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1848 – Aftermath of the rebellion (2).

Temesvar, Kingdom Of Hungary, August 1848.

“… condemned to hundred lashes in public, on the naked body…”

Milena heard the reading of the verdict, far away (it seemed), addressing her and her companions, and the crowd and the soldiers. Even more far away (it seemed).

It was a typical hot, dry August day. There had not been much rain the last weeks, and a warm breeze created clouds of dust over the sandy square, where the Royal Landwehr militia used to drill. And was not even ten a.m.

Milena tried to chase away her scary thoughts. She was scared, really scared! Hundred lashes was not nothing. Twenty or thirty was the rule for a public flogging. She knew she faced the possibility not to survive it. One chance in four to be death this evening. No, there were no odds! There could be two or three or all four deaths! Lashes would be given by increments, even on a dead body! And even those who survived, still risked to die within a few days. It was not about chances, it was about individual strength.

The reading of the verdict was finished. The official who read it, took again position next to his colleague still standing in attention. They nodded to each other and then the latter ordered :
“Start preparations!”

The Landwehr men grabbed Milena’s arms more firmly.
“Out of your boots!” a workman ordered. With his help, Milena stepped out of her boots.
“Forward!”
“Release their hands!”
Her hands were free now…
“Pull out your dress…”

Obediently, she took her dress by the waist and pulled it over her head..
“..or the workmen will do it!”
Apparently, Mari and Danica were hesitating.
“PULL IT OUT!”
Mari uttered a protest. Then she and Danica obeyed. The blue dresses were dropped on the ground and taken away.
“Take off that gown!”

All four stood frozen for a moment. Under their gown, they wore nothing. They knew in advance, the sentence would be given on their naked bodies. But with the order given, they were seized by hesitation and shame.
“What’s the matter with you, whores!? Two months ago, you had much less trouble stripping in public! TAKE OFF THAT GOWN! NOW!”

The raised voice had its effect. In their two months of imprisonment, Milena and her companions had been drilled to obey orders. But it was nevertheless something they never got used to. Reluctantly, and terrified, they removed their gown. In the distance sounded approving and obscene shouts from the onlookers.

Hands grabbed Milena’s arm. Barefoot and naked, she stepped to the rack. The workmen, on their knees, positioned her feet against straps, attached to the lowermost horizontal bar of the rack, and attached them firmly to her ankles. The same was done to Mari, Soreena and Danica.

Standing with her legs slightly spread, Milena realized she stood now immobilized. It gave her fear. The surrounding suddenly became threatening. The crowd seemed to come closer and closer.

Standing on a ladder, the workmen attached her wrists to straps hanging from the upper horizontal bar. Then, they pulled on the straps, until her body was stretched out, and with her heels lifted from the ground.

The flogging would be carried out by soldiers from the common army and the Landwehr. No soldier should give more than ten lashes, so the whip would always be in the hands of an unwearied arm. It was not difficult to find at least forty volunteers to do it. Several units had lost comrades in the rebellion, so there was a lot of them eager to give a few captured rebels some physical retaliation.

The sentence would be administered in increments. First, each of the women would be given a series of forty lashes. The interval between each stroke would be about thirty seconds. This first series would hence last about an hour and a half. After a brief pause, the next increment would be given, again with a time interval. After another pause, another twenty would follow, with just ten counts as interval. There would always one get flogged, while the other three had to wait, immobilized, having to hear the suffering of their friend. The whole punishment would take hours. It would be a long day for Mari, Soreena, Danica and Milena.

And then, there was also this weird twist, the judge had added to his verdict….

(to be continued)
1848 – Aftermath of the rebellion (2).

Temesvar, Kingdom Of Hungary, August 1848.

“… condemned to hundred lashes in public, on the naked body…”

Milena heard the reading of the verdict, far away (it seemed), addressing her and her companions, and the crowd and the soldiers. Even more far away (it seemed).

It was a typical hot, dry August day. There had not been much rain the last weeks, and a warm breeze created clouds of dust over the sandy square, where the Royal Landwehr militia used to drill. And was not even ten a.m.

Milena tried to chase away her scary thoughts. She was scared, really scared! Hundred lashes was not nothing. Twenty or thirty was the rule for a public flogging. She knew she faced the possibility not to survive it. One chance in four to be death this evening. No, there were no odds! There could be two or three or all four deaths! Lashes would be given by increments, even on a dead body! And even those who survived, still risked to die within a few days. It was not about chances, it was about individual strength.

The reading of the verdict was finished. The official who read it, took again position next to his colleague still standing in attention. They nodded to each other and then the latter ordered :
“Start preparations!”

The Landwehr men grabbed Milena’s arms more firmly.
“Out of your boots!” a workman ordered. With his help, Milena stepped out of her boots.
“Forward!”
“Release their hands!”
Her hands were free now…
“Pull out your dress…”

Obediently, she took her dress by the waist and pulled it over her head..
“..or the workmen will do it!”
Apparently, Mari and Danica were hesitating.
“PULL IT OUT!”
Mari uttered a protest. Then she and Danica obeyed. The blue dresses were dropped on the ground and taken away.
“Take off that gown!”

All four stood frozen for a moment. Under their gown, they wore nothing. They knew in advance, the sentence would be given on their naked bodies. But with the order given, they were seized by hesitation and shame.
“What’s the matter with you, whores!? Two months ago, you had much less trouble stripping in public! TAKE OFF THAT GOWN! NOW!”

The raised voice had its effect. In their two months of imprisonment, Milena and her companions had been drilled to obey orders. But it was nevertheless something they never got used to. Reluctantly, and terrified, they removed their gown. In the distance sounded approving and obscene shouts from the onlookers.

Hands grabbed Milena’s arm. Barefoot and naked, she stepped to the rack. The workmen, on their knees, positioned her feet against straps, attached to the lowermost horizontal bar of the rack, and attached them firmly to her ankles. The same was done to Mari, Soreena and Danica.

Standing with her legs slightly spread, Milena realized she stood now immobilized. It gave her fear. The surrounding suddenly became threatening. The crowd seemed to come closer and closer.

Standing on a ladder, the workmen attached her wrists to straps hanging from the upper horizontal bar. Then, they pulled on the straps, until her body was stretched out, and with her heels lifted from the ground.

The flogging would be carried out by soldiers from the common army and the Landwehr. No soldier should give more than ten lashes, so the whip would always be in the hands of an unwearied arm. It was not difficult to find at least forty volunteers to do it. Several units had lost comrades in the rebellion, so there was a lot of them eager to give a few captured rebels some physical retaliation.

The sentence would be administered in increments. First, each of the women would be given a series of forty lashes. The interval between each stroke would be about thirty seconds. This first series would hence last about an hour and a half. After a brief pause, the next increment would be given, again with a time interval. After another pause, another twenty would follow, with just ten counts as interval. There would always one get flogged, while the other three had to wait, immobilized, having to hear the suffering of their friend. The whole punishment would take hours. It would be a long day for Mari, Soreena, Danica and Milena.

And then, there was also this weird twist, the judge had added to his verdict….

(to be continued)
Wow, another great start!! This feels very real, official, and methodical. My favorite. :)
 
As an aside, do you think most prisoners would choose to be slowly flogged to death instead of crucified? I'm pretty sure that is the intelligent choice, but I wonder if I'm the heat of the moment, having to make that decision, if some would irrationally go for the aesthetically more placid death on the cross? Kind of like how parents are much more likely to let their child play at a friend's house if there's a swimming pool than if there's a gun safe even though statistically the chances of death are much higher with the pool? (Not taking a political
stance here, and I don't own guns - just illustrating how "shock" and "horror" can cloud our thinking sometimes.) Of course there's plenty of horror in crucifixion too. :)
 
Chapter Two

The Governor was waiting in the grand atrium of his domus for the two legionarii.
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He reviewed the situation and emphasized two things. Iatta was to be humiliated as much as possible and she was to suffer as much as possible during the flogging- there was to be no mercy - none! Decius and Gaius nodded in understanding. They left and proceeded to the rear courtyard of the Governor’s residence. There they found Iatta was already suffering humiliation at the hands of the guards.

Her hands were bound behind her but she was still clothed in her long loose blue dress, symbolic of royalty in the Western Briton tribes. Her long curly black hair was in disarray as was her dress. The twenty or so guards had formed a rough, circular gauntlet, around which they were forcing her to run. One guard followed her with a sharp pike which he jabbed in her back and butt to drive her onward. The other guards had belts and ropes and other implements with which they beat her front and then back as she passed them, all the while calling her Queen and Your Majesty. Decius and Gaius judged that this had been going on a while due to the many welts on her shoulders where the dress had torn, as well as her exhausted, sweat-drenched appearance. They stood and enjoyed the show. Before long, Iatta collapsed, unable to run anymore. The guards gathered around and began beating her constantly.

Decius said to Gaius, “They’re stealing our work.” He shouted out, “Halt, let her be!” The guards tuned ready to defy the cutting off of their fun. However, when they saw who was approaching, they made way. The size of Maximus and the reputation of Decius was all they needed to obey.

Decius took charge immediately. He said that the Governor had appointed them to perform the execution and the guards were to do whatever they told them. The Tesserarius, watch commander, began to object to common soldiers ordering him about. Maximus went right up to him, towering a good five inches over the large man, and said in a soft voice, “Perhaps you should complain to the Governor. I’d be glad to help you on your way.” He raised his right fist, almost as big as the man’s head. The Tesserarius apologized for interrupting.

Decius sent several men to prepared the whipping stand in the public square, another to fetch the guards’ whip collection, and another to Maximus’s tent to bring a “special” tool. He then told four men to untie the girl and rip off her clothing.
 
Loxuru ideal procedure for penalty. Milena looks and name the same as my colleague from previous work. And I sometimes fantasized about her being flogged. So you make my dreams come true. Describe her injured body and suffering thoroughly:devil:.
 
she was still clothed in her long loose blue dress,
Ow, Pr Pr. Your condemned wears a blue dress! Mine did too! A woman's nightmare, showing up on a public event and someone is wearing the same as her!:mad::facepalm:
Good start!

Loxuru ideal procedure for penalty. Milena looks and name the same as my colleague from previous work. And I sometimes fantasized about her being flogged. So you make my dreams come true. Describe her injured body and suffering thoroughly:devil:.
I select the names my 'victims' by a system of self invented lottery, using a deck of cards (which has 52 = 2x26 cards, the alphabet having 26 characters). Then I adapt the name to the geographic setting or time of the story.

In this case it ware Slavian/Hungarian/Romanian names. But, well, I hope your fantasy will be served!
 
1848 – Aftermath of the rebellion (3).

Temesvar, Kingdom of Hungary, August 1848.

Milena considered. She was tied to the rightmost rack, facing the square. Mari was on the leftmost one, Soreena on the second. Danica’s rack was left from Milena.

Apparently, they would start with Mari. This would mean, that she, Milena, would be last. That she, Milena, would have the longest delay, before her ordeal would start. That would also mean that she was about to witness the flogging of all three her companions, without having anything to do, but being forced watching it, completely immobilized.

Yes, they were gathering around Mari!
Mari, who suddenly shouted Sandór’s inspiring words!
“Még kér a nép, most adjatok neki!” (“The people are asking for it now, give it to them!”).
“People! Get up and don't ask but take it!” Soreena followed.
“You can burn us on a glowing iron wire, but you shall never burn our spirits!” Danica added.
“Because it is your fire; so watch out, your own fire will destroy you” Milena closed the line.

Their shouts clearly had surprised the officials. For a moment, they did not know how to react. There were ‘boohs’ from the crowd, but Milena enjoyed this ultimate moment of protest.
“Shut up, with your pathetic crap, you filthy peasant whores!” the official in charge shouted.
Then he ordered :
“Start the execution!”

Milena could, from her restrained position, not see what exactly was going on around Mari’s rack. A sudden silence fell over the place. Milena suddenly felt stressed and strained all over her mind and body. She prepared for the beginning as if she would be first. And waited…

“Egy!”
The whip came down on Mari’s back. The ‘clack’ resounded loudly. Mari gave a loud shriek of pain, followed by a subsiding moaning. Then came the waiting.

“Kettó!”
The same ‘clack’, the same shriek!

“Három!”

(to be continued)
 
Before a girl is flogged, she should be "warmed up."

Chapter Three

Once Iatta was naked, Decius had them lay her on her back on a rough wooden bench at the edge of the courtyard. Two held her arms over her head, while two others held her ankles with her legs stretched out wide and her ass resting on the end of the bench.

Decius, meanwhile had doffed his galea, lorica hamata, tunica and braccae and approached the lovely girl with an impressively large erection on such a small man.

Iatta, who had maintained a stoic silence up till now, stared in horror at the man approaching her with clear, lustful intent. She cried out, “Na, Forwyn!!” [local byrthonic dialect: “No, I’m a Virgin!”]

Decius gave a yelp of joy, as he slapped Maximus. “We have a fucking virgin here, my friend! we can despoil her twice. I’m rip her hymen and make her bleed, and then you can rip her whole cunt and make her bleed more!” The two soldiers laughed heartily at the joke.

Placing himself between the girls’ legs and planting his feet firmly on the ground, Decius, savoring her cries for mercy, lodged his member at the entrance to her cunt.

“I doubt you’ll enjoy this as much as I will,” he sneered at her. Suddenly, he jammed his hips forward and the cockhead and a couple of inches of cockmeat penetrated her virgin slit. The soldier was rewarded by a scream of pain and despair from the Celtic girl. Decius enjoyed her small breasts jiggling at the thrust and her thin belly clenching. He drove his fist into her middle, to punctuate the rape.

Taking only a moment for her vaginal walls to expand, he drove again, harder, ripping through her hymen and another three inches in. Iatta seemed to tense all over at the pain, her mouth wide open, but soundless. Decius pounded her belly again to get a groan of pain from his victim. Then he grabbed her hips for leverage and drove again. This time, his cock penetrated all the way to its base and the head pounded against her cervix. The girl now cried the loudest yet with a long, high wail.

Decius drew his member slowly out, scraping the dry, sensitive walls, until only the head was lodged. He looked with satisfaction at the blood coating his manhood. Then, with practiced cruelty, he thrust in again to the hilt, tearing at her cunt.

Iatta screamed and screamed at her pain and degradation. Decius only redoubled the speed and force of his thrusts. Not content with just torturing her innermost treasure, he leaned over and sucked a small nipple into his mouth and bit down hard with his incisors. Iatta arched on the bench, pain now shooting into her chest as well as her cunt.

Decius has no interest in making the fucking last. He soon was giving short thrusts and then shooting his seed in her womb as he ground her other nipple with his molars. Finished, he stood up and turned to the men around him. “That’s the way to make love to a Silurean Slut!” They all laughed as Maximus moved to take his friend’s place.
 
1848 – Aftermath of the rebellion (4).

Temesvar, Kingdom of Hungary, August 1848.


“Négy!”

Mari’s ordeal had started. For Mari, it was an ordeal of pain. For Milena, it was mental terror. The regular cries and shouts of pain, Mari made on every hit, but also the seemingly long pauses between each stroke, made it all appear during endless. Being unable to do something, and knowing that she would be herself subjected to it – after Soreena’s and Danica’s turn, undermined Milena’s strength. They also had to endure obscene remarks of the soldiers carrying out the flogging, and those from the onlookers.

Hanging strapped to the rack was an effort. Hanging naked, was a humiliation. On every stroke on Mari’s body, Milena’s morale got also struck! What was she doing here? She wanted to get away!

“A life squandered, for an illusion!” had it been told her many times since they had joined the rebellion in the Banat Region?

But what had she squandered? A lot, according to the judge who had convicted them : the life of a decent, humble subject of the King of Hungary. The simple honor and duty of raising children, the future generation, for king, God and country. Supporting a hard working husband, following and maintaining the country’s centuries old traditions and values.

But what would this life have meant for her, in reality? A life in the service of hard work! In the service of a husband in an arranged marriage. Could be fair, or could be living with a brute, a drunk, or one cheating her with other women. Hard work, in near poverty, hard work to raise kids, hard work for the wealth of a local aristocrat or a wealthy landowner. Living under the constant pressure of repressive social and religious rules, behaving according to the ‘values and traditions’! Always with the possible prospect of public corporal punishment for those who went out off the line of the traditions and values.

Damn, she had wanted to work! But for herself! For a family of her own choice! In liberty! That had been a cause to fight for! And, damn well, there were already countries in Europe, where people had stood up and obtained these liberties! America, France, Belgium, Holland, England, Greece! It was not an utopia!

Whatever this would turn out, there was no more return for her. Not only because the judge had barred it with his verdict, he had banned them from society, but because she did not want to go back to that society! That convent, she would be sent to after her punishment, we shall see! Watch out if these nuns would be able to keep her inside!

(to be continued)
 
"But what would this life have meant for her, in reality? A life in the service of hard work! In the service of a husband in an arranged marriage. Could be fair, or could be living with a brute, a drunk, or one cheating her with other women. Hard work, in near poverty, hard work to raise kids, hard work for the wealth of a local aristocrat or a wealthy landowner. Living under the constant pressure of repressive social and religious rules, behaving according to the ‘values and traditions’! Always with the possible prospect of public corporal punishment for those who went out off the line of the traditions and values."

I don't understand why she is complaint. Ideal life for woman. Every girl want to life like that;).
 
1848 – Aftermath of the rebellion (5).
Temesvar, Kingdom of Hungary, August 1848.

“Negyven!”
A last shout and growling of Mari, closed her first series of forty. During the last ten strokes, Milena had noticed, Mari’s voice had weakened. But clearly not the pain she had endured. A bucket of water was thrown over Mari’s back, and then, she would have to wait, in pain, while the other three would be flogged. A long waiting, for another forty lashes!

“Egy!”
Soreena made a loud outcry.
“Kettó!”
The same sound, the same reaction.
“Három!”

The uprise in the Banat region had broken out in May against the local oppressors. The spark of it was the news of rebellion spreading all over the country. Hungary lived since decades under the knout of the Habsburg rulers. In fact, the emperor of the Holy Roman Empire also reigned as king over Hungary. Yet Hungary had no sovereignty, no autonomy, no rights, it was ruled in an absolutist way. The people of Hungary wanted its old rights recognized and restored! The sparks of revolt that had descended from the Hungarian heartland in the Banat region, had ignited the climate of harsh tension between the peasants and the ruling class in these remote parts of the kingdom. There was more at stake there than recognition of old rights of the kingdom. It was about the terrible social inequalities and harsh oppression. The rebelling peasants wanted a much greater share in the profits of the land, and more liberties, not from the Holy Roman Emperors, but from the local landowners.

