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Writer: Regis
Subject: LITTLE OOTI, SLAVE CHILD 2
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 2
While their fuck-holes were being so brutally invaded, their bare breasts endured horrendously violent and damaging punishment to enhance the man’s orgasm. Favorite spots for fresh entry fucking was in the side of the neck, in the navel, in the side just below the rib cage, and in the groin in the hollow beside the vagina.
Another favored place to create a new fuck hole with their knife was in the tenderloin muscle on the inside of the upper leg, but it was tricky to cut a good cock holster there, and it meant lashing or spiking the bitch’s leg to a plank to hold it still so that the penis could stay planted in the inside of her thigh.
Only the more seasoned warriors used this approach, but it was said to give the greatest pleasure, as even the slightest movement of the leg brought on erotic rapture. The object of intercourse for the Barbarian warriors was to totally dominate the female they used to satisfy the lusting in their loins.
Total submission was usually not enough to satisfy the need for total power. Total conquest usually meant death for the vanquished. The only exception to this harsh treatment was for the herd of human brood mares, fifty-five young women who were selected to become and to remain pregnant.
In addition to a constant pattern of forced and usually violent sexual intercourse, carrying and dropping their foals, and wet nursing, they did all the cooking, found fire wood, made clothing, built the shelters, and they carried provisions like pack mules for the warriors when they traveled, which was most of the time.
When the bitches foaled a female while traveling, the little cuntlet was killed for food for Krull’s favored leaders. Female children were never allowed to live beyond the age of eight, so that they would not become targets for raids. They were useful from the age of four as serving girls, and for the last two years of their brief lives for sexual diversions, but were otherwise considered to be a liability.
They would often capture and sexually play with girls between the ages of eight and fourteen, but never allowed those in this age range to remain alive for more than a few hours. Hoarding bitches in this age range, which was favored throughout the world for sexual pleasures, was to invite raids by otherwise disinterested bands of scavengers and pirates.
Brood mares were selected from groups of captured women, before the raping, pillaging, and killing began. They were, from the time of their capture treated as domestic animals, only were handled more severely and with less respect. These proud men recognized the true value of females, and they acted out their clear understanding in ways that left no doubt in the minds of the inferior sex.
Krull’s men had been nearly a month without a full blown sex and destruction orgy, and this incredible find was all they needed to bring out their best and their worst. It was party time for the bloodthirsty hoard of Barbarians. They built a series of huge fires along the beach, and each of these became a center of brutal bloody action.
Men drifted from one fire to the next, watching or contributing to the mayhem that ensued, which featured the brutalization, torture, and slaughter of the captive women slaves, one by one by one. It was in the creative killing of women the Barbers had patience. They were in no hurry.
Enjoying by producing the deaths of the slave women was their reward for a ferocious battle. The captured bitches were the bounty, and with the exception of the few who would be favored to bear their seed and whelp new Barbarians, they were all doomed to die on this broad bloodied beach.
Krull commanded his men to bring him a little plaything for his penis. A remarkably beautiful ten year old black girl named Ooti was brought to Krull as he lay stretched out on a soft blanket of slave women beside a roaring fire. The child was a Moor, and had a fine golden brown skin that was smooth, soft, and flawless.
Ooti was a well-trained slave girl, perfectly manicured, precociously cute, and she had the most perfect little fold between her slender legs that Krull had ever seen. The pretty child’s delicate little sex lips were lighter than her rich olive skin, and they stood out slightly, curling down from the fine fold at the pink upper tip of the pretty female sex organ.
That pink clam would some day produce a hood her clitoris if she were to live long enough to allow her pretty little cuntlet to mature into a real woman-cunt. As it was, Krull felt the delicate female organ was capable of gratifying his tastes in its present state, so there was little need to contemplate how long she would be permitted to live. The length of her life was of little interest to him.
She spread her knees slightly, and pressed her hips forward in a seductive move, as her previous owners had trained her to do, so that Krull could examine her beautiful genitals with his inquisitive probing fingers. Her vagina was dry, but he rubbed his rough finger gently up and down along the delicate edge of the slightly protruding inner sex lips, and her moisture began to show.
Stimulated by the rubbing, the inner surface of the opening lubricated itself, preparing the way for the insertion of the stout finger, and full penetration of her well educated little fuck slot. Krull inserted his finger, and pushed it in to the full depth of her pouch, so that the tip of his rough digit pressed against the soft pad of her uterus.
He felt the warmth of the young organ, and the tender squeezing action she provided to his invading finger, as well as a subtle and seductive motion of her slender hips as he fingered the warm and moist interior of her sex organ. The Moorish child had already become a shameless little harlot at the tender age of ten. Krull was delighted with her.
The little girl had been trained by expert women and men to use her reproductive and digestive systems, and her entire body, for the pleasure of a man. That was her mandate, and her entire purpose for living. She had only justified her existence in the harem by mastering at an early age the mysteries of debauched sexual pleasure.
Krull commanded her to please him, wanting to taste the ten year old child’s sexual skills before he took her to the next level. She moved over him, and lowered her delicate organ and rectum over the erect head of his enormous penis, tracing wet lines of her sex moisture over the flared head of the monstrous male weapon.
Her delicate flesh petals showed no signs of intimidation or fear at the size of the huge male organ. This perfect petite pleasure child was going to tease him, and Krull was in no hurry. The pretty little Moorish coquette had seen the horrifying and murderous treatment provided to the ill-fated Roman soldiers, sailors, and slavers.
What she had witnessed was much more severe than Ooti had ever seen before when she had changed ownership as a result of such raids. She fully believed those Romans deserved to die. They had been negligent in their duty, probably because they had bought these thousands of female slaves at auction, rather than having earned them with blood.
They had failed herself and the other slave women by providing inadequate protection from these notorious slave raiders. That was a capital crime. How they died was of little consequence to her. She was shocked at the way they were carnally assaulted and sexually tortured, but she had no sympathy for them. She would not fail at her duty.
Ooti had now fallen prey to an unbridled hoard of blood-thirsty cutthroats who derived sexual pleasure not from erotic stimulation, but instead from sadistic sexual violence instincts. The carnal degradation, suffering, and ultimate exciting destruction of both males and females, was the driving force to bring the Barbarians to the point of ejaculation.
It was common practice for marauding armies to loot, rape, and pillage. But that was never enough for the savage warriors of Barbery. They were infamous for going much farther, and for performing the most heinous acts on their victims, then roasting the most prized and succulent looking specimens for their feast.
They had even been known, after a long march and an exhausting battle, for the savage practice of biting off and eating the flesh of live young women and girls. Their raw and excessive brutality was a pure expression of sexual power. They were the ultimate end users of their hapless captives, and their pledge was that after they had tasted carnal pleasure from their victims, male or female, nobody would ever find another use for them.
Ooti was shameless as she lowered herself onto the stout flesh-shaft of Krull’s enormous penis. Her little anus had been well prepared for this kind of abuse, through extensive training with the insertion of training plugs, designed to stretch her little colon and to enhance the flexibility of her pretty puckered anus.
The child had the experience to know the value of moistening the head of the male glans before taking it into her. It made the entry a bit less painful, and allowed her to mask the enormous discomfort at taking into herself the monstrous male weapon. The child was able to take it into herself only because of extensive training.
Krull leaned his elbow on the face, and then moved it down onto the throat of one of the beautiful young women he was lying on, and enjoyed her desperate struggles under him as she slowly strangled to death. One of his men got his mouth over the stream of hot acrid urine that sprayed from the cunt of the dying young woman.
He captured the amber essence of the beautiful bitch’s last piss before she expired. She writhed and strained erotically right up to her death, providing amusement for the warrior chief reclining on her and the men who were watching the interesting use to which he put her. Krull’s attention was focused on the little nymph dancing her colon on his penis, and he hardly noticed when the buxom young lady slumped in death.
Even after she was dead, the full breasts and supple body of the bitch lying between others still alive made a suitable portion of Krull’s human mattress as he fucked into the tight bum of the cooperative slave child.
