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The sleazy Balkan gangsters had filmed them in one fetish scenario after another and they had urged each other on to ever wilder excesses, losing themselves in a downward spiral of depravity. She switched easily to the Italian they had used on set. “ Don’t piss all over hot her face because blinking is not sexy. Let her bring her mouth to you and swallow it all ”. “They made me the girl I am today” Yewubdar laughed. “So, you have found new pornographers”? “The worst!” Therese exclaimed. “They make snuff films. The finished versions seem so real…” Her voice trailed away, and she recovered herself with a start. “I know that the blood and the screams are real” she added, sliding a business card over the marble table-top. “I cannot wait to tell Yeza” Yewubdar said, turning the card over with slender, manicured fingers. The bath house of a ruined hotel had been swept out and lit with a few strategically placed wireless stage lamps. It must have been a glamorous space in its day, expensively designed all'antica. The walls and vaulted ceilings were of raw, sandstone blocks, the floors and tubs were tiled in muted grey and blue ceramics. Shells girl landing nearby during the conflict had caused a few cracks and crumbling edges here and there, just enough to create an air of abandonment and decay. Stage blood was spattered liberally over the chipped tiles; a length of rusty scaffold had been rigged across the centre of the room and two limbless, headless bodies swung from it, bleeding into the shallow bath beneath. Eerily convincing severed hands and an auburn scalp were strewn around it. Yewubdar and Yeza undressed at the side of the room while Koba went over camera angles on his computer. “It’s almost too real” Yeza whispered, with a nervous giggle. It was, indeed, hard to accept that these were only pig carcasses with added wax prosthetics - as Koba had explained in the bar earlier. “It convinces their clientele” Yewubdar replied, unbuttoning her blouse. “The men – and women – who watch this believe the cannibal-cult storyline. They must be the most evil audience we’ve ever performed for” she added, with a sly smile. They set their clothes down out of sight and looked to Koba for direction. He gestured for them to wait. “Soslan!” he called, and a tall, well-built man dance sauntered over to the bath. He was naked and erect, his cock jutting proudly from a clean-shaven crotch. “Remember” Koba went on, turning to the women, “authenticity is everything. We chose you because you are true exhibitionists and squirt like cats in heat when you’re abused in public. Don’t smirk, you indian bitches. Just get over there and behave like the filthy sluts you are”. He dropped to one knee and put the camera to his eye, choosing an angle. The women exchanged a look and started over to the middle of the room. “Authenticity” Yeza muttered scornfully under her breath, “in a snuff film”! But Yewubdar recognised the signs, all the same; her friend’s nipples were swollen and there was the unmistakeable glint of animal arousal in her dark eyes. I wanted to get revenge on him for treating her dance like that and telling everybody, so I snuck girl into the Ravenclaw common room in my invisibility cloak. It was so insanely slutty. My sister Emily found this fetish of hers to be amusing. She had just turned 13 and was turning into a pretty young thing. “Those are your past flings, I assume?” I asked him. In the side wall of the rock, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, is a hatch, and not an ancient hatchway like most of the rundown structures in the bowl. “O-oh. I was glad to see the trailer hot pulled away, attached to a new tractor with DEA vehicles ahead and behind, their blue and red lights flashing. I lay still for a moment to get used to these wonderful new sensations and then started gently humping. Mary appeared before Derrick when she and he couldn't raise the ships. “You’re right,” I said “but how about I warm both of you up. I looked into her eyes, reached over and laid my hand on her upper thigh and said, "Well, perhaps we can help each other out?" She cringed away from his touch, loathing the training he was hinting at. indian