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

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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?
 
Eva felt the men double penetrating her finish within her. She had suffered at least a dozen men since the sun had risen and she had been put back upon the bench of shameful suffering.

As the men withdrew their cocks from her, she expected new ones to take their place, but instead she was pulled back from the bench and marched towards the King.

She looked up at the crosses and saw that the petite slave girl she had been condemned with had died on the central cross, flanked by two other dead slave girls.

Eva looked at the King and saw him sitting in his makeshift throne, a smile upon his face and his cock growing erect between his legs. Eva gasped. I am next she thought with horror and trepidation.
 
Eva was marched over to the King and when the executioners escorting her released their grips on her arms, she obediently fell to her knees and clasped her unbound hands behind her back in a display of submission. She had absolutely no dignity left. Only aversion to further suffering.

The King chuckled and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Eva remembered his words when she had first been brought up upon the stage and sentenced to death by crucifixion; “I am going to take your virginity myself. And then you shall be tortured for a long time. And then, once you have suffered, I will let you please me.” The King had said to her. “And once you have pleasured me, then as a merciful reward, I will crucify you myself. And you shall perish in agony as you deserve.”

Even though the King had spoken these horrific words to her the previous morning, it felt like a lifetime ago. Eva blushed as she remembered the King roughly taking her virginity. Her lip trembled as the shameful agony of her torment since then washed over her anew. And now she looked upon the King’s huge cock; the one that had ravaged her loins for the very first time. And she trembled, for she realized now the King was offering her a choice.

Unbound, naked and unrestrained before the King of the Realm, he was giving her the honor of pleasuring him with her body, and would then crucify her himself if she pleasured him satisfactorily. He did not have to say what would happen if she failed or refused; she knew that this sort of torture could go on for days. They had a legion of slaves to sacrifice during it and a myriad of cruel ways to degrade her and make her suffer.

Eva knew she had to do this. But the thought of pleasuring the King in order to provoke her own crucifixion made her breathing more rapid with sheer terror and anticipation. She wanted desperately to beg and plead for mercy. Promise him anything if he would spare her from the cross. But she knew…she knew that doing this would cause the King to immediately order her to suffer further. He would have her fucked and tortured relentlessly until she was begging for the cross.

Eva’s trembling body steadied. Better to get it over with she thought. I cannot suffer the bench any longer.

Blinking back tears, she straightened her back, causing her ample breasts to jiggle slightly on her chest, and looked intently at the King’s cock and then up into his eyes. She nodded ever slightly, asking permission silently to begin.

The King straightened his back as well and spoke to her loudly, so that many in the crowd could hear. “What do you wish, condemned traitor!?”

Eva gulped and then spoke. “To pleasure you, your Highness.”

“Louder!” The King roared.

Eva breathed deep and responded as loudly as she could. “I wish to pleasure you, blessed King!”

“Why!?” The King asked firmly.

Eva understood. She took a deep breath and responded loudly and slowly. “I wish to please you, Your Highness, that you might mercifully crucify me and do the Gods’ will!”

“You may proceed!” The King said with a theatric wave of his hand.

The crowd roared as Eva gripped the base of the King’s cock and stroked as she began sucking him off.
 
Eva had been stripped of all dignity and willpower by the day and night of humiliating public torture. So now, despite her exhaustion and fear of impending death and utterly degrading nudity, she labored and worked her weary, aching body to pleasure the King as much as possible. She stroked his cock and his balls and sucked diligently with her lips and used her tongue liberally, using her trembling abdominal muscles to rock back and forth as she bobbed her head up and down on the King’s hard cock, her voluptuous breasts dangling achingly and degradingly from her chest.

Despite the many physical discomforts of vigorously pleasing the King while on her knees, she felt relieved that her ass and womanhood were not being fucked, as they had been countless times since she was sentenced to death. But any respite was brutally eclipsed by the most horrifying fact of her current humiliation; that she was working hard to pleasure the man who would nail her to a cross to suffer and die for words she had spoken without ill intent.

Eva wanted to protest, loudly and belligerently. She wondered how her father would react when news of her execution reached his stronghold in the north. It did not matter. Nothing he did would bring her back from death. Or undo the degradation and suffering she had already been subjected to.

With utter despair and defeat and shame, Eva sucked the King’s cock while the Realm watched and cheered.
 
Not far from where Eva knelt and sucked off the King, slave girl Megan watched the former-duchess pleasure the King and felt sweat dripping down her forehead.

Megan was also on her knees, her hands tied behind her back. Her hands had been bound since she was first brought up onto the stage a few minutes before the three condemned girls and their cross-bearers were marched up. So at this point her wrists stung painfully and her hands were nearly numb.

Megan had felt a surprising wave of revulsion wash over when the former-duchess loudly begged the King’s permission to suck him off and crucify her minutes ago. She had seen and heard the slave girls and the former-duchess suffer much during this execution, and she had so far managed not to look up at the crosses to witness the women who had suffered upon them. But she had heard them get nailed. Megan was horrified by this entire public execution, but seeing the former-duchess, who was not much older than herself, literally beg the King to end her suffering stirred up a potent feeling of disgust and terror within her.

But as she watched Eva vigorously pleasuring the King, she felt a wave of relief, which made her feel guilty. At least once they crucify her, she thought, then this will be over and I can clothe myself again and rest. I hope I never have to have another cock near my face or in my mouth ever again.

Megan had no idea that per the Gods’ Edicts, a slave who participates in the execution of a citizen must also be put to death…
 
The Lead Executioner saw that the King was enjoying the condemned girl’s oral pleasuring very much. He knew that it would not be long before she would be placed on the center cross and crucified. The King had commanded that he would nail her himself.

So while the King was sucked off by Eva, the Lead Executioner prepared to make sure that the crosses on either side would be adorned by slaves, for the crowd’s entertainment. The cock-cleaning slave would be nailed upon the rightmost cross, he decided, and he needed to select a slave for the leftmost cross. He stepped down the stairs descending behind the stage, his large cock dangling between his legs. He began surveying the dozens of slave girls kneeling and bound for one who he could strip and crucify for the people’s enjoyment…
 
The Lead Executioner spotted a blonde slave girl with voluptuous breasts that pressed tightly against the belt strapped across her chest. Her nipples were a light color, not much darker than her pale skin, and they were wide, their tops and bottoms not covered by the 1-inch wide leather belt pressed against them. Below the ample curve underneath her breasts, her belly was lean and taught. Even kneeling in her skimpy slaves’ garb behind the stage, he could see that she was tall, around 5’8”, and he thought that her lean frame with surprisingly large breasts would look phenomenal crucified next to the former-duchess.

The Lead Executioner pointed to her and two of his subordinates stepped over immediately and gripped her arms, lifting her to her feet. She kept her eyes down obediently, her mouth open just slightly as she breathed nervously. The Lead Executioner looked at her face, eyes downcast subserviently, long blonde hair cascading down well below her shoulders, and he felt his cock getting hard as his junior executions removed her plain loincloth and unclasped the belt around her chest.

She stood completely naked before him now, her hands tied behind her back. The Lead Executioner did not know her name (it was Sara) nor did he care. The only thing he did know about the slave girls behind the stage were that they were all virgins.

He was unsure if he still had the stamina, but he figured he would be up to the task of de-flowering this slave up on the stage before she was put to death for the pure sake of ceremony and entertainment.

He was the Realm’s Lead Executioner, after all. He walked over to Sara and gripped her neck, raising her chin with his thumb so she would be forced to look at him. She looked terrified. Her grey-blue eyes were wide with fear. He smiled and rotated his hand around, still gripping her neck, and led her towards the stairs that led up to the stage.

Sara complied with the naked man gripping her neck. She prayed desperately in her mind that she was only going to aid the execution and not be a victim of it…
 
Sara saw that the crosses were empty as she was marched up onto the stage. That made her nervous, since the only other women on the stage besides her were Megan, kneeling near the throne, and a busty girl who looked about Sara’s age also on her knees, vigorously sucking the King’s cock. But then her eyes wandered beyond the stage, out to the crowd watching, and Sara, painfully aware of her shameful nudity, blushed and looked down, utterly humiliated.

The man marching her forward brought her next to the bench at the front of the stage and shifted his hand from clasping the back of her neck to resting on her shoulder. He pressed down and she obediently dropped to her knees.

She felt him untie the cord binding her wrists and mere seconds after her hands were free she felt him push on her back with his strong hands. She dropped to her hands and knees, her breasts swaying from her chest. Sara looked up at the crowd, and saw many eyes fixated on her. Or, more specifically, her dangling breasts.

Sara stifled a gasp at the realization that she was about to lose her virginity on all fours before what looked to be the entire city. She gasped loudly when the Lead Executioner pushed his cock into her womanhood.

“Oh that’s just the tip…” She heard from behind her.

Sara’s back arched and her throat opened up in a loud, carnal moan as he rammed his entire well-endowed member into her. Sara’s breasts clapped together as she bucked from the sudden, overpowering thrust.

The Lead Executioner began fucking her vigorously and Sara moaned and gasped loudly the entire time, delighting the crowd with her anguish and violently clashing bosom.
 
Eva kept sucking the King’s cock while desperately stroking the base of his long shaft and occasionally stopping to suck on his balls or lick her tongue up and down his large manhood. She felt him getting near to completion and she was desperate for the humiliation and degradation to end. But then…she would be crucified.

Eva pushed the dread away and keep sucking vigorously. She thought of the bench of double penetration and the vivid memory gave her the pained focus to keep pleasuring the King. She needed this nightmare to end. Even if that end was the cross.

She was so focused on this that she barely noticed the new, loud moans and yelps behind her of the new slave girl losing her virginity. Nor did she care. She knew that if she faltered in pleasuring the King even for a moment he would likely make her pay dearly for it. After all, he had sentenced her to death for innocent words about a trade negotiation.

Less than a dozen feet from Eva and the King, the Lead Executioner finished inside of Sara the slave, reaching down to squeeze her large breasts before he pulled out his cock and stepped aside so that one of his men could fuck her next.

As the Lead Executioner strode over to slave girl Megan to have her suckle his damp penis clean, he let his mind assess the execution. He figured the King would cum in the former-duchess’s mouth soon. Then he would probably stand and march her over to the cross himself and nail her wrists while the crowd cheered him on.

Then the lead executioner would let some of his men fuck her on the cross with her wrists nailed, to make her suffer, as the Gods’ command. At the same time, he would oversee the two slave girls’ crucifixions. He wanted Sara to get double fucked at least twice before she was nailed to the wood of the cross. And Megan’s virginity had to be taken as well. He would ask the King if he had the stamina for it or have one of his men do the honor.

What delightful, sacred work I get to do he thought as Megan’s tongue worked it’s way along his cock. He whispered a quick prayer of thanks to the Gods and looked at the bare crosses. He was eager to nail these three women to them.
 
Eva sucked hard as she felt the King begin ejaculating powerfully into her mouth. Blinking tears out of her eyes and willing her throat to relax while simultaneously sucking hard with her mouth, she slid the King’s cock as far back down her throat as she could, breathing through her nose and grabbing his thighs for balance.

The King grunted in satisfaction as Eva swallowed every ounce of his semen. As soon as his penis stopped erupting into her mouth, Eva resumed sucking and stroking the King’s penis, as though he had never finished.

The King looked down and nodded, satisfied that he had completely dominated and broken and humiliated Eva the former-duchess. She was ready for the cross.

He snapped his fingers and she stopped, looking up at him with eyes wide with trepidation. “Sit back.” He ordered. “Hands behind your back.”

Eva immediately obeyed, opening her mouth and sitting back, her ass cheeks touching her feet as she knelt naked before him, her hands clasped behind her back.

The King looked her up and down, from the streaks of tears down her pale cheeks, to her large breasts, rising and falling with her breathing, to her lean belly and her pale thighs.

The King’s cock remained semi-erect as he looked her over, even after his well-earned ejaculation. He stood up and grabbed Eva by the hair, pulling her up firmly. She suppressed a shout of anguish, quieting it to a desperate moan, and pushed to her feet to follow him, clasping her hands obediently behind her back.

The King marched her past slave girl Megan and towards the center cross. The crowd cheered. The King let go of Eva’s hair once they stood next to the cross.

Eva looked down at it for a long moment, her breasts rising and falling even more rapidly as her breathing accelerated and her face flushed with fear.

The King smiled, and held out his hand. A moment later, an executioner placed a hammer into his hand.
 
The moment Eva had been marched to the cross, the Lead Executioner had snapped his fingers. The man fucking the slave girl Sara from behind quickened his pace and finished inside of her moments later. At the same time, a pair of men untied the small collar around slave girl Megan’s neck and hefted her to her feet, her hands remaining bound behind her back.

Megan tried to stand and comply, thinking that she was finally being relieved of her humiliating cock-cleaning duties, but she had been kneeling since the previous morning, and her legs were completely asleep. But it didn’t matter to the two muscular, naked executioners who had strong grips on her arms. They just dragged her over easily towards one of the two benches at the front of the stage.

As an executioner lay down on it and began stroking his cock, Megan balked. She wanted to shout “no” and resist but she knew she was a slave and had no such ability or dignity. Not without invoking fearsome torture. So as the two executioners dragging Megan maneuvered her to rest on the bench-executioner’s groin with his cock inside of her, Megan simply gulped and hyperventilated with terror.

She yelped as the man’s cock entered her virgin womanhood. Then she moaned loudly as he bounced her up and down a bit with his hips, his hands resting on her rib cage just below her perky breasts. She had been on stage for the entire execution, so she knew that in a moment, an executioner would also fuck her in the ass. It did not stop her from screaming in carnal surprise at the sensation of a cock thrusting into her.

Megan’s back arched and her eyes rolled back at the overwhelming sensation of being double-penetrated simultaneously. She was so overcome by the men vigorously pounding her that she did not notice the slave girl Sara receive the same humiliation on the bench next to her.

Megan thought the crowd was cheering at her and Sara’s degradation and shame. But she could not see the crosses behind her…
 
Eva looked down at the cross before her. Her cross. The instrument of her coming suffering and death. It felt like she stared at it for an hour.

Finally, she felt the King’s eyes boring into her. She turned up from the cross and looked to him at her side. He had a hammer in his hand. Eva gulped. He gestured at the cross, calmly.

Eva nodded and felt her body trembling like a leaf in the wind. Even though the morning sun was rising steadily, and Eva was drenched in sweat from exertion, she suddenly felt cold and even more naked than before. She unclasped her hands from behind her back and knelt down and laid down on the cross, resting her back against the wood. She looked up at the King standing above her, cock hard and hammer in hand. He looked terrifyingly tall from this angle. Like a cruel god about to exact his vengeance.

Eva swallowed nervously and still tasted the King’s semen in her mouth. The King motioned to her hands and said “spread them out.”

Eva complied. She looked from side to side at the crossbeam laying beneath her, perpendicular to the main beam she laid on. She spread her hands out, as far as she could, palms upright.

An executioner knelt over her left wrist with a long nail, positioning it over her tender flesh. Another executioner pressed his hands against her right forearm, holding her in place.

The King knelt down and raised the hammer over the nail on her left. Eva looked him in the eyes, too afraid to speak, but silently begging him with her face and eyes to spare her. To show her mercy. To cease this brutal execution.

The King smiled cruelly and raised up the hammer. “For the Realm!” He shouted and slammed the hammer down…
 
Eva screamed as the nail pierced her wrist. It was the sharpest, most unrelenting, shocking pain that she had ever experienced. She realized now why the other executioner had held her right arm down; for as the first hammer stroke fell, Eva’s entire, exhausted body had tensed and thrashed like a banshee.

The King slammed the hammer down seven more times, just to be completely sure that her wrist was firmly nailed to the cross. Eva looked over at her wrist when he stood up from his cruel work and saw that the nail had been pounded through her wrist almost completely, a bare half inch of it still stuck up from her pale flesh. A steady, slow oozing of blood cascaded from the wound and dripped down along her skin onto the dark wood of the cross.

The King stepped over her and the man holding down her right arm positioned a nail over her wrist. Eva strained and fought and tried to move her un-impaled wrist but he was too strong. The King raised his hammer and two dozen brutally excruciating seconds later, Eva was nailed to the cross at both of her wrists.

Eva cried out in pain, kicking at nothing with her legs and squirming on the cross, yanking in vain with her arms, trying primally to rid herself from the painful bondage. But all the movement only caused her more pain.

An executioner stepped between her legs and gripped both them, lifting them up so he was positioned to thrust into her. He looked her in the eyes and she shook her head to say “no”. He smiled and began fucking her vigorously.

Eva cried out in pain as she was rocked back and forth on the cross, her breasts jiggling wildly on her stretched out chest, her back scraping against the wood of the cross.

Over on the benches, slave girls Megan and Sara were nearly ready to be nailed on either side of Eva…
 
Slave girls Megan and Sara were fucked hard on the benches while Eva’s wrists were nailed. They were both powerfully overwhelmed by the pair of cocks in each of them and were both trying and failing to suppress loud, humiliating carnal noises from erupting from their mouths. But even so, they still both heard Eva’s screams as she was nailed behind them, and they both balked at the horrific fate that awaited her.

The executioner underneath Sara moved his hands from her rib cage up to her breasts, squeezing them roughly as he ejaculated into her. The resulting whimper from Sara mixed with her moan as the executioner thrusting into her ass pushed in deep, nearing completion.

Megan felt the two men inside of her buck hard and hold her more roughly as they also finished within her. As she gasped raggedly and felt them pull their satiated cocks out of her, she wondered how the poor victims of the execution had endured so much unrelenting time on the bench.

A few brutally efficient seconds later, a new pair of executioners were stuffing her already-aching orifices, and Megan wondered why they were punishing her loyal, obedient cock-cleaning with this humiliating torture.

Next to her, Sara also had a new pair of executioners making her suffer. The man underneath her was enjoying how her large breasts were bouncing from the rough double penetration. “Shame they’re putting you up.” He said breathlessly as he bucked his hips hard into her, causing her discomfort and enjoying it. “I’d love to buy you and do this every night.”

Through the degrading discomfort, Sara tensed up even more at his words, wondering what future horrors they alluded to…
 
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