Illara
Tribune
Lexi’s agony on the cross had only magnified over the course of the brutal night. Even the most minute movement while nailed to the cross caused pain to radiate through her.
Lexi sank down after writhing up for a strained breath, and felt the pain shoot through her arms and back as her knees bent and her weight shifted on the nails impaling her limbs to the cross. She looked down at her naked body, and her eyes focused. The sun had risen and was illuminating her pale, desecrated body for the all in the audience to behold.
Lexi whimpered. Of course her humiliating display had not improved over the brutal night, but it hurt her nonetheless that she was going to perish in such a degrading display, her womanhood spread on full display, her breasts fully exposed. All of her, naked and revealed for all to see. The ejaculate of her executioners that had been splattered upon her before the crosses went up had either caked on her skin or mixed in with her sweat and dripped further down her body. Lexi’s hair was matted to her sweaty forehead, her mouth hung open in pain, and her pink nipples grew hard for some reason.
She looked up from her exposed body and beheld the crowd. What a massive crowd. She was stunned that it looked just as densely packed as it had the previous day when her horrific suffering had began; if the crowd had thinned overnight, it had not been a margin great enough for her to notice.
Lexi quivered with pain and utter, deep shame. So many people of the Realm were looking upon her and her agony and they were not accepting of it; they were celebrating it.
Lexi fought back tears from the horrific cruelty. She rested her head down for a moment and felt the familiar, painful tightness begin blooming in her chest. She tightened her arms to begin pulling up for some air. The muscles in her skinny arms twitched and spasmed painfully, but they did not flex enough to pull her up.
It had been this way for a while now. She was losing strength. She began writhing side to side, the many muscles in her back and hips and legs working to move her up slowly. It had been difficult and extremely painful work since the moment the cross was raised, but this time her muscles just were not performing.
Lexi felt an instinctual panic erupt in her mind as her body failed to execute the commands the gave it. She gasped and tensed every muscle in her body desperately. This made her back arch a bit and her breasts jiggle and she came up a little bit, and then sank back down. Her final effort got her head barely above the height that her wrists were nailed at.
This would be the end. Lexi felt the tight pain in her chest growing and she balked at dying in this horrible way. She wanted to scream but she could not muster the air or effort. She tried to think of happy memories from her brutally short life but she found her mind yanked only to the darkest memories. Her village’s ransacking and her capture and enslavement. Penny holding her as she screamed as Master Elbrus took her virginity. Poor Penny. The first time she had been fucked on all fours in front of the crowd by the King with his massive cock. Being nailed to this cursed cross.
Lexi felt despair well up within her. She tried to look out at the crowd. Or around the stage. She wanted to look into someone’s eyes as she died. To maybe see some sympathy or humanity or maybe just feel less alone as she died. Her neck muscles tried, and all she got in her final moments was a brief glance at the naked, dead slave girls nailed to the crosses on either side of her.
Lexi, through torturous exhaustion and muscle failure, was forced to look down upon her naked body as she perished. Her final thought was why did they hurt me so much?
Lexi sank down after writhing up for a strained breath, and felt the pain shoot through her arms and back as her knees bent and her weight shifted on the nails impaling her limbs to the cross. She looked down at her naked body, and her eyes focused. The sun had risen and was illuminating her pale, desecrated body for the all in the audience to behold.
Lexi whimpered. Of course her humiliating display had not improved over the brutal night, but it hurt her nonetheless that she was going to perish in such a degrading display, her womanhood spread on full display, her breasts fully exposed. All of her, naked and revealed for all to see. The ejaculate of her executioners that had been splattered upon her before the crosses went up had either caked on her skin or mixed in with her sweat and dripped further down her body. Lexi’s hair was matted to her sweaty forehead, her mouth hung open in pain, and her pink nipples grew hard for some reason.
She looked up from her exposed body and beheld the crowd. What a massive crowd. She was stunned that it looked just as densely packed as it had the previous day when her horrific suffering had began; if the crowd had thinned overnight, it had not been a margin great enough for her to notice.
Lexi quivered with pain and utter, deep shame. So many people of the Realm were looking upon her and her agony and they were not accepting of it; they were celebrating it.
Lexi fought back tears from the horrific cruelty. She rested her head down for a moment and felt the familiar, painful tightness begin blooming in her chest. She tightened her arms to begin pulling up for some air. The muscles in her skinny arms twitched and spasmed painfully, but they did not flex enough to pull her up.
It had been this way for a while now. She was losing strength. She began writhing side to side, the many muscles in her back and hips and legs working to move her up slowly. It had been difficult and extremely painful work since the moment the cross was raised, but this time her muscles just were not performing.
Lexi felt an instinctual panic erupt in her mind as her body failed to execute the commands the gave it. She gasped and tensed every muscle in her body desperately. This made her back arch a bit and her breasts jiggle and she came up a little bit, and then sank back down. Her final effort got her head barely above the height that her wrists were nailed at.
This would be the end. Lexi felt the tight pain in her chest growing and she balked at dying in this horrible way. She wanted to scream but she could not muster the air or effort. She tried to think of happy memories from her brutally short life but she found her mind yanked only to the darkest memories. Her village’s ransacking and her capture and enslavement. Penny holding her as she screamed as Master Elbrus took her virginity. Poor Penny. The first time she had been fucked on all fours in front of the crowd by the King with his massive cock. Being nailed to this cursed cross.
Lexi felt despair well up within her. She tried to look out at the crowd. Or around the stage. She wanted to look into someone’s eyes as she died. To maybe see some sympathy or humanity or maybe just feel less alone as she died. Her neck muscles tried, and all she got in her final moments was a brief glance at the naked, dead slave girls nailed to the crosses on either side of her.
Lexi, through torturous exhaustion and muscle failure, was forced to look down upon her naked body as she perished. Her final thought was why did they hurt me so much?