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The Gods’ Edicts Part XI - Rei’s Recompense

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Shara was at the front of their degrading procession, bent over with the crossbeam resting heavily upon the back of her neck. Naked and unable to cover herself, her wrists tied to the beam, she whimpered and began to step out onto the dirt city street.

Already there were citizens gathered to watch, and Shara looked at them frantically, her mouth agape in horror and shame and physical exertion.

Kaira followed next, her head downcast as she bore the weight of the crossbeam, her shame outweighed only by her dread at the thought of such a horrifically painful death.

Rei was last, her head raised up painfully, her eyes roaming as she strained to walk with the heavy beam on her back. She saw the crowd, looking aroused and excited and eager for their suffering. And she watched Kaira’s round, smooth naked back and buttocks and legs as she walked with her crossbeam, clearly already uncomfortable at the weight and her shame. And Rei clenched her jaw and felt fresh tears well up in her eyes.

This was all her fault.
 
The three condemned girls began their march through the city, naked and with their wrists tied to the unforgiving crossbeams on their aching backs.

Shara had never been to the capital city of the Realm before, and she had no idea how far she was going to be made to march. Mere minutes into the forced march, she was already sweating profusely.

Rei and Kaira assumed that they were being marched towards the massive city square where the most public crucifixions were held. Rei remembered seeing Penny and Lexi ascend the stage after their march and they had looked so ashamed and shaken. And they had not even had to bear their own crossbeams!

The three condemned girls marched slowly, an even mixture of shame, pain at being barefooted, and exhaustion at bearing the crossbeams. A dozen guards escorted them on each side, to keep the procession moving.

Citizens in the streets were cheering and leering and shouting insults at the naked girls as they labored onward.

“Traitors!” “Scum!” “Rebels!” “Filth!”

Rei felt stung by each shout from the crowd, the same way she felt stung each time the guards cracked a whip nearby to spur them onwards.

Kaira was blushing and sweating and trying to focus on following the girl in front of her. She made sure to focus on her balance; she did not want to accidentally lean to either side and have the weight of the crossbeam yank her down. Kaira wondered what the girl in front of her had done to deserve the cruel fate that she and Rei were being subjected to.

Shara, at the lead of the degrading procession, felt like she might swoon from the heat and the exertion and the appalling humiliation. She felt sweat drip into her eyes and gasped as she instinctively tried to wipe her eyes. With her wrists bound tightly to the crossbeam, she moaned and stumbled forward.

I wonder what they’ll do to me if I fall she wondered. Shara wondered if her half-sister Eva had carried her cross before being put to death. Shara imagined being nailed to the wood she so painfully carried now. She had never seen a crucifixion, only heard dreadful tales of them.

Shara whimpered and fell to her knees…
 
The dirt road stung her knees as she went down. Shara leaned forward, her breasts dangling close to the ground as the cursed crossbeam threatened to push her facedown onto the ground.

Behind her, Kaira and Rei halted. Both slave girls were drenched in sweat, red in the face, mouths opened as they breathed raggedly in exhaustion. But neither had fallen.

“On your feet, cunt!” One of the guards shouted.

Shara whimpered and struggled against the wooden crossbeam on her back.

CRACK!!!

One of the guard’s whips lanced out and struck Shara right in her right ass cheek.

Shara screamed out in shock and pain and would have collapsed fully onto the ground had guards not immediately swooped in and grabbed either end of her crossbeam.

Heaving her up back onto her feet, Shara’s pretty, youthful face was horrified and agonized.

“Each time you fall, more torture on the stage!” One the guards shouted as they released her crossbeam, standing close in case she collapsed again.

Trembling with pain and terror, Shara shuffled forward in agony. Kaira and Rei walked painfully behind her.

They were not quite halfway to the stage yet…
 
Deeper into the city, in the largest city square, a huge crowd had gathered around the large stage set for crucifixions and other royal events.

Raised above the crowd so that the victims could be as visibly on display as possible, it had stairs ascending it on the side and behind it as well.

Three vertical wooden beams rested on the stage, an ingeniously designed mechanism under the stage and at the base of each one, so that once the condemned placed their crossbeams in place, the crosses could be rotated up by way of a heavy wooden wheel on the stage.

