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The Gods’ Edicts Chapter XIV: An Example for the Masses
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All five of the condemned girls had been strung up and stripped nude. In order of right to left it was Vayla, the former servant, Holly, the former priestess, and then the slaves, Kalla, Ana, and Ariana, the one who had caused this with her escape.
High Priestess Anjela looked over their naked bodies with a cruel calm. Then she smiled and snapped her fingers at a pair of guards, gesturing at Ariana with a grin that made her terrified.
Ariana’s hook was lowered, and her shoulders felt some relief as she was able to place all of her weight on her feet again. The pair of guards untied her bindings and pulled her arms behind her back. They bound her wrists behind her back and placed a leather collar around her neck with a thick chain attached to it.
The guards yanked on the chain and marched her forward, as the High Priestess led her past the four girls who would suffer and die because of her actions.
Ariana, to her deep shame, could not look them in the eyes as she was marched past them.
Beyond Vayla, she saw that the dozen slave girls who had been brought in were standing obediently against the wall, their hands shackled behind their backs and their necks connected by chains attached to leather collars like her own.
Their eyes were downcast and their barely-covered chests rose and fell anxiously. Ariana looked upon them and wondered how many she had doomed to horrific death.
High Priestess Anjela gave her the answer. “You will not carry your own cross to the stage of your execution. You have much suffering to endure for your sins, and your own strength shall prolong it. These innocent slaves shall carry the three beams for you and those you have condemned. And they too shall be crucified on account of your evil blasphemy. Choose the three whose lives shall end in shame and agony.”
Ariana looked up at the line of slave girls, with fresh tears in her eyes. The High Priestess had spoken loud enough for the dozen slaves to hear her. They kept their eyes down obediently but their chests rose and fell even faster now, some of them trembling visibly.
“No. Please no.” Ariana said in a shocked whisper. “I shall carry—”
“No!” The High Priestess said, grabbing the chain connected to her collar and giving it a harsh yank. “You choose the three you condemn. Or I shall crucify each of them.”
Ariana dropped to her knees, trembling at the horrific decision. She knew what she had to do. Three innocent slave girls being executed was better than twelve. But…to have to choose which three…
Ariana gulped as she realized that she had to choose.
High Priestess Anjela looked over their naked bodies with a cruel calm. Then she smiled and snapped her fingers at a pair of guards, gesturing at Ariana with a grin that made her terrified.
Ariana’s hook was lowered, and her shoulders felt some relief as she was able to place all of her weight on her feet again. The pair of guards untied her bindings and pulled her arms behind her back. They bound her wrists behind her back and placed a leather collar around her neck with a thick chain attached to it.
The guards yanked on the chain and marched her forward, as the High Priestess led her past the four girls who would suffer and die because of her actions.
Ariana, to her deep shame, could not look them in the eyes as she was marched past them.
Beyond Vayla, she saw that the dozen slave girls who had been brought in were standing obediently against the wall, their hands shackled behind their backs and their necks connected by chains attached to leather collars like her own.
Their eyes were downcast and their barely-covered chests rose and fell anxiously. Ariana looked upon them and wondered how many she had doomed to horrific death.
High Priestess Anjela gave her the answer. “You will not carry your own cross to the stage of your execution. You have much suffering to endure for your sins, and your own strength shall prolong it. These innocent slaves shall carry the three beams for you and those you have condemned. And they too shall be crucified on account of your evil blasphemy. Choose the three whose lives shall end in shame and agony.”
Ariana looked up at the line of slave girls, with fresh tears in her eyes. The High Priestess had spoken loud enough for the dozen slaves to hear her. They kept their eyes down obediently but their chests rose and fell even faster now, some of them trembling visibly.
“No. Please no.” Ariana said in a shocked whisper. “I shall carry—”
“No!” The High Priestess said, grabbing the chain connected to her collar and giving it a harsh yank. “You choose the three you condemn. Or I shall crucify each of them.”
Ariana dropped to her knees, trembling at the horrific decision. She knew what she had to do. Three innocent slave girls being executed was better than twelve. But…to have to choose which three…
Ariana gulped as she realized that she had to choose.
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Ariana scanned the line of twelve trembling slave girls on the verge of panic. As she accepted the horrible fact that she was going to choose three of them to suffer and die with her and Ana and Kalla and Holly and Vayla, she decided in her mind that she would choose the eldest of the group, to spare those who had lived the least. Who had the most life yet to live. Not that life as a slave was any sort of life at all…
Ariana felt the horrible knot in her belly tighten. These cruel people had clearly anticipated her pathetic attempt at mercy; all twelve of the slave girls before her were young, all clearly between eighteen and maybe twenty one years of age. All girls her own age. Fellow victims of the Sacred Realm.
The High Priestess stepped behind Ariana as she knelt in powerless horror and grabbed a handful of her curly red hair, yanking her chin up painfully.
“Listen to the Will of the Gods.” She said mockingly. “Which of these supple young slaves needs the cross? Which of them are called to suffer unto the Glory of the Gods?”
Ariana strained against the High Priestess’ painful grip on her hair. She knew that the longer she tarried, the more the High Priestess’ cruelty would grow.
She looked at a trembling, brunette slave who was skinny and appeared rather malnourished. “Her.” Ariana said bitterly.
“Good.” The High Priestess whispered in her ear as a half a dozen guards walked over and undid the shaking slave girl’s collar, pulling her from the group and marching her forward a few paces.
“Eyes up!” The High Priestess ordered, and the line of slaves looked up and watched as the skinny brunette was stripped nude in a number of seconds. Her small, perky breasts hung from her lean chest and her eyes darted around in shame and fear.
Everyone watched as she was then marched over to the three thick beams of wood on the ground. While a pair of guards held her arms, the others unshackled her hands and then thin, strong cords were bound around each wrist. Two of the guards hefted up one of the crossbeams and laid on her skinny shoulders.
They held it in place while others grabbed the ropes around her wrist and pulled her arms out tightly to her side, affixing the ropes around the sides of the crossbeam, so that she was tightly and securely bound it it.
The soldiers returned to the line of slave girls and the High Priestess tugged viciously on Ariana’s hair. “Next one?” She said icily.
Ariana felt the horrible knot in her belly tighten. These cruel people had clearly anticipated her pathetic attempt at mercy; all twelve of the slave girls before her were young, all clearly between eighteen and maybe twenty one years of age. All girls her own age. Fellow victims of the Sacred Realm.
The High Priestess stepped behind Ariana as she knelt in powerless horror and grabbed a handful of her curly red hair, yanking her chin up painfully.
“Listen to the Will of the Gods.” She said mockingly. “Which of these supple young slaves needs the cross? Which of them are called to suffer unto the Glory of the Gods?”
Ariana strained against the High Priestess’ painful grip on her hair. She knew that the longer she tarried, the more the High Priestess’ cruelty would grow.
She looked at a trembling, brunette slave who was skinny and appeared rather malnourished. “Her.” Ariana said bitterly.
“Good.” The High Priestess whispered in her ear as a half a dozen guards walked over and undid the shaking slave girl’s collar, pulling her from the group and marching her forward a few paces.
“Eyes up!” The High Priestess ordered, and the line of slaves looked up and watched as the skinny brunette was stripped nude in a number of seconds. Her small, perky breasts hung from her lean chest and her eyes darted around in shame and fear.
Everyone watched as she was then marched over to the three thick beams of wood on the ground. While a pair of guards held her arms, the others unshackled her hands and then thin, strong cords were bound around each wrist. Two of the guards hefted up one of the crossbeams and laid on her skinny shoulders.
They held it in place while others grabbed the ropes around her wrist and pulled her arms out tightly to her side, affixing the ropes around the sides of the crossbeam, so that she was tightly and securely bound it it.
The soldiers returned to the line of slave girls and the High Priestess tugged viciously on Ariana’s hair. “Next one?” She said icily.
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Ariana knew she was completely powerless and that nothing she did would alleviate the horrors and agony to come.
She nodded at the third slave girl from the end of the line, a tan girl with straight black hair, who was of average height but more curvy than average.
The High Priestess barked a few short orders to the soldiers and the terrified looking slave girl was marched forward, stripped nude before all, and then joined the skinny brunette slave girl as the second crossbeam was hefted upon her shoulders, her wrists securely tied to it.
Then Ariana selected the third slave, a slender blonde girl with her curly hair tied in a pig tail. She was also stripped nude and marched over and affixed to a crossbeam.
With three nude slave girls trembling under the weight of the heavy crossbeams, Ariana and her fellow condemned were ready for their march to the place of their execution.
The three slave girls bearing the crossbeams were lined up in a column, with the skinny brunette in the front, the curvy black haired slave behind her, and the petite blonde behind her. Ariana was marched behind her, her hands tightly bound behind her back, the collar and chain still around her neck.
Ana was lowered and had her hands tied anew behind her back, her large tits bouncing around from her naked chest as she submitted to the strong hands of the guards. She was marched behind Ariana and a collar was places around her neck, and the chain was affixed to it, connecting her to Ariana.
This efficient, dehumanizing process was repeated. Next for Kalla, whose big eyes brimmed with tears the entire time. Then for Holly, the former Priestess blushing intently in shame and terror. Then for Vayla, the timid former servant, her plump breasts rising and falling with every anxious breathe.
With the line of eight nude girls ready, the front three leaning forward as their bore the crossbeams, their breasts dangling from their chests as sweat already began to bead on their foreheads, and the rear five bound hands behind their backs, all connected at the neck by collars affixed to a long chain.
Priestess Anjela looked then over with a wide grin then nodded at the soldiers. “Begin the procession!”
With that, a loud grinding resounded through the dim room as a pair of spoken winches were worked, sliding apart one of the walls to make a doorway, the morning sunlight spilling in and illuminating their nude bodies in stark lighting.
“March!” One of the guards shouted as he cracked a whip menacingly.
Ariana watched the three slave girls before her teeter forward slowly, finding the gait that would allow them to bear the heavy the crossbeams. Then, with a whimper, Ariana followed, the slack on her chain affixed to her collar telling her that those she had doomed also marched behind her.
Outside of the palace, she saw the streets lined with people.
No! No! No! No! No! She thought, straining against the ropes around her wrist in an instinctive attempt to cover up her nudity.
Another whip crack kept her moving, despite the heat in her cheeks as she blushed in humiliation and terror…
She nodded at the third slave girl from the end of the line, a tan girl with straight black hair, who was of average height but more curvy than average.
The High Priestess barked a few short orders to the soldiers and the terrified looking slave girl was marched forward, stripped nude before all, and then joined the skinny brunette slave girl as the second crossbeam was hefted upon her shoulders, her wrists securely tied to it.
Then Ariana selected the third slave, a slender blonde girl with her curly hair tied in a pig tail. She was also stripped nude and marched over and affixed to a crossbeam.
With three nude slave girls trembling under the weight of the heavy crossbeams, Ariana and her fellow condemned were ready for their march to the place of their execution.
The three slave girls bearing the crossbeams were lined up in a column, with the skinny brunette in the front, the curvy black haired slave behind her, and the petite blonde behind her. Ariana was marched behind her, her hands tightly bound behind her back, the collar and chain still around her neck.
Ana was lowered and had her hands tied anew behind her back, her large tits bouncing around from her naked chest as she submitted to the strong hands of the guards. She was marched behind Ariana and a collar was places around her neck, and the chain was affixed to it, connecting her to Ariana.
This efficient, dehumanizing process was repeated. Next for Kalla, whose big eyes brimmed with tears the entire time. Then for Holly, the former Priestess blushing intently in shame and terror. Then for Vayla, the timid former servant, her plump breasts rising and falling with every anxious breathe.
With the line of eight nude girls ready, the front three leaning forward as their bore the crossbeams, their breasts dangling from their chests as sweat already began to bead on their foreheads, and the rear five bound hands behind their backs, all connected at the neck by collars affixed to a long chain.
Priestess Anjela looked then over with a wide grin then nodded at the soldiers. “Begin the procession!”
With that, a loud grinding resounded through the dim room as a pair of spoken winches were worked, sliding apart one of the walls to make a doorway, the morning sunlight spilling in and illuminating their nude bodies in stark lighting.
“March!” One of the guards shouted as he cracked a whip menacingly.
Ariana watched the three slave girls before her teeter forward slowly, finding the gait that would allow them to bear the heavy the crossbeams. Then, with a whimper, Ariana followed, the slack on her chain affixed to her collar telling her that those she had doomed also marched behind her.
Outside of the palace, she saw the streets lined with people.
No! No! No! No! No! She thought, straining against the ropes around her wrist in an instinctive attempt to cover up her nudity.
Another whip crack kept her moving, despite the heat in her cheeks as she blushed in humiliation and terror…
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The march through the streets of the capital city of the Sacred Realm was brutal. Ariana felt the rough dirt road beneath her feet, each step a painful reminder of the torment to come.
Before her, the three innocent slave girls she had doomed to death labored strenuously under the weight of the three wooden crossbeams.
Behind her, Ana, Kalla, Holly, and Vayla marched powerlessly to their deaths along with her.
The procession of eight completely nude condemned women was flanked by nearly two dozen guards.
Ariana wondered if the guards were there to protect their procession from undue harassment or maybe even help from the crowds of citizens beholding them. But the cheers and leers of the citizens of the Realm quickly conveyed to her that they were all excited to revel in her and these other innocents’ torture and death. The guards were merely there to ensure that her and the others did not collapse or slow down.
As Ariana strained her wrists against the strong cords binding her hands behind her back, in an instinctive move to cover her exposed womanhood and breasts from the eyes of the countless onlookers, she whimpered in humiliation and defeat.
She had tasted freedom. For only a mere handful of days. And now she would be subjected to the stark opposite of freedom. Restraint, binding, torture, pain, powerlessness. All up until her final breath…
Before her, the three innocent slave girls she had doomed to death labored strenuously under the weight of the three wooden crossbeams.
Behind her, Ana, Kalla, Holly, and Vayla marched powerlessly to their deaths along with her.
The procession of eight completely nude condemned women was flanked by nearly two dozen guards.
Ariana wondered if the guards were there to protect their procession from undue harassment or maybe even help from the crowds of citizens beholding them. But the cheers and leers of the citizens of the Realm quickly conveyed to her that they were all excited to revel in her and these other innocents’ torture and death. The guards were merely there to ensure that her and the others did not collapse or slow down.
As Ariana strained her wrists against the strong cords binding her hands behind her back, in an instinctive move to cover her exposed womanhood and breasts from the eyes of the countless onlookers, she whimpered in humiliation and defeat.
She had tasted freedom. For only a mere handful of days. And now she would be subjected to the stark opposite of freedom. Restraint, binding, torture, pain, powerlessness. All up until her final breath…
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Their forced march felt like it took an hour, but in reality it was only about half that. At one point the malnourished brunette slave at the front of the procession stumbled and the guards swooped in to yank her back to her feet.
“You’ll pay extra for that, cunt!” One shouted at her, loud enough for Ariana to hear.
Another guard shouted at the two slaves behind her, repeating the threat, lest any of them should falter.
Ariana looked at the petite blonde slave in front of her, straining against the heavy load on her shoulders, sweat cascading down her nude back.
Ariana’s mind was a boiling concoction of feelings dominated by dread and shame, but in that moment, guilt rose up to the top of her roiling torment and made her want to cry out and beg for mercy and an end to this.
But her time as a slave had taught her well that that would only make things worse. Forgetting her place was what landed them all in this death march in the first place.
I am going to die she thought with horrifying and surreal clarity. I am going to be put to death.
Ariana looked at the poor slaves struggling in front of her and over their bowed heads and the ominous crossbeams on their shoulders she saw something rising above the crowds of cheering onlookers; a large wooden stage, over two meters off the ground, centered in the largest city square, with raised seats and balconies in the surrounding buildings.
The stage upon which the entire city could watch the execution unfold. Ariana felt her body freeze in terror. She ceased walking and let out a gasp.
A guard cracked his whip just behind her and she yelped in fright.
“March!” He shouted.
Ariana shook like a leaf in the wind as the massive crowd parted and her and the others made their way towards a wooden staircase on the side of the stage, to ascend it and reach the end of their lives.
Ariana heard one of the girls sobbing behind her, it did not sound like Ana or Kalla. She imagined it was Vayla but it may have been Holly, the former priestess who had crucified so many of her fellow slaves in Master Verlin’s courtyard.
Ariana was halted as the guards flanked the three slave girls bearing crossbeams and escorted up the stairs to the stage, lest any of them lose balance and fall.
Then Ariana was given the order to “March” once again.
As she ascended the stairs, her eyes swept over the area where she would be crucified. On the center of the large stage were three thick wooden pillars laid down and attached to the stage at the base so they could be rotated upright, clearly by mechanisms underneath the stage.
The three slave girls bearing the crossbeams were being maneuvered to straddle these and then be laid back so the crossbeams could be affixed to the vertical shafts. There was a large wooden wheel on the stage, its spokes parallel to the stage, near where their stairs brought them up onto the platform.
At the far end was a comfortable looking throne of gold and plush cloths. High Priestess Anjela sat upon it. She must have been carried by a carriage over here while they were marched nude through the city streets. Next to her stood a muscular, bald man with some short, dark stubble on his rugged jawline. He was completely nude, and his cock was huge, his long shaft dangling down to nearly his knees.
Near the throne where the High Priestess sat, a naked girl knelt, her hands bound behind her back, a collar like the one around Ariana’s neck chaining her to a small stake in the stage a little bit behind her. She was skinny and had big, frightened eyes and perky little breasts that were rising and falling nervously. She looked to be around Ana’s age, her dirty blond hair framing her young face.
Another innocent person I have doomed? Ariana wondered with dread and shame.
Ariana was marched near the front of the stage, towards the High Priestess, so that Ana, Kalla, Holly, and Vayla were lined up behind her.
Guards came to them and removed the collars from their necks and the chain connecting them. Then they were summarily turned to face the crowd and pushed down onto their knees.
Ariana’s heart stopped for a moment. There she was, nude, kneeling upon a stage for all to see, looking out at the cheering crowd of thousands, uncovered and powerless, bereft of all dignity and hope.
She turned and saw Ana and Kalla, who knelt stunned and humiliated and afraid like her. Holly had her chin held up, clearly trying to be stoic, but her trembling lips and watering eyes betrayed her shame and terror. Beyond her, Vayla had tears streaming down her face, her expression horrified and grief-stricken.
The crowd quieted as the High Priestess stood up to address them…
“You’ll pay extra for that, cunt!” One shouted at her, loud enough for Ariana to hear.
Another guard shouted at the two slaves behind her, repeating the threat, lest any of them should falter.
Ariana looked at the petite blonde slave in front of her, straining against the heavy load on her shoulders, sweat cascading down her nude back.
Ariana’s mind was a boiling concoction of feelings dominated by dread and shame, but in that moment, guilt rose up to the top of her roiling torment and made her want to cry out and beg for mercy and an end to this.
But her time as a slave had taught her well that that would only make things worse. Forgetting her place was what landed them all in this death march in the first place.
I am going to die she thought with horrifying and surreal clarity. I am going to be put to death.
Ariana looked at the poor slaves struggling in front of her and over their bowed heads and the ominous crossbeams on their shoulders she saw something rising above the crowds of cheering onlookers; a large wooden stage, over two meters off the ground, centered in the largest city square, with raised seats and balconies in the surrounding buildings.
The stage upon which the entire city could watch the execution unfold. Ariana felt her body freeze in terror. She ceased walking and let out a gasp.
A guard cracked his whip just behind her and she yelped in fright.
“March!” He shouted.
Ariana shook like a leaf in the wind as the massive crowd parted and her and the others made their way towards a wooden staircase on the side of the stage, to ascend it and reach the end of their lives.
Ariana heard one of the girls sobbing behind her, it did not sound like Ana or Kalla. She imagined it was Vayla but it may have been Holly, the former priestess who had crucified so many of her fellow slaves in Master Verlin’s courtyard.
Ariana was halted as the guards flanked the three slave girls bearing crossbeams and escorted up the stairs to the stage, lest any of them lose balance and fall.
Then Ariana was given the order to “March” once again.
As she ascended the stairs, her eyes swept over the area where she would be crucified. On the center of the large stage were three thick wooden pillars laid down and attached to the stage at the base so they could be rotated upright, clearly by mechanisms underneath the stage.
The three slave girls bearing the crossbeams were being maneuvered to straddle these and then be laid back so the crossbeams could be affixed to the vertical shafts. There was a large wooden wheel on the stage, its spokes parallel to the stage, near where their stairs brought them up onto the platform.
At the far end was a comfortable looking throne of gold and plush cloths. High Priestess Anjela sat upon it. She must have been carried by a carriage over here while they were marched nude through the city streets. Next to her stood a muscular, bald man with some short, dark stubble on his rugged jawline. He was completely nude, and his cock was huge, his long shaft dangling down to nearly his knees.
Near the throne where the High Priestess sat, a naked girl knelt, her hands bound behind her back, a collar like the one around Ariana’s neck chaining her to a small stake in the stage a little bit behind her. She was skinny and had big, frightened eyes and perky little breasts that were rising and falling nervously. She looked to be around Ana’s age, her dirty blond hair framing her young face.
Another innocent person I have doomed? Ariana wondered with dread and shame.
Ariana was marched near the front of the stage, towards the High Priestess, so that Ana, Kalla, Holly, and Vayla were lined up behind her.
Guards came to them and removed the collars from their necks and the chain connecting them. Then they were summarily turned to face the crowd and pushed down onto their knees.
Ariana’s heart stopped for a moment. There she was, nude, kneeling upon a stage for all to see, looking out at the cheering crowd of thousands, uncovered and powerless, bereft of all dignity and hope.
She turned and saw Ana and Kalla, who knelt stunned and humiliated and afraid like her. Holly had her chin held up, clearly trying to be stoic, but her trembling lips and watering eyes betrayed her shame and terror. Beyond her, Vayla had tears streaming down her face, her expression horrified and grief-stricken.
The crowd quieted as the High Priestess stood up to address them…
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High Priestess Anjela looked upon the citizens of the Sacred Realm as the massive crowd grew silent. Ariana felt like her heartbeat was the loudest thing on the stage suddenly.
The High Priestess spoke in a loud and commanding voice, carrying the volume of a shout but without the same exertion or urgency. She was clearly a practiced orator.
“Citizens of the Sacred Realm! Rejoice! For although a great sin has been committed, the Gods in their wisdom and their Edicts have given us a path to recompense! King Niro is busy tending to other important matters, and has entrusted this holy duty to me! And to his loyal and pious Lead Executioner Tiberius!” She gestured at the muscular man with the huge cock standing nude on the stage. “Today we put right the sinful and selfish act of a slave, who sought to forsake her lawful and holy enslavement!”
“Crucify her!” Someone shouted from the crowd. A few others echoed it.
Ariana blushed harder than she ever had in her entire life.
The High Priestess continued. “As all know, by the glorious Gods’ Edicts, she shall suffer and be crucified! As shall the slaves who knew her! As shall the former priestess and servant who facilitated her evil! ALL WHO FORSAKE THE PURE WAY OF THE GODS SHALL SUFFER THE CROSS!!!”
The crowd cheered and it was deafening.
The High Priestess smiled and nodded as the crowd roared, their cacophony mixed with shouts of “crucify the sinful” and “make them suffer” and “praise the Gods”.
The five condemned girls kneeling nude on the stage shrank back in shame from the fervor of the crowd.
The High Priestess sauntered over to her throne and sat down calmly, her smile never ebbing on her face.
Ariana nearly leapt out of her skin with fright as someone touched her from behind, but after the initial fright she realized that they were undoing the binding around her wrists.
She looked away from the crowd cheering for her execution and saw that male executioners (all nude) were untying Ana and Kalla and Holly and Vayla’s bindings as well.
Once their bonds were removed, the Lead Executioner walked before them, his back to the crowd and his body facing theirs, his gargantuan cock beginning to grow hard. He looked each of them in the eyes as he moved past them slowly, his face calm and professional but with a hint of sadistic eagerness in his eyes.
Once he passed Vayla and had looked over each of them, he nodded and executioners stepped behind each of the condemned girls and pushed them forward, so that they were now on their hands and knees, their naked vulnerability magnified nearly in unison.
Ariana heard Ana moan in shame as they were moved to the new position. Ariana felt her perky breasts jiggle from her chest as she swayed slightly. She saw that Ana’s large tits we’re swaying mightily between her arms.
The Lead Executioner stepped behind Vayla first and placed his hands on her hips.
Ariana could not look away. She’s about to lose her virginity. Publicly. Roughly. All because of me. I wish I had killed her when I stole the keys. This is all my fault.
Vayla trembled in fear, her nervous eyes darting amongst the countless faces of the crowd. Ariana thought she looked like a frightened mouse, determined not to look back at the man behind her, about to ravage her, like if she kept her eyes on the crowd he might not actually do what she knew he was about to do.
But there was no mercy in the Sacred Realm.
Vayla let out a breathless shout of surprise as the Lead Executioner gripped her hips and rammed his huge cock into her virgin loins.
The crowd cheered…
The High Priestess spoke in a loud and commanding voice, carrying the volume of a shout but without the same exertion or urgency. She was clearly a practiced orator.
“Citizens of the Sacred Realm! Rejoice! For although a great sin has been committed, the Gods in their wisdom and their Edicts have given us a path to recompense! King Niro is busy tending to other important matters, and has entrusted this holy duty to me! And to his loyal and pious Lead Executioner Tiberius!” She gestured at the muscular man with the huge cock standing nude on the stage. “Today we put right the sinful and selfish act of a slave, who sought to forsake her lawful and holy enslavement!”
“Crucify her!” Someone shouted from the crowd. A few others echoed it.
Ariana blushed harder than she ever had in her entire life.
The High Priestess continued. “As all know, by the glorious Gods’ Edicts, she shall suffer and be crucified! As shall the slaves who knew her! As shall the former priestess and servant who facilitated her evil! ALL WHO FORSAKE THE PURE WAY OF THE GODS SHALL SUFFER THE CROSS!!!”
The crowd cheered and it was deafening.
The High Priestess smiled and nodded as the crowd roared, their cacophony mixed with shouts of “crucify the sinful” and “make them suffer” and “praise the Gods”.
The five condemned girls kneeling nude on the stage shrank back in shame from the fervor of the crowd.
The High Priestess sauntered over to her throne and sat down calmly, her smile never ebbing on her face.
Ariana nearly leapt out of her skin with fright as someone touched her from behind, but after the initial fright she realized that they were undoing the binding around her wrists.
She looked away from the crowd cheering for her execution and saw that male executioners (all nude) were untying Ana and Kalla and Holly and Vayla’s bindings as well.
Once their bonds were removed, the Lead Executioner walked before them, his back to the crowd and his body facing theirs, his gargantuan cock beginning to grow hard. He looked each of them in the eyes as he moved past them slowly, his face calm and professional but with a hint of sadistic eagerness in his eyes.
Once he passed Vayla and had looked over each of them, he nodded and executioners stepped behind each of the condemned girls and pushed them forward, so that they were now on their hands and knees, their naked vulnerability magnified nearly in unison.
Ariana heard Ana moan in shame as they were moved to the new position. Ariana felt her perky breasts jiggle from her chest as she swayed slightly. She saw that Ana’s large tits we’re swaying mightily between her arms.
The Lead Executioner stepped behind Vayla first and placed his hands on her hips.
Ariana could not look away. She’s about to lose her virginity. Publicly. Roughly. All because of me. I wish I had killed her when I stole the keys. This is all my fault.
Vayla trembled in fear, her nervous eyes darting amongst the countless faces of the crowd. Ariana thought she looked like a frightened mouse, determined not to look back at the man behind her, about to ravage her, like if she kept her eyes on the crowd he might not actually do what she knew he was about to do.
But there was no mercy in the Sacred Realm.
Vayla let out a breathless shout of surprise as the Lead Executioner gripped her hips and rammed his huge cock into her virgin loins.
The crowd cheered…
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Vayla rocked back and forth violently as the Lead Executioner fucked her from behind. Her eyes rolled back slightly, focusing on nothing, her mouth agape as loud, carnal squeals and exhalations emanated from it, her tits bouncing around wildly as her arms held her up from the stage, her skinny back arching as though the man’s huge cock was assailing every muscle in her body.
Ariana could not help but stare in horror, dreading that she was going to watch this done to Kalla and Ana and then she would suffer it herself.
As Vayla suffered and the crowd cheered at her degrading humiliation, Ariana cursed the Lead Executioner and the High Priestess for their cunning cruelty. For by starting with Vayla, Ariana would have to endure watching and hearing the other women she had condemned to this horrific execution in their initial suffering before she herself suffered it.
The way Vayla’s cheeks blushed and her body seemed completely under the rough thrall of the man ravaging her, Ariana felt her stomach clenching with trepidation. She did not want the man who was going to execute her to put himself inside of her.
The Lead Executioner grunted and pulled his cock out of Vayla. It glistened with the residue of his ejaculation, and he raised his hands up in a victorious gesture and the crowd’s cheering amplified.
Then he stepped behind Holly, the former priestess, the one who had watched and smiled as so many of the slaves Ariana knew were similarly fucked and crucified.
Ariana felt her cheeks flush with anger. You deserve this, you foul bitch she thought as she watched Holly clench her jaw and prepare for her violation. Her plump breasts dangled from her chest, between her arms, her wide nipples growing hard in fearful anticipation. You did this to Noma and Hilde and Brooke and Beth and Orla and Mari like it was nothing! You made them suffer and perish for no reason! You deserve this!
Ariana felt herself nearly join the cheering crowd as the Lead Executioner positioned himself behind her, the litany of rage and curses running through her mind. But as the Lead Executioner grabbed Holly’s hips, the former priestess let out a whimper, what little stoicism she had held onto vanishing completely as her mouth opened and her eyes widened.
The fear and shame in her eyes was like a spear, lancing through Ariana’s hate and bringing up unwanted sympathy and guilt; both at her feeling of hate towards Holly as well as her part in causing her presence on this wretched stage.
The Lead Executioner rammed his cock into Holly and her shocked gasp carried across the crowded city square…
Ariana could not help but stare in horror, dreading that she was going to watch this done to Kalla and Ana and then she would suffer it herself.
As Vayla suffered and the crowd cheered at her degrading humiliation, Ariana cursed the Lead Executioner and the High Priestess for their cunning cruelty. For by starting with Vayla, Ariana would have to endure watching and hearing the other women she had condemned to this horrific execution in their initial suffering before she herself suffered it.
The way Vayla’s cheeks blushed and her body seemed completely under the rough thrall of the man ravaging her, Ariana felt her stomach clenching with trepidation. She did not want the man who was going to execute her to put himself inside of her.
The Lead Executioner grunted and pulled his cock out of Vayla. It glistened with the residue of his ejaculation, and he raised his hands up in a victorious gesture and the crowd’s cheering amplified.
Then he stepped behind Holly, the former priestess, the one who had watched and smiled as so many of the slaves Ariana knew were similarly fucked and crucified.
Ariana felt her cheeks flush with anger. You deserve this, you foul bitch she thought as she watched Holly clench her jaw and prepare for her violation. Her plump breasts dangled from her chest, between her arms, her wide nipples growing hard in fearful anticipation. You did this to Noma and Hilde and Brooke and Beth and Orla and Mari like it was nothing! You made them suffer and perish for no reason! You deserve this!
Ariana felt herself nearly join the cheering crowd as the Lead Executioner positioned himself behind her, the litany of rage and curses running through her mind. But as the Lead Executioner grabbed Holly’s hips, the former priestess let out a whimper, what little stoicism she had held onto vanishing completely as her mouth opened and her eyes widened.
The fear and shame in her eyes was like a spear, lancing through Ariana’s hate and bringing up unwanted sympathy and guilt; both at her feeling of hate towards Holly as well as her part in causing her presence on this wretched stage.
The Lead Executioner rammed his cock into Holly and her shocked gasp carried across the crowded city square…
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Former priestess Holly gasped and groaned loudly as the Lead Executioner fucked her roughly from behind. With her skinny arms extended to brace herself against the stage and hold herself up, her hefty breasts swung from her chest as she rocked back and forth, clapping against each other at the apex of their swings, magnifying her humiliation in a supreme demonstration of her powerlessness.
As the man who would oversee her execution stripped away her humanity with every thrust of his strong hips, Holly cried out in her mind to the Gods that she had faithfully served, begging Them for mercy and wishing beyond all reasoning that something might happen to change her grim fate. Her face felt hot as she blushed, and she wanted to close her mouth, but she could not halt the unrelenting flow of breathless, sexual sounds cascading out of her windpipe as the Lead Executioner dominated her with his huge cock!
As Ariana watched the former Priestess suffer, she could not help but feel pity for the girl who was nearly the same age as her. No one deserves punishment like this Ariana thought bitterly, knowing that soon she would suffer the same shameful degradation. Not even she who forced the same torment upon my fellow slaves. Look how the crowd delights in her anguish! No! This cannot be happening! They cannot do this to poor Kalla! To innocent Ana! TO ME! No! No! No!
The Lead Executioner could not hear Ariana’s pleading thoughts, though, nor would he have cared if he somehow could. He was enjoying his sacred duties, and knew that he would, as a gift from the Gods, satiate his hungry cock greatly in the course of this execution.
He reached down and grabbed the disgraced Priestess’ hair and yanked her head up, causing her lean back to arch even more as she strained against his rough fucking. She mewled like an animal as he slapped her ass with his other hand and erupted mightily within her loins.
Praise the Gods he thought as he let go of her hair and squeezed her ass cheeks and the crowd cheered him on. He pulled his cock of her and turned his attention to the first of the three slaves he would now desecrate in preparation for their crucifixions…
As the man who would oversee her execution stripped away her humanity with every thrust of his strong hips, Holly cried out in her mind to the Gods that she had faithfully served, begging Them for mercy and wishing beyond all reasoning that something might happen to change her grim fate. Her face felt hot as she blushed, and she wanted to close her mouth, but she could not halt the unrelenting flow of breathless, sexual sounds cascading out of her windpipe as the Lead Executioner dominated her with his huge cock!
As Ariana watched the former Priestess suffer, she could not help but feel pity for the girl who was nearly the same age as her. No one deserves punishment like this Ariana thought bitterly, knowing that soon she would suffer the same shameful degradation. Not even she who forced the same torment upon my fellow slaves. Look how the crowd delights in her anguish! No! This cannot be happening! They cannot do this to poor Kalla! To innocent Ana! TO ME! No! No! No!
The Lead Executioner could not hear Ariana’s pleading thoughts, though, nor would he have cared if he somehow could. He was enjoying his sacred duties, and knew that he would, as a gift from the Gods, satiate his hungry cock greatly in the course of this execution.
He reached down and grabbed the disgraced Priestess’ hair and yanked her head up, causing her lean back to arch even more as she strained against his rough fucking. She mewled like an animal as he slapped her ass with his other hand and erupted mightily within her loins.
Praise the Gods he thought as he let go of her hair and squeezed her ass cheeks and the crowd cheered him on. He pulled his cock of her and turned his attention to the first of the three slaves he would now desecrate in preparation for their crucifixions…
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Vara had been sold into slavery just two months ago by her parents. They were poor, and when her mother learned that she was with child again, her parents had decided that in order to feed her siblings and her soon be younger brother, that they had no other option. Vara’s father had told her a week after her eighteenth birthday as he walked her towards the slave markets, telling her that he would pray fervently that she was sold to a master who would treat her well. Then he had helped the soldiers strip her nude and watched emotionlessly as they tied the slave’s loincloth around her bony hips and placed the thin leather slave’s belt across her chest to cover her nipples.
Vara had remembered feeling so naked and ashamed and scared as she saw her father for the last time, watching him smile politely at one of the soldiers who gave him a small satchel of coins in exchange for her freedom.
Now, as she knelt completely nude next to the throne where the High Priestess sat, she missed the meager shred of dignity that her slave garb had given her for the last two months.
As she watched the Lead Executioner finish within the condemned girl whom they had said was a former Priestess, Vara gulped nervously at the man being nearly halfway through the line of condemned victims.
For Vara had been selected from the line of slave girls kneeling behind the stage of execution by a pair of guards who stripped her nude and then gave her orders that she would assist in the execution by sucking the cocks of the executioners clean.
Vara was a virgin and had never seen a man naked, let alone used her mouth to clean his manhood. She was nervous and scared, especially when she saw the size of the Lead Executioner’s member.
At least I’m not one of those poor girls who is getting desecrated by him she thought nervously. She turned her head slightly and looked at the crosses.
She had never been to a crucifixion, though she had seen crucified women from afar before. She was frightened of seeing their suffering up close like this.
Currently, the three slave girls who had carried the crossbeams were laying on the lowered crosses. Vara had watched executioners securely affix the beams to each other, and now the three women laid there, sweating nervously, their arms tied tight to the crossbeams still, their legs straddling the beams that would rotate to be vertical, their breasts rising and falling on their chests, a mixture of fear and exhaustion.
Vara gulped and turned away from them. The Lead Executioner stepped behind the middle of the five condemned girls on their hands and knees. Vara blinked her big eyes in shame, she hated being nude on a stage before what looked to be the whole city.
At least I will not be desecrated or crucified she thought. She had no idea how crucifixions truly worked in the Sacred Realm…
Vara had remembered feeling so naked and ashamed and scared as she saw her father for the last time, watching him smile politely at one of the soldiers who gave him a small satchel of coins in exchange for her freedom.
Now, as she knelt completely nude next to the throne where the High Priestess sat, she missed the meager shred of dignity that her slave garb had given her for the last two months.
As she watched the Lead Executioner finish within the condemned girl whom they had said was a former Priestess, Vara gulped nervously at the man being nearly halfway through the line of condemned victims.
For Vara had been selected from the line of slave girls kneeling behind the stage of execution by a pair of guards who stripped her nude and then gave her orders that she would assist in the execution by sucking the cocks of the executioners clean.
Vara was a virgin and had never seen a man naked, let alone used her mouth to clean his manhood. She was nervous and scared, especially when she saw the size of the Lead Executioner’s member.
At least I’m not one of those poor girls who is getting desecrated by him she thought nervously. She turned her head slightly and looked at the crosses.
She had never been to a crucifixion, though she had seen crucified women from afar before. She was frightened of seeing their suffering up close like this.
Currently, the three slave girls who had carried the crossbeams were laying on the lowered crosses. Vara had watched executioners securely affix the beams to each other, and now the three women laid there, sweating nervously, their arms tied tight to the crossbeams still, their legs straddling the beams that would rotate to be vertical, their breasts rising and falling on their chests, a mixture of fear and exhaustion.
Vara gulped and turned away from them. The Lead Executioner stepped behind the middle of the five condemned girls on their hands and knees. Vara blinked her big eyes in shame, she hated being nude on a stage before what looked to be the whole city.
At least I will not be desecrated or crucified she thought. She had no idea how crucifixions truly worked in the Sacred Realm…
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Ariana watched Kalla’s lower lip trembling, her big eyes roving the crowd, her tan cheeks flushed in shame at her nakedness and anticipation of the Lead Executioner about to fuck her from behind. Ariana wished that she could do something, anything to help alleviate her friend’s suffering but she knew that there was not. She had caused this. And they would all pay the ultimate price for her desperate attempt at freedom.
The Lead Executioner grabbed Kalla’s hips and Kalla winced in fright at the powerful man behind her. Kalla let out a shrill moan as he brushed the head of his huge cock against her virgin labia. Ariana wished she was closer to her friend, to try to help comfort her.
The Lead Executioner thrust his cock into Kalla, who yelped loudly as he vigorously fucked her. Ariana watched powerlessly, as Kalla’s skinny body rocked back and forth, her perky breasts jiggling wildly from her chest, her back arching as she endured the overpowering fucking from behind.
Ariana noticed that the Lead Executioner must be losing a bit of stamina from fucking Vayla and Holly first. She saw sweat beading on his forehead and his muscular chest, and heard the rhythmic smacking of his flesh against Kalla’s as he kept his rough, relentless pace. When he let go of Kalla’s hips, Ariana saw where he had been gripping her flesh very tightly.
He reached down and grabbed Kalla’s hair, pulling her up so that her back arched painfully, and her hands could not quite keep their reach to the stage. Kalla squirmed and screamed in pain, her hands instinctively reaching up to grab his.
Ariana watched helplessly as the Lead Executioner smirked at Kalla’s attempt to free her hair from his grip, using his free hand to smack hers out of the way and reach down to grip her throat. He wrapped both hands around her skinny neck and choked her, all the while fucking her hard and deep. Kalla’s big eyes were as wide as they could go, her little mouth open in surprise and shame, her hands trying uselessly to pry his strong ones off of her throat.
Ariana could tell from the bulging in the Lead Executioner’s biceps and forearms that he was choking Kalla hard. All the while, his unrelenting hips kept his cock pumping hard inside of her.
Ariana began to worry and also hope that he was going to strangle Kalla to death as he fucked her there on her knees before the crowd. At least she will not suffer the cross Ariana thought, trying to still the panic rising in her chest as she feared that she was watching her friend’s final moments.
But there is no mercy for the condemned in the Sacred Realm. The Lead Executioner released Kalla’s neck from his hands and she fell forward, catching herself with her hands as the Lead Executioner gripped her ass and grunted as he finished within her.
Kalla’s face was beat red, tears streaming from her wide eyes, her mouth wide open as she caught her breath from the vicious fucking and choking.
The Lead Executioner stepped back from her and wiped the sweat from his brow and turned his gaze to Ana…
The Lead Executioner grabbed Kalla’s hips and Kalla winced in fright at the powerful man behind her. Kalla let out a shrill moan as he brushed the head of his huge cock against her virgin labia. Ariana wished she was closer to her friend, to try to help comfort her.
The Lead Executioner thrust his cock into Kalla, who yelped loudly as he vigorously fucked her. Ariana watched powerlessly, as Kalla’s skinny body rocked back and forth, her perky breasts jiggling wildly from her chest, her back arching as she endured the overpowering fucking from behind.
Ariana noticed that the Lead Executioner must be losing a bit of stamina from fucking Vayla and Holly first. She saw sweat beading on his forehead and his muscular chest, and heard the rhythmic smacking of his flesh against Kalla’s as he kept his rough, relentless pace. When he let go of Kalla’s hips, Ariana saw where he had been gripping her flesh very tightly.
He reached down and grabbed Kalla’s hair, pulling her up so that her back arched painfully, and her hands could not quite keep their reach to the stage. Kalla squirmed and screamed in pain, her hands instinctively reaching up to grab his.
Ariana watched helplessly as the Lead Executioner smirked at Kalla’s attempt to free her hair from his grip, using his free hand to smack hers out of the way and reach down to grip her throat. He wrapped both hands around her skinny neck and choked her, all the while fucking her hard and deep. Kalla’s big eyes were as wide as they could go, her little mouth open in surprise and shame, her hands trying uselessly to pry his strong ones off of her throat.
Ariana could tell from the bulging in the Lead Executioner’s biceps and forearms that he was choking Kalla hard. All the while, his unrelenting hips kept his cock pumping hard inside of her.
Ariana began to worry and also hope that he was going to strangle Kalla to death as he fucked her there on her knees before the crowd. At least she will not suffer the cross Ariana thought, trying to still the panic rising in her chest as she feared that she was watching her friend’s final moments.
But there is no mercy for the condemned in the Sacred Realm. The Lead Executioner released Kalla’s neck from his hands and she fell forward, catching herself with her hands as the Lead Executioner gripped her ass and grunted as he finished within her.
Kalla’s face was beat red, tears streaming from her wide eyes, her mouth wide open as she caught her breath from the vicious fucking and choking.
The Lead Executioner stepped back from her and wiped the sweat from his brow and turned his gaze to Ana…
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Kalla’s fucking, right next to Ana, had been the roughest of the three, and Ana’s already pale skin had gone as white as a sheet as she swayed on her hands and knees, on the verge of swooning out of terror. Her eyes focused on nothing in particular, her mouth was open slightly, and her large breasts dangled from her chest, as the Lead Executioner got behind her.
Ariana watched helplessly as the Lead Executioner grabbed Ana’s hips and rammed his cock into her virgin loins, eliciting a sharp yelp from Ana. The crowd’s cheering magnified, Ana’s large breasts putting on a show for them as she rocked back and forth from the vigorous fucking. Ana’s soft voice translated to her moans and exclamations of carnal suffering. Even Ariana could barely hear them over the roar of the crowd. But she saw the hopelessly and anguish in Ana’s face as she suffered her humiliating torment.
Ariana watched helplessly as the Lead Executioner grabbed Ana’s hips and rammed his cock into her virgin loins, eliciting a sharp yelp from Ana. The crowd’s cheering magnified, Ana’s large breasts putting on a show for them as she rocked back and forth from the vigorous fucking. Ana’s soft voice translated to her moans and exclamations of carnal suffering. Even Ariana could barely hear them over the roar of the crowd. But she saw the hopelessly and anguish in Ana’s face as she suffered her humiliating torment.
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Ariana kept looking down at her friend Ana’s tits as they slapped together loudly from her rough fucking, the sound drawing her gaze, then she would blush and look back up at Ana’s face, trying to respect her friend’s dignity as she was fucked like an animal on all fours before the crowd. Ana’s eyes scanned the crowd, but whereas they were normally soft and inquisitive, now they were distant and empty, like her soul had fled as her body was desecrated.
This is all my fault Ariana thought with shame and terrible anguish.
The Lead Executioner thrust into Ana hard and unrelentingly, the sounds emanating from Ana’s open mouth were pained and breathless and loud. To Ariana’s relief, he seemed to be focusing on ramming himself into her instead of pulling her hair or choking her, as he had done to poor Kalla.
Finally, after what felt like a nightmarish eternity to Ariana, the Lead Executioner grunted savagely as he ejaculated within Ana.
That was horrific to endure watching Ariana thought. It must have been even worse for poor Ana. Oh no. Now he shall have his way with me. I do not want it. No! No! No!
The Lead Executioner stepped behind her and Ariana looked out at the crowd cheering loudly. She felt all eyes upon her and her naked body.
Her skin crawled as she felt their eager anticipation at witnessing her ravaging. I am about to lose my virginity. I shall never be clothed again. They hate me. They wish to see me suffer. Ariana suddenly felt as though she might pass out from horror and panic.
She felt strong hands grab her hips and nearly jumped out of her skin in fright. Her curly red hair cascaded down around her face as she breathed heavily, trying to anticipate how it was going to feel. She could not fathom the Lead Executioner’s penis being inside of her body!
She felt his grip tightened and something huge brushed up against her labia, sending a shockwave of strong sensation coursing through her body that made her moan in shock and want to curl up tightly.
The crowd roared and Ariana’s body tensed up as the Lead Executioner penetrated her. The sound that erupted from her mouth was unlike any sound she had ever made before. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched and she focused on keeping her arms extended so that she did not fall as her body rocked back and forth roughly, the man overseeing her execution engorging her with his member! Ariana felt like she was on the verge of rupturing as he fucked her hard.
Her chest ached as her perky breasts swung wildly from her chest, her hair crashing against her face as she squealed and yelped and moaned and cried out.
She hated it. She hated it so much. And she knew that it was only the beginning of her torment…
This is all my fault Ariana thought with shame and terrible anguish.
The Lead Executioner thrust into Ana hard and unrelentingly, the sounds emanating from Ana’s open mouth were pained and breathless and loud. To Ariana’s relief, he seemed to be focusing on ramming himself into her instead of pulling her hair or choking her, as he had done to poor Kalla.
Finally, after what felt like a nightmarish eternity to Ariana, the Lead Executioner grunted savagely as he ejaculated within Ana.
That was horrific to endure watching Ariana thought. It must have been even worse for poor Ana. Oh no. Now he shall have his way with me. I do not want it. No! No! No!
The Lead Executioner stepped behind her and Ariana looked out at the crowd cheering loudly. She felt all eyes upon her and her naked body.
Her skin crawled as she felt their eager anticipation at witnessing her ravaging. I am about to lose my virginity. I shall never be clothed again. They hate me. They wish to see me suffer. Ariana suddenly felt as though she might pass out from horror and panic.
She felt strong hands grab her hips and nearly jumped out of her skin in fright. Her curly red hair cascaded down around her face as she breathed heavily, trying to anticipate how it was going to feel. She could not fathom the Lead Executioner’s penis being inside of her body!
She felt his grip tightened and something huge brushed up against her labia, sending a shockwave of strong sensation coursing through her body that made her moan in shock and want to curl up tightly.
The crowd roared and Ariana’s body tensed up as the Lead Executioner penetrated her. The sound that erupted from her mouth was unlike any sound she had ever made before. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched and she focused on keeping her arms extended so that she did not fall as her body rocked back and forth roughly, the man overseeing her execution engorging her with his member! Ariana felt like she was on the verge of rupturing as he fucked her hard.
Her chest ached as her perky breasts swung wildly from her chest, her hair crashing against her face as she squealed and yelped and moaned and cried out.
She hated it. She hated it so much. And she knew that it was only the beginning of her torment…
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High Priestess Anjela watched with regal approval as the Lead Executioner railed the slave who had escaped, her shouts and cries of carnal suffering were a good start to the agony that the Gods demanded for her atrocious sin.
The High Priestess adjusted herself in her throne slightly, feeling a rush of cruel delight at the way the Lead Executioner’s chiseled pelvis smacked against the slave Ariana’s lean ass as he fucked her vigorously.
The High Priestess saw the Lead Executioner’s lip curl in an animalistic snarl, his thrusts into the slave getting even more ferocious; he was nearly finished.
Anjela looked over her shoulder towards the three lowered crosses and the naked slave girls tied to them at the wrists. A few executioners stood respectfully at the back of the stage, keeping an eye on the bound slave girls, their cocks semi erect as they watched the nude slave’s chests rise and fall.
The High Priestess gave them a slight wave with her hand. It was a signal to proceed to the next phase of the execution proceeding.
The three slaves who had carried the crossbeams would remain bound to their crosses while executioners saw to it that they were no longer virgins. Then they would be nailed and raised up, for entertainment while the five condemned girls suffered more carnal humiliations leading up their own crucifixions.
It was important, in accordance with the will of the Gods, that the five condemned sinners be brutally tormented and degraded before their final suffering on the cross.
And the High Priestess was a true believer. She would see to it that these sinful women suffered appropriately.
The Lead Executioner grunted his completion and pulled his cock out of the slave Ariana, who groaned breathlessly.
By the Gods, his cock is enormous Anjela thought. What a brutal instrument of the Gods’ righteous fury.
She watched with a smile as he wiped sweat from his brow and strode over to the slave who would suck his cock clean, while simultaneously five executioners marched towards the five girls on their hands and knees, their cocks hardening as they prepared to continue the condemneds’ torment.
The High Priestess adjusted herself in her throne slightly, feeling a rush of cruel delight at the way the Lead Executioner’s chiseled pelvis smacked against the slave Ariana’s lean ass as he fucked her vigorously.
The High Priestess saw the Lead Executioner’s lip curl in an animalistic snarl, his thrusts into the slave getting even more ferocious; he was nearly finished.
Anjela looked over her shoulder towards the three lowered crosses and the naked slave girls tied to them at the wrists. A few executioners stood respectfully at the back of the stage, keeping an eye on the bound slave girls, their cocks semi erect as they watched the nude slave’s chests rise and fall.
The High Priestess gave them a slight wave with her hand. It was a signal to proceed to the next phase of the execution proceeding.
The three slaves who had carried the crossbeams would remain bound to their crosses while executioners saw to it that they were no longer virgins. Then they would be nailed and raised up, for entertainment while the five condemned girls suffered more carnal humiliations leading up their own crucifixions.
It was important, in accordance with the will of the Gods, that the five condemned sinners be brutally tormented and degraded before their final suffering on the cross.
And the High Priestess was a true believer. She would see to it that these sinful women suffered appropriately.
The Lead Executioner grunted his completion and pulled his cock out of the slave Ariana, who groaned breathlessly.
By the Gods, his cock is enormous Anjela thought. What a brutal instrument of the Gods’ righteous fury.
She watched with a smile as he wiped sweat from his brow and strode over to the slave who would suck his cock clean, while simultaneously five executioners marched towards the five girls on their hands and knees, their cocks hardening as they prepared to continue the condemneds’ torment.