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1848 – Aftermath of the rebellion (10).
Temesvar, Kingdom of Hungary, August 1848.

“Well, Doctor!?”

Milena played back her memory! Feeling the terrible pain coming up again, she shouted, but the motion of the muscles of her chest to make her shout, created even more pain. She could only utter a growling. She got aware again where she was! The rack, the punishment…
“She is conscious again!”

Somewhere around stroke hundred fourteen, Milena had lost consciousness. There seemed to be a black out in her memory, from when Mari’s fourth round had begun, except for the lashes, which she even had felt during being passed out.

“Thank you, Doctor! Since they all are still alive, we shall continue!”

There was hardly anything human, around. Milena, through her suffering, was still conscious enough to perceive how Danica’s back was in ruin. There was no more skin. There was only red flesh, carved by innumerous welts. Blood trickled from many places. There was no more stopping in the growling of pain. This was just terrible.

Neither looked Danica’s face human any more. She looked as if she had aged twenty years since the beginning of the sentence.
Milena knew, she was looking exactly the same. Whatever the outcome would be, all four their bodies were damaged, for the rest of their life. If they would come out alive, it was questionable if they would still have any life, any strength and capability to do something valuable.
Milena was not the only one who had noticed.

“This is enough! Stop this!” she heard a man’s voice saying.

“Doctor! The court-martial’s verdict only specifies a minimum of hundred lashes! This sentence must be carried out unabridged!”
“But don’t you see!? They deserved a punishment, but this is barbaric! This is not a corporal punishment! This is torturing to death!? As a doctor, and as living in a country that deems itself civilized, I can no longer approve this!”
“Doctor! I urge you to stop giving comments, and continue with your duties! Otherwise, I will have to report to the prosecution of the court-martial that, one : you refused to follow orders from the court martial’s representative, an act which is, under martial law, considered as desertion, two : that you hence have obstructed the execution of a court’s verdict, and three : that you have taken up the defense of convicted rebels against His Majesty! It is up to you to decide, Doctor! Understood!? Then we shall now administer lashes hundred twenty one to hundred forty!”

Another round!
A new section of soldiers line up.

(to be continued)
 
Chapter Seven

As the blood appeared and Iatta’s hip surged forward with the pull of the whip from her middle, the crowd exploded in cheers. Maximus walked deliberately to the other side and delivered an equally powerful and accurate blow around her hips. Another bright welt, more drops of blood and more torn fabric as well as, of course, as high scream, entertained the onlookers. The dress, barely supported by her wide hips, slipped a couple of inches lower. The girl looked down in horror as she felt the fabric slowly slipping away. The mob now began to understand the game being played. The dress had been left on only as a tease. To give the rebel the false hope that she wouldn’t die naked. To prolong and intensify her humiliation and to stimulate the lust of the crowd, she was to be slowly and painfully stripped of her last shred of modesty.

Gaius continued to pace around his victim, adding painful and cutting welts to her hips and slowly shredding her dress. At last, one side almost totally parted and the other, low on her spread thigh, barely held, while the first tufts of public hair peeked out. Maximus wound up a powerful blow, circling her hips in pain and tearing through the remaining material. As Iatta screamed in pain, the torn shards of dress floated demurely to the ground.

There was another moment of silence from the mob as they drank in the sight of the beautiful young woman, stretched and now totally nude, her obscenely spread legs prominently displaying her dark cunt-fur and her still bleeding hole. Gobs of semen and abundant blood testified to the terrible rapes she had endured. With her dress gone, all now could see the vicious welts around her hips, cunt and buttocks, many bleeding. She appeared to be in terrible pain, though, all knew, that flogging had only just started.

After a few moments, cheers rang out and Maximus bowed and steeped to the back of the stage as Decius stepped forward with a new weapon.
 
Chapter 8

Decius carried a short, single tail split into two nasty tongues in the last two inches. In the hands of a skilled whipper, these tongues can be controlled to bite just parted and effectively pinch the flesh between. This was Decius’ favorite weapon.

The crowd quieted in anticipation of a new and more destructive assault on the naked, sweating girl. While Decius was unimpressive in stature, his reputation for cruelty stirred sadistic expectations.

After snapping his whip loudly to scare the girl and arouse the crowd, Decius walked up to Iatta and stroked her front with his left hand. The men in the mob cheered and taunted as he kneaded her firm breasts and played with the deep navel in her soft tummy.

Suddenly, he dropped his hand to her bloody cunt and did something which caused the girl to strain upward in her bonds and cry loudly in pain. Decius turned to the crowd and nodded and winked to indicate he had found his target.

Stepping back to straight in front of the tightly bound girl, he drew the whip back along the floor and then brought it forward in a quick underarm stroke, driving the twin tails into her damaged cunt. The sickening squish snap could be heard throughout the square. Iatta screamed at the top of her lungs.

Over the next fifteen minutes, the crowd cheered each stroke as the short soldier proceeded to methodically shred the girl’s cunt and inner thighs. When he finished, blood was freely flowing down her inner thighs and her sex box was ravaged beyond repair.

Many of the local tribes’ people who had come to support Iatta had left in horror and disgust. Some of those who had started off cheering also departed, unable to stomach the copious blood. But the large majority of the crowd stayed, aroused and fascinated by the systematic assault in rebel girl. Many of the men were surreptitiously rubbing their cocks and a fair number of the women were wet between their legs, savoring the sexual torture.

Barely breaking a sweat, Decius faced the crowd and gave a deep sweeping bow to a thunderous applause. He turned and walked back, passing Gaius coming forward to begin the next phase.
 
Loxuru said:
1848 – Aftermath of the rebellion (10).
Temesvar, Kingdom of Hungary, August 1848.

“Well, Doctor!?”

Milena played back her memory! Feeling the terrible pain coming up again, she shouted, but the motion of the muscles of her chest to make her shout, created even more pain. She could only utter a growling. She got aware again where she was! The rack, the punishment…
“She is conscious again!”

Somewhere around stroke hundred fourteen, Milena had lost consciousness. There seemed to be a black out in her memory, from when Mari’s fourth round had begun, except for the lashes, which she even had felt during being passed out.

“Thank you, Doctor! Since they all are still alive, we shall continue!”

There was hardly anything human, around. Milena, through her suffering, was still conscious enough to perceive how Danica’s back was in ruin. There was no more skin. There was only red flesh, carved by innumerous welts. Blood trickled from many places. There was no more stopping in the growling of pain. This was just terrible.

Neither looked Danica’s face human any more. She looked as if she had aged twenty years since the beginning of the sentence.
Milena knew, she was looking exactly the same. Whatever the outcome would be, all four their bodies were damaged, for the rest of their life. If they would come out alive, it was questionable if they would still have any life, any strength and capability to do something valuable.
Milena was not the only one who had noticed.

“This is enough! Stop this!” she heard a man’s voice saying.

“Doctor! The court-martial’s verdict only specifies a minimum of hundred lashes! This sentence must be carried out unabridged!”
“But don’t you see!? They deserved a punishment, but this is barbaric! This is not a corporal punishment! This is torturing to death!? As a doctor, and as living in a country that deems itself civilized, I can no longer approve this!”
“Doctor! I urge you to stop giving comments, and continue with your duties! Otherwise, I will have to report to the prosecution of the court-martial that, one : you refused to follow orders from the court martial’s representative, an act which is, under martial law, considered as desertion, two : that you hence have obstructed the execution of a court’s verdict, and three : that you have taken up the defense of convicted rebels against His Majesty! It is up to you to decide, Doctor! Understood!? Then we shall now administer lashes hundred twenty one to hundred forty!”

Another round!
A new section of soldiers line up.

(to be continued)
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Loxuru,
You may have noticed that I haven't been adding likes to your story. The reason has nothing to do with the quality of your work. I found that I wanted to "borrow" some of your descriptions - a bad No-no. So I'm not reading yours until I finish mine. Just wanted you to know.
 
1848 – Aftermath of the rebellion (11).
Temesvar, Kingdom of Hungary, August 1848.

It was Mari’s turn again. Then Soleena! Then Danica! There was no more silence in their moaning.

Then Milena!

“Szás húszegy!”

Each lash felt like the sting of a knife. A hot knife. Milena screamed continuously.

(…)

“Szás huszonhét!”

Milena got trouble breathing! Her screaming made her gasp to air, but before she breathed normally again, the next stroke fell again! Her heart did neither follow anymore and went wild.

“Szás huszonkilenc!”

Milena felt sick! She had to throw up. She tasted acid and blood in her throat!

“Szás huszonnyolc!”

She could not breathe anymore! She had to throw up, but she could not! She wanted to take a deep breath to recover from the last stroke.
“Szás huszonkilenc!”

Milena had to throw up, but the deep breath she had to take after the stroke, sucked all the vomit into her trachea.

“Szás harminc!”

She had to struggle for air! Her heart went wild. She sucked another load of vomit into her lungs.

“Szás harmincegy!”

Milena was in panick. She felt oppressed, suffocating, but no one seemed to notice!

“Szás harminckettó!”

She saw black spots in front of her eyes! She could not scream anymore! She was drowning!

“Szás harminchárom!”

Milena felt worse and worse! Black spots and a terrible dizziness! Another part of her, felt light as a feather! That part felt no more pain! That part was not flogged anymore, it was a witness, watching how the whip fell merciless over Milena’s tortured body!

(…)

THE END
(of the story; postscriptum to come).
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
Loxuru,
You may have noticed that I haven't been adding likes to your story. The reason has nothing to do with the quality of your work. I found that I wanted to "borrow" some of your descriptions - a bad No-no. So I'm not reading yours until I finish mine. Just wanted you to know.
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Thanks for notifying.:beer:

After more than 120 lashes, Milena had not noticed anymore.;)
 
Loxuru said:
1848 – Aftermath of the rebellion (11).
Temesvar, Kingdom of Hungary, August 1848.

It was Mari’s turn again. Then Soleena! Then Danica! There was no more silence in their moaning.

Then Milena!

“Szás húszegy!”

Each lash felt like the sting of a knife. A hot knife. Milena screamed continuously.

(…)

“Szás huszonhét!”

Milena got trouble breathing! Her screaming made her gasp to air, but before she breathed normally again, the next stroke fell again! Her heart did neither follow anymore and went wild.

“Szás huszonkilenc!”

Milena felt sick! She had to throw up. She tasted acid and blood in her throat!

“Szás huszonnyolc!”

She could not breathe anymore! She had to throw up, but she could not! She wanted to take a deep breath to recover from the last stroke.
“Szás huszonkilenc!”

Milena had to throw up, but the deep breath she had to take after the stroke, sucked all the vomit into her trachea.

“Szás harminc!”

She had to struggle for air! Her heart went wild. She sucked another load of vomit into her lungs.

“Szás harmincegy!”

Milena was in panick. She felt oppressed, suffocating, but no one seemed to notice!

“Szás harminckettó!”

She saw black spots in front of her eyes! She could not scream anymore! She was drowning!

“Szás harminchárom!”

Milena felt worse and worse! Black spots and a terrible dizziness! Another part of her, felt light as a feather! That part felt no more pain! That part was not flogged anymore, it was a witness, watching how the whip fell merciless over Milena’s tortured body!

(…)

THE END
(of the story; postscriptum to come).
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Now we understand where all of those Mood Pictures/Elite Pain actresses come from.... it's an old Hungarian tradition!
 
Chapter 9

The applause that ushered Decius off, continued unabated as Maximus stepped to the front. He carried a heavy leather flogger, a belt over two inches wide and two feet long. The belt had an eighteen-inch-long wooden handle intended for two-handed swinging. However, Gaius only needed one strong meaty hand to use the belt to its full impact.

Bowing to the crowd, he took up position to Iatta’s left. Taking a long backswing, he drove the belt into the girl’s curvy buttocks. The rebel’s cry of pain along with the forward thrust of her loins, delighted the onlookers. Maximus waited for her struggles to cease before driving another stinging, bruising blow into her backside. About a dozen more strokes landed until she was hanging, moaning, sweating.

Gaius now moved to the rebel girl’s right. Now concentrating on accuracy more than just raw power, he landed a blow that bisected both breasts, punishing as yet untouched flesh. A cheer rose up from the crowd as Iatta’s eyes snapped open and she screamed loudly at the pain in her titflesh.

Maximum took his time planting another dozen or more blows on her belly, thighs and breasts. By the time he finished, her entire front was lobster red with many blood blisters and deeper, blue bruises developing.

The last two blows were to her right and left chest, attacking the breast and rib cage on each side with the hardest strokes yet. After these, she coughed up blood. The girl’s breath now was labored as she drooped from her rope. Clearly, the damage so far was life-threatening in itself, even without further punishment.

Decius announced a short pause to allow vendors to sell food and drink to the crowd. He and Gaius were allowed all they wanted of the vendors’ best wares as a reward for making the large crowd of customers available. Decius poured some water into Iatta’s mouth to help sustain her for the additional suffering to come.
 
Chapter 10

No flogging lasts forever. The two men, from long experience, knew this girl was weakening fast. The destruction of her cunt and anus from the rapes and Decius’ shredding with the whip, had cost her much blood. The deep bruising and internal injuries from Maximus’ belt would also contribute to her decline. Therefore, they decided it was time to up the intensity and power of the attack in a final cascade of pain and destruction. Gaius took up a seven-tailed cat with pieces of bone tied in the knots while Decius hoisted Claudia. A five tailed cat with lead weights tied in three knots in each tail and short wires twisted in each with sharp ends exposed, Claudia was a tool for shredding the tough flesh of a muscular soldier. She would do indescribably damage to a soft girl like Iatta.

Decius ordered the vendors to leave. Every face in the crowd turned expectantly to the stretched, bloody girl on the platform. Mouths drooled with garum spiced boiled veal as well as erotic excitement. All sensed that the final, most cruel, conclusion was at hand. Tongues loosed by generous purchases of wine called loudly for more pain to be inflicted.

Decius took position to Iatta’s right, while Gaius took the left. Decius held his hand up for silence. The courtyard went totally quiet. In the stillness, those near the platform could hear her coughing on her own blood and softly, pitifully begging, “No more, no more.”

Gaius nodded to Decius and they both drew back their whips together. Twelve thongs, weighted and some bristling with sharp wire, impacted on her bloody torso with a wet thud., Gaius behind and Decius in front.

Even, half dead, the girl managed an inhuman cry of suffering, as her back and belly were shreaded by the blows. As Decius drew Claudia away, the crowd saw a dozen new cuts opened and more blood running down her front.

With a cruel determination and precision, the too men waited a mutual count of ten before slicing their weapons into her already damaged flash. This time, little bits of flesh flew off both her back and front to land on the already very bloody platform.

Over and over, the men drove the cats into the girl. Eventually, she did not respond at all. They continued with another three strokes for good measure. Decius stepped to the body and felt her carotid artery. He looked to Gaius and nodded. The two strode together to the front of the stage and Decius announced in a loud voice,

“The rebel whore it dead. The verdict of Governor Sextus Julius Frontinus has been completed.
Ave Fronte! Ave Caesar!”​
The crowd shouted and applauded wildly for over ten minutes while the body of the rebel princess hung bleeding like a slaughtered calf.

Finis​
 
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As promised:

My source of inspiration was the 1972 Hungarian movie ‘Red Psalm’, directed by Miklós Jancsó. With this movie, he won the award for best director at the Cannes Festival in 1972.

The story is about a peasant’s revolt in Hungaria in 1890. The editing of the movie is very remarkable :

en.wikipedia.org

Red Psalm - Wikipedia

en.wikipedia.org en.wikipedia.org

The Hungarian name of the movie is “Még kér a nép!”. It means : “the people are asking for it!”. It is the first line of a poem written by the nationalist Hungarian poet Sándor Petõfi (referred to in y story a few times as ‘Sándor’). His work was a source of inspiration of the 1848 revolt in Hungaria, during which Petõfi himself was killed, aged 26, in a confrontation with government troops. I have let the four women say lines of his nationalist poetry in episodes 3 and 7.

In the movie ‘Red Psalm’ comes a scene where, facing government troops, a few young women strip naked, clearly to ‘seduce’ the soldiers. I took inspiration from that scene.

The 1848 revolt in Hungaria was basically about self-determination. The emperor of Austria was also king of Hungaria, but the latter had no autonomy at all. It was simply ruled with harsh authority. The 1848 uprise was a request to restore ancient constitutional rights of the country. It was crushed with repression.

In 1867, by a constitutional change, Hungaria was given back its old rights. The agreement put Hungaria on an equal level as Austria, creating the famous Dual Monarchy Austria-Hungaria. Hungaria got its own government. It was stipulated that the emperor of Austria would not only present oath as an emperor, but separately as king of Hungaria too.

The problem was, however, that the two thirds of the territory of the Kingdom of Hungaria, was (dominantly) populated by ethnicities other than Hungarian. When these ethnicities stood up to request a comparable self-determination, this was boldly refused by the Hungarian government. It was the seed of future conflict. Reforms were necessary, but in fact the oath of king of Hungaria committed the ruler to protect the country’s integrity, barring him from carrying out such reforms. Archduke Franz-Ferdinand, heir to the throne, was determined to reduce the influence of Hungaria, by creating multiple states of equal rank, based on ethnicity. Franz-Ferdinand vowed he would never go to Budapest for the oath of king of Hungaria. His views made him unpopular both for the Hungarians and the Pan-Germanist movement. They also made him clash with ruling emperor Franz-Joseph II. It was an irony of history that he became the victim of a assassination by Serb nationalists, in Sarajevo on June 28th 1914, the event that sparked the outbreak of World War I, which would lead to the fall of the Austrian-Hungarian monarchy and to the dissolution of the territory.

Austria and Hungaria became separate countries, forced to make a separate peace Treaty. In the Trianon Treaty (June 4th 1920), Hungaria lost these two thirds of territory populated by non-Hungarians. They became Czechoslovakia, Yugoslavia, parts of Poland, parts of Romania (Temesvar, where the story is set, is now Timisoara in Romania). For the remaining Hungarian rump state, this treaty was dramatic, since the country lost territories which contained most of its industry, mines and natural resources. The terms of the treaty cut off Hungaria’s access to the sea and they completely disrupted its well-developed railway network, one of the densest in the world, then.

The ghost of Trianon even today haunts Hungaria’s domestic politics.
 
Loxuru said:
As promised:

My source of inspiration was the 1972 Hungarian movie ‘Red Psalm’, directed by Miklós Jancsó. With this movie, he won the award for best director at the Cannes Festival in 1972.

The story is about a peasant’s revolt in Hungaria in 1890. The editing of the movie is very remarkable :

en.wikipedia.org

Red Psalm - Wikipedia

en.wikipedia.org en.wikipedia.org

The Hungarian name of the movie is “Még kér a nép!”. It means : “the people are asking for it!”. It is the first line of a poem written by the nationalist Hungarian poet Sándor Petõfi (referred to in y story a few times as ‘Sándor’). His work was a source of inspiration of the 1848 revolt in Hungaria, during which Petõfi himself was killed, aged 26, in a confrontation with government troops. I have let the four women say lines of his nationalist poetry in episodes 3 and 7.

In the movie ‘Red Psalm’ comes a scene where, facing government troops, a few young women strip naked, clearly to ‘seduce’ the soldiers. I took inspiration from that scene.

The 1848 revolt in Hungaria was basically about self-determination. The emperor of Austria was also king of Hungaria, but the latter had no autonomy at all. It was simply ruled with harsh authority. The 1848 uprise was a request to restore ancient constitutional rights of the country. It was crushed with repression.

In 1867, by a constitutional change, Hungaria was given back its old rights. The agreement put Hungaria on an equal level as Austria, creating the famous Dual Monarchy Austria-Hungaria. Hungaria got its own government. It was stipulated that the emperor of Austria would not only present oath as an emperor, but separately as king of Hungaria too.

The problem was, however, that the two thirds of the territory of the Kingdom of Hungaria, was (dominantly) populated by ethnicities other than Hungarian. When these ethnicities stood up to request a comparable self-determination, this was boldly refused by the Hungarian government. It was the seed of future conflict. Reforms were necessary, but in fact the oath of king of Hungaria committed the ruler to protect the country’s integrity, barring him from carrying out such reforms. Archduke Franz-Ferdinand, heir to the throne, was determined to reduce the influence of Hungaria, by creating multiple states of equal rank, based on ethnicity. Franz-Ferdinand vowed he would never go to Budapest for the oath of king of Hungaria. His views made him unpopular both for the Hungarians and the Pan-Germanist movement. They also made him clash with ruling emperor Franz-Joseph II. It was an irony of history that he became the victim of a assassination by Serb nationalists, in Sarajevo on June 28th 1914, the event that sparked the outbreak of World War I, which would lead to the fall of the Austrian-Hungarian monarchy and to the dissolution of the territory.

Austria and Hungaria became separate countries, forced to make a separate peace Treaty. In the Trianon Treaty (June 4th 1920), Hungaria lost these two thirds of territory populated by non-Hungarians. They became Czechoslovakia, Yugoslavia, parts of Poland, parts of Romania (Temesvar, where the story is set, is now Timisoara in Romania). For the remaining Hungarian rump state, this treaty was dramatic, since the country lost territories which contained most of its industry, mines and natural resources. The terms of the treaty cut off Hungaria’s access to the sea and they completely disrupted its well-developed railway network, one of the densest in the world, then.

The ghost of Trianon even today haunts Hungaria’s domestic politics.
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Interesting to find out. I didn't know some of them yet.
 
Loxuru said:
Archduke Franz-Ferdinand, heir to the throne, was determined to reduce the influence of Hungaria, by creating multiple states of equal rank, based on ethnicity. Franz-Ferdinand vowed he would never go to Budapest for the oath of king of Hungaria. His views made him unpopular both for the Hungarians and the Pan-Germanist movement. They also made him clash with ruling emperor Franz-Joseph II. It was an irony of history that he became the victim of a assassination by Serb nationalists, in Sarajevo on June 28th 1914, the event that sparked the outbreak of World War I, which would lead to the fall of the Austrian-Hungarian monarchy and to the dissolution of the territory.
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Every single piece of information I learn about Franz-Ferdinand makes me believe that his assassination was orchestrated by parties within his own government. Both he and Karl I were anti-war, pro negotiation, and had great interest in equaling the rights of the ethnic minorities in the Empire. Karl I even planned to reorginize the government using the US Constitution, witch would have made Austria-Hungary the freest country in Europe. Franz-Ferdinand's number one enemy was warhawk Conrad von Hötzendorf, who had kept trying to get into a war with Serbia, and who got his chance when his enemy was assassinated.
 
Loxuru said:
My source of inspiration was the 1972 Hungarian movie ‘Red Psalm’, directed by Miklós Jancsó. With this movie, he won the award for best director at the Cannes Festival in 1972.
The story is about a peasant’s revolt in Hungaria in 1890. The editing of the movie is very remarkable :
en.wikipedia.org

Red Psalm - Wikipedia

en.wikipedia.org en.wikipedia.org

The Hungarian name of the movie is “Még kér a nép!”. It means : “the people are asking for it!”. It is the first line of a poem written by the nationalist Hungarian poet Sándor Petõfi (referred to in y story a few times as ‘Sándor’). His work was a source of inspiration of the 1848 revolt in Hungaria, during which Petõfi himself was killed, aged 26, in a confrontation with government troops. I have let the four women say lines of his nationalist poetry in episodes 3 and 7.

In the movie ‘Red Psalm’ comes a scene where, facing government troops, a few young women strip naked, clearly to ‘seduce’ the soldiers. I took inspiration from that scene.
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Heh, I've seen this movie.
 
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