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Writer: Regis
Subject: LITTLE OOTI, SLAVE CHILD 3
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 3
As the child worked the enhanced nipple in her pretty little educated mouth, she continued to writhe on his penis, fully anally impaled on the monstrous phallus. The olive-skinned darling proved to her new Master she was indeed well schooled in the mysteries of erotic pleasures, and she was earning her keep this night.
The child used her hands to massage and squeeze the large mammary, and was able to milk the breast, nurturing herself on the woman’s ample supply of white nectar. Krull instructed the girl to release her mouth hold on the thick nub, and to spray herself with the woman’s white extract, so that he could watch the slave cunt’s creamy rich milk production being put to good use.
The little girl obeyed, and drew a prodigious shower from the adult slave, who clearly had been wet nursing a child, possibly within the day. When the naked child had soaked her hair and her body in the slave woman’s nutrient, she again took one of the large flesh spigots into her mouth, drawing it in deep and suctioning on it to continue to drain the woman’s essence. The ten-year-old Ooti was nursing like an infant as she writhed on the enormous penis in her colon.
The Master had an instant inspiration. “Bite it off!” Krull commanded her. The slave woman did not speak his language, and had not understood the command. She had no doubt about the child’s resulting action, and her scream of immense horror rang lowdly down the length of the beach.
Without hesitation, little Ooti had complied with her new master’s command, clamping her jaw and digging her teeth into the base of the enlarged nipple with all her strength, and with astounding effect. Krull drove his fist into the screaming slave woman’s face in a mighty blow, and as she jerked back, the huge nipple was ripped off in the child’s mouth.
Ooti grinned, sticking the wet and bleeding morsel out between her pursed lips like a fat cinnamon stick, her spittle dribbling from its tip, as blood appeared between her clenched teeth. It was an obscene gesture, and one fully fitting for her specialized training. Ooti was a beautiful little girl totally without morals, or conscience, as she had never had a role model to provide them.
She had never formed an enduring relationship with anyone, as she had served masters who abused and took rather than preserved life. She had never spent time with anyone for any length of time other than to share a sleeping mat for as much as a week with other children who would finger fuck each other before going to sleep.
She had even changed masters too often to get to know any of them or the many erotic trainers she had learned so much from. Ooti was a spunky child, and she not only understood, but also accepted, and seemed to fully enjoy her base level role in life. She was a slave girl who knew nothing else of life.
She had been fortunate enough to have been given training in providing pleasure, and expecting none in return. She had often been requited to eat fresh excrement directly from the orifices of her masters, their families or other slaves for the amusement of guests, and thought nothing of hurting another slave if she was instructed to do so, for the pleasure of her keepers.
Twice she had been required to kill another child slave, just for the entertainment of her masters. She had done the deed with a smile, and with not an instant of hesitation. Her station was too low for her to even consider the morality of her actions. She had only to obey, and if she did not, she knew she would die.
One of her victims had been a little girl she had shared a mat with in the slave pens. The child had been bound naked, lying along a stout log. Ooti had been given a huge sword that was so heavy she could hardly lift it. She had been told to set the tip of the steel weapon into the little vagina of the bound girl, then to thrust it in its full length.
Getting the big heavy weapon into place was difficult for her, and the men laughed at her naked struggles, masturbating as they watched her pull, tug, and lever the impossibly large weapon up between the bound youth’s legs. She had at last got the sharp tip in line with the quivering little cunny, and with a heave she forced the cold steel abruptly into the tight sex slit.
Her nine-year-old friend screamed at the shock of the sudden invasion of her body, and then she felt the pain. Ooti pushed on the heavy sword, trying to get it into the little girl as quickly as possible, to meet the requirements of killing the bound child as set by her master, while minimizing her little friend’s distress.
She saw nothing wrong in what she was doing, for she was providing her friend with an escape from the burdens of slavery. The great weapon was far too heavy for her to use easily or quickly, and she struggled for more than fifteen minutes to get the broadsword up into and through the torso of the bound and screaming child.
Her master and his guests were greatly entertained as the naked Ooti clambered over the big log to which the child was bound. Ooti straddled it, trying everything she could to force the steel weapon deeper into the writhing body of her young friend. She quickly worked up a sweat, and soon her brown nakedness was a glistening sheen that sparkled as she worked.
The women were particularly delighted with the sight of a little girl struggling to kill another girl, using a huge male weapon. They made several obscene suggestions, including that she work the huge handle of the sword into her own little cunnie. Ooti was too naive to realize this was not a command, and without hesitation, she attempted it.
The task was impossible, but her efforts brought fits of laughter and more obscene comments. Ooti at last discovered that she got the best leverage by sitting on the girl’s belly and pulling the great handle of the sword toward herself. What also helped was the damage that the tip of the weapon did as it was moved around inside the small girl’s invaded sex organ and torso.
She was not permitted to stop until the handle of the weapon touched the naked quim of the little victim, and the bloodied blade stood out of the dead child’s mouth nearly a fore-arm’s length. The other victim Ooti had been commanded to kill was for another master, a Greek. It was at a banquet entertaining slave traders from far to the East.
The Greek banquet was not just a meal, but could last from early afternoon on through the entire night. These three very special visitors had traveled with their large retinue of female slaves from Persia, and wanted to demonstrate to this influential buyer the quality of this special stock of gorgeous naked bitches.
It was an impressive collection of remarkable female creatures, some of them with a quality of nubian beauty never before seen. These black haired human does had been captured and brought from a strange far away land where they burned their dead and then deposited the scotched corpses into the river.
The curious people of this far away land called their river Mother Ganges. The expedition to obtain these incredible slaves had taken nearly two years, and had yielded more than a thousand remarkable females ranging from seven to twenty-two years old. Ooti had listened to the slave traders’ amazing tales with wide eyes.
She had heard with disbelief how these people used wild tigers to hunt buxom young nudes for the entertainment of kings. Ooti’s Greek master enjoyed to include human flesh in his special meals, and he wanted to taste one of these strikingly beautiful brown skinned girls. The one he selected was an exotic from the mysterious land.
She was dark skinned, although not as dark as Ooti. She was no more than fifteen years old, and had a strong nose, like a Roman, but was much more beautiful. She had large dark brown eyes, with natural black lining that accentuated her beauty. Her physical features were extraordinary, with exaggerated round breasts, full buttocks, and an hourglass waist.
Although she could not speak a known language, the Persians said her country was quite civilized in many respects, and this girl was an example of the finest sexual training of the exotic East. Her moves were new and supple, but had a flavor familiar to and favored by the Greeks: she was an acrobat.
As her highly erotic nude dance progressed, she proved to be in fact much more than an acrobat, she was also, like the best trained of the Egyptian dancers, a contortionist with extreme flexibility. The fifteen-year-old erotic dancer also demonstrated that she had gone through what the Persians themselves enjoyed.
She had undergone extensive vagina enlargement. She completed her dance on top of the main dining table, in front of the master, and she proved she was also a contortionist when she planted both of her feet, including the heels, firmly within her remarkably flexible sex cavity, something new to the Greeks who enjoyed it emensely.
The bronze skinned girl’s thumbs were tied together tightly behind her back with a short length of cord, and her spread legs were bound to keep them tightly bent, preventing her from removing her feet from her vagina. A rope was lowered from the ceiling. Its end was bound around the girl’s fat round breasts, and she was raised off the table so that she swung gently by the painful suspension.
Now Ooti was called upon to climb onto the table. The naked Ooti was given a sharp carving knife, and was told to open the dangling girl’s belly. Without hesitation, she thrust the sharp blade into the girl’s upper tummy just below her sternum, and ignoring the incredible piercing screams, pulled the blade sharply downward, ripping open the helpless girl’s smooth brown flesh.
The results were both immediate and startling. Thick tangles of the young woman’s bright colored intestines began to slide out over Ooti’s hands as the child pulled downward with all her strength on the knife’s handle to complete the incredibly cruel and murderous task she had been given.
Although the Persians did not seem to mind, the Greek said he found the guts disgusting, and instructed Ooti to pull them all out, and to cut them off, so that they could be disposed of. The precocious little olive-skinned girl had spent enough time in the kitchens and the slaughter barns to know how to achieve her purpose.
She had often watched evisceration of animals and people, and she knew exactly what was expected. Sure enough, she found the girl from the far-off land to be little different from a pig or a lamb inside. The only difference between what she knew and was instructed to do was that animals were usually killed before they were gutted.
These men found it much more interesting and entertaining to have this remarkable young acrobatic girl gutted while she was still alive. Ooti completed her job, taking only the intestines and stomach, not the organs out of her dangling female victim. The girl was to remain alive to experience all of the atrocities the men had planned for her.
When slaves had cleared away the gutted girl’s viscera, the Greek told Ooti to cut off a large slab of the girl’s belly meat. “You can always tell the quality of a creature by the taste of its bacon”, he said, and the Persians laughed. Ooti was told to cook the steak over the open fire, so she skewered it on a shaft, and held it over coals near the edge, away from the flames, being careful not to let it scorch.
If she ruined this expensive meat, cut directly from the still living girl, she would be herself killed. The human meat sputtered and darkened as it cooked, and the Greek told Ooti to bring it to him before it was overdone. He bit off a chunk, and clearly enjoyed it as he chewed at the succulent morsel.
He carved pieces from it and shared them with the Persians. Then he instructed Ooti to take a flaming brand from the fire and to hold it under one of the dangling gutted girl’s buttocks, to roast it right on her. Ooti did as she was commanded. Because the girl’s feet were still tucked tightly in her vagina, the dangling victim did not pose a threat.
The rope tied around the girl’s tits was pulled so that she was raised high enough to accommodate the torch under her buttocks. The fire under her ass brought out a piercing series of fresh screams from the gutted girl, and her squirming to try to avoid the searing flame caused as much distress to her tortured tits by which she was suspended as she was feeling on her roasting bum meat.
Within moments the large hall was filled with the piercing screams of the cooking girl and then the arousing aroma of live roasting human venison. The three Persian slavers were as anxious as the Greek to get at it. First of all, the ass meat of the swinging girl from the East was judged to have cooked sufficiently.
Ooti was commanded to swing her over to within reach of her Greek master, who caught the tortured human prize, and carved off her ass five thick succulent steaks. He saved the rarest for himself, and passed the others over to his reclining Persian guests. As the men ate the generous morsels, Ooti was told to kill the girl, this time using the large carving knife. The Greek instructed her to climb the hanging bitch, adding her weight on the poor young woman’s incredibly stretched breasts, and to cut off the girl’s head.
Ooti climbed onto the back of the living hollowed carcass, and when she was within reach, she raised the knife to the girl’s slender neck and reached around with it so that she could draw it across the front of the neck as she had seen being done with many female slaves whose time had come.
She knew the girl could not understand her, but said to her “At least they did not force you to eat shit, because they wanted you clean for eating.” The gutted girl remained still as little Ooti spoke, and with a single rapid slash of the sharp carving knife, she slit the girl’s throat, believing this would kill her instantly. It did.
She found the spine more difficult to cut through than she had guessed, but with persistence, ignoring the gushing blood, Ooti completely severed the beautiful fifteen year old’s head, and raised it high to display her triumph. She had committed no crime, but had done as she was bid by her master, the Greek, as part of the entertainment for himself and his guests.
Ooti herself was scheduled to be the victim of an entertainment that same night, as she was to be fucked to death by a large trained bear, but as the event had started, after she was strapped into place on the rough rape bench, the Greek’s island was raided by rogue slavers, pirates who stole their stock and then sold them to legitimate businessmen.
Her young life was saved temporarily, but she was not guaranteed safety with any of her owners. She had come very close to death that time. The bear had been released, and had found and licked up her vagina with its large salivating tongue. The animal was climbing over her when the raiders had burst into the Greek’s large villa and slain the men.
The pirates had taken the rich booty of exotic females as their own slaves, as well as the collection of large wild animals. The raid by the naked pirates, their enormous erections waving in the wind and ejaculating with kills, had been enormously successful, and the pirates, after an orgy of lust and blood, had delivered their slaves to the auction for enormous profit.
Little Ooti had been bought in a block of a score of girls her age, and moved into the home of another brutal master. She was as used to danger and to sexually abusive treatment as any slave could be, and she took the Barbarians’ orgy of death lust in her stride, even as she rode the raging erection of the leader of the dreaded Barbers, while sucking on the large severed nipple she had bitten off the beautiful female slave.
The naked noble woman lay quivering and trembling in the sand beside the fire. Tiny spurts of blood from her injured breast showed the rapid rate of her pounding heart. She knew that once it started with these merciless people, it never ended until the object of their attention, almost always a naked female, was dead.
For her it had started. It had started very badly, with her nipple bitten off, and she know things could only get worse. She was pulled to her feet, and was left standing naked in front of the reclining warrior chief with the little slave girl’s anus riding his erection, shivering in the evening’s heat like a trapped animal.
“Give her back her nipple, Ooti,” Krull said, and the child held the thumb sized object between her teeth, reaching her neck forward for the slave woman to reclaim it. Ooti’s tightly gripping anus slid slightly upward on the warrior chief’s thick penis as she leaned forward, and he readied his short sword, ready to instantly lop off the child’s pretty head if she pulled off him.
The adult bitch got the idea, and with a look of horror and fear, she gingerly reached out and took back from the lips of the profane child her amputated nipple. Krull told the woman to put the thumb-sized nipple up into her anus, and with a moan of revulsion, the bitch did exactly as she was told.
She used her middle finger as a ramrod, and pushed the fleshy nub in as far as her finger would reach. This was a most degrading act for a noble woman. Whenever she carried coins with her to market, they were carried in the anus of one of her slaves. Her most valuable coins and gold nuggets were carried in an oiled pouch with a retrieval string in her own anus or vagina, but it was always put in and retrieved by a slave.
These were recognized erogenous zones, and any form of self-touching was recognized as masturbation. Whenever she felt the urge, or wanted to be seen as a woman of stature, she would have one of her female slaves kneel down on the street so that she could sit on her back, and she would lean back and spread her knees.
She would have another of her trained slaves fondle her decorated cunt and her anus, and from the sexual ministrations of her slave woman, she would enter into squealing orgasmic convulsions. This was a common scene in her city, and people would stop to watch and enjoy the raw carnal pleasure she was receiving from her slave.
She always took with her a pair of specially trained slave girls who carried in their own orifices a personalized set of four novelty dildos whenever she went out shopping. The girls always had the artfully crafted and shaped artificial male organs ready to service their mistress when people she wanted to impress were nearby.
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE