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Writer: Regis
Subject: LITTLE OOTI, SLAVE CHILD 4
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 4
It was not uncommon on a market afternoon to have half a dozen wealthy women sitting on slave girls in the public square, taking in large dildos or being fist fucked, and squealing with orgasmic delight as they were being serviced by their erotic little slave girls, while never daring to touch themselves.
It was a serious ritual for these socialites to compete with each other for the attention of passers-by. They took with them their specially trained sex slaves to arouse them, to ensure they would not have to resort to fake orgasm. That would be a social disaster if it were ever noticed that the noble woman was not truly experiencing a sexual climax during her public erotic performance.
On the other hand, to touch themselves sexually was definitely an act below the dignity of women of their social standing. Only the middle and lower classes would actually masturbate, and then only in private, or at the moment of a kill at a public execution. These occurred daily in the public square, providing ample opportunity.
Forcing a woman of her social standing to touch her own organs while others watched was a cruel and unusual punishment, and she was sure she would not survive the nasty experience. In the meantime, Krull was satisfied he was providing the woman with an appropriately deep level of humiliation.
She could easily and willingly do whatever she was bid before a man, for that was the purpose of women, but to be forced do this debasing thing before a little slave girl was totally degrading. Ooti grinned with a bright smile at the noble woman, fully aware of the debasement her act represented.
Ooti increased her bouncing and her squeezing action on the large phallus of the ferocious warrior as she felt the massive male organ beginning to relax inside her anus. She knew instinctively and from her extensive training how to maintain an erection for the men she serviced. As she worked the impaling organ, she watched the slave woman’s long middle finger slide deep into her own rectum and then twist.
He thrust in its full length, planting the severed nipple as deeply as possible into her self-violated colon. Ooti loved the humiliation being forced on the slave woman in front of her. It was a rare treat to be given the honor of contributing to the debasement of such a senior slave by witnessing her being forced to touch herself erotically.
The woman was being brought down to Ooti’s level by such a simple act. It was one of the few real pleasures she had been allowed in her short life. The woman was to die for the chief of the Barbarian raiders, being reduced to the level of a low, not a high slave. There was some justice in this world.
Krull grabbed Ooti around her slender neck, and used that firm hold to pump the child up and down on his erection. He wanted more from her, and she responded immediately, using her educated colon to provide a milking action on the enormous invading male sex shaft, and using her lean legs to move herself up and down in the fashion Krull was demonstrating.
The erotic little black girl’s incredible anal action on the rigid penis shaft had momentarily distracted the big warrior chief from the beautiful slave bitch he was in the process of destroying. This little black slave girl was more skilful than any little girls Krull had ever had, and he had taken hundreds of children onto his penis. He decided he would give her a violent death fitting for such a marvelous little cock pleaser.
Krull instructed two of his burly men to lift the adult slave bitch off the ground. One held her left ankle and wrist while the other grabbed her by the right ankle and wrist, and they pulled her spread-eagled for him, stretching her to the point of enormous discomfort, and presenting her gaping cunt as a fitting target for Krull’s long snaking woman whip.
This monstrous whip was no ordinary punishment weapon. It was fashioned from the inner loin muscle from the legs of thirty tall women, with meat stripped from them while they were alive and then dried in the sun, to provide the material for this weapon. The rest of the beautiful Amazon bitches was not wasted: their firm breasts and cunts adorned the shields of Krull’s fierce warriors during their next raid, terrifying the army they attacked, and giving them an added advantage.
The men of the army they attacked cowered at the sight of the ferocious warriors, and the Barbarian swords slashed unchallenged through the limbs, bodies and necks of the soldiers and of the slave women they were so senselessly defending. The rest of the meat of the Amazons, who had donated leg muscle to provide material for the whips, was eaten after the mutilated bitches were roasted alive over open fires for a victory celebration feast.
The long narrow muscle had been stripped from living women’s inner thighs before their cunts and tits were removed as shield decorations, then the selected loin meat was dried for several days in the sun. The dried leather was chewed by female slaves to soften it, then rolled into balls which were stuffed into and carried in the vaginas of these slaves for several more days.
During that time the slave women were force-fucked regularly by adolescent boys, to ensure the moisture level was maintained in their wombs with the injection of the boys’ semen. This warm moist environment made the human leather supple enough to be worked by the whip maker.
Krull had used the remarkable woman whip over the years on the resilient flesh of hundreds of screaming women. He had attained a level of mastery with the weapon that was awesome to behold. Now the twenty-foot whip was so effective in the hands of its powerful owner that he could easily manipulate it at will while reclining with a ten year old naked nymph riding his penis with her well educated anus and colon.
Krull lashed out at the stretched slave bitch’s unwillingly offered sex organ, and the noble woman screamed as the slender end of the tightly woven leather whip slashed across her injured sex meat. The blow was telling. It split the flesh as it angled across her swollen pubic mound. Drops of blood splashed out from the force of the mighty blow to her delicate sex meat. This was just the first of many such damaging blows she was to receive.
Before he was done, the proud bitch would be hysterically begging him to kill her. Krull loved to be in total control not only of his slave women’s lives, but also of their deaths. She had been whipped often by her husband, but only as a sign of how he valued her as his personal property.
She would be lashed to a beam in the great hall of their home when he had visiting dignitaries, where he would demonstrate his total control over his wife as he disciplined her for them. It was an amusing way to pass an evening, but served the more important purpose of showing his power over such a magnificent woman. To mark the flesh of his wife before consequential visitors was to show his standing in the community.
Her husband had used a weapon designed to bruise her and raise welts on her tender hide as marks of his ownership and dominance, not to split the flesh and do lasting damage to her smooth and supple hide, as this monstrous whip was now doing. This whip was a cunt killer, and the noble woman, reduced to a common slave, now realized that this whipping was different.
It was not merely to establish and demonstrate dominance of a man over a woman: she was receiving more telling attention: she was being whipped to death. The voluptuous female body danced in a lively bucking motion to the beat of the whip as she was held aloft in the horizontal spread-eagled position by the two powerful warriors.
The two men holding her in their powerful grip knew that this was how Krull liked to whip his women, and they were taking an active part in her suffering and impending total destruction. She was here for one purpose only, and that was to die screaming for the enjoyment of her evil captors.
At that very moment, a short distance down the beach, a group of Barbarian revellers had tied the left ankle of a buxom teenager to the tail of a large stallion, and her right ankle to the animal’s testicles. A violent slap on the beast’s hip got the brutal action going. The horse bucked, leaping and twisting as it kicked violently with its rear legs.
With every kick backward, the bound bitch took an incredible beating from the animals thrashing back legs. With every ferrocious kick of the bucking hooves her leg jerked on the beast’s gonads, causing more severe bucking. Her belly, breasts, and her cunt took several direct violent hits from the angrily pounding hooves, and the resulting damage was incredible.
The men laughed with delight as her bulging breasts bounced from the devastating beating. The damage was so intense that the screaming bitch was virtually kicked apart by the pounding hooves. The action was so violent that her pieces were soon strewn all over the area. When the large handsome animal finally galloped away, only the girl’s legs remained, flopping behind independently with the rapid bouncing motion.
The men celebrating their victory with this orgy of extreme sexual abuse to their captives were so delighted with their invention that they found a mare, and a ripely pregnant teen. The horse still wore part of its harness, and the merciless men forced the girl’s entire head into the stressed animal’s large but tight vagina.
They bound her wrists to the harness, ensuring that the young pregnant girl’s head would remain securely planted in the awful and smothering fuck chute of the mare. The big female horse was held on a long tether, so that the revellers could enjoy the sight of the girl under attack of the animal’s driving hooves.
The bucking and kicking action soon had the girl’s infant sliding down the birthing chute, and when the sprog’s head and shoulders emerged from the girl’s spread cunt, it also was a target of the flashing hooves. The newborn baby, only half emerged, lost an arm to the violent kicking, then its jaw was broken, and in moments the infant’s head was smashed.
This was incredibly creative torture. They had arranged it so that fresh baby brains were soon splattered over the beach. This drew roars of laughter from the violence-crazed hoard of merciless male revellers. It was difficult to tell when the mother died, because her naked body bucked with the bucking of the horse.
Vicious whips lashed at the bitch and the horse’s ass, keeping the action hot and heavy. Her tangled umbilical cord flashed like a whip between her legs as the child popped out of her cunt and fell away from her, ripping itself off the thick twisted cord. The horse’s kicking hooves actually dug into her meat and broke her legs with the ferocious kicking.
She was flopping like a broken rag doll, her head still securely buried in the womb of the animal. In its sudden panic, the horse actually kicked the young girl in half, and her upper half was still attached with entrails streaming behind when the mare broke its tether and galloped off along the beach.
Ooti shivered as she saw the animal thundering past, with the remains of the young woman caught in the mare’s cunt. As the panicked beast galloped by, it broke again into bucking, and kicked the top half of the bitch off, leaving only the upper arms still attached to the harness, and the stump of the bitches neck sticking out of its cunt.
The mare’s womb had contracted in the struggle, and now so tightly gripped the girl’s head that it had remained planted as the upper body was kicked away. In a few hours the mare’s highly stressed and fully packed womb would relax, she would apply pressure to expel the foreign object, and then she would give birth to a human head!
That blessed and highly novel event would provide a great deal of fun and entertainment for whoever was in the area to see it happen. The mare was captured so that she would not be alone when she ejected the severed head of the lovely young slave girl. That would be a sight that should not be missed.
Ooti turned herself on the impaling penis in her anus, so that she was facing the reclining Krull. She lay forward along his belly, so that her head rested on his massive chest. In this position her moist little cuntlet was pressed firmly against the heavy bush of tight black curls that surrounded his enormous shaft.
She liked the feel of a man’s pubic hair against the delicate skin of her little vagina lips. She could just feel his skin through the hair with her sensitive female organ. Her sex organ was naked, not yet able to grow hair. The dissimilar texture of the contacting flesh provided an intimate kiss, the kind that reminded her of the total power her male master held over her.
Such a reminder reassured her of her position in life. She was a sex slave, and her role was to give totally of herself for the pleasure of her master, whoever that might be at any given time. She was fully prepared to serve in any way that pleased her master, even to giving up her life for his enjoyment.
She knew that she would fear and try to avoid death when she faced it, but she also knew that her struggles to live and her expressions of agony and horror would add to her master’s enjoyment when the time came. The sun had set, and the heat of the day began to slowly diminish. Krull’s attack on the stretched slave woman with the special woman whip was having the desired effect.
Her screams announced the progress he had made from his reclining position. The whip had laid open her vagina, and her entrails were now oozing out through the destroyed female organ. He was losing interest in her as her screams faded, and he instructed the men holding her to brake her limbs and to lay her onto the roaring fire.
That is what they did. The incredibly violently tortured bitch renewed her screams as she was laid tits up on the dancing fire, and with her limbs broken, she was not able to crawl off the blazing inferno she lay upon. Her hair caught fire first, and quickly her flesh began to sputter and then burn in the intense heat.
The lady became fuel, and joined the logs in throwing a brilliant glare as darkness began to set in. At this part of the great sea, and in this season, it would be a few hours before dawn before there would be any chill at all, but the light and heat of the fire fed the passion of the violent orgy of sex and death.
Some of the men had collected large logs, and they built a crude but solid suspension rack, with a long log suspended twelve feet off the ground horizontally, supported by a tripod of logs at either end. Six naked young slave women were brought forward to entertain the men with the dance of death.
The game was quite simple: ropes were thrown over the elevated log, and a noose was made on the end of each. Each noose was slid over the head of a girl and was then drawn snug. When all were ready, the ropes were pulled so that the girls were drawn well off the ground, then the ropes were tied off.
The limbs of the naked young women were left free to allow them to kick and to desperately attempt to free themselves, an impossible but entertaining effort. The nude girls danced feverishly, struggling with their fingers to loosen the knots, while their kicking and struggling caused the knots to tighten.
The tight ropes dug into their slender necks, putting pressure on the arteries and reducing the flow of blood to the brain. Their horrified faces gradually turned crimson, and their eyes bulged. All of them lost bladder control, so that they sprayed the beach with their urine as they spun on their ropes.
The amazing girls kept up their futile struggles for more than a quarter of an hour, but in a losing cause. As they at last faded, they also lost fundament control, and the dying girls shit for their rowdy male audience. Ooti squealed with delight at the obscene performance. A sword was thrust up the cunt and right through the torso of each girl while she was in her last quivering moment, and to get them down, the men whacked off their heads below the noose.
Ooti squealed with delight at the violence, and she increased the tempo of her bouncing on the Raider Warrior’s penis to a dangerous level. She saw the folly of her ways and slowed the movement, not wanting the great man to deposit his sperm in her colon. She knew that if she brought him to orgasm and ejaculation before he wished it, her head would quickly join those of the girls, rolling disembodied on the beach.
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR