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Writer: Regis
Subject: LITTLE OOTI, SLAVE CHILD 6
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 6
Now Gor put the remarkable gutting instrument to work again, and with the skill of an Egyptian artisan, he sliced around and totally removed the hump of her split pregnant belly. All of her entrails now fell freely to the beach, forming a steaming mound of the bitch’s fresh shit sausage between her spread legs.
Gor moved behind her, and rammed one sharpened end of the remaining shaft up her ass, and thrust it in deep, so that it dug up between the dead bitch’s lungs. He used his huge sword to cut off her arms and legs with powerful slashes that made the limbs fly, then he dug the other end of the shaft into the sand.
This properly displayed the gutted bitch torso, with the headless ornament planted beside those of the other slave women he had slaughtered. Little Ooti had managed somehow to grow to the age of ten, and owned by more than a dozen brutal masters, without ever having been whipped.
This was unusual for a slave girl with her attractive appearance, but simply by chance, her tender skin had never felt the sting of a lash. As she moved her torso erotically on Krull’s erection, masturbating the enormous male organ with her colon, she continued to move her foot inside the vagina of the woman beneath her.
She kicked at the warm uterus, sinking her leg into the female sex organ half way up the calf. Krull noticed that the child’s perfect olive complexion showed no sign of even the most subtle scarring, and he decided to give her a new and vivid experience. His men had brought forward a new slave girl, a tall slender cunt from Africa, who had nearly perfectly black skin.
She had increased her height with a stack of tight rings around her neck that elevated her head nearly four extra inches. She had similar rings stretching the base of her large breasts, so that now they were enormous, and stood out like big milk bladders. Her head had been shaved clean, and her lips, ears, and nose were pierced with large heavy brass rings.
She had the quills of large colorful feathers inserted under the skin on the back of her head, so that they stood up like her own headdress. Her anus and cunt had also been pierced, and joined with a large thick iron ring that joined the twin fuck holes, from which a small dead piglet could be hung, ready for roasting. She was a food porter, and her role in life was to transport meat.
The tall naked Nubian slave was handed a long slender whip, and the two men who had brought her forward also armed themselves with whips. Krull turned Ooti on his penis so that she once more had her back to him, and he stood up, supporting the little girl with the strength of his erection.
He presented the child to the black slave as a target for her whip. He leaned back, and Ooti leaned forward, so that she would make a better target. The well-trained little girl knew that she was going to be hurt, as she had witnessed many brutal whippings, but she also knew that her full cooperation would probably save her life.
The two other men stood back, their whips ready in case the black slave struck Krull with her whip instead of the child. The black bitch was going to taste the sting of the whip in any case, and much worse, but Krull liked to present extra incentive to make the cunt sweat. That was how his world worked.
The striking looking black slave was shaking with fear, knowing that the men were toying with her. She and the other slaves had seen the carnage on the beach ever since the bloody raid that had given the cruel Barbarians control over all of them. She had seen the blood being spilled for sport, and knew chances were good that she was going to die in the next few moments.
Krull arched his powerful penis, and the little girl impaled on the massive organ through her asshole was slightly raised. It was a signal the black slave recognized immediately, and she lashed out with the whip, swinging it with all her might at the naked child. If she were going to die, it would be with action, not passive submission.
She knew that she could delay the inevitable by participating willingly, which was better than doing nothing, and the child meant nothing to her. She had seen enough of the pampered little sex toys to know that they were worthless and vain little creatures who were capable only of drawing the semen from the testicles of men, sometimes several at a time.
She saw them as contemptible, because although these human sex toys were very good at their craft and could make raging penises spout great gobs of their spunk, the precocious female children were too young to make anything come of it. She could not bear children herself because the ring in her vagina and anus effectively barred male entry, but the instrument made her useful. She could carry dried meats during travel, or small game after the hunt.
The black slave bitch had no compunction whatsoever in laying the lash to the defenceless child Ooti, and doing so in the most punishing way possible. She wanted to hurt her and permanently mark her if she could, in order to teach the disgustingly beautiful and sexually precocious child the cost of consorting with these brutal salvers.
The black woman was so angry with the unrepentant little girl, gleefully fucking her asshole up and down on that monster penis that if the opportunity presented itself, she would willingly kill that tart little cunt with the obscene grin. This profane child had been entertaining the chief of the Barbarians throughout the afternoon, cheerfully riding his penis like a sprite on a horse.
What was worse was that the little harlot was black, and as such was a disgrace to her race. That flagrant little slut would feel the sting of the whip for so openly enjoying what a real woman was intended to endure with anguish. Ooti was not prepared for the bitter sting of the whip. It hurt her more than she could have imagined possible.
She was also not ready for the ferocity of the vicious onslaught of the punishing woman- whip in the hands of one of her own race. She had expected that the big black bitch would have tickled, not stung her, with the leather weapon. The second stroke of the whip had crossed her belly, and curved around to cross her back. Its sting was so sudden and sharp that she nearly leaped off the thick male shaft invading her anus.
She screamed in horror, first from the searing pain, and then with shock that anyone could do anything so terrible to her. Ooti had almost always been on the giving end, and was not well adjusted to receiving such merciless punishment, particularly not from another female slave, who was purposefully marking her skin.
Suddenly, for the first time in her young life, Ooti felt very vulnerable. She had often watched as women had been brutally whipped by their cruel masters, and she had enjoyed their terribly and usually hysterical screaming displays of suffering. In her world, the extreme punishment of slave women, wives and daughters was a common source of diversion and entertainment among those men wealthy enough to possess a stable of slaves.
Ooti had also been clever enough to play the coquette, and her impish seductive grin had usually earned her a place sitting at the side of her master, or riding upon his penis. Her sexual skills had worked well to keep her there. She was valued by most of her Masters for what she could do to arouse their lusts. For most slave owners, who had to earn both their position and their slaves, that had been enough.
Now things were quite different. These Barbarians were not at all interested in the value of slaves, beyond the entertainment value they got from the very coarsest and violent of female punishments. A slave’s value was based upon how loud she could scream, how long she could endure dismemberment and evisceration, and by how much blood she spilled before she succumbed to her terminal torture.
The whip came slashing up across Ooti’s tight belly and struck her face, splitting her lip. Ooti screamed, and the hurt was so intense that she thought she was going to vomit. She could taste her own blood, and was frightened at the thought of how much blood she might spill before her new Master was satisfied.
The vicious lash swung upward at an angle, between her legs, and missed Krull’s testicles by an inch as it stunned the naked crease and double-lipped fold of Ooti’s pert little cuntlet. The pain to her sex organ from that blow exploded through her groin and lower torso. Her hairless little twat bounced from the force of the impact.
Droplets of crimson blood showed along the slit of Ooti’s immature little fuck slot. She was hurt in a way no woman was able to endure, with a pain that only another woman could inflict. This was woman to woman, as Krull had intended. In this case, it was woman to child, and the remarkable little girl riding Krull’s sex shaft with her colon was taking a severe stripping down of her ego as well as a physically exacting beating to her beautiful young body.
Long slender welts began to rise on the flawless brown flesh of the child. As they grew, the welts became firm and an angry red along their ridge. These were not seen by a well-trained slave as punishment, but rather as servicing by her master. It was a slave’s place to receive the whip, and a good welting was worn as a mark of pride by most slaves.
To the sex slave, any abuse to her body by her Master was considered a compliment. The supreme compliment to a sex slave was for her Master to amuse himself by killing her. If he did it too quickly it was considered as retribution, but if it were done slowly and sumptuously, where he enjoyed her pain, her death was the ultimate compliment and crowning achievement of her career.
Ooti sensed she was not going to leave the beach alive, and she had little interest in being moved around the country, being forced to work. She decided it would suit her perfectly if her new Master decided to kill her now. She would show him her pain in order that he could enjoy her sacrifice to him.
As the whip sung its wind-splitting song, the young naked girl’s screams increased in pitch, length, and power. Ooti was taking an incredible and ceaseless beating, with little pause between lashes of the biting woman-hide whip. The black slave girl wielding it was as merciless as a hateful Barbarian as she laid the tightly braided human leather to the child’s tenderized flesh, with devastating effect.
Both the woman and the child were working up a sweat, as the watching men firmly stoked their erections and worked up a different kind of lather. These brutal Barbarians were all partial to seeing woman on woman, and to see a slave punishing a slave was as exciting for them as was doing the deed themselves. Watching instead of doing gave them the opportunity to enjoy a powerful fist fuck.
The naked black bitch showed remarkable skill with the whip, and she started to punished Ooti’s little cuntlet severely without once touching Krull’s big balls with the whip. The whip returned time and time again to the organ already tenderized, and caused the little slit to open as it swelled, until it resembled the begging beak of a baby bird, revealing its deep inner throat.
The child’s sex organ swelled severely, and opened out like a real woman’s cunt from the punishing beating from the relentless whip. The men standing by admired the child’s fully displayed sex organ, and thought how they would like to plumb its depths. They knew this was unlikely to happen.
Once a beating was commenced, the victim was usually released only by her death. They were all certain this was the road little Ooti was now traveling. It was nearly an hour before Krull was satisfied Ooti had fully tasted the power of the whip and was ready for the next step in her brutal punishment.
A fine but strong hemp rope was found, and a noose was fashioned on one end. Ooti’s eyes bulged with terror as the hoop was slid over her head and nudged tight. She had too often seen women hanged by the neck not to know that this punishment was slow, painful and always fatal. They were going to hang her to death.
She knew that when women were hanged, they always shit themselves and pissed as well. She had often watched with pleasure as beautiful women were strung up naked, and was amazed at how ugly they became as their eyes bulged, their gums bled, and their tongues stuck out, swollen as they turned purple.
It was not pretty watching a woman choke to death as she hung swinging by her neck, but it was always fun. Ooti was certain it would not be fun to be the one who was being hanged. Instead of throwing the other end of the rope over the log gallows, the black bitch with the whip was turned to face away, and her whip was taken from her.
Then the end of the rope was tied through the stout iron ring joining the nude black girl’s anus to her vagina. This remarkably simple device was now going to be used as a tool for Ooti’s hanging, with the slave girl with the stout groin ring being used as a counterbalance in the hanging of the child slave.
“Pull the little slut off my penis!” Krull commanded the black girl now attached to the rope by her ringed groin. “Don’t you let her pull you off!” he ordered Ooti. “Grip my penis with your asshole as firmly as you can!” So the contest was now established. The black slave girl’s task was to lift Ooti up to hang her!
THE END OF CHAPTER SIX