“They suit you and won’t cause a problem in the kitchen”. She ignored the collective frisson which ran through them all at amateur her words and moved on to inspect Serakh. Her clear and milky-white skin was covered with indigo bruises and pink rope-burns, decorating her generous curves with a pattern of calculated and severe abuse. Carissa took one of her punished breasts and weighed it in her hand, smiling at the shiver provoked by her gentle touch. “You have been well beaten quite recently” Yewubdar remarked, running a long finger over the swell of her belly. “This morning” she replied, huskily, and a faraway look came into her eyes. “My servant blowjob strung me up by the wrists and worked on me with a heavy belt until the moment of my collection”. Carissa reached out with both hands and brushed the thick hair away from her temples. “She has the face,” she said “and her skin bears marks beautifully. I think we have found the one to be crucified”. Yewubdar paused for a moment in thought. “I agree” she said, at length “but she should put her hair up”. Serakh began to rearrange her pussy coiffure and they carried on along the line; this one needs lipstick and eye shadow, this one should wear nude nail-polish, another bears the brand of her last owner which must be masked with body-paint. The young woman next to Natalya confirmed, to Carissa’s satisfaction, that she had trained as a dancer and then it was her own turn for inspection. “Athletics?” asked Yewubdar, raising a perfect eyebrow as she ran her fingers over Natalya’s firm thighs and abdomen in a thrillingly proprietorial manner. “I do gymnastics training – I did, when I could…” she stammered in reply, feeling embarrassed. Yewubdar silenced her with a gentle hand to her lips, smiling into her eyes. “Then you can hold a pose steadily, even when all you know is pain” she observed. It was homemade not a question. Natalya returned her smile. “You will all be given roles to play – living or dead” Carissa was addressing all of them now. “Your sacrifices will be an important performance; it is a privilege”. She turned and strode purposefully up worn steps to the massive timbered door that dominated the front of the building. All eyes followed her towards the ebony X-frame which lay at the top of the stairs. Her oiled body glinted in the sunlight as she bent to take up a hammer and long nails and stood waiting. Now, heads turned to watch Serakh as she slowly climbed the steps to join her. The creamy flesh naked of her back, buttocks and thighs was discoloured as comprehensively as the skin of her breasts and belly with vivid welts and bruises. Her arms swung loose at her sides as she walked, her head held high and her eyes fixed on some unknowable distance. On reaching the cross she bowed to Carissa and spread her voluptuous body slowly and luxuriously over the woodwork, stretching her hands and feet out to the ends of the timbers and letting her head fall back to gaze up at the evening sky. Her battered breasts rose and fell; for all her courage and dark desire she could not disguise her body’s reaction to the coming ordeal. A look passed between her and the shaven-headed slave before she closed her eyes and gnawed nervously at her lower lip. She did as she was told, only glancing back at him quickly before she moved again. That Hunter does not so much focus on any individual slave, but is more concerned with raping every desirable female he can possibly get. “I have,” I say, “we’ll meet her and Ashley at the convention tomorrow.” You’re fine as you are.” Since we picked up Crom and naked his band, Gort has taken a less active role in military matters. 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