Soon Yeza slumped onto her face and chest and the screaming subsided into a breathy panting and sighing. Like Yewubdar, Koba recognised the signs and he stopped, sliding the crop into his belt. “Thank you” Yeza sobbed. Wincing, she raised herself back up on her hands and knees in the same posture as before. Soslan moved closer, raising the yagatan to shoulder height, and Koba circled around them to asian film from a new angle. “You are in the frame now” he warned Yewubdar as he raised the viewfinder to blowjob his eye. Soslan belaboured Yeza’s arse with the flat of the sword again, but this time each slap wrenched a heartfelt cry from his victim as her tenderised flesh was attacked a second time. She writhed and squirmed in earnest, pressing her thighs together and clawing at her breasts. Yewubdar watched, fascinated, while a strand of fine, dark hair floated back and forth over Yeza’s open, panting mouth. Remembering herself, she knelt upright and turned her face to the steady, gory drip from the suspended torsos above them and revelled in the crimson rain, shaking her head from side to side and twisting her body so that she was slickly coated. She was only dimly aware of Soslan dropping the yagatan and kneeling down behind Yeza’s bleeding haunches because she found herself completely focussed on the carcass swaying over her head. The torso was wearing a belly chain of Indian silver, but it was not just another example of Koba’s attention to detail. She remembered this piece very well – Therese had always worn it, even during filming. Once she realised this, recognition hit her in a rush. That faint, white line centimetres from the navel was Therese’s appendectomy scar that Yewubdar had licked and kissed so many times. Those round marks were traces of the piercing she had once worn in her labia. This Grand Guignol prop for their sex games was the murdered body of her old friend. Rubbing furiously at her clit, she turned to watch Soslan impaling Yeza’s arse with his cock, his sword still gripped in one hand and the other buried in her thick hair, dragging her to and fro. Her eyes had rolled back in her head and she had begun to jabber senselessly. At last she shrieked like a banshee and spurted a fountain over Soslan’s crotch and thighs in a great burst of moisture. Yewubdar felt her own body succumb at the same time, and sensed that she, too, Hardcore had cried out. A man’s voice shouted, “Compose yourself!”, and Yewubdar slowly came to her senses to realise that Koba was teen setting the next scene. She blinked and looked around. Yeza was on her knees before Soslan, coaxing a fresh erection from his drooping prick. Koba stood beside them with an armful of chains and manacles. “Come here” he ordered. For the next scene, you will both be secured and immobile”. Her eyes flickered to the yagatan. Of course, the actresses she had seen in their videos were always chained down when the cutting began, for the believable screams and realistic bloodshed. Yewubdar heaved a great sigh and rose to her feet. She walked towards Koba with her wrists extended to be cuffed, her cunt as wet as a swamp and her heart pounding with terror and excitement in equal measure. She sighed when the first steel bracelet closed with a crisp snap. Koba stood motionless, staring at her, while a black hole appeared in the middle of his forehead. Yewubdar heard the gunshot an instant later, as he began to crumple at the knees and slide to the floor. She jerked her head around to the source of the sound to see Soslan also falling, a great gaping wound where the back of his skull should be and a fountain of red and grey spattering over the pool behind him. Yeza screamed once with fright and then put her hands to her head and began to japanese scream over and over again, quivering in shock and horror. 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