Posted by Ripper X on July 07, 2003 at 21:21:28:
You know, I think that this tale would be perfect for you parents out there to go get the kids, sitting the youngest on your lap and read this story to the whole family. After all, it can't possibly get any worse then serving sausages out of your ass can it? Now that I have it edited, the thought of simply taking all of the children out of the porn seems rather odd, it being just one of the many unhealthy perversions detailed in this short story, yet now that I'm finished I can't help but desire to read more of it. Unfortunately, I went all over the Net and I can't locate the rest of this story which is Titled "The Saga of Zoda" but if anybody out there has better luck in find it or has any info on it then by all means Contact me, though I have a sneaky suspicion that this Dante fellow is doing hard time, just call it a guess.
Enjoy,
-RIP
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 deflowered girls seemed to like the vaginal insertion more than having their anuses stuffed, and Meg understood that, having endured the woman-meat sausages forced into her behind. 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 Senior Slaves, and even the older women 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 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 eighteen and nineteen danced for the gathered ladies. The slave-master had carefully painted the rim of each girl's vagina lips with a bright pink pigment, to make the teen's pouting sex organs easily visible. The talented young 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 cunts, 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 young 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 cunts of the young dancers, her pronounced pubic mound cleanly shaved and the nakedness of her pretty little vagina was accentuated with the application of colored oils.
The eighteen-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 tight vagina mouth. The nymph 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 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 cunt. 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 defense, 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 slave-master 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 were 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 girl 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 few slave girls, some were raised from a very young age as crawling pets, and never allowed to walk upright. Meg had owned such a pet when she was eight, an 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 travelers, 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 eighteen-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 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 were all differently tuned, so that as the young dancers farted through them, they all produced a different note, making it a musical event. The slave-master'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 slave-master. It was excellent preparation for what lays ahead 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 her breasts became fuller, 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, 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 be 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 cunt.
The marvelously 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 chest, where it expected to find large breasts. The animal had been trained on larger women, not on young girls, and it was surprised that there was only thin teenaged 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 was much worse duties given to young slave girls, yet animal sex-mate was a horror. 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 cunt, 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 where 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 whose nipples were erect, and whose vulva was moist and open, would fetch a better price on the block. Freshly fucked females always appeared 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 being raped, and these creatures were being well ravished.
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-thirties, 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 mother's 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 a 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 potentials 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 nineteen and twenty-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 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 teenage 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 cunts were positioned above them.
The audience clapped their approval as each of their little cunts produced a spray of fresh urine that arched upward, then curled over and splashed down onto the bare breasts of the 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 streams, 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 do anything 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.