THE INCREDIBLE SAGA OF SLAVER ZODA 10 by Regis

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Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: THE INCREDIBLE SAGA OF SLAVER ZODA 10

Published: 28.08.2024

Story Codes: Erotic Horror

The Incredible Saga Of Slaver Zoda 10

Chapter Ten — Blade Games In The Baths

Zoda thrust his thick penis deep into the tight little asshole of the pretty blonde Nordic six-year-old girl he had selected for his bath. He sat in the large marble tub, pulling her beautiful small form down onto him, her tight anus completely ruptured by his impossible thick penis lunging up into the screaming naked child’s colon.

Around him were dozens of nude black-haired and pale fleshed shower women, who were taking turns in small groups pissing warm soapy water over him from their specially loaded bladders. The erotic spray of freshly loaded warm soapy water from the well-trained toilet women’s neatly shaved cunts rinsed off the pretty little girl’s blood that gushed over his legs from her split anus.

Three musicians provided music from a lute, a flute and a tambourine. A gorgeous dancing woman with firm melon tits, a mature cunt already in her early twenties, wearing only a set of long transparent colored streamers from her wrists and ankles, performed both sensuous and acrobatic entertainment.

The luscious cunt shifted her movements to match the changes in tempo of the music. As she danced, she entertained those watching by squeezing peeled boiled eggs from her vagina. This was a trick favored by the aristocrats of Rome and Cairo, and this mature beauty had mastered it, clearly having performed it often before.

Zoda could feel the head of his probing penis, which had destroyed the child’s immature uterus, thrusting aggressively against the small girl’s kidneys and stomach, and the feeling was so carnally stimulating by her little body squeezing on his cock that he signaled his wishes, and he was handed a double-edged knife by one of the female bath slaves.

As he reached orgasm and began to spurt his hot semen up into the naked child’s guts, he slashed open her slender throat, causing her colon to contract in delightful spasms on his large ejaculating organ. His gracious host, a Roman Senator, had a seven-year-old girl lying on her back along the broad edge of the tub, with his penis planted deep in the pretty small child’s throat.

His climax was triggered by the stimulating sight of his guest Zoda butchering the six-year-old. Zoda wiped the blade of the sharp dagger on the child’s belly, then handed the small but deadly weapon to the Roman Senator. The man took it and thrust it up into the naked little cuntlet of the suffocating child pumping her throat on his penis.

He deliberately drove the vicious weapon into the little girl’s virgin twat right up to its golden hilt. The small child arched her back in agony, causing her tummy to thrust forward, and in that moment the Senator ripped upward with the sharp blade, slicing open the little girl’s tightly stretched belly, revealing her inner packed tangle of intestines.

The child’s exposed guts slowly pressed their way up out through the clean incision and then spilt over into the tub as the athletic child bucked and twisted, her throat still fully impaled on the Senator’s ejaculating penis. The naked little girl was being fucked at both ends, with devastating results.

The mature dancing slave woman, an Egyptian with a strong nose line and a determined, self-assured face, straddled the gutted child and lowered herself over the handle of the knife sticking out of the little girl’s upper belly, pressing her flared vagina lips against the firm stock, and then lowered her amazing cunt onto the thick blade handle.

The stout polished wooden handle slid easily up into her moist shaved sex organ, as all of her boiled eggs had by now been laid, and within a few seconds, she had reached the golden hilt so that her open pussy lips pressed against the naked tender flesh of the little girl in whose small body the blade was firmly lodged.

Gripping the thick handle of the sharp-bladed weapon securely in her astounding sex organ, she lifted her hips, slowly pulling the vicious blade out of the belly of the small child. She paused with the bloodied steel blade jutting from her educated cunt, dripping blood onto the little girl who had been gutted with it.

Moving her sensuous hips slowly and deliberately forward, she then accurately positioned herself and carefully lowered her hips so that the point of the tightly gripped knife pressed between the ribs just below the pretty little girl’s left nipple. The mature Egyptian dancer had now converted herself into a human viper, with her cunt-mounted stinger positioned to kill!

