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"Come, come Mr Stephens, you cannot expect to achieve perfection on animals," The Officer reassured him. Susan half regained consciousness. strong arms were carrying her, they carried her outside, laid her in the dirt and placed a block of wood under her lower leg, just below the knee, the sea of happy black faces, some she had handed food aid to in the weeks gone by, or did they all look the same, they bound her thighs, and placed a wooded baulk over them sloping down to the ground, then as she watched they brought the truck, American, Tank transporter with the tank aboard, she saw them expertly align it with the wooden baulk, the pain was beyond anything, but adrenalin kept her awake, alive to the horror, gentle but firm black hands, black on top, pink beneath held her down. knees teen held her head, one at each ear. Crunch, she heard her legs splintering, heard, the pain did not register, her mind rejecting as spurious any sensation that powerful, yet as the wheel ran up the timber suddenly the timber collapsed to the ground as her knees broke, the lower legs forced forwards till the sockets failed, flopping up then sideways, limp and disconnected, pushed forward through ninety degrees where usually they will only straighten. She screamed silently. The truck stopped, willing black hands removed the baulks and gentle black hands carried her to the blood soaked table. "The cut Mr Stephens, show us where." the officer instructed. Stephens vomited in he corner and came to the table, flies rushed to enjoy the feast of half digested food, Stephens pointed, "Give me some skin to work with," The Machete flashed and the foot fell to the floor dragging the shattered bones from the knee joint with it. She remained blissfully unconscious as the Machete flashed again and the second foot joined the first. "Take the feet to the dogs then you can stitch up, Mr Stephens." Stephens forced himself, he picked up her dainty feet, unlaced her canvass shoes and removed her short white socks and as in a dream carried her pink feet to the dog pen. Blare and Bush the Rotweillers looked on, salivating, Stephenson tossed a foot to each and watched as they tore away and ate the pitifully small amount of flesh and then gnawed at the bone. Stephenson returned to the job in hand, peeling back the skin and sawing the bone to form a makeshift foot from each former knee. Cartilage sinew nerves, all severed neatly and tucked and tied into the remaining stump of leg he did his best with the flies and the dirt, and the growing impatience of the black faces. He tried to make a tidy job, toying with the idea of letting japanese her bleed to death but he dared not risk the officer's wrath. "Just the tongue now Mr Stephenson, if you please." The Officer requested politely. Stephenson extracted a fiendish contraption of metal plates and ratchets, rust spots marred the shining stainless steel caused by the asian African climate and neglect in equal measure. He held her pretty button nose and her mouth opened involuntarily, he inserted the tool and ratcheted her jaw open, The scalpel was blunt, blunted by rust and repeated sharpening on a leather, a use once blade used for the thousandth time. He worked feverishly, cutting, aware the blood she was losing could not be replaced, The blood they had was out of date, kept at room temperature under the baking sun and not refrigerated, most of it from desperate HIV positive starving refugees, with little chance of the Blood type in the bottle matching the label. He extracted the small piece of meat and quickly sealed the wound and sewed cumshot it up. He removed the Jaw spreader. "Mr Stephenson, an excellent job, I shall have to consider keeping you around for a while longer," The Officer thanked him. "Museppe, a haircut for the Lady." Museppe was an artist, he chopped methodically with Machete and a wood block, hr golden hair falling to the floor, and soon it was just something like an animal and inch perhaps, like fur blowjob and he barely nicked her scalp with the twelve inch blade. "Remove the wrappings, Museppe." The Officer ordered. Museppe rolled the unconscious Susan onto her back and inserted the wicked blade inside her canvas bush Jacket, the fabric cut easily then the tip caught her bra strap severing it easily, and cutting continued on down, past her navel he undid her belt then resumed cutting her shorts and her panties, almost a thong, very European. Finally he cut the other leg of her shorts away and the Pink body beneath was revealed. Obviously, he did too. You’re obsessed. I ordered her not to care about our incestuous relationship. I am sorry. "I just want to teach you a lesson. Girls around her burst into laughter. 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