It was time. Katya rose unsteadily to her feet and walked in the opposite direction, following the previous victims through the strip curtain. On the other side a red-faced, heavily moustachioed man took her by the arm. “Just wait a few minutes my girl” he said, and both stood watching the scene before them. The voluptuous blonde woman ahead of Katya was bent over the aluminium rail of a great slicing machine with her back arched, her ample arse and thighs quivering and her round breasts swinging beneath her. Drops of sperm trickled from between her legs onto the grating. A wiry, grizzled man turned away from her, tucking his softening cock back into his overalls and refastening them but another man, heavier-set and more youthful, stepped forward to take his place. He sank his broad fingertips into the flesh of her hips and drove into her arse with a single thrust; quickly finding a rhythm he pounded at her mercilessly, grunting and panting while she babbled and shrieked hysterically. Katya stole a sidelong glance at her captor and set her feet farther apart, pushing the fingers of her free hand into her dripping cunt. She was struggling to remain silent when the pair loudly announced the climax of their sodomy with howls of blasphemy indian and obscenity. All three men gathered around the blonde, leaving Katya free to sink to her knees while continuing her desperate frigging. They led her, still trembling and panting, up flashing the steps of the machine and carefully positioned her face-down over the base plate. Following what must have been a well-established routine they activated the slicer and then hoisted her headless body by the feet to hook the ankles to a system of overhead rails. Once the flow of blood lessened the carcass was pushed along the rail to where a white-haired butcher sliced it open from crotch to sternum and the entrails fell wetly onto a belt conveyor. From here, the rail inclined downward and the carcass rolled off through another set of plastic strips. The big man turned to Katya and raised an eyebrow. She heaved a sigh and rose to her feet obediently, walking up the steps to where he stood waiting for her. She smiled briefly into the eyes of his leaner friend, who stood ready with two wicked hooks, and then bent at the waist to offer her neck to the spinning blade of the slicer. Below her was a trough where the heads were collected and on top of the pile she saw the heart-shaped face of the buxom blonde looking back at her, open-mouthed and somehow radiant. There was a great whirring and humming as the engines sprang to life. Dana swallowed hard and clung to Big Tits Katya, who slowly turned her head and blinked as though waking from a reverie. “So, you see,” she said, “we really do understand the victims. I think we always have - you and I both”. Dana shook her head. “No” she mouthed, breaking away and rising to her feet. “No!” then she turned and hurried to the door, snatching her coat on the way. Katya ran after her and caught up with her at the end of the landing, slumped against the wall taking great gulps of air. She reached out and laid a hand on the younger woman’s shoulder, but Dana only shook her head. She whispered, “I’m so sorry” and hurried off. Katya stood helplessly and watched her go, listening to the sound of her heels clattering down the corridor and out of the building. Alone in her bedsitter, sitting naked and cross-legged on her bed, Dana gulped a mouthful of schnapps from the bottle and leant over her laptop. She had already typed her work ID, passport number, banking details and the passwords for her various personal and professional computer profiles into the King in Yellow website. Now she acknowledged the prompt, “Complete Submission”.   MAGDA'S SUBMISSION “Good morning, Doctor. Where is Dana today?” asked Dmitri, as Katya entered the room and took her seat in front of him. “That is not your concern.” she replied, “You are to answer my questions this morning.” He did not let his face betray his satisfaction and was also quietly pleased at her choice of outfit; her dress was much more feminine – and much more revealing - than the usual charcoal-grey skirt and jacket. “Today, I would like to learn what happened to “Magda”. I think you know who I mean?” Katya lifted an immaculate eyebrow. Ungrown - unnumbered She finished her drink while looking down between her tits to the mess she still wasn't finished making. Jill and I need to begin looking for a larger house. Her eyes began to scan him and she found herself attracted to him his broad shoulders, his hunky mussels, his green eyes and his facial hair was rather attractive for a 36 year old man. She licked her lips. 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James wasn't done though, and he continued to jackhammer his aching cock into the small woman, forcing her immediately into a second orgasm. “Can't stop me from doing this!” she'd growled and thrust her hands between my thighs. My mind was spinning. Jeans and panties around her knees, she bit her fist while her other hand fingered her pussy relentlessly. Evan didn’t need to text Maggie since she had been waiting around. I knew that kind of an act would only be done by an experienced whore or hooker, straight eying her man while massaging or sucking his dick, but I guess I wasn’t thinking about it by then, besides, he must have known it was some kind of a childish behavior from me, that is why he lowered his head, kissed my cheek, then he placed a few quick kisses on my lips. Uncle Bruce turned to the girl and beckoned her over. “You came hard.” I gripped him, my hips writhing from side to side. Maybe I’ll think of something to add after I sleep on the idea,” Rev said. 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