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Writer: Regis
Subject: MEGHENSA’S FALL TO ENSLAVEMENT 8
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.
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When at last the beast drew its remarkable twin organs out of the girl, it surprised the other dancing girls when it continued with the perverted performance. Instead of swinging up onto the cords provided for it, the animal did as it had been trained to do.
The horny primate beast doubled its fists and went to work on the young girl, battering her with powerful blows, as a boxer would do. The animal beat her to submission, until she was lying belly up on the floor, covering her head as best she could with her arms.
The monkey straddled her tummy, its twin penises thrusting into the air, still dribbling its spunk. While it sat on her, it continued the terrible beating, encouraged by the audience. The terrible pounding continued until the girl was beaten unconscious.
Her twin fun-holes, fully exposed between her spread legs, had pursed outward with each blow of the monkeys fists, and after she passed out, they dribbled great gobs of monkey-cum. There was also blood in the fluid that trickled from her holes. Her assignments were not to be envied.
Meg looked at the young girl’s battered bleeding face, and was glad she had not been selected for training to mate with animals. There were much worse duties given to young slave girls, but being an animal sex-mate was frightening, particularly for training them.
Meg’s life was difficult enough, without having to endure the humility of being brutalized by animals, still wild, trained to fuck girls, and then to do them harm. That was the only positive thing about her life as a slave. Everything now was so horrible she did not know if she could endure it. But endure she must.
Meg dreamed of someday regaining her freedom, returning to her father, and living in their beautiful home. She would have her own bedroom, her own warm-mouthed toilet slave to eat her excrement directly from her anus, and a pee slave to drink her urine by clamping her lips over her little cunnie, and maids to attend to her every need.
When one of them displeased her, she would have the girl returned to her father’s stock of slave girls that were sold to the Coliseum. Those girls had to entertain in stalls under the stands, where sooner or later they were butchered alive as part of the debauched entertainment. She would be in charge, and responsible for the death of any slave that displeased her.
If only her father won at gambling, and was able to buy her back. She knew deep in her heart that he loved her more than he loved her mother, and as far as Meg knew, her mother had not been sold to debtors. One day all would be well, if only she could endure the hardships of being a slave.
She vowed to do her best at her obscene dancing, to titillate her owner so that he would value her above others, and keep her rather than let her go to another owner when he tired of her. The biggest risk for slaves was always changing owners, as they never knew what a new owner might expect from them or have planned for them.
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Meg’s hopes faded one day when she was attending her master while he visited a slave auction. She was not allowed to see the auction block itself, where the slaves being offered were being displayed, stark naked so that their best assets could be evaluated.
Her master, knowing that only the best side of slaves was ever shown on the block, went behind the stand to the corral where the slaves to be sold were kept. Half a dozen male handlers were preparing a group of women for the block by raping them.
Everyone knew that a woman whose nipples were erect, and who’s vulva was moist and open, would fetch a better price on the block, as buyers were looking for sexually active cunts. Freshly fucked females always looked more erotic than trembling ladies with tight cunts.
These women were clearly newly enslaved, as they were cowering in dread of treatment that was commonplace for most female slaves. Even the most docile and modest female glowed with sexual arousal after a good raping, and these creatures were being well raped.
One of these women caught Meg’s attention, as she was being serviced at both ends, with one sturdy lad fucking her vagina while another was passionately humping his stout penis deep into her throat. The woman was strangling on the big male organ, and she squirmed and squealed as the boys brutally fucked her.
She was in excellent condition, and had a very attractive body. Her breasts were firm and her nipples stood up like small dark corks. She was a mature woman, probably in her mid-twenties, but despite her age, Meg was sure she would bring a good price.
At last the boys finished with her. They did not ejaculate, because the six boys were required to service all of the women in a short time, and there were more than forty women in that single holding pen. They let the woman get to her feet.
She had her back to Meg, but even as she stood Meg could confirm the woman’s quality. The raping had done her good, and she would truly bring a handsome price on the auction block. The woman turned, and Meg was startled and shocked to see that it was her mother!
Anxiously searching, she saw now that there were several of her mother’s household women in the same pen. Her father had either sold off everything, or else everything he owned had been seized, including his wife! Meghensa realized there was now little hope he would ever buy her back.
She had the feeling for the first time that she was doomed to a life of slavery! Although she could not see the slave auction platform, Meg heard the bidding for her mother, and heard the woman fetch the auctioneers a very high price. She knew that if her mother went for a high price she would probably get to live a few years longer.
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She watched others of her mother’s retinue of slaves moving up the stairs that led to the platform. A few of the women came back down. They were the ones that did not fetch a good price. Those who came back were sold at a guaranteed price to the Army.
These would go to the army barracks where they would serve as barracks whores. There they would be subjected to nonstop gang rape, and they were unlikely to live more than three days in Army service. They were fed only stale dry biscuits and water, and had no sleep.
All three portals were used to entertain the soldiers. These women were literally fucked to death. The only way they could escape that fate was if a soldier, drunk or bored, would used his short sword on her to open her up, forcing her to disembowel herself for the entertainment of his mates.
Sale to the army was a guaranteed death sentence, and most women to be auctioned acted with a great deal of obscene abandon on the sales platform, hoping to be bought by a private owner rather than to be sent with unsold cunts to the army barracks.
That feeling of hopelessness was just settling in on the young girl when another event reinforced her gloom. A trio of Arab sheiks arrived at her master’s home, and laid down a bag of gold for the right to enjoy an evening of excessive sexual violence.
The bag was very heavy, and word went through the slave pens that the Arabs had bought the lives of twenty young female slaves. Meg felt a curious twinge of excitement, and knew that she was now home. For her home was not a place or a master, but was slavery itself, in which she knew she would spend the remainder of her life.
She felt a strange acceptance and calm with her lot, and knew that she would become a great slave. Only girls with the experience of owning slaves, and having then been owned by several masters, had the potential to be great slaves, and Meghensa was in the perfect role.
THE END CHAPTER EIGHT