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

the stout flesh-shaft of Krull's enormous penis. Her little anus had been well prepared for this kind of abuse, through extensive training with the insertion of training plugs, designed to stretch her little colon and to enhance the flexibility of her pretty puckered anus. The child had the experience to know the value of moistening the head of the male glans before taking it into her. It made the entry a bit less painful, and allowed her to mask the enormous discomfort at taking into herself the monstrous male weapon. Krull leaned his elbow on the face, and then moved it down onto the throat of one of the beautiful young women he was lying on, and enjoyed her desperate struggles under him as she slowly strangled to death. One of his men got his mouth over the stream of hot acrid urine that sprayed from the cunt of the dying young woman, capturing the amber essence of the beautiful bitch's last piss before she expired. She writhed and strained erotically right up to her death, providing amusement for the warrior chief reclining on her and the men who were watching the interesting use to which he put her. Krull's attention was focused on the little nymph dancing her colon on his penis, and he hardly noticed when the buxom young lady slumped in death. Even after she was dead, the full breasts and supple body of the bitch lying between others still alive made a suitable portion of Krull's human mattress as he fucked into the tight bum of the cooperative slave child. Krull called for entertainment as he buggered the enticing child, and a couple of his men brought a buxom teenager over to his fire. He told them he wanted to see her suffer, and the lusty men went to work on her. One of them grabbed her ankles, and lifting her upside down, held her legs wide spread. The other man drew a pitch-soaked stick out of the fire, and thrust the end that had not yet ignited into her anus. He blew on the end that was glowing, and it burst into flame. The beautiful young woman, an elfish Egyptian, had developed an incredible vocal range, and her screams and moans were easily heard well down the beach. These were triggered by terror and by anticipation of her fate, as well as by pain from the rough wood forced into her fundament. The flame burned toward the flesh ring of her anus which tightly gripped the burning stick. The blazing torch found pockets of pitch in the old stick, and flared into renewed life. The girl's buttocks began to tan and then redden from the heat, and in another couple of minutes, the dancing flame was blistering the sides of the wide pocket between her buttocks, and then singeing the gripping muscle of her impudent rectum. Her anus was involuntarily hosting the instrument of its destruction. Krull saw a large iron bar lying on the beach, part of the rigging of a Roman chariot that had been destroyed in the battle. He motioned toward it, and without a word, the men knew what he expected. The stick was quickly burning out, as there was no supply of oxygen inside the girl's colon. They pulled the burning stick out of her, and replaced it with the end of the thick iron six foot long shaft. They got the naked girl onto her feet, and forced her to bend forward, with her back to the fire. Then she was forced to back up toward the fire, so that her new iron tail, implanted deeply into her colon, rested in the flames. Gradually the intense heat caused her great discomfort from being too near the flames, but she was forbidden to move away from the fire. Then the heat in the shaft spread inside her. Now she was experiencing real pain. As the screaming slave-bitch squatted there, roasting her buttocks, legs, and her internal digestive track, the two men pulled flaming brands from the fire and held them under her dangling breasts. They both had to hold her head still as they tortured the poor young lady. Her body fat sputtered and caught fire as she roasted, and she lost her ability to remain standing. She was fading, and after several minutes, the men allowed her to roll onto her back. First one warrior, and then the other, pushed his flaming stick up into her offered vagina, searing her delicious cuntmeat for Krull. When she was barely conscious, one of the men lifted her by the hair and the other swung his short sword, slicing through her slender neck, cleanly decapitating her. He threw the severed head of the beautiful slavegirl into the fire, and they watched with pleasure as it burst into flame and was consumed. Her remaining carcass spurted jets of blood from the neck-stump for nearly a full minute. When the pulsing blood spouting diminished, the men thrust their swords through the erotic headless body's big tits into the chest, and lifted the beautiful firm female carcass over the reclining Krull, lowering the cooked vagina so he could bite out the rare cooked cuntmeat. It was still bloody as he ripped it out with his teeth and chewed the succulent morsel. The teenager's cuntmeat was cooked just the way he liked it. The girl's beautiful sex organ had been cooked to perfection while she was alive, and made a delicious treat now that she was dead. Little Ooti was still bobbing up and down on Krull's impressive organ, pumping her tightly packed colon on the massive penis, enduring horrible anal pain while smiling at him seductively like a coy little nymphomaniac. She knew that her job was to keep his interest, and that if his interest waned before he fell asleep, he would likely take her life violently to entertain himself. She was a wise little ten year old, and a survivor. The headless and