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Writer: Regis
Subject: LITTLE OOTI, SLAVE CHILD 1
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Synopsis: The people of Barbary in North Africa sailed the Mediterranean Sea to scourge the southern European continent of its black and white slaves, as well as taking what they chose of the white population to enslave, often for the pleasurable pastime of impaling, ripping, disembowelling and butchering them, or simply exercising power over them by decapitating any they felt like killing. It was all just for sport and entertainment, as they gave no value to the lives of those they captured. Little Ooti was a slave herself, the ten-year-old Nubian child one of hundreds aboard Roman slave ships captured in a cove where the sailors had taken refuge for the night, to rest, and restore their supply of fresh water. The raid had come by surprise, and the sailors were the first to suffer, when they would lose their gonads in violent sports before being killed, setting the stage for the destruction of their hundreds of naked captives.
Little Ooti, Slave Child 1
The raids on the Roman camps had been more productive than Krull the Barbarian could have imagined possible. He had heard that several large Roman slave ships had arrived at the small natural harbor to replenish fresh water supplies, and that the ships were heavily laden with a full cargo of cunts.
He could, however, never have guessed the incredible numbers of cunts they brought, nor that nearly all of the slaves would be voluptuous women and beautiful young harem-trained girls, as well as toddlers up to pre-teen girls ready for training, selected at the very best of slave auctions. These were the best examples of females available anywhere in the entire wide-spread Roman Empire.
The incredible stock of more than two thousand prime cunts were bound for Brittany, in preparation for the first ever visit to the islands by a ruling Caesar. The slow responding Roman sailors and guards had been mercilessly slaughtered by the hoard of Barbers that swarmed down into the large cove in a sudden and daring brutal raid.
Some in the initial swift defeat was due to surprise, which saw the site quickly conquered, and the remainder in the orgy of violent castrations and death sports that followed. The warriors of Barbery were infamous for their brutal cruelty to captives, and their reputation for gross sexual brutality was well earned.
All of the surviving males were first anally raped, which took the better part of the morning, then the unfortunate survivors of the raid were used for violent and deadly blood-sport by Krull’s men. One favorite event pitted a pair of sturdy lads against each other in a violent groin kicking contest.
Before they began, both contestants had their arms chopped off to prevent them from cheating by punching or wrestling. Course cords were tied tightly around the short stumps to reduce the bleeding, to ensure they would not bleed to death before their full entertainment value in the bizarre and brutal contest had been realized.
The object of the violent game was simple: each nude contestant, in order to avoid also having his legs chopped off, was required to crush his opponent’s testicles by kicking at them as hard as he could, while attempting to avoid suffering a similar fate. They willingly participated, knowing they were likely to be killed when done.
It was an incredible sight to see sound young men, in the prime of life, with their perfectly good arms cut off, attempting to pulverize each other’s gonads for the entertainment of their conquerors. Even more amazing was that all of the young men forced to participate in this incredibly brutal contest were so sexually stimulated by the event that they sported raging erections.
The captive contestants were openly weeping, and some were shaking uncontrollably, but they were also enormously aggressive in their assaults on their opponents, hoping to somehow save what remained of their suddenly miserable lives. All they could do was hope, as hopeless as the situation had become.
Ten pair of freshly amputated naked young Roman soldiers fought simultaneously along the beach, encircled by unruly groups of the victorious and rowdy Barbers, who’s crude clamor was not loud enough to hide the screams of agony as vicious ball-crushing blows from march-hardened feet struck home.
They fought brutally and valiantly, dealing excessive harm to their fellow-soldiers. Their cooperation in participating in the horrific fights earned them nothing. Merciless and violent impalement up the ass with a stout spear, and then beheading, was the only reward for both contestants, winner and loser.
Another event that usually followed the first was called simply Cock & Balls. Two men had a long leather thong tied to them, one had the tough leather strap tied tightly around the base of his penis, while the other had his scrotum tied off. They were placed standing close together back-to-back, their scrotums tied together.
The other end of the twenty-foot cords tied tightly to their genitals were bound together. On a signal, the lash of whips across their buttocks encouraged the terrified men to run screaming away from each other at top speed. Their actual separation speed was in fact double their running speed.
It was in fact sufficient that when the forty foot long line suddenly snapped tight, one of the swift runners usually lost his fat prick while the other man was neatly castrated. There were two novel and astounding variations of this brutal event played following the raid, because there were so many Roman captives to dispose of.
In the first blood-thirsty and gender-destroying event, a dozen men and boys who were sound of body were lined up behind a team of four swift horses, and their genitals were tied in the fashion of those who had already suffered castration, with both their penises and scrotums secured in a tight loop with one end of the long leather thongs.
Curiously, for all of these bloodthirsty events, the unwilling participants always produced raging erections. The other end of the cords were secured to the teams’ harness. Horses were so much more powerful than men, and the result were guaranteed to be totally devastating for the men and boys linked to the beasts by their gonads.
On a signal, long lashing whips were liberally applied to the bare asses of the men and the beasts, and they all set off with an explosive start, running at break-neck speed in the same direction down the beach. Unfortunately, there was great discrepancy in speed between the humans and the horses.
One by one the men and boys stumbled, with catastrophic results for their manhood. Their entire assembly of external sex equipment was ripped from them to fly in the air, to the laughter of the spectators. Soon the horses ran with the cords behind them bouncing, with severed male sex organs securely attached at the far end.
In the second event in which horses were used, the men stood in a long row, and the other end of the cord knotted about their external sex organs was strung to an overturned Roman chariot. Like the first group, the flaccid penises of these men grew to raging erections under the strain of the binding cords.
The captive Roman soldiers, ranging in age from mid-teens to seasoned men in their late thirties, were forced to back up until their long cord swung in the air between their bound sex equipment and the chariot. Several of the Barbarian raiders moved along behind them with their whips, forcing them to lean backward.
By doing so, they drew the cords tight and put some pressure on their raging pricks and bulging balls. When all were ready, a team of horses was galloped between them and the chariot, and most of them ejaculated at the moment their bound gonads were cleanly ripped out by the roots.
Another brutal entertainment used on captive soldiers was a forced masturbation contest. This was the most humiliating competition of all. Ten muscular men were stripped naked, and forced to gather around a pair of voluptuous naked slave-women, who were forced to lie on the sand and with the persuasion of flailing whips, to perform passionate oral sex on each other.
The women complied, writhing erotically as they attacked each other’s cunt with her mouth. The men stood around them, their penises rising to erection with the lewd action, and were commanded to masturbate until they were able to ejaculate, and shower the women with their squirting sperm.
Any man who was not quickly producing jets of his thick cream felt a sword slide between his legs from behind, and in seconds he was a eunuch if he did not respond by spurting gobs of semen over the writhing naked bitches. In less than five minutes there were half a dozen severed penises and testicle sacks on the sand around the naked slave women.
Fresh talent was added to replace those captive Roman soldiers who had given up their sex organs, and the contest was repeated, with those men who had been successful forced to continue to participate in the bizarre game. Amazingly, some of the men who had produced sperm early were sufficiently driven they brought forth more of their slimy spunk.
The nude women were forced to insert the severed penises into their wombs and their rectums. Then, as they lay tits-up, panting with exhaustion from their active ordeal, the beautiful bitches’ bellies were sliced open and they were gutted alive, which brought further ejaculations from the aroused contestants.
The castrated men were pushed onto their backs and their arms and legs were chopped off, leaving them to die with four bleeding stumps. Those who had produced sufficient sperm to retain their gonads either took a Barbarian broadsword driven up their asses, or were disembowelled alive like the ladies before they were mercifully beheaded by their otherwise merciless captors.
As the long afternoon of barbarous and destructive entertainment progressed, the entire beach area became strewn with writhing naked men, lacking their male equipment and limbs, as a result of their participation in the variety of monstrous castration sports. Few of the castrated men regained their feet, but the youngest Barbers were given the opportunity to practice all of their battle skills.
These were boys who had reached the age of ten were old enough to sport little erections, but had yet to grow pubic hair. They moved along the beach, swinging their axes, downing those few who stood, lopping off sound limbs, gashing open tight bellies, and then decapitating their screaming male victims.
Killing the subdued and disarmed Roman soldiers was boys work, and was good practice for the youths, preparing them for vicious hand to hand battle by building their lust for spilling guts and blood. It hardened them so they would wade fearlessly into battle.
The boys were veterans of several bloody campaigns on this trip alone, and were strong enough to hack through a thick neck with just a few well-placed blows. This type of training experience made superior soldiers of the men of Barbery, and made the very word Barbarian one to be feared. Their little erections were rigid, their balls swung free, and with every kill they ejaculated.
Krull’s army consisted of eighty men, a dozen young apprentice soldiers not yet sixteen, and two dozen young boys who had killed the fallen soldiers. The rugged troop had easily taken a camp of more than three hundred Roman sailors, soldiers and slavers, with the loss of only six lives, four of them young inexperienced boys who had got too close to the action.
The great warrior Krull was both capable and feared, and with good reason. When he conducted a raid, his victory was always complete, as he left no survivors. It was a lesson the Romans were slow to learn. As the young boys worked their way through the survivors, dispatching them with the ferocity of experienced warriors, the rest of Krull’s men moved the slave women and girls off the ships.
They looted and pillaged the vessels, then set them afire. The men were astounded at the incredible beauty and the numbers of the females they had captured. They were worth a fortune if they were to be ransomed, but the Barbers traded with nobody. They took what they wanted, and had robbed Ceasar of his most prized harem.
Half of the he women and girls were set aside into a quickly assembled holding pen, which required no sturdy structure, as the guards and their whips were all that was necessary to keep the females captive. The others were all gang raped by the barbarous raiders in long and satisfying orgy that lasted through the afternoon, evening, and all of the long night.
When a man ejaculated, he would pull out, wipe his cum-slicked penis off on the woman he had raped, then fall into a brief but deep sleep. When he awoke, he was ready to take on another gripping cunt or cum-slicked rectum, or plumb the depts of the immature, and sometimes unopened pussy of a little girl.
Anything that could house a rutting cock did, and so it continued, with each of the outrageous raiders getting half a dozen brief but restful sleeps throughout the night, and as much raw sex as they could wish for. The slave women received no such respite. They had also learned the rewards of face-fucking females, and regularly did.
As dawn broke, each Barbarian man and boy took a female and deeply encunted her with his shaft, or buggered her, according to his taste. On a signal from the mighty Krull, each of the men plunged his knife into the female he was fucking, skillfully driving the blade through her left breast (if she was old enough to have breasts), between the ribs and into her heart, killing her immediately.
Slaughter of the women and girls in this way was the traditional way to end an orgy, and it was considered good luck for the sexually satiated men to free so many gentle spirits at the same time. It would bring them good luck in their next raid. With morning, the men were ready for the next level of their bloody sports.
It was time for fun with the females who had been set aside in the large makeshift pens. Before they could begin, the defeated Captain of the Roman army was brought before Krull. He had been saved until all of his men had been slaughtered, and carefully guarded through the night. He remained in his full battle dress.
That was the only dignity afforded him. It was best for the victors that he be in the foreground, to witness his entire army being destroyed. The man was, like his captor Krull, a true warrior, and it was a necessary ritual that he be totally crushed by his conqueror. That included losing his manhood before his captors.
The Roman was held by two of Krull’s most powerful guards, while a third and fourth stripped him naked before his conqueror, throwing his armor and uniform to the watching rabble of Barbarian warriors. He was a large, rugged man with incredible muscle tone. Every sinew and muscle rippled under his sleek skin.
He had no fat. He was a remarkable find, worthy of a full ceremonial execution. A beautiful young slave woman knelt before him, took his penis into her mouth, and skilfully encouraged the considerable male member to stand at rigid attention with the eroitic movement of her lips and her skilled tongue.
The young slave girl was so excited at the violent events of the afternoon and at being selected to take part in the execution, to service the impressive sex organ of the conquered leader of the Roman army, a man who had been her master only hours before, that she lost bladder control, and urinated a prodigious stream onto the sand as she took the naked warrior’s full erection into her throat.
This was an honor she could hardly believe she had been given. He was an imposing man in every way. It took both the slave girl’s hands to cup his free-swinging testicles. When she released them, it was clear that the man was not only a soldier, but with the length and girth of his imposing flesh weapon, was also an impressive stud.
The Roman was forced to squat on the ground, with his knees wide spread. His wrists were bound behind him, rendering him harmless, and then straps were used to bind his ankles to his upper legs, keeping them tightly bent so that he could not stand. The naked Roman warrior was perfectly restrained and ready to be humiliated.
Now Krull stood and walked around his vanquished Captain, inspecting this marvelous male specimen. He was pleased to have defeated such a striking foe. It was the ultimate victory to conquer such a leader. He used the flat of his sword to slap the man’s buttocks, striking him so hard that he raised angry red welts on the naked male flesh.
The fierce blows forced the bound nude warrior to move raised up on his toes, on which he was precariously balanced on the sand.
Krull was skilfully and with purpose manoeuvring his prized kneeling captive so that his feet opposed each other with his legs spread, and his testicles swung between his raised heels. When he had the Roman in exactly the right position, he placed the tip of his sword into the curls of the Roman General’s hairy chest, and gently pushed.
The defeated warrior struggled to maintain his balance, but at last fell over backward, and the action brought his heals crashing together. That single movement completely and efficiently crushed his testicles in their scrotum with the force of his own weight.
Strangely, the destruction of his gonads drove a last gush of semen from the warrior’s penis, which landed on his face. The guards lifted the vanquished Roman General back up onto his feet in the forced crouching position, with his destroyed testicles dangling as flattened pulp in their flesh sack.
His penis had deflated, but was still impressive as it dangled from his shiny puff of dark pubic curls. Even in this moment of total defeat and humiliation, the great warrior was impressive. Krull further humiliated his captive by pissing on his face, washing away the sticky semen. Then with a single blow of his great sword, he decapitated the squatting naked and totally defeated warrior.
This was a fitting end for a man who had lost such a great fortune in slaves, and had also lost a great battalion of soldiers. No mercy was due a Roman General who could not properly protect Ceasar’s property. When news of this defeat and loss of human property got back to Rome, another assemblage of of captive females would have to be hastily put together so that the trip to Britany would not be a total waste of the mighty Ceasar’s time.
Thirty of the plumper white women were separated out of the pack of luscious cunts, their bellies were slit open, and the beautiful screaming bitches were gutted alive. When they were properly prepared, the shapely bitches were impaled on skewers, and were set on spits to roast over open fires, to feed the hoard of hungry warriors.
This was not only more expedient than hunting game, but provided a ready and ample supply of tasty succulent female flesh, considered a rare delicacy in some parts of the civilized world. The taste of a plump woman roasted alive, cooked to perfection over an open fire, surpassed the taste of fresh venison, in the minds of the Barbers.
These men lived for the dominance of flesh. Although the eating of men was considered cannibalism and was done only in emergency situations, they believed the roasted flesh of captured women made the perfect feast. As the fucking and feasting progressed, so did the blood lust of the savage killers, and they brought out their new steel weapons, which were captured from the Romans.
In the two hundred years since the Romans had introduced their new calendar, the Barbarians had found that the improved alloys and design of weapons meant the edges were keener, and that the weapons held their sharpness longer, before they were too dull to use in battle, and were passed along to the young boys for the deadly war games they waged on both male and female slave children.
The slaves were provided with dull wooden weapons to help the boys get used to facing foes that were armed. The training proved to be valuable for the brave little boys of Barbery, but were deadly for the slave boys and girls. The men would watch and coach the boys on the finer arts of battle and slaughter.
Krull’s men had learned the pleasures to be experienced in the depths of their loins when they tortured or killed their sex partners in the moment before ejaculation. The contractions of the bitch’s muscles brought great milking spasms as they gripped the invading penis, whether it was planted in the throat, the vagina, the anus, or deep in a new portal cut into the meat of the female victim.
The breasts were the only part of the body that did not respond to torture by gripping a penis thrust into a stab wound in them, but the bouncing mammaries did make excellent subjects for torture. The lovely bitches would always writhe in an erotic and stimulating dance of agony on the invading male sex organ.
THE END OF CHAPTER ONE