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RED SONJA EN GRAVES APRIETOS (RED SONJA IN SERIOUS TIGHTENING )

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Red Sonja, still with the weights on her ankles, had her legs spread, and between her two legs they placed an iron so that she could not close them. In this way, King Shukan massaged the girl's tits first, then brutally raped her, and finally took some nettles out of her sash and rubbed them on the girl's private parts. She made tremendous efforts not to scream, and succeeded, and only moans escaped her lips.

Everyone was impressed by her bravery.

the blood ritual

After that torture, the weights and the iron bar were removed from between his legs. And they hoisted her up and down several times to play with her.

She couldn't contain long moans. She had the chain tightly bound and therefore her blood no longer reached from her wrists to her hands. It was tremendous to see the blue hue that her hands had taken from the tremendous ties with her chain. She no longer felt anything there but a little tingle. Guttural gurgles erupted from lips she couldn't close. They were dry.

One of the guards picked up a two-meter long whip made of hippo skin, and another guard picked up a five-tailed scourge of medium size, but with some terrifying pieces of bone, and irons. The guard with the long whip disciplinedly stroked Sonja's bare spine, and the other did the same from her abdomen to her boobs.

-We'll see what you can resist now redhead bitch! We already want to see you bleed much more! What we've done to you so far hasn't taken much out of you ha, ha, ha! said the sorcerer Zoran.
 
Suddenly, the two torturers began to make the whipping work. Her long leather whip lashed across her entire back crossing from her left shoulder to her right hip, and a bloody line appeared at the mark of the blow. She, surprised, finally gave a cry. And the guard with the scourge of bone-bitten tails slammed into her in front of her.
The girl's entire abdomen received the blow, and as a consequence, many reddish and bleeding welts appeared in the girl's navel area.

Sonja screamed again.

And as strange as it might seem, her torturers hoped that she would not stop screaming during that brutal torture, but the next three blows, both on her back and on her forehead, she resisted, suffering terribly from the pain.

But Zoran wanted that and more, so he thought that the bar would later spread his legs to torture the girl's sexual organs again.

The first drops of blood had already fallen from the girl to the ground, when she, after two other brutal lashes, could no longer bear the pain. She screamed into the air of that sacrificial room, but she still didn't do it at the top of her lungs.

-Damn you whore, we want your screams to be heard throughout the city! We want to hear your blood song sing, ha ha ha! exclaimed the guard whipping her ahead of her.
-We'll turn your fantastic body into a bloody mess of fucking meat, ha ha ha! he replied, the one whipping her from behind her.

From the fourth blow the brave Red Sonja already screamed at the top of her lungs, but both the king and the sorcerer Zoltan were amazed that she had resisted so long, even with the potion of sensitivity to pain.
 
Haven't read this yet (working on it!) but I just HAD to say how much I also love Red Sonja! Kudos for choosing to write about her! She is so awesome!

I read what you have so far and I am LOVING this! Can't wait for more!
 
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Red Sonja's blood dripped onto the blackened bowl. The sorcerer Zoran picked up a scroll of sinister letters and incantations, and began to recite a few words in a language she had never heard before.
Red Sonja's blood dripped onto the blackened bowl. The sorcerer Zoran picked up a scroll of sinister letters and incantations, and began to recite a few words in a language she had never heard before.
Red Sonja, while screaming like hell, wondered where her patron goddess was now. She cursed to herself through the sea of pain they were inflicting on her.
One of the whips with the scourge of bones damaged the girl's right chest, leaving an ugly bleeding wound and noticing the young woman as part of the meat took away the cruel instrument of torture. That was horrible. They were skinning her alive, and there was nothing she could do. She was helpless.


The bar was placed between Sonja's legs again. Her pussy was once again found fully exposed. She received two brutal whippings between her legs.

-Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiieeeeeeeggggggggghhhhhhh! was the girl's wild and terrifying cry. Blood splattered in all directions. The girl lost consciousness at that.

The sorcerer Zoran ordered her to wake up by throwing two buckets of salt water on her naked body.

-Aaaaaaiiieeeeegggghhh! -She launched the terrifying scream when the salt came into contact with the open wounds of her whipping and flogging. In addition, one of the soldiers took a spear, pricked it into a kind of sponge, dipped it in another bucket of salt water and lasciviously rubbed it over the young woman's tortured cunt. Again Sonja shrieked loudly. And meanwhile the warlock continued impassively reading scroll after scroll of dark spells.

Red Sonja felt the flow of her blood spilling over that evil container, of the salt that made her feel the most infinite nooks and crannies of pain. An unimaginable pain that she never thought she would suffer in her life. This was so much worse than when she was first raped.

She watched as again, the two whipping torturers moved into position behind and in front of her. They weren't done with the brutal whipping. At the same time, the sorcerer stopped her recitation for a moment and ordered to continue whipping her up to thirty lashes. She had received twenty. She watched in terror as they got ready again. The young woman wondered if she could really hold out until then, or they would kill her with whips, but she presumed that she was not going to die, because the sorcerer's plans would fail, and besides, Zoran knew that she could die, he would not order the flogging to continue.
 
Zoran continued to recite the book's dark psalms, and King Shukan leaned against a column in the room. He had already masturbated three times, very excited at the young woman's torture.

Zoran noticed that with the twenty-fourth lash she was only moaning in pain and her body was writhing much less. So he ordered to reduce the force with which they whipped her. Now her scourges would still draw blood from her, but they wouldn't tear her skin to shreds as before. And her long whip would produce a strong welt on her body near her to draw blood from her, but not quite in most blows. n addition, the sorcerer also ordered to reduce the lack of lashes.

The young woman's suffering was unimaginable, and yet she remained semi-conscious until the last blow, and with it she fell into unconsciousness.

Zoran had not been wrong about the warrior Sonja in what he had witnessed of the girl's stamina, determination, and resilience. Rumors that she was one of the best fighters in the Hyboreal world were justified.

Red Sonja was awakened again with salt, and she screamed again, but this time her exhausted body shook less. She was conscious but her head was lowered far over her battered breasts.
Red Sonja felt the savage wreck her back had become, and she saw how the front of her, though less battered, was also a sea of blood dripping into the dark bowl at her feet. .

King Shukan, very excited again, demanded to possess the girl once more, which the sorcerer allowed him. Shukan brutally raped her again.

Then one of the executioners prepared a cauldron with burning embers where long iron needles rested inside them. Ominously they showed Sonja the needles, and Sonja looked at them in horror. She imagined what they intended to do with them.
 
Indeed, one of the executioners took one of the red-hot needles and unceremoniously pierced the girl's right breast. T

he pain was excruciating, as she screamed and screamed, and she smelled her own flesh burning from her, also feeling the blood trickle down the length of her body into the ominous vessel.

Then her left breast was pierced with the bloodcurdling screams of the young warrior, and these were possibly so powerful that they could be heard outside the walls of that dungeon.

Red Sonja at that moment was going to open her mouth to ask them not to continue with the torment, and it was then that she realized that if she did, she would make them see those scoundrels had broken her in her courage and determination, and she just continued they gave hideous screams when a needle pierced one of their breasts.

However, she thought how long she still wouldn't beg, and unfortunately it didn't take long.

And that was when she saw one of the sadistic executioners bring the needle with its burning heat close to her clothyris. And so she realized that her legs had been held open again, after the pause of the last lashes.

She then couldn't hold back anymore and she heard herself scream:
-No, no, no damn bastards, no please......aaaaaaaaaiiiggggggggghhhhhh!

They had broken her up and she hated herself for it, but that had gotten her over and she knew it. She passed out from the tremendous pain between her legs. And then, the sorcerer ordered the girl to be untied from where she hung naked, her body outraged and tortured. And she again she was woken up with salt, and this time more water was used for it, because Red Sonja only moaned and gave little cries in a semi-conscious state. And in that state they tied her to a stump that was in the room, and that surely served to whip the kneeling prisoners.

They let her rest there for a couple of hours in that uncomfortable position, while the sorcerer Zoran stopped reading dark scrolls and began to talk with the king.

The two looked at the kneeling girl and admired the damage that the torture had already caused in that young body of hers.
 

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Chained to the stump, Red Sonja didn't know how long she knelt there, perhaps less than an hour, as she struggled against the pain in her crumpled body.

Suddenly and savagely she was again lashed with the cruel scourge of tails; since one of the guards had decided to give him a couple of blows as a mockery, and to satisfy her own lust.

-Aaaaaaaiiiiggggghhhh.... aaaaaaaiiiigggghhhhh....bastard son of a hyena! the girl yelled.

The guard admired that back shattered by whipping, and saw that on the girl's right hip there were several overlapping whiplash wounds, and surely if he dared to put his finger in it, he would surely touch the bone of that young redhead.
 

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Because the needles had been removed from her breasts while she was unconscious, her breasts had burns where the needles had pierced them. They did not drip blood because the hot iron had burned the wounds.

Zoran, the king, and the guards resumed torturing the valiant warrior after their break. Her guards again formed a circle around her, her hands and feet shackled, but with loose chains to allow her some mobility. Totally naked, showing the terrible signs of her torture, she was treated like a wimp again. She was buffeted, beaten by the soldiers, and this time, poked with spear points surrounding her. And she in a fit of fury tried to defend herself from her.

She hit a couple of guards with the chains, and even on one occasion she even wrapped the chains around the neck of one of those bastards, but the pain of her torments and the guards with sticks and blows reduced her very quickly, filling her with kicks and punching.

Zoran, for his part, had begun again with spells from his scrolls. And he only paused briefly to order Red Sonja to stop the torment. And meanwhile the king of the city withdrew from the room, since the sacrificial spells, from now on, required that no royal or highborn character be present.

Zoran ordered the young woman to be brought before a cross in the shape of an X. And she made some gestures to prevent it. That pleased the sorcerer; for she still retained traces of her strength for a certain resistance. Zoran looked at the girl's body, and told himself that the red-haired girl had been her best choice for her sacrifice. And of all the other warriors he had tortured she was being the best of her.

Zoran had never seen a female body so flogged and tortured before the victim begged for mercy. He had put up with the red-haired bitch very well.

And so Red Sonja, much weakened, was fastened to the X-shaped cross. The guards produced hammers and four large nails for her wrists and feet. And without further ado, cruelly, she was crucified naked and tortured on that cross.
 

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King Shukan masturbated several times at the sight of the crucified warrior. And while the sorcerer Zoran kept reciting his arcane spells.

Sonja suffered terribly from this torture, just as she had suffered from the previous ones. She cursed what made him more sensitive to her pain. And he cursed her goddess for having deceived and betrayed her. She had been defeated, captured, and on top of her she had been raped again. And this time she had been worse than the first time. She has been mass raped, humiliated, beaten and tortured by those rogue enemies.

Meanwhile, next to the container where the girl's blood had fallen, a well with sinister blackness suddenly became important.

A thin plume of black smoke began to rise from the depths of the shaft, slowly at first; and esque from the blood container, a conduit spilled the blood into the well.

THE BLOOD RITUAL 2

And under the cross where the crucified girl was, there were also some small channels that carried the blood of the unfortunate woman into the well.

The size of the column of smoke increased little by little, while the sorcerer recited the arcane words. Sonja continued to suffer, emitting cries of pain from time to time, and the king masturbated once more.

Suddenly, Red Sonja felt a strange sensation throughout her body as she thrashed on the cross within her pain.

It was as if a strange force entered her. But it was a feeling she knew. She was sure of it. It was a sensation she hadn't felt since she had that damned pain sensitivity ointment applied to her.

Could it be that the effects of the ointment were beginning to wear off? the girl wondered.
 
At the moment, she was suffering greatly on the cross on crosses. She had screamed her head off when they had nailed her to the wood. The blood, the remains of male semen, the bruises, and the sweat covered her young body, before harmonious and perfect, and now massacred by torture. She was sweating from every pore of her body, apart from being full of abuse and torture suffered. And she sweated, sweated...

That was when a thought crossed her mind, and that is that it could be that the pain sensitivity ointment disappeared or lost much effectiveness with body sweat, and that is why she noticed that kind of sensation before.

But even if it were so, his renewed strength, perhaps obtained from his protective goddess, took a long time to return; Well, I heard the sorcerer order that they unnail her from the cross in X; since apparently the sorcerer was not entirely convinced by that cross.

But even if it were so, his renewed strength, perhaps obtained from his protective goddess, took a long time to return; Well, I heard the sorcerer order that they unnail her from the cross in X; since apparently the sorcerer was not entirely convinced by that cross.

Everything was turning out as he wanted, the sorcerer told himself, except for the appearance of the column of smoke, which was not coming out as fast as he wanted. Perhaps that is why he ordered the girl to be unnailed from the cross on blades, and ordered instead to crucify her on a traditional cross located in front of the blade, and which was lying on the ground, but close enough to place it in a hole, containing several canalillos that reached the well.

Giving the order, Zoran returned to the recital of the arcane words.

Grabbed by both arms, Sonja was dragged unceremoniously across the floor until she reached the cross resting on the ground. As she passed, her battered body left a trail of blood.

His torturers first tied his wrists and feet to the cross with strong ropes. Then, savagely, and all together they nailed their already pierced wrists and feet to that cross. The young woman screamed again as much as she could until she passed out from the horrible pain.
 
The young warrior, in this way, did not notice that the column of smoke that came out of the well had become larger and thicker, but strangely it did not flood the entire room. Surely it was something produced by dark magic.

-Wake up the red-haired bitch! She has to be conscious as long as possible for the ritual to be correct! commanded the sorcerer Zoran.

One of the soldiers had taken another bucket of salt water to wake the girl, but at that moment King Shukan exclaimed:

-Wait, and don't throw any more water at him now; Well, I have another way to wake up this whore!

Using tongs, King Shukan had taken a small iron bowl and filled it with still-hot coals from the brazier of torture instruments in the room.

And approaching the girl, he violently threw the contents of the container directly into the young woman's crotch.

And she returned to her tremendous reality giving a great scream, when her pussy and her sexual organs were burned in contact with those embers. And if she survived all of that, Sonja's skin in that part of her anatomy would be very reddish with some hint of burning where her skin had reached that point.

Later she continued screaming, when she felt how her torturers gradually raised the cross with it nailed, to finally place the wooden base inside a hole in the ground. And all this was frightening for Sonja, who screamed even more, when the cross was finally embedded.

And while all this was happening, another of the executioners had prepared the sedile of the cross, which was prepared to penetrate well into the young woman's ass, and for this the sedile was impregnated with a special oil.
Sonja writhed still in terrible pain throughout her body, to avoid the sedile, but all was in vain. She suffered terribly from this new torture.

Red Sonja had been crucified again, and this time she looked like she was going to be the last one.
 

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The pain of the brave girl was impossible to gauge, given the cramps of her nailed limbs, her ass violated by the sedile, and the tremendous efforts she was making to breathe air trying to rise with her tortured body.

While all this was happening, the cloud of smoke was gradually transforming, and something, it was not known at the time what shape it had, was materializing. Some terrible claws had already appeared, as if emerging from that kind of column of smoke.

Writhing in pain, Sonja on the cross again felt the sensation of something being internal again, but soon after the sensation disappeared again, and as she watched before her eyes, something horrendous transformed out of the plume of smoke. . If her goddess powers or strength came back, they wouldn't do it in time.

The amorphous thing was slowly taking shape. Strong, muscular arms had already taken their full form. Totally black that ended in claws with tremendous sharp nails.

Zoran the warlock was satisfied with the ritual; for his dark god Darkom was pleased with the sacrifice and was sending his most loyal servant, the sub-demon Ngull, but Zoran also knew that Ngull's transformation or appearance would not be fully completed until the red-haired woman breathed her last. and the process had to run its course and could not be accelerated in any way. For example, they couldn't stick spears all over the girl's body to make her bleed more.
 

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Everything had to be done according to arcane rituals that some evil sorcerer had composed eons ago. And, yes, the woman was going to be pricked with spears, but marking certain times, which the parchments of the rituals marked, and at the appropriate times. Not before.

The sinister column of smoke was taking shape and had arms, and the waist formed. A strangely smooth and rough black waist.

Crucified Red Sonja, in a sea of pain that ran through her entire body, was witnessing this transformation and her movements for breathing became more violent, but it was also because she was feeling that the powerful forces given by her goddess in her day were returning. But still, the girl suffered terribly from her torture on the cross.

Zoran suddenly raised a hand to stop reading one of his arcane scrolls, and ordered two of his minions to prod the young woman on the cross with spear points.
Those scoundrels of hers were not squeamish and pricked her lower abdomen, her chest, her tits, and one of them pricked her sexual organ making Sonja howl in pain beyond words.

Zoran and King Shukan watched with glee and lewdness. And Zoran knew that the sacrifice of the young woman, he also required that shortly before the victim died, the summoning sorcerer must rape the victim.

Sorcerer and king looked at the girl's face, and was a little surprised that she still had the strength of her own pride to glare at them.

Meanwhile, the being emerged from the smoke continued to take shape, and much of the torso had materialized.
 

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Red Sonja's torture with the points of the spears ended after a few minutes of torture. She was screaming horribly, but at the same time she was prodded the last few times, she became aware of her the young woman's forces of resistance returning from her and her last two screams were more subdued. And in those moments she was sweating from all the pores of her body, and the sweat was mixed with the blood and the remains of semen from her rape.

Sonja's blood fell to the ground, but also through the channels destined for the well where she had the materialization of the demon Ngull. And this one had already formed the entire trunk, the limbs, and his neck was halfway there.

Red Sonja felt that thanks to the sweat the power of her goddess returned to her, but it was not going to help her much; because she was bleeding from her wounds and soon her strength would fail again, and she was here forever. She knew that.

Prey to a strange frenzy, the brave warrior began to try, with brutal, titanic, and exceptional efforts, to free her left wrist, horribly pierced twice with nails that day.

Those present in that room of torture and death were now enraptured in the materialization of the demon and did not realize what she was trying for the moment, but the young woman had already given a huge scream when she managed to free her left hand, when the sorcerer Zoran realized the change produced in the victim ready for the sacrifice.

-Kill her, kill her, quick guards, or the sacrifice will not be complete, and the faithful servant of Darkom will not be complete! the sorcerer yelled.

The two executioners who had pricked her and tortured her with spears to kill her on the cross were already advancing, since the young woman was still nailed by her feet, and just at that moment she had managed to free herself from his other hand.

Red Sonjal knew that this was a special occasion, a tremendous demon threatened to awaken, and although he had insulted his goddess for that situation, now he needed her more than ever, because his goddess was a being of light, and the demon Ngull was a danger from the dark. That's why her goddess wouldn't stop helping her, Sonja thought.
 
But it was impossible to avoid the two men who were after her, and she saw how she didn't have time to free herself from that damned cross, which still kept her fixed by her feet. One of her executioners wounded the girl in the right rib with the spear, but it was only a graze, since she squirmed before the onslaught of men, although she could not do much; for she had to use her arms to hold on to the crossbar, and at the same time her whole body had to make a frightening effort to try to free her nailed feet. And she, overcoming the terrible pains that she felt throughout her body, grabbed her crossbar as best she could with her left arm, and with the other of hers she hit the spear of the second guard, just when she was going to hurt her. in the shoulder blade.

-Help me goddess, oh goddess! the young woman had managed to gesture. And certainly in those moments it seemed that her protective goddess was not only supporting her, but that she had also given her some extra strength of resistance.

Furthermore, the demon monster Ngull, his head unable to materialize, his entire large and terribly muscular body wandering blindly around the sacrificial hall stumbling, stumbling, and thrashing with his arms in the air. And that's how another of the guards ended up stamped with a slap against the wall and killing him on the spot. And as for the sorcerer Zoran, he had also received a blow that had thrown him to the ground, at the moment, in which the demon had managed to get his feet out of the well of blood.
 
FAILED RITUAL

For his part, King Shukan advanced, drawing a dagger towards the young woman, who was barely managing to free her right foot. But then he realized that Zoran had lost consciousness for a moment from the blow of the demon, and was already waking up, when the king saw how the demon aimlessly advanced directly towards the sorcerer that he would not be able to separate in time. Shukan thus saw himself running to help the sorcerer and be able to move him away a little by giving him a strong kick or attack and kill the young woman who was trying to get rid of the cross.

Shukan opted to try to push the sorcerer aside and it was only partially successful; for though he narrowly pushed Zora aside, the demon's right foot crushed and crushed the king's left foot, trapping under it also some of the cloth of the sorcerer Zoran's robes. The king gave tremendous screams at the horrible mutilation of his foot.

Red Sonja managed to unnail one foot, and suffering and enduring her pain, thanks to the power of her protective goddess, shortly after she did the same with her other foot. And meanwhile, the demon Ngull stumbled onto the cross at last ten heartbeats after Sonja had freed herself from it.

She then threw herself to the ground pretending to faint and stayed there lying, but already free of the cross.

The other guards had decided that the demon represented a greater danger than the woman and attacked him with the weapons at hand.

That was what Sonja chased after throwing herself to the ground. That the remaining guards and those present thought that there was no danger and entertained themselves with the demon.

Zoran had narrowly escaped the demon's stomping, and had witnessed the girl's fainting. He knew that he was bleeding from her wounds and that tremendous effort was too much for her. Zoran saw the demon stand between him and the fallen girl, and didn't dare check to see if he was still alive, as Ngull lurched here and there. Two men had managed to drive two spears into his chest, but it had had no effect on the demon.

Zoran thought that the ritual had already failed, and he would have to start over, but for that he had to be safe and go find a scroll that contained a spell so that that incomplete demon would return to the underworld from which he had come.

But the moments Zoran spent thinking about it were deadly for him. One of the guards tried his luck again throwing a spear at the demon, and at that moment the monster inadvertently made an elusive move and the spear skimmed the monster's side, and crossed part of the room unluckily sticking into the chest of the monster. sorcerer Zoran. He died instantly.

While the monster devastated half of King Shukan's palace, very few were the ones who realized that a young redhead was getting help from some prisoners also in the palace, and with them the young woman was able to escape from there, but she was badly injured they had to serve her in a safe haven for rebels opposed to King Shukan. This is how Red Sonja was able months later to infiltrate Shukan's palace, reach his chambers where the king rested with his mutilated foot, and cut his throat with a single cut, and as a mockery, and for all that she suffered, she also tore the eyes.

And once again Red Sonja had emerged victorious from that trance. A trance where she had suffered a lot, but she didn't have to know anyone. And she continued with her oath not to marry any man, if before her they had not defeated her in combat; Well, it was better to hide and maintain that lie before someone knew that she had been raped, mistreated and tortured. But she was a mercenary, a good soldier, a warrior who knew the dangers she faced every day. And she had gotten her revenge after all.

THE END.
 
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