Slave Girl Suffering

Warning: this story contains scat and piss. If that is not your fetish, then beware.

Also, the story is loosely based on some historical elements. I know it might not 100% true or accurate to how things may have historically taken place, but its merely meant for the story to have some level of plausibility.

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Black plumes of smoke rose like great dark columns into the sky above. The flames still burned viciously, eating away at the city with an incessant hunger. From the city there marched a great line of soldiers, accompanied by their baggage train and various servants and workmen that organized the supplies and loot that was acquired from battle. At the very end of this line were lead numerous slaves captured from the city, most of these being women and children, whereas the men of age had been slain in the defence of their lands. The Romans had selected the most beautiful women from the city, and with great cheer, they had stripped them naked save for their sandals which they permitted for the purpose of marching. Lysandra, a lean and tan skinned young woman with long, dark and wavy hair, was unfortunate to be among this group of slaves whose future now seemed so grim and uncertain. Their bodies bare and exposed, they suffered a humiliation like none other. The men grinned and jeered at the nude women, gazing in great delight to see them walk naked in the sun, their bodies glistening with sweat from the toil of their march. It was a three day trip to the nearest major city, and a twelve hour daily march.

Lysandra could not fully process what was happening. She had lost everything; her home, family, and all future prospects. She was but a pawn in a larger game that she lacked comprehension of. She could feel the cool breeze and the sun on her entire body, and the sensation was good. But to feel the scorn of all those around her was a pain that outweighed any pleasure.

Most humiliating of all was that she was given no privacy to relieve herself, no cloth to cover any part of her. When the urge came over her, she urinated where she stood, as she could go nowhere else. Some of the women pissed while they walked, the urine flowing down their legs, while others squatted on the road and quickly relieved themselves before continuing their walk. In any case, there was no place to go except in full view of all those around them. The slaves were given meagre food and drink and towards evening Lysandra felt her bladder full. She spread her legs, still standing straight, and she let her stream of piss flow in front of her, pooling into a puddle on the dirt road. After 30 seconds, her stream began to dwindle, and she felt empty again and continued her walk. It felt so bizarre to be completely naked and relieve herself in front of everyone, both men and women. It felt almost pleasurable.

In the evening, camp was made and the women were corraled into a guarded section separate from the other captives; it was apparent that they were considered of a higher value, perhaps of a sexual kind, on account of their beauty. Some women were selected to dance and sing for the men and others to give pleasure to the commander of the legion. Lysandra was left alone for now, and she had made friends during this time with another woman by the name of Melissa. Melissa was a lithe and vibrant girl, the daughter of a peasant farmer, and she bore a dark tan impressed upon  her from countless days of field work. Her hair was short, straight, and dark.

"I am so worried, Melissa. What is going to happen to us?"

"It will be all right. We are beautiful girls, and they will treat us well compared to the others. You have nothing to fear."

"But we are naked, we are abused and laughed at. It is shameful, it is not right at all!"

"There is nothing you can do, it is the Gods will. We live only now, and all you can do is try to enjoy the moments that you are still alive."

Lysandra was appalled by Melissa's stoicism despite what had happened.

Melissa could see her look of shock and continued,

"Lysandra, think of all those who died in our city. They are gone now, their lives have ended. But we are still here. We still breath."

Lysandra nodded in agreement.

"And my life was dull and boring. All I did was work on my father's farm. Maybe now things might be more interesting."

Lysandra could not understand how Melissa could find slavery interesting, but she was reassured by her staggering optimism. She listened to her breath, she saw her stomach rising as she did so, and she pondered what it meant to be alive. It was true that others had suffered worse fates.

Melissa and Lysandra awoke the next morning to the drill of the camp. Soldiers rushed to their positions and all the workmen hastened to make ready for the continuation of the army's march. The men gathered the women and lead them to their same position as yesterday at the back of the marching line. Lysandra and Melissa both felt the urge to relieve themselves, and they squatted some short distance from the dirt road while the guards kept a close eye on them. Melissa began to defecate and urinate simultaneously, and a long shit coiled underneath her. Lysandra felt shy and tense, but Melissa held her arm and encouraged her not to worry, as it was only natural. Lysandra closed her eyes and began to empty herself, trying to ignore all people around her. She pissed fast and hard, desperate to get it over with, and her shit left her body just as quickly. Having relieved themselves, they joined the rest of the party on the dirt road.

In such conditions the slave women were lead for two days, and they had not a scrap of clothing to cover themselves with. Fortunately it was summer time, and the evenings were not too uncomfortably cold. in the daytime the weather was pleasant, and walking naked in the sun all day long was an unusual but curious feeling for all.

Finally the army had reached their destination, which was a Roman controlled seaport. The slaves were divided into various groups, some being left in worse conditions than others. Lysandra and Melissa were lead to a large, flat roofed building which appeared to be a large-scale slave quarters, and were then thrown into a squalid cell with another girl by the name of Sophia. The cell had stone flooring and piles of straw that were considered beds, but nothing beyond that. In the morning and evening, they were given food to eat and water to drink. They did not know how long they were to remain in the cell, nor what would happen to them afterwards, only that there was a rumor that there would be a slave market in seven days and at that time they would be sold.

A small window gave light to the cell, and it was warm enough that all three girls were finally glad to be naked, although they still sweated profusely during the hot day.

On the first day of their indoor captivity, the girls enjoyed their morning meal, but Lysandra soon realized that there was no waste pot in the cell, nor was there any guard that could assist. "What will we do?", she exclaimed. "We have nowhere to go, except our food bowls." Melissa already made her way to the corner of the room and squatted down. "There is only one place, and it's here". She then began to piss, flooding the floor with her bodily fluids until she had no more left. "Why would you do it, Melissa? What if they come later to bring a chamber pot?"

"I already know that they won't," she said, and she proceeded to tuck the straw beds to the furthest side of the cell so that they would not be tainted with urine. Lysandra and Sophia tried to lay down and sleep, hoping to quell their natural urges until later. But as the day wore on, it was apparent that there were no guards nearby the cell nor did they plan to come by anytime soon. They were not even sure if they would be bringing any additional food or water. Their only comfort was that the urine tended to evaporate over the course of the day on account of the heat in the cell, so the puddle was significantly reduced in size.

Sophia was next to go, and she squatted in the same corner as Melissa. First she pissed, and her urine pooled below her and accumulated quickly as she had been saving it all day. Next she began to shit, although it was a small piece due to her meagre diet.

Lysandra realized she had no choice and she went to the same corner to relieve herself. Her urine pooled with Sophia's, and their shit lay side by side as well. The urine and feces filled the room with a powerful aroma that the girls had trouble growing accustomed to.

On the second day, the guards did not bother to clean the cell, but deemed the odor typical of such places. They merely brought additional food and drink for the girls to enjoy.

Lysandra, Melissa, and Sophia could not do anything to stop their bodily functions. They each urinated several times a day in the corner of their cell, and added more and more feces to the existing pile.

Although the urine would evaporate for the most part, the shit would remain and only increase in quantity. A foul odor permeated the entire room from the waste of the three beautiful girls.

Lysandra was always shocked to watch Melissa squatting fully nude, her muscles straining as she relieved herself in full view of everyone. She could not be any more exposed than she was now, displaying her private needs without a shred of clothing to cover her. The novelty of the situation captivated her, and she could not help but wonder why she ended up here, and for how long this would last. For much of the day, she merely sat and pondered her life and what had brought her to this place.

Melissa, for her part, had begun to pass the time with masturbation. She would lay on the straw bed, and would toy with her clitoris seemingly the entire day. Lysandra was shocked that despite the foul smell and squalid conditions of their prison, Melissa could still find a way to pleasure herself. It seemed that she had begun to take some kind of masochistic joy in their living conditions. She would shamelessly orgasm in front of Lysandra and Sophia, who could only watch in amazement and subtle envy. But if all three could relieve themselves in front of each other, sexual pleasure seemed not too far removed in terms of the taboo.

On the third day, Melissa began to experiment and find ways to enjoy her stay in the prison. She begged the guard to bring additional water, and enamored as he was by her beauty, he did so eagerly. Then, as the day dragged on, Melissa began to urinate in different positions and different places. She would stand upright, spread her legs and raise her urethra to piss all over the walls of the cell. Then she would masturbate until reaching orgasm. She would squat and piss as far as possible, almost reaching the other side of the cell. She kneeled down on her left leg and rested her right on the wall beside her and proceeded to urinate on both the wall and the floor below. It seemed that she intended to cover every part of the cell with her fluids with the exception of the straw beds. Lysandra and Sophia were merely witnesses to this havoc, and they continued to relieve themselves in their usual manner in the corner of the cell, but they felt a tinge of envy that Melissa could somehow enjoy her time here. Melissa could not stop playing with herself even while defecating - when she was ready to do so, she squatted in the corner and began to shit while masturbating furiously. As the shit left her body, she orgasmed violently, her cum dripping on the filthy floor as a result.

"Melissa, how can you engage in such behavior while we are here?" said Lysandra.

"I am only trying to make our current living conditions more tolerable", Melissa said smiling.

"You are always welcome to join me. Here we are alone with nothing more than our bodies. We have only a few functions, which is to eat, drink, shit, piss, sweat and cum. There is nothing more for us to do while we wait to be freed from here."

Lysandra understood that Melissa was right. They were left alone in the most degenerate conditions, and it mattered not what they did there. No one was watching them but themselves, and they were left with no other activity to pass the time except to enjoy their own bodies."

On the fourth day, Lysandra attempted to join Melissa in her lascivious activities. They pissed against the wall together, and afterwards they masturbated while sitting in front of each other, looking deeply into one another's eyes. Lysandra felt herself fly into a blissful orgasm, more powerful than anything she had felt before. Overtaken by pleasure, she embraced Melissa's touch and kissed her passionately. She felt the sweat of her body, the sweet taste of sweat on her lips, the dirtiness of her skin which had been unwashed for days, yet so smooth on account of her beautiful youthfulness. Enamored with these newfound delights, Lysandra spent the rest of the day engaging in such deviant affairs with Melissa. They urinated in all parts of the cell, not an inch was left untouched by the fluids of their bodies save for the straw beds that they still kept dry to sleep on. Towards evening, both girls felt the urge to defecate. Melissa squatted with Lysandra in front of her, and with one arm they held eachother's hand, and another they played with their genitalia. Finally, both girls began to defecate and litter the cell with more of their shit. The aroma was vile, but both girls could not help but orgasm.

Finally the market day came, and the guards were roused from their usual sloth and ineptitude to free the girls from their chambers. Upon entering the cell they were assaulted with an awful stench that had no comparison. Corners of the cell were littered with heaps of human waste from the course of several days, and some of the floor was still damp with piss. Hastily, they rounded the girls up and brought them to a fountain along a nearby street where they were washed and scrubbed prior to being brought to the slave market. Melissa and Lysandra did not know what to expect, yet Melissa remained high-spirited. "Do not have any fear, Lysandra. We survived a war, we survived this prison, we will continue to survive. And if we do not survive, have no fear nonetheless. The end comes for all beings, sooner or later." With these words in mind, Lysandra prepared herself for what was next to come.