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

could take the raging erection of a fully grown male down her throat, and she found the nipple no larger than a twelve year old boy's sex root. Krull watched the child with interest as she sensuously mouthed the distinctive slave woman's enlarged nipple as if she were stimulating it to ejaculation. As the child worked the enhanced nipple in her pretty little educated mouth, she continued to writhe on his penis, fully anally impaled on the monstrous phallus. The olive skinned darling was indeed well schooled in the mysteries of erotic pleasures, and she was earning her keep this night. The child used her hands to massage and squeeze the large mammary, and was able to milk the breast, nurturing herself on the woman's ample supply of white nectar. Krull instructed the girl to release her mouth hold on the thick nub, and to spray herself with the woman's white extract, so that he could watch her creamy production being put to good use. The little girl obeyed, and drew a prodigious shower from the adult slave, who clearly had been wet nursing a child, possibly within the day. When the naked child had soaked her hair and her body in the slave woman's nutrient, she again took one of the large flesh spigots into her mouth, drawing it in deep and suctioning on it to continue to drain the woman's essence. The ten year old was nursing like an infant as she writhed on the enormous penis in her colon. "Bite it off!" Krull commanded her. The slave woman did not speak his language, and had not understood the command. She had no doubt about the child's resulting action, and her scream rang down the length of the beach. Without hesitation, little Ooti complied with her new master's command, clamping her jaw and digging her teeth into the base of the enlarged nipple with all her strength, and with astounding effect. Krull drove his fist into the screaming slave woman's face in a mighty blow, and as she jerked back, the huge nipple was ripped off in the child's mouth. Ooti grinned, sticking the wet and bleeding morsel out between her pursed lips like a fat cinnamon stick, her spittle dribbling from its tip. It was an obscene gesture, and one fully fitting for her specialized training. Ooti was a beautiful little girl totally without morals, as she had never had a role model to provide them. She had never formed an enduring relationship with anyone, as she had served masters who abused and took rather than preserved life, and she had never spent time with anyone for any length of time other than to share a sleeping mat with other children for as much as a week. She had even changed masters too often to get to know them or the many erotic trainers she had learned so much from. Ooti was a spunky child, and she not only understood, but also accepted, and seemed to fully enjoy her base level role in life. She was a slave girl who knew nothing else of life. She had been fortunate enough to have been given training in providing pleasure, and expecting none in return. She had often been requited to eat fresh excrement directly from the orifices of her masters, and thought nothing of hurting another slave if she was instructed to do so, for the pleasure of her keepers. Twice she had been required to kill for the entertainment of her masters. She had done the deed with a smile, and with not an instant of hesitation. Her station was too low for her to even consider the morality of her actions. She had only to obey, and if she did not she would die. One of her victims had been a little girl she had shared a mat with in the slave pens. The child had been bound naked, lying along a stout log. Ooti had been given a huge sword that was so heavy she could hardly lift it. She had been told to set the tip of the steel weapon into the little vagina of the bound girl, then to thrust it in its full length. Getting the big sword into place was difficult for her, and the men laughed at her naked struggles, masturbating as they watched her pull, tug, and lever the impossibly large weapon up between the bound youth's legs. She had at last got the sharp tip in line with the quivering little cunny, and with a heave she forced the cold steel abruptly into the tight sex slit. Her nine year old friend screamed at the shock of the sudden invasion of her body, and then she felt the pain. Ooti pushed on the heavy sword, trying to get it into the little girl as quickly as possible, to meet the requirements of killing the bound child as set by her master, while minimizing her little friend's distress. She saw nothing wrong in what she was doing, for she was providing her friend with an escape from the burdens of slavery. The great weapon was far to heavy for her to use easily or quickly, and she struggled for more than fifteen minutes to get the broadsword up into and through the torso of the bound and screaming child. Her master and his guests were greatly entertained as the naked Ooti clambered over the big log to which the child was bound. Ooti straddled it, trying everything she could to force the steel weapon deeper into the writhing body of her young friend. She quickly worked up a sweat, and soon her brown nakedness was a glistening sheen that sparkled as she worked. The women were particularly delighted with the sight of a little girl struggling to kill another girl, using a huge male weapon. They made several obscene suggestions, including that she work the huge handle of the sword into her own little cunnie. Ooti was too naive