INCREDIBLE SAGA OF MASTER SLAVER ZODA 1

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: INCREDIBLE SAGA OF MASTER SLAVER ZODA 1

Published: 16.04.2023

Story Codes: Historical, Torture, Young One, Snuff, WS, NC, Rape

Synopsis: Adventures of a sadistic slave master

Incredible Saga Of Master Slaver Zoda 1

Introduction

153 AD was the year when it all started, according to anyone who could remember. That was the year the slave Zoda won his freedom. He had been a slave from birth. He had progressed from being a houseboy, taking his master`s thin prick up his ass at the age of five; to working the salt mines as his muscular body had developed; to being sold into a slave breeding farm as a stud at the age of sixteen, where he was required to copulate with ten females each day.

He was then sold to become a rowing slave aboard a fast war ship in Caesar’s navy; and from there was trained to fight as a gladiator in the Coliseum. It was the infamous Roman Coliseum that his fortunes had shifted. He had proven to be formidable fighter, and had personally killed more than sixty men in fair fights on the arena floor.

He had also participated in three fanciful diversions. In these unusual events he and another veteran gladiator had been armed with short hacking swords. They were then sent in the arena to fight an army of fifty naked women armed with long handled tridents and short gutting knives they had been trained to use effectively.

In each case, spread out several months, he had unfortunately lost his fighting partners to a trident driven through the neck, or a gutting blade ripped up through the belly. In each case he had avenged the killing of his mate by butchering all of the beautiful slave bitches. This was not difficult, because although they had been well trained in use of their weapons, they were not at all seasoned fighters.

Zoda knew how to please the crowds. He made sure he had split open tits, ripped open bellies, disfigured faces and hacked off limbs before actually killed the bitches. Usually he rendered a fighting cunt totally helpless before he decapitated her, unless she came with her head thrust forward, presenting a target he could not refuse.

Because of his astoundingly ferocious attacks on the armed naked women, and because of the tenacity which he went through the naked cunts with his powerfully swung hacking sword, Zoda had become known in the arena as the bitch butcher. This provided him with both a name and reputation which would stand him in good when he began presenting his own violent diversions.

His most spectacular event as a slave was the lucky thirteenth bitch battle, in which he had been so effective in dismembering, gutting and beheading the beautiful women that, in a moment of weakness, Caesar granted him his freedom. Zoda had determined to build his own emporium to satisfy the most jaded lusts of the wealthy.

It became clear to him that violent sexual killings of naked screaming females were the entertainment with a great future, and he was going to begin on the ground floor. He pledged that he would gather thousands of the best of the female slaves to feed sexual passions, giving his clients the thrills of death games, by combining degenerate sex and artful events with horror and gore.

He would provide a year-round retreat and vacation paradise for Roman and Greek merchants and senators. He has begun by using his free-money to buy a sickly but attractive teenager, at a tenth of her real value, and the nursing her back to health. He prostituted her, and in two months he was able to buy three more sickly young girls.

When he saw that one of them was likely to die, he allowed a wealthy land owner to whip her to death, then took him to court, and won enough to buy ten more healthy young girls in a punitive decision. By the end of the first year, Zoda had developed a stable of forty young women, sixty little girls, ten catamites, a dozen breeding studs and ten castrated male slaves to tend them.

He had also developed a growing list of enemies, and so had five freed slaves as bodyguards, who were present whenever he traveled outside his own gates. Zoda had begun his remarkable business with simple prostitution, but he was planning toward obtaining the real wealth he craved, which would come through presenting artfully staged violent sex killings.

He knew the business from the inside, and knew what would work, and that he must go further than any of the traditional bitch killing spectaculars dared, to reach the goals he had set for himself. That was the form of entertainment that attracted the wealthiest of the wealthy, and that was the key to his future.

He had seen it at work in the Coliseum in Rome, on the private pleasure barges in Egypt, and in the Courts of Babylon. Zoda knew enough of the fights in the Coliseum to become an effective gambler, and carefully added to his fortune, until he was able to obtain his own island, with marvelous buildings already in place, and he had masons and artisans build new structures to serve his nefarious purposes.

Zoda knew that he must surpass the violent excesses of all of the other killing shows, and he knew that by combining art with brutality, he would have the richest man lining up at his gates to witness his debauched spectacles. He was the kind of man of who had it all, but he was currently driven by a desire to possess the Royal Princess Uterissa.

She was the perfect specimen of femininity, an eighteen-year-old virgin, and Zoda knew he must have her. He knew that it would be necessary to treat her as common slave to be fulfilled, and that as such she would give the supreme sacrificed in one of his spectacular death shows. If he ever got hold of her.

He imagined taking her to Rome, with a hundred of his other special slaves, as the feature entertainer in a day- long extravaganza of death games in the infamous Coliseum, where he gained his own freedom. It would be his triumphant return. There was no chance Princess Uterissa would become freed, he would arrange a spectacular entertainment in which she would give her life.

When she was wasted, he would find himself another incredible bitch to crave. In the meantime, Princess Uterissa could gain him the reputation he strove for, that of being the greatest slaver in the world. The name Zoda had quickly become a name to fear and respect, and this remarkable man, who was carving for himself a place in history, was just beginning.

Chapter One — Gathering Slaves

The oppressive heat below decks of the heavily laden ship was almost unbearable. The only breeze came from the oar ports with the slow movement of the ship through the calm waters. They had been rowing for more than thirty-six hours, and there was no sign of breeze as the ship with its human cargo sluggishly plowed forward under the high summer afternoon sun.

The captain had brought them to a group of small islands, hoping to pick some breeze. On the catwalk between the triple rows of slaves at the oars below the main deck stomped a big brute of a row master named Stumper, wearing only a black and red scarf on his head, a studded black belt to hold his sword and knife, and a wooden peg leg.

The thick stump of his penis, which gave him his name, stood raised at a grotesque angle, always erect as he did his erotic work, though the end of the flesh shaft had been whacked off years ago in a forgotten sea battle during his pirate days. Sweat trickled down his back and belly, and dripped from his large freely swinging balls as he skillfully swung his whip under the low beams of the lower deck, wrapping the end around the large dangling breasts of the women chained with the men to the oars.

There were twice as many women as men at the oars, and Stumper preferred to use his whip on the female rowers. They were much more responsive to the sting of the lash, and the naked bitches had such delightful tender targets between their legs, begging for the stink of his relentlessly searching whip.

He had been having a great time since the winds had died down, as shift after shift of slaves brought to the oars, driven to exhaustion as he lashed their naked flesh, concentrating the stinging blows on their hairless genitals. When he sensed that the slaves at the oars were ready to collapse, they were replaced by a fresh supply of both ripe and immature young slaves.

He regretted that the ship’s slave-master had decided not to use the very young ones. This meant he got to use the whip only on girls of twelve and older. He preferred to lay his whip on the younger ones, with their tight pouting pussies and puckered assholes, and their slender legs and round asses. In fact, he decided he like females of all ages, as long as he had his whip and his headless prick ready.

In Tunis, just a few days ago, he had sat on the ships rail, stroking his huge decapitated cock and drooling over the incredible lot of naked females as the new slaves had been loaded aboard this ship. There were more than six- hundred cunts coming aboard in this load, an international lot, some old, some kidnapped, and other born into slavery.

The slave-master’s young assistant had sat on the rail side beside him, admiring the groups of nude women and girls being herded up the gangway. He told Stumper that the fifty beautiful young black women with a wide stripe shaved clean over the center of their heads had been traded by an African King in exchange for a pair of thirteen-year-old twin albino girls with long red hair and pointed conical titties.

The albino twins had been delivered to the King complete with a small teak wood carriage they could pull him in, by means of gold chains laced through small gold rings pierced through the tight sphincter muscle of their assholes. This was an unusual place for towing rings to be placed, but when the girls were working, the rings pulled their anus rings out like small fried pastries, and made them wink with whipping.

They were both fitted with special gold chains as reins that were bored right through the base of their pointed little round titties, right against their ribs, rather than customary piercing of the nipples. This made the use of their gold chain reins much more painful for the girls, and stimulating for the rider in the little cart.

These beautiful young twins had been carefully prepared and trained by their mother, who had hoped to gain her freedom for the merciless design of their fittings. Instead, once her work was completed, she was fed to a pair of ravenous tigers as an entertainment for a dozen Arab guests by her owner, who was a notorious slaver.

More than two hundred of the young women, ranging down to seven years old, had been sold into slavery by their parents as payment for taxes. These were the daughters of merchants and tradesmen, and they were among the most attractive and sought after class of slave, second only on the pampered daughters of the upper class, who were more often kidnapped by slavers than sold into slavery.

There were fewer than a dozen of these coveted upper class slave bitches in this load. Stumper watched the lovely naked creatures making their way up the plank, chained in groups of about twenty. Four of the groups were eighty beautiful teenage Roman bastard girls of noble birth, measured only by their sire.

They were the offspring of beautiful courtesans, who were the sex toys of the courts who often mated several times each night, always with noblemen. They often married several times each year, and mated always with men of noble birth, but because their mothers were court harlots, no records were kept of the offspring.

To do so was an impossible task. As a result, the male children become soldiers, and the females become slaves. This group had been part of the estate of a wealthy Senator who had just died. Each of these beautiful young ladies had a short chain linked between her pierced cunt lips, forming a short loop the delicate foreskins.

When the girls were lined up one behind the other in rows of twenty, a long pole had been pushed through the gap in the chains, jamming against their young cunts and keeping them in line, while running many slivers into their tender and shaved cunt meat. This pole would stay in place the length of the voyage, to keep them together.

The pole joining their groins and forcing them to remain in a straight line would become regularly soiled by their urine and fecal material, but they would have water thrown at them often, to carry their waste into the bilge. As the voyage progressed, they and their captors would be dependent on a brisk wind to keep the air breathable.

To ensure a safe and swift journey, a mature full-figured woman, the wife of a local merchant, had been kidnapped in the streets, and was brought forward, stripped naked as if she were one of the slaves, and then she was ceremonially spiked, screaming, to the bow of the ship, just above the waterline, her back to the bow beam, to serve as a living bowsprit.

This custom, popularized by the Turkish slavers, was designed to bring good luck to the ship during the voyage. The slave ship was bound for Tire, where a Jewish trader who drew crowds for the quality of the slaves on offer was to auction the women off to an international clientele. It was a huge undertaking, and would last for several days.

Now that their ship was becalmed, just three days out of port, it had become necessary to use the living merchandise to pull at the oars, so the women were being brought up from below to help with the rowing. Stumper was in charge of their performance, and was delighted to be having his way with them with his vicious whip.

The huge oars were too big to sit at, and the rows of naked slaves were chained to the big oars standing up. This allowed Stumper to get the tip of his whip around the swinging bare balls of the males or up into the inner cunt meat of lazy slaves who were not pulling their weight in the heat of the ship´s rowing deck.

Stumper loved to make his whip snap into the sweaty crotches of the slaves. The men´s testicles would swell up from the brutal lash of the whip, so that men would look like bulls from behind. He especially liked whipping the damp crotches of the women, because not only would their anus ring pucker out with the brutal treatment, but their vulvas would swell out and flare when they would beaten, giving them the rutting look of market place whore bitches in heat.

Stumper was particularly attracted to the young bronze skinned negro women with the exaggerated figures and the shaved stripe across the middle of their heads. He had one of them unchained from her oar and had a fat pale-skinned naked Roman girl chained in her place. The contrast was beautiful, and the flesh of the white bitch showed the red welts so much better.

These lusty beautiful blacks had lived a life of luxury he could not imagine, but now on the slave ship this sexy one was his for the moment, and he would have his way with her. Stumper pushed her onto her hands and knees, making her put her arms out to the side until her large breasts bore the weight of her upper body.

Then he lifted his peg leg and podded around her vagina with it, parting the pink lips, revealing the light inner meat to the male slaves at the oars nearest her. Stumper noticed their rising cocks starting to dribble, as thick segma oozed from the piss holes of the horny slaves. Suddenly he kicked downward, driving the thick wooden peg leg deep into the crouched black women’s cunt.

She suddenly screamed, and Stumper lashed out at the back of the watching male slaves. They pulled hard on their oars, but as he pumped the wooden leg in and out of the woman’s exposed vagina, he noticed that the men’s erect and throbbing pricks were beginning to spurt their jism, without the assistance of their hands, just from the erotic sight of the sexual abuse of the bitch.

Before long the rough wooden floor of the oar room was slick with men´s smutty semen. The show Stumper was putting on for the slaves was just starting. Before he was through, their balls would be drained, and he expected they would ejaculate blood. He pulled his wooden peg leg out of the beautiful black woman’s cunt, but then he thrust his stiff stump of a penis into her open asshole.

As he pumped into her, he lashed ate the slaves at the oars with his whip, but their inspired ejaculation continued, and soon the scum on the floor of the hold was doubled. The women at the oars did their part, not only from their dripping cunts, but from lactating breasts as the merciless brutal whip squeezed and tortured them.

At the ships helm, a robust man held the ship´s rudder, while watching a pair of naked boys fighting each other for coins he had deposited deep in the womb of a large woman who was bound to the rail. They boys were driving their fists up into her vagina, aggressively fist fucking her while desperately squeezing the other’s tiny balls with his freehand to get the advantage.

The helmsman was so engrossed with the lewd sexual struggle and the woman’s consistent succession of violent screaming orgasms, that he didn’t notice the swift cutter racing out from behind the island until it was under the oar´s, and was quickly sheering off the lower bank of oars on the port side.

“Pirates!” he yelled, much too late, and as the ship’s drowsy soldiers awakened from their mid-afternoon sleep and armed themselves, they were swarmed upon as they were coming out of the hatches.

Those who did not quickly submit by rolling onto their backs and exposing their genitals had their throat slit.

Those who submitted in the traditional fashion were quickly castrated and were allowed to become eunuch slaves, who would be put to work, unhealed, rowing the pirate ship. As the short swords came down between their spread legs, the submitting male victims for some reason always ejaculated. It was a common male survival thing.

The decks were soon covered with erect severed male members, complete with the severed scrotums, and the deck was awash with not only blood but also thick gobs of their fresh cum, which joined the spurting smuck of the excitedly ejaculating pirates. For the raiders it was a celebration of victory.

The savage rogue seamen soon took control of the ship, and went below decks to discover their prize. The first sight they saw was Stumper butt fucking the kneeling black woman while lashing at the slaves chained to the oars. One of the pirates quickly got his stout prick up into the ass of the whip master, and gave him a load of hot gooey sperm deep in his shit pack.

This caused the whip master to ejaculate into the ass of the women, who reared back, and the pirate, still firmly anchored in Stumper’s ass, whacked off the woman’s right arm, and then her left, just above the elbows. The beautiful black cunt threw her head back to scream, spurting jets of blood from her raw stumps of her arms.

The pirate put the blade of his sword into her mouth and drove it down her throat. Stumper finished humping his scum into her ass as she flopped forward on her breasts, as dead as the Syrian woman who had been nailed to the bowsprit before they left port five days ago, as an offering to the gods of fair seas. Now he, the castrated sailors, and the cargo of female sex slaves were the property of a new master, the dreaded Master Slaver Zoda.

Chapter Two — The Bizarre Banquet

The beautiful naked ten-year-old girl with the long raven black hair lay back on her linen covered banquet table, raising and spreading her slender legs as she been trained to do, offering the thin end of the roasted turkey leg that had been painfully rammed into her little cunt to the master of the house who was seated before her.

Another naked child climbed up beside her onto the banquet table, and kneeling on wide spread knees, pissed fresh red wine into his goblet from her over-loaded bladder. A dozen other fair skinned young pre-pubescent nudes danced, into the banquet hall, climbed gracefully onto the table and offered food and wine to the guests from their bare little crotches.

A sixteen-year-old girl with huge breasts and a narrow waist was chained by one ankle to a heavy stone to the other end of the table. Bending over so that her big tits dangled and swayed wildly for the amusement of the guests in front of her, and exposing her moist and flared cunt lips and pink puckered anus to those behind, the desperate teen aged nude grasped the short chain that linked to the great stone, and dragged it slowly down the middle of the long banquet table.

The hundred guests at the table had all been given sharp whips made of split reed. As she slowly strained and sweated the way past them, they lashed gleefully at her hanging breasts and cleanly plucked hairless vagina. The guests were merciless, and the lash of their rigid reed crops was both painful and damaging.

The sharp edges of the split wood cut her skin, and the split flesh swelled as the unrelenting whips continually and ruthlessly battered her exposed buttocks, breasts and sex meat. The beautiful young bitch was streaked with her own blood and sweat before she was half way, and when she finally managed to reach the far end of the table, the severely punished young bitch was not only still alive, but was miraculously also still able to stand, so she was sent back to where she had started.

The merciless guests redoubled their efforts with the whips as she moved back past them, causing much more grievous damage to her vulnerable and delectable nakedness. The courageous young teen was not up to the impossible task, and collapsed at last in total exhaustion, long before she finished the trip.

She fell forward onto her big battered breasts on the table, and then rolled over onto her back, tits and knees up and her lovely legs akimbo, displaying to the guests the bleeding meat of her battered young vagina, positioned right in front of the Lord of the house, the great Master Slaver Zoda.

“Get up, bitch,” he bellowed, and lashed her across the belly with his split cane whip.

“I’m not moving, you can hit me all you want,” she shrieked defiantly.

The guests within reach laid into the naked little bitch with all their strength. Stumper cringed as Zoda gave her his full attention.

“I’m not moving! She screamed again in a shrill defiant voice.

“I believe she’s telling us the truth,” Zoda laughed, “Here´s a likely new scabbard for my blade,” he said.

He stood up, grabbed her free ankle, and pulled her lovely lean legs wide apart. Drawing his great double-edged sword, he stuck its tip into her torn and bleeding cunt, and slowly and deliberately began pushing into her quivering body.

She threw her head back and screamed, and bucked her hips as the great blade slid steadily into her.

“I’ll get up, I’ll get up!” she screamed as the blade slit up to through her uterus and cut easily into her abdominal cavity, and with her movement and the steady pressure pushing the sword, the tip sliced through any roll of gut that would not slide out of the way.

Her violated cunt was approaching the hilt of the sword the hard way when she threw her head back and screamed her last just before the tip of the blade emerged in triumph through her wide-spread mouth. The guests fell silent in awe at the pitiless display of ruthless power, and of the brutal discipline Zoda bestowed on his lovely young slave-girl.

His cruel demonstration was not only for the entertainment of his guests, but also as a compelling, forceful example to any other of the young slave girls who might question his omnipotent command. The banquet guests thumped tier goblets in appreciation, as hot blood spurted from the young skewered bitch´s cunt and mouth.

Zoda grasped the stout handle of his sword, and carefully drew it out of the arched torso of the defiant young bitch, who had paid for her insolence with her life. He wiped it clean on her spread thighs, and then carefully replaced the marvelous weapon in his belt. He had provided his guests with a moment of amusing distraction.

Stumper was summoned by the house master, and he quickly dragged the girl`s body and the large rock chained to her ankle off the table. Long-tittied black slave women sopped up the blood from the table with rags, and the merriment of the banquet continued as if nothing had happened.

In the kitchen, the young little girls who had served the meat in their puckered cuntlets were having the shit flushed from their intestines. They were all flushed clean inside, with repeated deep enemas, with at first soapy and then warm scented water. They performed like this at every banquet, and were used to the flushing of their fundaments.

Next their well-trained colons were stuffed full with rich honey and rice pudding, which they would deposit by standing on the table, squatting and putting their pink puckered rectums up to the open mouth of the guests. While the twenty beautiful young girls were having their lower guts stuffed to near the bursting point with the rich and delicious desert, another thirty naked girls lined up at wine barrels.

Ten husky women loaded these girls with wine, by lifting them under one arm while sticking their cunt`s against the bronze tubes that extended from the spigots of the huge wine barrels. These children would be wine the servers, to stand on the long table and urinate the fermented liquid into the goblets of guests.

By lining a girl´s narrow urethra up with the rounded end of thin tube, then forcing the girl forward onto the tube so it drove up into her bladder, all she was need was to turn the spigot, and the wine would rush into the living wine-skin. Although their active kidneys continued to produce urine, it was minuscule compared to the volume of the wine loaded into the girl’s stretched and expanded bladders, and their piss only served to add some tang to the recent vintage.

Five of the young wine servers were required to drink wine, then wait for an hour before serving the spirits stored inside their bladders. This increased the urine content for the more experienced guests who preferred lighter colored wine with increased content of the small girl’s personal pee tang.

All of these young serving girls had been well prepared and trained, and their guts and bladders had been well stretched by months of careful preparation. Although the loading procedure was agonizing, the naked little girls were bright and smiling prettily as they danced to the tables and seductively served their offerings of food and wine, which were warmed by their own bodies.

It was in their own best interests to entertain the guests well, and to be as sexually enticing as possible. After the festivities each evening, the guests always selected one of the serving girls who was judged to have been sluffing off, and they would be treated to the delightful spectacle of watching her being fed alive to a pair of crocodiles in the large indoor estate pool.

The big carnivorous reptiles had a habit of fighting over their food by savagely ripping the living young creature apart. As the guests finished the meal with the thick sweet pudding that was popped in their mouths from the naked girl’s puckered rectums, and had licked the warm little rectums clean, they were ready to enjoy the main entertainment of the evening.

They had all paid a handsome price in gold coins to join this feast with Master Slaver Zoda, and to witness this evening’s special, spectacular entertainments. They were all particularly looking forward to main entertainment of the evening, the announced forced birthing by three fully pregnant teenage slave girls, under severe torture.

Chapter Three — The Birthing Bounce

Three stout ropes hung by large pulleys attached to the heavy oak beams high overhead. Three ripely young pregnant young girls were brought in, and their nakedness displayed for the guests, who cheered the big naked studs that carried the girls in, with their cocks buried deep up the girl’s tightly squeezing rectums.

These three fourteen-year-old cunts were chosen for their appearances as well as their charms, because one was black haired beauty, the second was a fair skinned blonde, and the third a flaming redhead. They were all of the same size and bearing, and exceedingly beautiful. Zoda has chosen them well.

One end of each rope was tied tightly around the ribs of each of the ripely pregnant nudes, just above the huge swell of her belly and below her milk bloated tits with their highly extended nipples. The ropes were cinched extra tight, painfully squeezing the rib cages of the gorgeous teenage mothers-to-be.

When the knots were secure, the men butt fucking the young girls pulled on the ropes, raising the young pregnant bitches up off their cum-spurting pricks, so that their feet swung at waist height of the naked men pulling them above the floor. The girls screamed to fill the chamber with the sound of their terror.

The ropes were tied off so that this was as close to the floor as the young bitches would get when raised up near the rafters, and then abruptly dropped. The brutal action of the drop and the sudden stop when they reached the end of their rope would soon produce the expected extreme reaction within their ripe bellies.

In this remarkable contest these girls were about to produce their babies for the audience the hard way. As the guests saw how the competition would work, they were convinced their host was indeed a genius. The guests made wagers on which would be first to produce her sprog, on the sex of the first sprog dropped, and on whether or not the little bastard would be black.

While the bets were placed, the men who had lifted them used the hanging pregnant nudes as punching bags, driving their big fists into the round bellies and tits so that the screaming young naked girls spun and swung widely, kicking their legs to maintain balance and revealing their flared cleanly plucked cunts as they swung.

When the betting was completed, the three men pulled now the battered bitches up so that their heads touched the overhead beam. Then, standing well back, they released the rope holding the black-haired young beauty. In the sudden silence of the room the rope whirred as it slithered through the pulley, then with a sudden sickening snap it jerked tight, fracturing several of her ribs while grotesquely bulging her fat tits upward.

With a piercing scream the blonde next began her first brutal drop, and she was followed quickly by the redhead. Both bitches experienced the same bone crushing results. The audience of diners was delighted to see their fat bellies drop, and realized the pressure the jolt would cause to infant inside the three of them.

The brutal treatment was designed to cause the helpless naked girls to eventually give birth as they were being repeatedly dropped on the ropes. The girls were raised high again, then dropped again in the same order. More ribs snapped, and the rope came up so hard under one of the blonde’s big tits that the tortured boob split open under the strain.

Whitish blood-flecked tit meat squeezed slowly up through the spreading split as the three bitches were hauled up for a third drop. The redhead split open a fat tit on the next drop, and all three of the beautiful young bitches cunts began to spread as the first sign that the sprogs in their bellies being forced downward by the severe jerking.

Each time the young mothers were mercilessly dropped to the end of the rope, more internal tit-meat squeezed out of the top of their split breasts. Their cunt lips began to drip thick pinkish liquid, from their broken water bags. It was clear that in moments the pregnant girls would be painfully dropping their little sprogs out through the gradually distending cunts.

The shrieking and screaming was continuous from all three of the bound hanging young cunts now, and the men tightened the ropes around the girls after the sixth drop, and bound the girl’s wrists behind their backs to prevent them from accidentally slipping out of the big nooses around them. On the seventh drop, the redhead´s shoulders were as dislocated.

on the eighth drop the blonde´s collar bones snapped, by the ninth drop, with all three girls upper bone systems destroyed, all three of the hapless teens’ tortured cunts began to spread wide. As she was being raised for the tenth time, the first little sprog-head started to slide sensuously half way out of the brunette’s cunt.

It was a white baby, but it was so twisted by the forced dropping that its foot stuck out beside the head, and it was jammed tight in the screaming bitch’s distorted birth canal. The other two sprogs showed on the next drop, and everyone saw clearly that it was the beautiful blonde girl who was the one carrying the black baby.

In two more violently jarring drops, the redhead´s slick little sprog popped entirely free of the girl’s grasping cunt, jerking out her swarthy umbilical cord, and it’s head smashed on the floor. This proved to be lucky for the now dead sprog, because there were new diversions planned for the unfortunate new arrivals.

Zoda brought out a large doubled bladed sword, and jammed its sharp edge into the side of a stout table, and left it in place for the three dangling teens to contemplate. Small but long ropes were looped around their necks of the two babies still sticking out of their mother’s wombs, and the ends were slung over high beams.

Now the ropes were drawn tight, and the partly born infants were pulled upward by their necks, pulling their young mothers up by the tortured crotches. This put great strain on the infant necks, but for the moment reduced the load the girls were taking on the ropes around their crushed chests.

When they were raised high, the ropes holding the young girls’ arms were loosened, so that eventually they hung upside down with their entire weight supported by the ropes around the neck of the little emerging babies, which were amazingly still firmly stuck in their stretched and abused cunts.

Both of the wailing wenches were eyeing the great sword, wondering how and when they would taste its gleaming steel. The audience was going mad at the debauched exhibition, as the girls swung now freely by the ropes choking the life out of their fresh new sprogs, gripped in the decreased flexibility of the mouth of their vaginas.

Suddenly the blonde girl dropped, her black baby popping free of her distended pussy. As the wet sprog swung on the end of the rope, it was clear to see that it was a girl, its bright pink pussy standing out and open like a freshly boiled and de-veined shrimp. The mother had not fallen far, as she had been very close to the floor, so she was still conscious.

Even with her arms and shoulders broken, the gutsy young lady tried to get up, and as she was squatting, her afterbirth plopped out onto the floor to the cheers of the crowd. Just then the brunette’s weight pulled her grasping cunt off the hanging sprog, and her big tits smashed into the hard floor.

Her umbilical cord still joined her to the swinging sprog, which was now to seen to be a boy, with enormous testicles. Both young women attempted to crawl away from the scene of debauched sexual excesses, but their way was blocked by the sandal-ed feet of muscled soldiers. The girls looked up, and saw to their horror that the two guards each held a huge watermelon.

The new young mothers were quickly lifted and flipped onto their backs on top of the table, their beautiful young legs wide-spread. With horror they realized what was about to happen. While their uterus was still slack and greatly distended, their ripe wombs were to be stuffed with the huge fruit!

At the same time, they saw Zoda draw the large sword from the edge of the table, and with a single awesome stroke, whack off the big bulging tits of the unconscious winning redhead girl, bringing her screaming back to life. Her reaction was so severe that she kicked the sprog lying between her feet, and lost her balance, so that she caused even further damage to her upper body bound in the ropes.

The guests were served more wine from the bladders of the wine pissing little girls as they watched the twin severed milk bags from the pregnant woman bounce and roll across the floor like bladder balls. They were all attracted back to the action as Zoda pulled hard on the sex organ of the hanging baby boy and sliced off the little penis and ball sack as a single unit, getting most of the pubic mound as well.

They went wild as he similarly removed the infant pussy of the little black sprog, drawing out most of the immature little fuck muscle with it. He stuffed his middle finger up into the infant’s severed penis, like a thimble, then drove it up into the moist cunt-let in his other hand, bringing cheers from the crowd.

Most of the little serving girls had seen such brutal exhibitions many times before, but still some of them shivered and wept. Those little slave serving girls who didn’t have a strong negative reaction to the shocking violence were feeling instead a carnal curiosity and rising thrill in their chests that they were unable to explain.

They only knew that it brought a tingling to the bud of their nipples and a warm dampness to their little pert pussies, as they went past stark horror to experience a thrill of raw sexual excitement. The two soldiers depended entirely on the thick gobs of goo and blood emanating from the freshly stretched cunts to provide lubrication as they worked the huge watermelons up into the wide-stretched wombs and bloated bellies of the two screaming girls.

They worked quickly, before the internal organs had a chance to retract, and they were both successful in cunt-loading the girls with the huge fruit, so that the teens once more appeared to be fully pregnant! The two swell bellied young bitches were now stood up and paced back-to-back, bracing against each other on wobbly legs.

They witnessed the power of Zoda’s sword as he whacked at the dangling torso of the brunette, striking her side with such force the big blade sliced right through her, cutting her cleanly in half at the waist. Her lower half fell, carrying with it the dead sprog jammed in her womb, and her titles upper half swung violently as her head finally dropped to her ruined chest in death.

The other two girls, with huge fruit inside them once more swelling their big bellies, produced their final screams in unison as Zoda drove his sword through first one navel and on into the watermelon inside the belly, and then withdrawing it, plunged the sword into the fat melon-stuffed belly of the other lovely teenager.

The impaled young bitches somehow remained standing, back-to-back and supporting each other, with their heads pressed against each other. With a single mighty stoke, Zoda swung the large sword with both hands, horizontally at the slender necks, and lopped off both of their beautiful heads.

Even the hardened teenage serving girls screamed in horror at the sudden violent end to the demonstration of total power over the lives of the three pregnant girls. The three beautiful young cunts had lived only to please the death lust of the wealthy degenerate patrons of Zoda’s Island retreat.

The mighty slaver Zoda had once again given his guests their fill of shocking sexual abuse and slaughter of lovely young women. Several of the men were openly jerking on their long thick cocks, breathing hard as they pulled feverishly on the rigidly erect flesh poles in the most violent form of masturbation.

With the demise of the three naked pregnant girls, they were now spurting great gobs of their sperm in high arches, in salute to the great Master Slaver Zoda. The pretty little naked wine pissing girls were quickly sent over to go down on the ejaculating men, covering the throbbing heads of their cocks with wide gaping mouths.

These well-prepared naked children were carefully following their training and working their whole throats down over the sperm-jetting pricks to take the hot cum directly into their little tummies. They were not new to cum-drinking, and were so excited that they had to work hard not to pee out more wine as they took the forced throat-fucking.

As a special treat, Zoda moved around the table and told several of the men with naked little girls sucking on their cocks to put gold on the table. The three whose purses were biggest would be given the extra thrill of having the pretty young heads gorging on their rutting penises whacked off.

In the heat of the moment, the wealthy and horny guests placed on the table enough money to buy Zoda thirty full trained little girls to add to the human livestock in his incredible stables, and to continue to expand his horrific and degenerate sex shows that drew decadent wealthy men to his island retreat.

This was how his and his remarkable stable had grown, with the gambling that provided him with huge rewards of gold entertainingly expending the cheap lives of lovely but inexpensive young females. Whack! Whack! Whack! Three naked headless bodies flew, falling to the floor in various amusing and revealing poses, as if their final resting position been planned, and leaving the pretty severed heads on the trio of fat ejaculating cocks of satisfied customers.

Chapter Four — Capture of Princess Uterissa

The Princess Uterissa stood frozen in the impossible sandals, her long shapely legs incredibly and beautifully reformed by the bizarre raising of the heel, a novel idea of the Egyptians. The lifting of her heel threw her weight onto her toes, which in turn arched her beautiful feet and caused her upper body weight to shift.

This radical arching of the foot forced her to thrust back her round buttocks, arch her back, and jut outward and upward her full firm breasts. Her elbows were bound tightly together behind her back, severely hampering her upper body movement, and projecting her magnificent full breasts, bulging and showing them off at their best.

Her slender wrists were chained together and linked directly to single gold ring piercing the tight flesh of her pink and rubbery anal ring. Tears of humiliation moistened her large brown eyes with their dark lining and long lashes, as she stood on display, as if she were nothing but a common slave girl.

She was an Ethiopian princess, with a long slender neck, a strong proud nose, and light brown satiny skin. Here she was, a new possession of the infamous slaver Zoda, and she was being totally ignored. Her fairness of complexion and the circumcision of her clitoris hood, a custom in her country reserved for Royalty.

This flesh-removal caused the thick red tipped bud of her clitoris to stand erect and exposed, proving she was of high cast, and in no way deserved to be treated in this barbaric way. Displayed this way, naked in her height-elevating sandals, with her buttocks pushed back and spread, people could observe her private anus-piecing ring.

She had been on a successful slaving expedition, and her fast ship has stopped at a way-station provided for this very purpose, so that she and her retinue could spend a comfortable night ashore. It also provided the prized oarsmen, with which her father had furnish her ship, a chance to rest before the long final homeward leg of their journey.

The ship´s crew had strung the oarsmen together by standing them in a long line and running a stout chain between their legs, threading it through the thick iron rings that pierced their penises for this very purpose. In this handy configuration, the oarsmen had been led off the ship where they were bedded down on the straw covered floor in the slave barn.

Princess Uterissa was still a virgin, and had dozens of handmaidens who served her, and kept her happy with play that kept her amused and at the same time pure, as a princess must be. She enjoyed the luxury of remaining a child in every sense of the meaning, although she was nineteen years of age.

All of her pleasures were physical, and she was used to enjoying the ministrations of the beautiful and talented lesbian sirens, whose sole purpose was to keep her from becoming sexually involved with a real male, at any cost. An Ethiopian Princess’s real value would plunge if she were to ever experience copulation.

She was the second daughter of three, and as such would never marry or be expected to produce offspring. It was imperative to keep her internal organs free of insidious male sperm. She had been given the freedom to pursue her favorite pastime, procuring fresh young girls for the entertainment tortures presented for the amusement of her father’s many guests at the palace.

To minimize the risk of sexual exposure to males, she was limited to the procurement of maidens and castrated eunuchs, which was in fact her preference anyway. She had done very well at her vocation, and her father was pleased with her efforts. She had demonstrated particularly good taste in the succulent young females she selected to have tortured and killed for entertainment at her father’s banquets.

Princess Uterissa was well respected in the slave markets for her skills and discerning eye for prime human sex meat. She had been on her way home from such a mission with a new consignment of fifty female slaves she had procured at an auction, and was seven days travel from home, when the sudden and unexpected turn of events altered her young life forever.

On her slave shopping trip she had been particularly fortunate, and had arrived at the slave market just as a remarkable new offering was made available. They were either fair or olive-skinned females, sleek and nubile, and fully trained in the mysteries of sexual matters by the Sheiks of Arabia, men knowledgeable in such matters.

These young and beautiful female creatures ranged in age from seven to twenty. Even the vaginas of those beyond puberty had all been meticulously plucked as bare as those of a baby. Their nakedness reeked with sensuality, and their innocence was apparent in their looks of shame and hidden glances.

The guests knew they were to experience novel and entertaining slow deaths the show master would devise for them, and she selected enough quality girls and young women and girls that their total debasement and writhing suffering would entertain diners at several lavish banquets in honor of her esteemed father, the King.

The newly acquired female slaves had been left in the hold of the ship, where their pierced vaginas were ringed to bolts sunk into the heavy keel. The hold on his fast ship was less than three feet high, and it was too much trouble to unchain them and the refasten them again in the morning. That would be too much bother.

They were left sitting naked in their own filth, squirming like worms in the heat of the overcrowded hold to relieve the ache in their cramped limbs. They ranged from slender pre-pubescent girls of seven to twelve, to full-bodied hot blooded dancing women, the older ones ranging up to the fully mature age of twenty.

She was particularly proud of this erotic batch of fresh women-flesh, and with only one banquet each week, she was sure they would delight her father and his guests for at least a month. All of her plans for these lovely cunt’s were suddenly in ruin when, in the middle of the night, the tiny island with its single villa was raided by a horde of vicious slavers.

This kind of raid was common, and was always devastating. She, her crew, and the whole ship load of female slaves were captured. The raiding slavers were little better than pirates, stealing a legitimate ship load of slaves, the including the entire crew and its high-ranking Princess mistress.

The keeper of the island villa and his own slaves were untouched by the pirates, who were only interested in the Royal visitor, her retinue of female attendants, her ship and its crew and her string of quality female slaves. The captain of Princess Uterissa’s ship was ceremonially stripped, whipped, castrated and then impaled through the anus as an example for his crew.

Princess Uterissa’s fast ship was chained to the stern of the larger but slower slaver ship, which had its own hold filled with more than two hundred female slaves. The pirates had days earlier raided a small Greek island with a reputation for the beauty of its women, and had captured all females between the ages of ten and seventeen.

These marvelous young women were all now securely cunt-ringed to the ribs and keel of the slave ship, as were Princess Uterissa’s string of slaves aboard the ship. This was indeed a profitable voyage for the ravaging pirates.

Irissius was the oldest of the Princess Uterissa’s retinue, past middle age at thirty-two, and was her personal servant, a gift from her father. She was a Roman, and was reputed to have been a noblewoman who, according to the stories she told, and they sounded to be true, had once been a Senator´s wife.

This once noblewoman slave was now stripped naked and brutally gang raped by several of the pirates, who violated both her vagina and her anus. Her wrists and ankles were then nailed to the bow of the slaver’s ship in the position of a figurehead. Irissius was now a marvelous human ornament, and as such would proclaim to all who saw this ship for the duration of this trip, the true nature and quality of the cargo.

Chapter Five — Entertaining the Amazons

Now, less than two weeks later, Princess Uterissa found herself a common slave, owned by a cruel master and famous Master Slaver Zoda. He was enormously wealthy for a commoner, and had more than forty household slaves. As a person born into the highest cast, Princess Uterissa was the least trained of his sex slaves

The Royal Ethiopian Princess required special attention, which she was constantly receiving with the greatest possible humiliation in front of the others. Her life was in ruins, and she was unspeakably miserable. Now here she stood, modeling for her master and slimy visitor a pair of crazy sandals that this oily creature had brought from faraway Egypt.

These shoes were a novelty, but were totally unreasonable, because her foot could not sit flat in them. Instead, she was forced to stand on her tiptoes while wearing them. The man was a merchant, and wanted to sell these wobbly sandals to Zoda. The back of the sole was elevated by a long curved taper under her heel so that most of her weight had to transfer to her toes.

She felt as if she would fall over at any moment. The greasy merchant who was presenting these ridiculous sandals looked at her with a lecherous grin, and a trickle of spittle dribbled from his chin.

”As you can plainly see, these high heeled sandals are going to become enormously popular,” he said, running his lecherous eyes up on the long shapely legs to the bare loins of beautiful enslaved princess.

Princess Uterissa’s new master, the Master Slaver Zoda, agreed. This delightful young princess was indeed a tempting morsel, with a slender well shaped figure, full upturned breasts, a tight tummy, round firm buttocks and long slender legs. Her jet-black hair was regularly combed by her hand-maidens so that it shone.

As well, it was neatly braided into a single long thick black braid that revealed the classic lines of her long slender neck. She wore only a slave sheen, which was a soft thin flesh-colored garment that slipped over her head, but which besides being highly transparent, covered only her upper torso, leaving her sensuous belly, vulva, buttocks and thighs naked.

A fine gold chain hung between her legs, one end linked to the ring though her constantly erect circumcised clitoris, and the other end attached to the ring in her pierced anus. She felt more naked in the sheen and chain then if she were nothing at all. Zoda was very pleased with his new prize.

She was particularly beguiling in these strange sandals, and her posture was so provocative that the men’s penises stood erect, poking out against their white robes, and the lump in the merchant’s robe was suddenly showing a growing warm wet patch, with thick creamy jism leaking through the thin fabric.

Princess Uterissa flushed with humiliation in the realization that an unworthy commoner was ejaculating without even touching himself, just at the sight of her standing nearly naked before him. The dishonor was more than she could stand. Zoda bought the sandals, and forced her to wear them for the evening’s meal.

Princess Uterissa was assigned to stand in these remarkable shoes at diner and hold a fan over her Master, cooling him as he enjoyed his feast and the entertainments that his high slave, the mistress of the diversions, had provided, all of them of a grossly indecent sexual nature, the kind of entertainment Zoda preferred
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Tonight as guests there were half a dozen large blonde women, with slender waists and monstrous firm exposed breasts, the famous Nordic Amazons, wearing the loose white velvet robes of the upper class, and laying on mats around the low banquet table, each with a knee raised to display their naked plucked vaginas.

Naked pre-pubescent boys with large fans cooled them as they feasted, and a pair of muscular teenage boys with erect penises and their naked bodies greased wrestled for the entertainment of Princess Uterissa’s Master and the incredible Amazon women who were his guests for the meal.

Three naked girls in their early teens entered, and the mistress of diversions saw angry whip marks on Vreena, burns on Diana’s buttocks and breasts, and a deep slit across the bottom of one of Janile’s big tits.

“The keeper of the serving girls is taking her discipline measures a bit far,” she said, “I’ll have to talk to that lesbian dyke. I told her she could hurt you three slaves as much as she liked, but that she was only supposed to hurt you internally, because I didn’t want your pretty bodies marked up. Anyway,” she continued, “In the mean-time, you’ll probably turn on the guests injured like that, they love signs of sexual violence, and these lesbian women love to see big tits damaged. Anyway, I am short staffed, so I´ll have to use you.”

She gave them each a bird beak mask which covered the upper half of their pretty faces, and thrust a thick wooden plug deep into each of their tight assholes. The large plugs had long tail feathers attached at right angles, so that they stood up and fanned out like the display of a vain peacock.

She handed the new bird girls big wine pitchers and sent them out to serve the guests. The three girls, all blondes with enormous breasts, were distracted by the handsome wrestling boys. Each had one of his strong hands firmly grasping the erect prick of the other, while the other hand grasped, gouged and punched the slick body of his opponent.

Soon each of the boys’ thick long pricks reacted to the rough handling, and their spurting jism was added to the oil slicking their bodies. Just then a huge naked eunuch entered, carrying a ten-foot-long lance. He got to his knees, bracing himself, and aimed it to the two wrestling boys, crotch high.

Both knew what they were to do. Each was to try to present the other’s anus to the lance. The fight became twice as furious, and as the boy became fatigued, one of them finally managed to turn the other’s rectum toward the lance. The large gelded man pressed the sharp point of the shaft against the straining boy’s tight sphincter, and with a slight pressure it entered, opening the taut ring of the boy´s exposed rectum.

The youth screamed, from despair as much as from pain. He fully knew his fate, because he had witnessed this kind of finish to the wrestling fights several times before. The difference was that he had been always either an observer or, if participating, the winner in the past. The lad´s invaded anus pulsed visibly, desperately gripping the oil-slicked pole to try to prevent the inevitable.

Suddenly the lance was thrust, and it ran smoothly up into his colon, widening along its smooth length, further spreading the tight ring of his strained anus. With his colon stuffed with the stout lance, the boy cried out in despair. Again the thrust of the lance gained way inside him, spreading further his desperately grasping anus, and slicing into his guts as it run up through his glowing and sweating young body.

His back arched, then straightened as the lance was driven right up through him, and his greased torso heaved to the rhythmic clapping of the dining women. Just before the valiant youth collapsed, his erect and rigid penis spurted fresh gobs of his rich cum. Once more the desperate and vain attempt at survival pertained.

The point of the lance emerged through his screaming mouth, and then he sagged, groaned, and finally he slumped in death. The Amazon women cheered his valiant if losing struggle. As promised, Zoda was presenting an evening of violent sexual entertainment designed exactly meet their special tastes.

Chapter Six — The Porcupine Penis

The boy who won the wrestling match was bound to a stake, his big prick standing stoutly at attention. He would not be killed. Instead, for the entertainment of the women and to protect him from any further such contests, he was to become a total eunuch, with complete removal of his hairless testicles and penis.

But first, to ensure the entertainment of the wealthy and influential reclining Amazon women, he would undergo severe genital torture and extreme sex organ piercing before his ceremonial total organ castration. The ladies had come to see a show, and Master Slaver Zoda was going to ensure they were satisfied.

A beautiful woman of about forty, one of Zoda’s special slave control bitches wearing a floor length flowing white robe, approached the bound boy. In her hand were a bundle of dried foot-long cactus barbs, with very sharp points. Their shafts were one quarter inch thick, and they flared out at the base to almost one-half inch in diameter.

The woman smiled at the boy, and gently stroked his raging manhood with her skilled fingers. He was filled with an ever-rising lust as the attractive mature woman gave him glimpses of her full breasts as she skillfully fondled his nakedness, even though he knew that she would use the long barbs to penetrate his raging penis.

The woman grasped between two fingers the ridge of the skin that ran lengthwise along the base of the boy’s excited sex organ, and pulling out the skin just below the flare of the cock head, she drove one of the long barbs through his stretched skin, so that it emerged through the other side.

The boy found the pain bearable, and she repeated the skin piercing further down, near the base of the rutting cock. The barbaric torture seemed to increasingly stiffen the excited organ rather than deflate it. She got to her knees in front of her naked bound victim and took the salty tip of his raging cock into her mouth.

She closed her teeth behind the large flared edges of the cock-head, opening her lips so that everyone could see the firm grip her teeth had on the organ, and then she stuck a third barb into the middle of his thick flesh shaft, so that instead of just piercing his penis skin as before, this one was driven deeply into the youth´s puffed up cock-meat.

Besides the prick of the sharp point being driven through his cock’s skin which he had endured, the lad felt the shaft of the barb entering his penis flesh, pressing inward with a sharp and spreading pain that raged through his inflamed sex organ. With the horrible intrusion came another foreign feeling, which startled him.

Swelling though his boy, almost as powerful as the inflicted pain, was unbelievable excitement at being the center of attention, firstly of the beautiful woman working over his pain racked penis, and of the assembled banqueters, bare bosomed women, several of whom were watching his dilemma unfold as they feasted and joked.

Thirdly, he had noticed the three lovely but obscene young serving girls had come into the hall during the fight that he had so valiantly won, and in doing so saved his own life. Like these slave girls, he had also been kidnapped from tiny forest village in the north of Africa, where outside influence was limited to the stealing of people for slaves.

All of the girls in his village from the age of five onward wore thick plugs inserted into their vaginas to protect them from a brutal bestial rape by the lusting wild dogs that roamed the forest. Nobody he knew had ever seen these terrifying animals, but the danger of them cross-breeding with young girls was legend, and the reason for the vaginal plugs.

It was also well known that once a female was married, the stench emanating from her vagina from having sex would afford her sufficient protection from the marauding wild dogs, so that only a mature bitch should be seen without an internal ringed plug. For a young or pubescent girl’s little twat to be unplugged was clearly obscene.

The plugs stretched the little cuntlets of small girls, and every few weeks they were replaced with larger and thicker plugs. By the time a girl had the body of a woman and was ready to marry, her vagina was sufficiently stretched to provide a functional carrying pouch for melons and vegetables.

This functional application of their sex pouches made females at least somewhat useful as wives, and that was about their only value, for those who were rejected time after time by raiding slavers were not attractive, usually because of their huge cunts, and they were all that were left to become wives for the men.

The only females who were no cunt plugs were the breeders, and these were taken at an early age to the dark caves, where only the senior men of the village were permitted to visit. This is where copulation took place, and the breeders somehow, in the secret darkness of the caves, produced the new people for the village.

The new people were brought to the village at the age of two, and the new young females were allowed to remain plug-less to the age of six. Girls five years old and younger were not considered to be obscene when seen with their naked vagina unplugged, and the young males of the village were forbidden to insert their penises in the lovely little children.

From the age six onward, when a girl intentionally popped her cunt plug, she was considered to be an outcast. She would be driven out into the forest to mate with the wild dogs, and three of the elders of the village would follow her to be certain it happened. Sure enough, within half an hour her horrified screams would be heard from the village, and would continue for more than an hour.

Then there was a deadly silence throughout the forest, and everything would return to normal. Soon the elders would reappear, carrying her naked carcass with them, her crotch area ripped and battered, her pink viscera oozing out of the open groin-rip where her anus and offending cunt had been.

The brave men would proudly show the blood on their organs and groins, which they said was the blood of the wild dog they had slaughtered. They never produced the body of the wild dog, because they claimed it was evil to look upon, and everyone was glad that they had such brave elders to protect them.

As the girls of the village grew, and they were somehow lucky enough to survive the frequent and violent raids by the slavers, the larger and larger plugs forced up into their stretched cunt’s were held in place by thick iron rings driven through their pouting outer pubes, with the sharpened ends secured in the protruding plugs.

Once she was free of her plug, a woman’s husband fitted her with a permanent cunt ring that did not prevent use of her greatly enlarged organ, but which was useful, when combined with a stout chain, for her to drag heavy things home. It was highly immoral for a young female to be seen to have no plug inserted into her vagina.

Without a cunt plug or stout ring, she was seen as being incredibly daring, because she was risking a horrifying and brutal rape by the mythical wild dogs. This was considered to be an extreme form of nakedness, and the boy found watching the impudent serving girls with their pouting pubes to be highly erotic.

These three lovely slave girls in their early teens were displaying their unplugged shaved pussies with their fared pink lips so brazenly that he felt his pained prick surge again with renewed fuck-lust. This was the worst kind of profane behavior, to be unplugged at such a tender, highly vulnerable age.

The sex-tortured boy was particularly impressed and startled to see that there were no ring holes through the brazenly flagrant girl’s pubic meat. These wanton young hussies had apparently never been plugged! He was sure they deserved the brutal treatment that had given them the flesh damage they were all sporting.

These naked young large breasted slave girls were apparently not villagers, because they all appeared to be virgins! God, if only a trio of the wild hounds would burst into the banquet hall and rape, rip apart and then devour these three lovely and impudent naked creatures! He would surely ejaculate all over the ceiling!

He looked down at the mature woman kneeling before him, holding the swollen head of his enlarged penis in her teeth so deliciously as she drove another huge barb deep into the stretched young sex shaft. He couldn’t help himself, his captive tortured penis was rutting with an uncontrollable level of lust.

The woman’s loose robe had fallen open as she twisted the hard barb, pushing it painfully through him. Now her huge breasts with their deep cleavage and erect nipples filled his eyes, and below them he saw how her tight tummy muscles delicately folded as she leaned forward in the obscene act she was publicly performing on him.

He squeezed his eyes closed to scream at the pain of another long barb being brutally thrust through his lust-raging penis. When he was able to open his eyes after the scream, he saw she had released his penis from her teeth, and he watched the tip of the last huge cactus barb emerge out the other side of his fuck shaft.

Then for the first time he noticed that her breasts were now pressing tightly together to form a sexy buttock-smooth cleavage. His eyes bulged at the size of the woman´s now fully exposed bloated mammaries. He was not startled to see the bared breasts of a woman, for these were one of the few assets a female had to offer.

In his village a woman was a beast of burden, and any woman with such large breasts had a thick wooden staff pushed right through them like a yoke so that she could carry heavy loads. As a result, within a few short years, they naturally hang low, stretched permanently from bearing heavy weights all her mature life.

What startled him were that this woman’s huge tits were not only full and stood upright, proud and erect, having clearly never borne a burden, but they were also unmarked, with no large pierce holes through them, and they were so firm it appeared that they never had a heavy burden to bear.

He was not just used to the brazen carnality of the outer world. The lack of respect for tradition was too much for him, the boldness of the females beyond his imaginings, and he felt he was about to spill his precious sperm. Ten long barbs were slowly driven through his sex-gorged penis, then an extra thick and long one was pushed in through the piss slit down the length of the tortured prick until it emerged back between his balls, its sharp point piercing the thick skin of his scrotum.

When his big swollen and pierced prick resembled a porcupine, his testicles were each pierced, run right through with long sharp barbs.

