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

warrior's sperm, he had little difficulty in obtaining full entry. The warrior mounted on the strung up pregnant bitch saw Gor take out his Turkish blade, and he kept his hands well back. He knew that the skilled bitch butcher would not have hesitate to take off a hand or a limb if it interfered with his work. The Barbarians were not a brotherhood that gave quarter. Their toughness came from the fact that each man was on his own, and none was foolish enough to flirt with Gor's mighty sword or his infamous gutting knife. Today was a day for bitch butchery, not for stupid heroics. Little Ooti lost control of her bladder and pissed a fine child-like stream of her golden urine as she saw the horrendous gutting knife come out for the second time. She had seen what that terrible blade could do to a helpless woman, and she found the prospect of another demonstration of the giant Barbarian's power over women so very exciting she literally lost control. She would also have shit, had her rectum not been so firmly sealed with the massive penis buried inside her. She knew that both the pregnant woman and her emerging baby were in for it. The violent ass rape, the whipping, and now the sight of the vicious gutting blade were too much for the tortured birthing mother. She pushed down with all her might as she screamed her terror, and the lips of her big unfurled cunt spread. The men watching cheered as the top of the sprog's head slid into sight. She was producing her infant right on schedule, with a little help from the Barbarians. As the baby emerged, it would be as available as the mother was to the extreme sexual abuse the cruel Barbarians thrived upon. Neither the mother nor her newborn infant was victim: they were beyond that limiting definition. They were living, feeling, suffering human meat, and their single purpose now was to provide momentary excitement and satisfaction, through their violent deaths, to the men who had risked their lives to capture the human cow and her calf. It was party time, and all of the slaves were going to experience the full range of Krull's horrific Barbaric hospitality. Krull's long whip came up between the spread legs of the birthing mother, and with a sharp crack it made solid contact with the meat or her cunt and the head of the infant in the organ's firm grip. It also slapped hard the balls and anus of the warrior who was butt fucking her. The bitch bucked, and the added pressure made the entire head of the sprog slip out. The infant's mouth opened wide, and it screamed as the whip found its face, the mother's cunt, and once more slapped the flopping balls of the man who was corn holing her. This time the man bellowed his pain as his testicles took the second blow, but he was not yet ready to beat a retreat. Suddenly the Turkish gutting knife flashed, and the curved blade drove up into one of the mother's fat mammaries. Gor used such force that the blade stabbed right through the tender tit meat and stuck out several inches through the top of the invaded breast. He pulled the long knife out of the stabbed boob, and a strand of red bleeding titmeat dangled from the puncture wound. In an instant the blade flashed again, this time entering the side of the same tit with such force that it emerged and entered her other breast. Gor was playing for keeps, and the men gathered near them on the beach were thoroughly enjoying his incredible brutality. He ripped the knife out again, and once more stabbed it into the birthing woman's damaged tit, this time angling it upward. Her blood now covered his fist, and when he withdrew the knife for the third time, he licked the red liquid off his huge hand. Then he took the punctured mammary into his mouth, sucking the nipple deep into his throat, and then biting hard, he used the sharp knife to slice the large orb right off her chest. The crude and cruel Barbarian then ate the raw delicacy, standing naked on the beach, the head of the hanged and decapitated girl still impaled on his rigid penis. Now Gor got down to serious work. The small sprog's shoulders had worked out of the stretched cunt, driven by its mother's agonized writhing under the murderous treatment. Gor stuck the tip of his long curved blade against the top of the bitch's big belly, and then purposefully pushed down hard on the handle, sinking the gutting knife into the woman. With a powerful grip on the handle with his huge fist, he began jerking the knife downward, and as he did this, the thick stomach muscles parted, and the woman's swollen belly opened. She was a very stimulating sight. She was spread eagled so that all of her charms were displayed for all to see. With her legs spread wide, her sprog stood half way out of her cunt, and looked like a big thick cock with a face on it. Blood streamed down one side of her from the removed breast, and her guts were slowly beginning their emergence from the long rent in her belly made by the Turkish gutting knife. The two dozen men who had stopped what they were doing to watch this young mother's contribution to the bloody orgy of debauchery were all masturbating wildly. The man butt fucking the strung up woman began to orgasm, and jerked his penis out of her anus to complete his ejaculation with his fist. He splashed two thick gobs of his jism on the bitch's ass, then moved around her and ejaculated his cum onto the face of the emerging baby. The child's hips were jammed in the mother's womb, but its arms were now free, and it