In the two weeks the uprise had lasted, Milena and her companions had tasted a totally other life. She had enjoyed the sudden liberties. She had discovered an unlimited intellectual, cultural and sexual freedom, together with the attractive, strong men, leaders, ready to fight, but also to take up responsibility in a new, free Hungary. Men she would had liked to build up a life and a free nation with! She had experienced that there was another life than the quasi-serfdom she had been destined for! Too bad that the remote area of Banat could not rely on any external support, and their rebellion had been crushed.

Initially, there was only a local Landwehr, which were too few to contain the events. There was some violence, but also feelings of exaltation, of liberation!

Then, the common army arrived. Hussars, infantry. The rebellion was too unorganized and too much improvised to withstand that force. Rebellious peasants were rounded up by numbers, their militias slaughtered, others were driven back and became more and more isolated and surrounded.

On that June 3rd, in the early morning, the army reached their village. This would no longer be a game of cat and mouse with Landwehr platoons, there stood a brigade of a hussars regiment and two regiments of ‘jäger’, armed to the teeth, determined to crush the rebels. Tight, disciplined formations, against people full of dreams and idealism, but without experience, without established leadership, without plan. Only scythes, forks, a few rifles captured from the Landwehr, and lots of anger. The rebels stood firm as the soldiers approached. They were ordered to put their weapons down and surrender. Defiant outcries (‘rather dead than to live as slaves’) was the reply. The ‘jäger’ approached until they stood almost at point blank, and the hussars had drawn their swords. The colonel threatened to open fire, and to let his hussars charge. In reply, rocks were thrown to them.

The tension was heating up intensely. Mari, Soreena, Milena and Danica, witnessed it from close by, since they stood nearly in the front line. Next to their boyfriends from the revolution. It was clear that the colonel was about to give the order, otherwise individual soldiers would lose their nerve, as a reaction to the stones thrown to them. Milena had realized she was completely stuck in the situation, that they would have no way out. If the jäger had fired, she would be dead. If the hussars would charge, the same would have been her fate.

Suddenly, Danica stepped forward, into the narrow strip of no man’s land left between the opposing forces. To everyone’s surprise, she took off her blouse, showing proudly her breasts. Soreena stepped forward and did the same. Milena and Mari followed. Mari and Soreena exchanged a word, and both stripped completely, as did Danica and Milena.

Immediately, the tension dropped as a deflating balloon. The four young women stood all naked, arms over each other’s shoulders, facing the army. A thin barrier of naked flesh in no man’s land, but it was enough to change the tactical situation.

Their nudity drew the attention of the soldiers. Apparently, it also made the men behind them realize the futility of their resistance against the armed to the teeth King’s men. Besides dead or slavery, there came up a third option : not dead, not slaves, but hiding and see what comes.
The colonel saw it! He clearly saw the fading of discipline, particularly among the younger officers and NCO’s. He ordered them back in line, but meanwhile, the rebels had withdrawn, trying to spread, to hide.

The four young women had no chance to spread. As the colonel had restored order, they stood, still naked, with their hands in the air, surrounded by hussars on horses. Danica, who had made a demeaning remark, had her hand bleeding after one of the hussars had scratched it with the point of his sword. The jäger were ordered to go behind the rebels, and arrest them, but only a few tens were captured. The rest, including the leaders, had vanished and were still on the run. Maybe they were already on their way to America!

The four women were then ordered to dress again and they were lead to prison, each having to march between two horses, tied with their wrists to the saddle. There was no escape possible, and soon they were told they would be tried for rebellion. They were treated as whores for their involvement in the uprise. But somehow, Milena and the others were convinced that Danica’s bold step forward, had avoided a bloodbath that was about to begin.

(to be continued)
 
1848 – Aftermath of the rebellion (5).
Temesvar, Kingdom of Hungary, August 1848.

“Negyven!”
A last shout and growling of Mari, closed her first series of forty. During the last ten strokes, Milena had noticed, Mari’s voice had weakened. But clearly not the pain she had endured. A bucket of water was thrown over Mari’s back, and then, she would have to wait, in pain, while the other three would be flogged. A long waiting, for another forty lashes!

“Egy!”
Soreena made a loud outcry.
“Kettó!”
The same sound, the same reaction.
“Három!”

The uprise in the Banat region had broken out in May against the local oppressors. The spark of it was the news of rebellion spreading all over the country. Hungary lived since decades under the knout of the Habsburg rulers. In fact, the emperor of the Holy Roman Empire also reigned as king over Hungary. Yet Hungary had no sovereignty, no autonomy, no rights, it was ruled in an absolutist way. The people of Hungary wanted its old rights recognized and restored! The sparks of revolt that had descended from the Hungarian heartland in the Banat region, had ignited the climate of harsh tension between the peasants and the ruling class in these remote parts of the kingdom. There was more at stake there than recognition of old rights of the kingdom. It was about the terrible social inequalities and harsh oppression. The rebelling peasants wanted a much greater share in the profits of the land, and more liberties, not from the Holy Roman Emperors, but from the local landowners.

In the two weeks the uprise had lasted, Milena and her companions had tasted a totally other life. She had enjoyed the sudden liberties. She had discovered an unlimited intellectual, cultural and sexual freedom, together with the attractive, strong men, leaders, ready to fight, but also to take up responsibility in a new, free Hungary. Men she would had liked to build up a life and a free nation with! She had experienced that there was another life than the quasi-serfdom she had been destined for! Too bad that the remote area of Banat could not rely on any external support, and their rebellion had been crushed.

Initially, there was only a local Landwehr, which were too few to contain the events. There was some violence, but also feelings of exaltation, of liberation!

Then, the common army arrived. Hussars, infantry. The rebellion was too unorganized and too much improvised to withstand that force. Rebellious peasants were rounded up by numbers, their militias slaughtered, others were driven back and became more and more isolated and surrounded.

On that June 3rd, in the early morning, the army reached their village. This would no longer be a game of cat and mouse with Landwehr platoons, there stood a brigade of a hussars regiment and two regiments of ‘jäger’, armed to the teeth, determined to crush the rebels. Tight, disciplined formations, against people full of dreams and idealism, but without experience, without established leadership, without plan. Only scythes, forks, a few rifles captured from the Landwehr, and lots of anger. The rebels stood firm as the soldiers approached. They were ordered to put their weapons down and surrender. Defiant outcries (‘rather dead than to live as slaves’) was the reply. The ‘jäger’ approached until they stood almost at point blank, and the hussars had drawn their swords. The colonel threatened to open fire, and to let his hussars charge. In reply, rocks were thrown to them.

The tension was heating up intensely. Mari, Soreena, Milena and Danica, witnessed it from close by, since they stood nearly in the front line. Next to their boyfriends from the revolution. It was clear that the colonel was about to give the order, otherwise individual soldiers would lose their nerve, as a reaction to the stones thrown to them. Milena had realized she was completely stuck in the situation, that they would have no way out. If the jäger had fired, she would be dead. If the hussars would charge, the same would have been her fate.

Suddenly, Danica stepped forward, into the narrow strip of no man’s land left between the opposing forces. To everyone’s surprise, she took off her blouse, showing proudly her breasts. Soreena stepped forward and did the same. Milena and Mari followed. Mari and Soreena exchanged a word, and both stripped completely, as did Danica and Milena.

Immediately, the tension dropped as a deflating balloon. The four young women stood all naked, arms over each other’s shoulders, facing the army. A thin barrier of naked flesh in no man’s land, but it was enough to change the tactical situation.

Their nudity drew the attention of the soldiers. Apparently, it also made the men behind them realize the futility of their resistance against the armed to the teeth King’s men. Besides dead or slavery, there came up a third option : not dead, not slaves, but hiding and see what comes.
The colonel saw it! He clearly saw the fading of discipline, particularly among the younger officers and NCO’s. He ordered them back in line, but meanwhile, the rebels had withdrawn, trying to spread, to hide.

The four young women had no chance to spread. As the colonel had restored order, they stood, still naked, with their hands in the air, surrounded by hussars on horses. Danica, who had made a demeaning remark, had her hand bleeding after one of the hussars had scratched it with the point of his sword. The jäger were ordered to go behind the rebels, and arrest them, but only a few tens were captured. The rest, including the leaders, had vanished and were still on the run. Maybe they were already on their way to America!

The four women were then ordered to dress again and they were lead to prison, each having to march between two horses, tied with their wrists to the saddle. There was no escape possible, and soon they were told they would be tried for rebellion. They were treated as whores for their involvement in the uprise. But somehow, Milena and the others were convinced that Danica’s bold step forward, had avoided a bloodbath that was about to begin.

(to be continued)
Nice, Loxuru! I was not expecting that!
 
Chapter Four

“I’ve left you some lubrication, my friend,” said Decius, pointing to the mixture of blood and semen oozing from the girl’s gaping cunt. “Though I suspect you’ll be adding much more blood soon,” he added with a wink.

When Gaius finishing disrobing, not one man in the courtyard doubted that he deserved his nickname. Barrel-chested with massive muscled arms and legs, his hips wouldn’t look small on a young bull. And his member, now erect, was almost beyond belief for the normally endowed man. Nine inches long and over seven inches in circumference, it dwarfed a normal man’s tool. The soldiers cheered and laughed nervously as most were embarrassed by their own, far less impressive members.

Iatta was still groaning from her brutal defloration by Decius. Just as Maximus positioned himself between her wide-spread, shapely legs, she looked down and saw the incredible penis about to tear her apart! “NA, NA, NA!!!!!” The girl screamed and thrashed against the men holding her. She couldn’t allow such a cock to rip her insides.

“Don’t worry, bitch,” Gaius said. “It’ll only hurt once – and that will be for the rest of your short life!” He lodged the fist-sized head against her bloody, cum-dripping slit and grabbed her hips for leverage. Then, using his powerful muscles, he drove forward.

The vagina is designed to stretch to accommodate various size cocks. But Maximus was well beyond that range. As he forced the gargantuan head past the girl’s lips and into her slit, a tear started. The pain rocketed to her brain, drawing an inhuman scream that turned the blood of those around her cold.

Taking only a moment to attack again, Gaius drove forward harder, burying a full five inches of the monster into her, ripping further her cunt. The blood from the tearing now lubricated his member well, so that his third thrust was to the hilt, damaging her tissue beyond repair and even penetrating and tearing her cervix.

At this point, Iatta slipped into semi-consciousness as Maximus began hard pounding in and out to complete the destruction of her cunt. The girl, who had been a virgin just ten minutes ago, now had her loins savagely torn.

Immensely stimulated by the damage he was doing, Gaius soon came, screaming at his triumph. As he lifted himself up, Iatta lay as if dead.

Decius ordered a bucket of foul water poured over the girl, which brought her sputtering back to reality and screaming again at her pain and humiliation.

“Enjoy yourselves, guys,” he said. “Fuck whatever orifice you choose. But don’t come inside her. I want you to squirt your semen over her face and chest. When we take her out for her flogging, all should see that she is just a Roman slut!”

The twenty men started to rape the one small woman.

“Come on, Maximus, let’s see if the whipping post is ready.”
 
1848 – Aftermath of the rebellion (6).
Temesvar, Kingdom of Hungary, August 1848.

“Negyven!”
Soreena’s first round was over too. A bucket of water…

One more closer to Milena. Soldiers and officials gathered around Danica! From Milena’s restrained viewpoint, Danica was the only one she could see either. In fact, Danica’s front side was hidden behind her rack, so Milena could only the backside of her body, the part that would receive most of the strokes. She saw the curved line from Milena’s shoulders down to her hips, and further down to her thighs, and imagined how exposed It all was to the torment to come! Danica was writhing nervously, as if she was searching the best position to collect the punishment.

“Have strength, Danica!” Milena whispered.
“Thanks!” Danica replied with a trembling voice.

For Milena, simply being attached for so long was already a torture. Her arms hurt from being stretched out above her head. The ankle and wrist straps itched terribly. She got cramps in her feet by standing only on their forward part. Her waist was leaning against the middle horizontal bar, which had a leather wrapping. That wrapping protected her from hanging directly against the wood, but still, it felt uncomfortably pressing, since she was forcedly leaning to it.

“Egy!”
Danica! Now the clacking of the whip and the cries of pain came from the woman next to her. The screaming suddenly sounded very loud and frightening.

“Kettó!”
The same sound, the same reaction. Milena now could also see directly what was happening.

“Három!”
Milena could see on every stroke, how Danica’s body jolted up, as far as her position allowed. How she was shaking after every stroke, while she kept moaning. She could see how red streaks appeared on Danica’s once bare naked pale skin.

***
The trial took place in July, in a provincial courthouse, occupied by a court-martial.

“In the name of the King of Hungary, I shall pronounce the verdict now!”. Mari, Soreena, Milena and Danica held their breath.
In front of them, the court, all military men in officer’s uniform. The accusatory, in uniform. Right to them, their lawyer, in military uniform.
Behind them, a hostile crowd of landowners, merchants, members of the gentry, even a few local aristocrats.

“You have all four been found guilty to the crime of rebellion against His Majesty! You have taken part in riots! You have taken part in actions that have destroyed property and threatened the lives of decent subjects to His Majesty! You have taken part in resistance and violence against His Majesty’s Royal Landwehr, and His Majesty’s Army! "

The judge paused a moment, to stop approving murmur emerged from the crowd.

“Worst,” the judge continued, “you have taken part in a conspiracy to promote, spread and install villain revolutionary ideas of liberty and equality, of stealing of economic resources, and giving them to the people, of abolition of the aristocracy and landownership, of republicanism and anti-monarchism, of anticlericalism, and, generally, of overthrowing the fundamental social pillars of the prosperity and the strength of our Kingdom! Vicious ideas that are a denial of the eternal natural order, installed by God! We shall never, never allow and tolerate such thoughts within the borders of our sacred Kingdom! God bless the King!”

Once more, the judge paused. Brief applause from onlookers.

“Your attorney has made clear to the court, that none of you have personally committed acts of violence! That is the only reason for leniency I can think of, to consider in my verdict! But that does not made your deeds and thoughts less despicable and repulsive. You have been reported to have given support and protection to men who did use violence! You have passed them resources, and…! And you have given your bodies to them, to comfort them! You have wasted your sacred chastity, in order to boost their morale! To give them strength to continue their vicious conspiracy against the sacred values of our Kingdom! On June 3rd this year, you have also undertaken the rebellious and immoral action, by taking position between His Majesty’s brave troops and the rioters, and you have on that occasion publically undressed yourselves, with the intention to seduce His Majesty’s noble officers, in the vain hope to dissuade them from carrying out their duties and restore law and order! Such a public disgrace you did to yourself, is inadmissible and scandalous and an insult to the decency of a good Hungarian woman! I hope, you meanwhile understand how naïve and stupid your actions have been, now that you are meanwhile informed that most of the men you have given a warm nest by offering your bodies to them, are still on the run, and clearly did not bother about your fate when your cause had been lost, and they have left you behind!”

Pause! The judge watched all four women one by one with a stern look.

“Under normal conditions, you all four deserve a death sentence! You would be hung publically! But I have made up my mind to give you a chance. Mostly, those wives of the conspirators, considering that they have stayed home during the riots, but having been reported to express words of support for the rebel’s cause, get away with a public flogging! I will give you a public flogging! I will each of you give hundred lashes…”

(Mari gave a shriek, rumour among the public).

“…SILENCE! I am fully aware that such a high number of lashes exceeds the usual count! And I am fully aware that, if given in one session…”

(Danica uttered a beginning of protest, rumour in the public)

“…SI-LENCE! That, given all hundred in one session, they could be deadly! That is what will be at risk! I do not give a death sentence, but I give your lives in God’s hands! The sentence will be carried out to hundred! If at least one of you has not survived, it will stop at hundred! If you are still alive all four at hundred, increments of twenty will be given to each of you, until at least one of you will have passed over The others will be spared and taken care off. Considering the terms, the sentence will be carried out in Temesvar, in public! You will be all naked, not only the bare butt as usual, so no clothing will protect your skin, so your subjection to the King’s power will be publically displayed, and so, everybody can see what you have revealed to your rebel accomplices and which weapon you have used to try to distract and seduce His Majesty’s noble officers!”

Pause.

“After your sentence, you will be brought to a convent, where nuns will take care of you! You will stay there afterwards, and commit yourself to doing forced household labour, the rest of your life. After ten years, your behaviour will be evaluated, and depending on the judgement of the abbess, justice could permit you to enter the order. There will be no other way for you in this life, nor in this country! No decent Hungarian man will want you as his wife anymore, neither for the debauchery you committed, nor for your lack of patriotism you have displayed. There is no future for you as a housewife and mother in this Kingdom! It is a pity you wasted your beauty, your life, your youth like this! Have courage during your sentence and grab the remaining opportunity this court offers you! The session is closed!”

Not only had the judge ordered an unusually high number of floggings, he had also added a vicious twist in his sentence that at least one of them would die of it! No matter how long the execution would take!

(to be continued)
 
Hi, this circle was in full activity, when I realized it. Unfortunatly too late. Now you are at the dessert. Just my short and lightweight opinion.
The question was, what to do, when you want to beat the honey to death. Ok, you are going to torture her. It must be full of relish. For both parties.
So I think, it's too cheasy only flogging her. I want more.
First you must stimulate her. Pull her pussy lips apart and put maybe nettles in oil inside. You can close her lips with a long needle.
There are parts of the body, that are mostly ignored.
You may hang her up at her arms, you can also hang her upside down and then put needles in her calves, in that big muscle, means that she is well trained, when you like it. When she is a fitness beauty, you can torture her muscles. I have thousands of ideas how this can be done, then put needles in her thighs.
Torture her slowly, break her slowly, break her that way, that she even can't stand it because of her own lust.
You may even impale her slowly.
Nail her at a cross, but not that conventional way. Nail her hanging upside down in her calves and bend her body very tight and nail her thighs, her upper arms in crazy positions, push your dick in her mouth, deep in her throat, let it there, so, when she wants to breathe, she sucks all your liquid out of you.
There are so many things you can do.
But do never only one simple thing.
 
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