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“I don’t think I want to be killed” Dana protested, bridling, but Katya held up a hand to silence her. “It is a negation, of course” she said “but there is a powerful attraction - even if we don’t fully understand how it works. I had a colleague named Rosa - a Latina dear friend…”. Her voice trailed away, and then she collected herself and continued. “There is…” she hesitated, setting down her glass and looking Dana in the eyes “there is vagina an experimental technique. Jungian in origin, but the clinical psychologists are very positive about it, they say it desensitises the subject. A kind of deprogramming”. “I’ve read this, too” Dana said, avoiding her gaze. Katya looked away. “You’re talking about ass the cognitive-behaviour dream therapy. But I don’t have a suppressed fantasy I can express to - to bring catharsis. My own nightmare is not fantasy at all, not in that way. It terrifies me”. “Your nightmare?” Katya asked gently “One nightmare? That sounds promising”. She took another of her herbal indian cigarettes and reached for a lighter as she spoke; Dana started in surprise when a familiar aroma reached her. Katya passed it to her with a thin smile. “Use of a depressant is recommended in the literature” she said, settling back and taking a drink of tea. Dana drew on the reefer several times and leant back, looking up at the ceiling. “I am in St Cyril’s cemetery, in the moonlight, with a mist coming up from the river around the headstones and mausoleums” Dana began. She saw movement in the corner of her eye and span around to see shapes moving low down in the mist, around a pile of loose earth. Drawn towards them she made out figures in the moonlight - stooped and crouching figures in mouldering rags. The nearest turned its face to her and she saw the dead eyes and mottled, blue-grey skin stretched over a skeletal frame, saw the shreds of raw human flesh trailing from its drooling mouth when it bared yellow teeth at her in a savage grin. She continued towards the creatures until they all turned to stare at her. Six foul and decaying corpses looked up from feasting on the pale body of a young woman dragged from a fresh grave, gobbets of bloody flesh in their clawed amateur hands and gaping mouths. She stepped between two kneeling horrors and looked boldly around at them all, running her hands sensually over her pert breasts and down her ribs and hips. They watched intently, blood running down their chins as they champed on pale flesh, while Dana unbuttoned her tunic and let it slide down her long legs. She sucked on her index finger as she tugged her lace pants to her knees and stepped out of them. “I don’t want to be there” she whispered to Katya, inhaling again “but in the dream, I cannot help myself. I have no choice”. Katya nodded encouragingly. The ghouls sniffed at her and their rotting tongues hung wetly from their mouths like dogs’ as Dana lay down languorously alongside the half-eaten woman, her lithe body spread open shamelessly in the freshly turned soil, amongst bones and teeth and wet coils of human innards. She licked her lips and rubbed at her clit; when the first bony fingers touched her she trembled and let out a deep sigh. A rotting woman with long, white teeth slithered towards her open thighs and she raised her hips up to meet her, spreading her labia open with her fingers and teasing her long, aching nipples with her other hand, licking her lips. The corpse’s foetid tongue darted to and fro at her gaping cunt while Dana dug her outspread heels into the earth and moaned. The licking stopped and she looked down to see the thing raising its head over her crotch. Arching her back, Dana pressed a fist into her mouth and chewed on her knuckles to suppress a scream as the cruel teeth sank into her pubic mound. Two startlingly red trickles of blood ran over her pubes from the jagged punctures by her clit. “So, I suppose you’re gonna go tell all your friends how you fucked me in the shower now right?” she asked. Hopefully it doesn't rain tomorrow for the beach." I almost gasped again, but managed to stifle it. It felt as though a lightning bolt struck his sternum as his breath fled his lungs. Lying on her stomach she propped herself up on her elbows and looked up at them with closed eyes behind her blindfold, licking her lips then biting her lower lip as if asking for more. “Faster! She flashed an impish look over her shoulder. The inevitable happened and I had ass another orgasm. Four house and the two new ones just acquired two days ago. "Hmph, my breasts are way bigger than hers!" “Yes, let’s go,” I indian said. We slipped some pornographic magazines into the bottom draw of our bedside cabinet. “You know I did,” he growled. 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