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The sculptor had captured the scalloped tatters of the King in Yellow with uncanny artistry but had, of course, ensured that His face was obscured by the folds of a cavernous hood. The whole piece was spectacularly clad in gold leaf. Róisín clung to it like a lover, her freckled arms and long legs enfolding the unyielding wooden figure. From her broad shoulders and down her slim back to the generous curve of her hips and arse her skin was a bloody mass of welts and cuts; rivulets of sweat ran down her face and only the heaving of her white breasts showed that she was still alive. Oliviya stood behind her and to the side, arms akimbo. Her pert bosom also rose and fell from recent exertion and the wicked single-tail whip clutched in her fist showed what role she had played in the proceedings. She waited motionless, with an evil smile playing around the corners of her full lips, until the slaves and their honoured guests were seated and then, with a respectful bow of her blond head she turned again to Róisín and drew the whip back to strike. Toughened leather shot out and sliced into the soft flesh of the redhead’s upper thigh with a tremendous crack and a fine spray of blood. Her hips bucked, and her crotch lifted up from the great phallus that impaled her. A length of golden cock was revealed, dripping with her cunt juice, before she sank back onto it and clenched her slim thighs about the statue again. Lifting her head, she turned a tear-streaked face to Oliviya and cried out hoarsely in bittersweet anguish. Pavel caught a slight movement from the corner of his eye and turned to look. In a shallow pool of blood that spread over the marble floor of the transept lay several nude women and a short sword which Pavel grimly noted was a braquemard . 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Your department has never successfully traced any of our subjects, so I think you know that we can make this happen”. Pavel nodded. Despite himself, he was beginning to surface from his defeated mood and something of the usual eager alertness had come back to his face. “You would have to take me with you” Yewubdar put in. “On your own terms. I can hang from your arm on a yacht, or hang from chains in a private dungeon, gladly suffering any torment your imagination can devise. The only condition is that, to assure Dmitri you are keeping your side of the bargain, I should have to stay alive”. She smoothed a hand down her body, around the high breasts and muscled abdomen and over the swell of her hip. “If you choose to join us, you can kill me now”. His eyes burned into her and she parted her lips, rolling her tongue around them and returning his stare. His hand slammed onto Natalya’s thigh and she stifled a gasp of shock. “I don’t understand Brunette what you want of me”! He was standing now, unshaven and dishevelled with his blood-soaked shirt half-buttoned and his muscles tense. “You have tempted me to kill already and I have done it. I am a killer. I am a necrophile. What more do you want”? Everyone started and turned to look when a bell tolled from somewhere beyond the vaulted ceiling. In the profound silence which followed only its dying echoes and the sputtering of fat from the grill could be heard. Faces turned expectantly to small tits Carissa as she went to the living table and bent to pick up a chalice fashioned from a de-fleshed skull. Yewubdar caught Vasiliki’s inquisitive look. “All the women have numbers” she whispered in explanation. “When the bell chimes, random Lesbian chance chooses their role. 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