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

the vicious grappling hook. The men got the black woman to her feet, and resumed their whipping of her ass, forcing her to pull forward again. Krull held the big iron hook, restraining Ooti, so that once again she was being hanged by the neck, but this time both she and the black slave bitch were having their crotches stretched. It was now a straight pull between Krull and the slave woman, with little Ooti stretched between them by her skewered crotch and her tightly cinched neck. The child was quickly fading again, but she made one last desperate though futile attempt to struggle, to the delight of the watching warriors. They knew that the child would not last long, but that her death would not interrupt the contest. The only question in their minds was whether the ring in the woman's crotch meat or the hook in Ooti's crotch would be pulled out first. A crowd gathered to watch, and wagering began. The men with the whips were raising ferocious welts on the back of the mature bitch, striking not only her back and buttocks, but also her big ringed breasts and her grotesquely stretched out cunt. She was struggling with all her might, and little Ooti was taking the worst of it. Her neck was stretching under the strain, and this time the strain increased after she passed out for the second time. She was going to miss her own execution. Only a severe shock would revive her now. Krull was not going to stop things again, just to revive a little black slave girl. She was so unimportant to him that the thought of reviving her again never occurred to him. Suddenly the powerful Krull gave a mighty jerk on the hook, snapping the rope with such incredible force that the pretty little black child's head was yanked right off her shoulders. At the same time, the crotch of the slave woman gave way, and it split wide open as the iron ring in her cunt and anus ripped out of her. Her thick guts found the large new opening, and as she pitched forward onto her tits for the second time, the impact caused her intestines to begin to slide out of her. The game bitch attempted to regain her feet, but managed only to get up onto her hands and knees. One of the Barbarians picked up the severed head of the pretty little Ooti, and firmly thrust it into the opening in the kneeling slave's crotch. He buried the head in the bitch's belly, then with his whip lashing her ass, forced the cunt to crawl forward on the sand, dragging her trail of viscera behind her. He forced the defeated slave to crawl into the water, and move out beyond her depth, where she quickly drowned. Slaves were not swimmers, and she was not able to keep herself afloat. Only the floating snake of her intestines marked where the cunt had finished her entertaining last day on earth. Krull stood, his hand still holding the hook from which the headless body of Ooti hung, and he surveyed the beach with satisfaction. The raid had not only been completely successful, but had produced one of the finest bloodbaths of soldiers, sailors, slavers, and slaves that his men had accomplished in many months. The beach was strewn with the carcasses of hundreds of male and female victims of their ferocious fun. The Romans used what the Barbarians considered to be inferior arrows. Although they were well made, straight and strong, they were much too long for marauding warriors to take with them on a long raiding journey. They required long bows, which were impractical for the tactics of swift raider like the Barbarians. Hundreds of such bows, and tens of thousands of Roman arrows had been captured along with these slaves. The men were tiring of the orgy, in that they were satiating their lusting and were nearly exhausted by the debauched sports of the day. They faced a long journey the next day, and were nearly ready to bed down. They wandered among the hundreds of female slaves still alive, most of whom had not had the opportunity to participate in the festivities, and selected likely candidates for brood mares. They paraded the better looking candidates in front of Krull, to let their esteemed chief make his selections. He was shown nearly a hundred voluptuous-looking cunts, bitches who would likely survive the mass-fucking that was required to become a brood mare. He selected a dozen of these to join the stable of human mares who would bear their children for the sustenance of his race. The remainder of the bitches were violently raped by his men, and then returned to the main body of captive females. To dispose of the unused slaves, which was always the conclusion of a Barbaric orgy, the Barbarian soldiers armed themselves with the Romans' long bows, and surrounded the hundreds of women and girls remaining of those they had captured. Each soldier had a quiver stuffed with the long Roman arrows, and when ready, they began to release the deadly shafts into the huddled pack of beautiful horror-crazed bitches. The carnage was incredible. The long shafts had incredible power when driven by the mighty long bows. An arrow that struck one of the larger women a direct hit on her nipple plunged right through her, with only the feather tail showing at her nipple, and nearly a foot length sticking out of her back. Little girls were as vulnerable to the ferocious arrow attack as were the adult slaves. One child took an arrow up her little ass, and the head emerged at the top of her chest, just below her wishbone. As she fell, another shaft hit the side of her hip, and the head emerged through the opposite hip. These marksmen were incredible archers, and they made the most of each shot. Living women were ideal targets,