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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: MEGHENSA’S FALL TO ENSLAVEMENT 4
Published: 30.09.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff, Young Ones, Abuse
Synopsis: In the time of Zoda, the great Roman slaver, there were highly produced shows to entertain and divert the citizenry, featuring sharp steel swords and spears, knives and hacking swords, all designed to part the flesh of naked females, often very young. It was a time of destruction in their great arenas, where cunts were split open and bare bellies ripped, to cover the sands on the floor with blood and female gore. Ladies died to be in these shows and also died in them. The butchery of naked cunts was a tradition, and the tradition was maintained for generations. Everyone of note owned female slaves, and
Meghensa’s Fall To Enslavement 4
Young Meghensa knew that one day she would have to become a fornicator, but she did not know what that entailed. She knew about sexual intercourse from having her stud, but he was restricted to taking her anally. She had often watched the mating dances done by couples in the training school.
She knew that she enjoyed it because whips were not needed to encourage her, as they were some of the preteen female slaves. The girls being trained loved to dance with the long stout penises of the male dancers deeply embedded in their vaginas or anuses, or, if they had two male partners, both.
The girls yet to enter their early teens seemed to like taking on vaginal insertion more than having their anuses stuffed, and Meg understood that, having endured the sausages made of woman-meat thrust into her bum-hole. That had hurt a lot, more than having the penis of a boy go in there.
She had yelled when being loaded, but she had taken the thick sausages into herself, as required, to be served from her anus. The young female slaves also danced more dramatically with vaginal rather than anal entry, so she believed that dancing while impaled through the vagina was a source of pleasure for females.
The older teenagers, and even some older women over fifteen who had been sold into slavery and were being trained as sex dancers, did not seem to mind the anal intercourse while they danced. As slaves, they were always under total control and were allowed to participate in any sexual activity at the pleasure of their masters.
It was a treat for them to have access to men, and they soon got over the embarrassment of being sexually used and abused in public. Humiliation was only a factor for females who had once been free. Those born as slaves had never had any other kind of experience and did not know either humiliation or shame.
They had always been treated as sexual objects so what newly enslaved girls found debasing, they found perfectly normal. Rome was a highly developed civilized, sophisticated society, and had established a far broader range of sexual use and abuse for people particularly cunts, than any society before or since.
Romans understood the true value of their beautiful naked slaves and knew how to get the most enjoyment possible from them. Vaginas and penises were sensitive organs, capable of bringing pleasure to the observer simply from watching them being hurt, creatively used and also severely abused.
Meg had danced at the deflowering of Lillithee and knew from the girl’s reaction that it was a difficult and painful process. Much of the discomfort was a deliberate part of the design, as it was intended to hurt her. The winsome child was deflowered at a morning gathering of friends of the wife of Meg’s master.
Meg had befriended Lillithee, who was her age. She was a pretty girl, one of four sisters. Meg’s owner had envied the girls and had forced their father into debt so that he could obtain his young daughters as his slaves. Only one of them, the oldest at twelve, was to become living meat in his remarkable market. The others, like Meg, were far too talented to be killed so young.
Meg’s new master was a wealthy merchant, and his house stood on a prominent hill, with an excellent view. The women gathered on the garden terrace overlooking much of the city, to drink tea and be entertained by enjoying the torture of naked little girls before going to the public baths.
The forced removal of Lillithee’s hymen was the entertainment of the morning. Lillithee was to be trained to fornicate with hounds, and this made her available for deflowering, a sport the ladies favored nearly as much as the forced branding and castration of naked young boys.
There were trained Amazons who could be hired to perform these duties, and they were kept busy producing eunuchs as sterile fuck-slaves. A big black slave was used to conduct the operation on the young white slave girl. He was an older, experienced slave, already in his twenties.
The mature, brawny nigger bore several scars from unknown battles covering his muscular naked body. His penis had lost its head to a sword in the Coliseum, but the frequently erect male fuck-organ was still impressive in length as well as thickness. The ladies had all fucked him, as he was a stud to reckon with.
What was most important was that his scrotum carrying a pair of virile testicles was intact, and he could produce a raging erection and generate copious quantities of semen virtually on demand. It was clear to everyone from the beginning that little Lillithee’s tiny vagina was going to be stretched to the limit on the impressive impaling shaft.
Eight naked female nymphs aged from seven to nine danced for the gathered ladies. The slavemaster had carefully painted the rim of each little girl’s vagina lips with a bright pink pigment, to make the children’s pouting sex organs easily visible. He had also vigorously masturbated them, to get the blood flowing and the inner lips enlarged.
The talented little girls displayed and tickled their painted sex organs with long-stemmed roses. Each of the dancing girls had been given a bouquet of the brilliant blossoms. Roses had been selected because of the contrast between their beautiful delicate petals and the sharp thorns piercing the flesh petals of the young dancing girls’ naked genitalia.
Meg had done this flower dance often before, and was, like the other girls, expert at it. Although she was required to hurt herself when inserting the sharp thorns into her cuntlips, she was in control, and the hurting was uncomfortable but endurable. The pain made it easy for her to scream, which the ladies expected of her as she abused her sex organ.
One at a time, the naked young dancers dragged the long-thorned stems across their delicate cuntlets, scratching the skin lightly at first, but increasing the pressure as the obscene dance progressed, until tiny drops of blood the color of the flowers stood on the crest of their pouting painted sex-lips.
At the climax of the dance, the naked girls pierced the flesh petals of their delicate cunts, to hold the roses in place and free their hands for other sexually stimulating movements. The women found the sight of the little girls purposefully hurting their own most sensitive places to be amusing.
The young naked slave girls completed their dance by grasping the stem in their trained and thorn-pierced twats, with the bloom of the gorgeous flower on display, leaving their hands free. They held their hands over their heads and stood in a large circle around the marble bench.
This was where the deflowering of Lillithee would take place. The girls, their thorn-pierced cuntlips dripping blood, stood well apart, so they would not interfere with the view of the ladies who had come to witness the ceremony. After all, this was all about the loss of a girl’s virginity, not about them.
Lillithee was carried into the middle of the open ring of young dancers by the big male slave who was to service her. He laid her on her back on the low marble bench to await her moment. Like her friends standing around her, Lillithee was stark naked. Slaves never wore clothing, as it was best they were kept naked to be fully admired.
Like the cuntlets of the young dancers, her pronounced pubic mound was not yet producing curls, and the nakedness of her pretty little vagina was accentuated with the application of colored oils and waxes. The twelve-year-old girl spread her thighs, knowing she was always expected to display her sex organ.
Slave girls were often kept intact, as their masters knew they were more valuable as virgins. That made it a special treat for the wives to deflower one, just for the sport of it. Tiny beads of sweat grew on Lillithee’s forehead, her upper lip, and the raised mound of her bare vulva.
She was quivering slightly, not sure how her deflowering was to happen to her, but she was certain it would involve pain, and that she would scream, simply for the pleasure of the women gathered to watch. The big black slave was one of the few who was not an Eunuch, kept intact as a stud.
He had an organ that hung down over a large testicle sack, swinging as he walked. As the girl positioned herself, the organ began to rise, and as she watched in amazement it grew rapidly to an impressive size. Even with its head missing, the massive penis stood proud and threatening, with a slight curve upward.
It was less bowed than those Meg had seen on the male sex dancers. It was also much more massive than she had ever seen before. The formidable size of this big black slave’s penis was the likely reason he had been allowed to keep it. Those selected as studs were the slave men with the most impressive equipment.
The nigger slave stud dropped to his knees between the girl’s spread legs, which put his penis within range of her nervous little twat. He grasped her spread knees in both hands, then by gyrating his hips, ran the massive knurled end of his organ against her sex slit.
The knurled-cut head of his penis picked up the moisture of her vaginal sweat and brushed it over the girl’s opening vulva. The child pursed her lips in fear, breathing rapidly through the small round opening of her lips as the probing penis roamed over her naked sex organ.
She too had seen the sex dancers perform their lewd tango, and knew of fornication. It was a fearsome thought, that this man’s monstrous organ would enter her, when she could not even get her own small finger into herself. She could not imagine what being impaled upon it would be like.
Even more frightening was that she would be lifted, skewered on this mighty shaft, with the whole of her weight suspended on her gripping organ, to dance with her feet off the floor, as the female sex dancers did. Their cunt took their full weight, with her uterus taking the full punishment of her fucking.
That was all she knew of fornication. Suddenly there was something more pressing for her to contemplate. The male slave tightened his grasp on her slender thighs, and with a steady thrusting action, pressed his hips forward. The nub of his decapitated penis pressed hard against her fat little vulva, mashing and then spreading the outer lips of her virgin cuntlet.
The inner lips were pressed hard against the closed opening, and then they too spread. Now there was only her hymen, a band of tightly stretched porous membrane, that held him out of her. He persisted in the pressure, lifting and then dropping her so that her cunt had to take her full weight, and she screamed at the pain.
The deflowering of virgins had become a favorite entertainment at social gatherings in Rome, and young Lillithee was providing her master’s wife and friends with an enjoyable show. She squirmed and screamed, vainly attempting to twist away from the big black stud, who held her young slender thighs in his firm grip.
She beat at the marble bench with her clenched fists as he bucked his hips, increasing the pressure on her tiny vaginal seal with his turgid penis. This slave’s speciality was to rape virgins for his master, and he was highly skilled in his craft. Lillithee felt him pressing her legs further apart, painfully so.
At the same time, he was increasing the force of his ramming flesh rod. The mighty shaft was beginning to rip her single defense, and she felt it tear as the mammoth shaft suddenly slid deep into her. She felt the pressure increase through her whole torso as the invading penis filled her, pressing firmly against the pad of her uterus.
As they had been instructed to do before the performance, the young dancing slave girls moved forward, tightening their ring, and spreading their knees, they all took turns urinating on the girl as the big black slave fucked her. Meg positioned herself so that she could take a prominent position.
When her turn came, she pissed on Lillithee’s face and into her screaming mouth. That would give her friend something else to think about as she was viciously raped. The slave master was not in the least concerned about pregnancy; a pregnant girl was worth more for entertainment than one who was barren.
Any issue they whelped successfully was automatically the property of the girl’s owner at the time she dropped the baby. That was the most common of common law. At the rate slaves were being used up, particularly young females, owners were taking every opportunity to impregnate their female stock.
Nursing women, particularly those who were capable of producing spurting milk from their big bulbous breasts while being tortured, were of particular value. The torture and abuse of pregnant girls was a popular sport, and over the past several decades, watching naked girls in their early teens whelping was a regular sport.
Publicly popping their pups combined with extreme sexual abuse, had also become a refined form of public entertainment. Caesar liked to have naked pregnant young women crucified in the Coliseum as they were going into labor so that they would drop their babies from high in the air before they died.
The ripely pregnant girls on the crosses were raised high enough that when the sprog finally spurted out of their cunts, their umbilical cord would not reach the ground. The intention was that when the dropping infant hit the end of the cord, the force of impact would usually jerk their inner womb right out of the screaming girls’ cunts. It worked.
It was always a spectacular show and was also always very messy. That was the reason crucifixion-berthing was always demonstrated and performed out in the open. The Coliseum, with its bloodstained sand floor, was the perfect place to stage such an event, and spectators for front row seats to get the best view.
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR