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The Gods’ Edicts Chapter XIV: An Example for the Masses

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Ariana gasped as she felt a new man grab her hips. She was still trying to catch her breathe from the rough fucking the Lead Executioner had subjected her too. She felt the heat in her flushed face, and sweat dripped down her brow and she desperately wanted to curl up and be left alone.

She heard a symphony of yelps and moans as Vayla and Holly and Kalla and Ana all reacted to executioners ramming their cocks into them from behind. Ariana could barely process the degrading lineup before she was forced to join it, her smooth, skinny back arching as the executioner gripping her hips entered into her roughly.

She bucked back forth under the dominating barrage of his fucking, the fifth in a line of powerless condemned women getting fucked hard on all fours for the joy of the crowd.

Mere meters behind her, slave girl Vara watched in wide eyed apprehension as the Lead Executioner walked over to her, his huge cock bobbing up and down from his chiseled groin as he walked, the long shaft glistening from the fluids he had erupted into his five victims.

Vara pressed her thighs together instinctively, her acute awareness of her nudity and his looming cock making her feel vulnerable and afraid. Her hands were tied behind her back and the thin leather collar around her skinny neck chained her to the stage a little bit behind where she knelt.

She opened her mouth obediently, her eyes locked onto the Lead Executioner’s huge penis, unsure of how she could fit it down her own throat without choking…
 
The Lead Executioner looked down at the skinny slave girl kneeling before him. Behind him, he heard the moans and yelps of the five condemned girls getting fucked by his executioners. He could see the fear in the eyes of this slave, he knew that she had been told her task in the execution ritual. He looked down at his cock and thanked the Gods for endowing him so.

When the tip of his penis was close enough to her mouth that he felt the warmth of her nervous breaths on it, he spoke. “Relax your throat, slave.”

She blinked a couple of times, then opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out slightly in obedient compliance. He inserted his cock in, pushing into her throat as he deep as he could go, holding her head steady with his hands, her muffled gasp and trembling causing his cock to harden, satiated as it was by the five women he had just fucked before the entire city.

He felt her trembling intensify and let go of her head, allowing her to pull back and breathe. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes from the gagging.

“Now use your lips to suck it clean, thoroughly. Start at the base on one side, and work your away across the entirety of it.” He ordered. She nodded and leaned over and suctioned her lips on the left side of his shaft and began to work her way down his long cock.

While she used her lips and tongue to clean his manhood, he looked to his men preparing the three slaves bound to the crosses. Each of the slaves had an executioner between her legs, thrusting into them hard while they writhed and moaned helplessly on the lowered crosses.

He felt the slave girl finish her oral work on his cock. He strode away from her, towards the crosses. He watched one of his executioners finish inside of the bustiest of the three slaves, and another man took his place immediately.

“Alright lads, finish up and let’s nail and raise these three.”

His men all nodded at his order, eager to carry it out. He was excited to watch.
 
Ariana, Ana, Kalla, the former priestess Holly, and Vayla all moaned and undulated as they were all simultaneously fucked from behind by executioners as the crowd enjoyed their humiliation.

Mere meters behind them, the Lead Executioner watched as his subordinates finished preparing the three slave girls who had borne the crossbeams to the execution stage.

All three had been fucked a handful of times whilst tied to the crosses. The three slaves were sweaty, their faces flushed from the rough, rapid intercourse.

He roamed around, supervising his men as they held the slaves’ arms down and nailed their wrists. He wanted to see which men had promising technique with the nail placement and the hammering. But he also enjoyed watching the slaves’ reactions to have their wrists impaled.

The skinny brunette had watched his executioners place the nails with wide, unbelieving eyes. Then she had screamed shrilly as the hammer strikes drove the iron spikes through her bony little wrists. She writhed and cried out and kicked uselessly with her skinny legs.

The busty, dark haired slave on the center cross put on a good show. She stared in horror at the nails being placed over her wrists, her sexy mouth open wide. With every hammer strike she cried out and tensed up her whole body, causing her plump tits to jiggle wildly.

The skinny blonde on the rightmost cross closed her eyes when she saw the nails, shacking her head back and forth and muttering like she was pleading with the Gods. Her prayers turned to shrieking as his men drove the nails through the flesh of her wrists.

His men moved efficiently to hold down the three slaves’ legs and nail their feet. Some of his men, who were in line to fuck the five condemned girls at the front of the stage, stepped over while his subordinates worked on nailing the three slaves’ feet, to stroke their cocks and watch. Two of them stood over the malnourished looking brunette, and one went over to straddle the skinny blonde. But five if then stood over the busty slave, their hands stroking vigorously so that they could honor the Gods and splatter her smooth, tan skin with their seed.

The Lead Executioner savored the chorus of screams that erupted from the three slaves as their feet were nailed, each receiving a third nail to pin their feet one atop the other to the crosses.

As their shouts of pain and terror turned to moans of agony, those of his men who had been standing over them erupted their semen onto the three slaves.

The petite brunette had pale jizz splattered on her perky breasts and her face, a big clump of ejaculate pooling in her left eye, which clearly stung.

The skinny blonde had a smattering of cum across her lower abdomen, her pale chest rising and falling as she stared up at the sky in wide eyed pain and horror.

And the busty slave had the eager loads of five vigorous men spread across her ample chest and anguished face.

His men who had done the nailing stepped back and looked to him. He nodded in approval, and two of his men walked over to the large wooden wheel on the left side of the stage.

Time to raise up the first of many offerings to the Gods on this glorious day he thought…
 
Ariana yelped as yet another executioner rammed himself into her from behind. This was the third man to ravage her since the Lead Executioner had stolen her virginity mere minutes ago on the stage. Or was it the fourth?

Even over the loud sounds of Ana and Kalla and Holly and Vayla suffering next to her, as the last executioner had fucked her, Ariana had heard shrill, desperate screams behind her.

She assumed that it was the slaves whom she had chosen to bear their crossbeams. I am sorry she thought with earnest despair. I never should have escaped! I never should have fled! Now so many will suffer and perish because of me!

Ariana looked over and saw Ana, her face flushed and sweaty, her large tits clashing between her trembling arms as she was fucked hard by a muscular executioner.

She watched as Ana swooned and collapsed down to her elbows, her arms shaking with weakness, her breasts now brushing against the wooden stage. The executioner did not stop his thrusting, but after he finished, Ana was pulled up and groaned in shame and exhaustion as her hands were tied behind her back.

Ariana let out a squeal as the executioner inside of her finished and pulled out, only to be replaced by a new man within seconds.

Ariana saw the crowd’s gave drift up above her and then heard a loud thud which also reverberated slightly through the stage.

The crosses are raised Ariana thought with heart stopping terror. She was almost relieved that she could not look back and see the suffering upon them…
 
Vara the slave girl had barely recovered from the oral assailing of the Lead Executioner’s massive cock when she began to receive executioners who had finished fucking the five condemned girls at the front of the stage or the three slaves being crucified.

While many of the executioners were also quite well endowed, none were as difficult for her to clean with her mouth as the Lead man’s had been. Yet the rate of executioners needing their cocks sucked clean became her new challenge.

No sooner had she suckled one man’s penis clean then the next one stepped up to take his place. She was getting exhausted and had to focus on her breathing through her nose so that she could keep up and not swoon.

She had managed to look up as the crosses were raised, seeing the poor slave girls, naked and splattered in pale ejaculate, squirming and writhing in horrifying agony as they were raised up. Vara wondered naively what the three of them had done to deserve such a horrible execution.

The unrelenting barrage of executioners needing their cocks cleaned continued, and Vara yearned desperately for a sip of water to hydrate her and hopefully wash away the taste of the sweaty cocks and she knew not what bodily fluids that was heavy on her tongue.

Meanwhile at the front of the stage…
 
Ana had dreaded whatever punishment she would receive for not being able to stay on her hands and knees like Ariana and Kalla and the other two unfortunates were still suffering.

She simply lost the strength to hold herself up. As she knelt there, feeling men tie her wrists behind her back, her naked body shamefully on display for the crowd, she wondered how much crucifixion would hurt. And how many more executioners would desecrate her body and humiliate and torment her before her painful death.

She was shocked that she was not weeping. Or screaming. It must be…shock. She was pulled to her feet and the strong men behind her moved her back a few paces. She heard a weak cry of pain from behind her and up, and her face flushed as she realized that the slaves who had borne the crossbeams were now crucified.

Holly, the priestess who had crucified so many of her friends, gasped breathlessly as a muscular executioner fucked her hard from behind. Ana wanted to watch her crucified, and then felt immediate shame at the vengeful thought.

She was yanked from her feelings as she watched a pair of executioners move a low wooden bench to the place where she had been ravaged on her hands and knees, at the front of the stage between Ariana and Kalla.

The two naked men placed the bench and then one of them laid down on it, his back on the bench and the top of his head facing the crowd. He began to stroke his thick cock with his hand as he craned his neck and stared at her chest.

Ana blushed even harder and felt her body shrink back instinctively, her thighs pressing together and her shoulders lowering. But the men behind her pushed her forward and walked her to straddle the executioner on the bench.

Ana realized that she was intuitively straining against the cord securely binding her wrists behind her back. She stopped straining, realizing that resistance would only bring her more torment.

The man on the bench let go of his penis, which was now hard, and reached up to grab her hips, maneuvering her to sink down slightly and rest her groin upon his as his cock penetrated her. Ana moaned at the cock going so deep into her already aching loins.

The man reached up and squeezed her tits hard. She looked at him and saw that his expression was aroused but also formal. Like he was performing a physical task, no emotion behind his eyes. The apathy of it made it all the more terrifying for her.

Right as she thought he was about to start rocking his hips to fuck her, she felt hands spread her ass cheeks and she gasped as another cock entered her anus.

Then both of the men inside her began to fuck her in earnest, and she arched her head back and let out a carnal cry of anguish. The executioner laying on the bench let his hands move down below her breasts to her ribs, to keep her up but to allow her breasts to bounce up and down as she rocked powerfully from the two men inside of her.

“No! No! Please!” She moaned breathlessly as the powerful ripples of her executioners movements reverberated through her body…
 
Ariana heard Ana cry out and strained her neck as she was fucked hard to look to her side. She saw Ana bouncing helplessly as she was double penetrated, and as she beheld the ashamed, anguished, breathless expression on poor Ana’s face, she moaned at the thought of these foul, cruel executioners doing that to her.

A little ways beyond her and Ana, Vayla the former servant began to lose strength in her arms. The executioner fucking her took notice, and when he finished inside of her, he reached down and grabbed her skinny arms and pulled her up, so that her torso was parallel to the stage. He looked over to his superior, to motion for them to bring the bench, and some rope to bind the girl’s hands with, but the Lead Executioner motioned for him to wait a moment.

While he waited, the executioner leaned in so that his mouth was right next to Vayla’s ear. “Clasp your hands together.” He ordered.

She whimpered submissively, so he let go of her arms and stepped around to behold the condemned girl he had just fucked.

She was pretty, he thought, except for the scar on her temple. Her tits were big for her skinny frame, and she had big, frightened eyes and soft cheeks that were reddened with fear and shame. Her sexy little mouth was agape slightly, catching her breath from the fucking she had just endured from him.

The executioner looked over at the line for the cock cleaning slave and then back down at Vayla. He grabbed the back of her head and rammed his cock into her mouth.

She gagged on it and sputtered. “Suck! Close your lips around it and suck!” He ordered. She complied. He used his hands to make her head bob back and forth a bit on his cock.

He saw that a number of his fellow executioners were walking over a wooden X-shaped bench for her. It was like the bench the other slave was suffering on now, except instead of a flat top, it had two intersecting beams in an X shape that she could be tied to, and the X could be raised up from the bench to rotate parallel to the ground, to display the victim. It was a good torture implement constructed by men far smarter than he.

He pulled his cock out of the girl’s mouth and slapped her cheeks. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “Your fun is just beginning, bitch.” He said with a smile as he watched his fellow executioners grab her and pull her onto the X. She laid down on it with no resistance, just the occasional whimper or moan of fear.

He stepped over to help them tie her wrists and ankles to the implement, strapping her down tight, with her limbs spread.

The Lead Executioner stepped over and pointed at the strapped down girl. “Cover her in cum, and get the others,” he gestured at Holly, Kalla, and Ariana. “Onto the benches and begin their double fucking.”

The executioners nodded obediently and went to fulfill his orders while a half a dozen men surrounded Vayla and began to stroke their cocks over her…
 
The slave crucified on the center cross had been given a long name at birth, but when she was enslaved as a teenager, her masters simply called her Lia.

Lia’s gaze wandered as she hung from the nails pinning her painfully to her cross. She looked down upon the five condemned girls and their various torments down on the stage. It did not distract her at all from her excruciating pain, her whole body was screaming for a position that did not hurt, and no matter how she squirmed she could not find it. Nor could she dispel the all consuming awareness of her nakedness. She felt the ejaculate of the men who had crucified her oozing slowly down her body, making her skin crawl.

Lia whimpered and looked at the blonde slave crucified to her left. The petite slave, whom she had worked with a few times but never caught her name, was straining wildly against her nails, her eyes wide in agony.

Lia looked to her right and saw the malnourished brunette slave, her skinny arms stretched above her head to where her wrists were nailed, her legs bent at the knee, and her head hung low as her perky breasts rose and fell faintly with labored breathes. Her mouth was open in a silent scream of pain. Lia guessed that if her lungs had more air in them, she would be shrieking loudly.

Lia wanted to shriek loudly. But she, too, was in far too much agony to emit more than the occasional moan or gasp. Her loins ached from where her executioners had fucked her just before they nailed her. Her back and shoulders throbbed in pain as her heavy tits hung strenuously from her stretched chest.

We did nothing wrong Lia thought bitterly. No crime. No mistakes. And now they are ending our lives. She would have wept or begged if she had the stamina and was not in overpowering, extreme pain.

I have not yet seen my twenty second winter she thought. I want to live. I want to live more. Even as a slave. Please Gods…have mercy on me…I will do anything…
 
As the three crucified slave girls suffered on the crosses, below them at the front of the stage, the five condemned girls were enduring just the beginning of their elaborate and degrading execution ritual.

On the left side of the stage, from the crowd’s perspective, Vayla was tied uncomfortably to a wooden X, her arms and legs stretched out as she lay perpendicular to the stage. A dozen executioners had ejaculated onto her restrained body, smattering her thighs, groin, belly, chest, neck, and face in their cum. And another group of five men were stroking their cocks to add their loads to her shameful covering. Her eyes were closed tightly, for when the first group of men had cum on her, one of them landed a clump of their semen right in her eye, which stung greatly.

To the right of her, Holly, the former priestess, had been pulled up from being ravaged on her hands and knees, so that her hands could be tied behind her back. A bench was placed before her and she was made to straddle an executioner while another began fucking her simultaneously in the ass. She could not stop herself from squealing and yelping shrilly as the men double fucked her and her heavy tits thrashed up and down from her chest as she bounced from the overwhelming fucking.

Next to her, Kalla had been subjected to the same thing, her eyes wide and her mouth stuck open in a perpetual, loud moan as she was overpowered by the two executioners inside of her.

Next to Kalla, Ana cried out breathlessly as she was vigorously double penetrated, her breasts swinging wildly as she endured the rough fucking.

And to the right of her, Ariana was still on her hands and knees, her lean body glistening with sweat, her perky breasts jiggling as they dangled from her chest, her face red with exertion, framed by her red hair, her mouth open in a pained expression as the latest executioner rammed his cock into her aching loins.

Ariana had lost count of how many men had fucked her since the lead executioner stole her virginity. At least ten. Maybe a few more.

The executioner ravaging her grunt and slapped her ass hard as he finished inside of her. She startled as, instead of a new cock thrusting into her, she felt strong hands grab her arms and pull her up.

