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  • The panting of the three entwined women had become rapid and urgent when Andrei reached down and pulled the blue-eyed girl to her knees by the hair. She tilted her head back to watch him brandish a straight-razor, flicking it open. The other woman raised her face from Katya’s crotch and together they looked on, enrapt, as Andrei seized his victim firmly and touched his shining blade to the elegant sweep of her throat. He put a hand to her cheek and lifted her chin, exposing her willing flesh. “The Pallid Mask” she cried restrained as her arteries burst open over their bodies, into their mouths and down their chins and breasts. No sooner had the torrent died than his strong arm slashed the razor through the flesh of her belly and her steaming innards splashed over them too. Katya threw her arms around the brown-eyed woman’s neck and pulled her close. They shared a mouthful of blood in a long, wet kiss then she pinned Katya down and licked her face clean, kissed her fiercely on both nipples, and ducked her head to lap at the gore pooling in her navel. “Now it is your time” said a male voice and Katya opened her eyes to see the brown-eyed woman kneeling astride her chest, her head resting back on Leon’s hip and a length of whipcord drawn around her white neck. They smiled into each other’s eyes and he began to pull the garrotte tight. Her mouth gaped and her eyes stared but she used all her failing strength to saw the trailing end of the killing rope violently to and fro over her clit. Katya was both terrified and madly excited by Leon’s easy cruelty in prolonging the strangulation by loosening his grip at longer and longer intervals until the death spasm seized her. Then a spray of ejaculate and piss from the jerking corpse drenched her face and she licked her lips. “Frig!” growled another voice and she gratefully sank her fingers inside her bloodied cunt, grinding her hips. She looked from side to side, gasping and purring and tracing crimson smears over her bosom and face as she trailed handfuls of blood up to her mouth. Leon pushed past a taped twitching corpse and knelt beside her, pulling at his erect cock. The abused others joined him. Crying out in ecstasy Katya lifted her hips from the floor and drove her fist into herself, driven over the precipice by the hot spurts of spunk from the three men spattering across her quivering breasts. “In that bag,” Grigori said, standing over her with his softening cock in his hand “you bondage will find your clothes and purse - and some fifty denier stockings. Over there is a bathroom where you must wash yourself and change. Be ready in half an hour”. She nodded, and he played a stream of piss tied over her face and chest. Katya sat up, blinking, and twisted around in the spray - the others also took aim and together they sluiced the spunk and blood from her striped flesh while she turned her head from side to side, catching what she could in her mouth and swallowing thirstily. Then they bdsm dragged the fresh bodies back to the kitchens and she prepared to leave. Dawn was just breaking over Mirenburg’s deserted outskirts when the sound of an approaching diesel engine broke the silence surrounding Maria’s dacha and she set down her novel and went to the window. A dark-green military transport drew up outside and a tall, shapely woman emerged from the hatch at the back and walked up to the cottage carrying a handsomely-bound volume under her arm; Maria met her at the door. Without a word, the woman took a slip of paper from the pages of the book and handed it to her – it bore the Yellow Sign. Maria accepted it with a trembling hand and closed the door behind them. “They sent me. My name is Yudif” the stranger said, taking her shoulders and kissing her. She was an attractive woman of the same age as Maria and also, the thought struck her, of the same height and size and with the same long, curling hair. They could almost be sisters. “I don’t need you talking restrained and ruining the mood" I really just wanted to screw and leave so I wasn’t going to spend time chatting. "Is your husband good in bed Mrs. C.?" He guided it to his cock and slowly pushed it all the way into the back of her throat. "What the... you're... you're..." Ruslan had relinquished the driving bdsm back to Serafima after Karina had awoken growling at abused Ruslan. She pulled Roo up, and his rear haunches brushed against Mollie’s bare ass, which had been covered with a bondage dress that normally barely concealed her naked ass, and now completely failed to do so, bent over as she was. “They’re doing just fine. “No one you know—a girl from school. He delicately removed his cock from Cynthia's totally violated asshole and moved over and placed his knees on either side of his little step daughter's body. Fortunately I was saved by 2 taped tied teenage boys who’d decided that they wanted to use the swings. She lowered her voice to a hush.