Posted by Ripper X on July 06, 2003 at 21:50:16:
Howdy! Who's up for some historical erotica? This piece I really like, though it is quite bizarre as you will soon discover. It's the tale of a pampered rich Roman girl who's sold into a new life of slavery, does it get any better then that? Now I had to do a lot of changes because while this story was probably more historically accurate before, it was also child porn. I raised the ages of all offenders and hopefully it won't be noticed. If you do see any inconsistencies please let me know. Also this is half of part one, I'll post the other half tomorrow. Hopefully I can locate all of the other parts for this one because like I said before I really like it and I hope that you do too.
ENJOY!!!
-RIP
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 chiseled 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 young lady 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 daughter 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 one sent for disposal. She quickly grew to love the feel of a warm moist mouth over her vagina, sucking desperately to encourage or pressed against her rectum, with a demanding tongue pressing, probing and pulsing against her to encourage evacuation.
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 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 that he had 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 nineteen, and just beginning to learn what it was like to become a young Roman. In every 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 a very young age, 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 and 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 sixteen, 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 few 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 nineteenth 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 into 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 daughter, and had lost. Now he had made good on his debt, and his precious little girl 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 peasants' 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 creature 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 of 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 spectators.
The audience was particularly interested when her cage was opened to allow her to feed her IBS slave. The black girl, who had an impressive set of firm and pointed round breasts, 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 readied, 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 girls 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, and would hang by a rope tied tightly around one of their breasts, 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 full figured 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 that 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. All seemed to be the same youthful age, 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 rectum's 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 the Senior girls in their twenties 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 was several large cleavers and butchers' 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 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 rows of naked dancing girls were very popular in their unusual steep-wedged slippers. The customers were entertained by them and 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 seniors 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 girls 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 skillfully 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 nineteen, 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 that is 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 to 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 teenager 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 nineteen-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, bones 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 and sliced bacon from the girl's belly, cut intact a fabulous fillet of cunt, produced a baron of hip roast with her anus attached. He cut small chops from one arm and removed the other arm intact. He 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 telling 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 teenage girls to the real wine served from the bladders of the Seniors. Meg was not only used to pissing into the mouth of an eager recipient; She had never known 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 these, are 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 eighteen-year-old, for her meat.
The young teen 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 teen was disemboweled 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 cuntlette 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.