I AM SILVIA, THE REBEL

[redsonja]

In a distant Roman province there is an uprising against the Romans. It is led by a rebel leader, known only to the Romans by her Latin name; Silvia. She is soon captured, and of course tortured by them, but she is very brave and defiant. Silvia is the author of the story, but the role of governor and praetor is for Red Sonja who assumes the role of the main male character, and possibly some more.

 

[redsonja]

A modification of Julia Yaroshenko as Silvia, when she has already been cruelly flogged, dressed in a threadbare garment, and waiting for more mistreatment of her person. She seems brave.

 

[redsonja]

As an example:

I Publius Argento Galba, Dacia's procurator, could not believe that he would disgust me with what legionnaires did with a beautiful woman. Young Silvia was presented before me wearing a ragged tunic that barely covered her battered body. She could hardly walk due to the torture, but for some strange reason she made a weak gesture of letting go of her captors, and walking the two or three steps that distanced her from being before my presence.

That amazed me; Well, it seemed incredible that this battered girl could even take four steps. And yet, above her in her face was still determination and pride, dignity. She barely remembered the girl who had been introduced to me a week ago.
She now had flogging marks all over her body, she was much thinner, and she had been repeatedly raped, beaten, brutalized, humiliated, but even so she still exuded dignity and bravery within her situation. .
She had been beautiful, but now she was torn apart by legionnaires, but still she had something about her that drew me. He had to possess this girl before he sentenced her to die; Well, if she condemned her to perpetual slavery, I doubt that anyone would buy a girl so marked by torture, except perhaps me. But that would cause a lot of questions and gossip, and especially from my wife.

 

[redsonja]

Another image of a recreation of Silvia after the whipping of the Roman flagellum.

-Her front part of her is not very marked, she whip her front, whip her front. We want to see those breasts bleed! -I would like nothing more, but she has to arrive alive to be crucified. She has been sentenced to be crucified, not scourged to death! The girl in the ragged tunic looked at some lashes that had caressed even the front of her slender body.

 

[redsonja]

-I will never kneel before you, Roman dog!
-Very well, you have lost the last opportunity so that we do not mistreat you bitch! Whip the malnourished bitch, suspend her from a pulley, and whip that skinny body of hers. Thirty lashes! After you weld them you can spend an hour "playing with her"!

 

[redsonja]

I AM SILVIA, THE REBEL
From the beginning of Hadrian's reign, and on the occasion of the death of his predecessor Trajan (117 and 118 AD) there was a rebellion of the surviving Dacians of the Roman conquests. (500,000 Dacians were made slaves at the end of Trajan's Dacian Wars) allied to the Sarmatians who took the opportunity to raid Dacia, allying themselves with the Dacian natives.
I have placed this story around the year 119 AD, when the rebellious Dacians were falling one by one, and the Sarmatian warriors were driven back outside the Roman borders.
My heroine is called Yarana, in her Dacian name (totally made up by me), but baptized Silvia in her Roman name. She was born around the year 100 AD into a pro-Roman Dacian tribe in principle. But the abuse and humiliation, together with the fact that most of her friends and relatives are turned into slaves or die at the end of the Dacian wars, make the girl flee with her father and brother and flee with the rebels to the mountains, and out of the mountains. roman borders. And this is how the girl grows up and becomes a fierce warrior educated in the mountains with the last Dacian refugees and rebels, and she also sees the barbarian and steppe peoples like the Sarmatians, who populate the plains outside the Roman limes.

This is how Silvia's story can begin....

 

[redsonja]

another example:

The girl bravely manages to stand up proud and defiant even though her back hurts like hell. She has received her first spanking with a long leather whip. The mob calls for more lashes to that slim body of hers, but she has to last the rest of the week. If the wounds from the long whip were horrible, she knew that those from the "Roman scorpion" before the crucifixion were far worse. She shuddered at the thought.

 

[redsonja]

Foreword:
The year is 119 AD somewhere in Dacia. A large group of Dacian rebels with some Sarmatian allies prepare a brutal ambush of two Roman cohorts. Commanding the Dacian rebel army is a 19-year-old girl named Silvia by the Romans, but to her people her name is Yarana.
Yarana's family had been friends of the Romans for some time, but various tragic events and other grievances towards her family carried out by the newly established Roman colonists in Dacia, gradually turned their friendship into hatred. And that happened at a time when the Yarana family still had the possibility of obtaining Roman citizenship for their exemplary conduct, but all this was cut short by the greed and contempt of the new settlers, especially those originating from the Italian peninsula and already highly romanized areas. These settlers were the majority in the area where the Yarana tribe was settled.
At the age of 17, a young Yarana sees how the abuses and outrages perpetrated by a new Roman governor, who is also infatuated with her mother, end in tragedy with her parents being murdered. She swears revenge and flees to the mountains with the Dacian rebels not subdued by Rome. There she little by little knows how to become the leader of a large band of rebels, and she gets the alliance of a Sarmatian tribe.
Now after two years of fighting, she and her group are going to attack two Roman cohorts in an ambush.
At first all goes well for the rebels and allies, who quickly whittle down the Roman force which is actually also accompanied by a number of nine tarpaulin-covered wagons. But the contents of the wagons are not supplies as the rebels will soon realize.
Suddenly, the canvas is uncovered revealing groups of archers mounted on the platforms of the cars. The rebels are caught by surprise. This allows a Roman cavalry hidden a few yards away to come to the aid of the legionaries. The ambush soon turns on the rebels and allies. The surviving Sarmatians manage to flee, and the rebels disperse into a multitude of small bands, which little by little are being hunted down by the Romans.
And although Yarana manages to flee at first in the battle, soon her group is reduced little by little until it is reduced to six warriors with her. They take refuge in a cave in the mountains, but their hopes are nil.
In this last desperate fight for freedom, Yarana and her last companions manage to kill twenty-four legionnaires, and she personally kills five, but the die is cast. There's nothing to do. Yarana is eventually captured along with another young warrior named Servan. The rest are killed by the Romans.

 

[redsonja]

Well, I'm Silvia, and my partner Sonja applauds this introduction. Wait for what the Roman bastards are going to do, heh heh heh. Be patient and wait for my Machievellian mind to work.

 

[crumera]

Want to read more!!

 

[redsonja]

While you wait here some art. I would like to have a program to create AI without restrictions, but I give up and here is another sample made with conventional programs.

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The skinny young woman remained serene and with a strange dignity, despite what had been done to her. She had been whipped with long whips and beaten. An attitude still certainly admirable, that she would perhaps soon break under the blows of the Roman "scorpion". She hadn't tried it yet, but that would also mean that she would be crucified.

 

[redsonja]

Publio Aurelio Galba
I ordered my legionaries not to do much damage to the captured young warrior. She struggled bravely and defiantly, but at last five men loaded her in chains and brought her before me. He had seen her final struggle from a distance, and had recognized the young woman.
It was Silvia, the daughter of a Dacian chief who was an old ally of Rome. The chief had even been on the verge of being considered a model of coexistence between the two peoples, but all this had come to an end with the tricks of the previous governor whom he replaced, just when the chief in question said that he wanted to be a citizen of the empire. And the negotiations for this were already being processed, when the governor then in charge died during a hunt. Then came Polinus Septimo, much more severe and cruel than the deceased. He just wanted to get rich, and he came accompanied by thousands of new Italian and Roman settlers. And part of these settlers agreed with Polino's methods. He began to commit abuses towards those subjected and other mistreatment. Polino fell in love with the boss's wife, and it didn't take long for a tragedy to take place. At that time he was a general assigned to Illyria, but recently at that time he had been assigned there as a new assignment.
I tried to inform Rome of Polinus's abuses, and the semate and the emperor announced his dismissal after deliberation. In his place I would be the new governor, since they thought that he was qualified for it.
I had fought and forged my military expertise in Dacia, and after the fighting and for a few years they left me stationed there, until I was posted to Illyria. But until then I had married and had a son named Marco. And precisely a part of my son's childhood had even been spent playing with some Dacian children allied with Rome. Among this group was a girl named Yarana, who had adopted the Roman name of Silvia.

Marco and she played together.

My legionaries had captured the rebel, who turned out to be Yarana. And just at that moment the question came to my mind, whether her family had finally been declared citizens of Rome, or if, on the contrary, that had not happened. It was never clear, if the days before the tragedy that ended with Yarana's parents, citizenship had already been processed for that family, but there was only one way to find out, and that was to contact the scribe who handled the affairs of the previous governor, that since he had been assassinated by the rebels, he now worked for a landowner in a village near the Danube far from there.
For this I had sent a swift messenger over the causeways there. And if the scribe could not come in person, that he return another message clarifying the issue that concerned me.

If the girl was considered a Roman citizen, it would be considered, and her life possibly spared, but made a slave forever, but that was if she was lucky on trial, and if not she would be given a quick death, as a lesson. against those who killed Roman legionaries.

On the contrary, if the young Silvia was declared a non-citizen of the empire, then she would be declared a rebel, a traitor, and a murderer, and then the greatest sufferings awaited the young woman. She would be sentenced to death, but they would kill her little by little, and her death would be painful and horrible.