On the right of the stage (from the onlooking crowd’s perspective) a comfortable throne had been set for King Niro, who sat shirtless, in a plush purple kilt, custom made sandals on his feet, and his illustrious crown on his head. Looking over the crowd, he was eager for the execution to get underway. The condemned should be arriving soon.

An eighteen year old slave girl with long, curly blonde hair stood to the King’s left. She stood as still as a statue, a tray in her hands with a golden cup of the finest wine for the King. He had been drinking more wine lately, and he loved it.

He looked over and reached out for the cup, eying the slave girl’s perky breasts that were covered only by the thin leather belt strapped across her chest. As he took a delicious swig from the cup, he wondered if he should crucify this slave, just for the joy of it. Well, I would fuck her first he thought with a smile.
 
Behind the stage, the executioners were amassed and ready for their glorious, Gods-appointed work. The executioners were all men, and all completely naked, ready to make sure that the condemned suffered as the Gods willed it.

There were also a couple dozen slave girls, on their knees, hands bound behind their backs, eyes downcast in fearful obedience. They were simply there in case the executioners needed to bring some of them up to participate in the execution, for any reason, which would be deadly for them. They had been selected from the massive number of slaves that the King owned, all of them virgins.

The Lead Executioner walked amongst his men, his massive cock dangling flaccid between his legs as he greeted them and joked with his loyal subordinates.

He could see that his men were ready, and so he turned his attention to the slave girls. One would be selected and brought up to the stage to clean the cocks of the executioners with her mouth as they tortured the condemned.

He spotted a slave girl with dark, raven colored hair and big, green eyes and a lean figure with surprisingly full, curvaceous tits held tight to her chest by her slave’s belt. He immediately wanted to see her breasts uncovered and imagined her small, sexy little mouth sucking his cock.

“That one.” He said to some of his men, pointing at her. He watched as a pair of them stood her and then stripped her completely naked in seconds. She kept her eyes pointed down the entire time, but her cheeks flushed and her breathing grew much more rapid as she was stripped.

He had chosen well. Her breasts were as perky as they could be when they were that size. He looked her over and figured she was about the same age as the traitor who was to be executed.

She was escorted to him, hands still bound behind her. He smiled the entire time that he explained her duties to her, and made her prove she understood them on himself.

As she knelt and ran her lips and tongue up and down his entire cock, sucking it thoroughly, he stretched his back and felt his cock growing hard in the slave girl’s mouth.

He looked down at the obedient slave girl sucking his cock. “Blessed be the Gods for giving me such a delightful, sacred duty for the Realm.” He said sincerely.
 
King Niro looked over and saw a naked slave girl with a supple body being marched onto the stage, her hands bound behind her back. He noticed her lips tremble as she looked out at the crowd and saw just how many people she was naked before.

She was made to kneel a few feet to the King’s right, her hands still tied behind her back. He watched as his executioners clasped a thin leather collar around her skinny neck and affixed it to a chain that connected to a stake driven into the stage a little ways behind her, thus anchoring her to that position, where she would kneel and suck cocks clean all day.

King Niro looked out at the crowd. Still no procession. Everything was in place now. He wondered if he should summon High Priestess Angela, who was nearby to view the execution, just so he could question her and watch her huge bosom rise and fall as she nervously answered him.

But then he saw, at the edge of the crowd far off in the square, some movement. Ah, good, finally he thought, as he leaned over to get his wine glass for another sip.
 
Shara staggered forward, her knees stinging in pain, her chest aching from her breasts swinging unsupported as she bore this evil crossbeam. She had fallen thrice in total, each time a whip had struck her in the ass, and the pain was the worst she had ever felt in her privileged life of wealth and ease. She had no idea that the guard had been pulling his strikes and only letting the very tip of his whip hit her; he did not want to tear her flesh up too much before the King fucked her before the entire Realm.

Shara groaned in exhausted agony and looked up to see that the crowd had somehow grown even thicker. She was shocked that so many people had gathered to see her nude and suffering. They’re going to watch me die she thought, feeling panic seizing her body.

Shara saw the crowd begin to slowly part and she finally laid eyes on the stage in the center of the square. She saw how when she ascended up to it, that she would be fully on display for the entire crowd.

“No! No! Please! No!” She shouted between ragged breaths as she trudged forward. Those close enough to hear her in the crowd laughed joyously as her desperate plea.

One of the guards barked “Silence, traitor!”

Shara whimpered and complied with the order, shuffling forward under the weight of her crossbeam.

Behind her, Kaira and Rei followed submissively, in extreme fear and humiliation. Kaira had fallen once but swiftly got back to her feet, the guards had not even cared enough to whip her. Rei had managed not to stumble yet, but she was unsure if that would remain the case before they made it to the stage.

Rei could not believe this was happening. She was going to be put to death! In the worst way possible! And there was nothing she could do to stop it…
 
Shara strained forward, desperate to the reach the stage and end this exhausting march. But she could never truly give in to the myopic calm of such focus, for she was acutely aware that more pain and shame awaited her on the stage.

Kaira was exhausted, a few feet behind Shara, her petite body shaking under the weight of the crossbeam. She was still in shock that she would die this day. Then suddenly realized that some unfortunate victims lasted days on the cross. She groaned at the very notion, praying silently that death would rescue her quickly from this waking nightmare.

Rei was at the rear. Sweating and breathing heavily, she kept straining her neck to look up at the stage they were approaching. The one where she had watched Penny and Lexi suffer horribly. The one where she and Kaira would suffer the same way. She was overcome with visceral dread and wanted to scream. Had she not been exhausted already, she likely would have.

Shara reached the stairs to the stage and gasped in exhausted relief as she felt two of the guards who had marched them flank her and stabilize her crossbeam with their strong hands. As she walked up, however, she remembered that the guards were not being kind.

They could not risk her falling and breaking her neck or her back; they needed to torture and crucify her publicly instead.

Shara shuddered in deep, existential dread.
 
Shara ascended the stage first and was marched over to the leftmost of the three beams laying down on the stage. The guards turned her around, and she looked out at the crowd, and let out a pathetic sob of shock and shame. They are cheering she thought bitterly cheering for my pain and nakedness! No!

She felt the guards pull back on her crossbeam and she let her strained muscles relax as they lowered her. She felt the beam underneath her awkwardly, but it felt better to lay down, even on uncomfortable wood, than to be marching still. She felt the guards shift her crossbeam into place on the larger beam and felt a thud under her as it was locked in place somehow. She looked up at the sky and wondered if she was about to be nailed or if other torments would befall her before she was put to death…
 
Kaira and Rei halted as the girl in front of them ascended the stage with a pair of guards flanking her. Rei wanted to weep. She heard the crowd cheering around her, felt lustful, unsympathetic eyes roaming over her naked and restrained body, and she felt more hopeless than she had ever felt in all of her years of enslavement. She did not think that was possible.

She watched in guilty anguish as Kaira was escorted up the stairs. Then after about a minute, she was escorted up as well.

The stage looked different once she was on it. Smaller than being down in the crowd of onlookers, but somehow more threatening and immediate.

Rei saw the girl who had been wearing normal clothes before they were all stripped breathing raggedly on her cross, her ample bosom rising and falling frenetically. Next to her, on the center cross, Kaira was writhing slightly as she caught her breath. Naked men kneeling around her were adjusting her crossbeam and working something in the back of the beam that would be vertical to lock it into place.

Rei had a moment of morbid hope that in the need for some sort of efficiency or (dare she think it) mercy, that maybe her and Kaira and this other girl would be crucified right now, and spared the rough fucking and carnal torment that she had watched Penny and Lexi endure humiliatingly for hours.

But then Rei spotted the King, flanked on his left by a slave girl with a tray holding his wine, and on his right by a naked girl with her hands bound behind her back and a thin collar around her neck, chaining her to the stage. Just like the poor girl who had cleaned the cocks of the men who ravaged Penny and Lexi.

Rei lost all hope in that moment and sobbed bitterly and quietly as she was marched over to the right most wooden beam and lowered onto it.

Gods please Rei prayed silently as the naked men knelt by her and worked to lock her crossbeam into place. Please, exalted Gods, please show me mercy. Please let our suffering not be brutal.

Rei heard only the cheers of the crowd and felt on the executioner’s semi-hard cock brush against her side. The Gods would not honor her pleas…
 
With all three crossbeams affixed to the main wooden shafts, the crosses were now ready to be raised up once the girls were nailed. But there was sacred ceremony to see to first. For at least one of the condemned, Shara, was known to be a virgin. That had to be taken before she could be crucified as a traitor.

Executioners untied all three girls from the crossbeams they had borne and pulled them up to their feet. Their hands were pulled behind their back and they were marched roughly to the front of the stage, and shoved down onto their knees, where they could look out at the crowd, naked and on display, and the citizens of the Realm cheered and thanked the Gods that the condemned all happened to be young, beautiful women.

Shara’s mouth hung open, still catching her breath from the march to the stage, horrified that this was happening. She looked over the crowd, hoping, praying, that she would find one set of merciful or understanding eyes looking back at her. She saw none.

Kaira trembled in terror and shame, her years of slavery making it her instinct, even in this extreme and horrifying situation, to clasp her hands obediently behind her back and cast her eyes downward submissively.

Rei was too frantic to do this. Her heavy chest rose and fell frantically as she scanned the crowd, her body shaking with emotion and panic, her hands constantly fighting the urge to shoot up and cover her exposed pussy and breasts, but she did not do this, for she knew it would draw further torment from her executioners.

The King got to his feet. The crowd’s cheers got even louder.
 
The King stood and the crowd grew respectfully quiet. He gestured at the three naked women kneeling humiliated and terrified on the stage, facing the crowd.

“Citizens of the Realm!” The King shouted. “These three traitors kneel before you! Ready for their proper and just punishments! As per the Gods’ Edicts, they are found guilty of treason! And shall be tortured and crucified unto death!”

The crowd began to chant “Crucify them! Crucify them! Crucify them!”

Rei balked at their cruelty. Kaira shuddered as she tried to stay as still as possible. Shara gasped audibly.

The King stripped off his plush purple kilt and cast it off into the crowd. Loyal, fervent citizens clamored to claim it, for it was known to bring good fortune and blessings to acquire a belonging of the King. Especially one that had touched his noble manhood.

The King’s large cock hung from his groin, and Rei looked at it with dread. She knelt closest to the King, he stood now naked except for his sandals and crown on her left. To Rei’s right knelt Kaira and beyond her, Shara.

The King waved at the crowd and they cheered back. Executioners approached the three kneeling condemned girls and pushed them onto their hands and knees so that they faced the crowd, breasts dangling from their chests, ready to be taken from behind by the King.

Rei had watched this happen to Penny and Lexi and she groaned as she felt her large breasts weigh down her chest achingly as she pressed her palms into the stage for support.

Kaira risked looking out at the crowd and so many eyes watching her lustfully. It made her blush.

Shara felt her breasts swaying from her chest, and felt her arms already aching from the degrading position. She blushed intently and felt sweat drip down her forehead.
 
The King moved to stand behind Rei, who tensed up but kept silent as she felt all eyes in the crowd pinpoint onto her. Completely nude, on her hands and knees, her large breasts dangling from her chest, the King of the entire realm naked behind her, sentenced to death, and powerless to resist, Rei felt utterly dehumanized in a way that she had never thought possible. Shame and terror gripped her viscerally, and she startled as the King placed his hands on her vulnerable hips, but stifled a yelp. But when she felt bulbous tip of the King’s erect cock rub against her belly, she gasped in fright.

Master Elbrus had enjoyed her carnally many times during his ownership of her, but he was a man of average endowment and simple appetites. Feeling the King’s tip on her belly, she realized how large the King’s penis was, and she balked at having him take her from behind.

Even with so many lustful eyes fixated on her, she felt a subtle movement on her right and looked over to see Kaira looking at her, her kind eyes filled with pity.

Rei gulped and looked back at her fellow slave. This is all my fault she thought. Does Kaira know? Will she die on the cross cursing my name? Does she hate me?

Rei wanted to ask her. To confess to her and beg forgiveness. But then she felt the King’s cock thrust into her womanhood and suddenly all of her thoughts were as nothing next to the overwhelming and pulverizing sensation of the King ramming himself into her.

Rei exclaimed loudly and breathlessly as her back arched and her mouth opened in a humiliating way, like she was frozen in the middle of a colossal moan. Her breasts slapped together audibly and the King’s hands on her hips gripped tighter and tighter by the second.

The crowd roared in eager excitement. Kaira watched in horror, knowing that she was next. Shara kept looking at the crowd, stealing embarrassed glances at Rei, mortified but still hopeful that she might please the King or beg him for mercy and somehow avoid the cross…
 
Rei was powerless to stop the loud, shrill, carnal sounds emanating from her mouth as the King fucked her hard. She felt like he might rip her apart with his gargantuan cock. With every thrust she wondered if how she could take it. She desperately wanted this painful humiliation to end. Her breasts stung from slapping together so rapidly. Her knees ached and her arms ached and her face flushed with embarrassment. She wanted to be more quiet and stoic but she realized that this execution would rob her of any such dignity.

After minutes that felt like hours, the King’s thrusting halted as he finished within her. Rei was gasping for breath as he pulled out of her, sweat dripping down her forehead.

The King raised his hands in a victorious gesture and the crowd loved it. He stepped over behind Kaira, his penis bobbing between his legs, the sheen of sex glistening on it, his erection barely lowered even after pumping some of his manhood into the condemned slave.

He loved this part. Standing behind the second slave girl, her lean, naked back nicely on display for him, he saw that she was shorter and leaner than the first slave girl. Probably a little younger too. Her body shall make for a nice plaything for me he thought as he stretched out his arms, preparing to enter her…
 
Kaira had been unable to look away as Rei had been fucked by the King. Kaira always worked to pleasure Master Elbrus quickly and efficiently, so it would be over more swiftly. Rei had taught her this, for he had owned Rei for a couple of years before buying Kaira. Therefore, beholding Rei’s reaction to the King’s rough domination filled her with dread.

Kaira braced as she felt the King standing behind her. She was so exposed and vulnerable on her hands and knees that she wanted to scream and run, but she could only imagine how she would be tortured for that. She stole one more quick glance at Rei, who was panting like a dog, red in the face, and sweaty from being taken by the King.

Kaira gulped with trepidation. Then the King placed his hands on her hips. She startled, gasping at the touch, but within a moment, he thrust into her and she let out a shrill groan of shock.

The King thrust into her hard. Relentlessly. Kaira’s petite body rocked back and forth roughly with every movement of his body against hers. Her back was arched, causing her plump breasts to jiggle as she moaned and exclaimed, unable to keep her calm or her dignity.

She felt all eyes on her. The crowd. Poor Rei next to her. The citizen girl next to her. She could even feel the King’s cruel gaze on her from behind as he fucked her hard.
 
Shara had not watched the first slave girl get ravaged by the King, other than the occasional, horrified glance. Looking out in shock at the crowd had kept her attention, despite the slave girl’s dire moans and exclamations as the King took her from behind.

Shara wondered if the two slave girls sentenced with her were virgins. Regardless, she was, and she imagined that her experience when the King got to her would be just as terrifyingly degrading and painful. Or worse.

When the King moved to fuck the second slave girl, the one next to her, Shara resolved to keep looking out at the crowd, scanning desperately for a sympathetic gaze or a face that was not leering in joy at their humiliation. She had found none so far.

But when the slave girl next to her startled and began to be loudly fucked by the King, Shara could not look away. She turned her head and watched the slave girl, who was probably around the same age as her, bounce back and forth roughly as the King thrust into her powerfully. The poor girl’s back was arched and her arms were stretched as much as possible, her breasts bouncing around wildly, her mouth locked open and emanating loud, breathless carnal sounds, her soft cheeks flushed deep red with exertion and shame.

Shara blushed also. I don’t want it she thought desperately. I haven’t committed treason! I’m innocent! The King must hear my plea! I must be granted mercy!
 
The King dug his strong fingers into the slave girl’s lean, smooth hips as he kept thrusting into her. He was breathing heavily and felt some sweat forming on his brow. This slave girl’s womanhood was tight and he felt himself nearing completion, but he was beginning to grow a bit concerned about fucking the rebel traitor next. I need to drink less wine he thought. Maybe go and train with some of soldiers to regain some of my vigor.

He grunted as he ejaculated inside the second slave girl and then stepped back to prepare for the final condemned girl’s domination.

The crowd cheered as Kaira blushed and shuddered in anguish, her eyes looking at the stage, her mouth agape as she breathed raggedly, wondering how much it was going to hurt when they crucified her.

The King stepped behind Shara, and Shara’s eyes grew even wider. She knew that she had mere seconds before the King turned her into a degraded, moaning wench like he had done to the two slave girls.

She tried to look back at him, over her shoulder, but she could not see him. She was too afraid to get off of her hands and knees. So Shara simply shouted “Please, Your Highne—”

The King silenced her with a slap across her ass cheek. Shara yelped loudly; both in shock and also in pain at being struck where one of the guards had whipped her during the march with their crossbeams.

“Silence, traitor!” The King said, feeling his cock harden with new resolve and vigor.

Shara whimpered in fear and turned to face the crowd. She wished she had said nothing at all. The King gripped her ass cheeks and thrust his penis into her!

Shara’s breasts swung forward and clapped together as her body rocked from the powerful thrust, and the sensation of the King’s cock stuffing her virgin loins made her let out a deep, carnal bellow as her eyes rolled up slightly. The King did not let up, and Shara rocked back and forth, utterly powerless to resist, moaning and exclaiming loudly as her breasts smacked together.

The King reached out and pulled her hair, yanking her head up so that her back arched painfully, her breasts bouncing wildly for the crowd as her fingers stretched desperately to keep her anchored on the stage.

Shara was utterly stricken with humiliation. She had no idea that a person could be so cruelly degraded in such a public display of ruthless dominance.

The crowd began to chant King Niro’s name…
 
While the King fucked Shara Caldlow, half-sister of Eva Caldlow who was crucified on that very stage mere weeks ago, the lead executioner watched the two slave girls whom the King had savaged first. Both were still catching their breathe and looked overcome with shame and anguish, but their arms were barely shaking as they remained obediently on their hands and knees, their breasts dangling from their chests.

The Lead Executioner had conferred with High Priestess Anjela prior to the execution. She had made it clear that the Gods demanded these two slaves suffer for their transgressions. She had told him what those transgressions were, but he had instantly forgotten. He did not care in the slightest. He needed no reason to crucify a woman, be she citizen or slave. As long as the King approved of it, he would facilitate it.

He would make sure the two slave girls suffered a good deal of humiliation and double penetration before nailing them to their crosses. The Caldlow girl would be crucified last, and imagined that the King would have him flog her heavily before that. Among other things.

He had been noticing King Niro’s waning stamina over the past months. He was not concerned that the King would be unable to finish onstage, but he did not want anyone amongst the citizenry to notice the King’s diminished vigor. So he had his subordinates select three slave girls from the formation behind the stage.

These three were stripped naked by his men and marched up onto the stage while King Niro bucked and thrust into Shara and she entertained the crowd whilst suffering and losing her virginity.

The first slave girl his executioners marched up was about 5’3” with tan skin, dark hair, and large breasts with big nipples. Behind her was a taller slave girl with pale skin and straight brown hair and almost equally large breasts; hers dangled more and her nipples were slightly smaller and more perfectly round. Lastly came a slave girl who was an inch or two shorter than the first slave, with shoulder length blonde hair and perky breasts with small, hard nipples.

All three slave girls had their eyes downcast with shame and fear, their mouths either slightly open in trepidation or trembling slightly.

All three were marched straight to the crosses and laid down on them. He knew all of the slave girls behind the stage were virgins. For efficiency’s sake, he would have his men nail their wrists and then fuck them a couple of times before crucifying them. Had to keep the crowd happy and distracted and entertained…
 
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