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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: MEGHENSA’S FALL TO ENSLAVEMENT 3
Published: 29.09.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff, Young Ones, Abuse
Synopsis: In the time of Zoda, the great Roman slaver, there were highly produced shows to entertain and divert the citizenry, featuring sharp steel swords and spears, knives and hacking swords, all designed to part the flesh of naked females, often very young. It was a time of destruction in their great arenas, where cunts were split open and bare bellies ripped, to cover the sands on the floor with blood and female gore. Ladies died to be in these shows and also died in them. The butchery of naked cunts was a tradition, and the tradition was maintained for generations. Everyone of note owned female slaves …
Meghensa’s Fall To Enslavement 3
Meg could see that the full breast of the slave girl was red around the base, and suddenly realized that she was one of those who had had been hanging by that breast up in the courtyard. Meg wondered where the woman customer would take her to have her way with her. She wished she could have the opportunity to watch them making out together.
Two male slaves seized the slave girl, and lifting her, laid her on her back, legs spread, on the top of the large butcher block. Meg watched in horror as a butcher, wearing a large bloodstained white apron appeared, took a large knife from the side of the block. The woman customer was buying the girl for her meat!
Without pause, the butcher did his thing, and deftly plunged the knife into the top of the naked girl’s belly, at the base of her rib cage. The beautiful victim was too shocked to scream as the butcher drew the blade down, ripping her bare belly open through her navel, cutting a path right down to her plucked pubic mound.
The men holding her lifted the ripped girl into a sitting position, and the butcher skillfully removed loops of her viscera, gutting her alive. Her tangle of intestines slid out of her open abdomen and dropped neatly into the tub on the floor. The butcher cut them from her and piled them on the stone floor.
This left only her vital organs intact for the moment, and the slave men laid her once more onto her back. They had gutted the naked teen alive, not killed her, and there was much more for her to endure before they were finished with her. She was still fully capable of screaming.
Now she did so, at the top of her lungs, as she realized the true extent of what her merciless masters were doing to her. She was reduced to a living piece of meat, and the first half of her current definition was soon to be wrong. She was helpless to stop them from killing her.
Meghensa was shocked at how calmly the cruel, heartless evisceration of the young girl had gone, and at how accepting the other slave girls and the customers were to this kind of incredible inhuman violence. She had led a sheltered life and had never seen this kind of treatment of girls.
Her father had protected her from the extreme forms of harsh sexually violent entertainment that had become commonplace in the great city of Rome and throughout the Empire. She had never been exposed to this kind of vile carnage she was now witnessing, and realizing it was common here.
Protecting his daughter from the realities of Roman life, her father had never let her be present when he entertained his special guests by savagely taking the innocent life of a pretty young slave girl. As common as this kind of event was in Rome, it was all new to her and chilled her to the bone.
She had never in her wildest dreams imagined to what degree a person could be treated as an object to satisfy carnal lust. The slave master’s whip came up between Meghensa’s legs and smashed into her cunt, stinging the virgin organ severely. She had stopped moving at the sight of the gutting of the live girl.
Although the guests were too interested in watching the inhuman disembowelment of the voluptuous teenage girl to notice Meg at the time, her full attention needed to remain on her seductive performance, no matter what else was happening within her eyesight. The show must go on.
Even at the tender age of twelve, Meg understood this, and although she screamed at the violent lash of the brutal whip against the exposed meat of her tender sex organ, she resumed her licentious performance. The sting in her groin and on the delicate lips of her organ persisted as she danced her obscene dance, free-form, as she had been so well trained to do.
The Royal Princess Meg had been reminded by the whip to her tender cunt of her new place, station and purpose in life. She was a slave, an entertainer, and had to pay total attention to what she was doing rather than to what was happening near her. She existed only to please her masters, and she now understood that they found only her total debasement pleasing.
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Meghensa realized with remorse that she was no longer a person, and allowed the freedom to be curious, shocked or sickened. She was now simply an object, another sexual being, existing only to be used and abused. At that moment it became evident that they might even decide to dispose of her eventually.
She did not know of any old slaves. Of those she knew, the oldest was in her early twenties. A slave girl’s prime years were her early teens when they were most sexually desirable. After that, they simply disappeared when they were no longer needed, and she knew little of their disposition. Her father had always taken care of that.
She had thought her father sold all of the slaves, but now she had other thoughts, too terrible for a twelve-year-old to contemplate. She realized with a chill that it was much more likely that when slaves disappeared, it was because they were killed, likely for sport. As she thought about it, that was a far more reasonable explanation.
She had seen her father’s slave master torture teen girls and young women, those fifteen or older, to make an example of them, and she had heard slave children say that sometimes the torture led to death, but she thought the stories were fantasy. Slave children were known to exaggerate, and surely they had been doing that.
This beautiful slave woman on the butcher block was not going to live long, with all of her entrails cut out and heaped in that big bucket. The woman customer selected the cuts she wanted, and the butcher went to work. The design in this shop was to butcher the girls alive first and slaughter them in the later stages of the butchery.
That way the customer got the maximum enjoyment from the degenerate process of butchering a girl alive for prime cuts of her meat, cutting off choice steaks and then removing her select succulent organs. How they died seemed to Meg to be as important as how well they were cut as meat.
This was an insane reality for a twelve-year-old girl to grasp, but Meg was getting the picture. One of the helpers held the slave girl’s right leg against the butcher block with the knee bent, and the mighty cleaver dropped in a terrible arc. There was a sickening sound, and the gutted girl’s shapely foot flew to the floor, cleanly severed.
Piece by piece bits of leg or arm flew off, to be retrieved and packaged by an older slave, to be taken home with a buyer. The slaves who were new to witnessing human butchery, including Meg, screamed in horror; the others watched dispassionately. Despite all of the violence she was seeing, it was not them on the bloody butcher block.
The experienced ones knew that this was just part of the natural life cycle of a slave, and they had sense enough to save their screams for themselves. The cruel cleaver dropped in a rapid series of expert blows, and the girl’s lower leg became a dozen-inch-thick steak, bone-in. Although she was horrified, Meg was enormously impressed at the butcher’s skill.
Then the butcher began cutting rib roasts, haunch roasts and cuts from her well-formed back. She was in good shape and had taken good care of her muscle development, which made her a prime human pig. Meg watched in disbelief as the woman customer selected how she wanted each part of the unfortunate slave girl to be removed.
Understanding how the cut was to be prepared, the butcher with the mighty cleaver hacked with gusto at the beautiful living human carcass. He removed a succulent whole breast roast; sliced bacon from the girl’s belly, cut intact a fabulous fillet of cunt, and carved some beautiful loin steaks.
He then produced a baron of hip roast, anus attached; cut small chops from one arm and removed the other arm intact; cut out her long and tender tongue, which ended her screaming, and then removed her edible organs, a process which finally killed her. Meg was startled at how much of the devastating butchery the girl had survived and experienced.
The butcher was a true master of his trade. He completed his work by carefully removing her head from the female carcass. One side was hung on a hook like a side of beef, with the breast and hip still attached, while the other side, from which the breast and hip had been removed, was cut into a rack of ribs, back roasts, and a shoulder roast.
With a flash of insight, Meg recognized the whole picture: this was not an isolated entertainment. Upstairs in the open courtyard was the vegetable and produce market, while down here in the room below was the meat market! It was out of the general public view only for proprietary reasons.
There was no effort to mask what went on down here. The length of the stairs, switching back halfway up, and the special wall arrangement served to contain the screams of the young ladies as they were being butchered. That kept what went on down here from interfering with the vegetable market above.
Some of the girls, as this one was, were displayed hanging by their tits up in the courtyard for all to see. Only customers wishing to purchase a meat-quality girl and supervise her butchery came down the stairs. Meg discovered this when she was required to remain and dance all through the long day.
Girl after girl was selected from those strung up in rows, or from the advertised specials hung in the courtyard. The screaming naked females were butchered alive and then slaughtered, prepared to the customer’s special requirements. That was how things worked in this extraordinary human flesh marked.
During the day Meg watched more than a dozen girls being eviscerated and cut up alive. It was incredible. Two teenage male slaves carried the tubs of viscera out for disposal, cleaned them, and then brought them back to be refilled. Twice Meg was taken back to the kitchen to have her anus refilled with the steaming hot sausage.
It was when she returned to the meat market the second time to dance that she heard her owner tell a customer that the sausages the girls were serving from their rectums were made from the meat of a woman slaughtered on the butcher block the day before. The sausage wrapping was the same woman’s intestines.
This was so shocking that Meg inadvertently shits out three of the fat sausages in her colon. She earned a rapid flurry of sharp cracks of the whip to her buttocks and cunt for her loss of control. The slave with the whip grabbed her around the waist and used his fingers to stuff the fat sausages back into her rectum.
She resumed her obscene dance, and the butchery of beautiful young women selected as meat continued. Several of the girls were selected from the stock strung up in the large meat market, and two others were brought down from being on display in the vegetable area in the courtyard upstairs.
These girls were placed and held on the butcher block in front of the buyer, and while the strong male slaves held them, the butcher did his work, reducing the beautiful young women to attractive cuts of meat. Twice debauched older people, one a man and the other a woman, commanded Meg to urinate into their mouths.
They preferred the essence of young girls to the real wine served from the bladders of the teenagers. Meg was not only used to pissing into the mouth of an eager recipient; she had never known any other way to evacuate. What she found exciting and daring was peeing into the mouths of wealthy Roman citizens.
The customers at this establishment were the wealthiest in Rome. The use of females as meat was restricted to the very wealthy, as not only was it incredibly expensive, but was also highly illegal. Cannibalism was not a part of what people knew of life in Rome. Slaves could only be legally killed for disobedience.
Eating human flesh was banned throughout the Empire, simply to make the act more interesting. Here in Rome, using select women as meat was a common practice among the wealthy and powerful. Markets such as this one were never visited by the law enforcement authorities while on duty.
Judges and senior army officers were among the merchant’s clients. Something happened later in the afternoon that made Meg feel suddenly very vulnerable. Three people offered to buy her; two of them wanted her butchered in front of them for her meat! Her owner saved her when he set her price far too high.
It turned out he had other plans for her, but she shook with fear when he gave in and sold one of the other young dancers, a beautiful ten-year-old with early breasts and a puffy bare cunt, for meat. The youngster was an aggressive sex dancer, with more raw talent than training.
She had been mimicking Meg’s better moves, and repeating them as new customers came into the lower meat market. Like the women over fourteen with their full bulbous breasts, the selected child was opened and disemboweled alive as Meg watched and was cut up to meet the wealthy customer’s specifications.
Her shapely legs were cut off halfway up her thighs, and she was cut in half at the waist with a saw, from her lower belly to the middle of her back. This produced a double hip roast, which featured her virgin cuntlet when it was set with her ass propped in the air. That incredible job of butchery capped a remarkable day in Meg’s new life as a slave.
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE