With a rush of excitement, Heather saw the video cameras set up around the courtyard; this sleeping part of the proceedings was going to become one of the disturbing film clips which had first drawn her to the King in Yellow and she herself had the honour of becoming a faceless sacrifice on a deeply buried corner of the Darknet. Strange men would drool over the sight of her youthful nakedness, watch her death agonies and ask themselves how the fantasy had been so cleverly staged. Somewhere there might be a woman like herself, watching with a morbid fascination that would draw her insidiously to the same dark apotheosis. With gentle fingers, he settled the mask onto her face and laced it behind her head; she caught her breath, close to a screaming climax at the very touch of his bloodied hands. When he did the same for Jazarah she buckled at the knees, moaning and scrabbling at her cunt, transported by the evil eroticism of the moment. He gripped her arms roughly, holding her upright until the tremor passed and the echoes of her ecstatic shrieks died away. “Make her wait” said Grigori. “I want to see that one spitted. The blonde can go into the sea”. “I didn’t know what he meant” the cadaver murmured through cold, blue lips, “but I understood that I was to give Jazarah the knife. Her hand was shaking when she took it and I tilted my head back to offer my throat. I saw the King in his pallid mask sex standing behind her…”. Vasiliki sobbed and wailed in the grip of a shattering orgasm, furiously sliding her sopping cunt up and down the chill, waxy flesh of the corpse’s thigh. There was a strange smile in her eyes when she walked out of the morgue and headed down to the ferry. STEPPENWOLFIN Two women danced around each other lasciviously on the dais in the centre of the club. The contemporary dance troupe engaged for the evening had cancelled at the last minute – there were dark rumours of an awful tragedy and breaking news of a motorway pile-up – so there had been an appeal to the life members to provide two women to compete in a challenge for the entertainment of the clientele. At his usual table, The Greek sipped at a vodka, regarded the glass carefully by the light of his slave-lamp, and threw the rest of the drink down his throat with one motion. Beside him, the waitress stood chewing on her lower lip. Her striking cheekbones and willowy figure marked her as a fashion model - others of the staff were ballerinas or gymnasts in their daily lives. A length of polished blonde wood had been stitched to her pert breasts with two hemispheres of steel nails hammered through the soft flesh and through her erect nipples. Tears came to her eyes when he pressed the empty glass down hard onto the tray and her hands, chained behind her neck, clenched into fists. Settling back in his quilted leather chair with a smile he turned his attention to Vasiliki. “So, Steppenwolfin, I must ask you about the Indian girl” he said in his strong Pontic lilt. “Wasn’t she one of yours”? He indicated the darker of the two nude performers, who was wrapping an arm around her blonde japan companion’s waist. I'll lock the gate and be right there." I'll fuck you whenever I want. I'm going to let you fuck me. Gosh, isn't that enough?” japan A loud buzzer sleeping rang through the room. She was overjoyed that Donny had bought her something, but horrified that she hadn't gotten him anything. “You’ll have detention tomorrow afternoon. Master.” “ Do you really think my little ass is fantastic, giggle” He laughed. Whatever this meat sex was, it was so good! “STEVE DAVIES!” “Oh god damn Jordan, I’m about to nut!”, Mr. Kase exclaimed. All 3 guys moved forward but 1 was slightly ahead.