Lexi sputtered and tears streamed down her cheeks as she gagged and choked on the King’s massive cock. Her hands were gripping his thighs desperately. Every instinct told her to struggle against his hands as they gripped her head, or to try to pull his cock out of her throat, but she resisting these impulses, for she dared not anger the King.
Since her shocking and unwarranted arrest she had been stripped naked, marched through the city, put on a stage for everyone to watch as she was fucked roughly in every single orifice that she could be violated in, forced to swallow loads of ejaculate off of another woman’s body, and sentenced to death by crucifixion. And that was all done with the approval of the King, who definitely did not even know her name and could not conceivably bear her any sort of ill will personally. She could not risk actually making such a powerful man angry in any way.
So even as she felt her mind scream that she could not breathe and she saw dots of light splash across her vision, Lexi kept trying to suck on the King’s cock as he viciously deep throated her. No matter how loudly the instincts in her mind were panicking, Lexi still heard every scream that ripped from Penny’s mouth.
The King’s ejaculate rocketed into Lexi’s throat and he threw his fists up proudly, in a gesture of victory, to the crowd’s delight. Lexi sank back, still on her knees, gasping for breath, her hands resting on the King’s knees as she struggled for air.
As her oxygen-starved lungs began to be appeased, and her eyes blinked away the tears, Lexi realized something. Penny had stopped screaming.
I did it she thought. It worked!
She saw the King nod at someone behind her and felt rough, strong hands grip her arms and pull her to her feet. They began to turn her back towards Penny, and as they did she looked up at the slave girls on the crosses.
All three of them were dead now, hanging motionless from the nails in their wrists and feet, their heads hanging down over their naked bodies. Lexi was glad she could not look into their lifeless eyes, nor could she see the expressions on their faces. From her glimpses of their suffering on the cross, she could imagine that their faces were still contorted in pain, even after perishing.
She looked away and over towards Penny. She was still strung up in the position she had been flogged in. Her head was lowered slightly and she was breathing raggedly, her breasts rising and falling, sticking out from her chest more than normal since her arms were raised up so tightly. The rapidity of her breathing conveyed to Lexi that Penny was in a shocking amount of pain.
The man who had whipped her handed his whip to some junior executioner and began speaking orders to the men on stage.
A trio of them approached Penny and began to lower her. As they did this, she rotated slightly and Lexi saw her back. She gasped.
Penny’s back had been flogged mercilessly. Lexi wondered if she would die from those wounds alone. As Penny was lowered to her knees, Lexi was marched towards her slowly. She heard a rumble and saw that the crosses were being lowered down.
Then it dawned upon Lexi…The “mercy” the King had spoke of before he throat fucked her was simply that their torture would end and they would be crucified.
Lexi began to hyperventilate.