Silvia The Sadist, By Sifaxnumida

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I found this series of stories in Spanish by Sifaxnumida, at http://www.todorelatos.com/perfil/93064/

I just translated the first one. Google Translate did most of the work, and with my shallow knowledge of Spanish I cleaned it up. I'm sure there are still many mistakes, but here it is.

It's a bit long so I had to do it as an attachment.

I have also posted it directly to this thread in two parts,
to see it scroll down a few messages below.

 

[Fantasmo]

Ooops, all formatting lost! Maybe it would be better to post it in RTF (Rich Text) what is an universal file format as well but preserves formatting?!

 

[The Fallen Angel]

This should work....Yep it does...thanks Hangnail.

 

[admihoek]

Hangnails post in courier was no problem for me only in dosstyl (ccoerier) and i have it in pdf now

 

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For the impatient, here it is in 2 pieces so you can read it right here:

Silvia the Sadist, part 1a
by Sifaxnumida
translated by Google and Hangnail


After the funeral of Commodus, Silvia came home, went into her room and took off the clothes of mourning. She had to change because the trial for the murder of her husband was beginning that day. Naturally, as one of the complainants, she was expected to be present and as a woman of nobility should be properly dressed.

Now naked, Silvia did not want to get dressed immediately. Instead she looked at herself in the mirror and reveled for a moment watching her beautiful body reflected in it. After carefully inspecting her front, she turned around and turning her head slowly stroked her buttocks with both hands, giving herself shivers of pleasure.

At 19 Silvia was a beautiful woman, brunette, curvy but slim and with extraordinary breasts. Hers were a somewhat larger breasts than normal, round and topped by thick hard nipples that were now bristling with excitement.

Only one thing disfigured her anatomy: she was missing the nail and a small part if the little toe of her left foot. As a child she had dropped a knife on this toe and gaven herself a nasty cut which healed but the doctors could not fix that little deformity.

Frankly it was a minor detail in which no one noticed. What all men marveled at in Silvia was her beautiful breasts. These generous and whitish globes were the envy of all the young patricians of age, she knew it well and liked to wear tight, low-cut clothes. Smiling and satisfied, Silvia Ulpia went back to petting and playing with them while watching them in the mirror. Then she took a tit in each hand and weighed them. First she gathered and squeezed them against each other smiling at the effect and then made them dance up and down over and over again. At the moment they were firm enough .... She swore that they had grown even more since she started her relationship with Quinto.

Quinto, Quinto, where is he now?, Surely he would at court and then .... then the evening back home. At last!, How exciting it would all be!. Before dressing she would perfume herself for him with one of those expensive perfumes of the East and later in the day she would be his as she had been so many times.

Thinking of Quinto always brought the same memory; she took one of her breasts with her hands and held it to her tongue. Ulpia Silvia was one of those lucky women who can lick their own nipples and she immediately started feeling a pleasant and familiar tingle.

Increasingly hot and wet, the girl lay on her bed, spread her legs and, after licking her right hand, pressed her fingers to her crotch. Then she gently moved her fingers .... slowly ..... , She closed her eyes and began to recall again the sweet day she met Quinto......

It was a year ago or so. She had just arrived in Rome from the eastern provinces where she had spent her childhood and youth. Her mother had died giving birth to her, and her father, a senior proconsul of the empire, had been working to educate her with the help of a slave named Scylla. Unfortunately, shortly beforehand, he too fell dead in a skirmish with the Parthians.

Silvia was orphaned at the age of eighteen but with a significant personal fortune. But she belonged to a patrician family of ancient lineage in Rome. That and her beauty made her not lack suitors.

Yet Silvia rejected them all. The young woman thought that the best way to remain independent and free was to remain single, so she went, living like a Roman matron, mistress of herself, her elegant house in Rome and its many slaves and slaves.

The morning she first saw Quinto, Silvia was in the market with her Greek slave Philae. As she had in Antioch, her home town, Silvia liked to go out incognito with Philae disguised as a slave. The game of impersonating a slave amused her. The two girls took a while browsing the stalls of the merchants when suddenly something happened that changed her life completely.

Suddenly there was a loud noise of arms, shouting, neighing and after these, the unmistakable snap of a whip.

- What, what happens Philae? What is that?.

- I do not know my love, soldiers are coming along that street.

People ran toward the noise and someone said in passing that it was an execution.

The two young women looked at each other.

- Come, Silvia said suddenly. The two rushed through the crowd, and came into the adjacent street, but suddenly something stopped them. Those who ran there were met with a row of soldiers who blockedthem with their shields and swords. Philae Silvia came to the line marked by them but could not get past. Then she saw him.

Preceded by a bailiff who pulled him by a rope around his neck, the condemned was carrying on his shoulders a long and heavy beam and staggered awkwardly when walking. The man was almost bare except for a small loincloth that covered his sex but left open his round, muscular butt. The unfortunate was holding the solid wood, balancing with difficulty with his two open arms as the executioner kept forcing him to walk. Behind him, another executioner gave him a whipping every time he wavered.

The convict was a young and vigorous man of broad chest and not bad looking, just that most of his body was covered with marks of torture and mistreatment he had endured in the dungeons of the Praetorium. At that moment his face was disfigured by suffering as the whip was being used with full force, but his moans could not be heard well as he had been gagged with a stick between the teeth that was secured around his neck.

Silvia nodded and felt sorry for the fate of that handsome fellow but when she was about to turn and walk away, she realized that this was not the only defendant who was to be executed.

Further back a gallant centurion led a young woman tied by the wrists to the tail of his horse. Silvia's eyes widened to see her. She had a beautiful face and a beautiful body and Silvia estimated they were the same age more or less. Unlike the man, she was not forced to carry the cross on her shoulders and was also allowed to keep her clothes until the time of execution

As Silvia learned later, she was named Lucila and belonged to a noble family like her. The man in front with the cross was her slave. They loved and lain together several times, but when her father, a wealthy senator, learned, he was furious. He called his daughter and said that the slave who had dishonored her would to be crucified in front of her.

Desperate, she protested and asked for mercy for the man she loved, but seeing that that did not soften his heart, murdered her own father with a knife and then confessed her guilt to the authorities.

Knowing that the deceased was a prominent senator, the emperor himself, the Divine Domitius, became interested in the matter and instructed Quinto the centurion to investigate the case, but warned him that the girl should remain intact throughout the process. Actually the centurion only had to subject the slave to torture in the presence of Lucila for a couple of hours for her to tell the whole truth. Lucila tried to save her beloved slave from death throwing all the blame upon himself, but to no avail.

Considering all, the Emperor condemned both of them to the horrible torture of the cross. Both should be crucified in public facing each other. Once on the cross they would be tortured slowly and savagely to death to serve as an example. He stipulated that she should lose her citizenship at a public ceremony, as citizens of Rome could not suffer that ignominious punishment. Of course, once converted into a slave Lucila would be delivered to the tormentors who first rape and then provide a slow and cruel death. Until then nobody could touch her and she would even have certain privileges. So she still had her clothes.

When Silvia learned that the woman was to be crucified with her lover that attracted her attention, a strange excitement came over her and she urged her slave to go after the group ....... she did not want to lose them.

'My love, is a horrible sight, warned Philae, .... especially if they are to execute a woman.

But Silvia paid no heed and ordered her sharply to hurry.

The procession moved slowly out of the city, to the Via Salaria, and once they had crossed the wall went up a hill where it was customary to practice executions.

There were several posts with rings and chains, pointed stakes for impalements and some bloody crosses and several nail holes that had already been used repeatedly. However, at that time there were dead bodies and skeletons hanging from them.

A large crowd gathered at the sinister place in a semicircle surrounding it. Most participants were men, so the two women had to struggle to gain a foothold, but shoving and elbowing, Silvia and Philae, eventually reached the front row making sure they got a good place to watch the execution.

The executioners began immediately with the slave, took off the beam and dragged him against his will to a wooden bench one meter high. There they tied his wrists bent to give him lashing with a flagrum. The executioners did not give many lashes, as the young man had been repeatedly hit in the dungeons and if they continued with that kind of punishment risked dying too soon. It was just to weaken him enough not to put up resistance as he was nailed to the wood.

The executioners were led by Aurelio, a Numidian thick, sadistic sour-faced fellow going naked, always with a whip in his hand and clearly knowing his craft. He himself undertook to whip.

While Aurelio whipped the slave screamed in pain and Lucila cried, face in her hands unable to see it.

-Leave him alone, crying saying he did nothing, did nothing ....

Then the cruel centurion who stood beside her made her raise her head so she could see well what they were doing to her man. In the midst of torment, the poor slave bit down on the wood in his mouth, his face contorted and his whole body trembled at every blow. The whip's tails beat his back with loud cracks and left in their wake a bloody trail. Lucila cried desperatelt at the sight.

The flogging continued, and after giving more than twenty strokes, the executioners finally released him. The young man was so exhausted that he fell and were no longer resisted as he crucified. Four guards dragged him by the arms and led by Aurelio held his body against the cross while two others pierced his wrists with two long iron spikes impaled on wooden slats. At first the man tried to maintain some dignity, but ended up writhing in pain and cursing his executioners loudly when two nails pierced his two wrists together.

Seeing this Lucila knelt before the centurion crying and begging for mercy for the slave, she repeated that she was the desperate assassin and that she alone deserved to suffer this horrible ordeal. Lucila begged that they at least give her lover a quick death, but the centurion did not pay any attention.

To Silvia the whole spectacle was fascinating, since crucifixion was not practiced in Antioch, but she was not so interested to see how they tortured the man. In fact, like nmost of the people there, she waited eagerly to see what those sadistic torturers did to that beautiful woman.

The slave had been mounted on a cross with a cornu, a long curved bull horn placed below the level of his waist. At the moment the slave could rest his crotch astride the cornu which resembled his own obscenely erect penis, and so far they had not nailed his feet. Meanwhile, a diligent executioner climbed a staircase located behind the post and nailed two planks together.

Pleased to see the man crucified, the centurion decided to continue with the woman since he was eager to get his hands on her. He brutally grabbed Lucila's arm and forced her to join him. She pulled away and staightened her disordered hair, drying her tears with the back of her bound hands. Lucila was noble and a Roman patrician was bound to die with dignity. Then the centurion unrolled a paper, was solemn and read the judgment of the emperor in detailing the causes of his sentence.

".... So for the heinous crime of parricide, from this time you lose Roman citizenship, all your possessions will be confiscated by the state and you become a slave. Also, by order of the Divine Domitius you are condemned to die on the cross in front of your accomplice "

While the centurion nailed the judgment in the stipe of the cross, the public, who was waiting for this moment, burst into shouts and applause. Hearing those Lucila dropped her head in shame, for dying on the cross in view of everyone was a terrible shame and humiliation.

