Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The story’s content is not representative of the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. As depicted in the story, the author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.
Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: THE INCREDIBLE SAGA OF SLAVER ZODA 2
Published: 20.08.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
The Incredible Saga Of Slaver Zoda 2
Chapter Two — The Bizarre Banquet
The beautiful naked ten-year-old girl with the long raven black hair lay back on her red linen-covered banquet table, raising and spreading her slender legs as she had been trained to do, offering the thin end of the roasted turkey leg that had been painfully rammed into her little cunt to the master of the house who was seated before her.
Another naked child climbed up beside her onto the banquet table, and kneeling on wide-spread knees, pissed fresh red wine into his goblet from her wine-loaded bladder. A dozen other fair-skinned young pre-pubescent nudes danced into the banquet hall, climbed gracefully onto the table and offered food and wine to the guests from their bare little crotches.
A naked sixteen-year-old girl with huge breasts and a narrow waist was chained by one ankle to a heavy stone at the other end of the table. Bending over so that her big tits dangled and swayed under her for the amusement of the guests in front of her, she exposed her moist and flared cunt lips and pink puckered asshole to those behind.
The desperate teenage nude grasped the short chain that linked to the great stone, and heaving as hard as she could, dragged it slowly down the middle of the long banquet table. She was an incredible sight, and men were pulling their raging cocks out of their robes and stroking them, fucking their fists as they watched her move.
The hundred guests at the table had all been given sharp canes made of split reed. As she slowly strained and sweated the way past them, they lashed gleefully at her hanging breasts and hairless vagina. The guests were merciless, and the lash of their rigid reed crops was both painful and damaging.
The sharp edges of the split woodcut her skin, and the split flesh swelled as the unrelenting whips continually and ruthlessly battered her exposed buttocks, breasts and sex meat. The inebriated guests were having much more fun lashing with their whips than the naked girl who was their target in receiving their merciless blows.
The beautiful young bitch was streaked with her blood and sweat before she was halfway, and when she finally managed to reach the far end of the table, the severely punished young cunt was not only still alive but was miraculously also still able to stand, so she was sent back to where she had started, the hard way, repeating her struggle.
The heartless guests redoubled their efforts with the whips as she moved back past them, causing more grievous damage to her vulnerable and delectable nakedness. The courageous young teen collapsed at last in total exhaustion on the huge dining table, long before she finished the trip.
She had fallen forward onto her big battered breasts on the table, grossly bulging them before she rolled over onto her back, tits up and her legs akimbo, displaying the bleeding meat of her swollen and gaping young vagina, right in front of the powerful Master of the house, the great warrior Zoda.
“Get up, bitch,” he bellowed and lashed her across the belly with his cane, “I’m not moving, you can hit me all you want,” the ravaged girl said.
The guests within reach laid into the naked little bitch with their split canes with all their strength. Stumper cringed as her defiance gave her Zoda´s full attention. This was the end of this charming cunt.
“I´m not moving!” she screamed, in a shrill defiant voice.
“I believe she`s telling us the truth,” Zoda laughed, “Here’s a lively new scabbard for my blade.”
He stood up, grabbed her free ankle, and pulled her lovely lean legs apart. Drawing his great double-edged sword, he stuck its tip into her torn and bleeding cunt, and slowly and deliberately began pushing into her quivering body.
She threw her head back screamed, and bucked her hips as the great blade slid steadily into her.
“I’ll get up, I’ll get up!” she screamed too late, as the blade slit up through her uterus and cut easily into her abdominal cavity.
With her movement and the steady pressure pushing the sword, the tip sliced through any gut roll that would not slide out of the way.
Her violated cunt was approaching the hilt of the sword the hard way when she threw her head back and screamed her last just before the tip of the blade emerged in triumph through her wide-spread mouth. The guests fell silent in awe at the pitiless display of ruthless power, and of the brutal discipline Zoda bestowed on his lovely slave-girl, for the benefit of the others.
His merciless brutal action was not only for their entertainment but also made a compelling, forceful example to any other of the young slave girls who might question his omnipotent command. The banquet guests thumped tier goblets in appreciation, as sprays of hot blood spurted from the young skewered bitch’s cunt and mouth.
Zoda grasped the stout handle of his sword and carefully drew it out of the arched torso of the defiant and now dead young buxom bitch, who had paid for her insolence with her life. He wiped it clean on her spread thighs, then carefully replaced the marvelous double-edged weapon in his belt.
The housemaster summoned Stumper, and he quickly dragged the girl`s body and the large rock chained to her ankle off the table. Long-tittied slave women sopped up the blood from the table with rags, and the banquet continued as if nothing had happened. From time to time the killing of a girl would surprise and enrich the degenerate dining experience of guests.
In the kitchen, the young little girls who had served the meat in their puckered cuntlets were having the shit removed from their intestines. They were all flushed clean inside, with a series of repeated deep enemas, with warm and then warm scented water at first, until they emerged clean. Next, their well-trained colons were stuffed full of rich honey and wheat pudding.
The naked little girls would serve the guests directly by standing on the table, and putting their pink puckered rectums up to the open mouth of the guests, then straining as if to shit, to deposit the dessert directly into the mouth of the recipient. Zoda’s wealthy and powerful guests were used to this kind of ingenious intimate food service by naked little girls at decadent dinners.
While the twenty beautiful young girls were having their lower guts stuffed to near the bursting point with the rich and delicious dessert, another thirty naked girls lined up at wine barrels. Ten husky women loaded these girls with wine, by lifting them under one arm while sticking their cunts against the bronze tubes that extended from the spigots of the huge wine barrels.
The muscular cunt charged with loading the little girls’ bladders would spread the virgin child’s vestibule with her fingers, line up the puckered urethra with the rounded end of a thin tube, and then force the girl forward with a hand at the base of her spine onto the tube so it drove up into her bladder. Now all that was needed was to turn the spigot, and the wine would rush into the living wine-skin.
Although their active kidneys continued to produce urine, it was minuscule compared to the volume of the wine loaded into the little girl’s stretched and expanded bladders, and her amber product only served to add an interesting tang to the recent vintage with which she had just been loaded.
Five of the naked young wine servers were required to drink a mug of wine, and then wait for an hour before serving the spirits stored inside their bladders. This increased the urine content of what she produced for the more experienced guests who preferred lighter-colored wine with more of the small girl’s uric acid tang.
All of these young serving girls had been well prepared and trained, and their guts and bladders had been stretched by months of careful formulation. Although the loading procedure was agonizing, the naked little girls were bright and smiling prettily as they danced to the tables on their tiptoes and seductively served from their groins their offerings of food and wine, which were warmed by their bodies.
It was in their own best interests to entertain the guests well and to be as sexually enticing as possible. After the festivities each evening, the guests always selected one of the serving girls who was judged to have been sluffing off, and they would all be treated to the spectacle of watching the naked incompetent child being fed alive to a pair of crocodiles in the large indoor estate pool.
The big carnivorous reptiles had a habit of fighting over their food by savagely ripping the living young creature apart without beginning to kill her. As the guests finished the meal with the thick sweet pudding that was pooped in their mouths from the naked girl’s puckered anuses and had licked the warm little rectums clean, they were ready to enjoy the main entertainment of the evening.
They had all paid a handsome price in gold coins to be Zoda’s guests, to witness this evening`s evocative sexual entertainments, and were particularly looking forward to the announced forced birthing by three naked young slave girls under severe torture. Zoda’s special productions were known as the best in the Empire.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO