knees held her head, one at each ear. Crunch, she heard her legs splintering, heard, the pain did not register, her mind rejecting as spurious any sensation that powerful, yet as the wheel ran up the timber suddenly the timber collapsed to the ground as her knees broke, the lower legs forced forwards till the sockets failed, flopping up then sideways, limp and disconnected, pushed forward through ninety degrees where usually they will only straighten. She screamed silently. The truck stopped, willing black hands removed the baulks and gentle black hands carried her to the blood soaked table. "The cut Mr Stephens, show us where." the officer instructed. Stephens vomited in he corner and came to the table, flies rushed to enjoy the feast of half digested food, Stephens pointed, "Give me some skin to work with," The Machete flashed and the foot fell to the floor dragging the shattered bones from the knee joint with it. She remained blissfully unconscious as the Machete flashed again and the second foot joined the first. "Take the feet to the dogs then you can stitch up, Mr Stephens." Stephens forced himself, he picked up her dainty feet, unlaced her canvass shoes and removed her short white socks and as in a dream carried her pink feet to the dog pen. Blare and Bush the Rotweillers looked on, salivating, Stephenson tossed a foot to each and watched as they tore away and ate the pitifully small amount of flesh and then gnawed at the bone. Stephenson returned to the job in hand, peeling back the skin and sawing the bone to form a makeshift foot from each former knee. Cartilage sinew nerves, all severed neatly and tucked Hardcore and tied into the remaining stump of leg he did his best with the flies and the dirt, and the growing impatience of the black faces. He tried to make a tidy job, toying with the idea of letting her bleed to death but he dared not risk the officer's wrath. "Just the tongue now Mr Stephenson, if you please." The Officer requested politely. Stephenson extracted a fiendish contraption of metal plates and ratchets, rust spots marred the shining stainless steel caused by the African climate and neglect in equal measure. He held her pretty button nose and her mouth opened involuntarily, he inserted the tool and ratcheted her jaw open, The scalpel was blunt, blunted by rust and repeated sharpening on a leather, a use once blade used for the thousandth time. He worked feverishly, cutting, aware the blood she was losing could not be replaced, The blood they had sucking was out of date, kept at Fucking room temperature under the baking sun and not refrigerated, most Nipples of it from desperate HIV positive starving refugees, with little chance of the Blood type in the bottle matching the label. He extracted the small piece of meat and quickly sealed the wound and sewed it up. He removed the Jaw spreader. "Mr Stephenson, an excellent job, I shall have to consider keeping you around for a while longer," The Officer thanked him. "Museppe, a haircut for the Lady." Museppe was an artist, he chopped methodically with Machete and a wood block, hr golden hair falling to the floor, and soon it was just something like an animal and inch perhaps, like fur and he barely nicked her scalp with the twelve inch blade. "Remove the wrappings, Museppe." The Officer ordered. Museppe rolled the unconscious Susan onto her back and inserted the wicked blade inside her canvas bush Jacket, the fabric cut easily then the tip caught her bra strap severing it easily, and cutting continued on down, past her navel he undid her belt then resumed cutting blowjob her shorts and her panties, almost a thong, very European. Finally he cut the other leg of her shorts away and the Pink body beneath was revealed. They carried her to a rough wooden Table, once the pub bench from the "Red Lion"the English Pub at this former colonial Country Club. They tied down her now naked body, they spread her thighs. "First Fuck, Mr Stephenson" The Officer invited. Stephenson was trying to throw up again, but his guts were empty. "Museppe then, Fuck our new Imperialist Fuck Pig." Fuck mommy's ass. Tagusha pulled back the paddle just as far and landed an identical “Thwack!” on Brula’s left asscheek. I reached up to a strap. "How...aw...how do you want me to wash your...aw...privates." Just please don't…" her begging was cut short as the man kicked her in Hardcore the back. Ian was fast forgetting why he was spanking her. Kate sofly ran her fingers over my bum and up my crease. I thought about it for a minute before answering, “I’d have to clear it with Paul, but yes, I think I’d be up for trying it. She rocked back into the couch and reached for it, but through her shifting, the timer fell closer into her crotch. “Oh, my God! Far as I’m concerned, you’re both clear.” We looked to the barn, having only a moment’s warning before a wave of grabbing arms and tearful eyes swept over us. “I need people gates in the wonderful gates that you put at my house. He then strapped these to my wrists and ankles and hauled me up to about his waist height. As she peed, her curiosity was piqued. Jake takes the woman's hand and concentrates again. “I just want to spend time with someone and if I put something like ‘Sugar Daddy’ people jump all over it. It was incredibly erotic and arousing. Cindy continued leafing through the book paying close attention to the passages that spoke of cocks and hardons and cumming. After some loud moans and grunts, Philip’s ejaculation began to gradually subside, and he waggled his cock over the glass to deposit his final cumdrops into the wine. “What’s that?” “Come on Dee, if you get knocked up you can blame your boyfriend.” “When did she sucking tell you that?” he asked. She was cumming, too. The damaged ship's occupant told the other two. She reached between us and unbuttoned her coat. Laura slapped Erica's surprised, disgusted face again, and then leaned in kiss the girl just as Laura's own orgasm exploded delightfully in her cunt. “So Tanya;” Mia asked; “have you spent much time at a blowjob gym before? I just wish she could be happy with someone who can take care of her like I do. “You’re gonna love this.” She sucked my prick gently, not Fucking trying to get me off, but it sure felt good. What a nasty little sissy you are... does it feel good? What?! I could see the look of fear in his eyes. I knew the rest of the weekend was going to be a learning experience for us both. She looked me in the eye and smiled as she felt the first wave coming. The rule is that you are allowed to watch everyone, but respect the members who seek privacy. “No,” I said, reaching the base of the hill. At least she had a ride and the Nipples clock on the dash told her it wasn't even too late to hit a bar and find someone to fulfill her sexual needs.