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The Gods’ Edicts Part X - King Niro’s Wrath

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As Penny knelt on the wood of the stage, her body was in shock from the brutal flogging. She was looking at nothing in particular and felt like she might pass out. For a moment she wondered if she had died during the flogging.

Then a new wave of pain crashed over her and she was reminded that she was very much alive and in terrible pain. She shrieked and dropped to her hands, her breasts dangling from her chest, the wounds in her back feeling like they were aflame.

As Lexi had watched the executioner approach Penny from with a bucket of saltwater, she felt that she should warn Penny of what was about to happen. But with the crosses being lowered, the girls who had carried their crosses naked and dead upon them, Lexi was too terrified to speak.

With Penny painfully reinvigorated and primed for more entertaining suffering, executioners grabbed Penny and Lexi by their arms and pulled them to their feet. As they were turned around, they saw that the crosses had been lowered and that men were prying the nails out that were holding the three dead slave girls to the wood.

Both girls braced for the horrors of the cross…
 
Strong, naked executioners lifted the dead slave girls off of the crosses and tossed them unceremoniously over their muscular shoulders and carried them off behind the stage. A final indignity to prepare the crosses for more sacred suffering.

Lexi was frozen like a surprised wilderness beast. Penny was breathing raggedly, her chest heaving with pain, her arms shaking. Neither Penny nor Lexi had their hands tied; they were broken beyond needing restraint as their execution continued.

Both girls felt the men gripping their arms begin to walk them slowly towards the center cross. Penny was in too much pain to think clearly, but Lexi wondered which of them would be nailed first.

They saw two naked girls get marched up onto the stage from the back by other executioners, all with hard cocks. The first girl had blonde hair, about shoulder length, and perfectly round, pink nipples on her plump breasts. She was lean and short, and looked to be around Penny’s age, perhaps a little younger. The second girl couldn’t have been much older than Lexi. She was very skinny, with perky breasts and small nipples that were currently quite hard. Straight black hair framed her pale face.

Both girls looked absolutely petrified to be naked on the stage, their hands shackled behind their backs, and their breasts jiggling with every step they were forced to make.

“Nice pair of slaves to have nailed up on either side of you.” One of the executioners between them said. Penny and Lexi did not know which of them he was speaking to.

Standing at the base of the center cross, Penny could see the now dry stains of sweat and blood from the brunette that had languished and died upon it minutes ago. She trembled at the overpowering, omnipotent, inescapable tool of suffering before her.

Penny felt the men holding her escort her closer to the intersection of the main beam and the crossbeam. She felt like a leaf shaking in the wind. She was terrified.

As they spun her to face the crowd and then began to lower her onto the cross, she realized that the rough wood was going to be excruciating against the shredded flesh of her flogged back.

She tried to speak an instinctive plea for mercy but it was happening too fast. When the open wounds on her back touched the crossbeam she cried out in pain. She was too weak to resist, however. The back of her head rested on the wood and her legs rested limply on either side of the crossbeam, her vagina obscenely on display. She was in too much pain, and fearful anguish, to cover herself and try to preserve dignity. No, she thought, any dignity is long gone. I am nothing. I am less than nothing. Oh Gods how did this happen?
 
Lexi watched in horror as Penny lay on the center cross. She heard a yelp of pain from somewhere behind her. It was from a high-pitched, feminine voice she did not recognize that had the breathless urgency of someone who is experiencing penetration for the first time. Lexi turned to look over her shoulder and saw the two slave girls who would be crucified with Penny on their hands and knees, on either side of Eva’s bench, getting fucked vigorously by executioners.

She was aghast at seeing their defenseless, naked bodies rock and undulate from the apathetic thrusts of the men ravishing them. But even more appalling to her was the crowd’s delight at the show of it.

Lexi turned back to Penny. Penny’s arms and legs were limp, exhausted from the torture. But her eyes darted around nervously. Looking for nails or hammers.

One of the executioners saw this. “Not yet, slave. We got to make sure the two you’ll go up with are proper for their crosses.” He stepped over her abdomen, so that he stood over her now, with her groin and the wood of the cross between his legs. His cock began to harden as he looked over her sweating, exhausted chest. “I like your tits.” He said casually. Lexi wanted to scream at how calm his tone was, as though they were not being brutally tortured to death.

The executioner motioned for Lexi to approach him. She complied immediately, out of fear. He had her kneel down near Penny’s left shoulder. “You help her if she needs.” The executioner said to Lexi. Then he sank down, sitting on Penny’s ribcage, his cock between her breasts. He bucked forward a bit so that Penny’s breasts were up against his groin and inner thighs. He motioned to her arms, hanging limply to the ground, and then at her breasts. “Squeeze them together and pleasure my manhood.” He ordered.

Penny looked up at the executioner and heard his words through the cacophony of pain assailing her mind. She knew that if she did not comply they would just flog and fuck her more before crucifying her. With great shame and despair, she painfully raised up her arms and brought her hands to her chest.

Cupping her breasts awkwardly in each hand, she shoved them together so that they enveloped the executioner’s shaft, the soft flesh of her tits able to feel every excited movement of his cock.

She held her breasts in place while he began to thrust his hips back and forth. She looked up at him, wondering how long it would take him to finish. And then she would be nailed.

Lexi watched Penny squeeze her breasts together and she wondered if she should be helping. She did not know what she could do to help. She realized that this must be very painful with Penny’s flogged back on the wood of the cross.

As the executioner enjoyed Penny’s chest, Lexi saw another man approach and straddle the cross, getting near Penny’s groin with his girthy, hairy penis.

Lexi realized that the man was going to fuck her while she struggled to hold her tits together for the other executioner. Lexi once again froze in fear and uncertainty as she wondered if she should warn Penny of the coming torture…
 
Penny gasped loudly and instinctively let go of her breasts and flailed a bit when a man she had not seen grabbed her hips and thrust his cock into her. His fucking caused her flogged back to rub back and forth against the cross and it hurt terribly.

Penny wanted the executioner with his cock between her breasts to finish so that she could begin her final torture and be crucified. She just wanted to die. She wanted the pain and degradation to end.

With a man working his cock vigorously in her aching vagina, even as exhausted as she was, Penny could not help but moan weakly as she repositioned her hands on her breasts and squeezed them against the executioner tit-fucking her. She felt like her strength might give out at any second.

Lexi was watching all of this, frozen in horror. She wondered if she would have Penny’s strength when it was her turn to lay on the cross.

The man with his cock between Penny’s breasts grunted and flexed his arms. Lexi watched thick, pale semen erupt out of his penis and onto Penny’s chin, neck, and upper chest.

Penny let her arms fall down limp. The executioner stood up and stroked his cock, a few more little squirts of cum cascading onto her breasts. Penny’s breasts bounced back and forth from the man still fucking her womanhood. Penny’s eyes were closed and she was breathing raggedly, exhausted from all of this.

The man fucking her made a sensual growl and pulled his cock out of Penny, angling it over her lower belly. His cum rained down on Penny’s belly and groin, giving her her final adornments before her crucifixion.

Lexi looked up and saw a man approaching. He had nails and a hammer in his hands…
 
Lexi knelt near Penny’s head, watching, frozen in fear. Lexi’s hands rested on her bare thighs; she was so traumatized that she wasn’t really aware that her hands weren’t even bound then.

Penny felt men grip her arms and raise them up onto the crossbeam and stretch them out. She opened her eyes and looked up and saw the nails that would impale her wrists. She wanted to scream but she felt too weak, and she worried they might torture her more. The man who had fucked her moments ago had caused her massive suffering, for with every thrust of his hip, the painful wounds on her back had scraped against the wood. She was glad that was over. But she knew that these final hours would be cruel and likely worse.

She prayed that she would perish quickly…
 
The Lead Executioner knelt by Penny’s right hand. Two of his men were holding her arms are stretching her out on the crossbeam. He looked over the condemned slave girl completely, admiring he and his men’s work. Her tan skin was doused in sweat, shaking slightly in pain. Her mouth was open with exhaustion and agony, her brown eyes looking at the sky hopelessly. Semen from his men was smattered across her belly, chest, and neck. Her back was wrecked from his flogging.

This was the sacred suffering he brought into existence, as described in the Gods’ Edicts. It was wondrous and pleasurable work and he was honored to do it.

His cock erect between his legs, he placed the nail over her wrist and raised his hammer…
 
Penny felt the nail poke her wrist and turned to see the naked, muscular man raising a hammer over the egregiously thick and malicious spike of iron. She knew that this was going to hurt after all of the rough fuckings and the brutal flogging she was not sure how it was going to hurt.

Lexi had nearly stopped breathing as she watched, horrified. Nearly a hundred meters away, in the crowd of spectators, slave girl Rei was transfixed in horror in much the same way.

The hammer fell and Penny screamed in pain. It was so much more agonizing that she could have ever expected. Had her body not been brutalized by hours of torture, she would have thrashed violently at the pain. But she could only scream in pain and let the cruel men killing her do their diligent work.

The Lead Executioner pounded the vicious hammer down thrice more on her right wrist and then moved to her left and nailed her with five hammer strikes. Penny could not stop groaning in pain.

She felt the men who had held her arms down during the nailing move to grab her legs and she screamed in anticipation of having her feet nailed.

Lexi leaned forward and caressed her face comfortingly but it did nothing to alleviate her suffering.
 
Penny was trying to keep her arms still, for with the nails impaling her wrists, every minuscule movement caused searing pain to shoot through her limbs. Her body wanted to thrash against the cruel, restrictive spikes, but she knew this would only cause her more pain. And they have not even raised me up yet she thought with a terrified whimper.

Penny felt the executioners grab her calves and hold her legs up on either side of the main wooden crossbeam. They pressed her exhausted legs against the wood and held them firmly.

Lexi was kneeling over her, caressing her cheeks and forehead with hands that were clearly meant to soothe but trembled with fear and horror.

Penny wondered when the executioners would place her feet atop each other and then nail them. She dreaded how that would feel.

She felt a prick against her right leg, just above her ankle. And then it dawned on her that they were going to nail her legs on each side of the vertical crossbeam so that her womanhood was spread open and on full display.

Penny screamed as the hammer swung and impaled her leg to the cross!
 
With every hammer strike to nail her legs to the cross, Penny let out a primal shriek of pain. She felt her throat sting with every expulsion of air, but she could not resist. Her legs screamed with pain as the nails were driven in. It took six hammer strikes on her right leg and seven on her left.

Penny was nailed to the cross. Her chest heaved from the shrieking and the pain coursing through her body. Her mind reeled at the idea of being raised up like this, her body weight resting on the four iron spikes holding her to the cross.

Penny looked into Lexi’s eyes and saw the terror there. Penny wanted to say something. To utter her final words. She did not know if she would be able to speak once the cross was raised up.

But she could fathom nothing to say to Lexi. No words would remedy this cruel twist of fate. No sentiment would alleviate either the humiliation and pain they had already been subjected to nor the excruciating execution they were about to suffer.

Penny was nailed. Lexi would be too soon. All hope was lost.

Penny did not say a word, but her eyes said it all. Lexi balked as she felt the weight of the despair and agony in Penny’s eyes.
 
As Penny and Lexi stared into each others eyes, the two slave girls who had been brought up and roughly desecrated on the stage were pulled up from their hands and knees and marched over to the crosses on either side of Penny and Lexi.

The two slave girls had been fucked from behind by half a dozen executioners each while they flanked the former-duchess as she suffered double penetration on the bench.

Both of them had been horrified at losing their virginity on a stage before the entire city. But when they saw Penny nailed to her cross and realized that they were about to be crucified their minds shattered with fear.

The blonde began to shake her head and mutter variances of “no” like a mad person as she was firmly escorted to the cross on Penny’s right.

The skinny, raven-haired slave just froze up and shut down; she was too afraid to resist and the executioners nearly carried her petite frame towards the cross on Penny’s left.

Both were laid down and stretched out and executioners promptly descended on them, efficiently nailing their wrists. Both slave girls had their feet placed atop the other and then a single, thick nail was driven into them.

“No need to waste a fourth nail on the ‘decorations’.” The Lead Executioner had said to his men.

With all three crosses adorned with naked women, already suffering immensely, it was time to raise them up. The Lead Executioner motioned towards Lexi…
 
Lexi felt strong, masculine hands grab her arms and pull her up. She looked over the three crosses, with new victims freshly nailed and in clearly visible agony already.

Lexi was walked over towards the wheel that she had raised up once before, and the executioners did not have to say a thing. They pushed Lexi towards the spokes the wheel and she grabbed it, leaning hard with the entire weight of her skinny frame to turn the heavy thing.

The crosses began to rotate slowly upwards…
 
Penny’s agony multiplied with every degree that the crosses rotated up. The impaling wounds in her wrists and ankles screamed out as more and more of her body weight rested upon them. Every tiny jerk and spasm of her brutalized body caused her flogged back to scrape against the wood. Penny was in such extreme agony that she did not realize that she was letting out a loud, constant sound somewhere between a moan and a scream.

The poor slave girls flanking her were being less vocal. They had been suffering for dozens of minutes whilst Penny had been tortured for hours prior to their crucifixion. The two slave girls squirmed and gritted their teeth at the pain and humiliation. The blonde with the plump breasts was terrified of dying. The skinny, raven-haired slave held a foolish notion that maybe she was just being tortured for the public execution and that once the condemned girl on the center cross perished that she would be let down.

Down on the stage, Lexi was trembling with terror and exhaustion as she labored to turn the wheel that raised the crosses. Her lean body was reaching its breaking point, and the Lead Executioner watched and made plans in mind of how her torture would continue before she was crucified.

Eva bounced up and down in shameful, degrading agony as executioners rammed their hard cocks into her throbbing groin and ass. She had lost count long ago of how many men had desecrated her body.

The slave girl Megan was sucking clean the cocks of every executioner who did their duty on the stage. She was sweaty and tired and wished that this humiliating duty would end so that she could rest and cover up her naked body. She had no knowledge of the ruling in the Gods’ Edicts that all slaves who participate in an execution must also perish themselves…
 
When the crosses jolted into their final, upright positions, perfectly perpendicular to the stage, Penny arched her back and cried out in agony. Her body weight rested entirely upon the four nails impaling her wrists and ankles and the pain was excruciating.

The slave girls flanking her began the “dance of the crucified”, their squirming erotic and putting their shame and suffering on full display for the crowd. Penny’s traumatized body was moving much slower, but eventually her instincts overrode her pain and desire to perish, and she felt the air in her lungs escape her throat in a primal groan as she flexed her brutalized muscles and painfully arched her back to take in some air.

Penny’s extreme agony was visible to everyone watching, no matter their distance from the stage. Slave girl Rei watched with horror, her lips trembling slightly with emotion at seeing her fellow slaves suffer such brutal executions. All for the lie that she had told to save her own skin. Her large breasts pressed against the slave’s garb belt around her chest as she breathed heavily with shameful distress.
 
Down on the stage, Lexi was pulled away from the wheel that raised the crosses and had her hands tied behind her back at the wrists. She was marched over towards Eva and an empty bench next to her.

On the way, she looked up and saw Penny suffering on the cross. The cross that she had raised. Had she not been tortured since the morning, she would have wept at the sight. But she was in shock and just stared up, wide-eyed, at the girl who had held her when she lost her virginity by Master Elbrus, naked and nailed to the cross.

Lexi’s gaze was pulled from the crosses as the executioner escorting her grabbed her head and turned her towards the empty bench next to Eva. Eva was exclaiming breathlessly with each thrust of the men who were double penetrating her.

A muscular executioner with a few beads of sweat in his forehead stepped in front of her and laid down on the bench, facing her, his hefty cock already hard. For all Lexi knew, he could have already fucked her during this nightmarish day of humiliation and torture. Or maybe he had fucked Penny, Lexi thought with despair as the men behind her grabbed her hips and maneuvered her to straddle the man on the man on the bench.

As she was pushed down and the man entered her exhausted womanhood, she yelped instinctively. He reached up and grabbed her hips, pulled her down so that his cock rammed all the way into her. She screamed breathlessly and the crowd cheered. As she blushed profusely at the humiliation, he reached up and twisted her nipples hard. Simultaneously a man behind her spread her ass cheeks apart and rammed his cock into her anus.

Lexi didn’t know which of the two painful indignities contributed more to the carnal shriek she let out.
 
Many hours went by. To the crowd watching the execution ritual, they went by rather quickly. An entertaining show of suffering and punishment of the inferior.

To the girls on the stage, every minute was an excruciating eternity of suffering, especially to the three girls nailed to the crosses.

Penny wanted to stare into the sun, hoping it might somehow hasten her death and end her torment. She was delirious from the pain. Her neck was too weak to look up at the sun, so instead her eyes were forced to look down at her naked body, caked in sweat and the semen of the men who had taken her dignity and put her to death.

Her nipples were hard. Another indignity. She heard Lexi and Eva yelping down below on the stage as they suffered the benches. Penny had hated that uncomfortable, humiliating torment at the time. But now, crucified, she would give anything to be let down from the cross.

Her body’s vain, agonizing movements to bring air into her brutalized lungs shot pain throughout her entire being with every minuscule amount of writhing. She just wanted it to end.
 
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