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Writer: Regis
Subject: MEGHENSA’S FALL TO ENSLAVEMENT 4
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 4
Meg had thought her father sold all of his slaves, which was why they didn’t stay, but now she had other thoughts, too terrible for a twelve-year-old to contemplate. She realized with a chill that it was much more likely that when slaves disappeared, it was because they were killed. She had seen her father’s slave master torture young women to make an example of them.
She had also heard slave children say that sometimes the torture led to death, but she thought the stories were fantasy. Little girls made up lies just to impress their friends and anyone who would listen. This was just the kind of story she would expect a slave girl to tell, but now she knew the horrific truth of it.
Clearly this beautiful slave-woman on the butcher block was not going to live long, with all of her entrails cut out and heaped in that big bucket. The woman customer selected the cuts she wanted, and the butcher went to work. The design here was to butcher the girls first, and slaughter them in the later stages of the butchery.
That way the customer got the maximum enjoyment from the degenerate process. How they died seemed to Meg to be as important as how well they were cut as meat. This was an insane reality for a twelve-year-old girl to grasp, but Meg was getting the picture.
One of the helpers held the slave girl’s right leg against the butcher block with the knee bent, and the mighty cleaver dropped in a terrible arc. There was a sickening sound, and the gutted girl’s shapely foot flew to the floor, cleanly severed.
The slaves who were new to human butchery, including Meg, screamed; the others watched dispassionately. It was not them on the bloody butcher block. The experienced ones knew that this was just part of the natural life cycle of a slave, and they saved their screams for themselves.
The cruel cleaver dropped in a rapid series of expert blows, and the girl’s lower leg became a dozen inch-thick steaks, bone in. This was what the client wanted, and was what she was given. To maximize her pleasure with the butchering, the woman inserted three fingers into the girl’s warm vagina.
Meg watched in disbelieve as the woman customer selected how she wanted each part of the unfortunate young naked slave girl to be prepared, and the butcher with the mighty cleaver hacked at the beautiful living and shrilly screaming human carcass.
He removed a succulent whole breast roast; sliced bacon from the girl’s belly, cut intact a fabulous fillet of cunt, produced a baron of hip roast, anus attached; cut small chops from one arm and removed the other arm intact; cut out her long and tender tongue; and then removed her edible organs, which finally killed her.
Meg was startled at how much of the devastating butchery the girl had survived and experienced. The butcher was a true master of his trade. He completed his work by removing her head. One side of the shapely carcass was hung on a hook like a side of beef, with the breast and hip still attached, while the other side, from which the breast and hip had been removed, was cut into a rack of ribs, back roasts, and a shoulder roast.
With a flash of insight, Meg recognized the whole picture: this was not an isolated entertainment. Upstairs in the open courtyard was the vegetable and produce market, while this was the meat market! It was out of the general public view only for proprietary reasons.
There was no effort ever used to mask what went on down here. The reverse bend of the stairs and the sound of water running down the garden-like wall served to contain the screams of the young ladies as they were being butchered, since people were nowhere close.
Some of the girls, as this one was, were displayed hanging by their tits up in the courtyard for all to see. Only customers wishing to purchase a meat-quality girl and supervise her butchery came down the stairs. This was the only way buyers could be certain the meat was from the meat-girl they had selected.
Meg discovered this when she was required to remain and dance all through the long day. Girl after girl was selected from those strung up in rows, or from the advertised specials hung in the courtyard, and was butchered and then slaughtered, to the customer’s requirements.
During the day Meg watched more than a dozen girls being eviscerated and cut up alive before being slaughtered. It was incredible. Two teenage male slaves carried the tubs of viscera out for disposal, cleaned them in the river, then brought them back to be refilled.
The dancing girls were also required to wash and mop up the considerable blood and their gore that was shed by the girls being butchered. Twice Meg was taken back to the kitchen to have her anus refilled with the steaming hot sausage.
It was when she returned to the meat market the second time to dance that she heard her owner tell a customer that the sausages the girls were serving from their rectums were made from the meat of a woman slaughtered on the butcher block the day before.
This was so shocking that she inadvertently shit out three of the fat sausages in her colon. She earned a rapid flurry of sharp cracks of the whip to her buttocks and cunt for her loss of control. This was inexcusable, and Meg was pushing her luck by this ejection of sausages stored in her colon
She resumed her obscene dance, and the butchery of beautiful young women selected as meat continued. Several of the girls were selected from the stock strung up in the large meat market, and two others were brought down from being on display in the vegetable area in the upstairs courtyard.
These girls were placed and held on the butcher block in front of the buyer, and while the strong male slaves held them, the butcher did his work, butchering them alive for the entertainment of the buyers, reducing the beautiful young women to attractive cuts of meat.
Twice debauched older people, one a man and the other a woman, commanded her to urinate into their mouths. They preferred the essence of young girls mixed with the real wine served directly through pissing, from the bladders of the naked teenagers.
Meg was not only used to pissing into the mouth of an eager recipient; she had never known any other way to evacuate her bladder. The same was true of evacuating her colon. What she found exciting and daring was peeing into the mouths of aristocrats instead of a slave.
The customers at this establishment were the wealthiest in Rome. The use of females as meat was restricted to the very wealthy, as not only was it incredibly expensive, but was also technically illegal. Slaves could only be legally killed for disobedience. Eating human flesh was banned throughout the Empire simply to make the act more interesting.
Here in Rome using select women as meat was a common practice among the wealthy and powerful. Markets such as this one were never visited by the law enforcement authorities while on duty; judges and senior army officers were among the clients.
Something happened later in the afternoon that made Meg feel suddenly very vulnerable. Three people offered to buy her; two of them wanted her butchered in front of them for her meat! Her owner set her price far too high, as he had other plans for her, but she shook with fear when he gave in and sold one of the other young dancers, a beautiful ten-year-old, for meat.
The youngster was an aggressive sex dancer, with more raw talent than training. She had been mimicking Meg’s better moves, and repeating them as new customers came into the lower meat market. Like the women with their full breasts, the selected child was disemboweled alive, and cut up to meet the wealthy customer’s specifications.
Her legs were cut off half way up her thighs, and she was cut in half at the waist with a saw, from her lower belly to the middle of her back. This produced a double hip roast, which featured her virgin cuntlet when it was set with her ass propped in the air. That incredible job of butchery capped a remarkable day in Meg’s new life as a slave.
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR