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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: THE INCREDIBLE SAGA OF SLAVER ZODA 8
Published: 26.08.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
The Incredible Saga Of Slaver Zoda 8
Chapter Eight — Public Execution of a Noblewoman
As the procession approached the magnificent Roman Coliseum, there was no doubt in Princess Uterissa’s mind that this huge structure was the largest edifice in the world, the largest erection imaginable by mortals. It was incredible, and much larger than any structure in her home — Ethiopia.
It towered overhead even at a distance, and the wide-eyed slaves from across the world craned their necks to see its full magnificence. The huge square in front of it was alive with activity, and she could hardly focus her attention in one direction, there were so many strange things to see, no matter which direction she looked.
Everywhere there were groups of citizens encircled by delightfully bizarre exhibitions, or watching humiliating punishments being delivered publicly for their entertainment. She saw several beautiful slave girls, their lithe arms strung up over their heads and their slender shapely legs spread, having their tender breasts, buttocks and vaginas whipped for the sport of it.
An Arabic woman was kneeling on a bench and was thrusting large fruit into her womb. She had developed an enormous capacity, as her belly swelled as if she were pregnant. Uterissa stared in amazement as the naked bitch pitched onto her back, and gave birth to a huge watermelon.
In a special booth, a soldier had paid the price and was slowly and deliberately working the tip of his short double-edged hacking sword up into the little vagina of a small ten-year-old black girl. As she watched the weapon was worked right up through the slender torso of the child until the hilt was pressed against the bleeding lips of her naked little cuntlet.
Behind the booth stood twenty more dark-skinned children, each trembling as they watched, awaiting their turn to be butchered by a paying customer, who would lay down ten times the amount of gold that the little girls had been bought for. Killing them was illegal unless the customer had paid her owner to end her short life.
Several fenced-in booths featured large trained domestic animals, donkeys and even bulls, that were having devastatingly brutal sexual intercourse with bound slave women and girls. With cheap wine and coarse liquor flowing, the hot blood-lusting citizens of Rome were seldom sober, and taking the young lives of slaves was a favorite sport.
Arriving at the center of the square, Uterissa saw the central attraction that had drawn an enormous crowd. Standing in an opening was a large tripod built of huge logs. It was at least six people high at the center. Suspended from the apex by stout chains was a fourth log, horizontal to the stone pavement and about three feet above it.
The massive log was arranged so that it swung along its length like a pendulum, in the position of a ramrod. Princess Uterissa was familiar with such devices because it was a common arrangement used as a battering ram. Today this monstrous device had a different but quite similar purpose.
Strapped face up to a coarse bench was a beautiful noblewoman, with her sheer silken robes raised to reveal her shaved crotch. A pole tapered at one end but otherwise, a palm-width thick lay with its point nestled into the tender lips of her vagina. The woman’s complexion was as pale as her silk gown.
She was white with terror as she watched the huge battering ram being drawn back and poised, aimed at the far end of the pole set between her lovely spread legs. Wealthy women in positions of power such as this noble bitch were responsible for arranging the horrible entertainment deaths of many slave girls.
This bitch had arranged for many such depraved shows, to amuse the guests of her husband, and now, for some reason such as her husband wanting to take a fresh, younger bride, she was the subject of such a show herself. He had lost interest in her, and to replace her, she had to be no longer available to meet his wishes.
The crowd, more like a mob, were as delighted now as they had been with the violent entertainment deaths she had provided for them so often, and they now had no mercy for her. She had caused many incredible painful deaths in the public square. Few knew why she was now the subject, and fewer cared.
Princess Uterissa was impressed at the simplicity of the large device’s ingenious design. With a single swing, the log used as a battering ram could completely impale her if it were drawn well back, but with the small throw that was being used, it would slowly but surely hammer the stout pole up into her vagina.
It would be hammered into her guts over a protracted and more entertaining period, eventually completely impaling the gorgeous Roman woman. What was about to happen in the large crowded square was public execution. Her husband, who was a Senator, stood with an eager and voluptuous fourteen-year-old beauty.
The attractive child was already wearing a bridal veil, was otherwise naked, ready for marriage, and stood proudly and expectantly at his side. He denounced the bound woman as an unfaithful wife, and made the mandatory triple statement of divorce, just as her brutal protracted execution commenced.
The crowd was pressing hard to see the event and slowed the procession of Zoda’s slaves to a halt. This placed Princess Uterissa’s cart very close, and because she was up inside the cart, she had a clear view over the heads of the crowd. She could see everything as well as when she was in her father’s courtyard, watching a creative execution.
Suddenly the women in the crowd screamed with delight as the heavy ram was released. The sound of the contact with the thick pole was followed immediately by an earth-shattering scream from the noblewoman, as the tip of the pole invaded her sex organ and jammed in tight because of its thickness.
The crowd cheered as the heavy ram was drawn back again, a bit farther this time, because of the extra work required of it. The noblewoman now had a firm grasp on the thick pole with her exposed and jammed vagina, and her beautiful and stately face was now a mask of horror, streaked with her sweat as she watched the ram being aimed for a second blow.
The huge crowd quickly grew silent in eager anticipation, and the heavy log was released for a second time. The Senator moved back as the pole was struck again, this time penetrating the tortured female sex organ several inches. The impaling pole’s tapered end was now fully engulfed by the beautiful noblewoman’s incredibly stretched cunt.
