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Writer: Regis
Subject: MEGHENSA’S FALL TO ENSLAVEMENT 3
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff
Synopsis: In the year 106, during the reign of Roman Emperor Trajan, six years before Hadrian came to power, the Royal Princess Meghensa was born. In addition to ruling the massive State of Macedonia, her father was a Maser Slaver, a title earned by those trading in the best human flesh available. The title was useful, but he made his money in procuring burly young cocks and pretty young cunts, and then raising them with excellent trainers to become highly attractive to buyers.
The beautiful, precocious child grew into a valuable asset, and her father, having moved his entire operation of trading in human livestock to Rome, unfortunately learned to gamble, which proved to be his downfall. He could have easily found a wealthy buyer for the girl, and obtained an excellent price for her, but instead lost her as a gambling debt.
Meghensa had been served by personal slaves until she was sold, and knew what was expected of her once she became one. Her new Master made her a dancer because of her beauty and grace of movement. Once her virginity had been ended in a special performance, she began to specialize in copulation and fornication dancing, which was growing in popularity at the time. With a vivid imagination, she created highly obscene acts, which improved her value to her owner.
Meghensa’s Fall To Enslavement 3
The wooden soles of their bizarre slippers clacked loudly on the stone steps as they went down a passage from the kitchen to the large subterranean room. What Meg saw amazed her. It was, as she imagined, a party atmosphere, but business was being done.
Luscious white slave women were chained by their collars in rows to overhead ceiling beams. Their chains were drawn so tight that they were all forced to stand up on their tiptoes, making an attractive sight as the strained their gorgeous legs beautifully to support themselves.
Customers moved along the rows, feeling and inspecting the voluptuous slave girls as if they were selecting choice animals for slaughter. What Meg found most unsettling was the large wooden bloodstained butchers’ block in the middle of the large room.
Hanging by hooks from the sides of the block were several large cleavers, knives and butcher’s saws. She had often visited her father’s kitchen to watch game being butchered for the evening meal, and this was exactly the kind of block they used.
The customers were pleased to see the young slave girls enter, and watched as a flute and drum were played, which provided melody and rhythm for the girls’ nude erotic dance. Meg found it surprisingly easy to dance in the wedge-soled slippers that forced her feet up.
She thrust her hips, spread her thighs, rising up on her toes, and rotated her naked crotch forward, presenting her pretty cunt for the customers to examine in close detail. Meghensa looked delicious. She raised a bent knee to the side, lifting it as high as possible.
Then she arched her back, and with a pressing action, forced the end of one of the sausages out of her anus. In this position, balanced on tiptoe, she writhed and squirmed erotically, sliding the sausage in and out of her little bum hole as easily as a prostitute would dart her rolled tongue rudely between her lips.
She was spectacular, easily outperforming the other trained sex-dancers. It was not that the others were not erotic or stimulating in their lewd and sexually explicit movements. All of them were well trained and experienced naked erotic sex dancers, capable of raising any man’s penis with their highly stimulating moves.
It was that young Meg had the benefit of having attended the best school, her father’s, where she was being prepared to entertain none less than the mighty Caesar. She had been a free girl, who wanted to learn, and her teachers had spent more time with her than with any of the others. She had learned the most bizarre and wanton tricks of all, and had mastered them.
The row of naked dancing girls were very popular in their unusual steep-wedged slippers. The customers were entertained by them then followed the young slave girls as they climbed up onto a low bench, and presented their bare buttocks.
By this time, a thick sausage stuck out between each pair of slender spread buttocks. As they had all been instructed to do in the kitchen, the young girls had all shit the tubular meat rolls part way out, to impudently present them to the many paying customers.
Eager mouths quickly covered the protruding brown spiced sausages, and the customers took turns nibbling on the tasty treats from the colons of these erotic virgins. The older teenagers came in as they were sampling the unusually served meat.
They did a filthy, provocative dance that included spurting tiny sprays of the crimson wine that had been loaded into their bladders, squirted from their spread cunts. Several of the excited customers moved over to the teenagers to enjoy the wine from the unusual human vessels.
The slave master instructed the slave girls who had no customers feeding from them to continue to dance. The music continued, and the slave girls performed as the customers went back to their inspection of the extremely stretched nude women.
From time to time a customer would return for a snack, or a new customer would enter. The girls were well supplied with the sausages and wine, and would pause in their dance to service a hungry or thirsty client, then resume the erotic movements to the wild rhythms and soaring melodies provided by the two musicians.
At the far end of the room was the stone stairway that led up into the central courtyard, with another stairway leading down. Meg watched as a male slave led one of the beautiful young women was made to go down the stairway, followed by a customer.
Meg could see that one of the girl’s full breasts was red around the base, and suddenly realized that she 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.
Two male slaves seized the 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 who was wearing a large bloodstained white apron appeared, and took a large knife from the side of the block.
He deftly plunged it 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, through her navel, cutting her open right down to the mat of her pubic hair.
The men holding her lifted the ripped girl into a sitting position, and the butcher skillfully removed her viscera, gutting her alive. Her tangle of guts slid out of her opened abdomen and dropped neatly into the tub on the floor. The butcher cut them from her, leaving only her vital organs intact for the moment, and the slave men laid her once more onto her back.
They had gutted, 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, and 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 a living piece of meat, and the first half of her definition was soon to be wrong. She was helpless to stop them from killing her.
Meghensa was shocked at how calmly the cruel and heartless evisceration of the woman 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.
Her father had protected her from the extreme forms of harsh sexually violent entertainments that had become commonplace in the great city of Rome, and throughout the Empire. She had never been exposed to the kind of carnage she was now witnessing.
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, 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 her virgin sex organ severely. She had stopped moving at the sight of the gutting of the live screaming naked girl. The whip got her moving again, which meant she would be more attractive to anyone who noticed her.
Although the guests were too interested in watching the inhuman disembowelment of the voluptuous girl to notice Meg at the time, it was important that her full attention be on her seductive performance, no matter what else was happening.
Even at the tender age of twelve, Meg understood this, and although she screamed at the violent lash of the brutal whip against 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.
She had been clearly reminded of her new place, station and purpose in life. She existed only to please her masters, and she now understood that they found only her total debasement to be pleasing. Meghensa realized with remorse that she was no longer a person.
She was no longer allowed the luxury and freedom to be curious, shocked or sickened by anything she witnessed. She had now been reduced to being no more than an object, a highly attractive one, another sexual being, existing only to be used and abused.
Meg realized in that moment that eventually they might even decide do dispose of her. She did not know any old slaves. They simply disappeared when they were no longer needed, and she knew little of their disposition. Her father had always taken care of that.
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE