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Writer: Regis
Subject: MEGHENSA’S FALL TO ENSLAVEMENT 2
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff
Synopsis: In the year 106, during the reign of Roman Emperor Trajan, six years before Hadrian came to power, the Royal Princess Meghensa was born. In addition to ruling the massive State of Macedonia, her father was a Maser Slaver, a title earned by those trading in the best human flesh available. The title was useful, but he made his money in procuring burly young cocks and pretty young cunts, and then raising them with excellent trainers to become highly attractive to buyers.
The beautiful, precocious child grew into a valuable asset, and her father, having moved his entire operation of trading in human livestock to Rome, unfortunately learned to gamble, which proved to be his downfall. He could have easily found a wealthy buyer for the girl, and obtained an excellent price for her, but instead lost her as a gambling debt.
Meghensa had been served by personal slaves until she was sold, and knew what was expected of her once she became one. Her new Master made her a dancer because of her beauty and grace of movement. Once her virginity had been ended in a special performance, she began to specialize in copulation and fornication dancing, which was growing in popularity at the time. With a vivid imagination, she created highly obscene acts, which improved her value to her owner.
Meghensa’s Fall To Enslavement 2
Water trickled down the wall, spreading in tiny rivulets that provided needed moisture to the plants that grew along the base, rising up to cover the damp stone wall. It gave the courtyard a cool feeling, welcomed in the heat of Summer. Meg’s new owner was a wealthy produce merchant, serving an area that housed the more affluent and powerful people.
It was in the South of Rome, away from the ghetto and peasant regions of the diverse sprawling city at the center of the world. The spacious courtyard was filled with tables bearing fresh vegetables, exotic fruits and fresh-cut flowers. It was large enough to comfortably accommodate fifty shoppers, and it was usually full.
Meghensa was easily the most beautiful child in the district, and she sat naked on a red velvet pillow in a golden cage, like a pet bird. Her cage was suspended inside the gateway to the courtyard, making her an attraction for shoppers. Men came in and stared at her with envy. Women reached into the bars to fondle her genitals as they would fresh fruit.
Every day her owner turned down impressive offers to buy her. She was a symbol of his wealth, and he displayed her proudly. He had fitted her with her own gold collar, a beautiful engraved piece that fit snugly and permanently around her slender neck.
The collar was crafted with four stout gold fastening rings, one in front, one in back, and one on either side, by which she could be attached to whatever her Master wished, and the collar clearly identified the beautiful young girl as a slave.
She was a cooperative child by nature. She had often watched the extensive sexual training sessions at her father’s school for slaves, and knew how to make the most of her nakedness. She postured and contorted her lithe body in the confining bird cage, pulling open and displaying the naturally sealed inner pinkness her sex organ to passers-by.
Meg had a pretty little cunt, and had learned, under her father’s patient guidance, to make it wink, which drew admiring stares from her appreciative audience. Little boys pulled out their small penises and jerked on them while making rude gestures at her, but their mothers grabbed them by the ear, telling them they were too young for such silly games.
The audience was particularly interested when her cage was opened to allow her to feed her IBS slave. The black girl, who had just sprouted an impressive set of firm and pointed round titties, was chained beneath the elevated cage. A chain was linked to Meg’s collar, and she was lifted down to the ground as people gathered around to see the trick, usually seen only with the concubines in Caesar’s court.
Meg spread her slender legs and leaned back, offering her little cunt, if she wanted to piss. She kept her knees together and leaned forward when she was ready for a bowel movement. In either case, the slave girl moved quickly into position with her mouth open and ready, knowing the dire consequences if she failed in her duty.
She also knew the importance of displaying her own genitals to whoever could see her as she performed her single skill, collecting and swallowing the warm liquid or solid offal as it emerged from the lower portals of the beautiful white slave girl she served.
The well-trained daughter of the once-influential slaver had learned to hold a stool half emerged, and trained her IBS slave to suck on the offering like a candy stick when others were watching. When the moist stink-log was slick from her saliva, she would bite it off, then chew and swallow it before Meg could drop the portion still squeezed in her sphincter.
It was a game the two played well, and the people were always amazed at the control of the white slave girl over her personal black IBS slave. Men often came to the market just to watch beautiful little slave girl’s toilet time, and they ejaculated in their robes at the sight of the two with their outrageous demonstration.
There was always another slave on display, also suspended above the ground, but in quite a different manner. Each of these girls, changed several times a day, would hang by a rope tied tightly around one of her breasts. She was supported only by the rope around her tortured tit.
Her wrists were bound behind her back, and people took particular interest in her naked form, feeling the roundness of her buttocks and the firmness of her thighs. They would also slide a finger into her vagina to feel its moist warmth and how well they gripped the invaders.
The ceiling hook from which these mature girls were breast-hanged was positioned beside a stone stairway that led under the floor of the courtyard. From time to time a customer would call on Meg’s owner. He would have the dangling girl lowered, and she would be taken with the customer down the stairs.
A few moments later the male slave that had helped the customer with the girl would come back upstairs, leading another shapely slave girl who, like the girl before her, would be raised to hang as her predecessor had, painfully by one bound breast.
Meg, in her innocence, assumed there was a brothel below the courtyard. With that assumption, she was always confused at the look of horror, dread, then resignation on the face of the girls taken below. She would have thought the girls, even though painfully suspended in public by a breast, would look forward to the opportunity to put into practice the extensive sexual prowess training she assumed all beautiful female slaves received.
It was not long before she discovered for herself that these girls were not taken down below for coitus. What she discovered proved to be much more shocking. One day she was taken into the master’s kitchen, where several other young slave girls were assembled.
None of these had yet attained the state of puberty, so were without breasts or any pubic hair on their mounds. Although the group was of mixed races, all were of quality stock. They had been born and raised free, and had recently been sold or, like Meg, claimed as debts into slavery.
The girls were given strange slippers with steep wedge-shaped soles, that raised their heels dramatically, and made them stand much taller. The exotic slippers also changed their posture, and made the young naked girls appear to be more mature. That erotic change to their posture was one those who saw them wanted to emulate in their own slaves.
The most marked difference was to the shape of their shapely legs and the unusual forced arch to their feet. It looked as if they were all continuously standing on their tiptoes. They took a few moments to get used to the strange feel of the slippers, but once they were comfortable in them, they seemed to walk with more authority.
All of the girls were made to kneel in a row along the edge of a bench, presenting their spread buttocks. A nozzle from an overhead water bladder was inserted deep into their colons, and their intestines were flushed clean. Male slaves moved behind them with tubs, collecting the dirty spray they produced.
After the fourth filling with the warm water, the liquid was returned as clean as it had gone in. Then long strings of thick cooked sausages were thrust into them through their rectums, stuffing their guts with the spiced cooked meats. It was very uncomfortable, and the spices stung severely, but Meg knew better than to complain.
She and the other girls had their collars chained together so that they stood in a line, under the control of a male slave with a stiff crop. The girls wanted to give him no reason to use it on their naked flesh, as they knew how much the lash of a whip in his powerful hands would hurt them.
She saw teenage girls having their bladders flushed and then filled with wine, and she realized that they were about to feed people appetizers at a party. She had seen this kind of diversion at her father’s home more than once, and had found it amusing to watch.
She had never dreamed that one day soon she would be a slave girl, feeding someone other than her IBS slave from her lower portals. The worst part of all was waiting. After having her gut filled with the spiced sausages, Meg wanted more than anything to evacuate. Her IBS slave was chained to the wall, out of her reach.
At first she felt as if her whole lower body would split, but after several moments, the discomfort became manageable. Before she produced the food from her anus, she knew they would all have to dance for the guests. Her speculation proved to be right.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO