Zephirantes
Magistrate
Sweat glistened on their bodies as the sun beat down mercilessly. The two girls, each nailed to a cross, looked at each other with a mix of fear and resolve.
"Never thought I'd end up like this, huh?" one girl said, trying to crack a wry smile despite the searing pain in her wrists.
The other girl, her breathing ragged, replied, "Yeah, who knew our little adventure would lead us here."
A man in the crowd shouted, "You're both so brave up there!"
The first girl chuckled weakly. "Brave? More like out of options."
A woman, part of the execution team, came forward with a smile. "You're doing great, girls. Just let us know if you need anything."
"Can you get me down from here?" the second girl joked through her pain.
Laughter rippled through the crowd. Another executioner, a kind-looking man, joined in, "Now, now, let's not ruin the fun."
The first girl, trying to shift the focus, asked her companion, "So, who did you hope would watch us?"
"I don't know... maybe my ex. Just to see what he's missing," the second girl said with a touch of humor, wincing as she tried to move.
"I was hoping my mom wouldn't show. I couldn't bear her seeing me like this... exposed and helpless," the first girl admitted, her voice catching.
"Don't look now, but I think she's out there," the second girl said, nodding towards the crowd.
The first girl sighed, "Guess this is a fitting end to my wild days."
An executioner approached, "You two need anything? Water, maybe?"
"Just a quick release from this agony," the second girl replied.
"Sorry, darling. This show's just starting," the executioner said with a sympathetic smile.
The girls exchanged a look, their bodies aching, the reality of their fate sinking in.
"You know, I always wondered how it would feel... at the end," the first girl mused.
"Like this, I guess. Painful, scary, but weirdly... a bit thrilling?" the second girl responded, a tremor in her voice.
"Yeah, like every nerve in my body is on fire. Even my pussy feels... weird," the first girl confessed.
"I know, right? It's like all the pain is mixing with... I don't know, some kind of twisted excitement," the second girl said, her breath hitching.
The crowd murmured, watching the intimate exchange.
One of the executioners added, "It's a common reaction. The body's funny that way."
"Never thought I'd be hanging next to you, talking about our pussies and death in the same breath," the first girl laughed weakly.
"Life's full of surprises. Like, who knew I'd be getting my last orgasm while nailed to a cross?" the second girl joked, her laughter tinged with hysteria.
The crowd laughed along, some shouting words of encouragement.
"Hey, at least we're in this together," the first girl said, reaching out as best as she could towards her friend.
"Yeah, together to the end," the second girl agreed, tears mixing with sweat on her face.
- - -
"I have presents for you. Thought you might like a little... support," said an executioner, grinning as he held up the sharply edged wooden sedile.
The first girl grimaced. "Support? That looks like it's going to split me in two."
The second girl, her eyes wide, added, "That's going to press right up against... everything."
The executioner, attaching the sedile to the first girl's cross, said cheerfully, "This will take some of the weight off your wrists. But yeah, it'll be quite intimate with your lady parts."
As the sedile was positioned under her, the first girl gasped. "Oh God, that's... that's right on my pussy. It's so sharp."
"I told you, a unique kind of support," the executioner quipped, moving to attach the second sedile.
The second girl whimpered as the edge pressed against her. "It's like it's cutting into me. My clit, my lips... everything's so sensitive."
"Guess this is one way to keep us alert," the first girl joked weakly, trying to shift her position.
"Yeah, who needs comfort when you can have a wooden edge splitting your twat?" the second girl retorted, her voice laced with sarcasm and pain.
An onlooker called out, "You girls are taking it like champions!"
Another executioner, a woman with a kind but firm expression, came forward. "It's all part of the experience. You'll feel every little shift, every breeze... might even make you forget about your wrists for a bit."
The first girl laughed bitterly. "Oh, I'm very aware of my wrists. And now my sex is getting its own special torture."
"Is this supposed to make us cum or something?" the second girl asked, half in jest, half in agony.
"Well, it's not unheard of," the female executioner replied. "You may cum if you want: a good orgasm might well blow away the pain and the fear of your looming death, at least for a while..."
As time passed, the two girls tried to adjust to the new, excruciating addition to their torment. Their conversations became sporadic, often interrupted by gasps and moans.
"Every time I move, it's like... it's like it's slicing into me," the first girl cried out.
"I know... I can feel it... right there... pressing against my clit," the second girl responded, her voice trembling.
The crowd watched, some with fascination, others with empathy.
"Think we'll get used to this?" the first girl asked, her voice strained.
"I don't think you get used to something like this. It's like... constant, sharp reminders of where we are," the second girl replied, tears streaming down her face.
One of the executioners, noticing their distress, offered a sympathetic smile. "You're both so strong. Just let it happen. Let your bodies feel what they need to."
"Easy for you to say," the first girl snapped, her pain making her bold. "You're not the one with a wooden blade up your pussy."
The second girl, trying to find some solace, said, "Maybe... maybe it'll distract from the pain in our arms... maybe even give us something else to focus on."
"Yeah, like how I'm going to die with a split twat," the first girl retorted, a mix of humor and despair in her voice.
The crowd's murmurs blended with the sounds of the girls' intermittent cries and the gentle breeze, creating a surreal atmosphere around the crosses.
- - -
The executioners approached with whips in hand, their expressions a mix of duty and sympathy. The crowd's anticipation grew, sensing the impending escalation.
One of the executioners addressed the girls, "We need to... enhance the show. A bit of whipping should make things more... interesting."
The first girl, her eyes wide with dread, asked in a trembling voice, "Whipping? Where?"
"Your nipples, belly, and... well, your pussies," the other executioner explained, almost apologetically. "It's all part of the spectacle."
The second girl, her voice laced with fear, responded, "You're going to whip us there? That's... that's insane!"
The first executioner, preparing his whip, said, "It'll make you twist and writhe more. The audience loves a good show."
As the first lash struck the first girl's belly, she cried out in pain, her body involuntarily writhing, causing the sedile to press deeper. "Oh God, that hurts so much!" she exclaimed, tears streaming down her face.
The second girl, receiving a lash across her nipples, screamed, "It's like fire on my skin! I can't... I can't take this!"
The crowd watched, some cheering, others looking away, unable to bear the sight.
Between her sobs, the first girl gasped, "Every move... it's agony... the sedile is cutting into me!"
The second girl, enduring another lash to her sensitive pussy, cried out, "It's too much! The pain, the sedile, everything!"
An executioner, with a hint of regret in his voice, said, "I know it's hard, but this is what the people want. You're giving them a memorable show."
The first girl, struggling to speak through her pain, replied, "I never thought... I'd die like this... whipped and tortured."
The second girl, wincing from another lash, added, "This is hell... pure hell."
As the whipping continued, the girls' cries and pleas filled the air, their bodies twisting in a desperate attempt to escape the relentless pain. The executioners, professional in their task, continued to strike strategically, eliciting cries and movements that kept the audience captivated.
"Never thought I'd end up like this, huh?" one girl said, trying to crack a wry smile despite the searing pain in her wrists.
The other girl, her breathing ragged, replied, "Yeah, who knew our little adventure would lead us here."
A man in the crowd shouted, "You're both so brave up there!"
The first girl chuckled weakly. "Brave? More like out of options."
A woman, part of the execution team, came forward with a smile. "You're doing great, girls. Just let us know if you need anything."
"Can you get me down from here?" the second girl joked through her pain.
Laughter rippled through the crowd. Another executioner, a kind-looking man, joined in, "Now, now, let's not ruin the fun."
The first girl, trying to shift the focus, asked her companion, "So, who did you hope would watch us?"
"I don't know... maybe my ex. Just to see what he's missing," the second girl said with a touch of humor, wincing as she tried to move.
"I was hoping my mom wouldn't show. I couldn't bear her seeing me like this... exposed and helpless," the first girl admitted, her voice catching.
"Don't look now, but I think she's out there," the second girl said, nodding towards the crowd.
The first girl sighed, "Guess this is a fitting end to my wild days."
An executioner approached, "You two need anything? Water, maybe?"
"Just a quick release from this agony," the second girl replied.
"Sorry, darling. This show's just starting," the executioner said with a sympathetic smile.
The girls exchanged a look, their bodies aching, the reality of their fate sinking in.
"You know, I always wondered how it would feel... at the end," the first girl mused.
"Like this, I guess. Painful, scary, but weirdly... a bit thrilling?" the second girl responded, a tremor in her voice.
"Yeah, like every nerve in my body is on fire. Even my pussy feels... weird," the first girl confessed.
"I know, right? It's like all the pain is mixing with... I don't know, some kind of twisted excitement," the second girl said, her breath hitching.
The crowd murmured, watching the intimate exchange.
One of the executioners added, "It's a common reaction. The body's funny that way."
"Never thought I'd be hanging next to you, talking about our pussies and death in the same breath," the first girl laughed weakly.
"Life's full of surprises. Like, who knew I'd be getting my last orgasm while nailed to a cross?" the second girl joked, her laughter tinged with hysteria.
The crowd laughed along, some shouting words of encouragement.
"Hey, at least we're in this together," the first girl said, reaching out as best as she could towards her friend.
"Yeah, together to the end," the second girl agreed, tears mixing with sweat on her face.
- - -
"I have presents for you. Thought you might like a little... support," said an executioner, grinning as he held up the sharply edged wooden sedile.
The first girl grimaced. "Support? That looks like it's going to split me in two."
The second girl, her eyes wide, added, "That's going to press right up against... everything."
The executioner, attaching the sedile to the first girl's cross, said cheerfully, "This will take some of the weight off your wrists. But yeah, it'll be quite intimate with your lady parts."
As the sedile was positioned under her, the first girl gasped. "Oh God, that's... that's right on my pussy. It's so sharp."
"I told you, a unique kind of support," the executioner quipped, moving to attach the second sedile.
The second girl whimpered as the edge pressed against her. "It's like it's cutting into me. My clit, my lips... everything's so sensitive."
"Guess this is one way to keep us alert," the first girl joked weakly, trying to shift her position.
"Yeah, who needs comfort when you can have a wooden edge splitting your twat?" the second girl retorted, her voice laced with sarcasm and pain.
An onlooker called out, "You girls are taking it like champions!"
Another executioner, a woman with a kind but firm expression, came forward. "It's all part of the experience. You'll feel every little shift, every breeze... might even make you forget about your wrists for a bit."
The first girl laughed bitterly. "Oh, I'm very aware of my wrists. And now my sex is getting its own special torture."
"Is this supposed to make us cum or something?" the second girl asked, half in jest, half in agony.
"Well, it's not unheard of," the female executioner replied. "You may cum if you want: a good orgasm might well blow away the pain and the fear of your looming death, at least for a while..."
As time passed, the two girls tried to adjust to the new, excruciating addition to their torment. Their conversations became sporadic, often interrupted by gasps and moans.
"Every time I move, it's like... it's like it's slicing into me," the first girl cried out.
"I know... I can feel it... right there... pressing against my clit," the second girl responded, her voice trembling.
The crowd watched, some with fascination, others with empathy.
"Think we'll get used to this?" the first girl asked, her voice strained.
"I don't think you get used to something like this. It's like... constant, sharp reminders of where we are," the second girl replied, tears streaming down her face.
One of the executioners, noticing their distress, offered a sympathetic smile. "You're both so strong. Just let it happen. Let your bodies feel what they need to."
"Easy for you to say," the first girl snapped, her pain making her bold. "You're not the one with a wooden blade up your pussy."
The second girl, trying to find some solace, said, "Maybe... maybe it'll distract from the pain in our arms... maybe even give us something else to focus on."
"Yeah, like how I'm going to die with a split twat," the first girl retorted, a mix of humor and despair in her voice.
The crowd's murmurs blended with the sounds of the girls' intermittent cries and the gentle breeze, creating a surreal atmosphere around the crosses.
- - -
The executioners approached with whips in hand, their expressions a mix of duty and sympathy. The crowd's anticipation grew, sensing the impending escalation.
One of the executioners addressed the girls, "We need to... enhance the show. A bit of whipping should make things more... interesting."
The first girl, her eyes wide with dread, asked in a trembling voice, "Whipping? Where?"
"Your nipples, belly, and... well, your pussies," the other executioner explained, almost apologetically. "It's all part of the spectacle."
The second girl, her voice laced with fear, responded, "You're going to whip us there? That's... that's insane!"
The first executioner, preparing his whip, said, "It'll make you twist and writhe more. The audience loves a good show."
As the first lash struck the first girl's belly, she cried out in pain, her body involuntarily writhing, causing the sedile to press deeper. "Oh God, that hurts so much!" she exclaimed, tears streaming down her face.
The second girl, receiving a lash across her nipples, screamed, "It's like fire on my skin! I can't... I can't take this!"
The crowd watched, some cheering, others looking away, unable to bear the sight.
Between her sobs, the first girl gasped, "Every move... it's agony... the sedile is cutting into me!"
The second girl, enduring another lash to her sensitive pussy, cried out, "It's too much! The pain, the sedile, everything!"
An executioner, with a hint of regret in his voice, said, "I know it's hard, but this is what the people want. You're giving them a memorable show."
The first girl, struggling to speak through her pain, replied, "I never thought... I'd die like this... whipped and tortured."
The second girl, wincing from another lash, added, "This is hell... pure hell."
As the whipping continued, the girls' cries and pleas filled the air, their bodies twisting in a desperate attempt to escape the relentless pain. The executioners, professional in their task, continued to strike strategically, eliciting cries and movements that kept the audience captivated.