Again the striking of the pole was immediately followed by the prone woman’s ear-splitting scream, and then the ecstatic cheering of the crowd. Even those who could see nothing but the top of the huge log tripod could hear the results of each brutal blow, and they lent their cheering shouting voices to those in the front.
This public execution was staged to appeal to the basest instincts of the crowd and to whet their appetites for the spectacular special events that took place regularly inside the coliseum. Princess Uterissa was startled and disappointed as the armless slave girls pulling the cart she rode inexperienced the driver’s whip on their bare buttocks and began again to make headway.
The driver of the cart was threatening to use his long-reaching whip on anyone who blocked his way. Reluctantly the crowd pushed aside, and slowly the retinue advanced. Because of her elevated position in the cart, Princess Uterissa was still able to see the next three swings of the punishing pendulum.
Through wide eyes, she saw the impaling pole advance deeper through the noblewoman’s womb and drive up into the well-fed guts of the marvelous woman of standing who was now being publicly and entertainingly executed, at the whim and encouragement of her powerful Senator husband.
Princess Uterissa knew that if she were to ever escape this horrible enslavement and return safely to her father’s kingdom, she would tell them all of this marvelous execution device, and instruct her father’s skilled craftsmen in fine detail on how to construct one. She could think of half a dozen women of the court who would make excellent subjects for such brutal impalement.
Her own guts churned with excitement at the helplessness of the beautiful bound woman, at the raw brutality of her public punishment, and at the bloodthirsty cheering of the merciless crowd. They were vicariously enjoying the regal noblewoman’s plight as they watched her take the monstrous impaling shaft up through her marvelous torso.
When the cart was too far away and the woman was obscured by the surrounding crowd of thrill-seekers, Princess Uterissa moaned at her disappointment, bitter that she could not direct the wagon driver to wait. It was such a waste for her to not be in a position to fully enjoy the sacrifice of the noblewoman’s life.
Suddenly she heard the scream of death as the pole was driven powerfully up between the bound bitch’s lungs and into her throat. Even though she could not see the climax of the inventive execution, Princess Uterissa began to uncontrollably orgasm. She had no idea what the woman had done to deserve this, but it didn’t matter.
She heard three more whacks of the battering ram as it drove the end of the pole out through the noblewoman’s obscenely spread jaws. The Royal Princess rubbed her hairless and aroused cunt against the slender shoulder of one of the kneeling naked slave girls that had the privilege to share her cart.
Her long firm and ringed clit, with its fleshy hood cut away since childhood, vibrated as it rubbed against the dry flesh of the girl, wetting it. Without any regard for privacy or decorum, Princess Uterissa gave in to her lust, and shamelessly masturbated herself against the helpless kneeling slave girl’s upper arm, to the unmitigated delight of the casual passers-by.
There was a sickly sweet smell to the torch-lit passage in the catacombs deep under the coliseum. Princess Uterissa was sure they had climbed down into hell, so long as the broad stairway they had descended. The stone of the stairs and the walls were stained, likely with blood, and worn smooth.
The Coliseum was centuries old. Possibly millions of people had come down these steps before her. She wondered how many returned to the streets alive. Princess Uterissa recognized the familiar smell of the butcher shop and knew that what she smelled was the scent of human fear, stale excrement and human meat.
It excited her to think of the raw horrors and carnal sports brutality that lay ahead for these slaves. They passed through the large cavernous central equipment room, where swords, tridents and spears, daggers and whips awaited the women who would be chosen and quickly trained as mortal combatants, either to fight each other, against wild carnivorous animals, or seasoned male gladiators.
She knew at their sole objective would be to whack off each other’s limbs and tits and to slash open or impale bellies and cunts for the entertainment of the mass crowds in the huge amphitheater high above them. It was extremely exciting. Their entry into the contest or fight would be their last glimpse of sunlight.
Those females chosen for combat would fight each other to the death, with skimpy armament, nearly or completely naked, and the coup de grace would be decapitation, disembowelment, or both. The horror of these young female slaves’ short lives had been so great that many of the women and girls looked forward to the events.
They knew death would end their life of horror, and they were feeling as much sexual excitement and lust at the raw brutality of the exhibition as the crowd would experience by watching them butcher each other. This was Rome. This was what every slave girl dreamed of, being part of the pageantry and debauchery that was famous all across the known world.
From the mysterious sex murders in dark corners of Istanbul to the violent tribal butchery of Brittany, from torrid torture tents in sweltering Egypt to the mutilating massacres on the frigid plains and mountains of the Nordic countries, there was nothing to compare with the devastating brutality and perverse sexuality of the degenerate Imperial Games of Rome.
The high-level excitement of gross debauched exhibitionism and violent carnage prevailed. Here the death of the participants was not only legal but was the total focus of the violent and compassionless entertainments. Here even the mighty Emperor attended daily, not wanting to miss the new and exciting death sports.
There were endless variations invented for the women and girls to die, to hold the jaded interest of the crowds, day after day, decade after decade, to keep and improve upon the spectacles for centuries. Here the delicious spilling of the hot blood of innocent young women and naked young girls was what it was all about.
The cold-blooded ripping of tender female flesh, the severing of shapely female limbs and the merciless dumping of ripe-bodied women’s guts and organs were not accidents but the prime objective. These were indisputably the most decadent, degenerate and exciting games in the world. And now the slaves of the mighty Zoda had at last arrived in Rome, to entertain the insatiable mob.
THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHT