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

wiped at the sticky mess as the jism dribbled on its screaming face. Krull had his hands firmly gripping the hips of the little human sex toy Ooti, violently bouncing the child's rectum up and down on his raging erection. Two more of the slave bitches who made up his human bed had died from the rough experience, and Ooti, to excite her master, had worked one of her feet deep into the cunt of a bed woman. Gor was ready to bring his display slave slaughter to a climax. He began by bringing his bloodied gutting blade to the throat of the half emerged sprog, and with a startlingly rapid and strong stroke, he completely decapitated the screaming infant. He kicked the little head high in the air, and it splashed into the waves rolling against the beach. Now he put the remarkable gutting instrument to work again, and with the skill of an Egyptian artisan, he sliced around and totally removed the hump of her split pregnant belly. All of her entrails now fell freely to the beach, forming a steaming mound of fresh shit sausage between her spread legs. Gor moved behind her, and rammed one sharpened end of the remaining shaft up her ass, and thrust it in deep, so that it dug up between the dead bitch's lungs. He used his huge sword to cut off her arms and legs with powerfly slashes that made the limbs fly, then he dug the other end of the shaft into the sand, displaying the gutted bitch torso, with the headless ornament planted beside those of the other slave women he had slaughtered. Little Ooti had managed somehow to grow to the age of ten, and owned by more than a dozen brutal masters, without ever having been whipped. This was unusual for a slave girl with her attractive appearance, but simply by chance, her tender skin had never felt the sting of a lash. As she moved her torso erotically on Krull's erection, masturbating the enormous male organ with her colon, she continued to move her foot inside the vagina of the woman beneath her, kicking at the warm uterus, sinking her leg into the female sex organ half way up the calf. Krull noticed that the child's perfect olive complexion showed no sign of even the most subtle scarring, and he decided to give her a new and vivid experience. His men had brought forward a new slave girl, a tall slender cunt from Africa, who had nearly perfectly black skin. She had increased her height with a stack of tight rings around her neck that elevated her head nearly four extra inches. She had similar rings stretching the base of her large breasts, so that now they were enormous, and stood out like big milk bladders. Her head had been shaved clean, and her lips, ears, and nose were pierced with large rings. She had the quills of large colorful feathers inserted under the skin on the back of her head, so that they stood up like her own headdress. Her anus and cunt had also been pierced, and joined with a large thick iron ring that joined the twin fuck holes, from which a small dead piglet could be hung, ready for roasting. She was a food porter, and her role in life was to transport meat. The nubian slave was handed a long slender whip, and the two men who had brought her forward also armed themselves with whips. Krull turned Ooti on his penis so that she once more had her back to him, and he stood up, supporting the little girl with the strength of his erection. He presented the child to the black slave as a target for her whip. He leaned back, and Ooti leaned forward, so that she would make a better target. The well trained little girl knew that she was going to be hurt, as she had witnessed many brutal whippings, but she also knew that her full cooperation would probably save her life. The two other men stood back, their whips ready in case the black slave struck Krull with her whip instead of the child. The black bitch was going to taste the sting of the whip in any case, and much worse, but Krull liked the extra incentive to make the cunt sweat. The striking looking black slave was shaking with fear, knowing that the men were toying with her. She and the other slaves had seen the carnage on the beach ever since the bloody raid that had given the cruel Barbarians control over all of them. She had seen the blood being spilled for sport, and knew that she was going to die in the next few moments. Krull arched his powerful penis, and the little girl impaled on the massive organ through her asshole was slightly raised. It was a signal the black slave recognized immediately, and she lashed out with the whip, swinging it with all her might at the naked child. If she were going to die, it would be with action, not passive submission. She knew that she could delay the inevitable by participating willingly, which was better than doing nothing, and the child meant nothing to her. She had seen enough of the pampered little sex toys to know that they were worthless and vain little creatures who were capable only of drawing the semen from the testicles of men, sometimes several at a time. She saw them as contemptible, because although these human sex toys were very good at their craft and could make raging penises spout great gobs of their spunk, the precocious female children were too young to make anything come of it. She could not bear children herself because the ring in her vagina and anus effectively barred male entry, but the instrument made her useful. She could carry dried meats during travel, or small game after the hunt. The black slave