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

told Ooti to bring it to him before it was overdone. He bit off a chunk, and clearly enjoyed it as he chewed at the succulent morsel. He carved pieces from it and shared them with the Persians. Then he instructed Ooti to take a flaming brand from the fire and to hold it under one of the dangling gutted girl's buttocks, to roast it right on her. Ooti did as she was commanded. Because the girl's feet were still tucked tightly in her vagina, the dangling victim did not pose a threat. The rope tied around the girl's tits was pulled so that she was raised high enough to accommodate the torch under her buttocks. The fire under her ass brought out a piercing series of fresh screams from the gutted girl, and her squirming to try to avoid the searing flame caused as much distress to her tortured tits by which she was suspended as she was feeling on her roasting bum meat. In moments the large hall was filled with the screams of the cooking girl and the arousing aroma of live roasting human venison. The three Persian slavers were as anxious as the Greek to get at it. When the ass meat of the swinging girl from the East was judged to have cooked sufficiently, Ooti was commanded to swing her over to within reach of her Greek master, who caught the tortured human prize, and carved off her ass five thick succulent steaks. He saved the rarest for himself, and passed the others over to his reclining Persian guests. As the men ate the generous morsels, Ooti was told to kill the girl, with the large carving knife. The Greek instructed her to climb the hanging bitch, adding the weight on the poor young woman's incredibly stretched breasts, and to cut off the girl's head. Ooti climbed onto the back of the living carcass, and when she was within reach, she raised the knife to the girl's slender neck and reached around with it so that she could draw it across the front of the neck as she had seen being done with many female slaves who's time had come. She knew the girl could not understand her, but said to her "At least they did not force you to eat shit, because they wanted you clean for eating." The girl was still as little Ooti spoke, and with a single rapid slash of the sharp carving knife, she slit her throat. She found the spine more difficult to cut through than she had guessed, but with persistence, ignoring the gushing blood, Ooti completely severed the beautiful fifteen year old's head, and raised it high to display her triumph. She had committed no crime, but had done as she was bid by her master, the Greek, as part of the entertainment for himself and his guests. Ooti herself was scheduled to be the victim of an entertainment that same night, as she was to be fucked to death by a large trained bear, but as the event had started, after she was strapped into place on the rough rape bench, the Greek's island was raided by rogue slavers, pirates who stole their stock and then sold them to legitimate businessmen. Her young life was saved temporarily, but she was not guaranteed safety with any of her owners. She had come very close to death that time. The bear had been released, and had found and licked up her vagina with its large salivating tongue. The animal was climbing over her when the raiders had burst into the Greek's large villa and slain the men. The pirates had taken the rich booty of exotic females as their own slaves, as well as the collection of large wild animals. The raid had been enormously successful, and the pirates, after an orgy of lust and blood, had delivered their slaves to the auction for enormous profit. Little Ooti had been bought in a block of a score of girls her age, and moved into the home of another brutal master. She was as used to danger and to sexually abusive treatment as any slave could be, and she took the Barbarians' orgy of death lust in her stride, even as she rode the raging erection of the leader of the dreaded Barbers, while sucking on the large severed nipple she had bitten off the beautiful female slave. The naked noble woman lay quivering and trembling in the sand beside the fire. Tiny spurts of blood from her injured breast showed the rapid rate of her pounding heart. She knew that once it started with these merciless people, it never ended until the object of their attention was dead. For her it had started. She was pulled to her feet, and was left standing in front of the reclining warrior chief, shivering in the evening's heat like a trapped animal. "Give her back her nipple, Ooti," Krull said, and the child held the thumb sized object between her teeth, reaching her neck forward for the slave woman to reclaim it. Ooti's tightly gripping anus slid slightly upward on the warrior chief's thick penis as she leaned forward, and he readied his short sword, ready to instantly lop off the child's head if she pulled off him. The adult bitch got the idea, and with a look of horror and fear, she gingerly reached out and took back from the lips of the profane child her amputated nipple. Krull told the woman to put the thumb-sized nipple up into her anus, and with a moan of revulsion, the bitch did as she was told. She used her middle finger as a ramrod, and pushed the fleshy nub in as far as her finger would reach. This was a most degrading act for a noble woman. Whenever she carried coins with her to market, they were carried in the anus of one of her slaves. Her most valuable coins and gold