At that time Silvia felt a growing excitement, her heart pounding in her chest to see how they prepared the torment of the woman; she begged the gods to make sure the girl was undressed completely before being crucified.

After reading the sentence, the centurion cut her bonds and ordered to undress herself, then they would begin execution.

Lucila hesitated to obey, but when the centurion made a move to start to undress her himself, she turned with a jerk. Then, trying to remain dignified, was stripped of her clothes in front of all those longing eyes. In fact, when the public saw her topless some murmured and began to say things so obscene they would make a prostitute blush. On hearing that the girl covered her breasts embarrassed and lowered her head causing all sorts of whistles and protests. However, she had barely a few seconds to preserve her virtue as the centurion took her arms and crossing them violently behind her, forced her to show her breasts to the public that laughed and cried joyfully and without any restraint.

Silvia felt then her crotch moisten and nipples harden under her clothes. For a fleeting moment it entered her head that she would like to be that woman who was forced to appear naked in public.

Meanwhile, Lucila fought like a wild beast trying to get away from the centurion but he had a firm grip and mocked her vain attempts to escape. With the help of two other soldiers he finished undressing the girl, letting her kick to better show her naked body to the vociferous crowd. The soldiers restrained the angry young woman while the centurion rubbing her back and, opening her thighs, said obscenities promising the audience that, because she was only a slave, many of them would have the opportunity to enjoy her two holes before she was crucified.

First, However, the wild girl had to be tamed, and there being nothing better for that than a whip, she was turned over to the executioners for whipping. Lucila lost all composure when she saw Aurelio approach her and threaten her with the whip. The brutal executioner grabbed her hair and laughing sadistically handed her to the soldiers and ordered them to prepare her for the flogging. She was being dragged to the posts to which they would attach her, when the centurion had another perverse idea. He went to the crucified slave and tore off his loincloth.

Then Sylvia and the other spectators were surprised to see the size of his member though it was flaccid. The penis of the slave hung beside the cornu and was thick and long like a sausage. Then the centurion, who had also noticed the size of his sex, said something in Aurelio's ear and smiled.

By order of the executioner, the soldiers took the man, too weak to resist and started to impale him on the cornu through the hole of the anus. The cries of the slave were terrible, the cornu brutally penetrating his rectal sphincter, forcing it open as it slid inside. The poor slave loudly begged for mercy but his screams were soon joined by those of his Lucila she began receiving the first lashes.

The girl was not placed on the wooden bench but by order of the centurion was tied to a structure of poles with arms and legs wide apart so her body formed a big X. When the Emperor had sentenced her to death, the guards had taken her to a dungeon and two women shaved her crotch and armpits to facilitate the work of the executioner. So young Lucila was defenseless and exposed to those helpless bystanders, down to the most intimate corners of her beautiful body and was also at the mercy of the whip. The poor girl closed her eyes and hid her face against her arm as several men masturbated openly in front of her to see her in that position, completely naked, legs obscenely open and clitoris and nipples stiff with excitement.

Aurelio himself slowly gave the lashes with a long whip of braided leather, after having gagged her so she would not bite her tongue from the torture and also excited her sex and nipples with his fingers to remain stiff and sensitive.

Silvia mentally counted each lashes the poor girl received and she regretted not being able to masturbate right there in public. She grabbed Philae's arm with such force that she left finger marks. Never would she have guessed that such a cruel spectacle would excite her so.

Meanwhile, Lucila could not maintain her composure during her flogging, she just endured without screaming the first two lashes, her tight lips trembling with rage and pain. When the third lash hit her body, and the whip curled around her breasts the girl began to squirm like an animal, to give screams and cries for mercy, silenced only by the gag.

Silvia held her breath watching the tears falling down her contorted face and the whip slowly peeling her soft skin. As already mentioned, the flogging was slow, very slow, and the executioner showed no mercy to the poor girl marking her to the ends of her body including the armpits, breasts, abdomen, thighs and crotch.

During the cruel punishment, Silvia did not show any compassion for this young woman, quite the contrary, her jerky movements and seizures seemed strangely attractive, Silvia did not want the executioners to cease tormenting her. The noble patrician clenched teeth with rage and sadism in her heart asking more and more lashes for that girl.

Meanwhile, the slave was suffering his own agony. The torturers were expert butchers so after impaling the slave in the ass, the horn entering more than eight inches, they fixed both feet to the long stipe with thick nails that pierced both heels. The man screamed even louder looking at the sky and began to beat his head against the wood of the cross with the hope of losing his senses and escape from this horrible ordeal, but in fact continued conscious and ended up collapsing in tears.

However, the cries of the slave did not distract Silvia from what most interested her at that time, it was the young Lucila. Lucila was given more than thirty lashes one by one. The leather of the whip again and again snapped against her skin and coiled around her body like a snake. She responded with plaintive cries and useless struggles, but as they became weaker, her legs began to fail, and then the executioners saw that they had to end the punishment. After several blows with little response, the whip stopped at last, and she broke and fell exhausted into a bath of sweat and blood.

Silvia grabbed Philae's hand again, she just could not take her eyes off the body of Lucila now faint on the floor and marked with red lines and bruises.

- Were you ever beaten? She asked whispering and shaking hands excitedly, how does it feel?.

-No, my lady, never thanks to the gods, please, come away I cannot stand this.

'Not yet, I want .... I want to see more.

The centurion did not let it rest for a second to Lucila and pulling her hair made her stand up, first to show the public for all to see her marked body, and then took her to the cross where her lover suffered with the horn inserted through his anus. She then looked at the crucified slave and pitying his sufferings began to weep and lowered her face as she turned her wounded body to protect it from the lustful gaze of onlookers with her own arms.

 

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Silvia the Sadist, part 1b
by Sifaxnumida
translated by Google and Hangnail

- Look at him well said the cruel centurion, in a few hours you too will be on the cross, but before that you will show us how well you fuck.

She just looked at the centurion. Even knowing that those beasts were going to violate her she could only think of the sufferings of her beloved slave.

Cruelly the centurion took a rope and tied her arms sharply to the back so that she could not defend her self as she was raped. With a strong pair of knots at the elbows and wriststhe young woman's arms were immobilized and her breasts projected forward unnaturally. Once she was bound, the centurion kissed Lucila even though she resisted and began to rub her breasts and masturbating her before the eyes of the slave. Lucila closed her legs and kicked, trying to avoid being raped, but saw it was useless to resist longer.

- How about fucking this patrician, slave?. I hope fucking her was worth the pain of dying crucified, he said while caressing her breasts.

Lucila could not bear it, the centurion's caresses had made her nipples erect again and she looked away from her lover, feeling ashamed of that terrible stroking pleasure.

- Stop, pig, get your hands off, the slave said from the cross, but that only served to receive a lash across the chest forcing him to silence.

- Oh do not get mad, I'll share it with you, said the centurion while caressing her all over the body and bringing back his hand to her crotch. Lucila returned again to rebellious screaming when the centurion inserted his fingers into her sex, but it was useless and she burst into tears of rage and helplessness.

Suddenly the centurion looked back at the enormous penis of the slave, and nodded Aurelio to come over, whispered something in his ear and he laughed again sadistically.

The black executioner then climbed to the top of the stairs, took a small rope tied to a pole and brutally wrapped it around the slave's neck. The butcher skillfully made a tourniquet and started squeezing, asphixiating him slowly. Of course he did not want to kill him that way, so he adjusted the pressure only to restrict his breathing.

Naturally the slave began to choke, his face flushed and gave useless gasps like a fish out of water. When he began to choke his tongue protruded and his eyes rolled back. Immediately his penis began to grow due to lack of oxygen. This large member became stiff, thick and slightly curved upward like the cornu that impaled his ass.

A murmur of admiration and surprise then rose in the audience it was a wonder of nature, a genuine Priapus.

- No wonder that a bitch like you let herself be screwed by such a tail, said the centurion admiringly and enjoyed himself masturbating Lucila.

- Leave him, please, don't humiliate him any more, do to me me what you want, but let him alone.

- Not beautiful, do not you understand, do not want to humiliate him, on the contrary, we just want to see how you suck, .... for the last time.

The soldiers and executioners cruelly laughed seeing the look of horror on the young girl.

Lucila refused distressed, not for anything in the world would she do something so horrible.

- Oh come on, you're not going to tell me you haven't sucked cock, you're probbaly a better sucker than all the girls in the Aventine, we just want you to do it again and swallow his milk before all these people ....... You realize, we have never seen a noble patrician eat her slaves's cock....

All present laughed again.

- Look how he suffers, you could ease his pain, you know ... with your mouth.

- No, never, do you hear me?, Never said Lucila refusing the caresses of the executioner and protecting her nakedness with her hair as best she could.

- Figured you'd say that, but no matter, see, you, get the "crocodile".

Aurelio then rummaged in a chest and took out a long metal object. The crocodile was a terrible instrument of torture consisting of a hollow cylinder with a hinge at one end that allowed one to open and close its two longitudinal halves. At the other end stuck out two rows of sharp teeth that gave it its name. It was trimmed roughly showing the eyes, teeth and scales of the animal.

She was speechless with horror when the centurion explained its operation. First, the executioner would put the crocodile in a brazier until it is red hot, then apply it to the erect penis of the slave, and closing it would pull back slowly slowly skinning the member. The operation was repeated several times if the offender has not fainted or died under the searing pain.

After explaining in detail, Aurelio placed the crocodile in a brazier which was already warming up other instruments of torture.

Quietly, the young centurion warned that the slave would be "fellated" no matter what. She would have to choose whether she wanted to do it, because otherwise it would be done with the "crocodile". Lucila started to shake just to imagine something so horrible and looked in distress at her lover and then the centurion. He added quietly afterwards all her soldiers would fuck her and that if she did not voluntarily do everything he ordered he would use the "crocodile" on her beloved slave before his eyes. She had to chose. In fact the soldier did not need to threaten more and Lucila promised with tears that she would willingly do everything he ordered.

Thus, the poor girl began sucking the huge cock of her lover still shaking and crying. First she simply strolled the tip of her tongue slowly across the bright and smooth surface of his beautiful foreskin in full bloom. After this she returned to make another pass with her tongue as as the slave groaned and the soldiers chuckled. But after a while of licking, forced by the centurion, she had no choice but to stick it all in her mouth. Lucila barely fit in her mouth the huge penis of her slave, but the centurion would not let her get it out of the mouth, he was holding her neck and forced her to keep her face against the base of the member.

Despite the brutality of the scene, or perhaps because of this, Silvia became even more horny. This centurion was a beast, a man without heart and especially cruel. He could simply have scourged and crucified the two lovers, but it was evident that he was a sadist and enjoyed all that. Oddly this made him very attractive to her eyes.

In fact, seeing Lucila take it out of her mouth and spit on the floor, the guy forced her to shove it down her throat again and began to push the girl's head against the penis pushing it deep inside again and preventing her from taking it out as he patted her on the back and mocked her saying obscenities to his soldiers.

Meanwhile, they all also laughed and made lewd comments about that bitch who had killed her own father and was now able to give a blow job in public to her slave even though accomplice was already crucified.

Lucila tried everything possible to speed up this humiliating ordeal and desperate sucked with all her might, but by that she involuntarily impaled her lover's anus more deeply against the cornu and he oscillated between pain and pleasure. In fact the poor Lucila failed to make things go fast, and so had to strive for more than twenty minutes, nursing hard, the best she knew, until the man began to ejaculate, surprising her by spurting sperm all over her face.

Seeing the shots of cum on her face and her expression of disgust and despair, people clapped and cheered poor Lucila calling her a bitch and worse.

- Stay there, swallow it and finish by cleaning it up, bitch.

The centurion kept the girl's head against the penis and forced her to suck it until it was left clean and bright.

After seeing him do that, the soldiers had no qualms about raping the young Lucila in the most aberrant ways. Very eager to be the first to outrage her, Aurelio put a noose around her neck and pulled her forcing her to kneel. Then he pulled out his penis at her and ordered her to suck it too.

In the hours after Silvia was very excited at how dozens of men abused Lucila. First she was pushed to her knees with her hands tied behind her back so that they could use her mouth, had to suck more than fifteen men in turn until they ejaculated on her face, and she had to "voluntarily" pretend to enjoy it just to deliver her lover from the terrible crocodile bite. One after another, the sadistic soldiers covered her with a shower of sperm that coated her body, her face, breasts and thighs.

After that they put her on all fours and raped her in front and behind or in both places at once while she was doing blowjobs to other soldiers who stuck their cocks in front of her face. Lucila's anus was still in a virginal state, so she screamed and cried when those thugs sodomized her over and over again in front of everyone.

The spectacle was demeaning and morbid yet, however, more than the rape itself, Silvia was interested in what they were preparing to torture Lucila. Unlike the man, the executioner mounted the other cross on the ground and instead of an ox horn sedile they used an unusual sedile. For women Aurelio used a special double horn that he had brought from distant Numidia and that apparently belonged to a mysterious animal called rhinoceros. When she understood how they would use this sedile on Lucila's two holes, Silvia felt dizzy and no matter what anyone thought about her took her hand to her crotch through her clothes with the intention of caressing.

The soldiers spent a long time still raping the young patrician and even invited some of the spectators to do so, but after over an hour of rape, the centurion decided it was getting late and ordered them to crucify the women. To this end, the executioners pulled back the lustful mob, cut her bonds and four of them brutally laid her on the cross. Keeping her arms extended immobilized along the tree they prepared the grim instrument. Poor Lucila's body glistened, literally covered with sweat and sperm. She was breathing heavily waiting for the inevitable. The executioners stretched her legs and arms while approaching with the hammers and nails. She looked at the sharp black iron nails and a shiver of fear ran through her whole body, yet she shut her eyes and made the determination not to scream or beg for mercy while crucified.

The executioners took some time inserting the nails into wood blocks and sharpening the ends with a stone.

When they were ready, they two executioners placed the nails on Lucila. She could not stop shaking as she felt the tip of the two nails scratch her wrists, and the executioners raised their hammers to make the fatal strike. Suddenly the centurion who was supervising the execution, and was about to order that they hit the nail, heard a noise behind him. He turned and saw two guards violently grabbing a woman's arms. Silvia was taking advantage of the fact that everyone was distracted and had crossed the cordon of guards without any opposition and had come to the cross as if hypnotized by Lucila.

Realizing the intrusion, the soldiers caught her so violently they they ripped her slave clothes, so that one of her prominent breasts was exposed. The centurion was stunned to see that wonder and its beautiful owner.

- What are you doing here slave? Where is your master? He could not take his eyes of the chest.

- Let her go, said Philae who was behind her, struggling with another guard who was blocking her. How dare you? , Did not know who is the daughter of ....?

Philae could not finish the sentence because the hard look of her mistress ordered her to remain silent.

After the initial surprise, the centurion, overtaken with lust, violently grabbed Silvia by the hair and began to abuse her. First he placed a kiss on her lips and with morbid cruelty began to slowly pull down her dress to let her two breasts be exposed.

Silvia did not protest or say anything, paralyzed with terror while that sadist stripped and abused her and caressed her breasts with his eager hands while the guard kept her arms crossed behind her back.

- Interrupting an execution is a very serious crime, girl, he told her as he twisted one of her thick nipples with his fingers, do you want us to prepare another cross for you?.

- Only, I just wanted a closer look Silvia said enduring the pain and feeling her crotch moisten at the thought that they would crucify her.

- Really? Because we will give you what you ask, you will see in detail. We have begun to crucify her and you will see well because then we will do it to you.

Standing behind Silvia the centurion grabbed both breasts and started caressing and pinching. He lifted her skirt and put his hand between her legs making sure that she was wet with excitement.

Silvia's arms were now free but she did not resist but let this man abuse her and masturbate her at will.

Meanwhile, a few meters in front, without pausing the executioners began to crucify Lucila, nailing her wrists to the wood deck with loud beats. Despite the young girl's initial intention of enduring torture in silence, Silvia heard her screaming and twisting her body at every blow while the sadist centurion kept masturbating her. With three or four strokes nails were brutally driven into the wrists, fixing them to the wood thanks to small pieces of wood placed between the nail head and wrist. Lucila could not prevent herself from screaming in pain, her face red and distorted by suffering while thin streams of blood ran down her wrists. Lucila's body was arched painfully on the cross and only thanks to the four who held her was prevented from kicking.

Once solidly nailedby the arms, a large group of men went to work to lift the cross with Lucila hanging from it, which not so simple. Gasping and hurling expletives, eight men managed after great efforts to put the base of the cross in a deep hole and fit it in after they began to put it upright.

The audience applauded again when they saw the naked body of the beautiful girl hanging on the cross with open arms, kicking to avoid the horns of the rhinoceros as they scraped the inside of her thighs.

Lucila's young face was contorted with pain and from her wrists now slid thin trickles of blood snaking down her arms. But that was nothing compared to what awaited her. Once vertical, the executioners took both legs and, at a sign from the Numidian, impaled her on the horn of the rhinoceros.

Actually, Silvia did not fully register the struggling and the cries of Lucila as she was impaled by two holes at once --- Silvia was too busy with the orgasm that she was having at the hands of the centurion.

He realized and turned around smiling giving her a slap on the breasts so they slapped against each other.

- You're just a slut, slave, you just came all over my fingers, I noticed perfectly. Now kneel down and do your job while preparing your cross bitch. And saying this to Silvia he tried to force her to kneel in front of his stiff prick, but this time the young woman refused.

- Take off your hands off dirty commoner, did not you realize who I am?.

The centurion stopped short on hearing those words, and for the first time realized that this was not a simple slave.

- I'm Silvia Ulpia and have dared to publicly besmirch centurion, she said showing the ring with the coat of arms of her family. You will pay dearly.

Silvia said that fixing her dress and covering her nakedness as best she could while showing feigned indignation.

Such assurance in a young woman stunned the soldier.

- It is true, then told someone in the audience, is a noble patrician Ulpia Silvia, I know, but why is she dressed as a slave?

Quinto then realized his mistake, he had also heard of the rich young newcomer to Rome.

- Why, sorry ma'am.

- Tell me your name centurion, I complain of it to Caesar, may be you who ends up in one of your crosses.

- Me, my name is Quinto, my lady, forgive me, I did not recognize you.

Philae had rushed to the aid of her mistress and her headdress helped her cover herself.

It's okay centurion Quinto, she said more quietly but with authority, I'll think what I should do with you, and now you have execution work she said, signaling at Lucila with her eyes.

Silvia and her slave then pushed through the crowd and left the place before the astonished eyes of all present.

Quinto was shocked, humiliated before his men and the spectators who were still stunned. So as Silvia disappeared from his sight, he reacted angrily and ordered that they finish crucifying Lucila.

As she walked away, Silvia could still hear the screams of the unfortunate Lucila when executioners finished nailing her feet to the wood and she could not turn her body away when she saw Aurelio coming toward her with a red hot spit .....

That all happened a while ago, but now in her bed Ulpia Silvia smiled at the memory again. In fact, the next few days she enjoyed thinking about what would have happened if she had not revealed her identity in time. Each time she did she could not help masturbating as she was doing now. Surely those beasts would have raped and tortured her as they had Lucila. It is even possible that she would have been crucified with her. Fantasizing about it, Silvia stroked her sex harder and came screaming loudly for about a minute, but she did not stop her fingers from bringing her to a second orgasm, and she kept on and on remembering...

The following nights Silvia dreamed of that crucified girl and sometimes in her sleep Lucila took on her own face. The experience was so intense that the young patrician invariably woke up soaking wet and eager for caressing.

Finally, after a week like this, and when she could not take any more, she ordered Philae to find the centurion Quinto and bring him to her home.

(To be continued)

 

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The centurion is about to get some more work me thinks!!

 

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Here is a revised version of this story, I corrected some typos and some stilted phrases. I have supplied plain text (looks OK in a fixed-width font) and PDF.
I will try to translate the other parts of this story (there are 13 parts) but even with the help of Google Translate there is a fair amount of work involved fixing its mistakes and weird sentences.

 

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Nice story, thanks!

 

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In this thread I plan to post translations of parts 2, 3 and 4 of the "Silvia the sadist" series by sifaxnumida. The Spanish originals are at http://www.todorelatos.com/perfil/93064/
Part 1 was posted in this thread: http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/silvia-the-sadist-1-by-sifaxnumida.1866/

Here is part 2, as a text file and as a PDF.

Below I will place the story directly in the thread, split in to 2 posts.

 

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Silvia the Sadist, by sifaxnumida, part2a
Translated by Google and Hangnail

Several hours later, Silvia's slave Philae told her that the centurion was waiting in the atrium. Silvia pronounced herself pleased. She ordered a snack to be prepared, and she got dressed and perfumed herself for him, but first she left on her bed a special object that she had ordered that day.

She chose a silk robe of fine, soft fabric that showed her beautiful form. Silvia lay on the couch and when Quinto entered the room she ordered that they be left alone.

Entering the luxurious room decorated with frescoes, the centurion felt uncertain, not knowing why he had been summoned. He was also angry that this woman had power over him, whether or not she was a noble. At the end of the day she was just a girl. He was almost forty, and had been a soldier for over twenty years. He had seen it all and had raped and crucified dozens of girls like her. And now he had to bow before her. To Silvia, Quinto looked like a wild beast, but that only made him more exciting to her.

- Greetings Domina, he said in a haughty tone. Have you already denounced me to Caesar?

- Do not worry about that now, centurion .... you were only doing your duty, you could not know who I was ..... I forgive you this time.

And rising from the couch, she poured herself a glass of wine and raised it.

The movement was carefully calculated to show off her body under the thin, translucent fabric. Seeing how her breasts bounced under it, Quinto recalled with pleasure that he had already touched them and had to resist the urge to do it again.

Silvia offered him the cup, getting very close to him so that his nostrils inhaled the sweet fragrance of her perfume and gently taking his hand she invited him to accompany her and sit beside her.

The soldier was silent for a while not knowing what to think. But that did not prevent him from undressing her with his eyes.

- Why have you summoned me, Domina?

- Oh, the other day I was very surprised at your ability as an executioner and I thought you could be useful to me. Have you crucified many women?

The question bothered Quinto coming from a young girl, but he answered haughtily.

- Yes mistress, dozens of them.

- And you always violated them like that?

- Yes Domina, me and my men.

- Tell me if I had been a slave would you really have raped me too?

- Madam...

- Come, speak without fear

The centurion said Yes.

- Do you still want to? Silvia said, stroking his thigh and moving her body even closer to him.

- Madam, I ...

Without waiting for an answer, Silvia whispered as she stroked him,

- I might allow you to.

Quinto was surprised by the pleasure of her touch, but when he tried to kiss Silvia's lips she avoided him, still smiling.

Suddenly the she got up and patted him firmly.

Before summoning the servants, Silvia turned to him and smiling lasciviously said quietly

- If you please me, tonight you can share my bed .... I'll be your slave for hours and you do whatever you want ..... you can tie and whip me ..... if you wish.

Quinto was surprised to hear this.

Within seconds Philae reappeared.

- Yes Domina?

- Have them bring in the new girl.

- Yes my mistress.

Silvia sat down and without a word began kissing him.

To Quinto, her mouth and tongue felt like silk, and his hands went straight to those breasts he longed to touch.

But feeling his touch Silvia pulled away again, smiling.

- Not yet, Quinto, don't worry, later I will give you my body.

This game did not amuse the centurion, and he had to restrain himself from slapping the girl.

Silvia took another sip while watching the centurion with amusement, "The angrier the better," she said to herself.

A moment later Philae appeared again with two other slaves, Scylla and Varinia. Varinia was a very young black slave. The other two brought her in, dragging her by the arms and she was a little scared since the day before she had upset her mistress.

Silvia did not even look at the slaves.

- Do you like the black girl, Quinto? She whispered.

- She looks very young. Is she a virgin?

- She certainly is, that's why she was so expensive, but that does not matter now. Look Executioner, she said, raising her voice, The other day this stupid African girl cost me a fortune in the slave market. Then yesterday she broke an expensive bottle of polish.

Silvia looked sternly at the African girl who had to lower her head in shame.

- I've spent hours thinking about how to punish her without damaging her skin because I was thinking of offering her to my guests of honor the next time I hold a party. But I couldn't think of anything. I would be delighted if you could do it yourself. Can you think of a punishment?

- Oh yes, Domina. Quinto's instincts tingled at seeing that barely adolescent girl, held by the arms by the other two slaves and dying of fear.

- I can think of hundreds of things, but before deciding I would like to see the slave naked.

- Of course, of course. Both of you, strip off her clothes.

Scylla and Philae obediently undressed Varinia and took her over to Quinto so he could see her clearly.

With no clothes to cover her, Varinia was visibly shaking with fear but at a signal from her mistress she opened her legs, put her hands behind her head and had to turn around to show her body to the executioner.

The cruel centurion was delighted with what he saw and to have the chance to see up close the naked body of a black woman. Then without asking anyone's permission he stroked her backside like that of a calf. The girl was small and thin and had small little breasts, but her ass was round and stiff, ... it made Quinto want to bite it.

The poor trembling Varinia was scared to death that this sadist was touching her ass. Indeed she was a virgin and had never been naked in front of a man except the slave traders. She soon began to get aroused by the caresses of Quinto.

- My lady, said Quinto, patting Varinia's bottom, I would give her twenty strokes right here with a wooden paddle. It would indeed be a shame to mark such soft skin. She will learn the lesson and within days the marks will disappear.

- Only twenty?

- She is too young and I can see she has never been hit. She will faint if I give more.

- Very well Quinto, you're in charge, twenty strokes then.

On hearing that Varinia began to weep but at a hard look from her cruel mistress she wiped her tears with her hand.

- Apart from the paddle, I'll need a rope to tie her hands to one of those beams.

Silvia signaled the slaves to bring him everything he requested.

Quinto then took little Varinia by both arms. She resisted a little, but he controlled her, keeping her arms behind her back with an iron hand. With the other he began to fondle her small breasts and lick her skin. Varinia was quite short and the centurion had to bend his head down.

She continued to shake in the hands of her executioner thinking about the punishment that awaited her, but she did not dare to resist as he caressed her entire body at will and forced her to kiss his mouth.

Meanwhile Silvia drank some wine without showing much interest in how Quinto abused the girl. He sucked Varina's dark nipples while masturbating her, and Varinia closed her eyes and sighed feeling her sex grow tense under the expert touch of the soldier. As I said, the girl had never been with a man.

However, in a few minutes Scylla and Philae came back with the ropes and gave them to Quinto so he could tie Varinia properly.

- Allow me, Domina, Quinto said, shedding his robes leaving only a loincloth ..

- Oh yes, of course, I understand, you'll be more comfortable like that.

Despite his age, Silvia found Quinto to be a very attractive man. Military life kept him in good shape, and Silvia liked older men. Once half naked, the man grabbed the wooden paddle and gave himself three or four blows on the palm of his hand while looking sternly at Silvia.

She knew what that meant and looked down blushing and anticipating the pleasure she would experience that night with him.

Quinto then turned with the paddle and walked to where poor Varinia awaited him, tied with arms high and heart pounding at full speed. The other two slaves had tied her hanging from a ceiling beam with arms stretched above her head so that she had to stand on tiptoe.

Quinto paused for a moment to relish the sight of Varinia's rounded buttocks shiny with sweat. That would be the target of his blows.

The young African was visibly excited; her nipples were erect and she could not stop shaking. But before beginning the punishment, Quinto picked up her loincloth and after soaking it between the girl's legs, took her violently by the hair and put it in her mouth as a gag.

- I'll give you some advice Domina, Quinto said while masturbating Varinia again and pinching her nipples. Before punishing your slaves you should make them masturbate, they will be more sensitive and ready for the whip.

Silvia smiled at this, and followed very carefully how the executioner slowly masturbated the girl while the other two slaves were visibly uncomfortable watching this scene. Varinia may well have come to orgasm, judging by her cries.

In any case, after a while, Quinto wiped his wet fingers on her belly and with full malice and without warning gave her a smack on the bottom that shook her buttocks.

- MMMMMMPPFFFF

Varinia screamed and her whole body shook with pain.

Quinto smiled at her beautiful anguished eyes and gave a second, even harder blow on the ass, getting a similar response.

Silvia smiled, very aroused watching the suffering of Varinia and the other two slaves red with shame.

Smack! Smack! Quinto continued punishing the young African woman with all his strength and anger, while Varinia spun around, crying and screaming. She lifted her legs and twisted around begging for mercy, but Quinto calmly managed to hit her squarely on the rear end with audible cracks.

The other two slaves did not know where to look and Silvia enjoyed the new game like a bitch in heat. Watching this treatment of the body of her slave, she surreptitiously slipped her hand between her clothes and began to masturbate.

- Smack! MMMMMPPPPFFFF! PPPPPFFAAAVVV!

Varinia spun around hanging from her bonds still screaming and her body shining with perspiration. Vainly she tried to protect her backside and lifed her feet, but Quinto just had to wait for her to get tired and give her another slap on the ass.

- Smack! UUUAAAAA!

On the tenth stroke, Quinto approached Silvia; he was sweating and went to drink some wine. Behind him Varina could be hard sobbing uncontrollably.

- You know Domina?, Quinto said after a sip of wine. You should teach your other slaves how to use the paddle.

Scylla and Philae looked at him horrified and then looked at each other in disbelief.

Silvia was surprised by the suggestion. It had never occurred to her, but when she heard it she loved the idea.

- You mean they ...?

- Yes my lady Silvia, why not?

Silvia smiled excitedly.

- You are right, why not, let them punish her themselves. What fun.

Quinto put the glass down and approached Scylla with the paddle.

When the executioner offered her the paddle, she refused it, looking indignantly at her mistress, but it only took a sharp command and the slave obeyed.

Scylla was a woman in her late twenties, tall, dark and with beautiful black eyes. Silvia's father bought her when she was born, to be Silvia's playmate and help educate her. From childhood Silvia regarded her almost as her older sister. Silvia had no mother, and when she lost her toe, Scylla was the one who comforted her. But now Scylla was just a slave and Silvia was her mistress whose every command she had to obey whether she liked it or not.

Despite having the paddle in hand, Scylla did not want to punish young Varinia. She had never done anything like this and certainly not in front of the centurion. Obviously this sadistic man had deranged her mistress. Philae had told her what happened at the crucifixion of Lucila and from that day it seemed that Silvia had gone mad, was not the same, and had become a cruel and sadistic woman.

- Go on Scylla, obey, or I'll tell Quinto to whip you.

Scylla was surprised at her mistress's words, never would she have imagined that she would do that. But her mistress insisted again and threatened, and Scylla had no choice but to obey, so she went over to poor Varinia with the paddle in hand. Then she brought the paddle back and after a moment's hesitation hit her in the ass cheeks.

The blow was much milder than those Varinia had already received, so she just groaned.

- Harder!, Silvia said angrily.

Urged by her owner, Scylla took a deep breath, gripped the paddle and hit her with all the force she could, but still it was not enough.

- Idiot, didn't you hear me?, Hit her harder or you'll regret it.

- Sorry Domina, said Quinto with amusement, Your slave can not hit harder because her clothes bother her, ....... tell her to remove them.

Scylla looked alarmed at her mistress, but she just nodded, this game was pleasing her more and more.

- You heard, Scylla, She said laughing, remove it all.

- But mistress, I ...

- I told you to obey.

- Your slaves are very disobedient lady, Quinto said casually, you should punish them more often.

- Again you are right, Centurion. Come on Scylla, what are you waiting for? Or do you want the position of this African?

Indeed it seemed that her mistress had gone mad, but Scylla saw that there was no alternative, so, numb with shame and fury, she began to undress before the lustful eyes of Quinto. In fact, the slave had not known any man, except Silvia's own father, of course. Quinto surveyed her beautiful anatomy without the slightest pretense and made a couple of comments on her butt. As we said Scylla was tall with shapely legs crowned by a round hard butt that a whole cohort would sacrifice iself for. As if this were not enough, Scylla's breasts were hardly less than Silvia's, although they had sagged a little.

Humiliated and angry at being naked in front of this sadistic pervert, Scylla began to strike Varinia with all her might and made the African shout about as loudly as before.

Silvia smiled, delighted watching Scylla's movements. She flexed her muscles and unloaded one blow after another with all her might. She looked quite extraordinary, giving lashes naked, sweating and puffing from the effort, with tits and ass quivering with each blow. Quinto smiled to "compliment" Scylla's breasts but she only looked at him with hatred and renewed her blows with greater force. Varinia kept screaming and asking for mercy while Silvia was smiling, very excited at the possibilities of this new fun.

Meanwhile, Quinto soon separated himself from them and went to Philae smiling with lust.

Seeing him approach, she trembled and looked down, and when Quinto went to take her clothes off with a lusty smile she even resisted. Philae was a beautiful Greek girl the same age as Silvia or perhaps a little less, dark and thin, with very dark long hair and big black eyes.

As Quinto undressed her, Philae looked with worry and embarrassment at her mistress, but Silvia enjoyed it all and it aroused her, so she let the centurion do as he wished.

Quinto did not stop at stripping Philae but when he had taken all her clothes off began to kiss her. She allowed him to kiss and caress her, feeling a thousand and one shivers of pleasure. The young Greek was also a virgin, but had long wanted to stop being one. She never imagined it would happen this way, with the sadistic executioner, but to his surprise she was not displeased at all.

Meanwhile, Scylla did not even cast a glance at her companion, she was filled with rage at the inexplicable power of this man over her mistress, and she made the black girl pay, using the paddle to wring screams of pain from Varinia.

While the torment of the unhappy African continued, Quinto wasted no time and had Philae kneel and suck his member.
Again the young woman did not know what to do with Quinto's cock in front of her face and she looked at her mistress ashamed.

- Obey!, Said Silvia sharply, but don't let him come on your face or you will occupy the position of Varinia.

Philae just nodded and obeyed, shut her eyes, inhaled deeply the smell of a man's sex, sticking out her tongue began to lick gently. The gentle touch of human flesh made her nipples erect with pure pleasure, it was the first time she had sucked and she really liked it.

Silvia looked at the scene with curiosity and a certain envy. She had not ever done that with any man, and had to admit that Quinto was well equipped, not so much as Lucila's slave but not bad at all. Savoring a sip of wine, the young patrician again caressed between her thighs without losing track of the act of fellatio. She told herself that she too would suck it but in private, without witnesses, after all she was noble and there were certain things she could not stoop to.

Philae went on and on licking and sucking and after a while already had Quinto's member fully inserted in her mouth as he had by the hair and was holding her face against his balls sighing with pleasure. She in turn held her balance with her hands gripping the centurion's thighs, her eyes closed and slime dripping down on her thighs while the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat again and again. Unthinkingly, the beautiful Greek girl reached down and began to play with her own sex.

-What nerve, thought Silvia shocked, this slut is masturbating in front of me without my permission.

 

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Silvia the Sadist, by sifaxnumida, part 2b
Translated by Google and Hangnail


Meanwhile, Scylla had ended the painful assault on Varinia's rear, and, her body shiny with sweat, swept the wet hair from her face and said panting to Silvia

- There, mistress.

- Are you satisfied my lady?, Quinto said, withdrawing his cock from Philae's mouth and leaving it there with an inch of her nose.

- Yes, yes I am, centurion, I am very satisfied.

- Very well, then if I am not mistaken it is now your turn. Saying this, Quinto took the paddle from Scylla's hands and waved it threateningly at her mistress. His stiff shiny cock seemed to wave threateningly at her as well.

Silvia was surprised at the boldness of the centurion, but she felt a shiver of pleasure, put down her cup, rose from her couch and went over to Quinto. Finally the long-awaited moment had arrived. Without another word she took his hand and invited him to follow her to her room, very excited.

- What shall we do with her?, said Scylla, referring to the still-sobbing Varinia hanging by her arms.

- Ah yes, Philae, take the paddle and give her another twenty strokes. I want to hear that bitch screaming from my room.

- No

- What, what did you say?, Silvia stood.

Philae answered softly, covering her nakedness with her arms.

- Do not make me, mistress, no ... I can not do that, it's cruel.

Silvia was about to slap her, but strangely refrained from showing anger at the refusal of the slave.

- Okay, so leave her there all night, don't take her down until until sunrise, and perhaps she'll learn to be more careful.

As she left, Silvia looked Philae with an enigmatic smile, which made her avert her gaze. The worried Greek girl knew that Silvia was up to something, and that she would not get away freely ... she knew it well.

Back in her room, Silvia closed the door from the inside and lit an oil lamp while still looking at Quinto. She moved with the agility of a cat and her body was visible through the fabric of her dress. After placing the lamp, she took a long whip was coiled on the bed and placed at Quinto's feet with submissive reverence, then walked a few steps and still smiling and looking in to his eyes, undressed before him without further ado. She released the clip and belt that held her dress and the soft silk slid over her skin to the ground, leaving her completely naked.

Then the young patrician was transformed into a slave. She lowered her eyes and, hands on the back of her neck, turned around to give him a good look at the back of her body. She had a soft, round butt and long and shapely legs. Although she had turned her back, ber breasts visibly bulged out on either side of her body.

- Did you like this centurion? She said, looking back at him over her shoulder with desire.

- You are a goddess, my lady.

Silvia smiled and, a little flattered, leaned forward, lowered her hands, put them in the crack of her buttocks and separated them, showing Quinto the hole of the anus and the lips of her hairless vagina.

- As you see, I'm a virgin, a centurion

Quinto smiled thinking how lucky he was.

Silvia turned to smile at him, approached him and curled her arms around Quinto's neck, kissed him for a long time, then knelt before his stiff member. She took it with both hands very excited, noticing its strange smell. It seemed alive, and throbbing between her fingers. Although she hesitated a little, the noble patrician wanted to experience the same as Philae and put it in her mouth, but first things first.

Before beginning her fellatio, and while stroking the tip of his member with her fingernail, she told her lover that from then until sunrise he could consider her his slave and could take her as he wished, from in front, behind or in both holes. She also invited him to tie her to the two columns in the center of the room, about four feet apart. However, she said she did not want to be hit with the paddle, but had spent days desiring to be whipped as Lucila, and so had brought the whip.

You will be pleased in all aspects, my lady, said Quinto checking the flexibility of the whip with a sdaistic grin.

- How stupid was that Philae, Silvia said, beginning to suck gently on Quinto's member, to believe that she could have something so delicious. And after saying that she closed his eyes and remembering poor Lucila took it deep in her the mouth until the centurian emitted a moan of pleasure.

Silvia continued masturbating while remembering that first time. Quinto's cock was soft and warm and she felt perfectly how it throbbed on her lips. It was a wonderful feeling, sucking something so beautiful, so she kept it going as long as she could.

Meanwhile Quinto was as cruel and perverse with her as always with women. Withdrawing from her mouth after a long session of fellatio he showed no gesture of tenderness with her but brutally grabbed her by the hair and forcing her to stand up, tied her directly to the two poles with legs and arms apart and stretched apart to the limit. With animal cruelty, the sadistic executioner was eager to subject her to the punishment that she herself had chosen.

When Quinto bound her and restricted her movements, Silvia felt an inexplicable pleasure watching him handle the ropes, make the knots and tighten them at her wrists and ankles. She sighed with pleasure, her heart beating at full speed. Only when she was completely tied up and helpless did the man began fondling and kissing her. He said nothing to her, just kissed and licked her naked body and especially her round breasts.

The young patrician felt great pleasure when Quinto took her sensitive nipples into his mouth while his fingers repeatedly stroked her labia and clitoris. Quinto was very skilled at rubbing a woman and Silvia soon began to sigh with pleasure. He sucked her breasts over and over for a long time. However, Silvia suddenly uttered a wild shriek when a lightning bolt of pain went through her body.

Quinto withdrew his head from her chest and then she could see his teeth marks on both sides of her nipple. She looked at him blankly, why had he done that?. Silvia abruptly realized that the look of Quinto had changed suddenly had become more harsh and cruel like a hungry wolf. Suddenly she felt afraid and, and even more so when he took the whip off the bed.

- Are you going to whip me?, she said with an air of regret.

Quinto did not respond but cracked the whip against the air.

That sound sent a chill through Silvia. She looked at her chest and saw a small drop of blood flowing from it.

Now it was real, she would be flogged, however, before whipping her Quinto wrapped the lash of the whip around her neck and pulling on the handle proceeded to violate her vagina.

She would remember all her life being deflowered this brutal fashion. The man did not feel any pleasure, driving his cock like a weapon and not as an instrument of pleasure. The human mind is strange: while Quinto fucked her so hard, Silvia closed her eyes and imagined she was a slave and was being raped in the dungeons of the palace. With that fantasy she was able to cum first, despite the pain. The centurion was experienced enough to know that she had just had a glorious orgasm, but went on fucking her, wringing even more intense moans from her. Finally, after thrusting and thrusting, Quinto exploded into her vagina and only then proceeded to the flogging.

At the last moment, Silvia was overtaken with fear and asked him not to keep her gagged during her punishment, in case she needed to let him know that she could not stand it. However, this time Quinto did not obey her but, to her terror, gagged her brutally.

- Poor fool, thought the man sadistically, she thought she could still control of the situation ...... but she wanted it. Maybe the next day she would order him crucified for his impudence, but that night the Lady Silvia Ulpia would visit a Hell of torture on her own wishes.

With a devilishly sadistic smile, Quinto stood before the girl and, looking deep into her eyes, began to whip her with all the cruelty of which he was capable. Silvia's prominent, round breasts were now defenseless, and quickly attracted the attention of her lover and received the first "caresses" of the whip again and again.

Silvia, masturbating fiercely, remembered each of those hateful whiplashes on her sensitive breasts as if they were taking place at this moment ..... With a violent impact, the whip, with a dreadful hiss, curled around her body, then the tip hit the skin with violence and devilish accuracy and she screamed uncontrollably: Quinto could not get enough of marking her tits with the whip, over and over, again and again, with an unstoppable rhythm ..... endless and hopeless. Then he moved on to the rest of her body: stomach, back, buttocks, legs, breasts again .. ... the intimate regions between her thighs, ...... no part of her except her face was safe from the hateful sting of the whip. And after each stroke of the whip Quinto jerked it back so that the leather cut her skin.

On the third or fourth lash Silvia finally understood it, understood the writhing with agony and the desperate cries of Lucila when she was flogged, and she screamed and cried, repenting and begging for mercy.

The memory of it was very effective. Silvia continued masturbating harder and came again to orgasm. Remembering that first flogging always made her cum violently. If Quinto had not gagged her, the young patrician would, by the third or fourth whiplash, have howled and begged him to loosen her, but with her mouth gagged she could do nothing, nothing ...

After an endless series of lashes, Quinto finally took off the gag to kiss her.

- Enough, please enough, said the young woman, desperately panting and crying.

In reply, Quinto slapped her.

- Shut up bitch slave, he said, this has only just begun.

- Let me go, pig, do you hear? Let me go I say, ...I,... I command you.

But Quinto did not pay her any attention, on the contrary, he coldly replaced the gag, reducing her protests to unintelligible sounds, along with angry glaring and cowering in indescribable fear. Then he turned his attention to her back and continued the cruel flogging. This time Quinto masturbated, enjoying watching Silvia's beautiful body stretched like an animal skin and shaking at the impact of the repeated lashes that crossed her back and ass, between howls of pain and useless shuddering. The young patrician, used to living between cotton sheets, was being treated like a slave for real this time, and with every lash she deeply regretted having surrendered herself to this sadist.

To Silvia that night seemed long, very long. Bound and gagged, the minutes passed desperately slowly and the lashes seemed to come without end. And yet Quinto always made his prisoner experience pain and pleasure in equal measure, whipping her, masturbating her, and fucking with her so that she had orgasm after orgasm. Finally, when the sun rose and he was finished with her, he marched out of her mansion leaving her handcuffed in a very humiliating position.

So when the slaves came into the apartment of his mistress as they did every morning,they found her on the floor hands and feet tied to the lower legs of her bed, bent double with her head between her wide-spread legs, her pussy completely open and exposed. Quinto of course left her gagged and with the handle and the tip of the whip firmly inserted in her two holes. Philae and Scylla and could not help but smile at discovering her tied in such a grotesque manner. Silvia noticed and, deeply humiliated, vowed that it would cost them dearly.

With her whole body burning and stinging, and dying of humiliation, the noble patrician commanded her slaves to untie her. Once released, she unleashed her pure rage on them with smacks and screaming. Her first reaction was to denounce Quinto before the praetor of the city, his immediate superior. That pig was done for, he had raped and humiliated her before her slaves. Quickly she demanded writing paper ... she was a noble Roman and those commoners they would all pay together ....

When she had finished writing, Silvia called Philae and ordered her to take the letter to the judgment hall.

(To be continued)

 

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The translations are excellent. When it is finished it will be archived.

 

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I have finished the translation of part 3 of the "Silvia the sadist" series by sifaxnumida. The Spanish originals are at http://www.todorelatos.com/perfil/93064/

Here it is as a text file and as a PDF.

Below I will place the story directly in the thread, split in to 2 posts.

 

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Silvia the Sadist, by sifaxnumida, part 3a
Translated by Google and Hangnail


The next day at sunset, Philae left Silvia's house with a letter from her owner. The young slave girl walked along, feeling very nervous about the message entrusted to her. Normally she hated having to pass near the Praetorium and even more so having to go inside. The day before, when she went looking for the centurion, she had limited herself to asking at the door, and he had come out, called by a guard, but this second time the soldiers, with some joking around, made her come in to the emergency room and then closed the gate. They were bored and the presence of this beautiful young slave was a pleasant novelty.

Philae was shaking with fear just to be in this dreadful place at the mercy of these animals. She had heard horror stories about the appalling tortures practiced in the dungeons of the Praetorium and could not take her mind off the terrible execution of Lucila and her slave which she had seen just days before. She did not want to even imagine that something similar could happen to her.

Centurion Quinto lay on the cot in his cell, resting and remembering the night of pleasure that he had anjoyed with the patrician Silvia Ulpia. It had been good to spank and fuck a beautiful young noblewoman, but deep down Quinto was not satisfied with anything less than the real thing.... what he'd give to have her in his power between these walls. ....then he would really make her cry....... The centurion smiled thinking about the pleasure he would take in her, though it was surely impossible for something like that to happen, so he would settle for just being her lover. Well, not even that, because after what he did to her that night it was quite possible that the woman would want revenge. Perhaps she would finally denounce him to Caesar. Well, .... at his age he wasn't afraid of much.

- Hail centurion. With your permission?. A soldier knocked at the door.

- What's up?, What do you want?.

- The slave who came yesterday and asked for you is out there again.

- Philae?, Quinto said to himself as he arose quickly from the bed.
What does she want now?

- I don't know, but she said she's bringing a sealed letter.

Quinto was quiet, thinking the worst. A letter?

- Centurion, did you hear me?.

- Yes, yes, you can now go.

The officer finished dressing and went to the guard room.

Indeed, there was the slave belonging to Silvia, covering her face with her headscarf before the lustful eyes of the guards and the unpleasant attentions that they lavished on her.

Quinto's looked sternly at her and then turned to the guards looking even more serious.

- What are you still doing here?, Take another walk along the battlements if you don't want me to have you whipped, idlers.

The guards reluctantly followed his order and left Philae alone with the centurion.

- What does your mistress want now?, He said, pulling open her face veil. Philae tried to keep her face hidden, but the cloth slipped away between her fingers. Her agitation made her even more beautiful, with those big dark eyes.

Philae's voice trembled as she spoke. She had hardly slept a wink all night, knowing she would be seeing him again. Quinto excited her and scared her.

- I'm sorry sir, my, my mistress told me to bring you these coins as payment, ..... as you know, as payment for yesterday, and she told me that today you have to do another service and she is paying you for that in advance.

The centurion took the coins, intrigued, wondering what had become of the letter. She must be trying to hide it.

- Tell your mistress that I am always at your service, he said, gaining time in order to get to see the letter.

Quinto thought that Philae would go and deliver the letter to the prefect and immediately go away, but the slave girl stood still, not daring to speak.

- It there something more you want?.

Philae visibly trembled and the veil fell to the ground showing her dark hair.

-There's something more .... the thing is ...

- Tell me.

- My mistress gave me this letter but did not tell me who it was for. The name is written on the letter itself.

Quinto was surprised again, he'd thought the letter was addressed to the praetor.

- You can't read?

- No, my lord

- Why didn't you say so?

Quinto took the envelope and after breaking the seal, quickly read what was written.

Philae could not see what was in the letter but she saw how he looked at her and a chill ran through her.

- What... what does the letter say?

Quinto closed it again without answering.

- It says you should come with me.

- Where to?

- You'll see.

Philae hesitated to follow him, she did not understand; she thought that her mistress was writing to the praetor to complain about Quinto. He suddenly grabbed her arm without letting her pick up her veil.

Without further ado, Quinto dragged the slave to the parade ground. At that time the courtyard of the fortress was swarming with soldiers, each busy with his chores: some acting as instructors, others training with weapons, but most were doing other more mundane things, cleaning their clothes, taking care of the horses or simply playing dice. Seeing Philae, some stopped what they were doing and looked at that beautiful girl whom the centurion was dragging by the arm.

Some drew the logical conclusion. In the Pretorio there were no women, certainly not women as pretty as the Greek girl. The men eyed her hungrily. Philae looked at them with fear and worry, where was Quinto taking her?

Actually she did not have to walk far because the centurion took her directly to a corner of the yard where legionnaires who had committed some fault were punished.

The place was equipped with various devices to hold disobedient Legionnaires in various positions. Among them was one that was currently occupied by a rowdy soldier, just over thirty years old. The man was being punished for being drunk at the barracks last night. Quinto himself had ordered that the legionnaire receive forty lashes and stay in the pillory naked all day without food and with little water. Proudly Quinto showed him to Philae.

She looked at the man with pity and fear. The legionnaire had his neck and wrists trapped in the pillory and was therefore obliged to remain bent over. His legs were kept apart and knees bent as his ankles were tied to the legs of the pillory. The position was certainly awkward and ridiculous, his rear end projected backwards, completely open and the balls and penis hanging between his legs obscenely. Besides the man was criss-crossed with whip marks, and flies gorged themselves in his wounds making the punishment particularly unbearable.

- I have good news, Macro, the centurion told him, showing him Philae. You were supposed to be in the pillory until dusk, but now I need it for this beauty.

Philae felt her sphincter loosen at that. What was he saying?.

The centurion looked at her like a hungry wolf and she just managed to shake her head saying no.

- Undress, precious, take it off all, Quinto said, with casual cruelty.

Philae could not believe it, to be naked in front of all those men and restrained so humiliatingly .... then she remembered Lucila and a cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

- No, no, please, not here, .... no, .... please ...., she whispered back.

Then iron hands caught her from behind and forced her to take two steps forward. It was another soldier who had taken her by surprise.

- Hey, where are you going, beautiful? Who is she, Quinto? One of your whores?

-Oh no, she's a slave I have been commanded to punish and deflower.

He said this showing the letter from Silvia, and then Philae realized with chills of terror that she had unknowingly brought this punishment order with her.

The soldier laughed, a virgin no less!, And not ugly! He threw Philae over to Quinto so that he received her in his arms.

Then a large group of curious soldiers came over to them, jostling to see.

- Come on slave, strip, Quinto insisted again, these soldiers are bored and want to see your body before fucking you.

Philae recalled the brutality with which he had raped Lucila before crucifying her, and began to shake desperately.

Quinto spun her around and slapped her.

- Come on, stupid cunt, take of your clothes yourself, or else they'll tear them off and you'll have to go home covered in rags, is that what you want?.

Quinto released her and Philae realized that there was no alternative, so she started to obey. It was very humiliating. More than thirty soldiers surrounded her eagerly looking forward to possessing her, and she had to undress in front of them all. She did what she had to do, slowly, slowly, trembling and with tears in her eyes. The soldiers did not make a sound; they remained silent while this virgin girl undressed for them.

Once naked, Philae crossed her legs and concealed her breasts and groin with her arms, gazing at the ground.

- Little sow, look how she acts all uptight. You weren't so modest yesterday with my dick in your mouth! Philae would not even answer, mortified.

- Very well, as you see, your mistress has ordered in this letter that you be severely punished for your disobedience yesterday and I myself am to handle your deflowerinng. Indeed I will, and after me all these soldiers will do it too, but first we want to see what a whore you are. Spread your legs and fondle yourself.

The soldiers smiled at the prospect. Some had already taken out their penises and begun to masturbate in view of the naked girl.

Philae looked at the centurion in horror. Fondle what? I couldn't...?

- Come on, you understood me very well. I want you to show us what naughty antics you get up to in your room when you're alone.

Philae blushed, it was true, for the last few years she had regularly fingered herself before going to sleep, fantasizing about making love to a handsome young man.

The soldiers saw her embarrassment and mocked her with more cruelty.

- Come on girl, we're waiting, open your legs and touch yourself.

- No, no.

Philae refused to co-operate, and when two guards were about to seize her in a way that would have ripped her arms from her body, Quinto ordered them to stay put.

- Let's see if you understand, slave. Your mistress has not specified what type of punishment we should subject you to. I was thinking of just a whipping in the pillory, but if you do not obey we will have take you down to the torture chamber and deliver you to Aurelio, and he will do much worse things to you, do you prefer that?.

- No, please, not that. Philae remembered the Numidian executioner very well, and a chill of terror ran through her body.

- You choose.

- Please ...

- Are you going to obey?

- Yes, yes, I will obey but don't deliver up that man, he's... he's horrifying.

- Very well then get your legs open and put your hands behind your head, I want everyone to see you well.

With tears in her eyes Philae obeyed, spreading her legs and submissively putting her hands behind her head, drawing a murmur of admiration from the soldiers. Philae was small and thin and had round breasts, a flat stomach and a tight little ass, her hips were gently rounded and one could tell that between her legs there was a juicy sex, as smooth as silk. Her dark hair, long and curly, reached her mid-back and made her seem like one of the goddess that the Greeks painted on their ceramics. Having to show her entire body to those pigs gave Philae goosebumps and made her nipples perk up.

Smiling cruelly, the centurion slid his fingers between her legs, checking that what he found there was was hot and moist.

- What a slut!, This slave is wet from thinking about what we will do with her. Now, touch yourself there until you cum, you're dying for it and we want to watch.

At this degrading humiliation Philae broke down and at last abandoned all resistance. She brought her hand to her groin and began to caress herself. At first, the slave girl closed her eyes from sheer embarrassment and began awkwardly touching and rubbing. But gradually she began to masturbate with more skill and confidence. One learns quickly when it comes to such things.... Seeing her do it, none of the men said anything, so she opened her eyes and saw many soldiers following her example. Quite involuntarily, Philae was aroused by the sight of all those dicks, some small and pathetic, and other large and thick, stiff as staffs, all different from each other .... and every one of them would enter her, first by the mouth and then between her legs and then maybe .... perhaps also from behind, as they did with Lucila. Philae felt dizzy just thinking about it and masturbated harder.

- What happened to Miss Shrinking Violet? Hey, slut, not so fast, I want you to stop just when you are about to come.

Philae obeyed again and after a minute actually stopped masturbating. Her pussy was visibly engorged and wet, and she was red with excitement. Quinto suddenly grabbed her again and pulled her body to the pillory, so that her pussy was right in front of Macro's face.

Hey you, eat this slave's pussy and make her come, ..... we won't let you out of the stock until it's done.

The soldiers were bent over with laughter. Without doubt, the sadistic centurion knew how to make them laugh at the expense of a poor virgin girl and a drunken legionnaire.

Forced by Quinto, Philae reached down to her pussy to separate the labia, while the legionnaire in the pillory licked her sex slowly and gently. Once again she felt shame at what she was doing in public and looked away, but the movements of her body soon betrayed her.

You could tell that Philae had never done anything like it in her life, but after the initial embarrassment, her eyes began to close and sighs came from her parted lips. It must have been unintentional, but some of the soldiers even heard the slave murmuring to Macro to continue and not stop, as she stood on tiptoe and made his task easier by opening her legs wider. In fact, Philae was so hot and aroused that when she came on Macro's mouth she lost control and, still moaning, let loose some pee from pure pleasure.

Macro immediately turned his face away, coughing and spitting.

- This bitch pissed me, get me out of here, snarled Macro, enraged at the way his fellow soldiers laughed at him.

Then one of the soldiers impatiently grabbed her arm and holding her, started kissing her.

- Hey, hang on, Quinto said, snatching her away. Before that, this bitch has to thank Macro what he's done for her. He grabbed Philae by the hair and an arm and sent her almost flying towards Macro's rear end.

Brutally he forced her to kneel and thrust her face between the buttocks of the soldier. Philae found herself forced to lick his anus and scrotum. Dying of disgust, she then had to suck his balls and cock. Totally degraded by her own excitement, the girl did not resist and kept licking the crotch of the man even when Quinto stopped forcing her. After a while the centurion pulled her face away again and said something in her ear.

Then Philae was really terrified and began to lick the man's anus gently with the tip of her tongue as she stroked his cock with her hands and masturbated it.

- That's the way, bitch, don't stop squeezing him until you've swallowed his milk, one soldier said. Indeed, Philae looked just as if she were milking a cow, crouching and stroking the soldier's cock nonstop while sodomizing him with her own tongue.

 

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Silvia the Sadist, by sifaxnumida, part 3b
Translated by Google and Hangnail


By this time the Greek girl was almost totally uninhibited so after occupying herself with his ass for a while, she got the tip of the man's cock pointed backwards and despite its strong taste of urine eagerly sucked it while masturbating him.

- That's not what you expecting, Macro huh? ... Usually you do all the work of fucking ..

The soldiers laughed even more at their partner who simply could not hide the enormous pleasure he was feeling and was sighing with pleasure.

It was probably because of inexperience, but Philae stopped the Legionnaire from coming too quickly, but kept on sucking, which only served to prolong the man's pleasure. The guy trembled and his eyes went blank as the soldiers were taunting him. Philae kept his cock in her mouth for a while, sucking it wildly, until the man's sighs became more and more intense and he let out a roar while a hot creamy fluid filled her mouth.

Undaunted, the woman took it all without missing a drop, closing her eyes and swallowing. The centurion came back and pulled her hair, forcing her to sit up. Then he showed her to everyone.

- Open your mouth and show us Macro's sperm. But of course Philae could not show anything because she had swallowed it all, so when she opened her mouth there was nothing in it.

- I was right, from the first time I saw you I knew you were just a slut.

After having some more fun mocking the poor slave girl, the Centurion asked his soldiers if the slut deserved to be punished in the pillory and all agreed yes. So he commanded that Macro finally be freed that Philae take his place. He also ordered them to go and get the implements of torture.

By now the beautiful Greek girl was like a rag doll and did not raise any resistance or objections. Opening the upper jaw of the pillory, they released Macro and placed Philae there instead. She took the position voluntarily and without anyone forcing her put her neck and wrists on the semicircular recesses in the wood. Then the centurion threw her hair in front to keep it out of the way and fastened the heavy upper board in place, immobilizing her head and hands. This done, he forced her to separate her legs and tied her ankles to the legs of the pillory.

As had happened with the legionnaire, this forced her to bend her knees and spread her legs in a grotesquely unnatural position, with her small bottom sticking out and her two orificies exposed. Philae's slit was covered with fine dark hairs that continued smoothly around to become a dark bush on her mound of Venus, but it did not hide her sex which at that moment was pink and open, glistening with a drop of whiteish fluid which slid slowly down, threatening to drip on the ground. Meanwhile her anus was closed tight. Taken by that wonderful spectacle, Quinto caressed her smooth thighs and licked his lips just thinking what she would feel when he deflowered her.

In fact, before penetrating her he caressed her slit until she was on the point of having an orgasm. This done, he took out his penis and, having stroked it and greased it with its own pre-cum, began to penetrate her vagina. Philae was so wet and ready that the centurion's penis went in easily and hurt only when it broke her hymen. Seeing blood on the penis, the Legionnaires laughingly said that there was now one less virgin in the world. Indeed, it didn't take long for Philae to stop seeming like a virgin, crying out with pleasure as he fucked her.

- What a screamer! said a legionnaire who had been masturbating, I'm going to plug her mouth with this. And he put his penis in front of her face, touching her lips. At first, Philae was surprised that they wanted to fuck her mouth as well, but after the initial shock she did not resist. The man stuffed it in, and her screams became muffled rhythmic sounds. The rest of the men jerked themselves while waiting their turn, each and every one of them would fuck Philae as many times as he wanted because the centurion had said that she would remain in the pillory until sunset.

Meanwhile Quinto went on and on thrusting. The Greek slave's virgin pussy was particularly tight, which was very effective and he was about to cum so he kept fucking her with growing verve and fury. So strong were the centurion's thrusts that her breasts danced wildly back and forth. Very impatient, two of the legionnaires slid underneath her and began to suck on her breasts, joking that if she was a "wolf", they could be Romulus and Remus.

Then beautiful Philae realized how extraordinarily sensitive her nipples were, because nobody had ever sucked on them that way. Four men were working on her at the same time and that made her feel the onset of a sweet orgasm. A few minutes later, Quinto came in her vagina, tightly grabbing her hips and with two or three strong thrusts emptied himself into her. Coincidentally, the man in front of her ejaculated all over her face and then Philae herself came. Quinto did not withdraw from her, but continued fucking her until he regained his erection. Meanwhile, a second Legionnaire took over from the first and renewed the fucking of her mouth.

Few women have been deflowered as was the Greek slave, so brutally and by so many men at once. It took almost two hours and the soldiers never seemed to tire of taking their turn to penetrate her, but for now none dared to take her anus.

Then Philae saw, coming towards them, what seemed like a vision of Hades himself. A soldier who she had been sucking for a long time suddenly came in her face and backed away. Philae saw, between eyelids dripping with white semen, Aurelio the executioner. He had brought his trusty cat of nine tails and a wooden box which he placed on the floor in front of the pillory.

- Hello beautiful, I'm told that you must be punished.

- No, no, please, no. Philae began to weep desperately.

Aurelio did not answer but smiled sadistically, opened the box, and pulled out some iron-toothed forceps. He showed them in front of her face and before applying them opened and closed them a few times before her wide eyes so she could see exactly how they worked. Then he clamped one on her belly and closed it, painfully clipping it on to her below the navel. Philae cried out loudly and wriggled around trying to shake off the clamp, but only managed to make it hurt more.

Aurelio then showed her the second clamp and did the same thing, clamping it on to her right inner thigh, wringing from her another tremendous cry. The third was placed directly to the side near the armpit. Slowly and perversely the executioner placed almost thirty clamps all over her body, leaving the most painful for last: the two nipples, tongue, labia and clitoris.

Most of the soldiers got renewed erections watching the black executioner cruelly torture Philae and hearing her desperate screams. Once the thirty clamps were methodically placed, the executioner unboxed several lead weights and chains and patiently attached them, one hanging from each clamp, to achieve the most painful effect.

- What's wrong, sweetheart? You think that hurts? he said, when she started to cry. Now you'll see. So saying, he got a few weights dancing simply by letting his hand nudge them.

The oscillation of the weights turned Philae's sobbing in to loud moans and pitiful begging for mercy that no one payed attention to.

Aurelio then stroked the soft back and ass of the slave, calculating what whip he was going to use on her.

- It is a pity to spoil such a soft skin, Quinto.

- But she must feel the whip, that's what the letter from her mistress says. I think the cat of nine tails will suffice and only leave a few marks.

- Okay, Mmmmh, how tight is the small hole? Her pussy oozes cum, but no one has put it in here, why?

Philae jumped when the Numidian slid his finger in to her ass up to the third joint.

- We've saved it for you Aurelio, such a tight asshole deserves to be popped open by a cock like yours.

- Really?, how thoughtful,

Aurelio got himself in front of Philae's face and pulled out his cock. It was monstrously thick and black as coal, wound around with thick veins that seemed to visibly throb. Philae flinched with disgust and turned her face to the side to avoid its stale, foul odor. The black was not exactly a paragon of hygiene.

- Come on slave, suck me, don't be so unfriendly! And exploiting the fact that her tongue had a weight hung on it, Aurelio dripped some pre-cum on it.

- Come lovely, if you suck me yourself I'll take the clamp off your tongue, I know it hurts.

Philae was overcome with repulsion at first, but Aurelio was an expert trainer of slaves, so after he tugged on her tongue a few times with his fingers, she tearfully said yes.

- No, no, now you have to beg me to fuck you in the ass, or else I won't remove the clamp.

Humiliated, Philae refused. Aurelio gave another tug and then twisted her tongue, making her scream.

It took two more tugs by the executioner to convince Philae to beg him politely.

Finally Aurelio kept his word. He now owned Philae so completely that when they removed the tongue clamp she begged Aurelio to sodomize her after putting his huge member in her mouth. Actually it barely fit so poor Philae had to keep the her mouth open painfully wide and her eyes closed. Unmoved, Aurelio shoved his member brutally in, ignoring her gagging and coughing and keeping it there a couple of minutes.

When he finally took it out, poor Philae coughed and spat with a feeling of relief, but that was just a precursor to the real torment, which was being sodomized by that beast.

Aurelio had to work hard to tear open Philae's ass. When he finally succeeded the young woman felt as if he had opened her bowels with a red hot spit. Incredibly, her sphincter dilated wide enough to allow his huge member to enter that ignoble place, and then he began to fuck her with all his strength, back and forth, back and forth. Needless to say, the girl's screams of pain were heard around the yard.

The legionnaires who were in front of the poor slave's face could see her tears and agony, although it would be difficult to say which hurt more, the violation of her ass or the dozens of weighted clamps that gripped her body and swung violently back and forth. In the process three or four clamps were knocked off and the weights fell heavily to the ground, leaving red marks on the girl's skin and bringing forth more screams and curses.

Aurelio did not hurry himself, but he took a good amount of time sodomizing the girl and when he finally felt that he was going to cum, withdrew his huge penis and sprayed her back and bottom with a copious stream of semen.

This done, the cruel executioner took the cat-o-nine-tails and without further ado began to whip Philae on the legs, back and buttocks. The nine tails snapped against her body and the poor woman and screamed and screamed for mercy but that did not stop him savagely whipping her, leaving her white skin well marked. Aurelio gave her over thirty lashes and in the process two more clamps were ripped off by the wildly swinging weights.

After the flogging, the men went back to fucking Philae, this time in all her holes, including her ass, and she had to accept over twenty cocks in her mouth one after another. She lost count of all the ejaculations that poured down her face. Only when it was dusk did the rapists finally tire. They took off the clamps between her cries of pain, and finally released her from the pillory.

Once she was free, Quinto grabbed her by the hair and threw her in a trough of dirty water, brutally dragged her back to the gate and threw her, still soaking wet and naked, into the street along with her clothes.

Like a frightened child, Philae covered herself as best she could from the gaze of passers-by and, still naked, ran away.

An hour later, the slave was on her mistress's couch, telling her what had happened in the Praetorium. Silvia insisted on hearing every detail and Philae obliged, sobbing and gasping inconsolably. While hearing the story, Silvia pictured in her mind the savage rape, and imagined that the torture endured by Philae had been inflicted on her own body. Then she made her undress to show her the marks that covered the young woman's body. Silvia commanded Philae to place her hands on her neck and to show her whole body, and caressed her all over while Philae moaned and groaned. Her front was marked here and there by the tracks of the teeth of the clamps, and Philae's nipples were red and swollen and her vulva was visibly irritated and oozing sperm. With a gesture, Silvia made her turn around and show the long parallel marks of the whip from from her legs to her shoulders. Silvia also opened up her buttocks to check that the sphincter was completely open and possibly torn. Finally after inspecting her thoroughly she gave her permission to go to her room.

Silvia then went to her own rooms where Varinia, the little African slave, was waiting for her. Deeply affected what Philae had told her, Silvia took off her clothes, showing her body still scarred by the whip, and lay down on the bed face down.

- It stings so much, undress and lick my wounds, slave, she ordered.

Varinia obeyed without hesitation and, taking off her robe, crouched on all fours over her mistress and started licking the wounds slowly with her tongue.

Silvia closed his eyes to feel the warm caress of the tongue of her slave and then heard a crack and a woman's scream.

- What was that?

Varinia, alarmed, lifted her face from her mistress's buttocks. She was alarmed but without any specific order from her mistress she went back to what she had been doing and went over more of the welts with her tongue.

Then there was another crack and a scream louder than the last one. Silvia closed her eyes and smiled wickedly, recognizing the plaintive cries of Scylla coming from another room.

Moments before, Philae had experienced her second surprise of the day. On entering her room she found Scylla naked and tied to the legs of her bed in the same way that they had found Silvia herself that morning. From the way she was tied, Scylla was stuck with her legs over her head, well spread, and she had a stick between hierteeth. When the terrified Philae took out the stick so she could talk, Scylla explained with tears in her eyes that it had been ordered that Philae should punish her, and if she did not give her fifty cane strokes on the buttocks and thighs, her mistress would send her to Praetorium tomorrow.

Needless to say this time Philae hastened to obey her mistress and then Scylla suffered on her own body the martyrdom that Philae had suffered at the Praetorium. This time Philae vented her anger with her friend. In the end she did not give fifty stokes but, regretting her stupidity the previous day, gave many more so that her hateful mistress would finally be happy.

The noble Silvia greatly relished her slave's screams which could be heard throughout the house and after she had spent a while being licked by Varinia on ass and back, she opened her legs and offering her crotch, ordered the girl to continue licking along the whip marks on her thighs. Then, with little movements of her fingers she directed her to a place just above where the whip had not made its mark. Varinia felt some qualms but, partly for fear of punishment, let her tongue sink in to the moistness of her mistress's crotch. Silvia then closed her eyes, sighed and began to lick her breasts to accompany the sweet cunnilingus she was receiving from her slave. The plaintive cries of Scylla and her begging for mercy were like a sweet lullaby and helped her to recall vivid memories of everything and achieve another orgasm in her own bed.

This was the strange way in which Silvia Ulpia began her sadomasochistic relationship with Quinto, which introduced her three unhappy slaves to his forcefulness. The centurion visited her house every so often with the excuse that he was there to punish one of her three slaves or all three at once. Silvia herself soon learned to use the whip and sometimes she was the one who administered the punishment to her three servants.

Meanwhile, the three poor slaves lived in terror, as the slightest transgression brought on them atrocious punishments, of increasing viciousness and cruelty. Very often, their owner played psychological games with them and it was not uncommon that they blamed each other for imaginary faults just to evade the lash. On more than one occasion, her slaves planned to escape their hell, but Silvia warned them that if they ran away and were caught, the law reserved for them a horrible death on the cross. Needless to say, no one dared to make such an attempt.

Silvia also liked being whipped by Quinto, always in private and in the solitude of her room. As the days passed Silvia learned to endure the lashes better and asked more and more of her executioner. Despite this her sadomasochistic dreams did not stop, instead, she continued to dream every night that she was crucified. She once confessed to Quinto that deep in her heart she wished she could go through the same experience that had happened to Philae in the Pretorio, but clearly her position would not allow it.

Quinto realized the spiral of depravity into which the girl was falling and he had to make each experience stronger and more brutal. On one occasion, after whipping her with the whip and making love to her, he suggested that the next day he would punish her in a different and special way. Her curiosity piqued, Silvia asked what he was planning for her, but Quinto declared that she would have to accept her punishment whatever it was and without knowing beforehand what it would be. Silvia asked him at least to explain something, but Quinto refused. He only told her he would give orders to her slaves to prepare her and that if she wanted to play this game she would have to obey him completely. Silvia hesitated again; having to obey her slaves was no laughing matter, however, the unbridled lust and desire she felt was stronger than her patrician pride.

- So you agree?, Quinto said, and she, very excited, said Yes.

(To be continued)

 

[Eulalia]

great writing, hangnail, keep it up!​

I hope Admi's collecting it into a pdf for the Archive -​

and maybe it will inspire some of our illustrators?​

 

[Hangnail]

Here is the translation from Spanish to English of part 5 from the "Silvia the sadist" series by sifaxnumida. The Spanish originals are at http://www.todorelatos.com/perfil/93064/

My translation of Part 1 was posted in this thread: http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/silvia-the-sadist-by-sifaxnumida.1866/ (skip to the end for the updated version).
Parts 2,3,4 were posted to this thread: http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/silvia-the-sadist-by-sifaxnumida.1866/#post-44782

I hope to get to parts 6 etc in the future.

 

[Hangnail]

Here is my translation from Spanish to English of part 6 from the "Silvia the sadist" series by sifaxnumida.
The Spanish originals are at http://www.todorelatos.com/perfil/93064/

My translations of previous parts are:
Part 1: http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/silvia-the-sadist-by-sifaxnumida.1866/#post-43989 (skip to the end for the updated version).
Parts 2,3,4: http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/silvia-the-sadist-by-sifaxnumida.1866/#post-44782
Part 5: http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/silvia-the-sadist-by-sifaxnumida.1866/#post-128872

The work will continue...

 

[rack1]

Here is my translation from Spanish to English of part 6 from the "Silvia the sadist" series by sifaxnumida.
The Spanish originals are at http://www.todorelatos.com/perfil/93064/

My translations of previous parts are:
Part 1: http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/silvia-the-sadist-1-by-sifaxnumida.1866/ (skip to the end for the updated version).
Parts 2,3,4: http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/silvia-the-sadist-parts-2-3-4-by-sifaxnumida.1920/
Part 5: http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/silvia-the-sadist-part-5-by-sifaxnumida.3877/

The work will continue...

Thanks for doing this! Looking forward to future chapters!