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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: THE INCREDIBLE SAGA OF SLAVER ZODA 6
Published: 24.08.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
The Incredible Saga Of Slaver Zoda 6
Chapter Six — The Porcupine Penis
The boy who won the wrestling match was bound to a stake, his big prick standing stoutly at attention. He would not be killed. Instead, for the entertainment of the women and to protect him from any further such contests, he was to become a total eunuch, with complete removal of both his hairless testicles and penis.
But first, to ensure the entertainment of the wealthy and influential reclining Amazon women, he would undergo severe genital torture and extreme sex organ piercing before his ceremonial total organ castration. There was nothing more pleasurable for these women than to see a young man suffer sexually.
A beautiful woman of about forty, one of Zoda´s special slave control bitches wearing a floor-length flowing white robe, approached him. In her hand was a bundle of dried foot-long cactus barbs, with very sharp points. Their shafts were a quarter inch thick and flared out at the base to almost one-half inch in diameter.
The woman smiled at the boy and gently stroked his raging manhood with her skilled fingers. He was filled with an ever-rising lust as the attractive mature woman gave him glimpses of her the elongated pierced nipples on her full breasts, as she skillfully fondled his nakedness, even though he knew that she would use the long barbs to penetrate his raging penis. He had seen her at work before.
The woman grasped between two fingers the ridge of the skin that ran lengthwise along the base of the excited organ, and pulling out the skin just below the flare of the circumcised head, she drove one of the long barbs through his stretched skin, so that it emerged through the other side.
The boy found the pain bearable, and she repeated the skin piercing further down, near the base of the rutting cock. The barbaric torture seemed to increasingly stiffen the excited organ rather than deflate it. She got to her knees in front of her naked bound victim and took the salty tip of his cock into her mouth.
She closed her teeth firmly behind the large flared edges of the cock-head, opening her lips so that everyone could see the firm grip her teeth had on the organ, and then she stuck a third barb into the middle of his thick flesh shaft so that instead of just piercing his penis skin as before, this one was driven deeply into the youth’s puffed up cock-meat.
In addition to the prick of the sharp point driving through his skin which he had endured twice, the lad felt the shaft of the barb entering his flesh, pressing inward with a sharp and spreading pain. With the horrible intrusion came another feeling, this one foreign to him, which startled him.
Swelling through his body, almost as powerful as the inflicted pain, was unbelievable excitement at being the center of attention, firstly of the beautiful woman working over his pain-racked penis, and of the five women assembled as banqueters, several of whom were watching his dilemma unfold as they feasted and joked.
Thirdly, he had noticed the three lovely but obscene young serving girls had come into the hall during the fight that he had so valiantly won, and in doing so saved his own life. Like these slave girls, he had also been kidnapped from a tiny forest village in a brutal raid by raping raiders. He had then, for the first time, experienced sodomy.
All of the girls in his village from the age of five onward wore thick plugs in their vaginas to protect them from a brutal bestial rape by the lusting wild dogs that roamed the forest. Nobody he knew had ever seen these terrifying animals, but the danger of them cross-breeding with young girls was legend and reason for the vaginal plugs.
It was also well known that once a female was married, the stench emanating from her vagina from having sex would afford her sufficient protection from the marauding wild dogs so that only a mature bitch should be seen without an internal ringed plug. For a young or pubescent girl’s little twat to be unplugged was obscene, as it would attract a marauding dog.
The large plugs stretched the little cuntlets of small girls, and every few weeks they were replaced with larger and thicker plugs. By the time a girl had the body of a woman at the age of twelve and was ready to marry, her vagina was sufficiently stretched to provide a functional carrying pouch for melons and vegetables.
This functional application of their sex pouches made females at least somewhat useful as wives, and that was about their only value, for those who were rejected time after time by raiding slavers were not sufficiently attractive, but were all that were left for wives for the men, with huge pouch-cunts.
The only females who wore no cunt plugs were the breeders, and these were taken at an early age to the dark caves, where only the senior men of the village were permitted to visit. This is where copulation took place, and the breeders somehow produced new people for the village, in. the form of toddlers.
The new people were brought to the village at the age of two, and the new young females were allowed to remain plugless until six. Girls five years old and younger were not considered to be obscene when seen with their naked vaginas unplugged, and the young males of the village were forbidden to insert their penises in the lovely little children, on pain of death. This proved to be a sufficient disincentive.
From the age of six onward, whenever a girl popped her cunt plug, she was considered to be an outcast. She would be driven out into the forest to mate with the wild dogs, and three of the elders of the village would follow her to be certain it happened. Sure enough, within half an hour her horrified screams would be heard from the village and would continue for more than an hour.
Then there was silence, and everything would turn to normal. Soon the elders would reappear, carrying her naked carcass with them, her crotch area ripped and battered, her pink guts oozing out of the rip where her offending cunt had been. The brave men would proudly show the blood on their organs and groins, which they said was the blood of the wild dog they had slaughtered.
They never produced the body of the wild dog, because they claimed it was evil to look upon, and everyone was glad that they had such brave elders to protect them. As the girls of the village grew, they were all protected as much as possible, and some were somehow lucky enough to survive the frequent and violent raids by the slavers.
As they aged, the larger and larger plugs forced up into their stretched cunt were held in place by thick iron rings driven through their pouting outer pubes, with the sharpened ends secured in the body of the protruding plugs. Once she was free of her plug, a woman’s husband fitted her with a permanent cunt ring.
This one did not prevent the use of her greatly enlarged organ, but proved to be useful, when combined with a stout chain, for her to drag heavy things home. It was highly immoral for a young female to be seen to have no plug inserted into her vagina. She would be seen as being incredibly daring because she was risking a horrifying and brutal rape by the mythical wild dogs.
This was considered to be an extreme form of nakedness, and the boy now found watching the impudent serving girls with their pouting pubes to be highly erotic. These three lovely slave girls in their early teens were displaying their unplugged shaved pussies with their fared pink lips so brazenly that he felt his pained prick surge again with renewed fuck-lust.
This was the worst kind of profane behavior, to be unplugged at their tender age. The sex-tortured boy was particularly impressed and startled to see that there were no ring holes through the brazenly flagrant girl’s pubic meat. These wanton young hussies had never been plugged!
He was sure they deserved the brutal treatment that had given them the flesh damage they were all sporting. These naked large large-breasted slave girls were not villagers, because they all appeared to be virgins! God, if only a trio of the wild hounds would burst into the banquet hall and rape, rip apart and then devour these three lovely and impudent naked creatures!
He would surely ejaculate all over the ceiling! He looked down at the mature woman kneeling before him, holding the swollen head of his enlarged penis in her teeth so deliciously as she drove another huge barb deep into the stretched young sex shaft. He couldn’t help himself, his captive tortured penis was rutting with lust.
The woman’s loose robe had fallen open as she twisted the hard barb, pushing it painfully through his raging penis. Now her huge breasts with their deep cleavage and erect nipples filled his eyes, and below them, he saw how her tight tummy muscles delicately folded as she leaned forward in the obscene act she was publicly performing on him.
He squeezed his eyes closed to scream at the pain of another long barb being brutally thrust through his lust-raging penis. When he was able to open his eyes after the scream, he saw she had released his penis from her teeth, and he watched the tip of the last huge cactus barb emerge out the other side of his fuck shaft.
Then for the first time, he noticed that her breasts were now pressing tightly together to form a sexy buttock-smooth cleavage. His eyes bulged at the size of the woman’s now fully exposed sex-bloated mammaries. He was not startled to see the bared breasts of a woman, for these were one of the few assets a female had to offer.
In his village, a woman was a beast of burden, and any woman with such large breasts had a thick wooden staff pushed right through them so that she could carry heavy loads. As a result, within a few short years, they naturally hung low. Women were beasts, and the distorting weight-stretching of their breasts was natural.
What startled him was that this woman’s huge tits were not only full and stood upright, proud and erect, having never borne a burden, but they were also unmarked, with no large pierce holes through them, and they were so firm it appeared that they never had a heavy burden to bear. He was not just used to the brazen carnality of the outer world.
The lack of respect for tradition was too much for him, the boldness of the females beyond his imagining, and he felt he was about to spill his precious sperm. Ten long barbs were slowly driven through his sex-gorged penis, then an extra thick and long one was pushed in through the piss slit down the length of the tortured prick until it emerged back behind his balls, its sharp point piercing the thick skin of his scrotum.
When his big swollen and pierced prick resembled a porcupine, his testicles were each pierced, run right through with long sharp barbs. Janile, Diana, and Vreena were deeply disturbed by the barbarous display, but they were also unable to take their eyes off the horrible but very exciting sexual torture scene.
The boy was so handsome, and his large organ so stiff and exciting as it took the long barbs that slid so cleanly into the rutting male sex organ, that they nearly pissed themselves watching. Nor was the gorgeous captive slave Princess Uterissa able to look away as she stood fanning her master to keep him cool in this incredible tent of wanton debauchery.