Still on knees but with her body perpendicular to the stage for the first time since she had been pushed down to be fucked publicly, her vision blurred for a moment as she nearly swooned from the change in positions. She felt sweat cascade down her beat-red face as she caught her breathe, far too afraid and exhausted already to resist as her hands were bound tightly behind her back.

She expected a bench to be placed before her for her own double fucking. Hearing the other girls suffering the unrelenting double penetration, she was terrified of how it was going to feel; how her body would be overpowered for the crowd’s delight. She did not want it. Her womanhood throbbed painfully; she did not want more fucking plus another cock in her ass.

But instead of a bench, she felt the hands that had tied her wrists together pull her up, so that she stood on her feet.

The executioners turned her around and she looked up at the crucified slave girls. Her stomach dropped and the color drained from her face.

The nails impaling their feet and wrists. The way their hips gyrated slightly as they squirmed painfully. The excruciating expressions on suffering on their faces.

Ariana balked at seeing the horror that she had caused on three young women who were completely innocent. Slaves like her. And then she was turned to march past the others she had doomed. Poor, sweet Ana. Kind, tender Kalla. The cruel priestess Holly. The unfortunate servant Vayla…

Ariana’s face flushed anew with shame and horror as she saw that, unlike Ana and Kalla and the priestess, Vayla was not bouncing as a duo of executioners ravaged her.

No, she was strapped tightly to a wooden X, which was now rotated to be at an angle to the stage, so that she was on display for the crowd, but not at a full perpendicular angle, so that the multitude of jizz would not entirely slough off of her body.

Ariana was made to kneel before Vayla, whose entire body was caked in the pale ejaculate of their executioners. Ariana felt perverse relief that Vayla’s cum drenched eyes were pressed shut. If she had looked down upon her, Ariana thought she would not be able to endure the look of pain that was assuredly in her eyes.

I did this. This is my fault. These poor women.

The executioners who had marched her there yanked her curly red hair to pull her from her guilty reverie. “Suck her clean. Swallow it all.” One of them ordered callously.

Ariana gulped in disgust and blinked tears from her eyes. She imagined what would happen if she shook her head and said “no”. Looking up at the three slaves writhing naked on the crosses, she felt any dignity and fantasy of resistance fall from her immediately.

She leaned forward and put her mouth to Vayla’s cum-splattered inner thigh…
 
Ariana suppressed a gag of disgust as she sucked up her first mouthful of the thick ejaculate slowly oozing down Vayla’s naked body.

She shuddered but swallowed the gross fluid. She took a couple of breathes and then leaned forward to resume, running her mouth up and down along Vayla’s pale thigh, slurping up as much as she could. She heard Vayla stifle a moan from above her.

As she swallowed the grotesque mouthful of ejaculate and moved to work her way up the servant girl’s other thigh, she dreaded having to work her mouth all over the girl’s body.

Ariana knew her executioners would tolerate nothing but absolute obedience in her degradation and torment, so she diligently ran her mouth all along Vayla’s thighs, sucking up all of the cum on her sweaty skin. All the while, she could not drown out the squeals and gasps of sexual agony emanating from former priestess Holly and her two fellow slaves, Kalla and Ana, as the three of them endured an unrelenting barrage of cocks in their pussies and asses on the benches of double penetration.

The crowd was enjoying the show. High Priestess Anjela smiled as she roamed her gaze across the approving citizens and the tormented women on the stage. Close to her, kneeling nude and bound, was the slave girl Vara sucking clean the cocks of the many executioners. The skinny slave girl’s face was flushed as the constant queue of penises was shoved into her mouth.

High Priestess Anjela said a silent prayer of thanks to the Gods. Their Edicts and Will was so powerful and wondrously brutal to behold.

She looked up at the three crucified slaves who had borne the condemned’s crossbeams to the stage. Their suffering was so immense!

The three of them had been crucified less than half an hour, and yet their faces were contorted in sheer agony, their naked bodies doused in sweat, their writhing against the nails so beautifully pained and tormented!

This is going splendidly Anjela thought with a happy smile.
 
Ariana blushed intensely as she leaned in to suck the executioners’ ejaculate off of Vayla’s vagina. She had never had her face this close to a woman’s groin before. The servant girl whom she had condemned to this torment when she stole her keys in her escape attempt gasped with surprise and impulse as Ariana’s tongue and lips slurped the cum off of her tender pussy.

Vayla shuddered and whimpered as Ariana ran her mouth along her hips, collecting more semen with her mouth. Ariana felt the crowd watching her degrade her mouth and Vayla’s body, so much so that she forgot that an executioner stood nearby, supervising.

“Think you missed some on her cunt.” He said gruffly, his cock rock-hard as he watched. “Get your tongue in there, make sure you get it all.”

Ariana gulped but then leaned in to comply. As she latched onto Vayla’s womanhood and aggressively swept with her tongue, Vayla strained against the ropes binding her wrists and ankles to the wooden X as her body tensed up and she squealed breathlessly, as she had when the Lead Executioner had roughly taken her virginity.

Ariana’s eye’s teared up as she leaned back and swallowed. Not from the gross mass of jizz in her mouth, but from the feeling that she was violating Vayla.

I should never have escaped she thought bitterly. I should never have escaped.

Kalla and Ana (and even Holly’s) moans and shouts of carnal torment only drove her guilt further, crushing her spirit like a hammer striking a nail. A fitting metaphor for her torment.