To the horror of the naked female slaves, and to the delight of the two revelling men, the marvelous and well-trained nude dancing woman painstakingly pressed her shapely hips downward, her gripping cunt bearing the knife, and she drove the blade into the chest and then deep into the child’s heart.
The Senator smiled with real pleasure.

“She is from my slave school,” he said with pride, “I have ten very talented trainers, and she has been learning from them for more than two months. I am very pleased with the results. She is also a skilled dancer. I may give her a few more months before I kill her.”

The attractive slave woman knew no Latin, so did not understand what he said. She released her vaginal grip on the blade, and she lifted her educated cunt off the black shaft, now slick with her internal moisture. She rubbed her cunt against the end of the black handle, which was stuck firmly in the dead little girl, then she slid forward again so that the cunt-slimed handle pressed against the swelled bud of her anus.

With a sudden thrust, she dropped onto it, driving the thick wooden handle up through her tight anus and into her colon. Smiling, she twisted around and smiled at Zoda, looking for his approval and a small gift, or at least praise. He rewarded her with a brief smile.

“Is she fully obedient?” he asked the Senator.

“Of course she is,” the Senator replied, hiding the offense he took at the question, “Test her, she will do your bidding without question. That was the very first lesson at the school, and she was required to master unquestioning obedience before she was allowed to train in the art of pleasure. Being past the age of twenty, the cunt is well past her prime. She is yours, let us test the quality of her training.”

Zoda smiled back at the beautiful naked slave woman and gestured for her to stand up. Gripping the handle of the knife firmly with her anus, she raised herself, pulling the knife out of the limp but erotic carcass of the child. Zoda called for a second similar weapon, and held it firmly by the handle in his powerful fist, with the sharp double-sided steel blade pointed upward.

He instructed the skillful dancer with the first blade sticking out of her rectum like a bloodied metal tail, speaking in Arabic so that she would fully understand, to lower her cunt onto the blade he held. Without hesitation, standing on tiptoe as all sexual dancers did, she nervously positioned her vagina over the sharp upturned steel.

She then slowly bent her knees. Her remarkable cunt muscle opened as she lowered her naked groin, to admit the cold blade into her womb. This was the perfect example of a slave cunt doing as she was bid, regardless of the consequences. This mature Egyptian slave was indeed very well trained, as her Master claimed.

The Senator now knew that his prized slave was about to die, but he was pleased he would get to see it, and that it would happen at the hand of the Master Slaver Zoda. Her face revealed the horror she was experiencing as the keen edge of the blade cut groves in the tender inner sex flesh while she lowered herself onto it.

These groves soon deepened into gashes as she slid steadily onto the merciless blade. By the time her flared pussy lips reached the hilt of the knife and pressed their moistness against Zoda’s clenched fist, the blade had cut deep into the wall of her vagina muscle, its tip slicing into her cervix. and her blood dripped over his fist and onto the floor.

The look on her face showed her agony under her masked smile. Zoda released the handle, and she stood, with the handle of one knife and the blade of the other jutting from her crammed and now damaged groin portals. He was impressed that the beautiful dancer maintained her open smile, with the blade gripped in her damaged vagina.

She danced around the room erotically to the lusty beat of the music, as she had been so skillfully taught to do, gripping the two knives in her twin fuck holes, drawing admiration from all the other beautiful slave girls. She swung her hips and thrust her pelvis, displaying the knives to everyone present.

“Drop the knives!” Zoda commanded, and with the skill of a well-trained harlequin, she rolled her tummy, then pressed downward, and successfully shit them out of her twin fuck holes.

A spray of her blood from her cunt followed them as they clattered to the marble floor between her lean muscular legs.

“Dance!” Zoda commanded.

The three musicians resumed playing, and without hesitation, the woman began performing her sensuous dance movements again, this time with her blood dripping steadily from her wounded cunt meat onto the white marble, as if she were a bitch hound in season.

Zoda had one of the guards give him his weapon. It was a short-bladed hacking sword, its blade no more than two feet long. It was broad and double-edged. He held it out to the profane dancer, point first, as she danced on her tiptoes, her knees bent, her hands clasped behind her head, overtly flaunting her naked beauty.

This position emphasized the softly muscular form of her lovely legs, and she thrust her round breasts forward. On Zoda’s instructions, she turned away from him, and bending forward, she took the blade from him, by grasping its tip in her anus. She held her firm anal grip on the sharp blade as Zoda released the handle, which dropped to the floor.

Now the weapon was standing pointed upward, with the handle resting on the floor and the tip gripped in her rectum. Zoda had seen by her handling of the knife that the bitch had spent much of her training in developing the muscular power of her rectum and was able to hold and control objects in its grip.

The nude young dancer gradually straightened her lean legs, standing up straight, lifting the sword by its tip so that her anus bore its full weight. She continued to dance, legs wide spread, and as she stepped sideways, thumping her feet, she accidentally lost her grip on the bade, so that it clattered onto the floor.
To punish her for this lack of physical and mental control, Zoda stood and drove his fist into her upper belly so hard that he deeply bruised her diaphragm. He told her to take the two-foot flat double-edged bade and insert it again into her anus. She knew her Master’s guest played rough, and that she had no choice but to obey.

The remarkable young slave woman obediently stood over the blade, daintily holding it upright with her feminine fingers, and once more, bending her legs to lower herself over it, she again placed her tight rectum over the sharp steel tip. She now knew she would be required to take the entire blade into her colon and beyond, a fatal trick.

The obedient and obscene exotic dancer stood with her knees bent, on her tip-toes in the best form of a sex entertainer, and once again held the tip of the two-foot-long blade in the grip of her anus. She fixed her smiling gaze on Zoda, watching intently for any possible sign of reprieve, knowing that none was coming.

When there was no reaction, she bent her knees further, until the handle of the weapon touched the floor.

“Excellent, young lady,” Zoda said, “Now I want you to sit down on the floor.”

There was no ambiguity in his meaning. The cruel, powerful guest required her to impale herself on his hacking blade.

Obediently the girl pressed her anus down on the blade it gripped, and she slowly began to lower her torso onto the cold steel. Her beautiful face lost its color, but her body continued to self-destruct as she slid continually downward along the broad blade. Her anus was totally ruptured, sliced open, and rivulets of her blood ran freely down the invading shaft.

Zoda watched silently as she continued to do his bidding, and the only pause was very brief as the blade cut through the tight bend in her intestine and on up into her guts. The erotic dancing bitch was now totally his, and in a few more seconds her split anus reached the hilt of the sword, now taking her full weight.

She had obediently impaled herself on the sword to please a man. The beautiful naked dancing bitch clearly understood the true value of a woman in this fraternal society and had proven her full commitment to her subservient role. Her submission training had indeed proven to be perfect, as the Senator had stated.

Zoda suddenly kicked his foot up at her face with such force that his heel caved in her jaw, smashed her nose and popped her eyes out of their sockets so that they dangled swinging over her cheeks by their tough connecting cords. He had pulled his kick to avoid making the ruinous blow fatal by driving her sinuses into her brain.

This woman had entertained him, and her purpose in life had now been mostly served. If she survived the sword in her guts for long enough, all that remained was for her to be fed alive to the crocodiles at the banquet later that evening. They would find her meat to be sumptuous, and the guests would love watching the outstanding dancer being consumed alive.

She was now good for little else because, with an astonishingly fast and violent blow of Zoda’s foot, her striking beauty had been taken from her. Now her only beauty was the attractiveness of her well-built body, currently being used as a scabbard for his sword. She would make a fitting banquet for the crocks.

THE END OF CHAPTER TEN