. The executioners flanking her propelled her forward. Her march towards her crucifixion did not slow at all.
 
Lexi was dragged by her upper arms to the center cross and made to stand above the thick, main shaft of it. The executioners flanking her lowered her to her knees. She felt the rough wood against her inner thighs. She looked down at the intersection of the beam she straddled and the crossbeam. She remembered how Penny had been forced to press her breasts together while a man pleasured himself with her execution.

Now it was her turn. Her time to suffer. She shuddered at the thought and wanted to cry and scream but she did not have the energy or control.

A muscular man with a very large cock walked over to her. She had seen him throughout the day. He seemed to be the Lead Executioner, fulfilling the King’s cruel sentence with efficient brutality. His huge cock bobbed erect from his chiseled groin.

He looked her in the eyes and spoke to her. “Slave, how much would you like this to hurt?” She looked up from his eager penis and saw that he was smiling. It shocked her. But then she saw the pair of nails in his left hand and the hammer in the other. They had lit torches around the stage, and the firelight glistening off of the angles of the iron made the hammer and nails look hellish.

Lexi gulped, her mind reeling at his question. “Please…” was all that escaped her breathless mouth. The Lead Executioner’s smile widened.

“The better you pleasure me, the better I’ll fulfill your sentence, slave.” Tools of her execution still in his hands, he nodded down at his penis. Lexi understood.

Hand still bound behind her back, legs straddling the cross she was soon to be nailed to, she began to shamefully suck the cock of the man who would put her to death…
 
Lexi sucked diligently at the Lead Executioner’s massive cock, bobbing her head and upper body back as forth as she did her best to pleasure him with her mouth. Had her hands not been bound behind her back, she would use those to stroke the base of his penis massage his balls. Or just hold onto his legs for support. Her body was shaking with exhaustion. And fear.

On either side of Lexi, the two crucified slave girls lay in pain, their limbs painfully nailed to the lower crosses. The blonde on the left cross stared up at the night sky and tried to control her breathing. She knew that thinking about the cross being raised back up again would cause her to panic and squirm. And any movement while nailed to the cross caused pain. The raven-haired slave was not as wise, and her desperate eyes roved the stage as she looked to see the thing she craved; an indication that someone was coming to pry her nails out and take her off of the wretched stage. She was in denial that she would be crucified unto death when she had done nothing wrong.

Near the King’s sacred seat, watching over the execution, slave girl Megan knelt, her mouth freshly violated by licking clean another executioner’s cock.

And at the front of the stage, the girl who had days ago been a rich duchess, bounced and groaned as a pair of executioners thrust their hard cocks into her womanhood and her ass. Eva looked at the crowd; they were watching, entertained. Slaves, escorted by city guards, were handing out food and drinks to the crowd. She recognized the work of the Royal kitchens, from her brief time working at the palace.

It felt like another heavy layer on the shame she felt; that the King was giving freely to the people just so they could feel good and nourished while they watched her suffer.

Eva cried out in anguish. She figured they would double fuck her all night like this while the slaves languished on their crosses and then once it was daylight, then she would be crucified. She groaned at the horrible thought. But the King had approved some special degradation that she knew nothing about…
 
Lexi was growing desperate. She felt like she had been sucking diligently for a long time on the Lead Executioner’s rock-hard cock, but the man was not finishing in her mouth. She worried that he was not pleased with her sucking, and that he would torture her more for it.

The Lead Executioner stretched his arms as the condemned slave sucked him off diligently. She was doing a fine job, but he was a man who was no stranger to sensual pleasure. He needed more from her before he could finish. And he knew just what he wanted from her.

He motioned to his men and stepped back from her. She averted her eyes down respectfully and was silent. He approved of her reaction. He watched as a pair of his men crouched down behind her and began to untie the cord binding her wrists…
 
Lexi was still and compliant as the executioners behind her untied her wrists. She savored letting her mouth hang open, breathing normally, her eyes staring at nothing in particular. She knew something very bad was about to happen. She was simply too shocked and traumatized to do anything about it.

The men who untied her wrist placed their hands on her arms and hips. Not roughly, but not necessarily gently either. Just firmly and apathetically.

The men rotated her and laid her back simultaneously. It happened so smoothly and effortlessly that it took her mind a moment to catch up. She was laying on the cross, the crossbeam running perpendicular to her body just underneath her shoulder blades.

Lexi looked up at the two executioners who had laid her down. Both were muscular, about a half decade older than her. Their cocks dangled between their legs as they moved away from each other, staying crouched, each one holding onto one of her arms. They pulled them out to her sides, running along the crossbeam. Lexi’s breathing began to intensify as she braced herself to be nailed to the cross.

The Lead Executioner who’s cock she had been sucking moments before stepped over her so that he stood above her, looking down at her helpless, naked body, then over each of her secured arms, and he nodded curtly, like a craftsman inspecting a piece of gear.

He stepped over her and knelt by her right arm and placed a big, iron nail above her wrist. He raised his hammer and slammed it down.

Lexi screamed as the horrific pain lanced through her body, her entire skinny frame tensing up and languishing against the wood. The two men holding her arms held her in place, with minimal effort.

The Lead Executioner slammed the hammer down four more times, eliciting a scream from Lexi each time that made her own ears ring. Then he stood, walked over her, and knelt by her other wrist. Without any pause or ceremony, he nailed her left wrist, in three powerful hammer strikes.

Lexi kept shrieking even one the hammering stopped. Her legs kicked and twitched feebly from the pain, her taut stomach pulled in from the agony, her chest rising and falling from the screaming, her nipples inexplicably hard, tears welling up in her eyes.

The Lead Executioner, hammer still in his right hand, pivoted and straddled her, on his knees, his balls resting on her sternum. He looked at her trembling in agony and without stroking his cock, he ejaculated powerfully onto her face and neck.

She was stunned and degraded at the sudden warm semen rocketing onto her face. She gasped and laid her head back on the wood of the cross, too shocked to keep screaming, but still in incredible pain.

One of the men who had been holding her arms offered the Lead Executioner a pair of nails. The Lead Executioner waved them away dismissively. “Why don’t you two fuck her first before we nail her feet.” He said plainly, without emotion or malice.

Lexi’s lip quivered at the notion…
 
Lexi’s pain intensified moments later when one of the men who had held her down during the nailing of her wrists spread her legs wide and thrust into her. Lexi screamed as he fucked her vigorously. As she rocked back and forth painfully from the rough intercourse, anchored by her two impaled wrists, she felt the Lead Executioner’s smattering of warm semen on her face and her perky breasts bouncing on her stretched chest.

She wondered why the executioner was being so cruel as he fucked her so roughly. Above her head, the other executioner who had held her down knelt and began stroking his cock while he stared at her chest.

The executioner who was thrusting hard into Lexi could not have cared less about how much or how little she suffered. He was a loyal citizen of the Realm and took his duty as a royally-appointed executioner seriously. His Gods-ordained responsibility here was to honor the Lead Executioner’s orders and to complete within this condemned slave before she is crucified. He looked over the slave girl. He did not know her name. She was clearly in a lot of pain, but the way her arms were stretched out and nailed to the wood of the cross pulled her chest tight and accentuated her perky breasts. It aroused him, but he had already been doing his duty all day, and he had already fucked this slave in the ass a few hours before, and the former-duchess a couple of times as well. His stamina was nearly depleted. After this he would rotate to other duties until his loins were reinvigorated.

He felt himself nearing completion and began thrusting even harder and deeper, increasing the volume of the slave girl’s cries of carnal anguish. His fellow executioner straddling her head erupted semen all over her chest. And then he felt himself begun ejaculating inside of the slave girl. He let out a grunt of victory and pulled his cock out of her, ensuring that the last couple squirts of his manhood ended up splattered on her groin.

He stood up and the Lead Executioner stepped over, hammer and a pair of nails in hand. The executioner knelt down and felt his hips relax and his cock sway wearily as he grabbed the slave girl’s right leg and maneuvered it into position in the side of the cross beam while his fellow executioner secured her other leg.

Lexi felt the men placing her legs. While it was of some relief that she was not being fucked anymore, grinding against the nails in her wrists, she knew now that her ankles were about to be nailed. She hyperventilated at imagining the pain she felt in her arms replicated in her legs. She had no idea that it would be worse…
 
The excruciating pain that shot through Lexi’s leg when the hammer drive the nail through her leg just above the ankle and pinned it to the side of the cross was the most shocking thing she had ever experienced. She screamed so loud that she tasted blood in her throat. The Lead Executioner swung the hammer thrice more for her right leg and an equal number of times for her left leg. Lexi was nailed to the cross.

Her screaming abated after a few moments, though the pain did not. She already felt her body’s primal urge to strain against the iron spikes impaling her limbs, but she knew that would only exacerbate her pain. She realized that she would be forced to move once the cross was raised.

If any stamina or willpower had remained within shattered Lexi, she would have audibly shouted the pleas that ran through her mind to the King and executioners. No please don’t do this! I beg of you! I will do anything! In the Gods’ names have mercy! Please! No!

But Lexi did not say a word. She just breathed raggedly, her naked, skinny body trembling from the pain, sweaty and splattered with the ejaculate of multiple of the men who had worked to put her death. All for a crime she did not commit.

Lexi felt the cross rumble underneath her. She whimpered in fear. She looked over at the slave girl on her right, plump breasts rising and falling anxiously, her eyes locked upward, desperate and wide-eyed. Lexi could see in her forced determination that the pain was about to be beyond brutal.

Lexi wondered if she would have the stamina to speak while crucified. Her face flushed with renewed shame and humiliation as she realized that her last words before being crucified were “please” when faced with the hard cock of the man who nailed her to this instrument of death.

Lexi wondered what her last words in life should be, but the thought was yanked from her immediately as the crosses began to rotate up, and her body weight shifted slightly to rest more on the nails in her wrists and ankles and a whole new level of suffering shattered her mind.

The crowd applauded as the three slaves’ crosses were raised up…
 
The Lead Executioner sauntered over to King Niro, his cock dangling between his legs, freshly damp from the cock-cleaning slave girl’s mouth.

He bowed respectfully. The King nodded back, clearly happy with how the execution was proceeding.

“Your work is masterful, as always.” The King said earnestly. “How long will these three last?” He gestured calmly at the three slaves being raised up in their crosses. A pair of muscular executioners were working the wheel, raising the crosses up at a leisurely pace to let the crowd enjoy seeing the suffering grow on the condemned girls’ faces. They were nearly halfway to their upright position and the three naked girls were already squirming and gasping in agony. It was delightful.

“Always impossible to know, Your Emminence. The Gods always get the suffering they demand, as is good and sacred. That one,” he gestured at the skinny, dark haired slave with perky breasts and pointy little nipples. “she’ll perish first. Definitely by sunrise. The other two shouldn’t last much beyond that.”

“Good.” The King said. “I’d like the former duchess crucified on the central cross tomorrow. For all to watch.”

“Absolutely, my King.” The Lead Executioner said with a respectful bow. “Once the crosses are raised, may we proceed with the former duchess’s ‘gift to the people’?”

The King smiled and nodded. “Yes. Yes, of course. I’ll address them. In a moment, of course.” The King gestured for a slave to bring him a glass of wine.

The Lead Executioner nodded and gestured to a few of his men to prepare. Not far from where he stood, the crosses were nearly fully raised…
 
The crosses slammed into their fully upright position, perfectly perpendicular to the stage, and Lexi gasped loudly at the shocking pain of having all of her body weight rest on the four nails pinning her to the cross. Her legs tensed at the searing pain, causing a cascade of clenching that rocketed up to her ass, across her back and into her shoulders as she let out a primal cry of agony.

The slow, torturous rising of the crosses had been pure suffering, but, to Lexi’s horror, the cross being upright was even worse. Bare seconds into being fully crucified, and Lexi’s mind nearly shattered at the idea of suffering like this for hours. She forced her muscles to relax, causing her knees to bend and her arms to stretch out painfully as her body lowered. She realized that with her ankles nailed on either side of the cross, that no position she could contort herself into would cover up any part of her nudity. She would suffer naked on full display for all to leer at.

She whimpered and squirmed and began the “dance of the crucified”.

Down below on the stage, Eva moaned as two men fucked her hard in her aching womanhood and throbbing ass. She had lost count hours ago of how many men had ravaged her during this execution. She felt the man below her on the bench, whose hands rested on her rib cage just below her bouncing breasts while he rammed his girthy cock into her, tense up and grunt as he finished within her. Moments later, the man behind her sodomizing her vigorously squeezed her hips tightly as he finished as well.

They pulled out and she gasped breathlessly, waiting for the next inevitable pair of men to begin torturing her with their manhoods. But she was pulled back from the bench by a pair of men behind her. Her legs shook as she stood on the stage, her naked body drenched in sweat, and her momentary relief at being pulled away from the bench gave way to a wave of terror; what torture would she be subjected to next?

Eva gulped and looked out at the crowd, her eyes wide with fear…
 
Eva felt the men who had pulled her back from the bench let go of her arms, leaving her standing naked and confused on the stage. Her hands had been bound behind her back for hours, and her pale skin glistened with sweat. Her large breasts dangled from her chest, her wide cleavage flanked by her large, round, dark pink nipples. Her lips quivered as she looked at the crowd and saw countless faces staring back at her. Their pitiless eyes roaming over her naked, trembling body.

Eva yelped with fright as she felt a strong hand grab a fistful of her hair just behind her skull and yank her up slightly, to demonstrate that she was under his thrall. The crowd cheered and Eva was not surprised when she heard the King’s voice coming from just behind her and above her head.

With her hands bound and his strong grip on her hair, she was powerless and utterly humiliated. As he spoke he jerked her head a bit every few seconds, to make her body tense up and her breasts jiggle more.

“Loyal and blessed citizens of the Realm!” He began. The crowd roared in fervent approval of their King. “This traitorous whore has more suffering to do before she endures her punishment!”

The crowd cheered loudly and Eva began to hyperventilate with fear…
 
The King continued to address the excited crowd as he held Eva by a fistful of her hair like a naked trophy. “As the Gods will in their Sacred Edicts, she has suffered mightily since being sentenced to crucifixion! And my executioners have been exemplary!” The crowd roared in ecstatic agreement.

Up on the cross, Lexi could hear the King’s words but she was in too much pain to make sense of them. She assumed the crowd was cheering at her agony and she moaned as she pushed herself up for an excruciating breath.

The King waited until the crowd’s cheering subsided a bit. He wanted his executioners to hear the praise of their fellow citizens. “Great people of the Realm! By the will of the Gods not only must this traitor suffer, but you also should be rewarded for your pious loyalty!”

The crowd cheered even louder. The King smiled. He placed his foot on the back of Eva’s calf and pushed her head down, dropping her to her knees. She whimpered at the degrading and sudden jolt. He let go of her hair and stepped back while a pair of executioners descended upon her and began to untie her wrists, only to retire them again in front of her as opposed to behind her back.

“For the rest of this glorious night of sacred suffering of the condemned, you great people of the Realm, can ascend to this stage and have your way with this traitor!”

Eva heard the words and blushed intently as a hook on a thin but strong cord was pulled over and affixed to the rope binding her wrists. She looked up and saw that a cable had been run high above the stage, parallel to it, so as not to distract from the three crucified slave girls. And the cord dangled from that on a small pulley so they she could be strung up at the wrists and stretched taut for the men of the Realm to come and ravage her.

Eva saw men jostling eagerly in the crowd towards a throng of guards who were forming at the stairs to the stage that she had descended hours ago. Back when she still held hope that this could be resolved. Now, after hours of public torture and humiliation, she no longer held such naive hopes…
 
The first night of the execution was a drastically different experience depending on the perspective of the person. For the citizens of the Realm, it was a delightful night of revelry; free food, free libations, and the entertainment of public crucifixion and suffering of the condemned.

For Eva, it was a nightmare. Men of the Realm were let up one at a time or in pairs, to fuck her as they pleased. Once a while a man would pay the guards with a hefty satchel of coin and they would lower her from the hook hoisting her up and she would be made to suck the cock of the wealthy citizen while executioners fucked her from behind. She hated swallowing their ejaculate when they finally erupted in her parched mouth.

Megan the cock-cleaning slave was growing exhausted from being awake for long and from sucking so many cocks clean with her mouth. She just wanted this degrading, horrifying public execution to end.

Slave girl Rei, who hated seeing innocent Lexi suffer and strain and writhe naked on the cross, was made to stay and watch well into the night. Master Elbrus went and paid the guards and the former-duchess was lowered to suck his cock on the stage. Rei watched in horror as Master Elbrus turned to stare up at Lexi on the cross as the condemned former-duchess sucked his cock. He finished quicker than most of the other men who went up to the stage. But, to her relief, after that Master Elbrus retired home and she was allowed to leave with him.

Rei looked up at Lexi one last time and bit her lip in deep shame and regret and guilt.
 
Up on the cross, Lexi endured the night with no dignity or reprieve whatsoever. She repeated the cruel “dance of the crucified” over and over and over again. It began as she was hanging there, muscles relaxed but still pained and twitching painfully, her knees bent and her legs radiating pain from her weight resting on the nails in her ankles. Her arms stretched out and up, her head resting a little lower than the level that her wrists were nailed at. Her chest stretched tight, her perky breasts on full display. Then she would feel the need to breathe rising within her. The lack of oxygen in her lungs burning in a way. She would try to suppress her urge to struggle for air. She wanted to stay still and rest and perish.

But her body fought her mind. She would inevitably begin to work her exhausted, brutalized muscles to raise herself for some air. Sometimes she used her legs. Sometimes her arms and shoulders. Sometimes a combination of the muscle groups. No matter how she raised herself up, it only multiplied the pain wracking her body. It was the most torturous, agonizing pain a human could endure. And she had no way to make it stop.

Lexi suffered all night on the cross. She did not notice the skinny slave on her left perish a couple hours after midnight. Nor did she see when the blonde slave on her right spasmed violently in her final minutes, less than an hour before sunrise.
 
Eva had not noticed the horizon begin to grow pale as dawn approached. Her mind could not escape the painful, degrading immediacy of men shoving their cocks into her vigorously. It had been going on all night. She just wanted a reprieve. Some rest and some water and some mercy!

When the first sliver of sunlight radiated over the rooftops of the city and fell upon the stage of suffering, the crowd had cheered. The man fucking Eva as she was strung up by the wrists finished inside of her and she was lowered down. She went limp as she was allowed to drop to her knees and even as executioners untied her wrists she was too exhausted and traumatized to move at all.

She was surprised that they did not tie her hands behind her back as a pair of executioners gripped her arms and easily marched her towards the bench. The horrible bench of double penetration. Eva wanted to resist. To run. But she had no strength or willpower left.

A man lay down on the bench and stroked his cock to get it hard. He was well endowed and Eva trembled at the idea of his member going inside her.

The two executioners escorting her maneuvered her over his thighs and they had to push her to stand on her tiptoes so her could grip his cock and aim his bulbous tip into her. She moaned as the head of his cock rubbed against her throbbing labia.

The men pushed her to lower her hips and she gasped and reached down to steady herself, placing her hands onto the man’s muscular chest. He grabbed her hips and pushed her down even further. Eva yelped as his cock thrust into her deeply. And a moment later, another man rammed himself into her ass. Eva began breathlessly yelping as the two men fucked her roughly. Her breasts ached as they bounced wildly on her chest. She had suffered all night and now she was back on the bench of anguish. She almost yearned for the cross. Almost…
 
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