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I AM SILVIA, THE REBEL

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With a light slap I said goodbye to her. Then I ordered that she be well treated and given nutritious food. And that's how the messenger arrived with the answer: she had never become a Roman citizen.
A devilish smile passed over my face. I was going to have a lot of fun with that girl. The soldiers would do it too.

SILVIA, YARANA
The fucking Romans had done nasty things to me. I was a pretty prisoner in her lascivious hands and she had satisfied her desires in my body. She was crying in that humiliating position in the cell, but my eyes and my tears were also filled with rage and hatred towards those scoundrels, and also towards myself because of the last orgasm I experienced in the hands of that Roman general.
Shortly after the Roman officer left, four guards entered, two young slave girls, and a young Roman in the clothes of a legion recruit. He had possibly been there for a few months.
I noticed how the recruit began to look at me and contemplate my body, while the two slaves washed my body in a wooden container that the four guards had brought.
 
The Roman recruit was the one who treated me for the bumps, bruises, scratches and other effects of the continuous rapes and abuse suffered

.-I don't know why you have rebelled against Rome, it is useless. They are the strongest. You didn't have any chance. You must know that I am from a Dacian mother, but my father was Roman. My mother was a prisoner of the Romans, but my father became infatuated with her, and over time she learned to love him. In the end her love arose and my father freed her from her and made her a freedwoman. That is why in the end it is convenient that you accept being a slave to Rome. You may still have time. Ask for the governor's forgiveness and maybe you can live! -said the boy.

-Then you are nothing more than the fruit of betrayal, boy. Finish what you came to do and get out of here! -I replied
.-I think your name is Silvia, and believe me when I tell you that I deeply regret the treatment they have given you, and you are also very beautiful and I like you. Please, she accepts and begs the governor's forgiveness. It disgusts me to see how they torture anyone, especially someone like you! A year and a half ago they tortured a young slave for stealing. It was horrible. And then they didn't kill her. They let her live with her mutilated body, exiling her to another Roman province. She will surely have died by now. Now you can still decide your destiny until tomorrow, but after tomorrow accept the consequences if you don't!
-I said leave me alone boy. Leave me with my sorrows! -I shouted.
 
-If you want to die, do it quickly; Well, I have the means to make you swallow a poison quickly so that you die without pain. That is preferable to dying slowly tortured like what will happen to you. Please accept the latter!
-I won't do it. I will show what a Dacian warrior is until the end! -I replied.
The boy looked at me with bitterness and even pity for my decision and left when he finished his task.
The Romans feed me more or less well and take care of my beatings for a couple more days. Then, on the third day, the Roman general appears with two strong legionaries naked to the waist with long coiled leather whips. They remove my chains and take me to another room adjacent to my dungeon, where they chain me again by my wrists to chains suspended from a pulley attached to the ceiling. The other end of the chains are wound on a wheel with cranks.
It is obvious what all that is for. They suspend me hanging naked from chains. My feet don't reach the ground. The pain in my wrists is terrible, and to make matters worse they soon prevent my legs from moving. Stretching my body further, they tie chains with two weights made of stones to my heels. They keep stretching my body. The pain is terrible. He moaned in pain and agony, but I tried, despite my brutal situation, not to scream too loud and clear. I am a Dacian warrior and I will prove it.
-Aren't you suffering too much bitch? -says the Roman general- You are not a Roman citizen, therefore you are spoils of war, and therefore you are now a slave. A slave declared in rebellion to Rome, and therefore a certain death sentence awaits you, but first you must be considered a slave, before being put on trial. That's why now you're going to be marked as such, ha, ha, ha.
While he speaks, one of the legionnaires has heated a red iron in a brazier. The iron formed an S at the end, and the letter is red hot. He approaches me with obvious intention. I shake myself as much as I can, but it's useless. Above the right ankle, a little on the inside, press the hot iron. He screamed wildly in pain smelling my own burning flesh. I faint.
 
I wake up when a bucket of water is poured over me. I remain defiant before those scoundrels, who have marked me with a horrible slave mark. Publius Argento Galba looks at me with an evil smile and declares his admiration for my bravery. Then he orders his henchmen to whip me until he says enough; But just at that moment an errand boy arrives saying that his son has woken up being cared for by the Roman doctors. He suspends the whipping for the moment, but in order not to disappoint the executioners, he orders them to have fun with me for a while.

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Those bastards groped and raped me in every possible way, and for this they unchained me in the process.
By the time the Roman general returned I was kneeling on a dirty floor, chained behind my back, covered in cum again, but still defiant.
 

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-My son has saved you from a huge spanking, whore, but you are not completely free! He is alive, and he has asked for some things. They all concern you. Now you must know that he hates you deeply, and now he has declared that you will die, but that your agony will be very slow, slow! He will wait until he recovers almost completely, so that the most severe tortures can be applied to you, and of course to which It will mean your death!

I don't say anything, but the general's words terrify me inside, but I tell myself that I am a warrior worthy of my people. I do not appear to be afraid of his words.

Suddenly, he squeezes my tits, and pinches my nipples. I look at him with hatred. He pinches my nipples again and then twists them, but I handle the pain pretty well. That upsets him, and he slaps me on the right cheek. My gaze remains defiant.

-As I said, rebel whore; You have not escaped a few lashes, but do not fear, at least for now, because you will receive ten lashes with a type of whip that leaves welts and marks on the skin, but does not draw blood, although it does if the victim They beat her for a long time with them. The marks are sharp enough for a while! That serves the idea that my son has conceived.
After telling me this last thing, he fainted due to fever. He loves his plan, but I added elements of my own imagination, ha, ha, ha!

The general grabs me and squeezes my chin hard. I spit in his face. He hits me in the stomach, and then he leaves the dungeon.
 
Publio Galba

My son's plan is clearly focused on humiliating the damn rebellious whore. This also truly begins our revenge against the girl for having tried to kill my son.
She is going to be whipped in those moments with whips that leave lasting marks, but do not draw blood. Marks that are well noticeable on her skin for several weeks.
Then she goes to be auctioned in a pantomime slave sale. Of course I have enough money so that no one can take her. I'll make sure of it. At the end of the auction I will offer a price that no one can pay, but in reality it is about humiliating the girl; Because during the auction she will be subjected to certain harassments with the excuse of increasing her price. And this procedure will be repeated throughout the province, and part of the neighboring ones; Well, there will be a tour of all of them. She is going to be caged almost naked and chained, along with another group to disguise the scare. She will sometimes be seen walking with her wrists chained behind a horse. Maybe we'll put little bells on her nipples.
 

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I am ERIN the elf girl warrior, I have an army of over 10.000 warrior's...there is always room for one more. DEATH TO THE ROMAN'S.!
 
Everything happened as we had planned. The boy who was taking care of the prisoner whore accompanied us. She was suspended from a chained pulley. She was whipped as I ordered. Ten blows with straps that leave welts, but do not produce bleeding wounds. She was later taken to the slave auction in our city. An auction pantomime was performed with the prisoner. From about 500 setercios to the 20,000 that I had in my bag, and that evidently no one would pay for it in that city, or in any other in the province; Well, no one was going to pay that much for it. Nobody in the province had that much money.
We organized the auction game so that every time the girl was groped on her tits, pussy, and butt, people asked for a higher price for her. She however insulted the public with words in her barbaric language, and she had a defiant attitude. And that strangely raised the price of young Silvia.
 

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SILVIA, YARANA
The following weeks were a hell of humiliation, humiliation, and so on for me.Caged and chained along with other girls, I was auctioned in all the cities in the Dacia province that we stopped at. The other girls were sold little by little, but Publio Galba always bought me in a pantomime auction. In reality it was about humiliating me, vexing me, raping me.....
Offering a starting price, they always showed me exposed half-naked with a ragged tunic, fully extended between two posts. Then the auctioneer cut my tunic until I was completely naked, so the price for me went up. So, the auctioneer had several options, so that the price would rise little by little; from pinching my nipples, touching my sexual organs with a stick, with my fingers, shaking my breasts, ringing my nipples and clotyris...

Also before tying me up exposed, they used to turn my back to the public to show the welts from my ten spankings before the match. Normally a damaged slave devalued the price, but that was with those who had permanent damage, but in my case it was not like that, but the welts made my appearance more erotic. The men became more excited when they saw the welts and bruises, but there were also some women among those bidding, since sometimes the sexual orientations of the Roman scoundrels mattered little.
My attitude, however, during those days was always defiant. He insulted and blasphemed against those scoundrels. And also in almost all the auctions, to further increase the price, many asked what it would be like to make love to me, and the auctioneer and Publio Galba allowed some clients to defile me, rape me through all the orifices of my body, and even subject me to other humiliations, such as throwing mud or dirt on me, and then enjoying wetting my body with several buckets of water. On two or three occasions they chained me to a column, they dirty me, they wet me, they erotically cleaned me, but not before sodomizing and raping me.
In addition, the guard in charge of escorting me during the tour also enjoyed my body at the end of each day. And since my attitude remained unchanged, there was not a day that I received punches and blows from those heartless people. And the signs and blows sometimes made my body more erotic in a new auction and did not cure them, although they did so for a large part of the tour.
The young recruit was the only Roman who showed pity for what they did to me. His gaze was almost pleading, as if warning me that there was still time to choose a quick poison, to avoid more humiliation and torture, but I would not give up easily. She was a warrior.
 
I, Silvia, challenge you all to make a short story in which I am a heroine who is tortured by the Romans, or you can set it in the Middle Ages, but not outside of those two eras. My partner Red Sonja has made several, and now I'm making mine. As you are proving, I am a force to be reckoned with. In real life I'm like that. By the way, now I can tell you that my partner Red Sonja, my cousin Amanda and her circle subjected me to crucifixion last Sunday in a very remote place, with humiliation and flogging included. We had to travel many kilometers, but despite the threat of rain everything turned out well. I have fulfilled a bdsm dream. Well, as I said, I challenge you to a story where I am tortured. I hope it runs well ha, ha, ha.
 
I'm Silvia again. I have to tell you that I came quite a few times when my partner, Amanda and friends crucified me. As a precondition I lost almost ten kilos. It still cannot be considered that I am skinny, although with five less obviously yes, but my partner says that I have already fulfilled the dream, and that I have recovered what I lost, but deep down I know that he likes me more this way, at least when I am subjected to bdsm. His possessions of my body are more ardent and frequent when I am thinner. The other members of the group did not possess me. My partner doesn't like it. We took a couple of photos, but it will be just for the two of us to enjoy. I continue to pose the challenge to the forum to make a story with my name, where I, a warrior, am tortured to death. Remember that there is only the condition that they do not break me until very late, and that I have to be crucified. Well, now I'll let you know that Red Sonja is waiting for me to receive a little spanking from me, ha, ha, ha.
 
Silvia's story continues...
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One day I rebelled in front of everyone present; I managed to sneak past the guards, who had removed my chains, and then trapped me again between the two posts. I don't know how I was able to hit one of the guards with the chain that still surrounded my left wrist. He writhed in pain, and was already putting the chain around the slaver's neck, threatening to break it if they didn't let me get out of there, when I received a strong blow to the head.
They kicked my unconscious body. Then I found myself chained again, exposed between the two posts. I was brutally punished for the escape attempt.
Almost all the male Romans, (and some women too) of that city populated almost mostly by Roman settlers, laid their hands on me and abused me. I didn't count the times they raped me, sodomized me, groped me... throughout that day, and part of the next. Then they untied me, and with beatings they forced me to suck the penises of all the expedition's guards. When they finally left me alone, all defiled, violated, abused, filled with male semen, the recruit who took care of me repeated again that he could still remedy that with poison. I refused again.
But I remained brave and defiant.
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-Roman bastards!
-Are you still proud Dacian whore after sucking eleven penises and after being fucked? Give her another round of welded penises, and if you feel more inclined to continue fucking her and sodomize her you can continue doing it, ha, ha, ha!
 

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It must be horrible to go through humiliation, humiliation, and rape every day in all the cities where young Silvia is auctioned off just for fun!
 

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In all these cities, the majority of the population were Roman colonists who arrived after the Roman conquest, since the majority of my people, the Dacians, had been captured, turned into slaves or killed by the Romans, and only a few had agreed to submit to the Romans. Romans. Others had fled outside the Roman limits, and from there they continued to harass his troops from time to time along with other allied towns.

Very few people in my town saw me being reduced to slavery, defiled, and mistreated, but those who did could not do anything for me, much less attempt a rescue. They just felt sorry, cried, and felt sorry for a brave girl who was treated that way.
And finally the day came when we returned to the city, and to the Roman fortress from where we had started. I was brought to the presence of Publius Galba chained and naked. He told me that he had interceded with his own son, asking that I be given to him as a slave for life for his personal enjoyment, and that I was too beautiful to die tortured, and that at least I deserved an exemplary punishment for trying to kill to his son, but not death.
Publio Galba confessed to me that he had really enjoyed seeing my auctions and humiliations from the tour of all those cities. And every time he looked at me he told himself that it was a waste of time to kill me, even though I had tried to kill his son, and after all he hadn't died.

Marco had only accepted that he would think about it, but in the meantime he had ordered that I be put in a place called "the hole." It was a very narrow cell, which served as a latrine deposit for the palace, and as barracks for the city's legionaries. A place where there was barely any light; only the one that leaked through the hole in the ceiling where they threw garbage and filth. And that they would also feed me there. But obviously I already imagined the kind of food they would throw at me while I was there. And finally, Publius Galba gave me the opportunity, even so, to avoid that, if I kneeled before him. I refused and spat in his face.
And so it was that without any consideration or mercy, I was thrown like a bundle to the bottom of a dark, miserable cell, narrow and full of shit and filth of all kinds.

There I totally lost track of time. She was fed filthy porridge. The soldiers laughed at my appearance when they threw that food at me through the hole.
Now skinny, malnourished, dirty, full of shit and filth, they insulted me by calling me "queen of the sewers, queen of the rats", and other things like that.
 

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