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

and heavy. Her tangled umbilical cord flashed like a whip between her legs as the child popped out of her cunt and fell away from her, ripping itself off the thick twisted cord. The horse's kicking hooves actually dug into her meat and broke her legs with the ferocious kicking. She was flopping like a broken rag doll, her head still securely buried in the womb of the animal. In its sudden panic, the horse actually kicked the young girl in half, and her upper half was still attached with entrails streaming behind when the mare broke its tether and galloped off along the beach. Ooti shivered as she saw the animal thundering past, with the remains of the young woman caught in the mare's cunt. As the panicked beast galloped by, it broke again into bucking, and kicked the top half of the bitch off, leaving only the upper arms still attached to the harness, and the stump of the bitches neck sticking out of its cunt. The mare's womb had contracted in the struggle, and now so tightly gripped the girl's head that it had remained planted as the upper body was kicked away. In a few hours the mare's highly stressed and fully packed womb would relax, she would apply pressure to expel the foreign object, and then she would give birth to a human head! That blessed and highly novel event would provide fun and entertainment for whoever was in the area to see it happen. She was captured so that she would not be alone when she ejected the severed head of the lovely young slave girl. Ooti turned herself on the impaling penis in her anus, so that she was facing the reclining Krull. She lay forward along his belly, so that her head rested on his massive chest. In this position her moist little cuntlet was pressed firmly against the heavy bush of tight black curls that surrounded his enormous shaft. She liked the feel of a man's pubic hair against the delicate skin of her little vagina lips. She could just feel his skin through the hair with her sensitive female organ. Her sex organ was naked, not yet able to grow hair. The dissimilar texture of the contacting flesh provided an intimate kiss, the kind that reminded her of the total power her male master held over her. Such a reminder reassured her of her position in life. She was a sex slave, and her role was to give totally of herself for the pleasure of her master, whoever that might be at any given time. She was fully prepared to serve in any way that pleased her master, even to giving up her life for his enjoyment. She knew that she would fear and try to avoid death when she faced it, but she also knew that her struggles to live and her expressions of agony and horror would add to her master's enjoyment when the time came. The sun had set, and the heat of the day began to slowly diminish. Krull's attack on the stretched slave woman with the special woman whip was having the desired effect. Her screams announced the progress he had made from his reclining position. The whip had laid open her vagina, and her entrails were now oozing out through the destroyed female organ. He was losing interest in her as her screams faded, and he instructed the men holding her to brake her limbs and to lay her onto the roaring fire. That is what they did. The incredibly violently tortured bitch renewed her screams as she was laid tits up on the dancing fire, and with her limbs broken, she was not able to crawl off the blazing inferno she lay upon. Her hair caught fire first, and quickly her flesh began to sputter and then burn in the intense heat. The lady became fuel, and joined the logs in throwing a brilliant glare as darkness began to set in. At this part of the great sea, and in this season, it would be a few hours before dawn before there would be any chill at all, but the light and heat of the fire fed the passion of the violent orgy of sex and death. Some of the men had collected large logs, and they built a crude but solid suspension rack, with a long log suspended twelve feet off the ground horizontally, supported by a tripod of logs at either end. Six naked young slave women were brought forward to entertain the men with the dance of death. The game was quite simple: ropes were thrown over the elevated log, and a noose was made on the end of each. Each noose was slid over the head of a girl, and was then drawn snug. When all were ready, the ropes were pulled so that the girls were drawn well off the ground, then the ropes were tied off. The limbs of the naked young women were left free, to allow them to kick, and to desperately attempt to free themselves, an impossible but entertaining effort. The nude girls danced feverishly, struggling with their fingers to loosen the knots, while their kicking and struggling caused the knots to tighten. The ropes dug into their slender necks, putting pressure on the arteries and reducing the flow of blood to the brain. Their horrified faces gradually turned crimson, and their eyes bulged. All of them lost bladder control, so that they sprayed the beach with their urine as the spun on their ropes. The amazing girls kept up their futile struggles for more than a quarter of an hour, but in a losing cause. As they at last faded, they also lost fundament control, and the dying girls shit for their rowdy male audience. Ooti squealed with delight at the obscene performance. A sword was thrust up the cunt and right through the torso of each girl while she was in her