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Writer: Regis
Subject: MEGHENSA’S FALL TO ENSLAVEMENT 9
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 9
Meghensa had seen work slaves, servant slaves, meat slaves and sex slaves, but she was one of the privileged few, with the training of a dancing slave. She could possibly live for years because of her special skills. Only when her master tired of seeing her perform would she be in any danger of facing death.
She knew that time would come, and when it did, she hoped it would be a death worthy of a girl born free, a death in the Coliseum of Rome, with the throngs watching and cheering her as she was ripped open by the lions or dismembered, disemboweled or decapitated by the swinging or lunging sword of a brave gladiator.
Most of all, she hoped that when her time came, she would be owned by the greatest slaver of them all, the Master Slaver Zoda. She had been in the stands with her second master, and had seen the remarkable performance that all of Rome was still talking about.
She had actually seen the incredible crucifixion contest, in which a dozen matched foreign Greek women had been crucified by teams of soldiers in the most unbelievable ways. Some of these had been ripely pregnant, and the tortuous event was too much for them, and they gave birth while spiked to the cross.
She had seen the bulls violently fuck a group of naked girls strapped to benches, their cocks ripping their bellies open. and plowing through their guts. Their enormous organs had emerged through their ripped bellies or out their gaping mouths as they gave thegirls a bestial fuck.
She had seen the three buxom girls being ripped, gored and then trampled by the elephants, one of these having her entire head crushed under an elephant’s foot, she had seen the flooding of the Coliseum, with the maidens from the audience being fed to the ravenous crocodiles.
She had even been allowed to watch the rape, evisceration and killing of the beautiful enslaved Royal Princess Uterissa by the slaver Zoda and the deformed dwarf. It had been indescribable, and Meg was excited by the memory of the unrestrained sexual violence.
The coliseum floor had been flooded for that event, and it was aboard a small barge that Zoda raped the strikingly beautiful Princess, and then the dwarf had taken over, with his amazing penis dribbling puss from infection, which he passed to the Princess, but her gutting meant the infection would never run its course.
Now that Meghensa was certain she would never be anything but a slave, she determined that she would be the best slave possible, so that she might live to see more and more of the exciting events her owners devised for debauched entertainment.
She decided that her life would build to the most exciting death ever, and that it would happen before Caesar himself. Meg was confident she could be the most sought-after slave in the Empire, and went to sleep for her afternoon nap with the confidence that she could begin that rise tonight at the cunt-slaughter party.
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The killing of women for sport and entertainment had reached a new high in the Roman Empire, and little Meg was the slave of a man who had mastered the fine art, through innovation. He had invited special guests for the debut of a remarkable new technique for killing a young female.
The incredibly brutal killing of the pretty young cunt was designed for the delight of his guests, among whom were three of the most senior senators, and a fourteen-year-old girl reputed by many to be the next wife of Caesar. Caesar only took as his wives girls old enough to reproduce and give him a son.
The guests were reclining on silken pillows while a dozen mahogany-skinned huge-breasted slaves milked themselves into eager mouths. Their cunts were shaved clean, and the guests were all equipped with a mug filled with finger-long barbs from an acacia tree.
While the female slaves worked their breasts to keep the milk flowing and spurting into the mouths of the guests, the guests planted the spikes deep into the black slave women’s bare vulvas. Many of the guests had not tasted mothers’ milk since they were infants.
Most of them in their infancy and youth had been nursed by black slaves, so the novelty was most welcomed. They particularly liked the pleasure of torturing the cunts of the women who were feeding them. It was a mark of their host to respond to nurturing with cruelty.
While this novel sport was taking place, the young dancing girls were assembled. Tonight they would begin with a contortionist act. All of the girls were fully trained in all the arts of dance, including those that required extreme body flexibility.
Six of the best looking,most talented twelve- and thirteen-year-old dancing girls, including Meg, were lined up facing away from the circle of pillows where the guests were reclining. Spreading their legs, they bent forward, keeping their knees as straight as possible,
They then bent forward and downward, until at last their heads and shoulders passed between their knees. They grasped their ankles with their hands in a fashion that lent support and enhanced the appearance of their arms, legs and slender necks.
The dance-mistress cracked her whip, and the girls raised up on their toes, arching their feet and putting themselves in a position that made it incredibly difficult to maintain their balance. Their thighs were spread to accommodate their upper bodies, and all remained up on their toes.
They were doubled over, facing backward, which was the natural way now for them to move, so as the dance-mistress’s whip slashed across their buttocks, the young erotic sex dancers walked on their toes backwards around the room.
The woman with the whip took this opportunity she had created to now attach the children’s exposed vulvas, with sharp cracks of the tightly woven leather against their vulnerable tender cuntmeat. Shrill screams followed each snap of the whip against their naked cuntlets.
The doubled over young nudes were forced to move to a side of the room where they were out of the way as a nude man brought a three-year-old naked toddler forward. He moved the child onto her hands and knees, just as a large hound was brought to join them.
The animal had been stimulated before entering, and now it’s penis stood well out of its sheath, pulsing and red from the encouragement of a youth’s mouth. The elevated level of stimulation of its long dong had the beast ready and looking for action.
The little girl was the perfect target. It mound the youngster, thrusting the point of its penis into her virgin vestibule, parting the fat lips so that entry was both possible and imminent. With a powerful thrust of its hips, full entry was gained, bringing forth a tortured scream.
The bestial fuck progressed rapidly, as blood splashed from the infant’s newly opened vagina with each driving thrust. The hound had achieved more than entry, since its rutting penis was far too long for the child’s little fuck-chute, and it hammered through her tender uterus, spaying her as it filled her tiny ovaries with a flood of semen.
Caesar was so impressed at the disgusting act that he pulled a naked little cherub boy over to him, grasped the little penis in his mouth, drew in also the lad’s little testicle sack, and with a powerful bite, chomped the infant’s organ off, creating a new shrill scream.
A large naked black man with an enormous penis grasped one of the little nude female cherubs, no more that three years of age, and holding the child by her hips, brought her cuntlet down onto his penis with such force that it entered her to its full length in excess of a foot, and jacked himself off, using her body on his massive prick.
Caesar beckoned him over, so that the impaled little girl was in front of him, and he used a decorative dagger to slice open her belly, releasing her intestines and organs through the gaping hole in her tummy. Serving girls immediately swarmed in to take care of the mess.
THE END CHAPTER NINE