By Mithras, they are skinning me alive. I can't believe in this senseless savagery. Scoundrels. I can see between my howls and tears of pain, how the jackals tell the executioner to whip my breasts, but that will reduce my resistance on the cross, as another shows!Sonya is flogged without mercy
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Blow by blow, the cruel lictors strip away @redsonja 's delicate flesh.
Her back is progressively torn apart.
I hit her so that her upper and lower back are furrowed. Even her thighs and shoulders are not spared the kiss of my scorpion.
She howls,
She wails.
She cries.
By now, stronger men would have succumbed to this devastating scourging.
Yet defiantly she remains standing, enraging her torturers even more.
Why do they want to destroy all that are so beautiful?By Mithras, they are skinning me alive. I can't believe in this senseless savagery. Scoundrels. I can see between my howls and tears of pain, how the jackals tell the executioner to whip my breasts, but that will reduce my resistance on the cross, as another shows!
That’s how these sadistic bastards get their kicks!Why do they want to destroy all that are so beautiful?
All beauty must die.Why do they want to destroy all that are so beautiful?
Despite her tortures and disgraced display before the crowd, Emily presents herself with the pride they tried to take from her...Emilia, Queen of Poverty
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Taunting Emily for being an advocate for the poor, after having scourged her, they drape her bloodied body with a dirty cloak and jam a crown of thorns on her head. The titulus completes their "work of art".
From an idea and models by
@Andrew Bennett
You knew i only want one woman show !Thank you Queen Yupar! Don’t you wish you were crucified with them?
This theme super niceEmilia, Queen of Poverty
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Taunting Emily for being an advocate for the poor, after having scourged her, they drape her bloodied body with a dirty cloak and jam a crown of thorns on her head. The titulus completes their "work of art".
From an idea and models by
@Andrew Bennett
The soldiers watch as Red Sonja absorbs her horrific scourging. "A tough one she is." says a soldier with admiration. "Yes, but that toughness merely means she will suffer longer and harder. Her strength will keep her alive and breathing....but it won't stop the agony. Wait until that shredded back and ass are grinding on the rough wood of the cross. They won't break her legs or lance her chest to end it either."More pain for Red Sonja
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Again and again, the cruel lictors hit @redsonja 's back and buttocks with infernal fury.
Her flesh is torn wide open by the scourging, and bits of skin hang loose from raw welts that ooze blood profusely.
She wails but still she stands. A proud warrior queen.
"She's a tough one, this one", they say, admiring the woman's fortitude under the lash.
"Hit her harder", someone cries.
I know how it feel when they don't spear you or run you through with a swordThe soldiers watch as Red Sonja absorbs her horrific scourging. "A tough one she is." says a soldier with admiration. "Yes, but that toughness merely means she will suffer longer and harder. Her strength will keep her alive and breathing....but it won't stop the agony. Wait until that shredded back and ass are grinding on the rough wood of the cross. They won't break her legs or lance her chest to end it either."
It is a mercy that way. The soldiers won’t grant you that….I know how it feel when they don't spear you or run you through with a sword
The soldiers are like vultures now...sizing up their prey as it slowly weakens. Sonja is brave and strong but the scourge always wins as it destroys the body of the victim. They want her body and mind raped...she has struck some of them and I they thirst for revenge...she must be taken.The pain of the scourge
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Queen Sonja begins to falter.
She has lost count of how many blows her body has been subjected to. But it must have been two score at least.
Her body sags, her breasts almost resting on the cross piece. She breathes heavily.
@redsonja 's back and ass is crisscrossed with raw welts and gashes. Everywhere her flesh is bruised and bleeding.
The officer orders the flogging to a halt.
"I think our queen has had enough! Her need to suffer has been satiated!"
The soldiers gather around Red Sonja, mocking and laughing.
They are ogled by the sight of this proud red-haired warrior, naked and beaten to a pulp. Wearing nothing but a crown of thorns.
Helpless before them.
Theirs to do what they wish.