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I don’t know if I can stand any more excitement”. There was a challenge in her black eyes. Carissa met her gaze, but her hand strayed unbidden to tug absently at the oversized ring in her own nipple. “If you cannot perform, then perhaps they will let me take your place” she breathed, putting a finger to the corner of her mouth. “You are in the Order of Anna Darvulia” Mallika said with genuine pity. “My role is the easier one”. “Strip” commanded Carissa and the young woman began to pull the walking gear from her firm, slim body. “We will read the script together when I have bathed you” she went on, “but first I will take you to the paddock to become acquainted with Lucifer”. Noticing that Mallika seemed hesitant, she added “You may ask me anything, Sister”. “Please - who is Lucifer”? “He is the black ram “, Carissa smiled. “We have been training him for this”. She turned to the door. “Bring your clothes and boots for burning” she said lightly over her shoulder. They walked together, nude in the warm sunshine, around the side of the building to the gardens at the rear. Mallika gave a little start japanese when they passed the kennels asian and a clamorous barking filled the air as the Molossian hounds leapt up and threw themselves against the mesh fencing. “Excellent watchdogs” she remarked. “They are excited to smell a new woman” Carissa explained. “While the kitchen is shut down, we feed the bodies of our victims to them. Dmitri is determined that they must not lose their taste for human flesh while he and the others are fasting,” with this, she rested a hand on Mallika’s soft shoulder, “and they know they will have your remains tonight”. She shivered deliciously. “You said there is a script” Mallika said, composing herself. “Am I to put on a show for the men”? “For the cameras” Carissa corrected her as they continued past the ancient granite slab and through a grove of young fruit trees. “Dmitri and the others are at a stage of babe their treatment where they must wear masks day and night and can only take liquids. While they are disguised this way, it amuses them to make movies, to be put on the network. Tonight’s play is a story of devil worship and sacrifice. My sister Janika will film you. You have been chosen for your anonymity. Like Yewubdar, even those who will recognise you from your films have no idea of your real identity, and so your faces can be shown throughout”. Mallika’s eyes flashed with excitement and she swallowed hard before speaking. “All those deviants will watch my death and hear my screams” she murmured. “And I expected only a blade to the throat and a quick gutting”. “Yes, you are Hairy privileged” Carissa could not keep an edge of envy from her voice. “Now, here he is” and the goat trotted curiously across his paddock to meet them. “On your hands and knees” she ordered as she opened the gate. “This may take patience, but it will be worth the effort”. She gave Mallika a sly smile, “I spent a long time in training him. It was a new depth of servitude”. The filming went without a hitch. Hardcore After Carissa and Janika had dismantled the set and props they sat together in their shared cell to view the footage before presenting it to Dmitri for his approval. I could hear the true remorse in her words. “My tummy sometimes gets a little queasy.” No way she could confess that nine japanese inches of her Son invading her bowels could Hardcore sometimes leave her a bit distressed, this was one of those times. I couldn't describe the feelings. He knew that she was close to succumbing and begging to be his slave. I am so happy for them. After giving the driver my address, I leaned back in my seat and dialed Rachel’s phone. Shelena snapped photo after Hairy photo of Monica sliding her mouth up and down that big, ebony girl-dick. He pounded me with powerful strokes. I told him that it cost about £60 so he went to the sales counter till, came back and gave me £100 and said, asian “I hope the difference makes-up for all the trouble that you’ve had.” My son's cheeks went red. With that, she precision-places the small square of paper on the table in front of him, turns, and walks off. Couldn't have done it without her. “Is that a challenge?” I ask as I watch her dick flop out. She then throws them in to the crowd. “You’ll need something to eat, too.” “I didn't inherit any of this. She let him caress her cheek with his fingers. She resisted, but he pushed hard and eventually got his cockhead into her tight opening. They were really hurting. Brita was slender, with brown hair and matching eyes. Daddy's cum. A single drop of her arousal slipped down to her asshole. If I never babe appeared at the union office, nor the social security office, this deception could be enjoyed for some time.