I AM SILVIA, THE REBEL

[redsonja]

I remained in that filthy prison for two weeks, and finally they took me out of there. They took me to the parade ground, they made fun of my dirty and pitiful appearance, my thinness, my small breasts, they hit me several times, and finally they repeatedly threw buckets of water at me to wash me. The young legionnaire who was in charge of caring for me was one of the few who was serious, and even seemed sad at the sight of my now emaciated and abused body.

Then, chained again, I was taken again to the Roman general and governor, who this time was with his son in his chambers. The general was a little surprised to see me so extremely skinny again, and he also surprised me no less, because my look was still furious and defiant. However, his son was only irritated by my defiance, and she didn't care about my appearance. The one called Marco swore to me that he would break me before I was executed. He wanted to see me begging her before I was led to my death. I swore to myself to hold on as long as possible, although I was terrified of what those scoundrels could do to me.

 

[redsonja]

Even though I was washed and more or less tidy, the signs of my hardships were still visible.

Marco, fed up with my challenge, said that he wanted to see me already chained to the whipping post, but that that wouldn't be enough for me. Two horizontal posts with a transversal one joining them above, and with shackles hanging would be the most appropriate for me. Marco wanted my body to suffer the attacks of the scourge in one go, both from the front and from the back. But first, according to Marco, he wanted above all for him to succumb under torture, and also for him to suffer orgasms. And then his father Galba made him notice that if the erotic pleasure of seeing a pretty girl tortured was also sought, if the victim resisted more with her resistance, the pleasure was much greater erotically speaking.
Marco then thought better of it, and in the end commented that it would be better to satisfy his sadistic appetites better, if I was better prepared to face my torments. So he agreed with his father.They now took me back to my cell, but now they improved my conditions a little.
I was taken back, they attended to my blows and signs of abuse, and they even gave me a worn but acceptable tunic, and they also improved the quality of my meals. But I knew that they were trying to feed me well to better resist the horrible torments that awaited me.
I was taken back, they attended to my blows and signs of abuse, and they even gave me a worn but acceptable tunic, and they also improved the quality of my meals. But I knew that they were trying to feed me well to better resist the horrible torments that awaited me. But evidently my old body, which although thin, with a flat stomach, had estimable muscles cared for and maintained for years, would no longer return. Since she was captured I had lost fiber and body fat, and I knew that I would not be able to get it back. But thanks to good nutrition I regained weight and even some volume, but nothing out of this world.
And in the first two days, I ate little, except the minimum to stay alive. I thought perhaps that it was better that even if I was tortured, my body wouldn't last as long, and the satisfaction of "coming" from those scoundrels would be much worse. Then I decided to eat more before a light breeze of hope of a possible rescue attempt by my fellow Dacians.
The recruit who sympathized with me informed me of the rumor that rebellious Dacian groups, together with Geta tribes outside of Dacia, were preparing to battle the Romans together.
Much later the Roman scoundrels let me know that everything was fake like sand constructions. Galba and Marco had precisely foreseen my attitude of eating very little, from the words I had heard in the room, and had devised that lie and trick so that I could regain strength in my abused body.
I was presented again in the chambers of Publius Galba and his son. Marco was angry with the tunic she was wearing, saying that perhaps it was a little too expensive for a rebellious slave condemned to death, but Galba said that this way the pleasure of undressing her would be greater, and Marco agreed, and also the next day they were going to receive the visit of a general of higher rank than Galba to the province, and it may be that the visitor asked for a slave. It was Tullius Aetius, a general and person very close to the emperor's circle.

 

[redsonja]

This fragment is not part of the story, but it may well be. You can put it in the middle of the walk they give poor Silvia throughout Dacia, or when they return from it.:

-Damn you, you rebellious whore! I'd rather have you as a slave than watch you get killed! Agree to submit to me. Surrender your pride! How many times will they have to rape you, beat you and mistreat you, for you to submit to Rome?

 

[redsonja]

I'm Silvia, and I hope you are liking the story. I, a Dacian heroine in the hands of the Romans. The Romans have already thrown things at me, but they haven't moved on to the main courses yet. Patience my friends. I can suggest as a game that you tell me what torture the Romans can apply to me, apart from the most obvious of the Romans, of course.

 

[redsonja]

Marco also commented that if they had put me in the punishment cell, and hidden it from Tulio's eyes, they also considered that possibility, but Galba contradicted him; Well, since I had been paraded around the Dacia province and attracted attention for the humiliations and humiliations of a slave to which I had been subjected, surely by that time Tullius would have already heard something about the rebellious captive, and also would have heard about me. beauty. Therefore it was almost certain that Tulio would want to see me.

 

[redsonja]

In fact, two days later I was presented before Tullius Aetius, dressed in a somewhat expensive tunic, chained, but in such a way that my breasts stood out above all. The garment did not cover my long, thin arms, nor did it cover part of my thin, but now more fibrous, legs. My look was one of challenge and hatred.

-Hmm...! So this is the Dacian girl with the rebellious look and defiance? There is no doubt that she has not had a good time since she was captured. A little too thin for my taste, but this girl is certainly very beautiful. I would like to buy her for myself, but you have said that she has committed very serious crimes such as rebellion, murder, and attempted murder on the person of Marco. However, I don't want to deprive myself of the pleasure of owning it myself. Bring her tonight to the guest quarters where I am staying.

-Dirty, disgusting Roman. You're like all your people! -I answered
-There is no doubt that you are brave and proud, and I enjoy taking on women who argue with me or contradict me, and I will also enjoy seeing how that pride and determination fade. We have methods to make you beg and crawl like a worm. And rest assured that you will end up doing it; Well, you will not be executed until you have achieved it, ha, ha, ha, ha!

 

[redsonja]

Tulio looked at me for a few moments. He circled around me twice. And he finally stood before my face.

-It will be a shame to destroy someone as beautiful as you, but you are a rebel and a murderer. However, I will order that your pretty face not be damaged when they torture you, heh heh heh, and you can still die quickly if you beg for mercy from now on, at least once!
-I will not beg Roman pig! -I replied.

Tulio then ordered a guard to bring something from the punishment cells. It was a scourge with five tails, all of them armed with pieces of bone, iron and other pointed and sharp objects

.-This is the fucking Roman scorpion, and as you can see, if they whip you with this, they will destroy that wonderful body of yours forever. Tell me if you still don't want to beg. It's an opportunity I give you for a quick death without suffering!

Saying this, Tulio raised my chin somewhat roughly, supporting the handle of the flagellum; Well, I had lowered my head.

 

[redsonja]

¡HAPPY NEW YEAR!

 

[dithig13]

-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"!

Very tasty ribs. The whip would cause a lot of pain across those.

 

[redsonja]

.Damn you all Roman dogs, Someday my people will be free again. Your empire is not eternal! The descendants of my people will see your fall! -I replied.

-So that means that you are very far from begging, whore! You have no idea what the Roman "scorpion" is, bitch! It's going to be a shame to destroy that fantastic body of yours, although I like women with a little more meat on the bones. Let's see what you can endure, thin in your brave attitude! -answered the Roman.

After looking at me for another few moments, Tulio ordered me to take off my clothes. Knowing that I had no chance of resisting, I obeyed and got naked before him.
He raped me in every way possible. I endured it as best I could. Afterwards he ordered me to be washed and cleaned again, and they dressed me in the tunic, with which I presented myself to Tulio's chambers. Then they returned me to my cell and chained me until the next day, when my true private ordeal would begin. And everything I had experienced until now had been child's play, compared to what awaited me.

 

[redsonja]

The next day the guards took me to a cell with several wooden contraptions, possibly devised by the evil minds of the Roman executioners. I knew I was going to try some. I shuddered, but I did not cower before those scoundrels.

I noticed that there were more soldiers in the cell, and they told me that they were the soldiers from General Tulio's escort who also wanted to "enjoy" me. They pounced on me.

They brutally tore off my dirty tunic, tearing it into pieces

.-You were right, friends, the girl is all temptation, lust and pleasure, even though she is somewhat skinny, but she cannot ask for more after she has already spent some time in your hands. We also want to fill her with our semen. We can't wait to fuck her, ha ha ha!

I stirred furiously upon hearing such rude and savage comments, while she received several kicks to force me to kneel on the ground. Most of the soldiers, already naked, were already showing their erect penises. Two of them also started groping my breasts

.-The rebel whore is perhaps too thin, but she still has the appetizing tits she had when she was captured, although I have been told that the little whore has regained weight lately; Well, she had to be prepared for what we are going to do to her, ha, ha, ha!

-Don't mistreat his face! I want it intact for now! -Yelled Tulio who was present.
While they forced me to suck cocks, and at the same time they sodomized me from behind.

Marco and his father also joined the party. And so I was groped, humiliated, desecrated through all the orifices of my thin body. And finally, exhausted, filled with white semen all over my body, they left me lying on the dungeon floor.

Poor Silvia. And I can't do anything to help her.

 

[redsonja]

Then, the bastards picked me up from the ground. They checked my status. Although she was exhausted, they gave their approval. Then they took me to a pulley with chains quite far apart from each other. They chained my ankles, and then pulled the chains. My legs and body became tense. They lifted me off the ground by hand. I noticed the tension in my limbs as I felt the upward pulls. In the end I was face down, with my hair and the tips of my fingers not touching the ground. In addition, my legs suffered even more pulling to the sides, having them separated.
-We want to hear you beg as soon as possible, whore! Marco said
."Your pretty pussy is very wet, ha, ha, ha, it's still hot from our members, and now we're going to make it even hotter, ha, ha, ha!" said one of the executioners.
-Time for the birch girl, ha ha ha! -said Tulio.
-Wait, I still have to ask the girl a question before continuing! - shouted Publius Galba.
Publio lowered his head to mine and asked me:-We haven't done anything too harmful to you yet. You are too beautiful to waste and destroy your beauty. You still have time to die quickly and go to meet your gods without further setbacks with your body almost intact. Beg for mercy and we'll end this quickly. It's up to you now. I wait your answer!
This time my response took a little longer to arrive. They had already done a lot to me, even though there were hardly any traces of major bleeding wounds on my body, just scratches here and there, and I really understood that they had not yet really seriously tortured me. Then I saw three men brandishing some birch branches that they waved in the air. They were going to hit me with them. But despite this I replied:

-Go to Roman hell. I won't do what you say!

 

[redsonja]

-What a stubborn bitch you are. You have wanted it. Begin soldiers!
Then one of the soldiers with a birch rod slammed it hard into my sexual organ. The blow was savage, brutal. I couldn't suppress a scream.

-¡Aaaaaaaaiiggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Almost immediately I received another brutal blow in the same place.

-¡Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeehhhhhhhhhhh!

The pain was horrible. My crotch was burning. It was as if an arrow had been stuck in such a delicate place. The next blows hit my hips and breasts. And I screamed and screamed between my eyes tearing with pain. He made tremendous efforts not to beg them to stop the torture, but after twenty blows, the torture stopped.

I had received two more blows from the birch tree between my legs, but in the end I had not begged as they wanted. Publius Galba was admired by my bravery, but he said they would break me sooner or later.

 

[kendelo]

-What a stubborn bitch you are. You have wanted it. Begin soldiers!
Then one of the soldiers with a birch rod slammed it hard into my sexual organ. The blow was savage, brutal. I couldn't suppress a scream.

-¡Aaaaaaaaiiggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Almost immediately I received another brutal blow in the same place.

-¡Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeehhhhhhhhhhh!

The pain was horrible. My crotch was burning. It was as if an arrow had been stuck in such a delicate place. The next blows hit my hips and breasts. And I screamed and screamed between my eyes tearing with pain. He made tremendous efforts not to beg them to stop the torture, but after twenty blows, the torture stopped.

I had received two more blows from the birch tree between my legs, but in the end I had not begged as they wanted. Publius Galba was admired by my bravery, but he said they would break me sooner or later.

Sonja had watched all the others being broken...her breaking has begun. She will now pay for her bravery and spirit.

 

[redsonja]

After that. They released me, and chained me again. This time, my arms were raised above my head, my body fully stretched with my arms in the air. I also see that chains with rocks at the end are tied to my ankles. They lift my body until the rocks no longer touch the ground.
My body suffers the torment of the weight of the rocks, and the stretching of the pulley chains. I complain and moan, but I don't plead with those scoundrels. Among the excruciating pain I can see the Roman recruit who heals my wounds. The young man has tears in his eyes. His look is like a reproach that says: "I warned you."
-Barbarian whore. I swear you will beg. This torture is still too little for you, I see. Maybe you have to add some protrusion. Give her ten lashes with the long hippopotamus leather whip, but don't whip her too hard. Enough to make bleeding cuts. The Roman "scorpion" has to enjoy her body! -Marco says.
A guard pulls out a long leather whip from the wall, where there are several whips of different types. Give two preliminary blows on the ground. Then he throws him on my back and front. Two blows damage each of my tits. I receive five hits from the front, and five from the back. I notice the bloody threads emerging from the cuts. The pain was great along with that produced by my stretched body, but although the suffering is greater, I do not give in to these bastards. I scream with each lash, and in three lashes, I can bear the screams, although with difficulty. Publio Galba is amazed at my resistance.
-Damn your image, whore! You're going to beg. I swear to you, because my name is Marco! No one rejects my love, and no one tries to kill me. And even less a barbarian like you! -Marco exclaims.
At the same time he says this, Marco puts his filthy fingers in my sex, and shakes it. And with his other hand he massages my right tit where there is a bloody line from a whiplash.
In the end I can't help it. It is something that in that situation I cannot control. I try to control my desires, and at first my body refuses that pleasure, but I feel like I'm giving in little by little. Finally I give in to the ecstasy that my body demands. My brain loses control, and my body goes out of control. I just came from pleasure. Marcus and the rest of the Romans laugh.
-I think I know how to make her beg, Marco! -says Tulio.- -An artifact that an artisan blacksmith in Rome made for me. It is to punish the most disobedient slaves. And I've had some, he he he he!
-Let's see it then! -Marco exclaims.Tulio sends a guard to his guest chambers to bring him in.

While Publio orders my body to be tortured by pricking me with needles at a shallow depth.
In moments my naked, thin body has dozens of small bleeding wounds, but that doesn't last long, because the guard returns soon.
I find out what it is about. It's really diabolical.
A leather lining with sharp little spikes facing out. The lining inside has nothing, as it is used to surround a male penis with it.Marco doesn't waste time. He asks to be the first. The leather spiked outwards envelops his penis. I'm going to be penetrated with that. Now his gaze turns to terror.
Suddenly I feel that the brutal guards spread my legs wide open, tightening the chains with which they bind me so that I cannot close them.
The brutal fucking occurs. I scream like a woman. I have never screamed so much.
-Ahhhhhhhhhhh!¡Uuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh.Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeehhhhhhhh!
I notice how horribly, instantly my blood surges up, splashing the floor. My sexual organ is terribly damaged. Bleeds profusely. I lose consciousness and fall unconscious.

When I wake up Tulio is prepared for the same procedure. But this time, the moment the tip of that terrible member makes contact with my sex, I collapse.
-I can not anymore.-I beg you... please... no... more. No more!

 

[redsonja]

Everyone laughs at the demonstration that I have finally begged.
They have broken me.
But despite this, with tears of pain and suffering, I unleash new insults and insults on them.
Marco walks up next to me. He massages my tits.-The redhead whore has nice tits. They're not big, but you can't say they're small either, although I like them a little bigger, ha, ha, ha!
Running a finger over one of the wounds caused by the long whip, Marco licked the blood that flowed from it.
-But for me it's not enough. I want to see more blood on these breasts. Executioner prepares a pair of needles!

One of the executioners approaches me with two long iron needles. He knew what they were going to use them for.
I couldn't avoid that new torture. She was chained, naked, totally defenseless, she was at the mercy of those scoundrels.
With astonishing brutality, for a convalescent man, Marco stuck a needle into each of my breasts, piercing them from side to side. I screamed so much until I passed out again. This time it was harder for them to revive me. I was horrified to see the blood falling from the wounds on my tits pierced by the needles. But it wasn't just that pain; Well, the needles had also been heated red, so the wounds, despite bleeding, had also been brutally cauterized. I also smelled my own burning flesh at the point where the needles entered and exited. It was horrible.

 

[redsonja]

Hello. I'm Silvia. I hope you like how the Romans are torturing me. I'm sick just thinking and visualizing these things.

 

[Danillegs]

Hello. I'm Silvia. I hope you like how the Romans are torturing me. I'm sick just thinking and visualizing these things.

Yes, I like It.

 

[redsonja]

They brutally took out the needles. It was horrible. I fainted again. They revived me again with a disgusting liquid, which they forced me to drink.
After the needles, the scoundrels pulled my body up even higher, and closed my legs by tying my legs together. Then they tied two heavy stones to my ankles. The weight of the stones downwards, and the pulley pulling upwards, made that torment a true torture. The bastards lowered and raised my thin body whenever they wanted.
When they got tired of that torture, they removed the stones from my ankles, but they opened my legs again, and tied my tense ankles again. Then they brought a thick rope with some pieces of bone and small pieces of sharp ceramic between the strands of it. They passed the rope under my legs, very close to my already damaged and bleeding organ. When it made contact with my crotch, the scoundrel bastards stretched and tightened the rope.
Again my organ was damaged. I scream wildly, and lose consciousness. The blood in my pussy increases a little more. But they're not done with me. Then they rub a disgusting smelling liquid between my legs. According to them it is for wounds. The scoundrels wait for me to come to my senses before applying it to me. Then I see that they are preparing some tongs to torture my breasts, but at that moment, Publius orders the executioners to stop.
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I don't know what happens to me, when she lets out that last wild scream at the torture between her legs. I see her tears, her anguish, her suffering. I drink from it, but for some reason something has broken inside me. He ordered the torment of the girl to stop when she woke up from her last ordeal. Marco claims to continue the rest of the day, but even though just thinking about that body being tortured made me want to cum more times, as had happened previously, for some inexplicable reason, I didn't allow it. Tulio had also left the room during the girl's fainting, and therefore now the highest-ranking officer there was me.

 

[redsonja]

I called the recruit tending to his wounds. The poor guy pretends that he is indifferent to the girl, but I have noticed how he looks at her. Furthermore, he hasn't been in the dungeon much of the time when she has been thoroughly tortured. The fool has fallen in love with her. Sure. We'll have to watch him in case he does something stupid.
Besides, I myself seem to have taken pity on her. Possibly it's love, pity, or something else. I don't know how to explain it, but I decide for the moment that the torture will stop for today.
I take a look at the girl's body hanging naked from the chains, bleeding from the cuts from the dozen lashes, the blows, and above all from the brutal wounds to her sex. The recruit will take care of them well. I see her breasts with burns and traces of blood from the stuck needles. At that moment I make a decision.
The girl has already begged. She is broken. For me, the objective of torturing her more than the execution itself no longer has a reason. But my son Marco and many others are going to continue torturing her tomorrow, or later. But that's not going to happen. I speak to the governor to convince him of the same. In the end he agrees to it, although I notice that he is upset for agreeing to my request.
So, I put my plan into practice, two hours after dark.
I gather the six men with the most absolute confidence that I have in them, and they in me. The recruit is also convinced to accompany me. Then, after conveniently bribing and talking to the guard at that time, we took the girl out of the dungeon. She is lying on the dungeon floor. The recruit has attended to her. A dirty robe covers her aching body. I am amazed that even though she is mistreated, dirty, battered, humiliated, she seems beautiful to me.