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 . Some were dead and gutted, their torsos ripped open from sternum to crotch and great, bloody loops of intestine coiled over and about the pale and beautiful bodies, others were literally flogged raw – whipped to death. The motion that had distracted him was the twitching leg of one teen of these, who sprawled supine with her head pillowed on the bloodied breasts of another, decapitated, corpse. She had evidently taken a turn at riding the golden phallus and her smooth skin was decorated with many purple wheals where tough leather had wrapped around to cut open her belly and breasts. He turned his attention back to Carissa when she laid a soft hand on his shoulder and handed him a silk bag. “Diamonds” she told him “and there is a new identity for you – a choice of new identities, in fact, in various countries. You can become another exiled oligarch with a past that is never discussed and a source of wealth that is not questioned. 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 indian 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 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 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 chance chooses their role. One will be chosen to fuck the idol while another scourges her and a cumshot third is put to the sword”. As she spoke, Carissa drew three ivory tokens from the skull. “Sixteen” she announced. “And seven and twenty-two”. Oliviya and two other women stepped towards her. Each walked with her shoulders straight and her head held high, but each had an air of trembling, excited terror that could not be denied. With a smile, Carissa took the whip and handed it to number sixteen, who bowed her head reverently and kissed the worn braiding. Oliviya then went to the idol and stroked Róisín’s auburn hair, murmuring quiet words of sympathy and comfort. One licked the shaft, while the other one sucked on the head of my cock. The tip of her cock nudged into my belly. The head of my cock was buried in her pubic hair, she put a hand on my ass and pulled me closer. Oh my God! The beer fell and foamed everywhere. Oh god, please don’t let him win. I stroked my daughter's sides and fucked my concubine. Alex was silent. “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, my pussy clenching. Imagine my surprise when it wasn’t Ryan but the delivery men who were early. She loved the excitement of parading cumshot around totally bare ass topless in a public park filled indian with horny bikers. He pushed me back on the bed and straddled my stomach. Michelle was helping them all the way, making measurements and pointing out what would fit them best and what style they wanted. Her boobs felt amazing, warm, soft, and just so wonderful. The other slid down to cup her perfectly formed ass. She wastes no timing sucking hard and taking most of my eight inches into her mouth. I wasn't sure where the park was, where home was and what to do now. Gagging even more, but not caring. You are the very best at sex, the best fuck, best hand job, best blow job, and after last night the best anal fuck. Spymaster! He tried to hide it from his wife, to make it look like it was just a duty he needed to do. After recovering enough, he’d fuck my ass. I began teen to remember how big he was, how good his cock made me feel.