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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: THE INCREDIBLE SAGA OF SLAVER ZODA 7
Published: 25.08.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
The Incredible Saga Of Slaver Zoda 7
Chapter Seven — Travel to Rome
The next morning a group of Zoda’s slaves were loaded onto a slave cart. A team of four large-breasted women, the sides of their heads shaved clean and their arms amputated at the shoulder, leaving a hollow where their arms should be, was brought from the stock barn, moving side by side, joined with thick wooden yoke pole thrust through large holes bored in their big firm breasts.
Their shaved cunt lips had been pierced, and the rings through them held the leather reins. This was the kind of cart that had brought Princess Uterissa from the ship when she had first arrived on this profane Greek island. She wondered if she were going to be taken back to that disgusting pirate ship. These women of burden were not the pair that had pulled her cart up the long hill.
On her arrival at the island, the horsewomen had been dark ebony skinned and had their tight curly black hair close-cropped. These were pale-skinned women, from the North, with long flowing red hair. They were very beautiful, and Princess Uterissa marveled that her owner would use these much-valued females as beasts of burden, he was a man of much wealth and power.
Several other similar teams of armless women, joined by a yoke through their large breasts, were brought and attached to other cards, which were then loaded with more naked female slaves, including many little girls. This was going to be a large procession, wherever they were headed. Uterissa’s cart moves forward first.
The cart moved down the hill, the driver using his whip to move the human beasts pulling it, but they went well past the docks where the pirate ship had landed, and moved to the busy dock-side where a large merchant ship was tied. Several other carts followed, all of them drawn by similar teams of female human animals, and they were all loaded with exotic female slaves.
The cart driver skillfully moved his cart into line with the others, jerking roughly on the women’s extended cunt lips with the reins to guide them to his will, and he used his whip liberally and effectively to encourage the gorgeous human beasts to pull the heavy cart up a ramp onto the deck of the ship.
The stiff yoke pierced through their full breasts and pulled horribly at the strained mammaries, stretching the long-healed holes, and swelling out to the size of pointing fingers of their large erect nipples. It looked to Princess Uterissa like the bulging tit flesh would be torn open with the strain, but these women had been well trained to the task at hand, and their breasts were well used to this kind of abuse.
Their firm breasts held, and the cart, heavily loaded with its enticing human cargo, creaked up the ramp and into place beside the others.
On the ship’s deck, the slaves were organized by Stumper, who clumped about the deck with an air of authority, displaying his headless erection to anyone interested in looking.
Stumper, aboard her cart, used his whip liberally on the flesh of the slaves who stepped even slightly out of line, preferring to get the lash up between the lean legs of the lovely ladies, seeking out the tender and sensitive meat of their delicate sex organs, slamming his whip against their tender sex flesh with remarkable accuracy.
When any of the captive bitches got too close to him, he used his peg leg to jab them in the buttocks and their bellies.
He was not a nice man. They quickly learned to respect him because of the brutal severity of the punishment he dished out to those who were either too slow or too attractive for him to resist punishment. The slaves did as they were directed, rather than attract a vicious beating from the man in charge, Stumper. The naked one-legged whip master was not one to be messed with.
Word passed quickly from cart to cart: they were going to Rome! It was rumored that Zoda was going to produce a spectacular sex and death show for Caesar in the dreaded coliseum! They all shouted with excitement as they realized they were going to be featured in the show of all shows, performing to their deaths in the great Roman Coliseum, with Caesar himself watching.
Their master Zoda, renowned as the greatest lady killer Rome had ever seen, was returning to produce a show with this remarkable collection of voluptuous slave bitches. All of them, including the screaming naked little girls, were certain they were headed to be viciously, brutally and entertainingly slaughtered in the Coliseum’s enormous pit of death. Most of them were right.
It was a long trip, taking several days, but they were favored by a tailwind, and arrived at the center of the Empire on a sunny day, mid-morning. The port in Rome was astonishing to these slaves, in that most of them had never seen a large city, let alone the largest city in the world. Rome was the center of all world trade, and the harbor was alive with commerce.
All along the docks were merchants selling their wares, including fruit, fish, fine linens, silks and wool, whips, sandals, trinkets, slaves, strange and wonderful weapons, and products from across the world. Ships were busy off-loading cargoes of nuts, wines, slaves, exotic and ferocious animals, lumber, ropes, nets and pottery.
Everywhere people seemed to be in a hurry and stopped only a moment to watch the latest arrival of slaves as Zoda’s seven ships were unloaded. Rome was the busiest and most active seaport in the world, and the cargo masters allowed their slaves no time to daily. As their ships were being docked, these female slaves of the famous bitch-killer Zoda were privileged to witness a rare sight.
Along the docks, a pair of gamblers took bets from those awaiting the arrival of ships. When they had taken all the bets they could attract, they released a pack of vicious Egyptian hounds after a beautiful naked young woman. The canines dragged the terrified bitch off her feet right beside their ship’s ramp.
The slave girls watched in horror and fascination as the gamblers and a group of curious passers-by ran up to witness which hound would rip out the young victim’s heart. The spectacular sport-killing of the naked slave woman on the docks was incredibly violent. The hounds ripped open the woman’s full firm breasts and then did the same for her tight belly.
She thrashed and bucked in hopeless desperation as the vicious animals tore out yards of her snake-like bowels. The beautiful young woman’s shocking struggles were clearly in vain. There was no question that she would be eaten by the hounds. What was at issue was, in the heat of the fight, which beast would rip her heart out.
She was almost entirely eviscerated, with her stomach, kidneys and liver out on the deck, before one of the big vicious hounds got its fangs into her rapidly beating heart, and ripped it from her. All of Zoda’s slaves realized that what they were witnessing was the kind of spectacular and violent death they were likely to be facing within the next day or two.
This was Rome, and Zoda’s slaves were squealing and mewing their horror as the victorious beast lifted the vital organ high in its blood-dripping jaws. The shocked slaves’ bladders were all emptying, and the deck was quickly awash in fresh steaming bitch-piss. Zoda’s throng of female slaves trembled in anticipation as they watched the hounds settle to feast on the still-warm flesh of their kill.
Each of them could imagine herself lying there, and each knew her fate would be similar. Several lines of twenty slave girls stood in rows, one behind the other, with a heavy iron chain strung between their legs and through their thick cunt-rings. These chains were attached to the rear of the slave carts, pulled by the teams of armless women with the breast-piercing yokes.
These remarkable and novel carts led the profane procession, upon which Princess Uterissa rode. Only the most privileged of Zoda’s female slaves got to ride in the women-drawn carts, and all were naked; only the Royal Princess Uterissa was permitted to have a transparent garment, inadequate though it was. Anyone watching could easily see whatever they wished of her beauty.
Everyone in Rome had heard, and now knew by this privilege of mini-modesty afforded to this slave, that the incredible slaver Zoda, who had come to provide a full and spectacular afternoon of entertainment in the Coliseum, owned a real Princess as a slave. Her easily seen clit-ring proved it. Everyone wanted to see for themselves Zoda’s incredible prize possession.
Zoda rode his chariot, with a naked eight-year-old girl lashed with her back to the chest of each of the four mighty horses, beasts that strode through the streets four abreast pulling his chariot. The naked children had their legs lashed to the horse’s front legs so that each of the small girls appeared to be running close in front as the magnificent horses pranced.
These proud horses were broad-chested, so that the nude children’s legs were well spread, fully revealing their marvelous little hairless and brightly painted cuntlets. This amazing vehicle bearing the notorious slaver brought up the rear of the procession so that all who saw it would know that all these slaves belonged to a powerful and wealthy man. The mighty slaver Zoda was in his glory.
THE END OF CHAPTER SEVEN