Sonya could not understand the beaten, broken, women before her. She saw them all as too weak to resist the pain and torture. Little does she realize she will be a beaten, broken, piece of Roman fuck meat. Hung up on and nailed to a cross like a side of beef. Everybody breaks....some just take a little longer.
Damn bastards! -I shout. Now I know it's finally my turn. I turn against those scoundrels, I fight with all my might, even though I know it's useless, but I could possibly bite or scratch one of the bastards.
The soldiers are not angry at Red Sonja for wanting to fight....they like to fight and they are good at it. "Alright!! We've got a live one!"
They are enjoying her bare ass
My bruised body is slim, but athletic, my tits are not too big, but generous. That turns these bastards on. I overcome the pain and try to get up. I catch one of them off guard, and the tip of my foot manages to hit his crotch. At the same time I spit my saliva towards those scoundrels. His arms squeeze me again...
Sonja lands a blow to a soldiers groin...."Unghhhh!!!" He collapsed clutching his groin as the waves of pain go through his body.
The soldiers take a break after tying up Red Sonja. One of them notices his finger is bleeding. "That nasty bitch bit my finger!" He looks over at Sonja, who is grinning with satisfaction.
The soldier with the scourge in his hands rushes towards me, grabs my hair, and roughly raises my chin, placing the handle of the scourge on my chin. I spit in his face. He laughs.-I think you were the warrior who the rumors say would not lie with any man, who would not have defeated you before in combat. Now I don't know how you're going to keep your promise ha ha ha! -says the bastard, caressing my body with his gaze, lingering more on my exposed sexual organ and my tits.
"I do believe we have a very special one here...the warrior who must be defeated in combat to lie with. But you will be taken by all of us. Your nothing but a captured rebel reduced to a condemned criminal. A lump of flesh." He scourges her across her back..."Whack!!" "But your not that special..the scourge tears your skin and draws blood like all the others. Your destiny is to die writhing in agony nailed to pieces of wood."
I love it! you are so cruel!
I look down. I'm so ashamed of my crimes and being exposed shamelessly naked to the public. It's not that I wanted. I tried not to, but they forced me. Then the pleasure was so great, I couldn't resist it any more.
She's so beautiful. Her body shows how well she is trained in the art of fighting, not like me, soft and pampered. With her red pubic hair exposed she is a free woman, just like I was. We don't shave like slaves. I hope she won't suffer like I have. But no, I'm sure they will be more cruel to her for what she represents.
You must be strong obviously physically, but also mentally. When they did "things" to me, I wanted to maintain my dignity and not act like a slut. But I couldn't help it. My body betrayed me reacted just like they wanted me to, perhaps more than they expected. I proved them right above and beyond, I showed them what a slut I was.
I can't look at this. She's so beautiful and they are ruining her!
I see the determination in her eyes. She fights on and on with what little she has. Perhaps I was like that when I was much younger. But I'm no longer a spirited teen. I have been pampered and spoiled. I became what they trained me for. I love to give pleasure, receive caress. I want to feel the passion and energy poured into me and see them satisfied relieving their inner pressure into me.
When Sonja is stripped, chained and paraded, I was surprised to see her so beautiful. I imagined her to be more like a fearful figure. For a moment, she looked like she gave up and submitted to her fate.
