Meghensa's father had recognized her value as personal property as early as her second birthday. She was an outstandingly attractive child, and had been treated as special for as long as she could remember, with personal slaves and teachers to take care of her every need. Her father was a wealthy slave merchant, and could afford the luxuries she quickly came to expect. He had plans for this little girl once she reached puberty that even excited her mother.
She was an incredibly beautiful child, with fine chiselled features, perfection of form and naturally graceful movement. She had natural athletic abilities, and had been tutored in the Greek art of gymnastics, Arabic contortion art and in Persian erotic dance from the age of three. She was an excellent student, and her years of training had produced the most provocative child imaginable. Her father's wish for her was that she become a concubine in the courts of Caesar.
Her long glowing golden hair was combed daily, and carefully braided by slaves each morning. She played in the courtyard and in the house naked, displayed to passers by and to his guests as one of his most prized possessions. Only his most honored guests were allowed to kiss her delicate sex organ, and none was given the pleasure of opening her sex-flower. Her greatest value in his plans for her was her virginity.
Her father wanted his beautiful female child to be used to the most in luxury, and had allowed her to be toilet trained with a black IBS slave. That was the name given to slaves who performed immaculate body service by collecting human excrement directly from the source into their mouths and swallowing it. She had one of these dedicated IBS slaves at her side constantly as she grew, and knew of no other way to evacuate. Like other girls being prepared as concubines, she had been trained in bladder and bowel control, and was able to produce her liquid and solid excrement into her slave's mouth at will.
Her IBS slaves had brief careers, as most of them became ill within a few months, and required disposal. When that happened, the slave was sent for a short ride on a long cruise. It was a form of entertainment for slaves no longer wanted to be manacled, and then thrown into the water, to slowly sink in a stream of bubbles. Sometimes they were gutted alive first, and fed to large predatory fish that followed the ship, waiting for such handouts. It was a way of making the most of a female slave that was not long for this world by speeding her on her way. It also provided a welcome diversion for passengers weary of travel.
Because of his prominent position of wealth, Meg's father always had a fresh and well-trained slave ready to take the place of the on sent for disposal. She quickly grew to love the feel of a warm moist mouth over her little vagina, sucking desperately to encourage or pressed against her rectum, with a demanding tongue pressing, probing and pulsing against her to encourage evacuation. For the first few years, her IBS slaves were adult women or teenage girls, but as she grew and learned responsibility, he gave her girls her own age to service her bodily needs.
It was good training in the arts of mastery to have control over the slaves assigned to her. Each birthday Meg was given a larger and more lethal whip to use in her fun with her slaves. They were totally subservient, as her father gave her only slaves that were perfectly trained, but it was important for her to get used to the enjoyment of bringing suffering to others. Dominance and brutality was the Roman way, and it would bring her enjoyment throughout her life. She enjoyed using her whips, and gained remarkable skills with them.
Meg had lived the first seven years of her life on a Greek island, which lay on major trading routes. Her father owned the small island, which provided excellent security for his business. He had a first class unit of guards, and in all the years of trading, he had lost less than a hundred cunts to raiding pirates. The island was ideally suited to his business. It had a high rock on which he had built his fortified holding pens, and it had a natural harbor for the trading ships that came, loaded with slaves or with empty holds, ready to carry away the slaves he sold on the block.
The island was a perfect place to keep the hundreds of slaves he put on the block monthly. He specialized in females, and had an extensive training school for concubines which was recognized to be one of the best in the world. His slaves became the top performers in harems and seraglios in many nations. Graduates of his training program were reputed to be able to make a man ejaculate just by the way they walked.
The trade and his reputation for quality stock had been so good that he was able to move his family and his business home to Rome. Meg was now twelve, and the beginnings of little breasts were starting to bud on her flat chest. In every other respect she had a fine figure, and perfect skin, which was rubbed every day with the finest of oils. Her father was preparing her to make him very wealthy, when she would become a concubine of Caesar.
From the time she was eight, Meg was given lessons in the arts of love and dance, and she had become a remarkably lusty student. She continued her daily lessons in gymnastics, contortion which were, like her erotic dancing, done in the nude. These additional arts were required of the best dancers, who were under constant demand to find new ways to generate erotic stimulation for the audience with their rhythmic posturing. Meg could make a man's penis rise with her licentious movements before she turned nine, and her father often gave her the chance to demonstrate her skills when he was entertaining wealthy slave buyers. He had turned down many offers for her, and for the chance to deprive her of her virginity. She was a family prize, and with every day of maturing, the beautiful young creature's worth rose.
For the past five years Meg's father had taken to gambling, and had slowly begun to lose his standing in the community because of his sizeable losses, which diminished his fortune. Just a week after her twelfth birthday, little Meghensa's father came home in the middle of the night with a stranger.
They entered the house quietly so that they would not disturb the slaves, or awaken Meg's mother. They went directly to Meg's room, entered, and softly awakened her. Her father stood her up on her bed, and slipped off her night dress. As she stood naked before the stranger, the man fondled her, pressed her slender thighs apart, and slid his finger into her little fold to ensure that she was a virgin, as her father had promised. It was rare that girls grew to this age in Rome with their virginity intact. It made her a prize worth winning.
The man's servant bundled Meg and her pretty little black IBS slave in the sheets from her bed, tucked one girl under each arm, and they left. Her father had wagered his prized daughter, and had lost. Now he had made good on his debt, and his precious little daughter Meghensa went the way of many females of wealthy families, and was relegated to the extremely dangerous life of a slave.
Water trickled down the wall, spreading in tiny rivulets that provided needed moisture to the plants that grew along the base, rising up to cover the damp stone wall. It gave the courtyard a cool feeling, welcomed in the heat of Summer. Meg's new owner was a wealthy produce merchant, serving an area that housed the more affluent and powerful people. It was in the South of Rome, away from the ghetto and peasant regions of the diverse sprawling city at the center of the world.. The spacious courtyard was filled with tables bearing fresh vegetables, exotic fruits and fresh-cut flowers. It was large enough to comfortably accommodate fifty shoppers, and it was usually full.
Meghensa was easily the most beautiful child in the district, and she sat naked on a red velvet pillow in a golden cage, like a pet bird. Her cage was suspended inside the gateway to the courtyard, making her an attraction for shoppers. Men came in and stared at her with envy. Women reached into the bars to fondle her genitals as they would fresh fruit.
Every day her owner turned down impressive offers to buy her. She was a symbol of his wealth, and he displayed her proudly. He had fitted her with her own gold collar, a beautiful engraved piece that fit snugly and permanently around her slender neck. The collar was crafted with four stout gold fastening rings, one in front, one in back, and one on either side, so that it clearly identified the beautiful girl as a slave.
She was a cooperative child by nature. She had often watched the extensive sexual training sessions at her father's school for slaves, and knew how to make the most of her nakedness. She postured and contorted her lithe body in the confining bird cage, pulling open and displaying the naturally sealed inner pinkness her sex organ to passers-by. Meg had a pretty little cunt, and had learned, under her father's patient guidance, to make it wink, which drew admiring stares from her appreciative audience. Little boys pulled out their small penises and jerked on them while making rude gestures at her, but their mothers grabbed them by the ear, telling them they were too young for such silly games.
The audience was particularly interested when her cage was opened to allow her to feed her IBS slave. The black girl, who had just sprouted an impressive set of firm and pointed round titties, was chained beneath the elevated cage. A chain was linked to Meg's collar, and she was lifted down to the ground as people gathered around to see the trick, usually seen only with the concubines in Caesar's court.
Meg spread her slender legs and leaned back, offering her little cunt, if she wanted to piss. She kept her knees together and leaned forward when she was ready for a bowel movement. In either case, the slave girl moved quickly into position with her mouth open and ready, knowing the dire consequences if she failed in her duty. She also knew the importance of displaying her own genitals as she performed her single skill, collecting and swallowing the warm liquid or solid offal as it emerged from the lower portals of the beautiful white slave girl she served.
The well trained daughter of the once-influential slaver had learned to hold a stool half emerged, and trained her IBS slave to suck on the offering like a candy stick when others were watching. When the moist stink-log was slick from her saliva, she would bite it off, then chew and swallow it before Meg could drop the portion still squeezed in her sphincter. It was a game the two played well, and the people were always amazed at the control of the white slave girl over her personal black IBS slave. Men often came to the market just to watch beautiful little slave girl's toilet time, and they ejaculated in their robes at the sight of the two with their outrageous demonstration.
There was always another slave on display, also suspended above the ground, but in quite a different manner. Each of these girls, changed several times a day, would hang by a rope tied tightly around one of her breasts. She was supported only by the rope around her tortured tit. Her wrists were bound behind her back, and people took particular interest in her, feeling the roundness of her buttocks and the firmness of her thighs.
The ceiling hook from which these mature girls were breast-hanged was positioned beside a stone stairway that led under the floor of the courtyard. From time to time a customer would call on Meg's owner. He would have the dangling girl lowered, and she would be taken with the customer down the stairs. A few moments later the male slave that had helped the customer with the girl would come back upstairs, leading another shapely slave girl who, like the girl before her, would be raised to hang as her predecessor had, by one bound breast.
Meg, in her innocence, assumed there was a brothel below the courtyard. With that assumption, she was always confused at the look of horror, dread, then resignation on the face of the girls taken below. She would have thought the girls, even though painfully suspended in public by a breast, would look forward to the opportunity to put into practice the extensive sexual prowess she assumed all beautiful female slaves received.
It was not long before she discovered for herself that these girls were not taken down below to be fucked. What she discovered proved to be much more shocking. One day she was taken into the master's kitchen, where several other young slave girls were assembled. None of them had attained the state of puberty, and although the group was of mixed races, all were of quality stock. They had been born and raised free, and had recently been sold or, like Meg, claimed as debts into slavery.
The girls were given strange slippers with steep wedge-shaped soles, that raised their heels dramatically, and made them stand much taller. The exotic slippers also changed their posture, and made the young naked girls appear to be more mature. That erotic change to their posture was one those who saw them wanted to emulate in their own slaves. The most marked difference was to the shape of their shapely legs and the unusual forced arch to their feet. It looked as if they were all continuously standing on their tiptoes. They took a few moments to get used to the strange feel of the slippers, but once they were comfortable in them, they seemed to walk with more authority.
All of the girls were made to kneel in a row along the edge of a bench, presenting their spread buttocks. A nozzle from an overhead water bladder was inserted deep into their colons, and their intestines were flushed clean. Male slaves moved behind them with tubs, collecting the dirty spray they produced. After the fourth filling with the warm water, the liquid was returned as clean as it had gone in. Then long strings of thick cooked sausages were thrust into them through their rectums, stuffing their guts with the spiced cooked meats. It was very uncomfortable, and the spices stung severely, but Meg knew better than to complain. She and the other girls had their collars chained together so that they stood in a line, under the control of a male slave with a stiff crop. The girls wanted to give him no reason to use it on their naked flesh.
She saw teenage girls having their bladders flushed and then filled with wine, and she realized that they were about to feed people appetizers at a party. She had seen this kind of diversion at her father's home more than once, and had found it amusing to watch. She had never dreamed that one day soon she would be a slave girl, feeding someone other than her IBS slave from her lower portals.
The worst part of all was waiting. After having her gut filled with the spiced sausages, Meg wanted more than anything to evacuate. Her IBS slave was chained to the wall, out of her reach.
At first she felt as if her whole lower body would split, but after several moments, the discomfort became manageable. Before she produced the food from her anus, she knew they would all have to dance for the guests. Her speculation proved to be right.
The wooden soles of their bizarre slippers clacked loudly on the stone steps as they went down a passage from the kitchen to the large subterranean room. What Meg saw amazed her. It was, as she imagined, a party atmosphere, but business was being done. Luscious white slave women were chained by their collars in rows to overhead ceiling beams. Their chains were drawn so tight that they were all forced to stand up on tiptoe, straining their legs beautifully to support themselves.