Janile, Diana and Vreena were deeply disturbed by the barbarous display, but they were unable to take the eyes off horrible sexual torture scene.

The boy was so handsome, and his large organ so stiff and exciting as it took the long barbs that slid so cleanly into the rutting male sex organ, that they nearly pissed themselves watching. Not was the gorgeous captive slave Princess Uterissa able to look away as she stood fanning her master to keep cool in this incredible tent of wanton debauchery.

She had never seen this kind of intricate work being performed worked on a male, although she was familiar with the use of long barbs on the tender sex organs and breasts of young female victims. She was delighted with the extraordinary visual effect that they had on this muscular boy’s raging erection.

Now it was the time for the coup de grace. The women clapped her hands, and beautiful naked seven year old girl entered. She had long braided blonde hair and wore red sandals, with the long thongs lashed around her slender legs past her knees and half way up her thighs. She carried a red satin pillow. On it rested a long sharp knife with a gently curved thin blade. The weapon was crafted from the finest Damascus Steel, and would be perfect tool for a ceremonial castration.

The sadistic woman took the blade, then a Nubian slave took hold of the child so abruptly that the girl suddenly dropped the pillow. He pulled her arms behind her, thrusting his knee into the base of her spine to force to press her crotch forward. This pressure on her back made her slender legs spread wide, and her alluring little vulva to press open.

The audience of Amazon women laughed with delight as, one by one, three colorful little birds wriggled out of the child’s little cunt-let and flew around the room. The woman used the offered little womb to test the blade. She thrust it up into the screaming child’s vagina, then easily sliced up through her belly, opening the naked little girl like a sausage pie.

Princess Uterissa was disappointed the severe test were so sudden, she would have preferred a slower, teasing approach to the inevitable incision before gutting the pretty little girl, but she realized that the child was not the purpose of the entertainment piece at this banquet, but only a diversion.

The sudden and brutal evisceration of the living child was too much for the bound boy, and his uncontrolled excitement, he began spurting out thick gobs of his potent semen, even with his throbbing sex organ so thoroughly pierced with the vicious barbs. Now the sadistic woman extracted the blade from the little girl, and used the child’s cheek to wipe off her blood.

Now the opened carcass of the pretty little gutted child was dragged away, and the woman placed the blade against the base of the youth’s testicles. He renewed the spontaneous ejaculation with vigor, and was spurting his jism as the blade sliced into the tender sack. Carefully she sliced around the flesh pouch, being careful not to damage their precious and sensitive contents too soon.

With great skill she completely removed the skin sack, revealing the two veined testicles dangling by the blood vessels and the tough cords that carried his sperm up into his penis. The audience of Amazon women had often witnessed castrations before, but none had ever seen a man’s naked balls, still functional, dangling outside their protective scrotum sack.

They applauded the creative flesh carver, and yelled for his balls to come off. The woman had designed another move to precede the final stroke. She knelt in front of the teenager, took the head of his skewered penis into her mouth, then closed her teeth over the swollen glands and bit down hard, chomping right through the tortured shaft, entirely removing the swollen head of his penis.

She spit the severed penis head out, then quickly thrust her tongue against the blood spurting stump, temporarily stemming the bleeding. Then she placed the sharp blade against the base of his prick, at the bottom of his belly, and began an even stroking which sliced right through the mutilated, spike-impaled male organ.

It fell to the floor between his legs. She splashed the wound with brine to slow the loss of blood. Now the sturdy youth stood bound before them without a prick, but his large pair of naked balls dangled free their encumbering sack between his legs. The boy’s screams of dread and terror filled the large banquet room, to the delight of the female diners.

Zoda clapped his hands twice. The blade flashed, and the boy’s balls suddenly flew across the room. Two of the Amazon women made quick lucky catches, and had claimed souvenirs of the monstrously violent but delightful castration entertainment. Seeing a healthy young male being emasculated was for them very constructive.

That night Princess Uterissa was given a very short and immodest hemp smock, that came down to the top of her pubic mound, but left this visual delight and the sensuous curve of her buttocks available to the roaming eyes of the bitch keepers. She gratefully give up those tortuous shoes. Her arms were unbound, and she was placed into a holding pen with the three girls who had been serving that night.

The captive slave women all huddled together on the straw mat to keep warm as they slept. This treatment by her handlers was by far the most degrading part of all for Princess Uterissa, sleeping on the floor with naked slave girls, but long before the night was far advanced, she appreciated their sensual feminine warmth.

Chapter Seven — Travel to Rome

The next morning, the naked girls were fed and then were loaded into a slave cart. A team of three large breasted women, their useless arms amputated at the shoulder, was brought from the stock barn, moving side by side, joined with thick wooden yoke thrust through large holes in their big tits. Their shaved cunt lips had been pierced, and the rings through them held the leather reins.

This was the kind of cart that had brought Princess Uterissa from the ship when she had first arrived on this profane Greek island. She wondered if she was going to be taken back to that disgusting pirate ship. These women of burden were not those that had pulled her cart up the long hill, and this was not the same cart.

On her arrival, the horse women had been dark ebony skinned, and had their tight curly black hair close cropped. These were pale skinned women, from the North, with long flowing red hair. They were beautiful, and Princess Uterissa marveled that her owner would use these much-valued females as beasts of burden, clearly ha has was a man of much wealth and power.

The cart moved down the hill, but past the docks where the pirate ship had landed, and moved to the busy dock-side where a large merchant ship was tied. There were several other carts, most of them drawn by female human animals, also attached by breast-yokes, and all of the carts were loaded with exotic female slaves.

The driver skillfully moved his cart into line with the others, jerking roughly on the women´s distended cunt lips with the reins to guide them to his will, and he used his whip liberally and effectively to encourage the gorgeous human beasts to pull the heavy cart up a ramp onto the deck of the ship.

The stiff yoke pierced through their full breasts pulled horribly at the strained mammaries, stretching the long-healed holes, and swelling out to the size of pointing male thumbs their large erect nipples. It looked to Princess Uterissa like the bulging tit flesh would be torn open with the strain, but these women had been well trained to the task at hand, their firm tits held, and the cart, heavily loaded with its enticing human cargo, creaked up the ramp and into place beside the others.

On the ship´s deck, the naked female slaves were properly organized by Stumper, who clumped about the newly varnished deck with an air of authority, displaying his headless erection to anyone interested in looking. He use his whip liberally on the flesh of the slaves who stepped even slightly out of line.

He preferred to get the lash up between the lean legs of the lovely ladies, seeking out the tender and sensitive meat of their delicate sex organs with remarkable accuracy. When any of the captive bitches got too close to him, he used his peg leg to jab them in the buttocks and their bellies. He was not a nice man.

They quickly learned to respect him because of the brutal severity of the punishment he dished out to those who were either too slow or too attractive for him to resist punishing. The word passed quickly from cart to cart: they were going to Rome! It was rumored that Zoda was going to produce a spectacular sex and death show in the dreaded coliseum!

They all shouted with excitement as they realized they were going to be featured in the show of all shows, performing in the great Roman Coliseum. Their master, renowned as the greatest lady killer Rome had ever seen, was returning to produce a show with this remarkable collection of voluptuous slave bitches.

All of the captive and enticingly naked females were certain they were headed to be entertainingly slaughtered in the Coliseum’s enormous pit of death. To die in that fashion was something most of them could only dream of. Most of them were right.

The port in Rome was astonishing to these slaves, in that most of them had never seen a large city, let alone the largest city in the world. Rome was the center of all world trade, and the harbor was alive with commence. All along the docks were merchants selling their wares, with activity repeated every day of the year.

Their offerings included fresh fruits, fish, fine linens, silks and wool, whips, sandals, trinkets, slaves, new and exotic torture implements, strange and wonderful weapons, and products from across the world. Ships were busy off-loading cargoes of nuts, wines, slaves, exotic and ferocious animals, lumber, ropes, nets and pottery.

Everywhere people seemed to be in a hurry, and stopped only a moment to watch the latest arrival of slaves as Zoda’s seven ships were unloaded. Rome was the busiest and most active seaport in the world, and the cargo masters allowed their hundreds of naked slaves no time to dally.

As their ships were being docked, these female slaves of the famous bitch-killer Zoda were privileged to witness a rare sight. Along the docks a pair of gamblers took bets from those awaiting the arrival of ships. When they had taken all the bet´s they could attract, they released a pack of vicious Egyptian hounds after a beautiful naked teenage Arabian girl, one of twenty in his pen.

The canines dragged the terrified bitch off her feet right beside their ship’s ramp. The slave girls watched in horror and fascination as the gamblers and a group of curious passers-by ran up to witness which hounds pulling down and demolishing the young girl for sport and entertainment of those who witnessed the abomination.

The spectacular sport-killing of the naked slave cunt on the docks was incredibly violent. The hounds ripped open the teen’s full firm breasts, and then did the same of her tight belly. She thrashed, twisted and bucked in hopeless desperation as the vicious animals tore out yards of her snake-like intestines.

They emptied her belly of her viscera, and when they found it, jerked out with their fangs the young victim’s heart. The beautiful young girl’s shocking struggles were clearly in vain. There was no question that she would be killed by the hounds. What was at issue was, in the heat of the fight, which beast would rip her heart out.

She was almost entirely eviscerated, with her stomach, kidneys and liver out on the deck, along with her tangle of gleaming guts. She arched her back as she lay there, was up on her toes so that the sunlight streamed into he open torso. The watchers cheered. Before long one of the big vicious hounds got its fangs into her rapidly beating heart, and ripped it from her.

All of Zoda’s slaves realized that what they were witnessing was the kind of spectacular and violent death they were likely to be facing themselves within the next day or two. This was Rome, and the games here were squealing and mewing their horror as the victorious beast lifted the vital organ high in its blood-dripping jaws.

Their bladders were all emptying, and the deck was quickly awash in fresh steaming bitch-piss. Zoda’s throng of female slaves trembled in anticipation as they watch the hounds settle to feast on the still warm flesh of their kill. Each of them could imagine herself lying there, and each knew her own fate would be similar.

Several lines of twenty slave girls stood in rows, one behind the other, with a heavy iron chain strung between their legs and through their thick cunt-rings. These chains were attached to the rear of the slave carts, pulled by the teams of armless naked women with the breast piercing yokes.

These remarkable and novel carts led the profane procession, in which Princess Uterissa rode. Only the most privileged of Master Slaver Zoda’s slaves got to ride in the remarkable women-drawn carts, and only the Royal Princess Uterissa was permitted to wear a garment, inadequate though it was.

Everyone in Rome had heard, and now knew by this privilege of mini-modesty afforded to this slave, that the incredible slaver Zoda, who had come to provide a full and spectacular afternoon of entertainment in the Coliseum, owned a real Princess as a slave, and that he had brought her with him.

Zoda rode his chariot, with a naked eight-year-old girl lashed with her back to the chest of each of the four mighty horses, that strode through the streets four abreast pulling his chariot. The naked children had their legs lashed to the horse’s front legs, so that each of the small naked girls appeared to be running close in front of the beasts as the magnificent horses pranced.

These proud horses were broad chested, so that the children’s legs were well spread, fully revealing their marvelous little hairless and brightly painted cuntlets. They were so traumatized by their fate that they all squirted out sprays of child-piss, wetting the cobblestones in front of the advancing chariot.

This amazing vehicle bearing the notorious slaver brought up the rear of the procession, so that all who saw it would know that all these slaves, walking and those riding in the woman-pulled carts it followed, belonged to the powerful and wealthy man. The mighty Master Slaver Zoda was in his glory.

Chapter Eight — Public Execution of a Noblewoman

As the procession approached the 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. 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 the enslaved Royal Princess Uterissa could hardly focus her attention in one direction, there were so many things to see. Wherever she looked, there were groups of citizens encircled around 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 and genitals whipped for the sport of it. An Arabic woman was stark naked, and was kneeling on a bench, legs spread, thrusting large fruit into her womb.

She had clearly 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 writhing and kicking, gave birth to huge watermelon, to the delight of the watchers. She knew how to use her prime asset, her cunt, to entertain by-passers.

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 cunt-let.

Behind the booth stood twenty more dark skinned children, each trembling as she watched, awaiting her turn to be butchered in a similar fashion by a paying customer, who would lay down ten times the amount of gold that the little girls had been bought for. There was no escape for them.

Several fenced-in booths featured large trained domestic animals that were having devastatingly brutal sexual intercourse with bound slave women and girls. The cheap wine and coarse liquor and hot blood-lusting citizens of Rome were seldom sober. For them, life was all about sadistic entertainment, sex and gore, thanks to Caesar.

Arriving at the center of the square, she saw the central attraction that had drawn the enormous crowd. Standing in an opening was a large tripod built of huge logs. It was at least six people high. Suspended from the apex by stout chains was a fourth log, horizontal to the stone pavement and about three feet above it.

This heavy stout wooden shaft 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 this configuration was a very common arrangement used as a battering ram. Today this monstrous device had a different purpose.

Strapped face up to a coarse bench was a beautiful noblewoman, with her sheer silken robes piled on the ground with her groin exhibited to reveal her cleanly plucked pubic mound and her open cunt. 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. The purpose was clear: the post between her legs was intended to publicly impale her.

Wealthy women in positions of power such as this noble bitch had held, were responsible for the horrible entertainment deaths of many slave girls, and the crowd, delighted as they had been with the extremely violent entertainment killings she had provided for them so often, now had no mercy for her.

Princess Uterissa was impressed at the simplicity of the large device’s ingenious design. With a single swing, the 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 pole up into her vagina and then her guts over a protracted and more entertaining period.

What was about to happen in the large crowded square was a public execution. Her husband, who was a Senator, stood with an eager and voluptuous fourteen-year-old beauty already wearing a bridal veil at his side. He denounced the bound woman as an unfaithful wife, and made the mandatory triple statement of divorce, a necessary formality before the execution was to occur.

The crowd was pressing hard to see the event, and their numbers slowed the procession of Zoda´s slaves to halt. This unexpected pause placed Princess Uterissa’s cart very close to the device, and because she was up in the cart, she had a clear view of the action over the heads of the crowd.

Suddenly the women in the crowd screamed with delight as they heavy ram was released. The sound of the contact with the thick pole was followed immediately by an earth-shattering scream from the bound noblewoman, as the tip of the pole invaded her sex organ and jammed tight because of its thickness.

The crowd cheered as the heavy ram was drawn back again, a bit farther this time. The noblewoman now had firm grasp on the thick pole with her exposed vagina, and her beautiful and stately face was transformed into 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 tine 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 against the shaft was immediately followed by the woman’s ear splitting scream, and then the 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 would take place later inside the coliseum. Princess Uterissa was startled and disappointed as the armless slave girls pulling the cart she rode in began again to make headway.

The driver of the cart was threatening to use his 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 terrible punishing pendulum, and to hear the woman’s screams dimmish as its progress through her body, gradually taking her life.

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, simply at the whim of her powerful Senator husband, who preferred a younger female companion.

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 memorized what she saw to ensure it would work.

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 to witness the end of the creative kill. Suddenly she heard the scream of death.

She knew the pole had been driven powerfully up between the bound bitch´s lungs and into her throat. Even though she was unable to see the climax of the inventive execution, Princess Uterissa responded as she began to uncontrollably orgasm. 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.

She 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 erotically against the dry flesh of the girl, wetting it.

Without any regard for privacy or decorum, the Royal Princess Uterissa shamelessly masturbated herself against the helpless kneeling slave girl´s upper arm, to the unmitigated delight of the casual passers-by who happened to notice. They noticed that the teenage girl was also in rapture, and was experiencing an orgasm.

There was a sickly-sweet smell to the torch-lit passage in the catacombs deep under the coliseum that swept over them as they climbed off the carts and entered the depths of the incredible place of death. Princess Uterissa was sure they had climbed down into hell, so long was the broad stairway they had descended.

The stone of the stairs and the walls were stained, and worn smooth. The Coliseum was centuries old. Possibly millions of people had come down before her, and never returned. She wondered how many, if any, returned to the streets alive. Princess Uterissa recognized the familiar smell of the butcher shop, and knew that what she smelled was human fear and human meat.

It excited her to think of the raw horrors and carnal sport 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 naked or be pitted against seasoned male gladiators.

She knew that 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, naked, and the coup de grace would be decapitation, disembowelment, or both. That was what the crowds of Roman citizens would expect, and that was what they would get to enjoy, at the expense of the lives of these girls.

The horror of these young female slaves’ short lives had been so great that many of the women and girls actually looked forward to the events, 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 violent tribal butchery of Brittany, from torrid torture show-tents in sweltering Egypt to the mutilating massacres on the frigid plains and mountains of the Nordic countries, this was the summit of depravity.

There was nothing anywhere in the world to compare with the devastating brutality and perverse sexuality of the degenerate Imperial Games of Rome, provided to satiate the people. The high-level excitement of gross sexually debauched exhibitionism and violent gore-filled carnage prevailed.

Here the death of the participant’s was not only legal, but was the total focus of the violent and compassionless entertainments. Here even the might Emperor attended daily, not wanting to miss witnessing the endless variations invented in which the innocent naked women and girls would die for the amusement and pleasure of the crowd.

These spectacular games were designed to hold the jaded interest of the crowds, day after day, decade after decade, in fact to keep and improve upon the spectacles for centuries. Here the delicious spilling of the hot blood of innocent naked young women, the cold-blooded ripping of tender female flesh, and the merciless dumping of ripe-bodied women’s guts and organs were not accident but objective.

These were indisputably the most decadent, degenerate and exciting games to be seen anywhere in the world, and Rome’s world, its empire, was huge. And now the slaves of the mighty Zoda had at last arrived in Rome, and the citizens would witness atrocities created for them by a new Master Slaver, the remarkable Zoda.

THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHT