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Jazarah groaned and Heather sank blood-red nails into her tight buttock, frantically grinding their pubes together. Andrei pulled his hand away, leaving a gaping and twitching arsehole ready to be pierced. She reached a hand back to claw her cheeks apart and spread her knees even wider, arching her back. “Please” she sobbed. No-one breathed except for the gentle wind in the branches and the hot drafts rising from the fires. “Meat.” Heather sighed. Jazarah silenced her by pressing a pert breast up to be suckled and chewed, but neither took her eyes from the drama at the pits. As they looked on, fascinated, Andrei lined up his steel rod carefully and stabbed the end slowly into the young woman’s surrendered arse. Firelight played over his rippling muscles as he began to push. The girl dug her fingers into the parched earth and moaned; Pierre knelt in front of her and took her pretty face in his strong hands, holding her head steady while her whole body shook like a leaf. “Impale yourself” he told her, smiling into her eyes and brushing a stray lock of brown hair from her sweating brow. She pressed amateur herself backwards, away from him and onto the invading spit that Andrei held firmly. With the steel a few inches inside her, she faltered and cried out in pain but clenched her teeth and pressed back harder, panting and groaning. There were gasps of amazement when she moved a knee and then a hand to crawl backwards to her death, forcing herself onto the skewer while her strength lasted, wincing in pain. At the end, the men each put an arm under her to keep her from falling and pushed the pole through the last half metre. She had not enough breath in her lungs to proclaim the vision of the pallid striptease mask, but her lips moved to form the words just before the sharp point emerged from her mouth in an outpouring of blood and her eyes rolled back. There was a collective sigh from the watching victims, and Andrei pulled off his trousers, rolled the corpse onto her back and commenced a frenzied rutting. Pierre produced a cheroot from his pocket and lit it while going back to his bottle, content to rest while Andrei defiled their victim’s body before gutting. Heather released Jazarah’s bruised teat from her hard, sucking bite and slapped it hard. The marks of her teeth showed white on the dark skin. Jazarah took a fistful of blonde hair, threw her head back, and pulled Heather’s mouth Fingering down onto her other breast. She bared her teeth and bit down fiercely. As her tender flesh was gnawed brutally the African raked long nails down her tormentor’s back and they moaned together. There was a gruff laugh. They broke their fierce embrace to see Grigori standing over them with a white enamelled serving tray piled high with bloody slices of roast woman. “Don’t eat her now - raw meat is bad for the digestion” he chuckled, offering the platter to them. “Have some of Tanya instead”. They grabbed steaks and public tore at them with their teeth like maenads, juices spilling over their lips and chins. As he walked away, Grigori nodded towards the bloodied knife still lying beside them. “When you have finished eating, bring her over and kill her” reality he said. The women stopped chewing and looked at each other for a long moment. Then, with a wicked smile, Jazarah placed one finger under her bleeding nipple to catch a crimson droplet. She put it to Heather’s lips to be kissed. They ate more slowly after that, savouring each mouthful while gazing deeply into each other’s eyes. 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