Ariana blinked the tears from her eyes and began running her mouth along Vayla’s cum-splattered torso…
 
High Priestess Anjela motioned to the Lead Executioner as she watched the condemned suffering in accordance with the Gods’ Edicts. He strode across the stage to her, his gargantuan cock dangling between his legs, nearly to his knees.

He nodded respectfully to her when he reached her. I should make him bow she thought. I am, after all, overseeing this execution in the King’s stead. I bet his cock would touch the stage if he knelt before me.

She decided against it. She’d need Tiberius to be a loyal ally once she put her plans with the King into motion. She smiled at him. Genuinely.

“The execution is proceeding gloriously. You are a true and skilled servant of the almighty Gods.” She said.

“Thank you, High Priestess.” He said calmly.

She gestured to his staggering cock. “May I make a request? Or do you require some more time to rebuild your stamina?”

He shrugged. “Always ready to serve the Gods, High Priestess. What can I do?”

Anjela smiled and pointed to Holly, the former priestess. The twenty year old, busty blonde had her mouth wide open in a carnal, enduring moan as two muscular executioners fucked her vigorously in her ass and pussy.

“Bring her to me when they finish. I’d like you to assist me in humbling her further.”

“Of course, High Priestess.”
 
As Ariana suckled Vayla’s breasts to swallow the semen splattered upon them, eliciting moans and ashamed whimpers from the former servant girl, Holly was nearby, bouncing up and down as she was fucked simultaneously in the ass and pussy.

Her breasts ached from swinging so wildly from her chest, unrestrained by clothes or dignity. She felt the two executioner’s change their tempo, thrusting slower but harder. They were finishing within her.

Holly assumed another pair would take their place immediately to continue her degradation, just as this pair had done after the last had finished.

Gods, please have mercy upon me! She cried out in her mind as the executioner behind her pulled his cock out of her ass. I wish to serve You all my days! Please do not let my life end in shame upon the cross!

The executioner laying on the bench, whose hands held her rib cage below her breasts, so she stayed upright and on display for the crowd, grunted as he finished ejaculating within her aching loins.

Holly felt strong hands pull her back from the bench and she breathed deeply, trying to prepare herself for the next pair of cocks. But instead she was marched away from the bench, towards the High Priestess and the Lead Executioner.

Holly was marched past the two slave girls suffering on the benches of double penetration. Up on the crosses, the slave girls were writhing weakly in their agony.

Holly was brought to the High Priestess and dropped to her knees before her, her hands still bound behind her back.

She looked up at High Priestess Anjela, painfully aware of her shameful nakedness. “High Priestess,” she bowed as low as she could without falling to the stage. “Blessings and Grace upon you.”
 
High Priestess Anjela looked down at Holly. The former priestess’ body was glistening with sweat, her brunette hair damp against her forehead.

“You are a disgrace to the Sisters of Suffering. Your ineptitude has tarnished the Sacred Realm, and insulted the Gods Themselves.”

The words were like daggers in Holly’s heart. All her life she had wanted to be pure and faithful to the Gods. Being a pious servant unto Them had always been her focus. She felt tears welling up in her eyes.

“May I speak, High Priestess?” She asked in a trembling whisper.

“Very well.” The High Priestess said.

Holly looked up at her. “I am bereaved and wholly contrite for failing The Sisters. And the blessed, Sacred Realm. And the holy and eternal and perfect Gods. I am sorry. I am sorry. I beg forgiveness.”

The High Priestess leaned forward in her throne, her fingers caressing Holly’s chin. She smiled. “You ask for forgiveness?”

“Yes!” Holly whimpered.

“Curious. Most ask for mercy when they face the suffering of the cross.”

Holly gulped. She had to give herself up to the Gods. Entirely. Cast aside herself as a person. As a vessel. She had to be pious. She had to be obedient. But the cross…

“High Priestess, I wish only to appease the vast and wondrous Gods. I would be honored, truly honored, to serve Them for all the days of a long and glorious life. To further Their perfect ways and holy Edicts. To serve the Sacred Realm that They have sanctified. But…if Their sacred will demands that I suffer the cross to atone for my sins…” Holly began to shake in fear. “Then let it be so. I accept and give thanks to the Gods for Their Wisdom. I pray that my suffering appeases Them.”

The High Priestess smiled warmly at her. “Good girl.” She said as she leaned back in her throne. “I prayed to the Gods when I gave the order to have you arrested. And They confirmed to me that your failure was of grievous sin. One of hubris and disloyalty. But They spoke to me of suffering. If you suffer as much as possible, The Gods just might forgive you. And redeem your wicked soul.”

Holly was hyperventilating with terror. She felt the color drain from her face. But she nodded. “Yes, High Priestess. Thank you. Thank you. Glory to the Gods! Please make me suffer as much as possible! Please!”

The High Priestess smiled. “I shall. You are welcome.”

The Lead Executioner undid the bindings around her wrists, freeing her hands. His two subordinates who had escorted her here from the bench stepped in front of Holly.

He grabbed her hips and prepared to thrust his massive cock into her for the second time this day. “Pleasure my men while I take you.” He ordered.

“Yes sir.” She said anxiously. “Thank you.” She grabbed onto the man closest to her and began sucking his cock diligently. The Lead Executioner began to fuck her. She struggled against the overpowering of his huge cock within her, but she managed to keep the other executioner’s cock in her mouth.

The High Priestess nodded at him, a happy smile on her face as she watched Holly struggle.
 
Ariana had sucked Vayla’s chest clean of cum. She was working her way up the girl’s skinny neck. Soon she would swallow the ejaculate off of the poor girl’s face and then some new torment would presumably be thrust upon them.

Ariana had to stand now, whereas she had knelt most of the time she was sucking the girl’s body clean. This meant that her body kept accidentally brushing against Vayla’s breasts. Ariana had to stifle the urge to apologize every time. She cleaned the semen off of Vayla’s face, including the globs that had splattered onto her eyes.

She swallowed the final mouthful of jizz and Vayla opened her eyes. Staring into the former servant girl’s scared eyes, Ariana was barely an inch from her face.

“I am so sorry.” Ariana whispered, on the verge of tears.

“I am afraid to die.” Vayla whispered.

Ariana’s lips trembled as she tried to think of what to say. But she was interrupted by an executioner grabbing her hair and yanking her away.

She was marched past Kalla and Ana, both bouncing up and down, clearly in extreme discomfort as their double penetration continued.

A bench had been set out where Ariana had been fucked repeatedly on her hands and knees earlier in the execution.

“On no.” Ariana whispered. Predictably, an executioner with a girthy cock laid down on it and she was maneuvered to straddle him.

Ariana moaned as she was pushed to lower her hips and the executioner’s cock entered her. Then she felt hands on her hips and shuddered as she felt another penis angling for her ass.

She cried out as the second cock entered her and she began bouncing and yelping as she was double fucked. To her dismay, the crowd cheered uproariously.
 
After Vayla’s body had been sucked clean by Ariana, she was taken down from the wooden X. It was removed and a wooden bench was placed in its stead. Her hands were bound behind her back and she was subjected to double fucking just as Kalla and Ana and Ariana were.

Holly sucked off six executioners, swallowing their cum entirely, while the Lead Executioner fucked her roughly from behind. Then she too was returned to the bench of double fucking.

The five condemned girls suffered the benches for hours, degraded and tormented for the crowd’s delight while the three crucified slaves languished on their crosses.

Vara the slave girl was given one sip of water after a couple hours. Otherwise she cleaned an unrelenting array of cocks with her mouth as they cycled back from their diligent work on the stage.

About five hours after the crosses were first raised up, the skinny, malnourished brunette on the leftmost cross went completely still. She had perished.

About a half hour later, the Lead Executioner observed that the blonde slave on the right cross was beginning to breathe very slowly, her body barely moving as she strained weakly against the nails impaling her at the wrists and ankles. She would also perish soon.

He informed the High Priestess and she smiled cheerfully. “Excellent. Bring me the escaped slave. Time to torment her with a choice.”

“Yes, your Grace.” He said with a bow.
 
Ariana groaned and shuddered as the executioners who had just ravaged her pulled their cocks out of her pussy and her ass. Her body ached from the hours of rough, unrelenting fucking. She was sweaty and thirsty. She prayed for some sort of delirium or disassociation to come upon her, but it never did. She was acutely aware of her body’s throbbing agony. Of her shameful nakedness. And her complete powerlessness to stop the horrifying torments awaiting her on the cross.

Instead of receiving and immediate new pair of executioners to torment her with their cocks, she was pulled back from the bench by a pair of strong hands. She glanced over at Ana, Kalla, Holly, and Vayla; all four undulating in humiliating agony as executioners fucked them vigorously in their asses and pussies.

She was maneuvered away from them and marched to the High Priestess on her throne. Ariana’s legs shook weakly as she was marched to the cruel woman overseeing her execution.

When she was less than half a meter from the High Priestess, she felt the executioner escorting her place his foot on the back of her knee. She did not resist in the slightest as she was knocked down to her knees before the High Priestess. Her shoulders ached from the hours of having her hands tied tightly behind her back at the wrists.

She looked up at the haughty High Priestess, acutely aware of her complete nudity and that her skin glistened with sweat, her red, curly hair matted to her sweaty forehead, her cheeks flushed with the shame and exertion of the hours of rough fucking.

The High Priestess smiled at her with amusement.

“The Gods’ justice is beautiful and wondrous, is it not?” Anjela said with glee.

Ariana stared up at her, defiant and disgusted at this woman’s heinous loyalty to gods that demanded such cruel and vile suffering.

The High Priestess laughed at her playfully. “Fear not, slave. Your time to endure the cross is not yet here. But behold, two of the crosses will soon need new convicts.”

Ariana tried to suppress her shudder, but failed. She kept her eyes on the High Priestess, however. The executioner who had marched her there grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back and to the side, forcing her to stare up at the crosses.

Ariana whimpered as she beheld the horrors of the three slaves she had condemned to the cross.

The skinny brunette on the left cross was still. Dead. Her head hung low with her mouth open and her eyes staring at nothing, her knees spread and bent, exposing her pussy garishly.

The slave girl on the center cross squirmed against her nails, an expression of utter agony and despair on her face, her breasts jiggling with even the tiniest movement as she hung there by her nails.

On the right cross, the petite blonde slave was straining desperately against her nails, her body clearly exhausted and weak, barely responding as she worked her hips to try to push herself up for some air. Her leg and arm muscles twitched and spasmed visibly. Her mouth was clenched in a stifled scream of pure suffering, her eyes wide with animalistic desperation.

No! That is of my doing! Ariana thought with guilt like she had never experienced before. No! No! No!

The executioner behind her finally yanked her gaze back to the High Priestess then let go of her hair.

“Glorious and splendid, is it not?” The High Priestess said with a reverent and sincere smile.

Ariana blinked tears out of her eyes.

The High Priestess leaned forward eagerly. “When the next one perishes, the crosses shall be lowered. And two of your fellow sinners shall be crucified. Which ones shall suffer the cross first?”

Ariana blinked in shock and terror. The High Priestess may have just as well slapped her across the face. Choosing the three slaves that were now dying on the crosses had been hard enough. Now she had to choose from the other women she had condemned to torment and death.

“No.” Ariana said shakily.

The High Priestess laughed as she stared into Ariana’s eyes.

“Please. Please!”

The High Priestess shook her head. “If you cannot choose whom shall be crucified next, then I will bring up two new slaves and crucify them while the five of you suffer more for the people’s pleasure.”

Ariana felt like she had just been punched in the gut as she realized that the next two of them to be crucified would be receiving a tiny mercy. For the others would have to endure torment and torture until those on the cross perished and then receive the horrors of crucifixion.

Ariana blushed and trembled as she realized that she was about to speak the words she never thought she would say aloud. Words that if there were gods in the afterlife would surely damn her to eternal suffering. She was going to beg the High Priestess to crucify kind Kalla and innocent Ana. She was going to beg for her friends to be executed in the most painful and shameful way possible.

Ariana felt the tears cascade down her cheeks. “High Priestess. Merciful Priestess. I beg of you. Please crucify my fellow slaves Ana and Kalla next. Please. I choose them. Crucify them.”

“Condemn them for sins and beg for their torment.” The High Priestess said with an eagerness that horrified Ariana.

Ariana gulped and trembled even more. “They are sinful by virtue of me and I beg you to crucify them! Nail them to the cross so that they suffer and pay for my sins! Please! Crucify them! Please! Crucify them!”

Ariana felt sickened by the words she uttered, desperate and rocked by sobs. The High Priestess only looked entertained. The executioner who had pulled her hair stepped around to stand in front of her. A line of other executioners formed behind him.

“Suck them off and swallow their seed. If you please enough before the blonde up there succumbs to the cross, I will crucify your fellow slaves next.”

Ariana lurched forward and took the executioner’s gross cock into her mouth and began sucking with fervor and desperation…
 
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Ariana groaned and shuddered as the executioners who had just ravaged her pulled their cocks out of her pussy and her ass. Her body ached from the hours of rough, unrelenting fucking. She was sweaty and thirsty. She prayed for some sort of delirium or disassociation to come upon her, but it never did. She was acutely aware of her body’s throbbing agony. Of her shameful nakedness. And her complete powerlessness to stop the horrifying torments awaiting her on the cross.

Instead of receiving and immediate new pair of executioners to torment her with their cocks, she was pulled back from the bench by a pair of strong hands. She glanced over at Ana, Kalla, Holly, and Vayla; all four undulating in humiliating agony as executioners fucked them vigorously in their asses and pussies.

She was maneuvered away from them and marched to the High Priestess on her throne. Ariana’s legs shook weakly as she was marched to the cruel woman overseeing her execution.

When she was less than half a meter from the High Priestess, she felt the executioner escorting her place his foot on the back of her knee. She did not resist in the slightest as she was knocked down to her knees before the High Priestess. Her shoulders ached from the hours of having her hands tied tightly behind her back at the wrists.

She looked up at the haughty High Priestess, acutely aware of her complete nudity and that her skin glistened with sweat, her red, curly hair matted to her sweaty forehead, her cheeks flushed with the shame and exertion of the hours of rough fucking.

The High Priestess smiled at her with amusement.

“The Gods’ justice is beautiful and wondrous, is it not?” Anjela said with glee.

Ariana stared up at her, defiant and disgusted at this woman’s heinous loyalty to gods that demanded such cruel and vile suffering.

The High Priestess laughed at her playfully. “Fear not, slave. Your time to endure the cross is not yet here. But behold, two of the crosses will soon need new convicts.”

Ariana tried to suppress her shudder, but failed. She kept her eyes on the High Priestess, however. The executioner who had marched her there grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back and to the side, forcing her to stare up at the crosses.

Ariana whimpered as she beheld the horrors of the three slaves she had condemned to the cross.

The skinny brunette on the left cross was still. Dead. Her head hung low with her mouth open and her eyes staring at nothing, her knees spread and bent, exposing her pussy garishly.

The slave girl on the center cross squirmed against her nails, an expression of utter agony and despair on her face, her breasts jiggling with even the tiniest movement as she hung there by her nails.

On the right cross, the petite blonde slave was straining desperately against her nails, her body clearly exhausted and weak, barely responding as she worked her hips to try to push herself up for some air. Her leg and arm muscles twitched and spasmed visibly. Her mouth was clenched in a stifled scream of pure suffering, her eyes wide with animalistic desperation.

No! That is of my doing! Ariana thought with guilt like she had never experienced before. No! No! No!

The executioner behind her finally yanked her gaze back to the High Priestess then let go of her hair.

“Glorious and splendid, is it not?” The High Priestess said with a reverent and sincere smile.

Ariana blinked tears out of her eyes.

The High Priestess leaned forward eagerly. “When the next one perishes, the crosses shall be lowered. And two of your fellow sinners shall be crucified. Which ones shall suffer the cross first?”

Ariana blinked in shock and terror. The High Priestess may have just as well slapped her across the face. Choosing the three slaves that were now dying on the crosses had been hard enough. Now she had to choose from the other women she had condemned to torment and death.

“No.” Ariana said shakily.

The High Priestess laughed as she stared into Ariana’s eyes.

“Please. Please!”

The High Priestess shook her head. “If you cannot choose whom shall be crucified next, then I will bring up two new slaves and crucify them while the five of you suffer more for the people’s pleasure.”

Ariana felt like she had just been punched in the gut as she realized that the next two of them to be crucified would be receiving a tiny mercy. For the others would have to endure torment and torture until those on the cross perished and then receive the horrors of crucifixion.

Ariana blushed and trembled as she realized that she was about to speak the words she never thought she would say aloud. Words that if there were gods in the afterlife would surely damn her to eternal suffering. She was going to beg the High Priestess to crucify kind Kalla and innocent Ana. She was going to beg for her friends to be executed in the most painful and shameful way possible.

Ariana felt the tears cascade down her cheeks. “High Priestess. Merciful Priestess. I beg of you. Please crucify my fellow slaves Ana and Kalla next. Please. I choose them. Crucify them.”

“Condemn them for sins and beg for their torment.” The High Priestess said with an eagerness that horrified Ariana.

Ariana gulped and trembled even more. “They are sinful by virtue of me and I beg you to crucify them! Nail them to the cross so that they suffer and pay for my sins! Please! Crucify them! Please! Crucify them!”

Ariana felt sickened by the words she uttered, desperate and rocked by sobs. The High Priestess only looked entertained. The executioner who had pulled her hair stepped around to stand in front of her. A line of other executioners formed behind him.

“Suck them off and swallow their seed. If you please enough before the blonde up there succumbs to the cross, I will crucify your fellow slaves next.”

Ariana lurched forward and took the executioner’s gross cock into her mouth and began sucking with fervor and desperation…
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It's really cruel to force her to condemn other people to die on the cross. I love it.
 
As Ariana sucked off executioners as fast as she could, desperate to spare Ana and Kalla from further torment before their executions, one of the executioners unbound her hands from behind her back. Ariana was singularly focused on pleasuring enough of the executioners before the blonde slave on the cross perished. She began using her hands to either fondle the balls of the men she was sucking off or to stroke the cock of the next man, so that she could get him to ejaculate into her mouth more quickly.

It made her feel sick and perverse to know that she was pleasuring the men who would put her and her friends to death horrifically. But the squeals and moans and shouts of carnal suffering coming from Kalla and Ana as they were double fucked roughly on the benches spurred her on.

Ariana quickly lost track of many loads of cum she swallowed. The line of executioners seemed unending. But finally, after sucking fervently on a grossly veiny and girthy penis and swallowing down the thick explosion of warm, disgusting semen, she saw before her only the Lead Executioner. The muscular man with the gargantuan cock who had painfully stolen her virginity earlier in the day.

No executioners stood behind him. Ariana shuddered but then leaned forward. For Ana and for Kalla. She took up his flaccid cock in her hands and began working his enormous shaft while she sucked on the head of his cock diligently, using her tongue in an effort to appease him and pleasure him. For Ana and Kalla’s sake.

His cock hardened, and she worked it vigorously, using her hands and mouth to pleasure and stimulate his huge member as best she could. She was exhausted and covered in sweat.

Finally she felt his cock pulsing a bit and he began to thrust with his hips, making her gag on his gigantic manhood. She latched with her lips and relaxed her throat, letting the tears stream from her eyes as her windpipe was fucked. He was taking a long time to finish in her mouth, and she worried that the crucified blonde slave may have already perished. She hoped beyond hope that she had pleasured enough of her executioners to earn some mercy for Ana and Kalla.

Ariana fought her desperate gag reflex and deep throated the Lead Executioner as best she could, her hands stroking the base of his cock and cradling his balls.

Finally, she felt herself choking as his ejaculate rocketed into her throat. She fell back, choking and coughing furiously, feeling like she would pass out from his semen going down her airway.

As her vision exploded into colorful pops, she curled up on the stage, coughing furiously for what felt like agonizing minutes. Finally, as she caught her breathe, she realized that the crowd was cheering at her suffering.

She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up. Standing above her was the Lead Executioner, his cock now semi erect and his hands raised in a victorious gesture. Beyond him, the crosses.

The blonde slave on the right cross hung limp and motionless. She had perished.

Ariana, still breathing heavily, looked at the High Priestess, seated mere feet away, smiling gleefully.

Ariana raised herself to her knees and bowed weakly towards the High Priestess. “Did I succeed, merciful Priestess?” She asked desperately, tasting the cock of every man she had just pleasured as she spoke. “Please! Will you show my friends mercy?”

The High Priestess was silent. Ariana rose up from her bow and looked at her imploringly. “Did I succeed!?” She whined despairingly.

“Not quite.” The High Priestess said with a wide smile. Ariana was crushed. The High Priestess looked up at the Lead Executioner. “Have her assist with the servant girl. Then we shall see about mercy to one of her fellow slaves.”

Ariana was speechless. The High Priestess lowered her gaze back to her. “Make sure the servant girl suffers as much as possible, slave. For the Gods’ glory! And perhaps, if the Gods’ will it, I shall consider mercifully crucifying one of your friends.”

Ariana could not hold back the whimper that escaped her lips. A pair of executioners grabbed her arms and hoisted her to her feet.

These people have perfected torment she thought bitterly. If I am to spare Ana and Kalla further suffering, I must condemn this innocent servant girl to torment and death! No! Oh Gods please! No!
 
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