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As far as I could see she was dressed in a fine house coat pussy that covered her well. She hardly gave me a chance to answer her question before she said, "Andrea missed you terribly." I replied I orgasm had missed Andrea, while she filled three coffee cups, placing two on a tray. "Take these up to Andrea's room and wake her. Second door on the right." To the reader: Open Chapter 13 for the rest of the story. CRUCIFIXION Dmitri sat with his legs manacled, facing an empty chair through a wall of steel bars. He had been brought in strait-jacket and cuffs from his secure cell by six silent warders who had manoeuvred him expertly from one set of restraints to another and left him alone again without a word of explanation. He stared straight ahead, expressionless, the yellow prison fatigues stretched taut on his broad frame. Katya had been watching him through the two-way mirror for many minutes before she called small tits for the cell to be opened. His wild hair and beard, broad forehead and deep-set eyes were familiar from the many news stories about Waldenstein’s most prolific serial killer and cannibal, but few women would ever dare come so close to him. The popular press ghoulishly reported that he had some kind of hypnotic power or evil eye. Other commentators were frankly mystified at his evident ability to seduce women into colluding with their own murders. Little was known of his victims, but there was no evidence of abduction redhead and the whole country shivered deliciously at the thought that they had gone willingly to their deaths. Katya’s director had decided that their most important task was to learn more about the victims and that the most promising line of investigation would be to question the cannibal himself. Secretly, Katya had been desperate for the job; there was something about these extremes of masochism which she found utterly compelling. Dmitri looked up and smiled as an attractive, dark-haired woman of about forty entered the room, sat in the empty chair facing him through the bars and crossed her shapely legs. "My name is Katya and I would like to ask you live some questions” she said, clutching her clipboard to her chest. Her voice was steady and wet her gaze impassive. “It will be a pleasure” he said, pleasantly. "You understand that I cannot bargain with you?" she asked, carefully. "Your cooperation will be noted on your records, of course". "Of course," he nodded. “We have found these images” she began to flip through a folder of prints, holding each one up for him to see. There were pictures of headless women on slabs, human thighs and other body parts roasted and dressed for the table, corpses all covered with cuts and drenched with blood. Katya paused, and their eyes met. “These stigmata…” she swallowed, momentarily off balance, “…how did they happen?” She held up the picture. A beautiful, doll-like woman lay spread-eagled on a floor of stone flags. Long black hair tumbled in waves around her cruelly lacerated corpse and she bore jagged, crimson holes in her hands, feet and chest. “Stigmata?” asked Dmitri, arching an eyebrow. “Those are real nail and spear wounds”. He pretended not to notice as Katya shifted uncomfortably. “The photograph is of a woman named Alexandra, Grigori’s wife. We crucified her last year; I decided that I had drawn all the pleasure I could from prolonging her agony”. He smiled, his words flowing easily and compellingly. “She had reached such a peak of anticipation and arousal that she could be denied no longer. And I wanted her”. He told the tale. Four of them had left the back door of the old convent that day, Dmitri told her; they cast dark shadows in the bright, summer sunshine. “Oh Georgia, that package that Pau brought from the car is for you. “Are either of you imbeciles going to help me up?” Miriam demanded. “You`re a fucking lucky bitch Emily.” Veronica hissed, as she aimed the giant cockhead at Emily`s vulnerable open hole. It was a strange feeling, to have prostitution so on-display and straightforward and it was liberating to be so far from home. The pleasure surged through redhead my body. I nervously laughed it off because I thought we needed to be in an enclosed room to be fucking. Emma closed her eyes again and tensed up as if she was nervous. My heart beat faster and faster. It seemed Peter was a master persuader, as I alighted the pool Sally invited me up to their room for lunch saying that she had told Jan that she would take good care of me whilst she was laid up in bed. Chloe looked at her wide-eyed. My grandpa goes to sit down again and pulls me onto his lap. I was woken in the morning by Josh, gently shaking me. “Mum,” He said softly, “Mum. She screamed a wrenching scream as he felt he reached her stomach and positioned pussy for her esophagus. A couple of minutes later they were back staring at my pussy again. "Care to explain?" “Cum for me baby. He looked out of the window, watching his neighborhood move by. This does not cost energy, Amaqjuaq, I can use the sphere to live collect and maintain energy. By the look on her face, her focus was somewhere else. I know that it is the biggest amount of money she has had at one time. My eyes darted from breast to breast. In fact, that’s the only way I have ever found that I can consistently make Bea orgasm her ass off. You, my sweetie, have the best little ass ever! I then squatted down with small tits my knees wide apart orgasm as I unfastened my sandals and the walked out of them. Violet nodded, staring down at the floor as he wet wiped the back of her legs with a sponge. I nibbled on her fat nub with my lips then flicked my tongue around her. She whimpered and moaned. Her bag was packed within a half hour, but she couldn't manage to get to sleep until