Варвары или Описание налета гильветов под предводительством Крулла на римские галеры, рабынь перевозившие - Марк Десадов

their worst. It was party time for the bloodthirsty hoard of Barbarians. They built a series of huge fires along the beach, and each of these became a center of brutal bloody action. Men drifted from one fire to the next, watching or contributing to the mayhem that ensued, which featured the brutalization, torture, and slaughter of the captive women slaves, one by one by one. It was in the creative killing of women the Barbers had patience. They were in no hurry. Enjoying the deaths of the slave women was their reward for a ferrocious battle. The bitches were the booty, and with the exception of the few who would be favored to bear their seed and whelp new Barbarians, they were all doomed to die on this broad bloodied beach. Krull commanded his men to bring him a little plaything for his penis. A remarkably beautiful ten year old black girl named Ooti was brought to Krull as he lay stretched out on a soft blanket of slave women beside a roaring fire. The child was a Moor, and had a fine golden brown skin that was smooth, soft, and flawless. Ooti was a well trained slave girl, perfectly manicured, precociously cute, and she had the most perfect little fold between her slender legs that Krull had ever seen. The pretty child's delicate little sex lips were lighter than her rich olive skin, and they stood out slightly, curling down from the fine fold at the pink upper tip of the pretty female sex organ that would some day hood her clitoris if she were to live long enough to allow her pretty little cuntlet to mature into a real woman-cunt. As it was, Krull felt the delicate female organ was capable of gratifying his tastes in its present state, so there was little need to contemplate how long she would be permitted to live. The length of her life was of little interest to him. She spread her knees slightly, and pressed her hips forward in a seductive move, as her previous owners had trained her to do, so that Krull could examine her beautiful genitals with his inquisitive probing fingers. Her vagina was dry, but as he rubbed his finger gently up and down along the delicate edge of the slightly protruding inner sex lips, her moisture began to show, and the inner surface of the opening lubricated itself, preparing the way for the insertion of the stout finger, and full penetration of her well educated little fuck slot. Krull inserted his finger, and pushed it in to the full depth of her pouch, so that the tip of his rough digit pressed against the soft pad of her uterus. He felt the warmth of the young organ, and the tender squeezing action she provided to his invading finger, as well as a subtle and seductive motion of her slender hips as he fingered the warm and moist interior of her sex organ. The Moorish child had already become a shameless little harlot at the tender age of ten. Krull was delighted with her. The child had been trained by expert women and men to use her reproductive and digestive systems, and her entire body, for the pleasure of a man. That was her mandate, and her entire purpose for living. She had only justified her existence in the harem by mastering at an early age the mysteries of debauched sexual pleasure. Krull commanded her to please him, wanting to taste the ten year old child's sexual skills before he took her to the next level. She moved over him, and lowered her delicate organ and rectum over the erect head of his enormous penis, tracing wet lines of her sex moisture over the flared head of the monstrous male weapon with her delicate flesh petals, showing no signs of intimidation or fear at the size of the huge male organ. This perfect petite pleasure child was going to tease him, and Krull was in no hurry. The pretty little Moorish coquette had seen the horrifying and murderous treatment provided to the ill-fated Roman soldiers, sailors, and slavers. What she had witnessed was much more severe than Ooti had ever seen before when she had changed ownership as a result of such raids. She fully believed those Romans deserved to die. They had been negligent in their duty, probably because they had bought these thousands of female slaves at auction, rather than having earned them with blood. They had failed herself and the other slave women by providing inadequate protection from these notorious slave raiders. That was a capital crime. How they died was of little consequence to her. She was shocked at the way they were carnally assaulted and sexually tortured, but she had no sympathy for them. She would not fail at her duty. Ooti had now fallen prey to an unbridled hoard of blood-thirsty cutthroats who derived sexual pleasure not from erotic stimulation, but instead from sadistic sexual violence instincts. The carnal degradation, suffering, and ultimate exciting destruction of both males and females, was the driving force to bring the Barbarians to the point of ejaculation. It was common practice for marauding armies to loot, rape, and pillage. But that was never enough for the savage warriors of Barbery. They were infamous for going much farther, and for performing the most heinous acts on their victims, then roasting the most prized and succulent looking specimens for their feast. They had even been known, after a long march and an exhausting battle, for the savage practice of biting off and eating the flesh of live young women and girls. Their raw and excessive brutality was a pure expression of sexual power. They were the ultimate end users of their hapless captives, and their pledge was that after they had tasted carnal pleasure from their victims, male or female, nobody would ever find another use for them. Ooti was shameless as she lowered herself onto