She had never seen this kind of intricate piercing being performed on a male, although she was familiar with the use of long barbs on the tender sex organs and breasts of young female victims. She was delighted with the extraordinary visual effect that they had on this muscular boy’s raging erection.
Now it was the time for the coup de grace. The woman clapped her hands, and a beautiful naked seven-year-old girl entered. She had long braided blonde hair and wore red sandals, with the long thongs lashed around her slender legs past her knees and halfway up her thighs. She carried a red satin pillow.
On it rested a long sharp knife with a gently curved thin blade. The weapon was crafted from the finest Damascus Steel and would be the perfect tool for a ceremonial castration, something the Royal Princess Uterissa had enjoyed watching often in her father’s court. The sadistic woman took the blade, then a Nubian slave took hold of the child so abruptly that the girl suddenly dropped the pillow.
He pulled her arms behind her, thrusting his knee into the base of her spine to force her to press her crotch forward. This pressure on her back made her slender legs spread wide, and her alluring little vulva press open. The audience of Amazon women laughed with delight as, one by one, three colorful little birds wriggled out of the child’s little cuntlet and flew around the room.
The woman used the offered little womb to test the blade. She thrust it up into the child’s vagina, then easily sliced up through her belly, opening the naked little girl like a sausage pie. The screaming child’s viscera slid easily out of her opened belly, to fall in gleaming wet loops to pile on the floor.
Princess Uterissa was disappointed the severe test was so sudden, she would have preferred a slower, teasing approach to the inevitable incision before the gutting of the pretty little girl, but she realized that the live evisceration of the pretty naked child was not the central purpose of the entertainment piece at this banquet.
The sudden and brutal evisceration of the living child was too much for the bound boy, and in his uncontrolled sexual excitement, he began spurting out thick gobs of his potent semen, even with his throbbing sex organ so thoroughly pierced with the vicious barbs. Although he was from a remote and savage Germanic village, he was displaying the spirit of a true Roman.
Now the sadistic woman extracted the blade from the little girl and used the child’s cheek to wipe off her blood. The pretty little gutted child was dragged away, her tripe dragging behind her, and the woman placed the blade against the base of the youth’s testicles. She was ready to take off his manhood, removing both testicles and penis with the blade in a single swipe.
He renewed the spontaneous ejaculation with vigor and was spurting his jism as the blade sliced into the tender sack. Carefully she sliced around the flesh pouch, being careful not to damage their precious and sensitive contents too soon. With great skill, she completely removed the skin sack.
Its removal revealed the two veined testicles dangling by the blood vessels and the tough cords that carried his sperm up into his penis. The audience of Amazon women had often witnessed castrations before, but none had ever seen a man’s naked balls, still functional, dangling outside their protective sack.
They applauded the creative flesh carver and yelled for his balls to come off. The woman with the knife had designed another move to precede the final stroke. She knelt in front of the teenager, took the head of his skewered penis into her mouth, then closed her teeth over the swollen glands and bit down hard, chomping right through the tortured shaft, entirely removing the swollen head of his penis.
She spit the severed penis head out, then quickly thrust her tongue against the blood-spurting stump, temporarily stemming the bleeding. Then she placed the sharp blade against the base of his prick, at the bottom of his belly, and began an even stroking which sliced right through the mutilated male organ.
It fell to the floor between his legs. She splashed the wound with brine to slow the loss of blood. Now the sturdy youth stood bound before them without a prick, but his large pair of naked balls dangled free of their encumbering sack between his legs. The boy’s screams of dread, pain and terror filled the large banquet room, to the delight of the female Amazon diners.
Zoda clapped his hands twice, and the woman obediently responded. The blade flashed, and the boy’s rapidly released balls suddenly flew across the room. Two of the Amazon women made quick and lucky catches, and now both had souvenirs of the monstrous but delightful entertainment.
That night Princess Uterissa was given a very short and immodest hemp smock to wear, one that came down to the top of her pubic mound but left this visual delight and the sensuous curve of her buttocks and her bare circumcised vagina available to the roaming eyes of the bitch keepers.
She gratefully gave up those tortuous Egyptian shoes. Her arms were unbound, and she was placed into a holding pen with the three girls who had been serving that night. They all huddled together on the straw mat to keep warm as they slept. This was most of the most degrading part of all for Princess Uterissa, sleeping on the floor with naked slave girls, but before the night was far advanced, she appreciated their sensual feminine warmth.
THE END OF CHAPTER SIX