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Author: Serum114
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Title: Brothers' Blessing
Story Codes : MMMggg Pedo Rape Torture BDSM Snuff

NOTE: I'd love to hear any thoughts you may about the story.  Pro or
Con.


Josie Marquis sat in the back of the classroom squinting intently at
the chalkboard.  For the third time, her teacher was explaining prime
factorization to the large group of sixth graders.  Josie gave up and
set her two inch nub of a pencil down.  She never needed anything
explained twice.  The 11 year old girl allowed her mind to wander.
Her eyes drifted to the front of the class where her crush, Joel
Newman, sat.  She watched as Joel poked the neck of the girl sitting
in front of him with the eraser end of his mechanical pencil.  The
girl slapped the pencil away playfully, trying to avoid the gaze of
the teacher.  Josie was very shy and had no real friends.  She wasn't
really bullied.  She was more or less left alone, made to feel
invisible.
Suddenly, a voice came over the intercom.  "If your last name starts
with an 'M', an 'N', or an 'O', please come to the gymnasium to have
your picture taken."  The teacher halted her lesson as Josie and four
other students packed their bags to leave the class.  The four headed
toward the gym.  Josie walked behind the other three as they joked and
talked with each other.  Josie was not an ugly girl, nor was she
particularly pretty.  She was five feet tall, a scrawny 85 pounds, and
the quintessential preteen plain Jane.  Her only unique feature was
one that she liked to keep hidden.  Her two front teeth were slightly
separated and bucked.  She wouldn't have used the word slightly,
however.  To her, her mouth looked like something you'd see on a
racist World War II, "How to Spot a Jap" propaganda poster.  Her
shoulder length black hair hung straight and was unadorned with any of
the accoutrements common for girls her age to wear.  While her
classmates started experimenting with make-up, her pale face retained
its natural shade.
In the gym, Josie walked to the end of the line and stood behind
Joel.  She wanted to say something to him, but the thought put her
stomach in knots.  He doesn't even know who I am, she thought to
herself as she stared at the floor.  She just stood behind him,
listening to his conversation.  She swayed melancholically as her wait
continued to shorten.  Finally she approached the small fold-up
table.  A slightly chubby, dark haired woman of about 30 years sat
behind the desk.
"Do you have your order forms, sweetie?"  The woman asked.  Three
weeks prior all the students had been given an order form.  Their
parents were to decide how many 8x10, 4x7, or wallet sized prints they
wanted of their precious children.  Josie had placed the order form on
her kitchen table before she went to bed and found it in the garbage
the next morning.  Her mother worked the 2pm to 11pm shift at a seedy
strip club near the airport.  So they rarely saw each other during the
week.  Her mother made enough money to pay all her bills, but every
extra dime went straight into her arm.  She had never met her
father.
"No," Josie quickly thought of a lie, "my mom is a photographer.  She
likes to take all my pictures herself."  The woman smiled sweetly.
"So this is just for the yearbook?"  Josie nodded.  The woman handed
the girl a small piece of paper.  "Could you fill this out please,
sweetie?"  Josie wrote down her name, address, telephone number, and
Email address.  The photographer walked up to the table and spoke to
the woman.
"I'm going to have to run out to the van.  There's something wrong
with the camera.  Give me five minutes."  The photographer was a tall,
handsome, stubble faced man of about 35 years.  His head was shaved
bald and light gleamed on its surface.   "Excuse me, little miss."
The man said as he squeezed by Josie, resting his large, strong hand
on Josie's small shoulder.  Josie set her book bag and the math book
she had been clenching on the corner of the table.  She stood silently
as she waited for the man to return.
"I like your bag, sweetie.  Where'd you get it?"  Josie looked up at
the woman and then glanced at her bag.  It was a SpongeBob backpack
that she had been given for Christmas three years ago.  When she first
took it to school for the first time, everyone loved it.  But now,
three years later, she had outgrown it.  In the sixth grade, students
weren't supposed to like children's cartoons.  The bag was just
another thing for Josie to be self conscious about.
"Thank you.  I got it for Christmas.  I don't know where my mom got
it."
"My husband and I love watching that show.  It's really funny."  Josie
smiled awkwardly, unsure what to say.  The woman continued.  "Have you
seen the episode where SpongeBob and Patrick sell chocolate bars door
to door?  My husband and I just saw it last night.  Did you see it?"
Josie smiled.
"I saw it.  It's one of my favorites."  Josie uncharacteristically
opened up to the woman.  "My favorite is the one where they have a
snowball fight."  Josie spoke softly, forcing the woman to lean
forward, displaying her ample cleavage.
"That's one of my favorites too."  The two discussed SpongeBob for a
few more minutes until the photographer returned.
"I'm sorry about the wait, young lady."  The man said to Josie as he
readied the camera.
"That's okay."  Josie said politely.
"Me and Miss," the woman glanced at the card, "Marquis here were just
talking about our favorite SpongeBob episodes."
"Oh really?"  The man said as he leaned over and plugged a cord into a
power strip.  "We watch that show every single night.  Don't we
honey?"  The woman nodded at Josie.  "We love it."  Josie smiled at
the handsome photographer.  He walked to an adjustable stool and
patted the seat.  "Come over here and take a seat."  Josie sat down on
the wooden seat and the man posed her.  "Now let's see your pretty
smile."  The man said after positioning himself behind the camera.
Josie smiled, but didn't show any teeth.  "Don't be shy.  I bet you
have pretty teeth."  Josie smiled a bit wider, and a bit of enamel
peeked through her lips.  The lights flashed and the camera clicked.
"I knew it.  I knew you had a pretty smile."  The man said to Josie,
causing the girl to blush.  Josie stood and walked back to the table.
The woman was looking at an old math test that Josie had stuffed into
her book.
"Wow!"  The woman said as she scanned the page.  "Perfect score."  She
turned the paper toward Josie and the photographer.  A large red '100'
was on the upper right corner.
"So you're pretty AND smart.  The boys must really love you."  The man
said smiling sweetly at the embarrassed girl.
"No, not really."  Josie said as her face reddened further.
"That's a shame."  The woman said.  "You're just too mature for them."
As Josie was walking back to class, she felt happier than she had in a
long time.  She had never been called pretty before, especially not by
someone as handsome as that photographer.  Her mind drifted to the man
for the rest of the school day.
A week later, as Josie approached her apartment, she saw a small brown
box leaning against the door.  She picked it up and was excited to see
it had her name on it.  She hurried inside and tore open the box.
Inside was a picture of her in a SpongeBob frame.  There was a simple
note included.  It read, "We thought you might like this."  It was
signed, "Rebecca & Jason Monk."  The lonely girl was overjoyed.  Not
that she really wanted a picture of herself, but she was happy to know
that they cared enough to send it.  At the end of the note was an
Email address.  Josie ran to the computer and quickly typed a thank
you note.  She sat at the computer for an hour and anxiously waited
for a reply.  Finally one came.
"You're welcome sweetie.  I'm happy to hear that you like the
picture.  My husband and I thought that you looked too pretty in it
for you not to have a copy."  There was a post script.  "By the way,
if you ever want someone to talk to, feel free to email me.  I'd love
to hear from you."  A series of smiley face emoticons finished the
email.  Josie read it several times.  Her heart filled with joy at the
thought of someone actually wanting to hear from her.  Josie wanted to
send her another email, but didn't know what to say.  She reluctantly
closed the browser and went to watch television.
Over the next two weeks, Josie corresponded with the couple nearly
every day.  They asked her how school was.  They asked her if she had
any crushes.  Everything that Josie wished her mother would ask her,
the couple did.  For the first time in her life, the 11 year old girl
felt as though someone cared about her.
On a Friday afternoon, not five minutes after she got home, the phone
started ringing.  Josie looked at the caller ID and smiled when she
recognized Rebecca's number.  She picked it up gleefully.  "Hello?"
"Hi Josie."  Rebecca's motherly voice came over the phone.  "How are
you doing sweetie?"
"I'm good Rebecca," the woman wouldn't let Josie call her Mrs. Monk,
"how are you?"  The woman sighed.
"I'm in a bit of a jam here.  Jason and I are doing a photo shoot for
Justice's website.  You know the store right?"  Josie knew it very
well.  Weekly the young girl would trawl the website fantasizing about
going on a shopping spree, and wishing she was as pretty as the
preteen girls that modeled the fashionable clothes.
"Yeah I know the store.  It's my favorite."
"That's perfect.  Do you have anything planned?  The girl that was
supposed to model the clothes is sick."  Josie's heart started
pounding as she anticipated the woman's next question.  "Do you want
to step in?  You're the first person that came to mind.  Jason and I
think you'd make a perfect model.  So, can you?"
"Um..." the girl cleared her throat.  Her excitement had almost
instantly turned to fear.  I'm not pretty enough to be a model, she
kept repeating to herself.  Why would they want me?  "Um...  I
don't..."  Rebecca broke in.
"Is it a question of money?  Because the other model was going to make
$500 today.  Would that be enough?"  Josie's heart raced even faster.
She had never had more than a few dollars for lunch.  She could barely
even fathom what she would do with $500.  The stunned girl remained
silent.  "Also, you will be able to keep all the clothes that you
model.  So, what do you say?"  Josie looked down at her clothes.  She
was wearing a secondhand purple v-neck sweater that was one size too
large, and last year's blue jeans that were uncomfortably small.  The
thought of several new outfits morphed the girls fear back into
excitement.  She remained silent for several seconds.
"Yes, I want to do it."
"Perfect!"  The woman sounded very relieved.  "You're gonna be
perfect."  Josie wasn't too sure, but the woman's confidence in her
set her mind at ease.  "Can you be ready in 20 minutes?  Jason and I
will pick you up."
"Yes.  I'll be ready."  Josie paced around the house anxiously.  She
thought about leaving her mother a note in case she was still out when
her mother got off work.  She quickly dismissed the idea as
unnecessary.  After 10 minutes she stood by her front door peeking out
from between the blinds.  Right on schedule, Jason and Rebecca pulled
up.  Josie ran out of the apartment, locked the door behind her, and
scampered to the waiting car.  Jessica was climbing out of the
passenger side when Josie reached the car.
"Are you excited sweetie?"  The woman opened the back door and the
child jumped in.
"Yeah!"  Josie said, flopping onto the seat.  The woman smiled and
shut the door.  She got back in the car, and they were off.
"Be sure to put your seat-belt on, sweetie."  The man said.  The woman
turned around and handed Josie a small McDonald's bag.
"We thought you might be hungry."  The child grabbed the bag and
peeked inside.  The savory aroma of a Big Mac and fries hit her in the
face.  "There's a shake too."  Josie took the chocolate shake and set
it in the cup holder.
"Thank you.  Big Macs are my favorite."
"You're welcome, sweetie."  The woman smiled back.  "Try to eat
quick.  We will need to start shooting as soon as we get back to the
studio."  Josie nodded and shoved five french fries into her mouth.
The girl went through the meal like a starved dog.  There had about a
fourth of her shake left when she started to feel a bit odd.  Her
vision started to narrow, and she suddenly got very dizzy.
"I don't feel...  very good."  The child said, barely able to hold her
head up.  She saw Rebecca turn to Jason.
"It's working brother."
"I think..."  Suddenly, everything went dark and the child's head
flopped forward.  The little girl dreamt deeply and vividly.  She,
Jason, and Rebecca were walking down a desolate beach.  A violent
storm brewed miles out over the ocean occasionally shooting a streak
of lightning across the darkened sky.  The girl walked between Jason
and Rebecca.  They each had a tight grip on one of her hands.  The
couple spoke to each other, but Josie couldn't make out what they were
saying.  Fear started growing in her.  It started out weak, like the
faint tickle in your throat at the onset of a cold, but quickly became
overwhelming.  She wanted to get away.  "Let go."  She said forcefully
trying to pull her hand from Rebecca's.  The woman just looked at the
girl.  Her kind smile had changed into a kind of deranged grimace.
Josie frantically pulled until she was finally free.  She ran down the
beach trying to scream, but no noise came out.  After running for
several minutes she turned to see Jason and Rebecca standing five feet
behind her.  They continued smiling eerily.  Josie turned again.  She
ran as fast as she could.  An occasional glance over her shoulder
showed the couple still five feet behind her.  Josie stopped and
looked over the ocean.  She turned and sprinted into the briny
darkness.  The further she ran the more her fear subsided.  The water
reached her chest and she started swimming.  She stopped and turned
around.  In the distance she saw the couple walking hand in hand with
another child.  Suddenly, something grabbed her feet and she was
pulled under the water.  She sank rapidly as the world darkened.  She
slipped into a thoughtless oblivion.
Josie could hear several muffled voices echoing in her throbbing
head.  She tried to move, but her arms and legs pressed against cold
metal.  She opened her eyes.  About six inches from her nose were
thick iron bars.  Her eyes focused passed the bars and watched fire
fueled shadows dance on the high vaulted ceiling.  Josie turned her
head to the right.  She saw another girl less than two feet away,
separated by another set of iron bars.  The girl's head was turned
away from Josie.  All she could see was the girl's black hair.  Josie
looked to the left.  Between her and a white stone wall lay a blonde
girl.  Drool flowed from her mouth and pooled on the plywood slab that
lay below her.  She struggled to make sense of what was being said.
The distant mumbles slowly cleared into understandable speech.
"I truly envy them."  A female voice said.  "To be given such an honor
at such a young age.  I wish I had met The Brothers before my first
blood came."  Another woman spoke.
"I just hope these girls are more grateful than the last."  Another
voice agreed wordlessly.  "I couldn't believe the insolence of that
blonde girl.  It was very kind of The Brothers to bestow the
blessing," her voice angered "even though the bitch was undeserving."
"Don't say that, Margret."  A familiar voice broke in.  "She must have
been deserving, or The Brothers wouldn't have granted her the
blessing.  There is much about their decisions that we could never
understand.  All we can do is honor The Brothers' wishes and place
complete trust in them."  There were a few seconds of silence.  Josie
clinched her eyes, trying to fight back tears.  The longer they
thought she was asleep, the better off she would be.  "Well, it's
nearing nightfall.  We should prepare the girls."  The soft footsteps
of bare feet approached.  Four shadows grew on the ceiling until a
group of three woman entered into Josie's field of view.  The women
bent over and Josie heard a series of clicks.  A door at her feet fell
open and, with a whoosh, the kidnapped child was slid from her metal
cage.  The three woman stood before the girls completely nude.
Josie's heart sank when she looked at the woman standing in front of
her.
"How are you doing sweetie?"  Rebecca asked, smiling at the girl.  Her
large milky white breasts were still winning the battle with gravity.
The woman was devoid of pubic hair, which gave the child a clear view
of the woman's pussy lips.  Josie turned her head and scanned the
room.
"Where am I?"  She stuttered through tears.  "What's going on?"
"Don't worry sweetie, everything is going to be fine."  With a caring
smile, the woman grabbed Josie's hand and helped her to her feet.  The
woman wrapped her arms around Josie and squeezed forcefully.  "I'm so
excited for you."  Josie turned her head to the left and saw another
woman kneeling in front of a crying child.  The young girl had
shoulder length blonde hair and richly tanned skin.  She wore a pink
top and blue jeans.  The woman kneeling in front of her was, just like
Rebecca, nude and without pubic hair.  She had long, burnt orange hair
that was tied into a ponytail.  It hung over her right shoulder and
covered her right breast.  Her face and exposed left shoulder were
lightly freckled.  An erect nipple rose from her softball sized
breast.  Rebecca released her grip on Josie and kissed her forehead.
"Please," Josie wiped her red, teary eyes, "what's going on?"  Rebecca
placed her hands on Josie's frail shoulders.
"You've been saved."  There was a tearful catch in the woman's voice.
"Tonight, sweetie, you will be reborn.  After you receive The
Brothers' blessing, after the purification, all will be well with your
soul."  The woman smiled at Josie as if she expected the scared little
girl to leap for joy.  Josie just stared into Rebecca's brown eyes in
stunned, confused silence.  The girl's eyes fell to the floor and
looked to her right.  A petite Asian woman had her arms around another
girl.  The girl faced Josie, but he eyes where closed tight in a
bellowing sob.  She was a very small Chinese girl wearing a green top
and white pants.  She couldn't have been more than 10 years old.
"Don't be scared.  This is a blessing.  You'll see."  The Chinese
woman said quietly.
"I want my mom!"  The girl shouted into the woman's bony shoulder.
The Asian woman rubbed the child's back with her left hand.
"Just wait Emily, once you meet The Brothers, and they bestow their
blessing onto you, you'll forget all about her."  The woman kissed to
top of the child's head.  The redheaded woman spoke.
"Sisters, they must be ready by night fall."  The other women nodded.
"They need to be bathed."  The Asian woman said, steadying Emily on
her feet.  Rebecca looked at the four and a half foot child.  The
three women each took a child's hand turned toward a door on the
opposite side of the room.  The three girls looked at each other and
followed the women.  A series of paintings adorned a near wall.  Josie
looked at them in horror.  Each depicted a young girl's barbaric,
bloody murder.  One showed a child with a sword through her chest.
Another showed a very young girl being disemboweled.  The last showed
a prepubescent girl being decapitated by a masked figure.  In each
painting, the young victim had a look of complete joy and happiness.
The three girls were led out of the room, across a hallway, and into a
large marble floored room with an oversized steaming bath set into the
floor.  Once inside, the redheaded woman shut the door.  Rebecca
walked up to Josie and grabbed the bottom of her shirt and started to
pull it up.  Without thinking, Josie lifted her arms.  The girl
realized what she was doing only after the neck of the sweater was
stretching over her face.
"Wait."  Josie interrupted timidly.  "Please don't."  Rebecca pulled
the shirt over Josie's raised arms.
"We can't wash you with your clothes on."  The woman said smiling and
reaching for Josie's waist.  Josie stood in a frightened daze,
allowing Rebecca to unbutton her pants.  She turned her head away.
"No!  Stop!  Please!"  The blonde girl said as the redheaded woman
slid the struggling girl's jeans down.  Her shirt had already been
removed.  Tan lines from a bikini framed developing, golf ball sized
breasts.
"Modesty," the woman said as she pulled down the girl's panties, "is a
vice.  Not a virtue."  The blonde girl crossed her hands over a small
patch of coarse blonde pubic hair.  Rebecca slid Josie's jeans down
and lifted the girl's trembling, gaunt legs out of them.
"There you go sweetie."  Rebecca said as she reached for the elastic
of her panties and slid them down.  "Thank you."  The large breasted
woman said as Josie stepped out of the underwear.
"You're welcome."  Josie said reflexively.  The thin 11 year old had
very little pubic hair.  What she did have was very light and downy.
Embarrassed and ashamed, Josie looked away.  To her right, the Asian
woman was pulling a pair of iCarly panties from little Emily's feet.
The Chinese girl seemed to be in a daze.  She displayed no sign of
sexual development.  After each girl was stripped, they were led by
the hand into the large hexagonal bath.  The water burned momentarily,
but as she acclimated, the heat started to sooth her.
"Sit down sweetie."  Rebecca said quietly, directing Josie to a large,
circular stone slab a few inched below the surface in the middle of
the pool.  The three children sat with their backs touching, forming a
triangle.  The women saturated sponges in the steaming water.  Slowly,
the women squeezed the sponges over the children's heads.  The water
flowed down Josie's back and for a moment she forgot where she was.
Rebecca gently took Josie's left arm and lifted it over her head.  The
woman kindly and lovingly cleaned under the girl's arms and down to
her waist.  "Stand up."  Rebecca said with an almost hypnotic
gentleness.  Josie obeyed and got to her feet.  Rebecca turned the
obedient child around with a soft touch on the shoulder.  Josie's back
was rinsed clean by the sopping sponge.  Lastly, the woman bent the
girl over slightly and placed the sponge between the girl's legs.
Josie's mind focused at the intimate contact.  She straightened up and
tried to turn around.  "It's okay honey.  Don't worry."  The woman
placed a sympathetic, reassuring hand on Josie's hip.  Again, the
young girl obeyed.  The sponge was placed between the girl's legs and
hot cleansing water flowed around the virgin's developing cleft.
The three freshly baptized children were led from the bath and toweled
off.  While their hair was being brushed, two brown haired girls
entered the room.  They looked to be about 16 years old.  One was tall
and had shining hair hanging nearly to her waist.  The other was
shorter, and had a very pronounced pregnant belly.  Her breasts were
swollen, and her areola's were dark and large.
"The Brother's are ready."  The pregnant girl said, smiling widely.
Rebecca ran the comb through Josie's hair one last time.  She smiled
like a father giving his baby daughter away at her wedding.  Her voice
quivered slightly and she addressed the three drying children.
"Go with them.  The Brothers should not be kept waiting."  She bent
and kissed Josie on the top of her head.  The pregnant girl took Josie
and Emily's hand, while the tall one escorted the blonde girl.  They
were led back into the hall and passed several closed doors.  They
finally reached the end of the hall.  The pregnant girl opened one
half of a set of heavy, wooden double doors.  The door opened into a
very large, high ceilinged room.  With red, non uniform bricks lining
the walls and wide wood paneled floors, the room had a rustic look.
The far wall was almost entirely window.  Through it Josie saw the
crimson sun set on a forest of evergreens.  A fire roared in a large
stone fireplace.  In front of it, sat three men in leather
chesterfield chairs.  They drank dark beer and two had short cigar
stubs smoking in their mouths.  They were all very well dressed in
black slacks, a suit coat and shirt.  There were two white men, both
very tall, and very fit.  One had light blonde hair that was very
neatly trimmed and parted on the side.  The other was shaved bald.
The third man looked Latino and was shorter and quite stout.  The men
rose as the girls approached.  The Latino man swallowed the last of
his beer and spoke.
"Hello, sisters."  He said with a kind smile.  His eyes drifted to the
Chinese girl's bald crotch.  "Are these beautiful young women here to
receive the blessing?"
"Yes brother."  The tall girl said.  The three children stood before
the men, staring at the ground.  "I hope that they will be
satisfactory."
"Oh, I'm sure they will be, sister."  The man said as he reached for
Emily's cheek.  He caressed the girl's face with the back of his
hand.  The three men continued to eye the children for several
seconds.  The pregnant girl spoke.
"We shall leave.  I'm sure the girls are anxious to start the
ceremony."
"Thank you, sister."  The two older girls turned and left the room,
closing the door behind them.  The bald man followed and locked it.
The two other men sat back down.  The blonde man took a long swig of
his beer.  The bald man walked back to his chair and slapped Josie on
the ass as he passed.  She jumped and the man chuckled.
"Hi, Josie."  He said slyly.  Josie looked at him again, and
recognized him.
"J...Jason?"  He turned and smiled at her with the left side of his
mouth.  He sat down and reached into his jacket pocket.  He pulled out
three single dose syringes and handed one to each of the other men.
The men examined the needle with a confused look.
"What the fuck is this?"  The blonde man asked.
"It's a little surprise."  Jason untucked his shirt from his pants,
removed the cap from the syringe, and injected himself in the
abdomen.  He looked at the two other men.  "Remember when I was gone
for a few days last week?"  The two other men nodded.  "I was meeting
with a Thai chemist."  He put the cap back on the empty syringe and
put it on a side table and grabbed his nearly empty glass of beer.
"Remember Susie?"  The two men shook their heads.  "You know, that 6
year old blonde girl that big titted cunt got for us."  The blonde man
nodded and laughed.
"I don't know their fucking names, man.  But yeah I know who you're
talking about."  Jason continued.
"Well, I traded her for 100 doses of that stuff."  He gestured toward
the needles the two other men held in their hands.  "It's a variant on
a drug that's being developed for stud bulls and horses."  He emptied
his glass.  "You give a bull some of this, and he's cumming five, or
six times an hour."  The other men looked at the needle hesitantly.
"You're sure it's safe?"  The blonde man asked.
"Yeah.  I took the little blonde whore to the chemist's room, and to
be sure he wasn't fucking me over, I made him inject himself."  Jason
smiled as he seemed to recall something.  "He fucked that bitch for
hours.  Eventually, I took a dose and joined in.  I came again and
again, each load as thick and massive as the last."  He leaned back
causing the leather to crunch.  "The cunt died sometime during the
fourth hour or so.  Shit," he smirked, "was my cock raw the next few
days."  The two other men looked at each other.  They silently agreed
to take to drug and injected themselves.
"How long until it takes effect?"  The Latino man asked.
"I'm already starting to feel it.  It's like an ache in my balls.
Like they need to be emptied."  He rubbed his growing cock through his
pants.  He looked toward the three panicked girls and smiled.  "You
didn't believe any of that Brother bullshit did you?"  The children
said nothing.  He shook his head.  "Why is every cunt on this planet
so fucking stupid."  He gestured toward the door.  "Those bitches out
there are our puppets.  All it takes is a smile and some bullshit
Deepak Chopra quotes and they would cut their own fucking hearts out
if we asked them to."  He stood up and removed his jacket.  "We would
never do that of course.  They are really good a scrounging up little
virgin cunt."  He unbuttoned his shirt and placed it over his chair.
"It still floors me, even after..." he looked at the other men,
thinking, "eight years, how stupid and gullible woman can be."  He
undid his belt and pulled down his pants.  He was now fully erect and
bulging in his jockey shorts.  He pulled them down.  His 9.5 inch
member was already gleaming with precum.  "Brother's blessing."  He
said to himself, smirking.  "How fucking stupid can you be."  He
looked each girl in the eye, and started toward the blonde girl.  She
started to back away, but the man leaped and grabbed her by the hair.
She screamed, and the man through her to the floor.  She landed face
first, breaking her nose.   Josie and Emily turned and ran toward the
door.  They tried to force the locked door open but it was hopeless.
They looked behind them.  The other men were pulling down their
underwear, already erect and eyeing the desperate children.  Their
penis pointed at the girl's like dowsing rods attracted to fear.
Josie looked left.  She grabbed Emily's hand and made for a small
window.  Her heart pounded as she tried to force it open.
"It doesn't open honey."  One of the men said mockingly.  Frantic,
Josie started pounding on the window.  After three punches, she felt a
crack and felt a sharp pain in her hand.  For a brief moment she
thought she broke the glass.  She looked at her hand and saw her
pinkie bent in the wrong direction.  She fell to the floor, covered
her head with her hands and began screaming.  Emily stood with her
back against the wall, wide eyed.  Josie felt something brush past
her.  She peaked out to see the Latino man force Little Emily to her
knees.  He grabbed the base of his penis and smeared it over the
Chinese girl's teary face, further moistening it with precum.  He
grabbed chunks of her hair in each hand.  "Lick it!"  He shouted.
"Fucking lick it!"  He slammed her head against the brick wall just
firm enough to daze her but still keep her conscious.  Emily stuck her
tongue out and licked the head like an ice cream cone.
Josie felt a hand from behind reach between her legs and rub her.  "I
guess I get the ugly one."  The blonde man said with derision.  He
continued rubbing her pussy for several seconds, before he finally
knelt behind her.  He reached around and rubbed his fingers into
Josie's lips and nose.  "You like how your cunt smells?"  Josie felt
slight pressure against her pelvis.  In an instant the pressure change
to a nauseating pain as the man forced himself inside of her.  He tore
her hymen and bounced off her sensitive cervix.  Josie screamed as her
virginity was torn from her.  The pain in her finger disappeared,
retiring like an ageing athlete who knows they no longer have anything
worthwhile to contribute.  The blonde man continued raping Josie for
several minutes, blood being the only lubricant.
Through bleary eyes, the 11 year old looked toward Emily.  The Chinese
girl had the tip of the Latino man's cock in her mouth while he
eagerly stroked himself.  His knees started to wobble and he moaned.
Emily's eyes widened and, for ten seconds, jets of semen filled her
tiny mouth.  The excess spewed out the sides and ran down her chin.
The Latino man backed away, stumbling slightly.  Emily fell to her
knees, and spit a mouthful of cum onto the wood floor.  She fell and
lay with her belly on the ground.  She screamed.  The Latino man
stepped toward her and pulled her to her knees.  He shouted at her
violently.
"Did I say 'spit it out'!?"  Emily covered her face with her hands.
They were swatted away.  He forced her face to the floor.  "Slurp it
up!"  Emily refused, and continued to scream.  He grabbed the little
girl by the neck and forced her lips into the puddle of semen.  "I
thought you chink cunts were supposed to be obedient!  Suck it up!"
Eventually, after a few painful squeezes of Emily's throat, faint
slurping sounds revealed her obedience.  "That's a good girl."  He
said as if to a dog.  "Swallow it all."  She cried and coughed between
slurps.  The man guided her head like the nozzle of a wet dry vacuum.
"Don't forget to lick the floor.  Get into the cracks."  Josie closed
her eyes, unable to watch anymore.
Josie's rapist quickened his pace until he reached his first climax.
With four more thrusts, he flooded her.  He remained inside her
several seconds after the orgasm passed.  He pulled out and a torrent
of blood and semen gurgled from her distended pussy.  He crawled
toward the wall.  The blonde man sat and leaned against the red brick,
desperately trying to catch his breath.  He placed his hand on Josie's
head, which bobbed slightly with tears.
"Get over here."  The blonde man said, pulling Josie by the arm.
"Clean your fucking mess."  He forced her head into his crotch.  His
penis was softening and covered in blood.  The metallic odor of her
blood, mixed with the bleach like stench of his semen caused Josie to
gag.  She clenched her mouth and shook her head like a baby refusing
spinach.  The man squeezed the back of her neck and shouted at her.
"Clean your mess, you disgusting slut!"  She eventually relented and
started licking the man's genitals.  She took his soft penis into her
mouth and began to suck it clean.  The slime had coated the inside of
her mouth when the man pushed her off of him.  He stood up and looked
down at the cowering 11 year old.  He turned and walked toward Jason,
who was standing about 20 feet away, looking down at the blonde girl.
She lay face up, motionless.  The Latino man walked past, joining the
other men.  Emily crawled up close to Josie and placed her head
against her arm, weeping.  Josie watched the men standing around the
blonde girl.  The Latino man nudged her with his foot.  Josie
struggled to hear their voices over Emily's screams.
"You don't waste any time, man."  The blonde man said.
"We have two more."  Jason said in an apologetic voice.  "I...I have
an idea.  Bring them over here."  He bent over and grabbed the blonde
girl under her armpits.  The two other men turned back toward Josie
and Emily.  Josie started to move, but the pain in her abdomen made
that almost impossible.  She covered her head with her arms.  A hand
grabbed Josie's left wrist and she was being dragged across the
floor.  She heard Emily bark as the same was done to her.  The two
children were dragged toward a dark cherry foot stool where Jason
positioned the blonde girl.  Her knees touched the floor and her ass
presented toward the men.  Josie was pulled to her feet.  She stared
at the girl.  Her arms hung over her head, her palms rested on the
floor.  Josie saw deep red marks around the motionless child's neck.
Her head was turned to the right revealing a gaping mouth and bulging
eyes.  Suddenly, Josie couldn't breathe.  The realization that she was
going to die hit like a fist to the stomach.  Again, her flight
instinct kicked in.  She turned and started to run, but before she
made her second step, her foot caught something and she was falling.
Her head bounced and blackness took her.
When she awoke, she lay on her stomach.  Her arms were behind her back
painfully and tightly bound at the elbows.  She tried to move her
feet, but it was useless.  She felt cold metal around her ankles.  She
heard screaming and forced her neck up.  The blonde girl was still
bent over the foot stool.  The Latino man was bent over her, grunting
and thrusting into her lifeless corpse.  Emily was bent over the child
in the opposite direction.  The Blonde man thrust into her from behind
and forced the Chinese girl's face down to witness the rape of the
corpse.  Between them, Jason stood stroking himself while watching the
entire length of the blonde man's penis slide in and out of Emily's
ass.  He glanced up at Josie.  She closed her eyes a moment too
late.
"She's awake."  Jason said.  The other men said nothing and continued
to thrust into their victims.  Josie prayed that she would be left
alone.  A few moments later she was flipped onto her back, she
screamed as her broken pinkie pressed into the floor.  The bald man
knelt over her and forced her eye open with the thumb and forefinger
of his right hand.  The head of his blood covered penis was only
inches from her face.  He stroked himself violently.  "Watch me."  He
said quietly, showing his teeth.  He groaned and Josie's left eye went
cloudy.  Then her right.  They started to burn as more gobs of his
salty fluid landed on her eyes.  He lost his balance and pressed on
her flat chest for support.  His weight further broke her finger.
Josie clinched her eyes and screamed.  She still heard the slapping
sound and more spurts of cum landed on her cheeks, lips and into her
mouth.  The man breathed heavily.  He exhaled and rose to his feet.
"Fuck.  That was a good one."  Josie continued to scream and spit the
man's seed from her mouth.
For several minutes she laid there, her pain slowly eased from
excruciating to merely harrowing.  Her crying became a whimper, and
her heart pounded at a less rapid pace.  Her mind wandered to what
would happen next.  She knew she was going to die.  She only wished it
would come quick, like it had for the blonde girl.  Josie wished she
had known her name.
Josie heard the men talking, and the rattle of chains.  "Bring her
over."  One of the men said.  Feet approached, and in seconds she was
flung over a shoulder.  She heard a click of a latch and the man
carrying her dropped her.  Before she hit the ground, her ankles
caught, and she started swinging.  The metal cuffs dug into her skin
and ground against the bones in her ankles.  Her hair hung over her
head, two feet off the ground.  The Latino man walked away as Josie
continued to swing and spin with the help of a few nudges from the
other men.  She opened her eyes and briefly caught a glimpse of the
Latino man lifting Emily.  Nauseated, Josie clinched her eyes.  The
men stopped pushing and her swinging and spinning came to a stop.
Hand gripped her ankles and one of the men spoke.
"Hit her."  Josie opened her eyes.  She saw Emily's back as the little
girl looked at the group of men.  Her knees wobbled and blood smeared
her small ass and the back of her legs.  In her right hand she held
what looked like a black leather squid.  The blonde man held another.
"Hit her."  He said through his teeth.  "Or I hit you."  Emily turned
toward Josie and caught her eye for a split second.  The 10 year old
continued to shake as she raised the instrument over her head.  She
swung.  A metal hook on each of the instruments "tentacles" grazed
Josie's chest.  It was less than a half hearted swing.  Josie gritted
her teeth through the pain.  She opened her eyes just as the blonde
man swung.  Emily dropped to her knees and bellowed.  Several of the
hooks were still imbedded in her skin.  The blonde man pulled back,
ripping strips of flesh from the girl's smooth back.  The men waited
for over a minute as Emily screamed into the ground.  Eventually the
Blonde man lifted her by the hair and faced her toward Josie.  "Pick
it up and make that cunt bleed!"  Shaking, the Chinese girl picked up
the instrument.  Josie clinched her eyes.  She heard the leather
rustle, a grunt, and then felt a pain like she couldn't imagine.
Emily had aimed for Josie's vagina.  Three hooks were lodged in her
upper right thigh and another in her puffy pussy mound.  The flogger
was pulled away taking flesh with it.  Emily started to swing
aimlessly.  One blow caught Josie in the face.  A hook caught her left
nostril and split it open.  Each blow brought more unbearable pain.
Josie heard laughter as another sheet of blackness overtook her.
This time she didn't awake naturally.  She gasped deeply and her eyes
darted open.  A plastic capsule was being held in front of her face
and her nostrils and lungs burned.  She was still hanging upside
down.  The Blonde man knelt in front of her.  "You need to see this."
He said with a demented smile.  Emily lay unconscious on the floor
with her hands tied into a praying position.  Jason walked up with a
large piece of wood, a hammer and an eight inch headless bolt.  One
end of the bolt had been ground to a sharp point.  Jason dropped the
wood block and the bolt.  The Latino man grabbed Emily's hands and
placed them against the block.  "Don't fucking miss."  He said as he
placed the point of the bolt against the girl's hands.
"Wait!"  The blonde man said, waving the capsule with his fingers.
"Wake her up first.  I want to see her face."  He laughed and held the
capsule to her nose.  She awoke.  Her eyes focused on her hands just
as the blonde man swung the hammer.  There was a loud clank of metal
on metal, the sound of Emily's bones being crushed and the sound of
wood splitting.  There were no screams.  Blood poured from her hands,
but the girl just stared blankly.  She blinked several times and her
eyes rolled back in her head.  Jason placed his foot against the wood
and grabbed the protruding end of the bolt.  With a few lateral
jostles, it freed from the wood.  The Latino man grabbed Emily under
the arms and held her up.  Two chains hung from the ceiling, side by
side.  Each end of the bloody bolt was threaded through the last link
in the hanging chains and nuts were screwed on.  The Latino man
released Emily.  The girl dangled with the tips of her toes about a
foot and a half off the ground.  Her head hung, pressing her chin into
her chest.  Blood streams ran down her outstretched arms, and onto her
chest.  One branched into two over her left nipple, like
distributaries of a hellish river.  The three men fondled the hanging
child.  Jason fingered her asshole and wrote "SLUT" on her forehead
with his bloody finger.
"No one fucked her cunt right?"  The Latino asked as he rubbed the
girl's pussy.  The other men said they hadn't.  "Good."  The
molestation continued for several minutes as the men each achieved
another erection.  "You better be watching bitch!"  The Latino man
shouted at Josie as he positioned his swollen cock against the only
virgin hole in Emily's body.  "If we catch you with your eyes
closed..."  He didn't need to continue with his threat.  Josie
wouldn't look away.  His penis entered Emily's 10 year old pussy with
savage abandon.  The slapping sound of wet flesh on flesh and the
clattering of the chains filled Josie's head.  The blonde man walked
behind the girl and rubbed his cock up the crack of her bloody
asshole.  He entered her as well.  The men's opposing thrusts kept the
child steady.  Jason kept an eye on Josie.  She didn't want to watch.
She would have given anything just to be able to close her eyes but
the fear of what they would do overwhelmed her.  She stared at a small
freckle on Emily's outer thigh as she tried to forget what was
happening.
For 10 minutes she stared as Emily's pussy and asshole stretched and
tore around the heartless men's cocks.  The Blonde man came first.
His thrusting stopped abruptly and he growled.  Several ticks shook
his body as another enormous load of semen entered the girl.  Moments
later, a similar reaction occurred in the Latino.  His eyes closed as
the Chinese child's womb flooded with thick jets of semen.  Both men
savored the tightness and warmth for several seconds before pulling
out.  Two streams of pink fluid flowed from the child and splattered
on the floor.
"I need a drink."  The blonde man said, exhaling loudly.  The other
men grunted in agreement, and left Josie's field of view.  She was
afraid to close her eyes.
For twenty minutes Josie stared at Emily as blood continued to flow
from her body.  The men spoke behind her, but she couldn't make out
what they were saying.  This both comforted and frightened her.  Was
it better to know what was going to happen next?
Jason approached.  Josie's eyes fixated on a stainless steel
instrument in his right hand.  He flexed and relaxed his hand and
Josie saw the head of the pliers open and close.  In his left was
another instrument.  It had an orange rubber handle and two rubber
lined metal hooks.  In its natural position, the instrument formed an
X-shape.  When the handle was squeezed the two hooks came together.
The man smiled down at her, and sat on the floor.  His left hand
gripped the back of her neck.  He didn't speak.  Josie's eye's closed
as the hooks pressed against her lips.  She shook her head and
screamed through clinched lips.  The man squeezed her nose.  Josie
held her breath for nearly a minute, while the man waited patiently
for the inevitable gasp for air.  She tried to open her lips only a
crack, but it was more than enough.  He forced the hooks into her
mouth, and between her left molars.  He released his grip on the
spring-loaded instrument and Josie's mouth was forced to open
painfully wide.  "There we go."  The bald man said in a mock kind
voice.  "That wasn't so bad."  He picked up the pliers.  "I want to
fuck that pretty little face of yours, and teeth..." he gripped her
upper left incisor, "get in the way."  He pulled down and away.  Josie
heard a crack, and then felt the pain.  She screamed.  Her tongue
flailed in her gaping mouth.  The tooth clicked as it was dropped onto
the wood floor.  He extracted her upper right incisor and Josie's pain
spread.  After extracting the last upper right molar, he started on
the bottom.  In less than five minutes, more than half of Josie's
teeth lay on the floor.  The bald man squeezed the handle of the
dental spreader, and repositioned it in the right side of Josie's
mouth.  He released the handle and the hooks pressed firmly into
exposed nerves.  For the third time, Josie lost consciousness.
She awoke lying face down on the floor in a pool of blood.  Her arms
and feet still bound.  She closed her eyes and listened.  All she
heard for several minutes was labored breathing.  She summoned the
courage the look around.  She turned her head and spit out a mouthful
of blood.  Emily was sitting against the wall, blood covered her mouth
and her eyes bulged.  She was breathing very rapidly and very
shallowly.  Her arms were forcefully raised in a V by chained hooks
through her palms.  Josie rolled and scooted through blood and semen
toward the girl.  When she reached her, she saw a pile of teeth, some
baby and some adult, lying by her.  She nuzzled her bloody face
against the child's thigh yearning for a physical sensation other than
pain.  She closed her eyes and prayed that her death would come
soon.
The men returned a half hour later.  The large door swung open and
closed.  Josie heard the click of a lock.  She heard footsteps and
then a laugh.  "Look here brothers."  They neared Josie and Emily.
"It appears we've got a couple of fucking dykes."  Josie pressed her
face against Emily's thigh.
"Isn't that cute?"  Another man said mockingly.  "This bitch is so
desperate for cunt she crawled through a gallon of bloody spunk."
Jason lifted Josie by the hair and kicked Emily's legs apart.  He
dropped her face into Emily's bloody crotch.  He stepped on the back
of her head.
"There you go, you insatiable little slut!  All you can eat!"  Josie's
face was smeared into Emily's broken pussy.  The three men laughed as
Josie struggled.  She felt hands around her waist and she was lifted
to her knees.  The bald man's foot kept Josie's face between the
Chinese child's legs.  Her thighs pressed against her chest.  She felt
a smack on her upturned, presented ass.  Something slid up and down
her blood slicked pussy.  Two hands roughly spread her ass cheeks and,
without a hint a delicacy, she felt a penis fill her ass and balls
slapping against her pussy.  The force of the thrust took her breath
away.  It was like a bowling ball had been dropped on her stomach.
The anal rape continued, stretching Josie's anus and rectum to the
point of tearing.  The pain hit Josie only after she managed a
breath.  She felt as though a bomb and gone off in her bowels and all
of her viscera had been liquefied.  She started to pass out, and she
welcomed it.  The Latino man cracked open another capsule under
Josie's nose and she was instantly awake and seemingly aware of every
injury she had endured.  She felt a throbbing in her broken finger,
burning in her genitals, and burning where her nostril had been sliced
open.  Her toothless mouth, still slick with blood, made the young
girl welcome her eventual death.  The tortuous rape continued for
several minutes.
The Latino man stood in front of Emily and fucked the child's gummy
mouth.  The little Chinese girl's head bounced of the brick wall with
each thrust.  The blonde man started smacking Josie's pale, flat ass
as his orgasm approached.  After his final thrust, he remained 9
inches inside the girl draining every drop of cum he could.  He spread
her cheeks wide and pulled out.  The suction broke with a loud and
wet, flatulent pop.
"My god," the blonde man said, staring into the blackness of her
gaping asshole, "it's... full of stars."  He laughed at his joke.  The
other men didn't.  Josie felt copious amounts of liquid flow out of
her, run over her broken pussy, and drip onto the stained wood floor.
Before she took two more breaths, she felt a tug on her foot.  Her
face slid from Emily's pussy and her nose broke against the floor.
The pain didn't register.  She was dragged a few feet, and Jason
flipped her on her back.  In a matter of seconds, the man had a knee
on either side of her head and was forcing her mouth open with his
right hand.  With his left, he slid his cock down her gullet.  She
spasmed as his head punched her uvula and slide past her tonsils.  Her
stomach churned and she heaved.  Some stomach acid rose and stung the
tip of Jason's penis.  The burn was more than made up for by the
pulsating esophagus squeezing his cock, as it tried to empty Josie's
stomach.  He held his dick in for an excruciatingly long time.
Josie gurgled and gasped as the bald man pulled his blood and saliva
slicked cock out of her throat.  He allowed her the one breath and
reentered her.  His pendulous testicles bounced off her broken and
bleeding nose as he treated her throat like a 5 dollar whore's blown
out pussy.  He leaned over her, placing his hands on her stomach for
stability.  Several times Josie reflexively tried to scream as the
man's shaft ground against exposed nerves on her gums.  This also have
the effect of further stimulation on her rapist's penis.  He moaned
and, after a few more quick penetrations, Josie felt her esophagus
flood.  He kept ejaculating as lack of oxygen took its toll on Josie.
She awoke feeling no pain.  A bright light was shining in her face.
She felt warmth and a feeling of peace.  "Am I dead?"  She thought,
smiling.  Her eyes adjusted, and her heart sank.  She saw a girl,
bruised and bloody tied to a wooden table.  Her arms and legs
stretched apart to the point it looked like they were about to be
ripped from their sockets.  The girl looked her dead in the eyes.  A
leather strap around her forehead bound her to the table.  It finally
dawned on her that she was looking into a mirror about 5 feet above
her.  She waited for the pain to flood back and overwhelm her mind to
the point of nausea.  She waited, but it never came.  Eventually,
after several minutes, the three men walked up around her.  Jason to
her right, the blonde man to her left, and the Latino man at her
feet.  The blonde man took a small pair of gardening shears and
grabbed Josie's right thumb.  The girl closed her eyes and gritted her
gums.  She felt nothing.  After a few seconds she opened her eyes.
She looked at her hand through the mirror.  Blood spurted out in
rhythmic bursts of red.  Josie fought against her bindings.
"She's ready."  The blonde man said and shoved the severed thumb into
Josie's mouth.  Jason leaned over and looked Josie in the eye.
"I'm sure you're wondering what is going on.  Why aren't you feeling
any pain?"  He placed his elbows on the table and leaned closer.
"We've found find that pain dulls the mind.  When you're in severe
pain, all you can think about is relief.  I bet you've wish several
times today that you would just die.  Haven't you?"  Josie looked at
him, silently agreeing.  "My friends and I don't like to see little
girls get their way.  See, our greatest love in life is causing
agonizing pain in worthless pieces of shit like you.  That desire has
been sated many times today.  Our second greatest love is seeing those
same worthless pieces of shit breathe their last breaths in abject
fear and despair.  Relieving your pain allows that.  You're thinking
clearly now aren't you?"  She was, and she now realized she didn't
want to die.  "Right now you're probably thinking that you don't want
to die.  Am I right?"  Josie didn't react.  The bald man smiled and
ran his hand down her chest.  He outlined her nipple with his finger.
"Of course I'm right.  I'm always right."  He turned and grabbed two
clamps from a table behind him.  They hooked under Josie's eyelids and
forced them open.  She stared at her own wide eyed reflection.  "Let
me show you something."
Jason reached above Josie's head and turned a screw.  The mirror
wobbled loosely.  He turned rotated the mirror by 45 degrees, allowing
Josie a view to her right.  On a similar wooden slab lay Emily.  Or
what remained of her.  Her eyes were clamped open.  The skin had been
flayed from her arms and legs.  They had been severed and lay in a
neat row next to her.  Her abdomen had been sliced open and her
entrails spilled out.  Her small intestine had been uncoiled and
stretched to her mouth.  The mirror rotated back horizontally.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"  Jason turned around and grabbed a scalpel from
a small table.  He reached around Josie's head and placed the blade on
her left temple.  The blade moved, making an arch over her forehead to
her right temple.  He placed the blade down.  He moved so he was
standing over her head.  With both hands he reached under the flesh
and began to pull.  With a few hard jerks he was able to remove much
of her scalp, exposing the white of her skull.  Josie's mind struggled
to comprehend what was happening.  Jason sliced the hanging flap of
skin off her body and set it next to her waist.  The other men
watched, massaging their swollen cocks.  Jason bent down and reached
under the table.  He took three large headed iron hammers and placed
them on the table.  The two other men took one.  Like old time
railroad workers, they took turns hammering her legs.  After a few
minutes, the Latino man unhooked Josie's ankle bindings.  He lifted
her right foot, and the leg moved like an under filled sausage.  He
folded the leg over where the knee had been and rested her foot on her
waist.  The three men stared into the child's eyes and stroked
themselves.  They shouted insults and spat on her wrecked body.
Jason looked at the other men and nodded.  They nodded back, seeming
to agree on something.  Jason took the scalpel again and placed it
between and a couple inches above her nipples.  He applied quite a bit
of force and slice downward.  He stopped a few inches below her
nipples.  He placed the blade down a picked up another instrument.  It
looked very similar in function to the device that had forced her
mouth open.  Jason positioned the device in the incision in her chest
and allowed it to expand.  Some skin tore and cracks from her rips
were heard.  Josie stared at something moving in her chest.  It
expanded and contracted rapidly and rhythmically.  The men stared at
Josie's beating heart and stroked themselves.  Josie knew it would be
over soon.
"Move!"  The Latino man said as he pushed past the blonde man.  His
pace quickened and he aimed his cock.  Cum spurted out in several
bursts, the majority landed in Josie's chest.  Jason came next.  It
was his most powerful and massive of the day.  Every drop of his
fertile seed coated Josie's ever more rapidly beating heart.  The
blonde man seemed to be having trouble.  For nearly two minutes, he
teetered on the edge of orgasm.
"Do it!"  The blonde man said to Jason.  The bald man lifted the
scalpel and buried it in Josie's heart.  A spatter of blood shot from
Josie's exposed chest as it took its final beats.  At this sight, the
blonde man achieved orgasm and Josie receive The Blessing of death.

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