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“There will be no question of embalming and no need for an autopsy,” she went on “so my body will be washed and ready for you”. “It could still go wrong,“ he grinned “you might still live”. She looked away, confused. Grigori took her hand in what an onlooker would have thought was a reassuring gesture. “Understand me.” he said in a quiet, commanding tone “It is all in hand. The escape should be a simple thing - will be a simple thing, unless you are betraying us”. Katya gripped Grigori’s hand and stared into his eyes. “Then command me to prove myself” she begged, in a low voice. “You have been filmed with the dogs” he replied “and that footage can be used for blackmail. Of course, it will be released when you are dead and your memory will be utterly defiled”. Her eyes widened and her tongue churned behind sharp, white teeth. “But we sent for you today to take you beyond that” he continued, chillingly. Katya lowered her eyes and her trembling fingers fell slowly away from his. He stood, put down a banknote to cover the bill, and headed across the road without a word. She followed him along the towpath at a discrete distance and then through deserted streets at the edge outdoor of town to a district of condemned factories and warehouses, isolated behind barbed wire and warning notices. She lost sight of him for a moment, and then a light truck was driving through the empty roads towards her. As it drew alongside the tailgate lowered and Katya quickly climbed inside. She sat on a bench in the dark and empty interior while they drove over potholed roads for an hour. When the van stopped, Grigori clambered into the back to blindfold japanese her and led her through the warm sunlight for a few minutes and then into a building where he uncovered her eyes. She was in a deconsecrated chapel, part of some old religious institution or great landowner's estate. There was air conditioning and some of the furnishings were new, and out-of-place, such as the rack of torture implements. Waiting for her in the Hardcore candlelight she recognised Grigori’s allies Andrei and Leon, asian her torturer. This was no more than she had anticipated throughout the sexual torment of her journey but she was genuinely shocked to see Dana amongst them, her slim, boyish figure more exposed than clothed by a white, Grecian chiton. Katya looked from man to man, unsure. “Strip” Leon ordered. Grigori held up his hand when Katya was naked but for stockings and shoes. She was eager to display herself however they wished, but still ached to be told what was expected of her. Then Dana climbed onto the altar and spread her legs open, stretching her arms behind her head. “Kill me” she said in her low, thrilling voice. Katya found herself drifting towards her young friend and student, and like an automaton accepted the long knife Leon handed her without ever taking her eyes from the pale, half-clad body. Standing at the altar she stroked the blade and sharp point with her fingertips, licked her lips and slowly lay herself down beside Dana, lazily reaching out Big Boobs to caress her short blonde hair. “Kill you?” she whispered, gently gripping her chin to run the tip of the cold steel blade delicately across her white throat. Dana sighed. Brushing aside white cotton to circle the girl’s hard nipples with her fingertips, Katya licked her friend’s cheek and nibbled her ear. Their bodies smoothed together. “I know you have dreamed of this” Katya breathed. Dana wrapped her leg around Katya’s and ground their hips together, stretching her head back to moan her pleasure aloud. Katya glanced over her shoulder at the men. They looked on impassively and she knew that they were challenging her without words, that she was expected to pass this test without any guidance. Seizing the hem of Dana’s tunic, she slashed it open, drew the edge of the knife across first Dana’s left breast then the right - just firmly enough to draw blood - and then ran it gently down her belly until it pricked at her pubic mound. The marine took his hand firmly, but not in Hardcore an unfriendly manner. We banged and bounced around the back seat of dad’s truck for a few minutes until her eyes went wide, her chest expanded with a deep gulp of air then she tripped out with a series of orgasms. “It means making sure you wash up well. Jan began squeezing her breasts very firmly. Darlene kicked the back of my seat and snickered. This time she decided to go close it, putting her feet on the floor, she felt a sudden cold in the room she had never felt before. 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