Krull called for entertainment as he buggered the enticing child, and a couple of his men brought a buxom teenager over to his fire. He told them he wanted to see her suffer, and the lusty men went to work on her. One of them grabbed her ankles, and lifting her upside down, held her legs wide spread. The other man drew a pitch-soaked stick out of the fire, and thrust the end that had not yet ignited into her anus. He blew on the end that was glowing, and it burst into flame.
The beautiful young woman, an elfish Egyptian, had developed an incredible vocal range, and her screams and moans were easily heard well down the beach. These were triggered by terror and by anticipation of her fate, as well as by pain from the rough wood forced into her fundament. The flame burned toward the flesh ring of her anus which tightly gripped the burning stick.
The blazing torch found pockets of pitch in the old stick, and flared into renewed life. The girl’s buttocks began to tan and then redden from the heat, and in another couple of minutes, the dancing flame was blistering the sides of the wide pocket between her buttocks, and then singeing the gripping muscle of her impudent rectum. Her anus was involuntarily hosting the instrument of its destruction.
Krull saw a large iron bar lying on the beach, part of the rigging of a Roman chariot that had been destroyed in the battle. He motioned toward it, and without a word, the men knew what he expected. The stick was quickly burning out, as there was no supply of oxygen inside the girl’s colon. They pulled the burning stick out of her, and replaced it with the end of the thick iron six foot long shaft.
They got the naked girl onto her feet, and forced her to bend forward, with her back to the fire. Then she was forced to back up toward the fire, so that her new iron tail, implanted deeply into her colon, rested in the flames. Gradually the intense heat caused her great discomfort from being too near the flames, but she was forbidden to move away from the fire. Then the heat in the shaft spread inside her. Now she was experiencing real pain.
As the screaming slave-bitch squatted there, roasting her buttocks, legs, and her internal digestive track, the two men pulled flaming brands from the fire and held them under her dangling breasts. They both had to hold her head still as they tortured the poor young lady. Her body fat sputtered and caught fire as she roasted, and she lost her ability to remain standing. She was fading, and after several minutes, the men allowed her to roll onto her back.
First one warrior, and then the other, pushed his flaming stick up into her offered vagina, searing her delicious cuntmeat for Krull. When she was barely conscious, one of the men lifted her by the hair and the other swung his short sword, slicing through her slender neck, cleanly decapitating her. He threw the severed head of the beautiful slavegirl into the fire, and they watched with pleasure as it burst into flame and was consumed. Her remaining carcass spurted jets of blood from the neck-stump for nearly a full minute.
When the pulsing blood spouting diminished, the men thrust their swords through the erotic headless body’s big tits into the chest, and lifted the beautiful firm female carcass over the reclining Krull, lowering the cooked vagina so he could bite out the rare cooked cuntmeat. It was still bloody as he ripped it out with his teeth and chewed the succulent morsel. The teenager’s cuntmeat was cooked just the way he liked it. The girl’s beautiful sex organ had been cooked to perfection while she was alive, and made a delicious treat now that she was dead.
Little Ooti was still bobbing up and down on Krull’s impressive organ, pumping her tightly packed colon on the massive penis, enduring horrible anal pain while smiling at him seductively like a coy little nymphomaniac. She knew that her job was to keep his interest, and that if his interest waned before he fell asleep, he would likely take her life violently to entertain himself. She was a wise little ten year old, and a survivor.
The headless and cuntless female carcass was tossed onto the roaring fire, and more logs were thrown over the crumpled dead bitchmeat. Soon the teenager’s discarded remains as well as the new logs were flaming merrily. The girl had been lucky, as she had died relatively quickly, and in the camp of the Barbarians, a quick death was a blessing. Her only hope had been to die, and she had been granted a relatively easy death. Others would not fare so well, and would suffer the tortures of the damned before this night was over.
The two men moved into the darkness past other fires where bloody sex sports were taking place. They saw a woman lying on her back, being fucked in her cunt and her throat, while two other men disembowelled her. Her training in pleasing men with her sexual charms was being completely wasted on these barbarians, who were not in the least interested in her ability to provide pleasure. They took what they wanted, and what they wanted was for her to experience incredible horrors as they mercilessly raped her.
At another fire a buxom woman had an iron bar thrust through both her bit tits, and she was being lifted to swing by her impaled mammaries. The men had no idea how she would be used, but they were more interested in finding a suitable woman for Lrull than in watching the brutal execution of a tit-swinging bitch.
At a third fire they saw a pair of twelve-year-old girls armed with small knives being forced to fight each other. The children were responding, and were stabbing at each other as if they were sworn enemies. Each had been instructed to get her blade into the other’s hairless cuntlet, where they could do severe damage before it became life-threatening.
Killing the opponent was the object of the sport, but not before providing a great deal of entertainment to their Barbarian captors. Within a few moments the men returned to Krull’s fire with a new sex toy. This was a marvelous creature, a noble woman with voluptuous proportions, and with well-developed charms.
It was the style in many of the port cities where hot and temperate climates permitted nudity as a fashion, to enhance the body parts to generate an erotic and provocative appearance. Her generous vulva lips had been enlarged and crafted to unfold nearly a hand’s length below her neatly trimmed pubic mound, and they flared to reveal the rings that pierced their perimeter.
She had been a very wealthy woman, because when her new slave boys were castrated, their little penises and testicle sacks had been pickled, dried, and pierced. Now they hung suspended by little gold chains from her distended vagina lips, and she wore more than two dozen of these, which dangled like a grotesque fringe between her legs.
Her prize pieces hung from each pussy lip. Hanging well below the little pickled pricks of boys were the intact and fully erect penises of two grown men, complete with the attached scrotum. Her nipples had been worked since childhood, and now the big milkwarts stood out like erect penises. Her well shaped mammaries were very large, full, and firm.
She was a marvelous specimen, with a beautiful face, long auburn hair, a narrow waist, and long shapely legs. Her husband would indeed miss her. Such women were frequently captured while shopping at dock side markets, as they often did their shopping with only a few female slaves with them. This made them an exceptional catch, because the slave girls were also valuable when captured, and they always went with their mistress, even when she was being enslaved herself.
Krull began his session with the gorgeous rich bitch by removing her symbol of power. He grabbed her distended cuntlips, with their fringe of severed boy and men genitals. He pulled on the inner sexmeat as hard as he could, then he slashed off the bizarre distended organ lips with his knife and threw the heinous decoration into the fire. The beautiful naked noble woman screamed, as much from a sense of loss and degradation as from the searing pain.
She had been stripped of what to her was the sign of her wealth and position. In that one simple act, Krull had made her feel like the slave she now was. She was nothing more than a beautiful living object that the men could use to amuse themselves before the next raid. Her purpose in life was to be abused in the most degenerate way the men might wish for her.
She had seen enough of the carnal decadence along the broad beach in the past several hours to know that these Barbarian men were satisfying their endless lust for hot bitch blood, and that her remaining life could at best be numbered in hours, not days, weeks or years. A light sprinkle of her blood dripped from what remained of the Noble slave-woman’s severed cuntlips.
They were now reduced to normal size. They had been “educated” to the excessive size through hundreds of hours of finger manipulation by her slaves, who had stretched and shaped the delicate flesh petals into the large and dangling leaves on which she had displayed the severed sex organs of her male slaves.
Now her femininity had been reduce to what was seen on a common woman. Without he impressive extension of her vulva lips, she had might as well be clothed. Krull instructed her to bend forward, and told Ooti, who was still riding his penis with her anus, to suck on one of the noble woman’s thick and elongated nipples.
The child did as she was bid, drawing the huge nipple into her mouth as if it were a penis. Ooti had been trained from the age of three to provide erotic penile simulation to her trainers and master with her entire body, most particularly with her mouth, and she had learned to overcome her gag reflex.
She could take the raging erection of a fully grown male down her throat, and she found the nipple no larger than a twelve-year-old boy’s sex root. Krull watched the child with interest as she sensuously mouthed the distinctive slave woman’s enlarged nipple as if she were stimulating it to ejaculation.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO