Illara
Tribune
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…
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…