Customers moved along the rows, feeling and inspecting the voluptuous slave girls as if they were selecting choice animals for slaughter. What Meg found most unsettling was the large wooden bloodstained butchers' block in the middle of the large room. Hanging by hooks from sides of the block were several large cleavers and butcher's saws. She had often visited her father's kitchen to watch game being butchered for the evening meal, and this was exactly the kind of block they used.
The customers were pleased to see the young slave girls enter, and watched as a flute and drum were played, which provided melody and rhythm for the girls' nude erotic dance. Meg found it surprisingly easy to dance in the wedge-soled slippers. She thrust her hips, spread her knees, rising up on her toes, and rotated her crotch forward, presenting her pretty cunt. She raised a bent knee to the side, lifting it as high as possible. Then she arched her back, and with a pressing action, forced the end of one of the sausages out of her anus. In this position, balanced on tiptoe, she writhed and squirmed erotically, sliding the sausage in and out of her little back hole as easily as a prostitute would dart her rolled tongue rudely between her lips.
She was spectacular, easily outperforming the other trained sex-dancers. It was not that the others were not erotic or stimulating in their lewd and sexually explicit movements. They were all well trained and experienced dancers.
It was that young Meg had the benefit of having attended the best school, her father's, where she was being prepared to entertain none less than the mighty Caesar. She had been a free girl, who wanted to learn, and her teachers had spent more time with her than with any of the others. She had learned the most bizarre and wanton tricks of all, and had mastered them.
The row of naked dancing girls were very popular in their unusual steep-wedged slippers. The customers were entertained by them then followed the young slave girls as they climbed up onto a low bench, and presented their bare buttocks.
By this time, a thick sausage stuck out between each pair of slender spread buttocks. As they had all been instructed to do in the kitchen, the young girls had all shit the tubular meat rolls part way out, to impudently present them to the many paying customers.
Eager mouths quickly covered the protruding brown spiced sausages, and the customers took turns nibbling on the tasty treats from the colons of these erotic virgins. The teenagers came in as they were sampling the unusually served meat, and they did a dance that included spurting tiny sprays of the crimson wine from their cunts. Several of the excited customers moved over to the teenagers to enjoy the wine from the unusual human vessels.
The slave master instructed the slave girls who had no customers feeding from them to continue to dance. The music continued, and the slave girls performed as the customers went back to their inspection of the stretched women. From time to time a customer would return for a snack, or a new customer would enter. The girls were well supplied with the sausages and wine, and would pause in their dance to service a hungry or thirsty client, then resume the erotic movements to the wild rhythms and soaring melodies provided by the two musicians.
At the far end of the room was the stone stairway that led up into the central courtyard. Meg watched as a male slave led one of the beautiful young women down the stairway, followed by a customer. Meg could see that one of the girl's full breasts was red around the base, and suddenly realized that she had been hanging by that breast up in the courtyard. Meg wondered where the woman customer would take her to have her way with her.
Two male slaves seized the girl, and lifting her, laid her on her back, legs spread, on the top of the large butcher block. Meg watched in horror as a butcher wearing a large bloodstained white apron appeared, took a large knife from the side of the block, and deftly plunged it into the top of the naked girl's belly, at the base of her rib cage. The beautiful victim was too shocked to scream as the butcher drew the blade down, through her navel, cutting her open right down to the mat of her pubic hair.
The men holding her lifted the ripped girl into a sitting position, and the butcher skilfully removed her viscera, gutting her alive. Her tangle of guts slid out of her opened abdomen and dropped neatly into the tub on the floor. The butcher cut them from her, leaving only her vital organs intact for the moment, and the slave men laid her once more onto her back. They had gutted, not killed her, and there was much more for her to endure before they were finished with her. She was still fully capable of screaming, and she did so at the top of her lungs as she realized the true extent of what her merciless masters were doing to her. She was a living piece of meat, and the first half of her definition was soon to be wrong. She was helpless to stop them from killing her.
Meghensa was shocked at how calmly the cruel and heartless evisceration of the woman had gone, and at how accepting the other slave girls and the customers were to this kind of incredible inhuman violence. She had led a sheltered life. Her father had protected her from the extreme forms of harsh sexually violent entertainments that had become commonplace in the great city of Rome, and throughout the Empire.
She had never been exposed to the kind of carnage she was now witnessing. Her father had never let her be present when he entertained his special guests by savagely taking the innocent life of a pretty young slave girl. As common as this kind of event was in Rome, she had never in her wildest dreams imagined to what degree a person could be treated as an object to satisfy carnal lust.
The slave master's whip came up between Meghensa's legs and smashed into her cunt, stinging the virgin organ severely. She had stopped moving at the sight of the gutting of the live girl. Although the guests were too interested in watching the inhuman disembowelment of the voluptuous girl to notice Meg at the time, it was important that her full attention be on her seductive performance, no matter what else was happening.
Even at the tender age of twelve, Meg understood this, and although she screamed at the violent lash of the brutal whip against her tender sex organ, she resumed her licentious performance. The sting in her groin and on the delicate lips of her organ persisted as she danced her obscene dance, free-form. She had been clearly reminded of her new place, station and purpose in life. She existed only to please her masters, and she now understood that they found only her total debasement to be pleasing.
Meghensa realized with remorse that she was no longer a person, allowed the freedom to be curious, shocked or sickened. She was now simply an object, another sexual being, existing only to be used and abused. Meg realized in that moment that eventually they might even decide do dispose of her. She did not know any old slaves. They simply disappeared when they were no longer needed, and she knew little of their disposition. Her father had always taken care of that.
She had thought he sold all of the slaves, but now she had other thoughts, too terrible for a twelve-year-old to contemplate. She realized with a chill that it was much more likely that when slaves disappeared, it was because they were killed. She had seen her father's slave master torture young women to make an example of them, and she had heard slave children say that sometimes the torture led to death, but she thought the stories were fantasy.
Clearly this beautiful slave-woman on the butcher block was not going to live long, with all of her entrails cut out and heaped in that big bucket. The woman customer selected the cuts she wanted, and the butcher went to work. The design here was to butcher the girls first, and slaughter them in the later stages of the butchery. That way the customer got the maximum enjoyment from the degenerate process. How they died seemed to Meg to be as important as how well they were cut as meat. This was an insane reality for a twelve year old girl to grasp, but Meg was getting the picture.
One of the helpers held the slave girl's right leg against the butcher block with the knee bent, and the mighty cleaver dropped in a terrible arc. There was a sickening sound, and the gutted girl's shapely foot flew to the floor, cleanly severed.
The slaves who were new to human butchery, including Meg, screamed; the others watched dispassionately. It was not them on the bloody butcher block. The experienced ones knew that this was just part of the natural life cycle of a slave, and they saved their screams for themselves.
The cruel cleaver dropped in a rapid series of expert blows, and the girl's lower leg became a dozen inch-thick steaks, bone in.
Meg watched in disbelieve as the woman customer selected how she wanted each part of the unfortunate slave girl prepared, and the butcher with the mighty cleaver hacked at the beautiful living human carcass.
He removed a succulent whole breast roast; sliced bacon from the girl's belly, cut intact a fabulous fillet of cunt, produced a baron of hip roast, anus attached; cut small chops from one arm and removed the other arm intact; cut out her long and tender tongue; and then removed her edible organs, which finally killed her.
Meg was startled at how much of the devastating butchery the girl had survived and experienced. The butcher was a true master of his trade. He completed his work by removing her head. One side was hung on a hook like a side of beef, with the breast and hip still attached, while the other side, from which the breast and hip had been removed, was cut into a rack of ribs, back roasts, and a shoulder roast.
With a flash of insight, Meg recognized the whole picture: this was not an isolated entertainment. Upstairs in the open courtyard was the vegetable and produce market, while this was the meat market! It was out of the general public view only for proprietary reasons. There was no effort to mask what went on down here. The reverse of the stairs and the wall arrangement served to contain the screams of the young ladies as they were being butchered.
Some of the girls, as this one was, were displayed hanging by their tits up in the courtyard for all to see. Only customers wishing to purchase a meat-quality girl and supervise her butchery came down the stairs. Meg discovered this when she was required to remain and dance all through the long day. Girl after girl was selected from those strung up in rows, or from the advertised specials hung in the courtyard, and was butchered and then slaughtered, to the customer's requirements.
During the day Meg watched more than a dozen girls being eviscerated and cut up alive. It was incredible. Two teenage male slaves carried the tubs of viscera out for disposal, cleaned them, then brought them back to be refilled. Twice Meg was taken back to the kitchen to have her anus refilled with the steaming hot sausage.
It was when she returned to the meat market the second time to dance that she heard her owner tell a customer that the sausages the girls were serving from their rectums were made from the meat of a woman slaughtered on the butcher block the day before. This was so shocking that she inadvertently shit out three of the fat sausages in her colon. She earned a rapid flurry of sharp cracks of the whip to her buttocks and cunt for her loss of control.
She resumed her obscene dance, and the butchery of beautiful young women selected as meat continued. Several of the girls were selected from the stock strung up in the large meat market, and two others were brought down from being on display in the vegetable area in the courtyard upstairs. These girls were placed and held on the butcher block in front of the buyer, and while the strong male slaves held them, the butcher did his work, reducing the beautiful young women to attractive cuts of meat.
Twice debauched older people, one a man and the other a woman, commanded her to urinate into their mouths. They preferred the essence of young girls to the real wine served from the bladders of the teenagers. Meg was not only used to pissing into the mouth of an eager recipient; she had never know any other way to evacuate. What she found exciting and daring was peeing into the mouths of aristocrats.
The customers at this establishment were the wealthiest in Rome. The use of females as meat was restricted to the very wealthy, as not only was it incredibly expensive, but was also technically illegal. Slaves could only be legally killed for disobedience. Eating human flesh was banned throughout the Empire simply to make the act more interesting. Here in Rome, using select women as meat was a common practice among the wealthy and powerful. Markets such as this one were never visited by the law enforcement authorities while on duty; judges and senior army officers were among the clients.
Something happened later in the afternoon that made Meg feel suddenly very vulnerable. Three people offered to buy her; two of them wanted her butchered in front of them for her meat! Her owner set her price far too high, as he had other plans for her, but she shook with fear when he gave in and sold one of the other young dancers, a beautiful ten-year-old, for meat.
The youngster was an aggressive sex dancer, with more raw talent than training. She had been mimicking Meg's better moves, and repeating them as new customers came into the lower meat market.
Like the women with their full breasts, the selected child was disembowelled alive, and cut up to meet the wealthy customer's specifications. Her legs were cut off half way up her thighs, and she was cut in half at the waist with a saw, from her lower belly to the middle of her back. This produced a double hip roast, which featured her virgin cuntlet when it was set with her ass propped in the air. That incredible job of butchery capped a remarkable day in Meg's new life as a slave.
Young Meghensa knew that one day she would have to give up her virginity, but she did not know what that entailed. She knew about sexual intercourse, as she had often watched the mating dances done in the training school. She knew that the women enjoyed it, because the whips were not needed to encourage them to dance with the long stout penises of the male dancers deeply embedded in their vaginas or anuses, or both.
The girls in their early teens seemed to like the vaginal insertion more than having their anuses stuffed, and Meg understood that, having endured the woman-meat sausages thrust into her up her bum. That had hurt, and she had yelled, but she had taken the thick sausages into herself, as required. The young female slaves also danced more dramatically with vaginal rather than anal entry, so she believed that dancing while impaled through the vagina was a source of pleasure for females.
The older teenagers, and even some older women over eighteen who had been sold into slavery and were being trained as sex-dancers, did not seem to mind the anal intercourse while they danced. As slaves, they were always under total control, and had no sexual activity except at the pleasure of their masters. It was a treat for them to have access to men, and they soon got over the embarrassment of being sexually used in public.
Humiliation was only a factor for females who had once been free. Those born as slaves had never had any other experience, and did not know humiliation or shame. They had always been treated as sexual objects, so that what new slaves found debasing, they found perfectly normal. Rome was highly civilized, and had developed a far broader use for people than any society before or since. Romans understood the value of beautiful slaves, and knew how to get the most enjoyment possible from them.
Meg danced at the deflowering of Lillithee, and knew from the girl's reaction that it was a difficult and painful process. Much of the discomfort was in the design, as it was clearly intended to hurt her. It was at a morning gathering of friends of the wife of Meg's master. Meg had befriended Lillithee, who was her age. She was a pretty girl, one of four sisters. Meg's owner had envied the girls, and had forced their father into debt, so that he could buy the girls as his slaves. Only one of them, the oldest, was to become meat in his remarkable market. The others, like Meg, were far too talented to be killed so young.
Meg's new master was a wealthy merchant, and his house stood on a prominent hill, with an excellent view. The women gathered on the garden terrace overlooking much of the city, to drink tea and be entertained before going to the public baths. The forced removal of Lillithee's hymen was the entertainment of the morning. Lillithee was to be trained to fornicate with hounds, and this made her available for deflowering, a sport the ladies favored nearly as much as the branding and castration of young boys.
A big black slave was used to conduct the operation on the young white slave girl. He was an older, experienced slave, with scars from unknown battles covering his muscular naked body. His penis had lost its head to a sword in the Coliseum, but the organ was still impressive in length as well in thickness. It was clear from the beginning that little Lillithee's tiny vagina was going to be stretched to the limit on the impressive impaling shaft.
Eight naked nymphs aged from ten to twelve danced for the gathered ladies. The slavemaster had carefully painted the rim of each little girl's vagina lips with a bright pink pigment, to make the children's pouting sex organs easily visible. The talented little girls displayed and tickled their painted sex organs with long stemmed roses.
Each of the dancing girls had been given a bouquet of the brilliant blossoms. Roses had been selected because of the contrast between their beautiful delicate petals and the sharp thorns in the flesh-petals of the young dancing girls' naked genitalia. Meg had done this flower dance often before, and was, like the other girls, expert at it. Although she was required to hurt herself, she was in control, and the hurting was uncomfortable but endurable.
One at a time, the naked young dancers dragged the long thorned stems across their delicate cuntlets, scratching the skin lightly at first, but increasing the pressure as the obscene dance progressed, until tiny drops of blood the color of the flowers stood on the crest of their pouting painted sex-lips. The women found the sight of the little girls purposefully hurting their own most sensitive places to be amusing. The young slave girls completed their dance by grasping the stem in their trained twats, with the flower on display. They held their hands over their heads, and stood in a large circle around the marble bench, where the deflowering would take place. The girls stood well apart, so they would not interfere with the view of the ladies who had come to witness the ceremony.
Lillithee was carried into the middle of the open ring of young dancers by the big male slave. He laid her on her back on the low marble bench to await her moment. Like her friends standing around her, Lillithee was stark naked. Like the cuntlets of the young dancers, her pronounced pubic mound was not yet producing curls, and the nakedness of her pretty little vagina was accentuated with the application of colored oils.
The twelve-year-old girl spread her legs, knowing she was always expected to display her sex organ. Tiny beads of sweat grew on her forehead, her upper lip, and on the raised mound of her sex.
She was quivering slightly, not sure what was to happen to her, but certain it would involve pain, for the pleasure of the women gathered to watch.
The big black slave was one of the few that was not a Eunuch. He had an organ that hung down over a large testicle sack, swinging as he walked. As the girl positioned herself, the organ began to rise, and it grew rapidly to an impressive size. Even with its head missing, the massive penis stood proud and threatening, with a slight curve upward. It was less bowed than those Meg had seen on the male sex dancers. It was also much more massive than she had ever seen before. The formidable size of this big black slave's penis was the likely reason he had been allowed to keep it.
The slave dropped to his knees between the girl's spread legs, which put his penis within range of her nervous little twat. He grasped her spread knees in both hands, then by gyrating his hips, ran the massive knurled end of his organ against her sex slit, picking up the moisture of her sweat and brushing it over the small vagina mouth. The child pursed her lips in fear, breathing rapidly through the small round opening of her lips as the probing penis roamed over her naked sex organ. She too had seen the sex dancers, and knew of fornication. It was a fearsome thought, that this monstrous organ would enter her, when she could not even get her own small finger into herself.
Even more frightening was that she would be lifted, impaled on this mighty shaft, with her whole weight suspended on her gripping organ, to dance with her feet off the floor, as the sex dancers did. That was all she knew of fornication.
Suddenly there was something more pressing for her to contemplate. The male slave tightened his grasp on her slender thighs, and with a steady thrusting action, pressed his hips forward. The nub of his decapitated penis pressed hard against her fat little vulva, mashing and then spreading the outer lips of her virgin cuntlet. The inner lips were pressed hard against the closed opening, then they too spread. Now there was only her hymen, a band of tightly stretched porous membrane that held him out of her. He persisted in the pressure, and she screamed at the pain.
The deflowering of virgins had become a favorite entertainment at social gatherings in Rome, and young Lillithee was providing her master's wife and friends with an enjoyable show. She squirmed and screamed, vainly attempting to twist away from the big black, who held her thighs in his firm grip. She beat at the marble bench with her clenched fists as he bucked his hips, increasing the pressure on her tiny vaginal seal with his turgid penis.
This slave's speciality was to rape virgins for his master, and he was highly skilled in his craft. Lillithee felt him pressing her legs further apart, painfully so, and at the same time increasing the force of his ramming flesh rod. The mighty shaft was beginning to rip her single defence, and she felt it tear as the mammoth shaft suddenly slid deep into her. She felt the pressure increase through her whole torso as the invading penis filled her, pressing firmly against the pad of her uterus.
As they had been instructed to do before the performance, the young dancing slave girls moved forward, tightening their ring, and spreading their knees, they all urinated on the girl as the big black slave fucked her. Meg positioned herself so that she could piss on Lillithee's face and into her screaming mouth.
The slavemaster was not in the least concerned about pregnancy; a pregnant girl was worth more for entertainment than one who was barren, and any issue was automatically the property of the girl's owner at the time she dropped the baby. At the rate slaves were being used up, particularly females, owners were taking every opportunity to impregnate their female stock. Nursing women, capable of producing milk from their breasts while being tortured, were of particular value.
The torture and abuse of pregnant girls was a popular sport, and over the past several decades, berthing combined with extreme sexual abuse had become a refined form of public entertainment. Caesar liked to have women crucified in the Coliseum as they were going into labor, so that they would drop their babies from high in the air before they died.
The ripely pregnant women on the crosses were raised high enough that when the sprog finally spurted out of their cunts, their umbilical cord would not reach the ground. When the dropping infant hit the end of the cord, the force of impact would usually jerk their inner womb right out of them. It was a spectacular show, but was always very messy. That was the reason crucifixion-berthing was always demonstrated and performed out in the open. The Coliseum, with its bloodstained sand floor, was the perfect place to stage such an event.
Now that Lillithee was no longer a virgin, she was not kept with the virgin dancers, and Meg saw little of her. She did see her first performance, because it was at a banquet at which Meg danced. A total Eunuch, with no penis or testicle sack, led the nude child in, crawling on her hands and knees. She wore a collar, and was brought in on a leash, like a pet animal. This was a common use for slave children, and some were raised from their earliest years as crawling pets, and never allowed to learn to walk upright. Meg had owned such a pet when she was eight, a little Egyptian girl, but it had died from the whipping she gave it when it made her angry. Meg seldom thought of the past; there were too many new things to experience and look forward to.
The master was entertaining several men and women travellers, and they all lounged on large down-filled satin pillows as naked slave girls, with skins bronzed from hours in the sun, fed them. Musicians played, and Meg and her several dancing friends danced an energetic and obscene dance, in which they impaled themselves through the anus with specially designed and constructed wooden flutes. The ball at the end of these special anal-flutes were pressed a full foot's depth into the pretty young dancing girls' colons, and they looked like polished and varnished wooden tails as the girls began their remarkable dance.
Only two of the profane young dancers had not had their colons flushed prior to the performance. These two moved over to a pair of guests who had made a special request. The guests grasped, and then pulled out the hollow flutes. The round head of the flutes made a delightful "pop" sound as they were pulled free from the grip of the young ladies' rectums. As expected, the instruments were smeared and packed with the girls' muck. The two daring guests put their tongues to the fouled instruments to sample the virgin offal, then used the dirtied flutes to spank the girls, marking their buttocks with dark excrement.
A pair of six-year-old slave girls brought forward moist perfumed towels and wiped clean the bums of the two offending dancing girls. They had been well struck, and angry red welts stood where the flutes had landed.
The little girls also cleaned the outside and the inside of the fouled flutes, which were then replaced deep in the young dancers' colons. All of the dancing slave girls had been fed a morning meal of day-old beans and corn bread to ensure ample gas production. They continued their dance with the short wooden tails protruding from between their buttocks, and they all soon began to pass gas. This expulsion of raw methane caused the instruments to whistle, making rude music on the specially designed anal-flutes.
The guests had before never seen these remarkable instruments, played so adroitly by the young dancing slaves, and they laughed at each unexpected toot of the flutes. The instruments all had a different tuning, so that as the young dancers farted through them, they all produced a different note, making it a musical event. The slavemaster's merciless whip danced among the dancing girls, stinging the buttocks, faces and pouting vaginas of the beautiful virgins.
Meg felt properly degraded by this obscene exhibition of her naked talents. Her face was red and flushed from the humiliation of what she was required to do. She knew more than ever that she was now a real slave, with no value beyond her willingness to do as she was bid by her owner and his slavemaster. It was excellent preparation for what lay in store for her. She was certain that when she matured she would at last become carrion for his incredible meat market. She was certain that when she grew breasts, it would be so that she could be hanged by them in the vegetable market, until someone selected her to be carved on that terrible butcher's block. She was a piece of living meat, entirely at the disposition of her master, who knew even better than her father the true value of female slaves.
Lillithee was being used, like the dancing girls, as preliminary entertainment. The male slave led her to the middle of the floor, where she suddenly stretched her arms forward, dropping the forward part of her young body to the floor, leaving her buttocks severely elevated. The male slave stepped forward, and stood on her wrists, painfully holding her in that highly compromising position.
A large male monkey was released into the hall, and the beast quickly climbed the drapes and swung around the hall above the diners by stout velvet ropes suspended as functional decorations. Most of the spectators had their penises out and were masturbating as the beast swung down to the crouching girl. On the monkey's hip was the visible brand in the shape of a human vulva, the sign that the animal was properly trained in the art of raping humans.
Meg had seen many examples of the craft of animal husbandry, in which animals had been specially bred to bring out extraordinary characteristics. She knew that through inbreeding and then selective crossbreeding, abnormalities could be predicted and developed. For hundreds of years animal breeders had supplied curiosities as pets, as well as for the side shows and sex circuses that thrived throughout the reaches of the Empire.
Of all the unusual examples of selective breeding she had seen, Meg had never imagined a beast like this monkey proved to be.
As it became aroused, she was startled to see that the beast had two penises, one above the other. The upper penis was longer and thinner than the lower organ, which was the size of a fully grown human's penis, but appeared to be thicker than most she had seen. As it moved around the girl with its tail raised, Meg saw that the remarkable animal appeared to have two swinging scrota, with each containing a large pair of gonads. It was the most amazing animal she had ever seen.
The monkey climbed over the pinned girl, fondling her genitals with one hand and stroking its own two penises with the other. Its long tail swung like a thick furry snake as it explored her, preparing itself for the bestial attack. The animal sat on Lillithee's lower legs, and began licking her anus and vulva with its long tongue, forcing and sliding the mouth-organ into both of her lower openings.
Lillithee quivered, but did not attempt to get up. She was well trained, and knew there was no escape for a slave girl. To run meant she would be instantly killed, or worse, released into the Coliseum to mauled and eaten alive by bears, lions or tigers. To survive this bestial rape today before this group of several wealthy masturbating men meant she could be raped again another day by another beast. She believed that was preferable to being ripped open and eaten alive for the entertainment of thousands of screaming Roman citizens.
The big monkey surprised her by climbing back up onto the overhead ropes. It settled directly overhead, and sat masturbating its twin cocks with both fists, using its gripping feet and long tail to keep its position secure. Then suddenly it swooped down, and in seconds had its long upper cock wedged into her saliva-moistened rectum. It humped its hips with a violent motion, driving the firm flesh shaft deeper into her colon, until the stout lower penis came into contact with Lillithee's little cuntlet.
The marvellously endowed monkey pressed its hips forward, mashing the head of the lower penis into her vulva, until the little female organ gave way, and admitted entry to the animal's second dong. Several hammering thrusts drove the pair of organs into her their full length, and ensured she was fully impaled on the remarkable twin shafts. He was in, so the slave stepped off her wrists, to allow young Lillithee to respond to the monstrous bestial rape.
The monkey moved with amazing power, humping its hips against those of the girl beneath him. He was pushing the limits of the girl's ability to accommodate him, and was painfully forcing those limits. She had been trained only with smaller animals, to ensure that this experience would be excessive in every way. The amazing primate fucked into her to the bizarre music of the anal-flutes provided by the farting dancing girls.
The beautiful young victim of the bestial rape reared up and struggled, as she had been taught to do. The monkey's large twin sex organs were so well seated inside her that there was no possibility of her slipping off the pounding shafts. Suddenly she screamed, as the large ball at the base of each penis swelled up inside her, locking both of her fuck-holes to the runting shafts of her bestial rapist.
She somehow struggled to her feet, and stood with the monkey on her back. The beast pawed at the young girl's flat chest, where it expected to find breasts. The animal had been trained on real women, not on young girls, and it was surprised that there were no soft mammaries to cling to and maul. Instead the monkey reached its long arms up and locked its fingers together behind her head. This powerful hold held her arms out to the side of her, and forced her head forward so severely that it appeared the strong animal might break her neck.
She was forced to face the floor as she stood, knees bent, struggling to maintain her balance as the monkey humped rapidly into her, fucking both portals with its amazing organs. The anal-flutes in the butts of the farting young dancers tooted as the entertaining rape progressed, and the tempo increased as the double-endowed monkey redoubled its efforts. Masturbating men throughout the dining hall ejaculated as the girl-raping monkey reached orgasm and pumped its jism into the colon and vagina of the trained young slave girl.
When at last the beast drew its remarkable organs out of the girl, it surprised the dancing girls when it continued with the perverted performance. Instead of swinging up onto the cords provided for it, the animal did as it had been trained to do: it doubled its fists and went to work on the young girl, battering her with powerful blows. The animal beat her to submission, until she was lying belly up on the floor, covering her head with her arms.
The monkey straddled her tummy, its twin penises thrusting into the air, still dribbling its spunk. While it sat on her, it continued the terrible beating, encouraged by the audience. The terrible pounding continued until the girl was beaten unconscious. Her twin fun-holes, fully exposed between her spread legs, had pursed outward with each blow of the monkeys fists, and after she passed out, they dribbled great gobs of monkey-cum. There was also blood in the fluid that trickled from her holes. Her assignments were not to be envied.
Meg looked at the young girl's battered bleeding face, and was glad she had not been selected for training to mate with animals. There were much worse duties given to young slave girls, but animal sexmate was frightening. Meg's life was difficult enough, without having to endure the humility of being brutalized by animals, still wild, trained to fuck girls, and then to do them harm. That was the only positive thing about her life as a slave. Everything now was so horrible she did not know if she could endure it. But endure she must.
Meg dreamed of someday regaining her freedom, returning to her father, and living in their beautiful home. She would have her own bedroom, her own warm-mouthed toilet slave to eat her excrement directly from her anus, and a pee slave to drink her urine by clamping her lips over her little cunnie, and maids to attend to her every need. When one of them displeased her, she would have the girl returned to her father's stock of slave girls that were sold to the Coliseum. Those girls had to entertain in stalls under the stands, where sooner or later they were butchered alive as part of the debauched entertainment. She would be in charge, and responsible for the death of any slave that displeased her.
If only her father won at gambling, and was able to buy her back. She knew deep in her heart that he loved her more than he loved her mother, and as far as Meg knew, her mother had not been sold to debtors. One day all would be well, if only she could endure the hardships of being a slave. She vowed to do her best at her obscene dancing, to titillate her owner so that he would value her above others, and keep her rather than let her go to another owner when he tired of her. The biggest risk for slaves was always changing owners, as they never knew what a new owner might expect from them or have planned for them.
Meg's hopes faded one day when she was attending her master while he visited a slave auction. She was not allowed to see the auction block itself, where the slaves being offered were displayed. Her master, knowing that only the best side of slaves was ever shown on the block, went behind the stand were the corral of slaves was kept. Half a dozen male handlers were preparing a group of women for the block by raping them.
Everyone knew that a woman who's nipples were erect, and who's vulva was moist and open, would fetch a better price on the block. Freshly fucked females always looked more erotic than trembling ladies with tight cunts. These women were clearly newly enslaved, as they were cowering in dread of treatment that was commonplace for most female slaves. Even the most docile and modest female glowed with sexual arousal after a good raping, and these creatures were being well raped.
One of these women caught Meg's attention, as she was being serviced at both ends, with one sturdy lad fucking her vagina while another was passionately humping his stout penis deep into her throat. The woman was strangling on the big male organ, and she squirmed and squealed as the boys brutally fucked her. She was in excellent condition, and had a very attractive body. Her breasts were firm and her nipples stood up like small dark corks. She was a mature woman, probably in her mid-twenties, but despite her age, Meg was sure she would bring a good price.
At last the boys finished with her. They did not ejaculate, because the six boys were required to service all of the women in a short time, and there were more than forty women in that single holding pen. They let the woman get to her feet. She had her back to Meg, but even as she stood Meg could confirm the woman's quality. The raping had done her good, and she would truly bring a handsome price on the auction block. The woman turned, and Meg was startled and shocked to see that it was her mother!
Anxiously searching, she saw now that there were several of her mother's household women in the same pen. Her father had either sold off everything, or else everything he owned had been seized, including his wife! Meghensa realized there was now little hope he would ever buy her back. She had the feeling for the first time that she was doomed to a life of slavery!
Although she could not see the slave auction platform, Meg heard the bidding for her mother, and heard the woman fetch the auctioneers a very high price. She knew that if her mother went for a high price she would probably get to live a few years longer.
She watched others of her mothers retinue of slaves moving up the stairs that led to the platform. A few of the women came back down. They were the ones that did not fetch a good price. Those who came back were sold at a guaranteed price to the Army. These would go to the army barracks where they would serve as barracks whores. There they would be subjected to nonstop gang rape, and they were unlikely to live more than three days in Army service. They were fed only stale dry biscuits and water, and had no sleep. All three portals were used to entertain the soldiers. These women were literally fucked to death.
That feeling of hopelessness was just settling in on the young girl when another event reinforced her gloom. A trio of Arab sheiks arrived at her master's home, and laid down a bag of gold for an evening of excessive sexual violence. The bag was very heavy, and word went through the slave pens that the Arabs had bought the lives of twenty young female slaves. Meg felt a curious twinge of excitement, and knew that she was now home. For her home was not a place or a master, but was slavery itself, in which she knew she would spend the remainder of her life. She felt a strange acceptance and calm with her lot, and knew that she would become a great slave. Only girls with the experience of owning slaves, and having then been owned by several masters, had the potential to be great slaves, because only with that special knowledge and experience could a slave become great.
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 would possibly live for years because of her special skills. Only when her master tired of her 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 the 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 Great Zoda. She had been in the stands with her second master, and had seen the performance all of Rome was still talking about.
She had actually seen the incredible crucifixion contest, in which a dozen matched Greek women had been crucified by teams of soldiers in the most unbelievable ways. She had seen the bulls fuck the girls strapped to benches, ripping their bellies open and plowing through their guts with enormous organs. She had seen the three buxom girls being ripped, gored and then trampled by the elephants, and 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 Princess Uterissa by the deformed dwarf. It had been indescribable, and Meg was excited by the memory of the unrestrained sexual violence.
Now that she 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.
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 of killing a woman for the delight of spectators, among whom were three senators and a woman reputed by many to be the next wife of Caesar. 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 of 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 women's bare vulvas. Many of the guests had not tasted mothers milk since they were infants, and most of them had been nursed by black slaves, so the novelty was most welcomed. They particularly liked the pleasure of torturing 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 flexibility. Six of the 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, and dropped heads until 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 slender arms and legs.
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. 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 dancers walked on their toes backwards around the room.
The six girls formed and stood in a small circle, their tight buttocks facing outward, and slowly bent their backs even further, pulling their heads upwards toward their naked crotches. The audience was impressed, but their remarkable contortion of their bodies put them in position to do their trick. They all opened their mouths wide, and in unison accomplished a remarkable feat: as one, their little rectums were spread by the nose of an emerging stool. Even more amazing, little meg did in public what she had all her life had a slave girl do.
As naturally as a child eating a candy, she took her own dropping turd into her mouth, and she chewed and swallowed it, to the delight of the debauched audience of Rome's leading citizens. With her acceptance as her role as a slave, she took naturally to what she knew what was expected of slaves. From her experience since infancy, she knew that slaves ate shit. She did not know that only the lowest of slaves were required to do this. As repugnant as she found it, eating freshly produced shit was what slaves did, and she showed less hesitation in performing this self- profaning act than did the others.
Now the immature little ladies bent their knees, and gradually lowered themselves, until their shoulders touched the floor. In a smooth and continuous movement, they raised their legs, and elevated their hips, so that they were now inverted, resting on their shoulders with their long slender legs raised high. Once more in unison, they brought their legs forward, so that their little cunnies were positioned above them.
The audience clapped their approval as each little cunnie produced a spray of fresh urine that arched upward, them curled over and splashed down onto the bare titless chests of the little dancing girls, who were peeing on themselves, giving themselves a warm golden shower. The girls thrust their hips forward, and in the process produced a thin but stronger stream, than now fell onto their faces. The darling young dancers opened their mouths wide, and managed to capture much of the spray splashing over their faces. This was an obscene performance, the only kind that was of interest to the jaded guests.
To these innocent young virgins, what they were doing was perfectly natural, the kind of act expected of sex dancers. Eating their own excrement for the entertainment of their master's guests was what was expected of them and to doanything less was unthinkable. Meghensa had learned her true role in life, and was dedicated to excel at whatever was asked of her. She knew that even though the act was fully rehearsed, she could do nothing until the whip stung her flesh, as the guests expected to see slaves whipped, and it was, in her eyes, part of the act. Her acts were all she lived for, and they were more important than anything else.
She was a slave and she knew her place. It was an honor to be a slave to such an important master, and she was resolved to maintain that relationship.
Meg was disappointed that she would not see the new method of killing a woman, as her act was complete and the dance-mistress had no further use for her this night. She knew it involved cooking the victim from the inside, and used a huge bladder made from the hide of an ox, and that hoses would be inserted in the victim's rectum and down her throat, and that scalding-hot water was involved, but she wanted to see it in action. That treat would have to wait for another occasion, as she could not question her master or mistress.
To catch up on the main saga, read THE SAGA OF ZODA by DANTE, in which the entertainments mentioned in this story and many others are fully described, following the exploits, experiences and tribulations, including her bizarre death in the Roman Coliseum for the entertainment of the mob.
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