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Writer: Regis
Subject: LITTLE OOTI, SLAVE CHILD 5
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 5
“Bring some real women!” Krull bellowed, and in moments his men brought forward four voluptuous creatures. These were white cunts, quivering deliciously with dread. One of them was ripely pregnant. A black-haired beauty with an hour glass waist and large full breasts was strung up, her wrists held in the ropes that had been used moments earlier to hang the younger women.
The ropes were stretched tight, pulling her arms out at an angle until she was forced to stand on her tip toes to carry her own weight. This posture did not sufficiently expose the fullness of her ripe cunt, so her legs were stretched out sideways as well. Then her ankles were tied do stakes driven into the sand, so that now her lower lips stood open to the view of her many male admirers.
The bitch was now suspended in mid air, totally at the mercy of her captors. Unfortunately, her Barbarian owners were not known for their mercy, and they were displaying none today. Although they had not yet damaged her, she knew she was now nothing but dead meat to them. Now it was show time.
The mightiest of the Barbarians came forward, a man Krull called Gor. The giant was a fearsome sight. He had thrust the severed head of a young woman onto his penis, driving the head up through the neck and out the mouth, which was held in the shape of a scream. It looked like she was sucking his cock from the wrong end of his stout shaft
The head of the male weapon stood out of the mouth on the amputated head, and curved up like an obscene tongue. Fresh blood was dripping over his balls from the female head, and Ooti recognized the face as that of one of the girls who had just been hanged. Ooti bounced on Krull’s penis in excitement as she saw the enormous double-edged sword Gor carried.
It was an incredible weapon, so large that only a man of Gor’s size and strength could wield it. In his belt Gor carried a curved bladed Turkish gutting knife, the kind she had so often seen used for eviscerating fresh killed game or live women, and occasionally naked little girls. Ooti’s excitement helped her keep Krull’s attention and the arousal of his huge penis planted in her colon.
The orgy of death was getting more exciting now that it was time for some creative slave bitch butchery. She could hardly wait to see how this beautiful woman would get to stain the sand with her blood. The giant raised his sword, holding it high over his head for effect, then with a mighty swing he brought it down on the strung-up bitch’s leg just below the hip, and with devastating effect.
The blow was so powerful that the sword cut cleanly through the thickest part of the limb, including the body’s thickest bone, severing it completely. The amputated leg fell to the ground where it was anchored, and the woman screamed out her horror at the incredibly violent mutilation. She twisted, the thick bleeding stump jetting out streams of her blood.
She was hysterical as the great broadsword was again raised and poised over her. With a second mighty swing, the dreadful sword descended. The bitch now swung by her arms, and she was twenty-five pounds lighter. Her piss joined that of the girls who had been hanged, and it quickly soaked into the sand, joined by jets of her blood that sprayed from her pretty cunt.
The second cunt was strung up as the swordsman Gor grabbed a six-foot-long stake and thrust one of the pointed ends into the legless bitch’s anus. She warbled an agonizingly mad scream as the thick shaft was driven up more than two feet into her torso, impaling her writing naked body on it.
Now Gor used the sword to lop off the bitch’s arms, and he planted the other end of the shaft buried in her ass into the sand, leaving the amputated bitch torso as a displayed trophy. She lasted only another few minutes, but the men enjoying her death found her dead carcass to be as attractive as her trembling body when she was alive.
The cunt with her head shaved clean was told to lift her arms high over her head. She looked at the woman who was the second to be strung up, expecting that the suspended woman would be next to face the monstrous sword. She knew better than to argue with the giant Barbarian, and she lifted her arms as she had been told.
He lifted the sword, and pressed the tip against one of the woman’s nipples. He put a steady pressure on the weapon, and pressed the large mammary inward so that it bulged painfully. He gave the sword an extra push, so that the sharp tip split her nipple. Then he pressed the tip against the other nipple, and sliced it horizontally. Her blood dripped from the woman’s damaged twin milkwarts.
She stood there, a remarkable figure, completely unrestrained, yet totally in the control of the sadistic butcher. It was carnal carnival time. In the eyes of their captors, these naked women were not even at the level of domestic animals: they were living meat, and their status was being changed from living to dead meat.
This was done just for the sexual pleasure derived from the violence of their deaths. The Barbarians were interested in seeing the blood of these captive women spilled, and their last moments on Earth filled with horror. Ooti had seen enough of this kind of extreme sexual violence to be immune from it, and she found it as exciting as did her captors.
The young slave child knew no other form of entertainment. She watched with excitement the total subjugation of the woman who stood nude before the giant Barbarian Gor. She quivered in terror with her head bowed. She knew her time had come to die a horrible death for the amusement of her captors.
Gor spread his feet in the sand to brace himself, leveled the sword out to his right, moved it back so that it pointed behind him, then with an incredible single swing of the massive lethal weapon, swung it down with such incredible force that it chopped the naked bitch clean in half at the waist.
Her lower half fell forward, knees spread, ass raised, and sat in this provocative position on the beach. Her upper half fell backwards, the shaven head striking the sand and the large mammaries bouncing as she hit the beach. The cut of the mighty sword was so clean that her entrails were sliced neatly across at the breach, and were slow to slide loose.
Gor took a second stake, drove it into the sand, then lowered her upper body onto it for display beside that of the first bitch he had slaughtered. For amusement, one of the younger Barbarians picked up the split bitch’s lower half, and drove his erection into the cunt’s fuckslot. Holding the hips of the erotic bitch half, he gave the dead but still warm cunt a thorough fucking.
Gor turned his attention to the woman who was strung up on the gallows. She had defecated on the beach, and she was trembling uncontrollably with terror as he approached her with his sword. He startled her by dropping the sword, but it was replaced by the long curved bladed gutting knife from his belt.
She screamed as the sharp Turkish blade was drawn across the bottom of her large breasts, slicing a long neat red line on each. He placed his hands on the big breasts and pushed upward. The ripped flesh parted, and strands of her red and white inner tit meat dangled out of the spread cuts, which were surprisingly deep.
Next he reached between the woman’s legs with the blade, and thrust the tip into her anus. He drove the long curved blade into her to its full length, and the tip emerged from her belly just below the navel. The men watching the impressive display of bitch butchery cheered his direct and outrageous abuse of these lovely human sows.
Gor had the true measure of their value, and he used them as the low level inhuman meat they were. With a powerful tug, he ripped the blade forward, slicing open her anus, belly, and vagina. The bitch’s bowels drooped out, sliding to a slick steaming pile on the sand between her spread legs.
The giant slid the bloodied blade back into his belt, then picked up his sword and once more raised the weapon, about to strike. The gutted bitch threw back her head and screamed at the top of her lungs as the monstrous blade descended. In a single mighty blow, Gor hacked through the naked bitch’s trunk the hard way.
The blade came down on her left shoulder and angled down between her breasts, exiting above her right hip. He had once again proved his incredible skill and strength in wielding that heavy sword, slicing the female torso like a loaf of bread. A third stake was driven into the sand, and the third bloody trophy displayed.
Now the fourth bitch was strung up to the makeshift but solid wooden gallows, this one a ripely pregnant bitch, a full nine months along. She was a remarkable specimen. He had saved the best for last. She had long shapely legs, a marvelous ass, a sculptured well-muscled back, large firm breasts with pointed erect nipples, and a classic face.
A large Barbarian soldier was unable to resist the temptation, and moved behind her. He spit on the end of his enormous fat penis, and then thrust it with all his might into the crack of her buttocks. In that single jab, he penetrated her tight anus, and planted his fat erection deep inside her.
Her terror caused the closing muscle of her rectum to grip the base of his penis. The merciless mercenary grabbed her breasts in his rough hands, and humped into her with rutting passion. The woman humped her hips aggressively in a futile attempt to shake loose the corrupt savage who was ravaging her, but her action appeared to be aggressive cooperation with her violent anal rape.
The mean brutal action in her colon, ramming violently into her organs, brought on her labor, and she was screaming from the severity of her contractions. The brutal pounding she was taking in her colon had caused her uterus to begin the birthing process with the ejection of the infant in her womb.
Her cervix began to spread, starting the irreversible process, forcing the sprog’s head through the narrow opening into the muscular shaft of her vagina. She was now irrevocably into the birthing process. The lips of her beautiful cunt curled out and flared, providing a clear view of the pulsing pink muscle of her inner fuck shaft.
Her internal moisture began to drip from her flared cunt. The volume increased and the color changed from milky white to clear to pinkish, then a distinct red, indicating her bag had broken. The sprog was on its way. Krull was able to reach her with his whip, and he laid a series of vicious blows across her bulging belly.
This brought about more intensity toher screaming and her violent bucking in her restraints. The man butt fucking her was given an incredible ride, and endangered his ability to hold his ejaculation. Sure enough, he threw back his head as the whipping and bucking continued, and he bellowed as he deposited his semen deep in her guts.
As soon as he pulled his raging penis out of her, ejaculating onto her buttocks, another warrior took his place. Her new rapist had to hold her hips still in his powerful hands to get into her, but with the way lubricated with the first warrior’s sperm, he had little difficulty in obtaining full entry.
The warrior mounted on the strung up pregnant bitch saw Gor take out his Turkish blade, and he kept his hands well back. He knew that the skilled bitch butcher would not have hesitate to take off a hand or a limb if it interfered with his work. The Barbarians were not a brotherhood that gave quarter.
Their toughness came from the fact that each man was on his own, and none was foolish enough to flirt with Gor’s mighty sword or his infamous gutting knife. Today was a day for bitch butchery, not for stupid heroics. Little Ooti lost control of her bladder and pissed a fine child-like stream of her golden urine as she saw the horrendous gutting knife come out for the second time.
She had seen what that terrible blade could do to a helpless woman, and she found the prospect of another demonstration of the giant Barbarian’s power over women so very exciting she literally lost control. She would also have shit, had her rectum not been so firmly sealed with the massive penis buried inside her.
She knew that both the pregnant woman and her emerging baby were in for it. The violent ass rape, the whipping, and now the sight of the vicious gutting blade were too much for the tortured birthing mother. She pushed down with all her might as she screamed her terror, and the lips of her big unfurled cunt spread.
The men watching the brutal action cheered as the top of the sprog’s head slid into sight. She was producing her infant right on schedule, with a little help from the Barbarians. As the baby emerged, it would be as available as the mother was to the extreme sexual abuse the cruel Barbarians thrived upon.
Neither the mother nor her newborn infant was victim: they were beyond that limiting definition. They were living, feeling, suffering human meat, and their single purpose now was to provide momentary excitement and satisfaction, through their violent deaths, to the men who had risked their lives to capture the human cow and her calf.
It was party time, and all of the slaves were going to experience the full range of Krull’s horrific Barbaric hospitality. Krull’s long whip came up between the spread legs of the birthing mother, and with a sharp crack it made solid contact with the meat or her cunt and the head of the infant in the organ’s firm grip.
It also slapped hard the balls and anus of the warrior who was butt fucking her. The bitch bucked, and the added pressure made the entire head of the sprog slip out. The infant’s mouth opened wide, and it screamed as the whip found its face, the mother’s cunt, and once more slapped the flopping balls of the man who was corn holing her.
This time the man bellowed his pain as his testicles took the second blow, but he was not yet ready to beat a retreat. Suddenly the Turkish gutting knife flashed, and the curved blade drove up into one of the mother’s fat mammaries. Gor used such force that the blade stabbed right through the tender tit meat and stuck out several inches through the top of the invaded breast.
He pulled the long knife out of the stabbed boob, and a strand of red bleeding titmeat dangled from the puncture wound. In an instant the blade flashed again, this time entering the side of the same tit with such force that it emerged from the other side, and then entered her other breast.
Gor was playing for keeps, and the men gathered near them on the beach were thoroughly enjoying his incredible brutality. He ripped the knife out again, and once more stabbed it into the birthing woman’s damaged tit, this time angling it upward. Her blood now covered his fist, and when he withdrew the knife for the third time, he licked the red liquid off his huge hand.
Then he took the punctured mammary into his mouth, sucking the nipple deep into his throat, and then biting hard, he used the sharp knife to slice the large orb right off her chest. The crude and cruel Barbarian then ate the raw delicacy, standing naked on the beach, the head of the hanged and decapitated girl still impaled on his rigid penis.
Now Gor got down to serious work. The small sprog’s shoulders had worked out of the stretched cunt, driven by its mother’s agonized writhing under the murderous treatment. Gor stuck the tip of his long curved blade against the top of the bitch’s big belly, and then purposefully pushed down hard on the handle, sinking the gutting knife into the woman.
With a powerful grip on the handle with his huge fist, he began jerking the knife downward, and as he did this, the thick stomach muscles parted, and the woman’s swollen belly opened. She was a very stimulating sight. She was spread eagled so that all of her charms were displayed for all to see.
With her legs spread wide, her sprog stood half way out of her cunt, and looked like a big thick cock with a face on it. Blood streamed down one side of her from the removed breast, and her guts were slowly beginning their emergence from the long rent in her belly made by the Turkish gutting knife.
The two dozen men who had stopped what they were doing to watch this young mother’s contribution to the bloody orgy of debauchery were all masturbating wildly. The man butt fucking the strung up woman began to orgasm, and jerked his penis out of her anus to complete his ejaculation with his fist.
He splashed two thick gobs of his jism on the bitch’s ass, then moved around her and ejaculated his cum onto the face of the emerging baby. The child’s hips were jammed in the mother’s womb, but its arms were now free, and it wiped at the sticky mess as the jism dribbled on its screaming face.
Krull had his hands firmly gripping the hips of the little human sex toy Ooti, violently bouncing the child’s rectum up and down on his raging erection. Two more of the slave bitches who made up his human bed had died from the rough experience, and Ooti, to excite her master, had worked one of her feet deep into the cunt of a bed woman.
Gor was ready to bring his display slave slaughter to a climax. He began by bringing his bloodied gutting blade to the throat of the half-emerged sprog, and with a startlingly rapid and strong stroke, he completely decapitated the screaming infant. He kicked the little head high in the air, and it splashed into the waves rolling against the beach.
THE END OF CHAPTER SIX