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

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Ariana was escorted to the wheel on the left side of the stage that raised and lowered the crosses. The shouts and yelps of breathless agony from Ana, Kalla, Holly, and Vayla filled her ears as she was escorted past them to the large wooden wheel.

Ariana looked at the six-spoked wheel, parallel to the stage. Her mind struggled to understand how it worked, how turning this wheel could work mechanisms below the stage that rotated the crosses up and down.

Such incredible engineering, Ariana thought bitterly. And they use it to crucify people.

She was shoved forward by the executioners who had marched her across the stage. Her hands were still unbound, which let her place them on one of the wheel spokes. She pushed, feeling a fresh wave of shame at her nudity wash over her. The entire city was watching her.

The wheel was heavy. She adjusted her body, stepping back and leaning low so that her chest was almost parallel to the stage, letting her push with her entire body weight. It began to turn.

Ariana felt sweat bloom on her forehead. Her arms shook from exhaustion already. But she still might be able to secure some tiny mercy for Ana or Kalla, so she pushed as hard as she could…

 

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Up on the cross, Lia was the only one of the three slaves who had borne the crossbeams who still drew breath. Her sweat and cum caked body was alight with pain as she strained in vain against the nails in her wrists and feet.

She felt the cross began to rotate down with gave her a momentary sense of vertigo, and then the pain tormenting her body changed. It did not abate or reduce, it just changed.

She let out a cry of agony. It hurt her throat to scream and yet her shriek was weak and quiet.

Are they going to lower this evil cross and kill me? She wondered. I hope they do. I hope they slit my throat and end my suffering. Oh Gods it hurts! It hurts so much!

Whoever was lowering the cross was going slowly. Lia cursed whoever it was in her mind. Even as the gravity let up on the nails impaling her to the cross, her body could not find a position that did not cause pain to rack across her entire body.

Finally, the cross thudded into place, laying against the stage. Lia looked up at the sky and wept in agony.

A naked man stepped over her, his cock growing hard as his eyes roamed over her naked, trembling body. He knelt over her head and looked her in the eyes.

“Please.” She whimpered desperately.

To her surprise he responded. “Want me to ease your suffering?”

“Yes!” She gasped.

“You please me and the others while our mates get the other crosses ready, and I’ll break your legs. You’ll die right quick once the crosses go back up.”

Lia balked at the answer. But the pain in her body and the horror of crucifixion washed away her survival instinct and horror in less than a second.

“Yes! Anything! I’ll do anything! Please!” She screamed eagerly.

He smiled and adjusted his knees so that he could get his cock right over her head. He angled it down and she immediately raised her head, which cause her neck and shoulders to scream out in agony, and wrapped her lips around his cock.

She began to suck vigorously, praying for the sweet reprieve of death…

 

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Ariana gasped loudly, working to catch her breath after the wheel stopped turning and she felt the crosses reach the lowered position. She looked up and watched in shock and revulsion as executioners with small tools descended on the two dead slaves, prying out their nails and then unceremoniously throwing their naked corpses over their shoulders to take them off the stage.

The poor girl on the center cross was still alive, struggling against her nails to sick off an executioner kneeling over her.

Ariana wanted to vomit, but her body was too shocked to do anything other than stare.

The Lead Executioner approached her, a leather whip coiled in his hand. Ariana wondered if she was about to be flogged. She thought maybe she had passed out and begun dreaming when he handed it to her.

“W-w-why?” She stammered.

The Lead Executioner smiled and gestured behind him. Ariana watched Vayla groan loudly in agony as two executioners finished within her and then pulled her back from the bench. They began untying her wrists and then re-tying them in front of her instead of behind her back.

The whip in her hands suddenly made sense. “No!” Ariana dropped it and recoiled in disgust. The Lead Executioner laughed as he calmly bent down to retrieve it.

“Very well.”

He did not need to elaborate. Ariana saw it in his eyes. Knew it based on the horrors of the execution. If she refused, her and Ana and Kalla would all suffer for it.

She watched as a rope with a small hook on the end was lowered from another cable strung far above the execution stage. It was affixed to the cord tying Vayla’s wrists, and the rope was drawn up, raising Vayla’s bound hands higher above her head, until her toes could barely remain in contact with the stage.

Ariana shuddered and felt tears fall down her cheeks. Vayla looked so perverse. Not the servant girl whom she had attacked to escape, in a demure tunic with furtive eyes. Now she was nude, stretched up, her breasts sticking out from her chest, her face red from the exhausting rough fucking, her legs shaking with exhaustion and fear.

Ariana looked past her to Ana and Kalla, moaning and exclaiming as they were ravaged roughly on the benches.

Ariana cursed herself as she reached out for the whip…

 

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The Lead Executioner nodded at her yet pulled the whip handle away from her grasp. “I must show you how.” He said with a wicked smile.

Ariana gulped but followed him. They walked behind Vayla. The servant girl’s black hair covered the upper third of her exposed back. The Lead Executioner motioned to one of his subordinates, who strode over and handed two small loops of string to Ariana.

“Tie her hair up so her back is exposed.” He ordered her.

Ariana sighed and walked over to Vayla. When she touched the slave girl’s hair, Vayla yelped in fright. Ariana could think of no words or actions to comfort her. She felt disgusting; not from her nudity or the egregious amount of men who had violated her today, but from the knowledge that she was about to flog this poor girl before her crucifixion.

She tied Vayla’s hair into two little tails that cascaded from either side of her head, so that her back was fully exposed, her shoulder blades jutting prominently from the uncomfortable position she was strung up in.

“I am sorry. Truly.” She whispered in Vayla’s ear. The servant girl only whimpered in terror.

Feeling degraded and horrified, Ariana walked back to the Lead Executioner, her hands coming up to cover her breasts and pussy reflexively as she looked at the Lead Executioner.

He looked at her and shook his head sternly. Ariana shuddered as she immediately understood his meaning. Blushing in shame, she lowered her arms to her side, exposing her body to the crowd.

The Lead Executioner’s gargantuan cock hardened as he unfurled the whip. He demonstrated his grip on the handle to Ariana. She nodded bitterly.

“The swing must start back, and have follow through. But do not neglect to use your wrist. You’ll find the timing after some tries.” He said calmly.

Then he pulled the whip back and swung out hard, the crack of it dominating the stage for a split second before the heinous shriek of pain roared from Vayla’s mouth!

Ariana jumped back in fright at the loud, violent display. Vayla’s skinny body tensed up and jerked from the strike, a red line forming moments later across her back.

“You see?” The Lead Executioner said to Ariana.

She nodded in horror.

He looked in the eyes. “Once more. Be sure it get it right or your friends pay the price.” He lashed out again, Vayla’s scream even more visceral and piercing. The new line of broken skin ran from her right shoulder all the way down to the opposite side of her ass. It began to trickle blood.

The Lead Executioner handed her the whip and stepped back to watch. Vayla kept crying out in agony all the while.

Ariana felt the heavy whip handle in her hand and breathed raggedly in terrified anticipation. The Lead Executioner began to stroke his cock as he watched.

Ariana could delay no longer. She did her best to replicate his body movement, raising the whip handle and swinging as powerfully as she could.

The leather lash struck Vayla’s back but it did not emanate the ear-shattering crack that it had when the Lead Executioner had done it. Vayla yelped in pain nevertheless.

“Mind the wrist.” The Lead Executioner said as he continued stroking his hard cock.

Ariana tried twice more, to no avail. But on her fourth strike, she got the whip to crack and Vayla’s back arched away in distress and she shrieked in pure torment. Ariana saw the small line on her back and she knew what she had to do.

She pulled back for another strike. As images of Ana and Kalla taking care of her and helping her navigate the horrors and degradations of slavery ran through her mind, Ariana realized that she would flog this innocent girl Vayla until the executioners ordered her to stop.

Gods’ forgive me she thought bitterly as she landed another blow and drew blood and a desperate shriek of pain from Vayla…