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Writer: Regis
Subject: MEGHENSA’S FALL TO ENSLAVEMENT 6
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 6
The big black slave was one of the few that was not a Eunuch. He had an organ that hung down over a large testicle sack, swinging as he walked. As the girl positioned herself, the organ began to rise, and it grew rapidly to an impressive size.
Even with its head missing, the massive penis stood proud and threatening, with a slight curve upward. It was less bowed in an upward curve than those Meg had seen on the male sex dancers. It was also much more massive than she had ever seen before. The formidable size of this big black slave’s penis was the likely reason he had been allowed to keep it.
The slave dropped to his knees between the girl’s spread legs, which put his penis within range of her nervous little twat. He grasped her spread knees in both hands, then by gyrating his hips, ran the massive knurled end of his organ against her sex slit, picking up the moisture of her sweat and brushing it over the small vagina mouth.
The child pursed her lips in fear, breathing rapidly through the small round opening of her lips as the probing penis roamed over her naked sex organ. She too had seen the sex dancers performing their copulation dance, and knew all about forced fornication.
It was a fearsome thought, that this monstrous organ would enter her, when she could not even get her own small finger into herself. Even more frightening was that she would be lifted, impaled on this mighty shaft, with her whole weight suspended on her gripping organ, to dance with her feet off the floor, as the sex dancers did. That was all she knew of fornication.
Suddenly there was something more pressing for her to contemplate. The male slave tightened his grasp on her slender thighs, and with a steady thrusting action, pressed his hips forward. The nub of his decapitated penis pressed hard against her fat little vulva, mashing and then spreading the outer lips of her virgin cuntlet.
The inner lips were pressed hard against the closed opening, then they too spread. Now there was only her hymen, a band of tightly stretched porous membrane that held him out of her. He persisted in the pressure, and she screamed at the pain.
The deflowering of virgins had become a favorite diversion entertainment at social gatherings in Rome, and the naked young Lillithee was providing her master’s wife and friends with an enjoyable show. That was her role in life, and she understood that perfectly.
She squirmed and screamed, vainly attempting to twist away from the big black, who held her thighs in his firm grip. She beat at the marble bench with her clenched fists as he bucked his hips, increasing the pressure on her tiny vaginal seal with his turgid penis.
This slave’s specialty was to rape virgins for his master, and he was highly skilled in his craft. Lillithee felt him pressing her legs further apart, painfully so, and at the same time increasing the force of his ramming flesh rod, its head pressed into her virgin vulva.
The mighty shaft was beginning to rip her single defense, and she felt it tear as the mammoth shaft suddenly slid deep into her. She felt the pressure increase through her whole torso as the invading penis filled her, pressing firmly against the pad of her uterus.
As they had been instructed to do before the performance, the young dancing slave girls moved forward, tightening their ring, and spreading their knees, they all urinated on the girl as the big black slave fucked her. Meg positioned herself so that she could piss on Lillithee’s face and into her screaming mouth.
The slavemaster was not in the least concerned about pregnancy; a pregnant girl was worth more for entertainment than one who was barren, and any issue she produced was automatically the property of the girl’s owner at the time she dropped the baby.
At the rate slaves were being used up, particularly females, owners were taking every opportunity to impregnate their female stock. Nursing women, capable of producing milk from their breasts, and perhaps whelping a baby while being tortured, were of particular value.
The torture and abuse of pregnant girls was a popular sport, and over the past several decades, berthing combined with extreme sexual abuse had become a refined form of public entertainment. Caesar liked to have women crucified in the Coliseum as they were going into labor, so that they would drop their babies from high in the air before they died.
The ripely pregnant women on the crosses were raised high enough that when the sprog finally spurted out of their cunts, their umbilical cord would not reach the ground. When the dropping infant hit the end of the cord, the force of impact would usually jerk their inner womb right out of them.
It was a spectacular show, but was always very messy. That was the reason the grossly obscene crucifixion-berthing was always demonstrated and performed out in the open. The Coliseum, with its bloodstained sand floor, was the perfect place to stage such an event.
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Now that Lillithee was no longer a virgin, she was not kept with the virgin dancers, and Meg saw little of her. She did see her first performance, because it was at a banquet at which Meg danced. A total Eunuch, with no penis or testicle sack, led the nude child in, crawling on her hands and knees.
The naked little girl wore a tight leather collar, and was brought in on a leash, like a pet animal. This was a common use for slave children, and some were raised from their earliest years as crawling pets, and never allowed to learn to walk upright.
Meg had owned such a pet when she was eight, a little Egyptian girl, but it had died from the whipping she gave it when it made her angry. Meg seldom thought of the past; there were too many new things to experience and look forward to.
The master was entertaining several men and women travelers, and they all lounged on large down-filled satin pillows as naked slave girls, with skins bronzed from hours in the sun, fed them. Musicians played their lutes and lyers, and Meg and her several naked friends danced.
The performed an energetic and obscene dance, displaying and spreading their vulvas open with their fingers, each of them urinated into the wine mugs of guests, and then they impaled themselves through the anus with specially designed and constructed wooden flutes.
The ball at the end of these special anal-flutes were pressed a full foot’s depth into the pretty young dancing girls’ colons, and they looked like polished and varnished wooden tails as the girls began their remarkable dance.
Only two of the profane young dancers had not had their colons flushed prior to the performance. These two moved over to a pair of guests who had made a special request. The guests grasped, and then pulled the hollow flutes out of the girls’ anuses.
The round head of the flutes made a delightful “pop” sound as they were pulled free from the grip of the young ladies’ rectums. As expected, the instruments were smeared and packed with the girls’ offal muck. The girls had purposefully not been cleaned before getting the flutes inserted.
The two daring guests gingerly put their tongues to the fouled instruments, apparently to sample the virgin offal. There was little a Roman wouldn’t do to gain a new experience. They then used the dirtied flutes to spank the girls, marking their buttocks with dark excrement.
A pair of six-year-old slave girls brought forward moist perfumed towels and wiped clean the bums of the two offending dancing girls. They had been well struck, and angry red welts stood as raised white rows with red bases where the flutes had landed.
This severe swelling of the whiplashes on her otherwise perfect flesh raw spoke of the brutality of their terrible experience with the vehement whipping. For some reason their Master had chosen these two beauties to experience this terrible treatment.
THE END OF CHAPTER SIX