I AM SILVIA, THE REBEL

[redsonja]

I'm going to order her to stand up, but she still has the strength for challenges. She makes a tremendous effort, and gets up on her own. The recruit looks at her carefully. She looks like she's about to cry. He realizes how mistreated she is. Her dirty, torn tunic does not completely cover the traces of her torture.
The trusted men chain her for the journey. While her recruit whispers a few words of her approaching her. I barely hear them, but I distinguish them when reading her lips
.-I warned you. You could have avoided these sufferings, but you didn't listen to me!

The girl's response was to look away.
Then I ordered the trusted men to surround her, take her out of the dungeons without too much noise. Outside the city gates, a cart with two parts of a cross was waiting. The driver had also been previously paid, as had all the guards we passed.

My son Marco, his friends, and the rest of the soldiers didn't have to know anything.
At a safe distance from the city, we also placed the girl sitting in the back of the car.
Finally, when the city had already disappeared into the horizon, and we had reached a moor with some trees that hinted at the beginning of the forests, I ordered the small procession to stop.

I approached the girl when the soldiers took her out of the car. I held his chin tightly. She made to spit at me, but it seemed like she didn't have much saliva left. I admired her bravery again despite what she had done to her. Now she was going to suffer much more. And lastly she would be crucified.

-I have decided to apply the sentence to the rebels, you barbarian whore. The general and normal sentence. If I had left you in prison, my son and others would have tortured you day after day, until in the end they would have led you to the same end, but I don't know what would be left of you, and of your body!
-I would have liked to see you naked tied to the whipping post in the city square, but I don't know what made me do it now, and without an audience. Perhaps thank the young recruit who cured you, or perhaps that you are quite beautiful. Soldiers, prepare her for the flogging!

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The hateful Roman guards pounced on me like birds of prey. They tore my ragged tunic, leaving me naked again. They laughed at my now thin, tortured and emaciated body. Then they removed the chains from his ankles and wrists. They tied my wrists again with a rope that they tied to the strong branch of a dry tree in that moor.
By pulling the rope they suspended my person hanging with my arms raised. Hanging from the branch. My feet didn't touch the ground.

 

[redsonja]

One of the guards immediately wielded the fearsome Roman scorpion. This one had five tails made up of pieces of iron and bones. They were going to flog me with it. She was terrified, but even though she was all abused, beaten, humiliated, raped... I swore to resist as much as possible.
But first, this Publius ordered the recruit to give me some kind of concoction to drink. I don't know why I didn't resist. And they previously made sure that the boy didn't get the ingredients wrong.
Possibly they thought the recruit could give me some quick poison.-You have behaved well, recruit

. I did not expect less from you. Maybe you were thinking of poisoning the girl, so that she would die quickly. We would have killed you on the spot afterwards! -said Publius.
Publius ordered my flagellation to begin.
The first blow ran down my spine. It was frightening.
I have never experienced so much pain, not even when they whipped me with the other whips and pierced my tits with the needles.
I barely endure the first two blows, and on the third a moan comes out of my mouth. But the fourth was too much for me.
-¡Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeggggghhhhhhh!
-¡Flasshh!
-¡Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeggghhhhhhh!
My screams echoed throughout that place. Blood surged from my wounds on my back. My hips were soon damaged.

 

[Danillegs]

One of the guards immediately wielded the fearsome Roman scorpion. This one had five tails made up of pieces of iron and bones. They were going to flog me with it.

Poor woman. Soft skin against hard metal. Maybe this whip tears away even the flesh from your beautiful body.

 

[redsonja]

The young recruit had placed himself in front of me, and when the whipping had begun, I saw him tremble and cry with each blow he received. Then, when the whipping continued he moved to the side. Seeing my butchered back, all covered in blood, with small pieces of skin and flesh detached on the ground at my feet, the recruit began to cry bitterly.
I screamed and screamed with all my might. That was inhuman. A second whipper added to the barbarism. He felt my flesh torn, my skin torn, my harmonious body destroyed forever.
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I was amazed at first that the girl withstood at least the first two blows. Most of the men screamed at the first blow. And a girl couldn't have endured five or six blows without fainting, but that girl had surpassed ten so far. I admired even more the warrior spirit that she carried within her. But she had been condemned, and she must die.
Suddenly, driven perhaps by an unparalleled frenzy, one of the guards who were whipping her, stood in front of her, and gave her several lashes on both breasts and one on her left hip, but he could not do it anymore; Well at that moment she screamed:

-Stop, idiot. I told her not to flog him in front of her. You will shorten her agony on her cross. You will learn to obey!
Taking out my sword I opened the stomach of that disobedient. It would take her a while to die in horrible torment.
I saw the girl, who with those blows was already managing herself between semi-consciousness.
I approached her, raised her head, and incredibly saw a certain challenge in her lost gaze.

 

[redsonja]

I hope you are enjoying what the Romans are doing to me. I, Silvia, have already been broken by torture, and the scourges will destroy the little determination I have left.

 

[lesya_470]

I hope you are enjoying what the Romans are doing to me. I, Silvia, have already been broken by torture, and the scourges will destroy the little determination I have left.

I hope you still have the strength and determination to carry your cross.

 

[redsonja]

I love the scene in the movie LORD OF THE BEASTS, when Mark Singer discovers the whip marks on Tanya Roberts' back. My partner Sonja and I get pleasure from thinking about her tied to a pole, or hanging naked from it being spanked. What a pity that in the novel, as I seem to have been able to find out, such a scene does not appear.

 

[redsonja]

-Damn you whore; Well, you brought this on yourself. I recognize and admire your bravery. You could have been my best slave, and the slaves of the rich people in Rome may even become freedmen one day, but you must pay for your rebellion and your crimes. Continue soldiers! -I said to the girl.
The girl received three more brutal lashes. Her screams were too. And the fourth, an executioner pointed it in such a way that one or more tails of the scourge would damage the rear sex of the young woman. This time her scream was so subhuman that perhaps it could be heard in the distant city.
She uttered some words in a whisper before fainting.
-Mercy, please, mercy...mercy.
After taking another hit, something snapped in the young Roman recruit

.-Nooooo, stop spanking her you bastards. Free her. I've suffered enough. I will kill you all! -and saying this he brandished a sword, which no one knew where it came from.
The young man managed to seriously injure one of the executioner guards, before the other guards, and myself, reacted in surprise. The idiot of the recruit had truly become infatuated with young Silvia. I asked myself the reasons for that love destined to be very fleeting and destined to fail.

-Soldiers, don't kill the boy! -I ordered when I saw that the guards had subdued the recruit and were preparing to kill him.
-Handcuff him well and wait to lift the whore's cross. Then our young lover will be crucified next to his love, ha, ha, ha! -I ordered.
Then I ordered to stop the beating of the young woman, after another lash. She was already passed out, and she couldn't take the risk of her dying.

I ordered to prepare her for crucifixion, but first she would be abused by everyone present for the last time. This is what happened, after being resuscitated.
The girl was no longer the brave warrior from the beginning, when she was captured. She was now only flesh tortured, humiliated, raped, devastated in tears of pain.

 

[redsonja]

The sight of the girl's appearance turned me on even more. I noticed how my penis was swelling. Brutally excited, I couldn't help but slap her twice, shake her tits, and finally insert my fingers into her pussy, and then into her mouth.
She only said when she finished the whole operation:

-Roman dog!

I gave her a slap that made her fall to the ground. I admired the young woman a little more. She was horribly battered, defeated, broken, she had already asked for mercy, but yet she still had some pride left in her.
I quickly ordered the crucifixion to begin now. His wrists and feet were nailed at the same time. His screams were heartbreaking. She evidently fainted at the end of the process, but she was awakened again, when the soldiers began to lift the cross, with it nailed to it. Again her screams tore the night sky.
Finally the legionnaires finished placing the cross nailed to the ground, to the earth. She had screamed, and she had fainted again.

 

[redsonja]

The girl was screaming, crying, making very erotic movements trying to breathe on a cross. The dance had begun.
I considered whether they could put the cornu on him now, but I let an hourglass hour pass before I ordered the cornu to be put on him. She continued crying, screaming from time to time, trying to breathe air in rhythmic movements.

 

[redsonja]

-Damn girl. I had to kill you in the end. Now you are no longer fit for a slave. A girl with a broken and tortured body is worthless. And the fact is that I liked you since I saw you! -I said to the girl in her torment.
I was suddenly surprised how she glared at me, and her body shook. And even in her pain she replied to me:
-Roman pig. Go to hell!
-Wow girl, you still have some courage left. For this you deserve my admiration. And that is why I will ask a chronicler to tell your story. About how you opposed Rome, your bravery, and finally how we captured you, your tortures and how you ended up crucified!
This time she did not reply. I watched the rise and fall of her tortured breasts in the efforts she made to breathe.
I looked at her abused pussy. I wondered how many rapes he had suffered since his capture. Maybe two hundred. And now the time had come to put the "cornu" on it. I waited for the hourglass to finish its scheduled time. Then I ordered the terrible instrument to be placed on him.

 

[ciccio02]

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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]

After that his high-pitched cries became even more accentuated, but they would not last. I watched as the young woman's blood dripped from her organ penetrated by the brutal device. This was increasingly stained with blood as the young woman's body rose and fell in her efforts to breathe.
There would come a time when fatigue would take over her, her limbs would no longer respond to her, and she would become increasingly impaled on the "cornu." When that happened, death would be at hand.
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By all the gods. I can't believe what's happening to me. I'm going to die without remission. I see how the Roman scoundrels crucify the recruit who fell in love with me. I should have listened to him. Letting him kill me quickly. Now I regret it!

The boy is very young. It won't last long, but they hope it will last long enough for him to watch me die. One of the legionaries approaches Publius. I manage to hear something of what they say. The legionnaire is going to give me a few lashes on the front of my body so that the recruit can see it.

 

[redsonja]

I hope you are liking the story. I'm going little by little, because I don't have much time to write, but the end is near. Patience! I'm running just imagining myself suffering on the cross, and having suffered all those tortures!

 

[redsonja]

-Five lashes will be enough for the little whore, ha ha ha! -Publius orders.
At the same time, one of the legionaries has an idea. He places a very rough crown on my head while standing on a ladder.

"Hail, queen of the rebel whores, ha, ha, ha, ha!" he shouts in my ear.He gives me a small slap, and then he comes down.
I look at him furiously, but also tearful, hurt, broken.Publius notices this mixture of feelings on my face. Once again he admires those small remains of courage in my being.
He looks at me seriously, and then he lowers his head to my tortured breasts.
The lashes come suddenly. I scream in pain. It surprises me even more. I still have the strength to scream in agony. It must be because two of the brutal blows hit my tits. And in the end five new bloody lines cross my front body. Two on my tits, two on my chest, and one on my stomach.
After the whipping, most of the escort that has gone there for my final punishment returns to the city. Only five legionaries will watch that no one approaches until I and the recruit die.
- Farewell, you rebellious whore. Once again I repeat that it would have been better to have you as a slave for me, but you are a murderer of Romans, and my son almost died by your hand. Goodbye!Saying this, Publius rode away on his horse, but suddenly he rode back shouting:- Damn you, you whore. I don't know what you have done to me. I must leave you to die alone, but something in my gut tells me otherwise! One of you guards, stab her with a spear within an hour of an hour, and kill her. I myself will see that one of his men removes her body and takes it to be buried or cremated!

 

[redsonja]

The damned Roman is finally riding away, and I have no solution. My suffering is horrible. The hour the Roman had mentioned is going to be very long.
I raise my head to look at the young recruit who has been crucified in front of me. He is younger than me. Poor boy. I can see he really has feelings for me. He tried to help me in some way and he has paid for it.

I look at my cross, my battered body. I can hardly believe that human beings are capable of such evil.I had been beaten, raped as many times as they wanted, humiliated, whipped and scourged several times, now crucified, now I could see the evil of dominant men towards women who challenged them, and even more so if they were of barbarian blood like me.

I was able to look up at the sky once. There were many stars. Perhaps in my death I will be able to imagine that I am flying towards them.

I was able to look up at the sky once. There were many stars. Perhaps in my death I can imagine that I am flying towards them. And I have heard that among the people who live with the Romans, there is a kind of persecuted group; they call themselves Christians. They say that when they die they ascend to heaven. I would have liked to meet some of them.

I rest my chin on my chest. I have trouble breathing. My whole body hurts. It's horrible.

After what seems like an eternity, a guard comes towards me with his pilium. The hour has passed.

I'm going to die.I feel the spear penetrating my chest, but the vile dog of the guard twists the weapon inside me. He has taken it out on me.

I feel the blood coming to my mouth, to my lips. I spit blood as I feel the eternal darkness already enveloping me.....

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In the morning, a small group of six natives of Dacia unnailed poor Silvia. These people also knew that they had been granted the privilege of taking the body of the brave girl; for normally the bodies of the condemned were left to rot and be devoured by crows and vermin.
Not long ago they had been contacted to tell them that they could take the crucified body of a compatriot of theirs. They already knew that it was Silvia. But they were horrified by the brutal appearance of the girl's corpse, which showed the brutal torture and abuse she had been subjected to.

Silvia was burned on a pyre as a great leader of her people.

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Is this the end? ..... maybe not yet.

 

[redsonja]

Among the six people who came to claim Silvia's body was a woman. As Publius had contacted Dacian elements through messengers, he knew that these were among those who had reluctantly accepted Roman occupation, but were a group that would not lift a finger in the event of a revolt, but might be hiding fugitives or some kind of passive resistance.
Publius was curious to take a look at the woman in the Dacian group before giving them his approval to collect Silvia's body, so he first ordered that the group go to meet him first, under the pretext of an obligatory formality before giving his permission.
His son Marius had been very upset to learn of the girl's execution and death behind his back, and further said that she had died too soon, and that her body should have rotted and been eaten by vermin on her cross. Publius settled the matter by sending his son to visit a relative who lived in the countryside outside the city.
Publius almost had a fit when he saw the woman. She bore a more than reasonable resemblance to the crucified girl. She was obviously a relative. The woman answered his questions very harshly. She was Yera, the youngest of the three daughters of Silvia Yarana's father's brother. She was about thirty years old or a little older, but Publius immediately liked her, even though beneath her loose-fitting clothes he could see a thin body and small breasts... They probably didn't live very well, if they were peasants, Dacians who were not slaves, but who depended on themselves and paid taxes to the empire.
When the group left the little meeting, Publius immediately sent several spies to find out the whereabouts of the woman. He would let a few days pass. Then, under some pretext, he would have the woman arrested. She was to be his slave. He wanted to see her chained before him. If she had a rebellious spirit (which he very much desired), she would be subjected to torture. And just thinking about it made his penis erect.

 

[redsonja]

note: the rest of the story is based on AI-generated images. I will combine different styles.
Yera is indeed arrested.

 

[redsonja]

Soon the brave woman, angry at the outrage, is chained.

 

[Mikerytel]

The rebel Silvia refuses to be broken no matter how badly she's beat