Part 9: Ups And Downs

Sudo's back blocked his view of her face as the second spike was driven home.
He walked back to Calpurnia and the last two victims, anger boiling in his chest.
Cal looked at him and he was surprised to see what looked very much like genuine worry in her eyes. It was that obvious, then?
He shook himself out of his darkened mood. "It's fine", he told her.

"There will be others," she said with a reassuring smile that for once lacked any predatory undertones.
He nodded and turned his mind back to current events. He'd get drunk later, but now there was still work to be done.

Beachball came to again just in time to feel the spike destroying her wrist. Yakuv had hit her with another stim shot and this time there was no merciful unconsciousness for her. Her earlier faint had turned out to be a good thing, Vorden thought, since there wouldn't have been any room for anybody to sit on her tits. They jiggled wildly as the tanned beauty thrashed around on her cross.

And then it was Red's turn. Like Ice she tried to free herself, starting towards the cliff edge, but where Ice was powerfully built, Red's body was the kind that'd have trouble staying on the ground in a stiff breeze. All her efforts got her was laughter from the guards who had, if Vorden was any judge, given her that escape opportunity on purpose. He'd have a long, drawn-out chat about carelessness with them later. As Sudo advanced on her pinned form, Calpurnia strode forward as well, grin on her face and something he couldn't quite make out in her hand. She beckoned for him to follow and, idly wondering what she was cooking up now, he did.
She'd stopped Sudo from nailing the bitch for now, and under her direction two guards were pulling Red's legs apart.

"I thought you'd want to see this up close", Cal said cheerfully, kneeling down to apply the object in her hand. To his complete lack of surprise, it'd turned out to be another of her rigged drone parts. She got to work quickly, spreading Red's cuntlips apart with a practiced motion while massaging her clit to coax it out from under its hood. Red's struggles and pleas for mercy intensified, drowning out the continued wails and grunts of pain from the other condemned, but the guards had no problem keeping hold of her.
"There," Cal said with a satisfied smile, "in you go!"
With that she drove the makeshift device into her victim's cunt, eliciting another scream from Red and a quiet gasp from Calpurnia's little pet, who knew exactly what her mistress' toy was capable of. This one, he saw now, had an extra battery added, and Cal quickly taped that in place along with the rest of the contraption. Giving her handiwork one last satisfied look-over, she stood up. "Alright,", she said to the engineer and his helpers, "She's all yours".

"Took long enough", Sudo replied with mock gruffness and fired the naildriver. Red reacted much like the other four had, screaming and writhing, and Vorden turned to Cal while Sudo prepared for the other wrist.

"Not that I don't appreciate the idea of giving the little troublemaker a bit of extra zap along the way", he said, "but weren't we planning to let the men have them later on? That thing looks like it'll strip the skin off any dick trying to get in there."
Cal shrugged. "Eh. She likes it better up the ass anyway."
Vorden couldn't help but laugh again. "There is that", he said. "I take it you'll turn her on once the rest of the…ceremony is done?"
"That's the idea, boss", she responded. Then, as the final spike was slammed home, she got back into her haughty command pose.

"Alright," she called out to the guards, who'd already prepared ropes. "Pull them up!"
A team of men hauled on the ropes of Flappy's cross, lifting it up while three more held it steady and guided the bottom end to the hole they'd dug for it. Flappy'd quieted down a bit since her nailing, her screams replaced by rapid panting, but now as her violated wrists started to take her weight, she started up again at full volume. Her feet scrabbled for purchase on the smooth wood, trying to support herself somehow, but gravity would not be denied. The cross slid into the hole with a dull thud, and the bitch had her breath driven from her for a moment.

Then, the scream started up again, a thin, monotonous wail that eventually broke off into rhythmic grunts as she strained against her own weight.
She sounded like she was getting fucked, Vorden realized, and the way she thrust her hips forward as her feet tried and failed to find a hold made the effect even more striking.

Sudo had arrived with the naildriver again. "Okay, grab her leg", he told one of the guards as he got into position. "That's it, now hold 'er steady…steady, damn you…and bam!"
The magnetic nailgun fired and the dangling cunt's right foot was solidly pinned to the wooden beam. Another quick shot later, she was fully crucified, the soles of her feet flat against the wooden surface while rivulets of blood ran down the cross to soak the soil. Sudo didn't even give her a second glance but quickly continued to the next cross where Scars had just been hauled upright.

Captain Vorden watched for what Cal had told him was coming: Flappy, desperate to take some weight off her arms, was trying to raise herself up on her nailed feet instead. She held the new pose for just a little over ten seconds before the agony in her cramping muscles and nailed feet became too great and with another cry of pain she fell back again. Her trembling legs were spread open now as she tried to recover her strength for the next push, looking almost like she was displaying her flappy cunt to the world on purpose. Nearby, Scars was also starting the same dance, beads of sweat flying off her tits as she violently twisted around. They'd keep that up until the end, Cal had told him. Trying to escape the agony of one set of nails would force them to put more strain on the other, over and over. And on top of that, hanging by their arms like that they'd soon find it difficult to breathe.

It was an endless cycle of pain, half a dozen different forms of torture in one, and it left the condemned exposed and lewdly displayed for all to see. It was no wonder, he reflected, that the ancients had used this form of execution to deal with slave revolts, and he idly wondered why they'd eventually stopped.

Red was babbling hysterically between gasps of pain but between her panic and agony it was slurred to the point where his translator couldn't make it out. He focused his attention on her while the executioners got to work on Ice. From where she was lying, the little rebel could see and hear quite well what was going on, and it wasn't helping her state of mind any. That'd been the reason Calpurnia had made her go last after all. Cal, ever ready to twist the psychological knife a bit further, had decided that the little freckled bitch would see and hear all her followers suffer first, anticipation doubtlessly making things even worse for her.

Cal bent down to her. "That's right, sweetie", she said cheerfully as a familiar scream told Captain Vorden that Sudo had completed the crucifixion of Ice. Her translator repeated the words in Red's own language, although he couldn't tell whether the deathbound cunt actually understood anything in her state. "Only one more, then it's your turn! Up you'll go and you'll find out why they're screaming so much…" He noticed that Cal's right hand was busy under the folds of her dress.
"Oh, and then you'll find out about the little gift I left in your cunt!", Cal continued as she pleasured herself, "and I know you're just dying to find out what that does!"

Beachball's cross was lifted upright and Red watched in terrified fascination as the screaming blonde's big tits jiggled and bounced wildly. Sudo and his assistants had worked out an efficient work rhythm by now and within less than half a minute her feet were securely nailed. Like the three before her, she too now started her dance of death and the executioners advanced to the final cross.

Red was the smallest and most lightweight of the five, which made their work even easier. Within barely a minute she was up and fully nailed, and Sudo's team stepped back to admire their handiwork. "Interesting job", the engineer said, absent-mindedly wiping a bit of blood from his hands onto his overalls. "Took a bit of work doing it the first time, but I reckon we can streamline the process a bit now."
"That might be worth looking into", Captain Vorden agreed. The execution had only just started, and he could see and hear that they'd already made quite an impression on the slaves forced to watch the runners suffer.

Cal pulled out her remote with the hand that wasn't rubbing her pussy. "Thanks for helping out with this, by the way" she told Sudo conversationally, as if masturbating openly to the dying agony of a punished slave was the most normal thing in the universe. And maybe to her it was. "Time to see how she likes the new settings."
She pushed a button and Red suddenly straightened up on her cross, muscles going taut in an instant and her face frozen in a grimace of agony. She could breathe only in shallow, rapid gasps, once again sounding much like she was getting fucked hard and fast.
Another button, and the former ringleader slumped back down, writhing against the wooden post.
"Looks like they both work fine", Calpurnia said with an air of satisfaction, "alright. Program one…set."

She pushed some more buttons and stepped back, fingers still working her sex at a leisurely pace.
"This is set to give her five minutes of light stimulation, just enough to get her hot and bothered, then ten seconds of full power. Over and over." Cal clearly relished the thought, starting to moan quietly with a faraway look in her eyes.

"The VIP seating is ready now, boss", Kamal's voice rumbled from behind them with a definite touch of amusement.