INCREDIBLE SAGA OF MASTER SLAVER ZODA 2

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: INCREDIBLE SAGA OF MASTER SLAVER ZODA 2

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 2

Chapter Nine — In the Coliseum´s Catacombs

Princess Uterissa was the first to hear the distant shrill chorus of piercing horrified screams. She was completely familiar with the sound of horror and agony that were associated with the dying entertainers after a carnal exhibition of blood-letting in the arena. And this was the arena of arenas.

They were in Rome, and these were the renown catacombs beneath the notorious death-dealing Coliseum. Zoda’s brood of gorgeous female slaves had been caged in these holding pens for two days, and the terrifying sounds were nothing new to them. They were the sounds of death, being dealt as a commodity.

During the past two days they had seen the occasional parade of bizarrely costumed young bitches, their tits and cunts on full display, being herded up the broad arched tunnel to face their execution or death sports, and had watched the delectable ruined carcasses of the same cunts being dragged back down to the enormous disposal pit.

The screams were now echoing through the torch-lit subterranean tunnels that led down to the huge cavernous chamber of holding pens. The captive Princess Uterissa quickly determined that the horrified screaming and rumbling of the large wheels of heavily laden carts was getting closer. This was so exciting!

She knew these slaves who were being slaughtered for entertainment of the unruly crowd were all her inferiors. Those still to go to their deaths were penned in the crowded cages that lined the walls of the sloping stone tunnel. They were now somewhat experienced at watching the horrors of the carnage that raged in the upper oval.

However, they could never get fully accustomed to the endless parade of pierced, ripped and eviscerated bodies of the beautiful young girls that passed them each hour. They knew from the progress of the advancing screams that there was a horrifying sight being brought down from the central arena of the Coliseum.

The preliminary morning round of events had started a short time ago, and Princess Uterissa and the others had seen the large group of female slaves of another slaver, far inferior to those owned by the mighty Zoda, being taken up out of the catacombs to perform. These were simply villagers, with no sophisticated ladies of the court.

There were three athletic and muscular black women, and more than a score of beautiful small black girls. There were also half a dozen slender pale skinned teen-aged Egyptian girls, with their sleek black hair tightly braided, and the long braids wrapped tightly around their heads, holding in place long deer antlers.

Stuffed into each anus was a plug-mounted deer tail, and in their heads and feet they wore hoofed gloves. The three black women had their large breasts bound tightly ant the base with wet leather thongs so that they bulged obscenely, and as the leather had dried and shrunk, they were squeezed so hard that they swelled up into outlandish orbs, the major veins stood up in dark angry ridges.

Many of the tortured breasts looked like they were ready to burst from the incredible strain. This was a popular breast display technique among show slavers to make the women’s tortured mammaries appear to be larger and even more obscene than they were, when viewed from the far seats of the upper stands.

Zoda would not use breast binding for this purpose, because his slaves had naturally large breasts, that needed no assistance to appear impressive. They already were. The three gorgeous blacks also wore glistening gold chains around their waists, wrists and ankles. The gold was a decoration to be retrieved and reused.

Gold chains also linked the rings pierced into their pink inner labia to the rings through their swollen pierced nipples, to rings in their flared noses. Gold was the metal that was most commonly used for ornamentation of the slaves in the Coliseum. The expensive metal would be recycled from slave to slave, to be torn off the women’s ruined carcasses before they were disposed of.

The gold could then be refashioned into exotic bindings and decorations for other female slaves who were going to give their young lives for the entertainment of the crowds in the Coliseum, as were the group now headed up the sloping passageway. The black women carried tridents, and Princess Uterissa could see that the points had been filed to sharp points. These were extremely vicious weapons.

The hoards of black children were stark naked, and they all carried long sharp daggers. These pretty little African girls carried their lethal weapons in a manner that said they had been well trained to use them. These slaves passing the holding pens were part of the preliminary entertainments, and Princess Uterissa knew they were in some way inferior to Zoda’s contingent, although they were very beautiful.

She knew they must be sub-standard because only imperfect girls would be wasted on half-empty stands, to shed their blood and squander their lives for the lower-class people who occupied the cheap seats. These were the riffraff of society, and none of them had been granted the privileges of citizens of Rome.

Most of the wealthy patrons were still lounging in the sexual bazaar laid out under the stands, drinking wine and paying to enter private booths to watch young prostitutes being whipped, tortured with incredible piercing, or being brutally fucked to death by the large trained animal of the patron’s choice.

Roman women were particularly attracted to this latter form of violent sexual entertainment, and Rome was full of private zoos, in which hundreds of varieties of exotic wild beasts were trained on older or unattractive slave women to perform terminal copulation. There were even booths in which novices could torture and kill young victims for a price, while still others paid to watch.

This entertainment’s kept the wealth occupied and amused until the main attraction, when the feature acts were to be performed. Today Zoda’s slaves were the feature performers. Now Princess Uterissa and the other slaves in the nearby saw the reason for the bedlam of screaming they were hearing approaching them.

Most of it had diminished to the level of low moans as the horrific contingent neared them. They could now hear the details of footsteps and the creaking of equipment and the clacking of swinging chains. A large flat cart was being pulled down the long sloping stone hallway, and it was an horrific sight to see.

On the cart lay the quivering remains of the ripped and disemboweled white teenage Egyptian deer-girls. Their torn nude bodies were piled in a heap on the cart, their lean legs akimbo, their young breasts and bellies slashed, their guts dangling, and their faces frozen in horror, their wide eyes staring in sightless terror into space.

A couple of the grossly injured young girls were visibly still alive. A small arch of piss dribbled from one young girl’s torn cunt, providing a hint of humor to the morbid horrific scene. It was clear the two still alive and moaning would not last long, because both of the beautiful young bitches were completely eviscerated, and were bleeding profusely.

There was no question that this group of supple teenage girls had given their all to provide spectacular entertainment during their brief but dynamic appearance in the infamous Roman Coliseum. There were no signs of any of the beautifully violated bodies of the deep clean puncture wounds from the tridents or knives they had seen being taken up earlier, so obviously these girls had not been killed by the black women or children.

Instead, their marvelous and sensuous bodies were viciously torn and ripped open, apparently by large fangs. These shapely young bitches had apparently been wantonly ravaged by large carnivorous animals, probably cats, by the looks of their massive and specific wounds. Their limbs had taken much damage, and their bellies had been ripped open.

The wild animals had clearly gone directly for the pretty little bitches’ breasts, round buttocks and tight tummies, ripping their tender female flesh severely. Curiously, their painted little naked cuntlets had not been touched. Princess Uterissa’s father had often used lions and tigers on women, and she recognized this was what they usually looked like afterward.

Like her father, she also noticed that the master of this event had used trained killer cats rather that starved ravenous beasts, because apart from the succulent organs, little of these pretty little girls had actually been eaten. It pleased her to know that for their opening acts there was raw brutal slaughter of these lusty young females.

It was likely that as the day progressed, the violence would increase, as, hopefully, would the imagination of the men who were in charge of devising the entertaining carnage. Several minutes later the wooden cart was taken back up, now empty, but its flat palate was smeared with the blood and gore of the dead white slave girls.

The men pulling the cart were straining to get back quickly, to be ready to haul away for disposal another load of ripped and damaged bitch carcasses. The caged slaves were in a frenzy of either fear or blood-lust, all of them either hysterical or quivering in anticipation. The raw reality of their situation had sunk in.

They were in the Roman Coliseum, and were to receive the honor of dying for the entertainment of Romans. Many thousands of Romans and their visitors from across the world would witness their total degradation and debauchment on the blood-covered sands in the arena. Rome was the center of the world, and the Coliseum was the heart of Rome. These merciless bitch killings sports were the pulse of that heart!

As the caged slaves in the catacombs babbled in excitement, the horrific cart returned, now bearing the carcasses of the blacks, both women and children. They had apparently fought each other, the three women against the hoard little girls. Most of them, including the three women, were severely slashed and gutted.

Three of the naked little girls had been stuck right through with the long-bladed tridents, and several others were fatally wounded by the three-pointed spears. Another of the dead children had taken the thick handle of a trident spear up her little ass, and had been completely impaled, with the handle sticking out of her mouth.

One pretty little girl was standing on the heap of dead and near-dead carcasses. She was grinning from ear to ear, and waved her small fists in victory. In those small fists was her weapon, a trident that was dripping blood of the women she had faced, with chunks of black and pink flesh caught in the barbs.

Her little belly had also been slashed, and her pink and white intestines dangled out to mingle with those of the butchered little black girls and women she stood upon. Like all the others, her fate was sealed. This pretty little black girl had done her best, and had somehow survived her horrible tummy-ripping.

It was of course all for nothing, because now she would be mercilessly dumped with the others into the deep carcass pit at the lower end of the tunnel, then covered with lye. The naked and partly gutted little black girl, in the meantime, she experiencing her brief and fleeting moment of gory victory.

Princess Uterissa realized, even though she was a royal Princess, that the carcass pit was where she herself was likely to end up before this incredible day was over. She had no idea what would be the nature of the amusement she and the others of Zoda’s slaves would partake in up the arena.

It was clear, however, that the outcome of the diversion could be nothing short of death for all of them. With that sudden realization came a growing knot in her stomach, that flared out across her belly to her breasts and down across her pubic mound to her vagina. It was anxiety that was tinged with fire of excitement.

There was no longer any chance of turning back, so the road ahead was all they had to look forward to. The unknown carnal excitement of experiencing a spectacular violent death was the ultimate for any slave. Now all the slaves were screaming with hysterical excitement. They had arrived. Their exciting young lives were about to climax!

They knew for certain they were all going to die, convinced their death was for the greater glory of Rome. They were going to be brutalized, naked and screaming, force to perform as entertainers in the most degenerate games the world had ever known. They would all die in the fabulous Roman Coliseum!

Chapter Ten — Blade Games in the Baths

Zoda thrust his thick penis deep into the tight little asshole of the pretty eight-year-old girl. He sat in the large marble tub, pulling her beautiful small form down onto him, her tight anus completely ruptured by his impossible thick penis lunging up into her colon, giving the child a very destructive power rectal-fuck.

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

Three musicians provided music from a lute, a flute and a tambourine. A gorgeous dancing woman with firm melon tits, wearing only silk transparent and colored streamers from her wrists and ankles, performed both sensuous and acrobatic entertainment, shifting her movements to match the changes in tempo of the music.

Zoda could feel the head of his probing penis thrusting against the small girl’s kidneys and stomach, and the feeling was so carnally stimulating that he signaled his wishes, and he was handed a double edged knife by one of the female bath slaves. As he reached orgasm and began to spurt his hot semen up into the naked child’s guts, he slashed open her slender throat, causing her colon to contract in delightful spasms on his large ejaculating organ.

His gracious host, A Roman Senator, had a six-year-old girl lying on her back along the broad edge of the tub, and had his penis planted deep in the pretty small child’s throat. His own climax was triggered by the stimulating sight of Zoda butchering the eight-year-old. Zoda wiped the blade of the sharp dagger on the child’s belly, then handed the small but deadly weapon to the Roman Senator. The man took it and thrust it up into the naked little cunt-let of the child rapidly pumping her throat on his raging penis.

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

The child’s revealed guts slowly pressed their way up out through the clean incision, and then spilled over into the tub as the athletic child bucked and twisted, her throat still fully impaled on the Senator’s ejaculating penis. The flowing water cleansed that in the large tub, so that the Senator and his guest Zoda remained clean.

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

The thick polished wooden handle slid easily up into her moist cleanly plucked sex organ, and in seconds she had reached the golden hilt, so that her open pussy lips pressed against the naked tender flesh of the child in who’s small body the blade was firmly lodged. She appeared to have stabbed the child with the blade sticking out of her cunt.

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

Moving her sensuous hips slowly and deliberately forward, she accurately positioned herself, and then carefully lowered her hips so that the point of the tightly gripped knife pressed between the ribs just below the pretty little girl’s left nipple. The dancing woman was going to assist the men in the killing of the gutted child.

To the horror of the naked female slaves and to the delight of the two reveling men, the marvelous nude young dancing woman painstakingly pressed her shapely hips downward, bearing the knife, and she drove the blade into her chest and then deep into the child’s heart. Zoda nodded with approval.

The Senator smiled with real pleasure.

“She is from my own slave school,” he said with pride. “I have ten very talented trainers, and she has been learning from them for more than two months. I am very pleased with the results.”

The attractive slave woman released her vaginal grip on the blade, and she lifted her educated cunt off the black shaft, now slick with her internal moisture. She rubbed her cunt against the end of the black handle, which was stuck firmly in the dead little girl, the she slid forward again so that the cunt-slimed handle pressed against her anus.

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

“Is she obedient?” he asked the Senator.

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

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

He instructed the skillful dancer with the first blade sticking out of her asshole like a bloodied metal tail to lower her cunt onto the blade he held. Without hesitation, she nervously positioned her vagina over the sharp upturned steel, and then she slowly bent her knees in a show of total obedience.

Her remarkable cunt muscle opened to admit the cold blade, but her face revealed the horror she was experiencing as the keen edge cut groves in the tender inner sex flesh. These groves soon deepened into gashes as she slid steadily onto the merciless blade. She was doing his bidding, at a high cost to herself.

By the time her flared pussy lips reached the hilt of the knife and pressed their moistness against Zoda’s clenched fist, the blade had cut deep into her wall of her vagina muscle, and her blood dripped over his fist and onto the floor. The look on her face showed her agony under masked smile.

Zoda released the handle, and she stood, with the handle of one knife and the blade of the other jutting from her crammed and now damaged crotch. He was impressed that the beautiful dancer maintained her open smile, with the blade gripped in her damaged vagina. She danced around the room erotically to the lusty beat of the music, as she had been so skillfully taught to do, gripping the two knives in her twin fuck holes, drawing admiration from all the other beautiful slave girls.

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

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

“Dance!” he commanded.

The three musicians resumed playing, and the woman began performing her sensuous dance movements again, this time with her blood dripping steadily from her wounded cunt meat onto the white marble, as she were a bitch hound in season. Zoda had one of the guards give him his personal weapon.

It was a short-bladed hacking sword, its blade no more than two feet long. It was broad, and double edged. He held it out to the dancer, point first, as she danced on her tip toes, her knees bent, her hands clasped behind her head. This position emphasized the softly muscular form of her lovely legs, and thrust her round breasts forward.

On Zoda’s instructions, she turned away from him, and bending forward, she took the blade from him, by grasping its tip in her anus. She held her firm anal grip on the sharp blade as Zoda released the handle, and it fell to the floor. Now the weapon was standing pointed upward, with the handle resting on the floor and the tip gripped in her rectum.

The nude young dancer gradually straightened her lean legs, standing up straight, lifting the sword so that her asshole took its full weight. She continued to dance, and as she stepped sideways, she lost her tenuous grip on the bade with her sliced rectum, so that it fell and clattered onto the floor.

To punish her for this lack of physical and mental control, Zoda drove his fist into her belly so hard that he deeply bruised her diaphragm. He told her to take the two-foot flat double-edged bade and insert it again into her anus. The remarkable slave woman obediently stood over the blade, daintily holding it upright with her feminine fingers.

Once she was in position, she once more bent her legs to lower herself over it, and with a show of agility and resolve, she again placed her tight rectum over the sharp steel tip. The obedient and obscene exotic dancer stood with her knees bent, on her tip-toes in the best form of a sex entertainer.

She held the tip of the two-foot-long blade in the grip of her bare anus. She fixed her smiling gaze on Zoda, watching intently for any possible sign of reprieve, knowing that none was likely, and when there was no reaction, she bent her knees further, until the handle of the weapon touched the floor.

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

There was no ambiguity in his meaning. Obediently the girl pressed her anus down on the blade it gripped, and she slowly began to lower her torso onto the cold steel. Her beautiful face lost its color, but her body continued to self-destruct as she slid continually downward along the broad blade.

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

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

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

This beautiful nude slave dancing woman had entertained him, and her purpose in life had now been mostly served. If she survived the sword in her guts for long enough, all that remained was for her to be fed alive to the alligators at the banquet later that evening, so that all of the guests could enjoy the horrors of her death.

The slave woman was now good for little else, because with an astonishingly fast and violent blow of his boot, her striking beauty had been taken from her. Zoda had been careful not to drive her facial bones into her brain, which would have wasted her. Now her only beauty was the attractiveness of her well-built body.

Chapter Eleven — Testing the Bird Costume

Finished with their lecherous and refreshing diversion, Zoda and the Senator summoned the harness maker, the blacksmith and the goldsmith. The three men were all burly and nearly muscle-bound, and looked the part. Four neutered male slaves carried a pair of large boxes, supported on long poles harnesses together with cross-braces to form a pair of litters.

They placed the heavy litters on the floor, and the goldsmith opened one of the boxes. Curled tightly in the red velvet lined box was a beautiful young Nubian woman, stark naked. Zoda guessed her to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. She was spectacular specimen, with velvety smooth skin and an incredible figure, with large well-formed breasts.

The Senator told Zoda that he had personally selected this young cunt to stand in for the Princess slave. She was in his opinion a perfect match. Her measurements were identical to those of the captive princess, and her posture the same as well, which made her a perfect stand-in to the practicality and usefulness of the bizarre bird costume.

Her name was Liana, and she was one of a new shipment of gorgeous harem slaves that had been procured to stock Caesar’s private harem. The keeper of the harem had rejected her because her vagina had prolapsed, and the inner fuck muscle had stretched so severely that she could grip nothing in it, not even a melon.

From the exterior her sex organ appeared to be perfectly normal, so she was useful at least to try out the leather armor designed for the Princess. She uncurled her lithe body as she stood, and when she stepped gracefully out of the box and stood up to her full height, she revealed her tall slender body with the large firm breasts.

Zoda noted with approval that she was exactly the size and build as his prize slave, the Royal Princess Uterissa. She would model and test the outfit designed for the Princess, without the danger of damaging the real subject, should the remarkable outfit require being taken off for adjustment.

The beautiful fair skinned young Negroid woman was totally naked, and wore stout steel cuffs on her wrists and ankles. These coarse cuffs had a pair of steel loops bolted onto each of them, to allow for the rigged attachment of large-linked restraining chains. They were of the cheap manufacture type that could not be removed.

Their advantage was that they were thin and unobtrusive, while being sturdy. They were usually used on domestic or labor slaves, and when no longer needed, the slave’s hands and feet were cut off to salvage the metal. The blacksmith attached heavy chains to her cuffs, and she was stretched out spreadeagled.

Her slender arms were chained to wide-spread ceiling hooks and her ankles to steel loops bolted to the marble floor. This extension of her body totally exposed here magnificent young form so that every part of her shapely naked body could be easily worked on by the three burly and skilled craftsmen.

The other box was now opened, and the harness maker lifted out a beautiful molded leather back plate, in exactly the shape and actual appearance of a woman’s back. It was designed to sit against the back, to wrap around the sides of the wearer, and included large half-cups for the girl’s breasts.

When installed, these molded extensions severely lifted and squeezed the full mammaries from the sides, pressing them unnaturally together without covering her erotic tips with the long erect brown nipples. The hardened and polished brown leather had been skillfully crafted, its molded leather conforming to her body.

It was shaped so that it outlined in clear relief the contour of the female wearer’s back, realistically shaped in detail with the spine, shoulder blades, and complete musculature development of a woman’s back. It had a flared-in waist, which would squeeze even the narrow-wasted Princess Uterissa and this stand-in model.

As it was put onto the spreadeagled Liana, Zoda and the Senator could see that it was designed to squeeze the girl’s sides while leaving her big tits supported from the sides but bared, and her bare tummy exposed. When it was in place, it squeezed her sides so tightly that her internal organs were pressed forward, forcing her tummy into a sexy gently curved bulge.

Round leather armor plates were strapped onto her upper legs, with buckles that run up the outside edges, and these were bound so tightly that her leg flesh bulged out at the openings. They were an incredible tight fit, and enhanced the beauty of her long legs. The artfully shaped leather fittings for the shins included rounded boot-like covers for the tops of her feet.

These were strapped to her feet, and were formed so that they pressed the foot forward into severe arch, and once they were in place, Liana was forced to stand up high on the tips of her toes, as Princess Uterissa had done in those strange shoes with the high heels that had come from Egypt.

When tightly buckled into place, with a second curved panel forming a calf guard, the shin guards effectively formed a high cut boot, with the girl’s heel and soles of her left uncovered yet severely arched in the most provocative manner. Cocks would jerk as men observed her as she wore them.

Now the blacksmith hammered a pointed rod through holes in the lower rear part of the shin guards, brutally driving the heavy pointed metal shaft tight through Liana’s slender lower leg just behind the ankle and in front of her Achilles tendon. This was favorite piercing point of the attachment of ankle rings for hobbling slave girls.

Zoda was delighted at the way the dusky girl stand-in screamed at this outrage to her beauty. After repeating the barbarous deep on her other leg, he attached heavy iron rings through the fresh punctures, and clamped them permanently closed with a huge long-handled tool beautifully made for that purpose.

In the grip of his powerful hands, the special tool made the seal of the rings as clean as a weld. The harness maker produced from the box a curiously shaped fitted section which was placed over Liana’s buttocks. It curved down around her shapely ass, gripping the fleshy cheeks, held in place by a long thick shaft which was thrust up deep into her colon.

The end of the shaft that stuck out between her covered buttocks contained a fan of feathers, giving the girl a beautiful erect bird tail. Two of the naked attending women now brought forth sheers and razors, and totally removed Liana’s hair, clipping and then shaving her head smooth.

A full leather helmet was placed over her shorn head, leaving only her lower face and throat uncovered. She had been shaved bald because that was the only way the tightly molded helmet would fit her onto her head. Small chains were attached to steel rings on the full leather costume as decoration.

Her petite ears were pulled out through small holes in the helmet, and then they were pierced top and bottom, threaded with fine chains which added to her body decorations, and also made it impossible for her delicate ears to ever be retracted. The only way the helmet could be taken off her now would be if both her ears were first cut off!

This was likely, because she was not to be the prime wearer of the specially designed costume, and there was no need for her to survive this fitting session. The arrangement of leather armor plating on her gorgeous body left her beautiful throat, tits, belly and vagina uncovered and totally vulnerable.

For the first time, both the slave girl Liana and the group of naked slave women watching the amazing transformation of the beautiful bitch with the incredible figure realized that she was unlikely to survive this bizarre modeling assignment. Now a pair of strangely shaped steel blades were brought from the carrying case.

They had a curved metal plate attached at an unusual angle rather than a handle. The special plates were fitted against the soles of Liana’s feet, with the top end hooked onto the rings through her heels. Then they were buckled into place with straps attached to her leather leg harness. If he were able to bring any weight to bar on her heels, the blades would dig into the ground.

The blades now formed bizarre spurs, and if she mastered standing with her feet severely bent into the cold position required by her tightly strapped leg harness, she would become a formidable foe. Zoda was confident that with the experience Princess Uterissa had with the strange Egyptian shoes, she would have little trouble when she wore these.

In this costume, the marvelous Princess his men had captured would look and act the part designed for her. Next a magnificent headpiece was added to her helmet, with a broad fan of feathers standing up, and a curtain of baubles that hung down her back. Above her eyes jutted a large upper beak of an enormous carnivorous bird.

The feather arrangement on her headgear was similar to that attached to the post in her anus, which gave her a tail. These gave her the look of a festooned bird with a prominent feathery head. Finally, the dusky skinned stand-in was given leather gauntlets fitted on the end of each finger with gleaming steel talons, completing her outfit.

She was chained, and she now stood with her marvelous legs spread, a huge armored female bird up on her toes with her lower face, long neck, beautifully squeezed firm round breasts, rounded bare belly and hairless vagina exposed to the world. The well-built young woman was an imposing and sexually stimulating figure.

Zoda raised up on one elbow, giving her full attention, and displayed to her a gleaming knife. He ordered the beautiful bitch in her bizarre costume to attack him, and to try to kill him. She looked for consent to her master, the Senator, who nodded. She parted her full painted lips, wet them nervously with her pink tongue, and then, as she was bid, lunged with full commitment at the big and muscular reclining slaver.

Zoda measured the angle of her raised arms with those long vicious talons. She was close enough that she didn’t have to make too many steps in the bizarre foot gear, which forced her to move on tips of her toes. Zoda was ready for her. With astounding accuracy and power the blade suddenly flashed upward on a course that ripped open her prolapsed vagina, and sliced up through her tight belly.

The blade’s razor-sharpness in the hand of this powerful slaver easily parted her breast and collar bones, slashing up through her throat and splitting in two her jaw bone, her lips, her tongue and nose, dissecting her face, coming to rest lodged firmly between her amazed bulging eyes, under the large beak on her half mask.

The Senator loved the way this remarkable Greek ex-slave Zoda played so rough. The ending of the life of this splendid young woman meant absolutely nothing to the Senator, but he was pleased to see that she died so beautifully, and with such an important purpose. She fell to her knees, and the force of her landing on the marble floor jarred her full load of guts out of her freshly opened belly.

The only unforgivable sin in Rome was to waste a good slave for no useful purpose, or without receiving full gratification in the act of killing her. This precious feminine creature had served her master well, in proving the practicality of the bizarre revealing costume the lovely Princess Uterissa would wear to her death in the Coliseum.

Zoda grabbed the dusky girl’s body as she fell forward, and flipped her around so that her back was toward him. He grasped her full breasts in his big hands and pulled them wide apart. By pressing his knee deep into the small of her back, he peeled her open like a lobster, so that her organs and remaining viscera sloughed out of her.

“Yes, this outfit will do handsomely,” he said.

The carcass of Liana was still quivering, and he watched with interest as the naked slave women removed the gorgeous costumed body and cleaned up the human offal with their bare hands. Slaves were so interesting when they appeared to be unaffected by the horror and gore that were now a part of all both private and public entertainments.

The Senator’s were particularly well-trained slaves, and Master Slaver Zoda looked forward to enjoying them more fully in a carnal manner after the entertainments of tomorrow afternoon in the Coliseum. Today he could not afford to be distracted, for he was responsible for the success of tomorrow’s events.

Chapter Twelve — New Babies born to Greet Caesar

It was time for the action. Princess Uterissa stood in the bizarre bird costume, which had been stripped before her eyes from the ripped carcass of the young slave girl Liana as she stood screaming in disbelief. Her legs had been pierced, low and behind the ankles, in front of the Achilles tendon.

She had often seen her father pierce women in this fashion, and had in fact recommended girls for this treatment, but she had never dreamed of the inner horror and pain such a debasing act could create. Once the pain in her ankles subsided, she struggled to survive the crude indignity of having her marvelous body violated in such an immodest way.

She experienced a remarkably sensuous feeling of the raw roughness of the inner side of the leather casing pressing and rubbing against her nakedness. She was startled at the accuracy of the fit, particularly since she had seen it had been worn by another slave girl. The feeling of the perfectly fitting leather was truly erotic.

She was distressed that at such a time there was nothing in contact with her erect clitoris to give her further sexual stimulation. The gleaming thumb-sized appendage thrust out impudently from what was left of the cover of its hood at the apex of her exposed vagina, where she had been circumcised as a child.

The conspicuous clitoral erection satisfied Zoda that his treasured human trophy was highly sexually aroused. Her high level of sexual arousal was necessary for her performance to go as planned. The captive Royal Princess’s new master was busy with the preparation of all the other slaves.

The Royal Princess Uterissa now experienced disappointment that he hardly seemed to notice her. She was reduced to being just another piece of meat in his eyes, she thought. This neglect of his prized possession distressed her further, as she was only true Royal Princess in his entire retinue of female slaves.

As he walked by her for the third time without so much as lifting his head in recognition, tears streamed down her beautiful face. The largest humiliation possible was to be snubbed by the great and powerful Zoda, the renowned slaver. She would rather be dead that be ignored by the man who now totally controlled her life.

It was suddenly and painfully clear to her that she was no more than a piece of excrement to him, a piece of shit, and the shocking realization was devastating. As a Royal Princess she had been given total control over slaves and their meaningless lives. On the other hand, being so reduce was also very liberating.

With the horrible knowledge that she was truly of little value to the man for whom she was gladly about to die in the Coliseum, her carnal arousal curiously increased. She could feel her rigid clitoris enlarging still further, and she looked down in amazement to see that the gleaming projectile was now nearly the size of the thumb.

of the slave attendants lowered the large bird mask over Princess Uterissa’s head, strapping it tightly in place, and pulled her ears through the minor holes on the sides. She saw her reflection in a burnished brass mirror, and was startled at the extraordinary profanity of her appearance.

The hardened and polished leather covered most of her body, but was so detailed in its tooling that it reproduced her nakedness perfectly. Even the leather’s tanned color nearly matched her tanned flesh tone, and she was startled at the stark obscenity of her image, with her proud breasts, bare belly and plucked cunt on full display.

She wondered why her gorgeous front was left totally uncovered, from the pouting painted lips of her mouth, to her long slender throat, to the magnificent jutting of her full squeezed breasts, across the gentle roll of her tight tummy, all the way down to the pouting painted distended lips of her flared vagina.

She felt a sexual rush as she recognized herself as the most beautiful and lewd obscene object she had ever had the pleasure to observe. Princess Uterissa was ready, as were all of the other female slaves. As the class of the classiest slaves, she was to be given the honor of leading the other slaves out onto the sand floor of the Coliseum.

On signal, she led the way toward the fateful iron gates that separated them from the death pit of the oval arena. Behind her came the carts, pulled by the sets of incredible armless women with the yokes impaling their big breasts. They moved slowly forward up the tunnel of the catacomb, toward the light at the end of the tunnel that was the death pit of the Coliseum.

They would be next, after the conclusion of the final preliminary round of entertainment that was now in progress. It was imperative that they be in place, ready to enter on cue. It would shame their great owner if they should cause a delay in the sequence of deathly entertainments in the Coliseum.

Leading the fateful and profane procession, Princess Uterissa came to the iron gate that prevented slaves from entering or exiting the floor of the Coliseum, other than at the bidding of the Master of the Games. The procession came to stop, right at the great iron barrier. Princess Uterissa was standing near the heavy iron grill gate which prevented the slaves from entering or leaving the floor of the Coliseum at the wrong moment.

She was privileged to be standing beside the game-master, who was controlling the removal of what was left of completed acts, and the entrance into the arena of their unfortunate successors. By leaning against the stone wall and pressing her tight-fitting bird-masked face against the rough iron bars, she could actually see most of the exciting sexual atrocities that were being committed out in the arena, on a trio of naked and ripely pregnant young black girls.

The rough and rusty iron bars pressing against her cheeks was old, as were the tracks that were to guide the heavy grill-work gate whenever it was lifted. She could see by the stonework that the Coliseum itself was very old, probably hundreds of years old, and certainly much older than she could imagine.

She had the same thoughts as she had gone down into the deep darkness of the catacombs. That was the impression in going into or coming out if the sunken subterranean holding area, but while in there, in the dark depths underneath the Coliseum, there was a timelessness that reeked of death and a strange carnal excitement associated with impending sexual violence.

Through these heavy iron gates had passed probably hundreds of thousands of slaves, going into the arena to face their deaths. Princess Uterissa realized she also incapable of imagining the huge numbers, but she was certain their blood, if it were spilled all at once, would flood the arena.

She knew, as did the other slaves, that there was no escape from their fate here, and they were all now certain that they were scheduled to die in the hot sun this afternoon, in events designed to please the huge crowd that was slowly filling the Coliseum to witness their violent imminent deaths.

The crowd was just beginning to fill the stands, which were larger and more spectacular than anything Princess Uterissa had imagined possible. Bright flags fluttered in the light breeze that could not be felt in the heat down on the arena floor. The sun gleamed on the light sand that burned the bare feet of unlucky slaves forced to entertain those who came to watch their diverting and amusing deaths.

Large wooden beam frameworks had been erected in the middle of the arena, and three naked and hugely pregnant ebony skinned black girls were being strung up, apparently being prepared for brutal whipping. Princess Uterissa felt a knot of excitement in deep her gut, and a catch in her throat as she realized the possible horrific consequences of battering the huge bellies these ripely pregnant girls.

These three unfortunate young and dusky pregnant maidens Princess Uterissa was watching were being suspended naked from the large beam frame, hanging by stout ropes tied to their milk-bloated breasts. This was their only support, with their big bound tits forced upward, bearing their full weight.

This severe treatment caused their big tortured mammaries to bulge as obscenely as did their nipples to stand out, enlarged, and more visible from the stands. Their lean arms were tightly bound behind their backs, to keep these lovely upper limbs out of the way during the brutal punishment they were about to face.

As these three beautiful black human cows dangled by their large udders, soldiers armed with heavy studded leather paddles arrived. The muscular men used these brutal weapons to batter the screaming black bitches’ big bellies, raising angry bleeding welts and causing the beautiful young Negro women to swing wildly in the air, kicking their long gorgeous legs frantically in their endless agony.

Their kicking caused extra strain on their stretched boobs, and revealed their hairy cunts with the pink inner meat clearly showing. The girls took the incredible battering reasonably well, filling the huge arena with their screams of agony, and the brutal belly beating became too much, one by one the puckered rectums of the tit-suspended black girls opened, and they each shot out thick sausage-like steaming feces.

At the same time, losing complete control of fundamental bodily function from the brutal violence being done to their swaying bodies, the pregnant swinging ladies let loose their packed bladders, spraying out a broad lattice of sparkling yellow urine that darkened the hot sand below their feet.

Princess Uterissa fingered her long erect vibrating clit in her rising sexual excitement. This exhibition of raw sexual debauchery was better than many of the brutal, , forceful sexual diversions her father had dreamed up. He had never thought of using pregnant girls in his entertainments.

With a sudden flash, Princess Uterissa realized that these girls were being battered into the forced delivery of the infants in their bellies. They would soon be popping their pups. It was sprog-dropping time, and they were being forced to do it the hard way.

The slave Princess Uterissa had never witnessed a woman delivering her child, although she had always been curious about it, and now she would get to see three forced public birthings by these beautiful young blacks, under the incredible circumstances of monstrous raw violence. This was the Roman Coliseum, where the most violent and shocking spectacles in the world were presented as daily entertainment.

The knot of excitement in the Princess’s stomach tightened and grew. Like the audience in the seats above, she was now getting more excited about what was transpiring before her. The cruel, merciless bitch-battering act in the pit of the Coliseum was beginning to turn even more ruthless and inhuman.

The powerful men put down their studded leather paddles, and were taking up heavy wooden clubs to continue the cruel entertainment. Now it was going to get mean! Princess Uterissa found this to be too much, and began to orgasm at the sight. The soldiers hammered the black girls bulging tits, causing the tortured elongated nipples to ejaculate spurting bitch-milk and blood in brightly colorful red and white arches.

Next the soldiers attacked the young pregnant girls bound arms and unencumbered legs, viciously swinging the clubs with such savage force that everyone in the Coliseum could hear the snapping of bone. Without totally debilitation their naked and defenseless victims, they then returned to battering their prime targets, the hugely pregnant girls bulging bellies, and the results were surprisingly quick and devastating.

With no more than six blows to her big belly, the first girl’s flared cunt spewed out an explosive spray of pinkish water, and it was clear she was ready to deliver. Princess Uterissa´s sexual excitement grew as she realized this was a signal that the little babies were starting their slippery trip down the internal fleshy chutes.

Within twelve blows each, all three of the screaming naked suspended young black bitches were dripping pinkish water from their wombs, and were well on their way toward actually dropping their sprogs. Suddenly a roar went up from the crowd. Princess Uterissa was surprised, because she had a full view of the fierce action, and there were no apparent new developments.

Just as she was wondering what the crowd noise was about, the soldiers stopped the vicious beatings and stood facing to the left, their heads tilted upward in salute. The gatekeeper, who was standing beside Princess Uterissa, turned to Zoda’s slave marshal and told him Caesar was arriving.

The roar of the crowd swelled, the sound of a trumpet fanfare filled the huge arena, and as the soldiers stood at attention, the pregnant girls dandling beside them began delivering their babies right on cue, the hard way, no hands. The soldiers ignored them. They had done their jobs to perfection.

Through their skilled beating of the suspended pregnant girls, they had arranged the arrival of three new lives as the trio of Royalty arrived in the Coliseum to view the day’s spectacles. Slowly and regally Caesar, his current wife and his gorgeous young mistress made their way to their Royal Box.

A swarm of alluring female attendant slaves awaited them, wearing gauze chiffon gowns, which were fully transparent. A dozen naked eight-year-old girls were squatting along the front of Caesar’s private box. They were there to satisfy his personal sexual tastes as well as his destructive whims as the afternoon progressed.

When the general hubbub gad settled down, and the soldiers returned their attention and their brutal clubs to the birthing black slaves, the three black girls had been busy, and a new infant’s black head now stood out of each of the three tortured cunts. The stretched vaginas gripped the shoulders of the slowly emerging sprogs.

The girl in the middle had worked hers out to the waist, and its arms were free. To Princess Uterissa, it looked like the girls had grown enormous round wet black cocks. As if there had been no interruption, the soldiers resumed the heartless bitch-clubbing, this time fracturing the ribs of the young black calving human cows, who were once more swinging wildly by their enormously tortured breasts.

One by one, their legs thrashing in unspeakable agony, the innocent young women dropped the live sprogs from their cunts, and the dusky screaming infants fell heavily to the hot sand, dragging out thick twists of their umbilical cords from their young mothers stretched and now slack wombs.

The huge crowd in the stands cheered at the novelty of the induced public birthing under torture. Only in Caesar’s astonishing Coliseum could such a powerful and private natural, beautiful event be so radically transformed into a totally debasing obscenity, for the profane delight of the huge perverted crowds.

The brutal clubs continued to rain blows on the thrashing forms of the three dying black women. Their frantic but useless though entertaining struggling slowly diminished to involuntary spasms, the men stopped their work with the clubs and saluted Caesar. As required, the new infants had arrived just in time to greet the arrival to the Coliseum of the mighty Caesar.

Princess Uterissa and the rest of Zoda’s large assemblage of slaves were to be next to go into the huge man made amphitheater, knowing they had come to be ripped, to spill their guts and die a brutal public death for the profane amusement of Caesar and the distraction his totally debauched subjects.

She watched the beautiful battered blacks being cut down by the soldiers slashing off their horribly bulging tits. She saw the dusky carcasses being dragged out of the arena, through a gate right beside the one through which she watched. The screaming sprogs trailed in the behind them, pulled through the blood-stained dust by the tough thick umbilical extending out of their dying or dead mother’s wombs.

Princess Uterissa could not help herself, she unashamedly masturbated her insatiable cunt in a rage of carnal excitement. She had by this time reached the peak of rutting lust. Now it was show, and she and the rest of Zoda’s remarkably erotic female slaves would command everyone’s undivided attention.

Chapter Thirteen — Zoda´s Slaves Grand entry

The heavy iron gate slowly lifted, the ancient iron creaking as the gate rose. The brilliant sunlight struck their eyes as the slaves entered the arena, and they felt the assault on their bodies, covered only with a rough hemp shift, by the sudden humid summer heat as they left the cooler darkness of the stone tunnels.

Princess Uterissa was in the lead, and her bizarre bird costume brought delighted cheers from the boisterous crowd, who now filled the Coliseum to overflowing. These were the peak years of the degeneracy that filled the hearts and minds of the subjects of Rome with violent blood-lust.

Brutal mass butchery of beautiful young women was now a required part of every sporting and theater event, and the jaded crowds required, and demanded, more and more shock and horror in the sex killings to be satisfied. Princess Uterissa was thrilled to now be part of all of this, leading Zoda’s remarkable retinue of slaves.

Immediately behind her came the bizarre carts, being pulled by the teams of amazing women with the yokes impaling their large firm breasts. These large carts were filled to brimming with beautiful young pre-pubescent girls. The small and very attractive frightened children were all completely nude.

Their lips and their naked little hairless cunnies had been rigorously rubbed with burning peppers and their juices until their tiny little cuntlets swelled out, standing open and gleaming bright red. To maintain the perky color, both the lips of their mouths and of their swollen vaginas were painted bright red with rouge.

This way both their immature sex organs and their little mouths would pout sensuously, enhancing their natural beauty, and with the pigment these fine details could now be clearly seen by those sitting at the rear of the upper stands. This was important to give full value to everyone in the farthest seats.

Following the fully loaded carts with their delightful cargo of naked young female human tadpoles were the remainder of Zoda’s slaves, led by the beautiful girls in their early teens, all of them naked, displaying their early puberty. Their budding little boobies were rouged like those of common whores, making them to appear to be fuller and rounder for the titillation of the large crowd in the stands.

Completing Zoda’s erotic and sexually stimulating parade were the more mature women, those who were over sixteen. They were no longer wearing their coarse short hemmed smocks, but were fully naked, with their delightful bodies attracting the whips that kept the lewd procession moving into the arena of death.

The whips easily found their way up between their lovely legs to make painfully violent contact with their hairless plucked organs. The large contingent of beautiful female slaves was so excited from watching the departure and unfortunate return of the other slaves that they were now all screaming at the top of their lungs, whether or not the flailing whips struck them.

It was showtime for Zoda’s girls, and these slave bitches were now all highly charged and hysterical with the outrageous exhilaration the moment. Their Adrenalin was flowing, and they all knew that soon their crimson blood would be flowing, saturating the burning sands of the floor of the great Roman Coliseum.

The splendid entourage came to a halt in a line down the center of the enclosed stadium of death, with Master Slaver Zoda and Princess Uterissa in front of the line in the exact middle of the arena. Soon all were hushed, their attention focused on the incredible bird-woman with naked front.

Zoda stood behind the bizarrely costumed, Princess Uterissa, and ran his hand up between her legs, until his fingers found the dampness of naked vulva. He easily inserted three of his stout fingers up into her moist womb, and with a vicious twist drove his large hand right up into her fully aroused and accepting womanhood.

He clenched his huge fist, pressing his large rough knuckles against her tender uterus, and with remarkable dexterity drove his middle finger right through her tight cervix and up into her uterus. Then displaying herculean strength, he raised his arm, and lifted the remarkable bird-costumed princess high over his head, supporting her weight entirely by the wall of her vagina and her inner gonads.

She lifted her legs as high as possible to demonstrate to the startled audience that the fist in her womb was her only means of support. Suddenly she felt the powerful fingers in her womb bending and pressing forward, causing an incredible pain in her full bladder. A startling spray of her hot urine arched from her stressed cunt. This was her signal.

She tilted her masked head back, opened her beautiful painted lips, and screamed out at the tops of her lungs.

“HAIL CAESAR!! WE WHO ARE ABOUT TO DIE SALUTE YOU!!”

There was thunderous roar of applause, shouting, whistling and stamping of feet from the huge audience in the greatest of arena in the world. Giant iron gates were opened at the end of the Coliseum, and an elephant dragged in a load of large rugged crosses made of heavy beams. These crosses were well used, scarred by whips and steel blades, and were blood stained.

These had clearly served Caesar in the past. The audience watched with eager anticipation as the twelve crosses were erected in prepared holes so that they stood in rows facing each other. A dozen of the chesty young women were dragged from main group of slaves. These were tall bronze skinned beauties with proud noses and lean but muscular bodies who had come from Turkey.

Their long shiny jet-black hair had been skillfully crafted to look like Turkish turbans, with colored ribbons of silk braided through it. All of the other slaves were herded into the holding pens that were sunk into the walls of the huge death pit, where they could see the horrors they were about to face themselves.

Great iron bar gates were dropped, blocking the entrance, holding them in. These gates would be raised again only when the excited young bitches were to participate in Zoda´s exceptionally inventive and violent arena sports. The incredibly beautiful and supple wenches selected for crucifixion were reputed to have been the royal concubines of the Grand Sultan of all Turkey.

These gorgeous creatures were all clearly first-class merchandise. Five fat bloodied palms had been crossed with gold, and another twenty throats had been slit in the delicate process of procuring them. All of this had been done so that these special matched cunts might now entertain Caesar and his subjects this bright and sultry afternoon under the broiling hot sun.

Each group consisted of three of Zoda’s private soldiers and a naked woman. They took one of these proud young women to the base of one of the crosses. The specially selected Turkish women quickly understood what their fate would be, and they all put on a delightful display of squirming resistance as they were firmly held in place by the powerful men.

The twelve proud bitches stood defiantly, all of them stark naked. The huge audience gasped at the extraordinary beauty of these remarkable creatures. Any one of these incredible women would be worth at least a score of strong working slaves. It was clear that this Master Slaver Zoda provided only the best.

Each of the teams had devised a unique method of crucifixion that they hoped would win them the top prize in this rustic crucifixion contest. It was arranged that four teams would work at the same time, to keep things moving. The teams strode boldly into the arena, their feet kicking up dust in the dry heat as they moved their woman into place.

The teams were spread out, at the first, fourth, seventh and tenth crosses, rather than at crosses next to each other, to provide action visible to everyone in the huge arena. This strategy would help to keep the mammoth and restless audience’s attention as the lovely athletic Turk bitches gave their young lives on the crosses.

Chapter Fourteen — Creative Crucifixion Contest

On a signal from Zoda, the first four crucifixion teams began with their demonstration. The woman at the first cross was lifted up into place by the shoulders, while a second man held her legs. The third man went up the ladder with his sword drawn, and used the weapon to bevel the edges of the upper part of the long vertical post.

This bean was six inches thick and stood nearly three feet above the cross-brace. When the corners of the post were rounded to his satisfaction, he cut the top of the post to a rough point, then he placed the sword back in his belt. While he worked, the other two on the ground bound the beautiful bitch’s wrist behind her back.

They then spread her knees and fingered her vagina until she had loosened up enough to accommodate one of the men’s entire fist in her womb. The fabulous naked woman was lifted up to him. He grasped her by the ribs beside her large full breasts and hoisted her in the air, lifting her above the cross.

He then carefully lowered her until the point he had cut pressed up into her lovely open vagina. Now he lowered her further, so that her fine cunt took most of her weight, and the point of the thick post thrust up into her womb. The design forced her to take her entire weight on her gripping sex organ.

She attempted to take her weight on her legs, by standing on the cross beam. The second soldier stood on the lower part of the ladder, and gabbed one of her ankles, stretching her leg out so that her arched foot was held out near the end of the cross beam. The man on the ground passed up the mallet and a spike.

With a series of powerful rapid blows, he drive the rusty spike through the top of the lovely naked foot and into the cross brace, holding her shapely leg stretched out from her body. He quickly repeated the operation with her other foot, pulling it first out near the opposite end of the beam, so that the woman’s lovely legs were wide spread.

Her legs were now unable to take much of her weight. Her marvelously stuffed cunt took the bulk of her weight, and it was clear to all the spectators that her impalement process would be lengthy. It would take at very least several moments, and perhaps up to an hour, for the thick tapered post invading her painfully invaded vagina to deeply impale the marvelous crucified woman.

The speed of its progress into her would largely depend upon the firmness of the grip by her strained cunt on the invading post. She was in an incredibly awkward position, and she struggled to remain upright, to avoid falling off the cross and crashing to the ground. The position ensured that she would continually sink onto the impaling post.

In the meantime, she had the best seat in the house. The second woman was lifted to her traditional position on the heavy cross, but her ankles were spiked to each side of the vertical post, in addition to her wrists and feet, long spikes were driven through her shoulders, ensuring that she would not slump and rip her wrists off the spikes.

While the other two were being crucified, the third beautiful naked wench was lifted and placed on her cross, but she was nailed into place facing the heavy vertical beam, with the huge nails driven through her wrists and into the cross-brace. Her big breasts were also spiked to either side of the stout timber, which brought horrified screams from the beautiful bitch, and hoots of laughter from the huge crowd.

The jaded Roman audience loved to see the erotic mutilation by spiking of the gorgeous mammaries, and that woman had the largest, most full magnificent breasts. This cunt´s big boobs now embraced the vertical beam of the cross, and held her fast to it. For insurance, a fifth spike was driven at an angle up into her vagina, into the thick vertical post.

Her long lovely lean legs were left dangling to kick in her agony. The first soldier was up the ladder on the fourth cross and the woman was lifted up to him, flipped upside down. He spread her gorgeous legs wide, and one at a time he spiked them to the cross beam out at either end, driving a large iron spike through her ankles.

She hung upside down, legs spread, her open cunt fully exposed, and her magnificent mane of black hair hanging below her. The soldier climbed down the ladder, and crossing her wrists below her head, he drove a large spike through both of them to fasten her arms securely to the vertical beam.

With the first set of women now attached to their crosses in painfully bizarre crucifixion, it was time for the second group of women to be mounted to the oak beams. The fifth gorgeous bitch was hoisted up, also inverted and her legs were bent over the cross-beam, then her ankles and wrists were nailed together to the vertical beam.

She was effectively crucified with just two spikes. The sixth woman was lifted by two of the soldiers up onto her cross, and a spike was placed into her mouth, and driven at an angle to miss her spine, right through the back of her neck into the beam. Then her wrists and feet were spiked to the cross in the traditional method, her knees bent to permit one foot to rest above the other.

This permitted a single spike to be driven through them and into the rustic beam. Now half the crosses standing in the bright sun had one of the beautiful young women nailed to them. Crucifixion was one of the most popular forms Roman executions, because it was brutal, slow to kill, and left the naked victims fully exposed to the audience.

These marvelous young women with their large full breasts and firm figures made perfect subjects for this exhibition of creative crucifixion. The huge noisy crowd in the stands saw that this Greek named Zoda was clearly a fine slave master and showman. He knew how to make an agonizing death before a crowd a pleasing experience.

Under the stands, the prostitutes in their stalls were performing their sex acts with the large trained animals, or were being fist fucked, or were being whipped and beaten by paying customers, but none of them was experiencing the enormous pain, degradation and consummate humiliation that the women spiked to their crosses in the sun were suffering.

The seventh woman was spiked in the traditional configuration, and then the head of a spear was thrust up into her vagina. The soldier with the spear gripped its shaft with both hands, and skillfully twisting and thrusting, worked it up with care not to kill her too early, through her uterus and into her internal tangle of guts.

With continuous movement, he maneuvered the long spear up between her internal organs, until at last it was driven up into the inside of her right breast, forcing the speared mammary to bulge upward, stretching it so severely that those in the farthest reaches of the coliseum could see what was happening.

With a final thrust, the soldier dove the point of the spear up through the top of the breast, so that it burst through in a spray of her crimson blood. He had managed to impale the nude spiked woman without killing her. Yet. Although all of the women on the crosses were in great agony, this one provided the most energetic screams.

The eighth young woman was lifted up onto the cross facing it. Her big breasts were spread on either side of the vertical post, and laid on top of the cross beam. Large spikes were driven down through them, fixing her to the cross. Her ankles were nailed to the side of the post, and her arms were left free. She was effectively hung by her spiked tits.

The next set of four beautiful Turkish slave bitches was now moved up onto their crosses. On the ninth cross, one end of the cross brace was trimmed with a sword, and rounded as the top of the first cross had been, but with greater slope, and a narrower tip. In this case, the woman’s legs were spread, and the sharpened end was worked into the intimacy of her tight pink anus.

The beautiful young bitch screamed incredibly as her luscious legs were pulled by two soldiers, tugging her onto the impossibly thick horizontal shaft. Her strained rectum struggled to take the invading column into itself, then abruptly it reached the bursting point and ruptured, and with a gush of blood, she took the rounded beam up inside her.

When the post was two feet into her, the soldiers spiked one of her ankles to the other end of the cross-beam, and stretched the other ankle down and spiked it to the vertical post. The boisterous audience shouted their appreciation of the remarkable display of heartless brutality to the beautiful young women.

Caesar had his robes parted, freeing his well-developed genitals, and a naked eight-year-old girl was sitting on his erect penis, delightfully bouncing up and down on the invading fuck-pole. Caesar’s throne was elevated, so that people throughout the huge stadium could see how the great ruler entertained himself as he watched the show.

The tenth lovely bitch was positioned on her cross sitting on one side of the cross-brace with the vertical post rising in front of her. Her breasts were spread on either side of the thick beam and were nailed to it, holding her in an upright position. Her round buttocks and puckered anus were completely exposed from below.

One of the soldiers thrust his spear up into the awaiting anal orifice, thrusting it into her a full two feet. The next of the beautiful Turkish woman was crucified in the inverted position, with her wide-spread ankles nailed to the vertical post. She was also positioned to accept a spear into her naked body through a groin orifice.

The head of the spear was inserted into her womb, through her uterus and pushed down into her belly, causing great trauma to her, but not enough to kill her outright. The final woman first had a stout spear thrust horizontally through both her bulging breasts, then her legs were spread and another spear was driven through both her bulging breasts, then her legs was were spread and another spear was driven through both her thighs, just above the knees.

She was now lifted up into place on her cross and the two impaling spears were spiked to the heavy beams to held her in place. Then her head was pulled back and a third spear was driven into her mouth and forced down her throat, with such persistent force that it finally emerged through her steaming cunt.

Although the victim of his twelfth team was the first bitch to die, the crowd were so appreciative of the novel crucifixion contest, the teams were each thrown a purse of gold by Caesar himself. The first woman to be placed on her cross was the one who was taking the pointed top of the heavy beam up into her vagina, driven entirely by her weight.

She had by this time lost all ability to use her gorgeous legs and the grip of her vagina to resist the steady progress of the invading post, which was most difficult in any event, because of her feet being nailed to the cross-beam so far apart. The tip of the invading post in her stretched cunt finally burst through her cervix into her uterus.

There was now little to stop its progress up into her belly as she dropped significantly further onto it. This caused her knees to bend, and her head to go back as she screamed her horror at her plight. Those crucified women who were able turned their heads to see her jolt as the post worked even further into her naked form.

Her anus opened from the severity of the event, and she ejected a string of her long firm steaming feces. Caesar, as everyone knew, favored defecation by highly distressed naked women, and as she produced her fecal material, he grasped the throat of the child riding his penis and thrust his thumbs into her neck with such sustained force he killed her. She was pulled off and another little girl took her place.

To complete the violent demonstration, the soldiers were given spears on which the pointed heads had been replaced with curved cycle blades. To the shrill sound of the screaming victims, they used them to cut open the crucified women’s bellies, causing their pack of intestines to emerge and dangle out.

Most of the naked crucified bitches dropped long loops of their moist gleaming guts all the way down to the hot sands, where they spiraled into steaming piles. Finally, the soldiers used the blades to slice through the throat of their naked female victims and to then decapitate the beautiful women.

The lovely heads of the crucified bitches rolled onto the sand, with the exception of the woman who’s head was held in place by the spear driven through her mouth. Hers was left in place on the spear, now fully detached from her torso, and making a fine display of a naked cunt artfully slaughtered as a salute to the infamous slave master.

Beside the heads lay freshly severed limbs of the gorgeous bitches, either an arm or leg, cut off near the base. This was the kind of violent entertainment the citizens of Rome had come to expect from the contractors who vied to provide the most shocking deaths of all. The twelve ladies’ lives were now complete.

To end the butchery demonstration, the two rows of rugged crosses were lifted from the holes they stood in, and they crashed down onto the hot sand, where they were dragged out of the arena, the headless carcasses of the gutted naked women still spiked on them. The raucous audience shouted their approval. They had been promised a display of heartless tough action, and Master Slaver Zoda was delivering.

THE END OF CHAPTER FOURTEEN