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His eyes drilled into Katya’s.“I understand now” she answered humbly from where she knelt naked before him. “The King in Yellow is an archetype; He is someone real when a indian woman promises herself to Him. When I knew that I must put myself under your knife, when I sat in this room and submitted to my executioner, I promised to die His true slave. The ecstasy of that submission has to be paid for. Time means nothing and life is an illusion; only the promise is real. That is what she told you, I know”. Dmitri smiled into his beard. “The King in Yellow touched me the day I met you” Elena gasped, fighting back the tears. “Do you remember how you stared into my eyes when my breasts were nailed to the tree - when Alexandra brought the dog to me”? Dmitri was stroking her thick hair and pinching firmly, but gently, at her left nipple. He nodded. “I saw in your eyes that you could kill me. I’ve always known how a person can disappear without trace and so I was sure I could find a way for you to do it. And then that beast…” Elena closed her eyes and moaned. Her tongue flickered between parted lips. “I abandoned myself completely because I promised myself I would be killed. It was beautiful”. Then her scream echoed around the vaulted ceiling at another turn of the screw. He licked the hot tears from her cheeks. She trembled. “Alexandra!” Dmitri ordered “Let your chain go for a moment and bring me the braquemard”. Elena groaned as the tension on one nipple suddenly eased. He took the short sword and tested its edge with his thumb, slowly, toying with her like a cat with a mouse. Her body strained against the bonds, up from the altar and toward the sharp steel. The warm, yellow glow of candles and brazier played on the polished blade and on her glowing flesh. Meanwhile, Alexandra took up her end of the chain again. Elena was pulled open, chained to the altar by wrists and ankles. Her cunt-lips and nipples were tugged viciously up and apart by fine chains hooked into her skin; skewers pierced her breasts down and across and she bore the welts of a severe whipping. Elena shrieked until lingerie her voice cracked while Dmitri dragged the point of the blade lingeringly up and down her body, scoring deep, bloody wounds over every quivering inch. At last he rested the tip over her heart and stared into her eyes. She gave a long, liquid sigh. “The Pallid Mask” she whispered and he drove the bright steel through her ribs to end her life. A soft moan came from stockings the throats of the attending victims when Dmitri thrust his hand into the wound, pulled the heart from her chest and bit into it, blood spilling over his lips. Kneeling before him, hands behind her head and crotch open and displayed, Katya spurted and wailed. “Tonight!” she gasped, sliding to the floor. Her eyes rolled back. “Lick the tiles clean” he ordered in an even tone, when she began to recover her senses. Katya grovelled on her belly to obey, still sighing softly and quivering as fresh spasms of pleasure rushed through her. She washed her face and applied new make-up then went over to the dining table were Master was sitting. There was no text. She threw her legs together, locking them around his back. He has been able to give his family a very comfortable lifestyle. Leaving the water, I spread my red sari like a blanket under me and laid on the sun letting its rays caress me and dry me. As I felt the warmth tickle my skin I couldn’t help but touch, picturing stockings a lover in my mind as I closed my eyes and gently rolled each nipple in turn before sending my fingers lower in search of indian my slit. She took my dick in her hands and stroked a bit in hopes of getting it up, but as mom said there was no go. He spent about six weeks there and as far as he lingerie could tell, the temperature never fell below 80 degrees while he was there, even at night. "Love you too, and love you 'two'" I joked, holding up two fingers as a follow up, laughing about the homonym. As a result of that surrender, she also became the “property” of the rest of the squad as well. Not in a sexual way, but just to have my muscles massaged. Katya suppressed a start when his eyes lit on her and his face broke into a wide grin. Fuck. His cum ran out of her pussy. My dripping prick slumped as well.