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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: THE INCREDIBLE SAGA OF SLAVER ZODA 9
Published: 27.08.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
The Incredible Saga Of Slaver Zoda 9
Chapter Nine — In The Coliseum’s Catacombs
Princess Uterissa was the first to hear the distant shrill chorus of piercing horrified screams. She was completely familiar with the sound of horror and agony that were associated with the dying entertainers after a carnal exhibition of blood-letting in the arena. And this was the killing arena of all arenas.
They were in Rome, and these were the catacombs beneath the notorious death-dealing Coliseum. Zoda’s brood of gorgeous female slaves had been caged in these holding pens for two days, fed twice daily to keep them fit for their performances, their cages cleaned of their offal every night, and the terrifying sounds filling the cavernous spaces were nothing new to them.
During the past two days, they had seen the occasional parade of bizarrely costumed young bitches being herded up the broad arched tunnel to face their execution or to engage in violent brutal death sports and had watched the delectable ruined carcasses being dragged back down to the enormous disposal pit, to be covered in lime.
The screams were now echoing through the torch-lit subterranean tunnels that led down to the huge cavernous chamber of holding pens. The captive Princess Uterissa quickly determined that the horrified screaming and rumbling of the large wheels of heavily laden carts was getting closer, and she knew those with her were all her inferiors.
They were penned in the crowded holding cages that lined the walls of the sloping stone tunnel. Their only pattern to their lives was waiting for each meal to be delivered, and climbing the bars to get out of the way of the slaves assigned to clean their piles of shit and pools of piss that covered the cage floors. There was nothing else.
Although these caged females were now somewhat experienced at hearing the horrors of the carnage that raged in the upper oval, they could never get fully accustomed to the endless parade of pierced, ripped and eviscerated naked bodies of the beautiful young women and young girls that passed them each hour.
They knew from the progress of the advancing screams that there was another horrifying sight being brought down from the central arena of the Coliseum. The preliminary morning round of events had started a short time later, and Princess Uterissa and the others had seen the large group of female slaves go up to their deaths.
They were to property of another slaver, far inferior to those owned by the mighty Zoda, being taken up out of the catacombs to perform. There were three athletic and muscular black women and more than a score of beautiful small black girls. Their naked skin gleamed with the oils that had been administered to make them more attractive.
There were also half a dozen slender-skinned naked teenage Egyptian girls, with their sleek black hair tightly braided, and the long braids wrapped tightly around their heads, holding in place long deer antlers. Stuffed into each anus was a plug-mounted deer tail, and on their hands and feet they wore hoofed boots and gloves.
The three black women had their large breasts bound tightly at the base with wet leather thongs so that they bulged obscenely, and as the leather dried and shrunk, they were mercilessly squeezed. The steady increasing pressure confined the base of their large breasts so hard that the tortured boobs swelled up into outlandish orbs.
The nipples swelled and firmed, major veins stood up in dark angry ridges, and many of the tortured breasts looked like they were ready to burst from the incredible strain. The pressure was such that their tits were leaking milk from the nipples. Lactating tits were popular in Rome, and this slaver had his girls spurting for the audience.
This was a popular breast display technique among show slavers to make the women’s tortured mammaries appear to be larger and grossly obscene from the far seats of the stands. Zoda would not use breast binding for this purpose, because he selected slaves that had naturally large, firm breasts, of the kind that needed no assistance to appear impressive.
They already were. The three gorgeous blacks also wore glistening gold chains around their waists, wrists and ankles. Gold chains also linked the rings pierced into their pink inner labia to the rings through their swollen pierced dribbling nipples, and on up to gold rings in their flared noses. Anything striking these chains would tug their noses and cunts.
Gold was the metal that was most commonly used for ornamentation of the slaves in the Coliseum. The expensive metal would be recycled from slave to slave, to be torn off the women’s ruined carcasses before they were disposed of. The gold would then be refashioned into new exotic bindings and piercing decorations for other female slaves.
They were all going to give their young lives for the entertainment of the crowds in the Coliseum, as were the group now headed up the sloping passageway. The black women carried tridents, and Princess Uterissa could see that the points had been filed to sharp points. These were extremely vicious weapons.
The hoard of black children was stark naked and carried long sharp daggers. These pretty little African girls carried their lethal weapons in a manner that said they had been well-trained to use them. These slaves passing by the holding pens were part of the day’s preliminary entertainments.
Princess Uterissa knew they were in some way inferior to Zoda’s contingent, although they were very beautiful. She knew they must be sub-standard because only imperfect girls would be wasted on half-empty stands, to shed their blood and squander their lives for the lower-class people who occupied the cheap seats.
Most of the wealthy patrons were still lounging in the sexual bazaar laid out under the stands, drinking wine and paying to enter private booths to watch young prostitutes being whipped, tortured with incredible piercings, or brutally fucked to death by the large trained animal of the patron’s choice.
Roman women were particularly attracted to this latter form of violent sexual entertainment, and Rome was full of private zoos, in which hundreds of varieties of exotic wild beasts were trained on older or unattractive slave women to perform terminal copulation, where they would be fucked to death.
There were even booths in which novices could torture and kill pretty young victims for a price, while still others paid to watch. This entertainment kept the wealthy occupied until the main attraction when they would move up into the stands when the feature acts were to perform. Today Zoda’s slaves were the feature performers.
Now Princess Uterissa and the other slaves in the nearby cells saw the reason for the bedlam of screaming they were hearing approaching them. Most of it had diminished to the level of low moans as the horrific contingent neared them. They could now hear the details of footsteps and the creaking of equipment and swinging chains.
A large flat cart was being pulled down the long sloping stone hallway by Nubian slaves. On the cart lay the quivering remains of the ripped and disembowelled white teenaged Egyptian deer-girls. Their torn nude bodies were piled in a heap on the cart, their lean legs akimbo, their young breasts and bellies slashed.
Their guts were dangling from open wounds, and their faces were frozen in horror, their wide eyes staring in terror into space. Although many of the girls were dead a few were visibly still alive. A small arch of piss dribbled from a young girl’s torn cunt, providing a hint of humor to the morbid horrific scene.
It was clear to the watching slaves the two still alive and moaning would not last long, because both of the beautiful young bitches were completely eviscerated, and were bleeding profusely. There was no question that this group of supple teenage girls had given their all to provide spectacular entertainment during their brief but dynamic appearance in the infamous Roman Coliseum.
There were no signs of any of the beautifully violated bodies of the deep clean puncture wounds from the tridents or knives they had seen being taken up earlier, so obviously these girls had not been killed by the black women or children. Instead, their marvelous and sensuous bodies were viciously torn and ripped open, apparently by large fangs.
These shapely young bitches had been wantonly ravaged by large carnivorous animals, probably cats such as cheetahs, lions and leopards, by the looks of their massive and specific wounds. The wild animals had gone directly for the pretty little bitches’ breasts, round buttocks and tight tummies, easily ripping their tender female flesh wide open.
Curiously, their painted little naked cuntlets had not been touched. Princess Uterissa’s father had often used lions and tigers on women, and she recognized this was what they usually looked like afterwards. The young Royal Princess felt a knot in her gut and a tingle in her erect clit as she started to experience an orgasm from the sight.
Like her father, she also noticed that the master of this event had used trained killer cats rather than starved ravenous beasts because apart from the succulent organs, few of these pretty little girls had been eaten. It pleased her to know that for their opening acts, there was raw brutal slaughter of these lusty young females.
It was likely that as the day progressed, the violence would increase, as, hopefully, would the imagination of the men who devised the entertaining carnage. Several minutes later the wooden cart was taken back up, now empty, but its flat palate was smeared with the blood and gore of the dead white slave girls.
The naked black men pulling the cart were straining to get back quickly, to be ready for another load of ripped and damaged bitch carcasses. The caged slaves were in a frenzy of either fear or blood-lust, all of them either hysterical or quivering in anticipation. The raw reality of their situation had sunk in, and like the Royal Princess, they were all experiencing orgasm.
They were in the Roman Coliseum and were to receive the honor of dying for the entertainment of real Roman citizens. Many thousands of Romans and their visitors from across the world would witness the total degradation and debauchment that took place on the blood-covered sands in the arena.
Rome was the absolute center of the world, everyone knew that, and the Coliseum was the heart of Rome. These merciless bitch killings sports were the pulse of that heart! The sands were stained with the blood spilt over the centuries of naked young females, many of who had yet to enter puberty. It was the most exciting kind of sexually satisfying entertainment imaginable.
As the caged slaves in the catacombs babbled in excitement, the horrific cart returned, now bearing the carcasses of the blacks, both the women and children. They had fought each other, the three women against the hoard of naked little girls. Most of them, including the three women, were severely slashed and gutted.
Three of the naked little girls had been stuck right through with the long-bladed tridents, and several others were fatally wounded by the three-pointed spears. Another of the dead children had taken the thick handle of a trident spear up her little ass and had been completely impaled, with the end of the handle sticking out of her mouth.
One pretty little girl was standing on the heap of dead and near-dead carcasses. She was grinning from ear to ear and waved her small fists in victory. In those small fists was her weapon, a trident that was dripping blood of the women she had faced, with chunks of black and pink flesh caught in the barbs.
Her little belly had also been slashed and her pink and white intestines dangled out to mingle with those of the butchered little black girls and women she stood upon. Like all the others, her fate was sealed. This pretty little black girl had done her best and had somehow survived her horrible tummy-ripping.
It was of course all for nothing because now she would be mercilessly dumped with the carcasses of the others into the deep pit at the lower end of the tunnel, then covered with lye to die an exceptionally horrible death. In the meantime, the naked child was experiencing her brief and fleeting moment of victory.
Princess Uterissa realized, even though she was a royal Princess, that the carcass pit was where she was likely to end up before this incredible day was over. She had no idea what would be the nature of the amusement she and the others of Zoda’s slaves would partake in up in the arena, but it was clear that the outcome of the diversion could be nothing short of death for all of them.
With that sudden realization came a growing knot in her stomach, that flared out across her belly to her breasts and down across her pubic mound to her vagina. It was anxiety that was tinged with the fire of excitement. There was no longer any chance of turning back, so the road ahead was all they had to look forward to.
The unknown excitement of experiencing a spectacular violent death was the ultimate for any slave. Now all Zoda’s caged slaves were screaming with hysterical excitement. They had arrived. This was what everything in their young lives was built toward! Their exciting young lives were about to climax!
Knowing they were all going to die a violent death before the crazed, hysterical crowd in the incredible sport, they all experienced a group orgasm. They would be butchered for the greater glory of Rome, brutalized naked and screaming, as naked entertainers on the most degenerate games the world had ever known, in the fabulous Roman Coliseum!
THE END OF CHAPTER NINE