 

[redsonja]

The girl now lay chained inside a cart with a cage. She had considered the prisoner dangerous. And that added to her devilish appeal.
Evidently the soldiers had beaten her a little to lock her up and chain her, but that seems to have done little damage to her beauty.

Silvia had a slim body, but athletic, sinewy, and under her light leather armor one could guess some very exquisite feminine forms. She also had a very beautiful face, accompanied by curly red hair, and some pretty freckles made her even more interesting. And for this reason the men looked at her with desire and lasciviousness, but I, Publius Aurelio Galba, was willing that no one touch the girl until the matter of her citizenship was clarified, but I myself knew that she would be sentenced to death, and if she was lucky enough to be a slave for life, she would not escape torture and humiliation before marking her as a slave. A slave probably with signs of torture on her body, and that nobody wants to have those marks. It is only possible that someone will take pity on her and welcome her as her servant. Masters rarely sleep with branded slaves, or with some mutilation product of torture and excessive abuse.
My son has accompanied me in this campaign against the rebels. He is learning to be a soldier for Rome. He's caught up with me on his horse since the drive he's posted to. And from the look on his face, I think Marco has recognized the young captive, or he is about to. I confirm his suspicions.
My son Marco seems to have fallen in love with young Silvia. He is entranced by her beauty, and he urges me to give her up to him, even before she is handed over to the legionnaires. And if my son has fallen in love as soon as he sees young Silvia, it may also cross his mind to give her poison, or another quick death before being abused and tortured and depriving everyone of the pleasures that that fantastic body of hers houses.
That is why I have agreed to my son's request, but at all times a man of my absolute confidence would be by Marco's side, or close to him to spy on, and avoid "evils" as I have already explained.


SILVIA, YARANA
I have fallen into the hands of the Roman bastards, but I am a Dacian princess. I will try to escape at the slightest opportunity, although now I doubt it very much, with my wrists chained and locked in a cage in a car heading to the capital of the province. I'm not afraid of fate. I am a Dacian warrior, and I intend to prove it to these bastards!

 

[redsonja]

By the way, both my partner Sonja and I really like that action of the torturers, when they squeeze the victim's chin, or force the victim to look at their faces by placing a leather whip under the chin, to force the victim to raise his head and look at the torturer. For us it is something very erotic.
Especially with defiant victims it is more pleasant.
My partner, the Red Sonja avatar, likes to squeeze my chin, and make me look at him by doing the same thing with a riding crop. Normally he has done it before I was whipped by him, and other times when he has tied me up, but without whipping me.

 

[redsonja]

My favorite model for bdsm, or one of my favorites is Ashley Lane. Her body is almost identical to mine. Every time I see a video of him I imagine it's me. My partner who is next to her Sonja says that I have "come" with her many times, but I answer that he is a bit of a liar, actually he would like me to be thinner. We may both cum with skinny videos, although not exaggerated, but it's not for me to be at the gates of the word skinny or phrases like "concave belly". He has where to take me I assure you. I was like that once, when he came from a trip to France. She came very skinny, but that sparked our lust, and we were very active for the next couple of weeks. Anyway, I love it when Ashley Lane gets grounded.

 

[redsonja]

Also Ashley Lane in the first videos is thinner, just like I was when I was a teenager. Then my body gained more kilos. But in high school I was skinny.

 

[redsonja]

In the cage.

 

[redsonja]

I have especially noticed how the one who seems to be the son of the man who has managed to capture me looks at me. I think I recognize it. He is Marco, and therefore I also know who his father is. He used to play with Marco when we were little in a time that will never come back. Unfortunately they are both enemies, and always have been, and I will not make any concessions in honor of that old friendship, although it may be in my best interest to do so, but only to try to escape the Romans.

I know. I will pretend that I accept the propositions that will make me safe, both the father and the son Marco, because from the way they look at me, they will surely want to possess me, perhaps turn me into their private slave, and perhaps at that time the vigilance relaxed somewhat. I will take the opportunity to try to escape, although I fear what will happen if the attempt fails!
As I feared, I have been taken to the home of the new legate or governor, who is now called Publio Aurelio Galba, where he lives with his son. I'm still chained, but now the chains are thinner, they bind my wrists, they shine brighter, and the clothes I wear are a long, flowing tunic tied at the waist with a cord. It's elegant, but clearly I've been groomed for the taking by those two Romans. They have even taken care to bathe me previously for two slaves.

 

[redsonja]

The room where the Roman Publius Aurelio Galba lives is more luxurious than that of an ordinary Roman, that is clear. He speaks to me praising my body and my feminine forms. He knows he's going to take me by force, and he urges me to cooperate, and not make it more difficult, even for myself. I agree to his proposition; Well, I see that in the end he has decided that his son is also present there. I know that the only objective of it is to be abused by Marco, when the father has finished with me. Roman pigs, I ain't no ball!
I see that there are several objects in the room. One of them is a luxurious divan, where they will surely abuse me for a long time, although they will also use two long posts that they have previously installed in the room. Surely I will also be tied between them so that the Romans can enjoy my body. It is almost certainly to sodomize me and other humiliations. It is then, when I realize that they are going to have to remove the chains for a while to tie me between the posts. I'm coming up with a plan.


Publio Aurelio Galba
The dacia whore tried to escape! I can't believe it! She didn't stand a chance, and yet she tried!
I was a fool to allow an armed guard in the room; for she took advantage of the moment when she was freed from her chains, to tie her between the posts, to pounce on the guard in a flash of lightning, strike him in the face with the fine chain, and when he complained of the blow, she seized his little sword, and he faced us, but first he stabbed the guard. Later, and while my son was issuing a warning, she rushed to his side, also seriously wounding him in the stomach.
-Marco, my son! I yelled when my son fell to the ground on his knees clutching his wound. But even that cry of mine was used by the young woman to attack me. She was wildly fast and agile.

I dodged the young woman's attack by her hair; but still I received a scratch on my right arm with the tip of the sword. A minor wound, the kind I was used to receiving in battle. While the girl was already running out of the room. Her objective was to escape, not kill us, but for that she killed or injured when trying. I was amazed at her speed, and that, despite the fact that she had her chains dangling from her left wrist, which she was wearing when she was led to us.
But at my cries of alarm all the legionaries went on alert, and evidently after a while the girl was recaptured.
-Damn the bitch. She had seriously injured my son, my only son, and had surely killed the guard, as they later confirmed to me!
My anger was endless when she was finally brought back to me again grabbed and tied up by six men. She was devastated in vain. Now she showed bumps and bruises, where the soldiers had beaten her to reduce her. Her once luxurious garments now showed tears.
Blind with fury, I hit the young woman furiously in her face. Miraculously, she did not fall to the ground, because the soldiers were holding her. Yes, he would wait for the messenger with the reply confirming whether she was a Roman citizen or not, but it didn't matter much if she was a bit "fucked up" physically.
Brutally I ordered the soldiers to enjoy the girl for a good two hours, but to spoil her too much. So she was led into one of the dungeons, and later I heard that the men had brought a large barrel. In the dungeon there were chains and pulleys. She was abused by a large group of soldiers. She was raped and sodomized in all possible ways, she was also beaten, and humiliated in various ways.
Whether my son died or was saved, I cared little. That bitch was going to pay for them all together. My son was hovering between life and death in the infirmary.
After the hours spent with the legionaries I visited the young woman in her cell. She no longer looked like a warrior, or a haughty princess. She was crying bitterly tied up, with her legs spread almost to the limit. Hard ropes kept them that way with taut ropes on each side of the dungeon. The girl's arms tied together remained stretched above her head, thanks to a pulley. Her entire body was covered in marks of bumps and bruises, and a few scratches as well. She was covered in semen, and the men had also amused themselves by covering her with various excrements and even urine. I pictured the girl tied up like this and visualized her multiple penises pointing at the victim, and urinating at her.

 

[redsonja]

I approached her angrily. I grabbed her chin hard, forcing her to look at me. She looked at me tearfully, but her gaze turned furious and defiant when she saw me. I admired her bravery in spite of what she had already been through.
By all the gods, she was devilishly beautiful! Fortunately men hadn't damaged her face forever. Those blows could be cured!
And then I surprised myself by making the decision for her to recover from those first mistreatments! I still wanted my revenge, but it would be somehow from the beginning. He wanted to see her torn apart little by little from the beginning, and they wouldn't touch her face until almost the end! I swore to the gods!
- My son may die, but you bitch, you're going to pay for it all together. And it's a pity because you are very beautiful and you have a fantastic body! I told the captive.
-Fuck you Roman! she replied. Then she spat in my face.
In response I began to massage her breasts, touch her nipples, and caress her trunk and abdomen. After her I brutally inserted my fingers into hers her sexual organ and waved them inside her. I could feel her resisting at first, but in the end she orgasmed. And with my fingers full of her semen I forced her to open her mouth and I inserted my fingers inside her. Leave them there for a few minutes. When I removed them from the captive's mouth she was oozing out and mixed semen. I laughed at her, but still she looked at me defiantly. I once again admired her determination and her pride, even though she hadn't been able to give in to having her orgasm!
It was truly a shame to have to torture and kill her. She could have been a magnificent slave, although possibly very rebellious and hard to tame.