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

cuntless female carcass was tossed onto the roaring fire, and more logs were thrown over the crumpled dead bitchmeat. Soon the teenager's discarded remains as well as the new logs were flaming merrily. The girl had been lucky, as she had died relatively quickly, and in the camp of the Barbarians, a quick death was a blessing. Her only hope had been to die, and she had been granted a relatively easy death. Others would not fare so well, and would suffer the tortures of the damned before this night was over. The two men moved into the darkness past other fires where bloody sex sports were taking place. They saw a woman lying on her back, being fucked in her cunt and her throat, while two other men disembowelled her. Her training in pleasing men with her sexual charms was being completely wasted on these barbarians, who were not in the least interested in her ability to provide pleasure. They took what they wanted, and what they wanted was for her to experience incredible horrors as they mercilessly raped her. At another fire a buxom woman had an iron bar thrust through both her bit tits, and she was being lifted to swing by her impaled mammaries. The men had no idea how she would be used, but they were more interested in finding a suitable woman for Lrull than in watching the brutal execution of a tit-swinging bitch. At a third fire they saw a pair of twelve year old girls armed with small knives being forced to fight each other. The children were responding, and were stabbing at each other as if they were sworn enemies. Each had been instructed to get her blade into the other's hairless cuntlet, where they could severe damage before it became life-threatening. Killing was the object of the sport, but not before providing a great deal of entertainment to their Barbarian captors. Within a few moments the men returned to Krull's fire with a new sex toy. This was a marvelous creature, a noble woman with voluptuous proportions, and with well developed charms. It was the style in many of the port cities where hot and temperate climates permitted nudity as a fashion, to enhance the body parts to generate an erotic and provocative appearance. Her generous vulva lips had been enlarged and crafted to unfold nearly a hand's length below her neatly trimmed pubic mound, and they flared to reveal the rings that pierced their perimeter. She had been a very wealthy woman, because when her new slave boys were castrated, their little penises and testicle sacks had been pickled, dried, and pierced. Now they hung suspended by little gold chains from her distended vagina lips, and she wore more than two dozen of these, which dangled like a grotesque fringe between her legs. Her prize pieces hung from each pussy lip. Hanging well below the little pickled pricks of boys were the intact and fully erect penises of two grown men, complete with the attached scrotum. Her nipples had been worked since childhood, and now the big milkwarts stood out like erect penises. Her well shaped mammaries were very large, full, and firm. She was a marvelous specimen, with a beautiful face, long auburn hair, a narrow waist, and long shapely legs. Her husband would indeed miss her. Such women were frequently captured while shopping at dock side markets, as they often did their shopping with only a few female slaves with them. This made them an exceptional catch, because the slave girls were also valuable when captured, and they always went with their mistress, even when she was being enslaved herself. Krull began his session with the gorgeous rich bitch by removing her symbol of power. He grabbed her distended cuntlips, with their fringe of severed boy and men genitals. He pulled on the inner sexmeat as hard as he could, then he slashed off the bizarre distended organ lips with his knife and threw the heinous decoration into the fire. The beautiful naked noble woman screamed, as much from a sense of loss and degradation as from the searing pain. She had been stripped of what to her was the sign of her wealth and position. In that one simple act, Krull had made her feel like the slave she now was. She was nothing more than a beautiful living object that the men could use to amuse themselves before the next raid. Her purpose in life was to be abused in the most degenerate way the men might wish for her. She had seen enough of the carnal decadence along the broad beach in the past several hours to know that these Barbarian men were satisfying their endless lust for hot bitch blood, and that her remaining life could at best be numbered in hours, not days, weeks or years. A light sprinkle of her blood dripped from what remained of the Noble slave-woman's severed cuntlips. They were now reduced to normal size. They had been "educated" to the excessive size through hundreds of hours of finger manipulation by her slaves, who had stretched and shaped the delicate flesh petals into the large and dangling leaves on which she had displayed the severed sex organs of her male slaves. Now her femininity had been reduce to what was seen on a common woman. Without he impressive extension of her vulva lips, she had might as well be clothed. Krull instructed her to bend forward, and told Ooti, who was still riding his penis with her anus, to suck on one of the noble woman's thick and elongated nipples. The child did as she was bid, drawing the huge nipple into her mouth as if it were a penis. Ooti had been trained from the age of three to provide erotic penile simulation to her trainers and master with her entire body, most particularly with her mouth, and she had learned to overcome her gag reflex. She