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

last quivering moment, and to get them down, the men whacked off their heads below the noose. Ooti squeeled with delight at the violence, and she increased the tempo of her bouncing on the Raider Warrior's penis to a dangerous level. She saw the folly of her ways, and slowed the movement, not wanting the great man to deposit his sperm in her colon. She knew that if she brought him to orgasm and ejaculation before he wished it, her head would quickly join those of the girls, rolling disembodied on the beach. "Bring some real women!" Krull bellowed, and in moments his men brought forward four voluptuous creatures. These were white cunts, quivering deliciously with dread. One of them was ripely pregnant. A black haired beauty with an hour glass waist and large full breasts was strung up, her wrists held in the ropes that had been used moments earlier to hang the younger women. The ropes were stretched tight, pulling her arms out at an angle until she was forced to stand on her tip toes to carry her own weight. This posture did not sufficiently expose the fullness of her ripe cunt, so her legs were stretched out sideways as well. Then her ankles were tied do stakes driven into the sand, so that now her lower lips stood open to the view of her many male admirers. The bitch was now suspended in mid air, totally at the mercy of her captors. Unfortunately, her Barbarian owners were not known for their mercy, and they were displaying none today. Although they had not yet damaged her, she knew she was now nothing but dead meat to them. Now it was show time. The mightiest of the Barbarians came forward, a man Krull called Gor. The giant was a fearsome sight. He had thrust the severed head of a young woman onto his penis, driving the head up through the neck and out the mouth, which was held in the shape of a scream. It looked like she was sucking his cock from the wrong end, and the stout shaft stood out and curved up like an obscene tongue. Fresh blood was dripping over his balls from the female head, and Ooti recognized the face as that of one of the girls who had just been hanged. Ooti bounced on Krull's penis in excitement as she saw the enormous double edged sword Gor carried. It was an incredible weapon, so large that only a man of Gor's size and strength could wield it. In his belt Gor carried a curved bladed Turkish gutting knife, the kind she had so often seen used for eviscerating fresh killed game and live women. Ooti's excitement helped her keep Krull's attention and the arousal of his huge penis planted in her colon. The orgy of death was getting more exciting now that it was time for some creative slave bitch butchery. She could hardly wait to see how this beautiful woman would get to stain the sand with her blood. The giant raised his sword, holding it high over his head for effect, then with a mighty swing he brought it down on the strung-up bitch's leg just below the hip, and with devastating effect. The blow was so powerful that the sword cut cleanly through the thickest part of the limb, severing it completely. The amputated leg fell to the ground where it was anchored, and the woman screamed out her horror at the incredibly violent mutilation. She twisted, the thick bleeding stump jetting out her blood. She was hysterical as the great broadsword was again raised and poised over her. With a second mighty swing, the dreadful sword descended. The bitch now swung by her arms, and she was twenty-five pounds lighter. Her piss joined that of the girls who had been hanged, and it quickly soaked into the sand, joined by jets of her blood that sprayed from her pretty cunt. The second cunt was strung up as the swordsman Gor grabbed a six foot long stake and thrust one of the pointed ends into the legless bitch's anus. She warbled an agonizing mad scream as the thick shaft was driven up more than two feet into her torso. Now Gor used the sword to lop off the bitch's arms, and he planted the other end of the shaft buried in her ass into the sand, leaving the amputated bitch torso as a displayed trophy. She lasted only another few minutes, but the men enjoying her death found her dead carcass to be as attractive as her trembling body when she was alive. The cunt with her head shaved clean was told to lift her arms high over her head. She looked at the woman who was the second to be strung up, expecting that the suspended woman would be next to face the monstrous sword. She knew better than to argue with the giant Barbarian, and she lifted her arms as she had been told. He lifted the sword, and pressed the tip against one of the woman's nipples. He put a steady pressure on the weapon, and pressed the large mammary inward so that it bulged painfully. He gave the sword an extra push, so that the sharp tip split her nipple. Then he pressed the tip against the other nipple, and sliced it horizontally. Her blood dripped from the woman's damaged twin milkwarts. She stood there, a remarkable figure, completely unrestrained, yet totally in the control of the sadistic butcher. It was carnal carnival time. In the eyes of their captors, these naked women were not even at the level of domestic animals: they were living meat, and their status was being changed, just for the sexual pleasure derived from the violence of their deaths. The Barbarians were interested in seeing the blood of these captive women spilled, and their last moments on Earth filled with horror. Ooti had seen enough of this kind of extreme