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Black faces, and one white, deathly white, they threw her down. The Officer was there, Black, in his clean Khaki uniform. "This is Mr Stephens, Mr Stephens meet an imperialist pig," The big officer introduced them. "Prepare the Pig Mr Stephens, if you please" The tight deathly white face came towards her, In his soiled medical whites, he began tying tourniquets around her legs above the knee and around her wrists. She just stared. They cut her wrists free, and her ankles then the machete flashed, her left hand stung, she watched fascinated as her fingers flopped sideways severed at he knuckle, then the other hand the same, all four fingers severed at the knuckle, she passed out. "Do your thing, Mr Stephens, nice neat stitches like a schoolgirl now please." Stephens resisted the urge to vomit and gathering his bag of filthy rusting surgical instruments he set to work on the rough table top, the splintering of bone was minimal so he was able to make a reasonably neat job, not the sort the Cecil Rhodes Memorial Hospital where he trained would have considered good but this was in Mugabe's wonderland. Stephens stood aside. "Sorry Sir, It's the best I can do, the light is poor." "Come, come Mr Stephens, you cannot expect to achieve perfection on animals," The Officer reassured him. Susan half regained consciousness. strong arms were carrying her, they carried her outside, laid her in the dirt and placed a block of wood under her lower leg, just below the knee, the sea tits of happy black faces, some she had handed food aid to in the weeks gone by, or did they all look the same, they bound her thighs, and placed a wooded baulk over them sloping down to the ground, then as she watched they brought the truck, American, Tank transporter with the tank aboard, she saw them expertly align it with the wooden baulk, the pain was beyond anything, but adrenalin kept her awake, alive to the horror, gentle but firm black hands, black on top, pink beneath held her down. knees held her head, one at each ear. Crunch, she heard her legs splintering, heard, the pain did not register, her mind rejecting as spurious any sensation that powerful, yet as the wheel ran up the timber suddenly the timber collapsed to the ground as her knees broke, the lower legs forced forwards till the sockets failed, flopping up then sideways, limp and disconnected, pushed forward through ninety degrees where usually they will only straighten. She screamed silently. The truck stopped, willing black hands removed the baulks and gentle black hands carried her to the blood soaked table. "The cut Mr Stephens, show us where." the officer instructed. Stephens vomited in he corner and came to the table, flies rushed to enjoy the feast of half digested food, Stephens pointed, "Give me some skin to work with," The Machete flashed and the foot fell to the floor dragging the shattered bones from the knee joint with it. She remained blissfully unconscious as the Machete flashed again and the second foot joined the first. "Take the feet to the dogs then you can stitch up, Mr Stephens." Stephens forced himself, he picked up her dainty feet, unlaced her canvass shoes and removed her short white socks and as in a dream carried her pink feet to the dog pen. Blare and Bush the Rotweillers looked on, salivating, Stephenson tossed a foot to each and watched as they tore away and ate the pitifully small amount of flesh and then gnawed at the bone. Stephenson returned to the job in hand, peeling back the skin and sawing the bone to form a makeshift foot from each former knee. Cartilage sinew nerves, all severed neatly and tucked and tied into the remaining stump of leg he did his best with the flies and the dirt, and the growing impatience of the black faces. He tried to make a tidy job, toying with the idea of letting her bleed to death but he dared not risk the officer's wrath. "Just the tongue now Mr Stephenson, if you please." The Officer requested politely. Stephenson extracted a fiendish contraption of metal plates and ratchets, rust spots marred the shining stainless steel caused by the African climate and neglect in equal measure. He held her pretty button nose and her mouth opened involuntarily, he pussy inserted the tool and ratcheted her jaw open, The scalpel was blunt, blunted by rust and repeated sharpening on a leather, a use once blade used for the thousandth time. He worked feverishly, cutting, aware the blood she was losing could not be replaced, The blood they had was out of date, kept at room temperature under the baking sun and not refrigerated, most of it from desperate HIV positive starving refugees, with little chance of the Blood type in the bottle matching the label. He extracted the small piece of meat and quickly sealed the wound and teen sewed it up. Bully follows but she quickly reappears with two rather large oblong shaped, throw pillows, and begins big walking back to the bedroom with Bully again right behind her. That caused Rod to stiffen push deeper into her, she felt hot cum being pumped into her pussy. I pulled the bottle of whiskey I kept in the bottom drawer out and began to drink right out of the bottle. “Um, I’ll uh.., I’ll drink your p-piss, Master. My tits bouncing in front of his face he pulls me closer to suck on my tits. As Tom entered the cell and saw there were two faggots on their knees with mouth wide open. Master I can't cum any more teen it will kill me. They froze and gazed longingly at each other. Pleasure clenched and shuddered. It had to be at least three to four times pussy the amount of Vince's largest loads when he was out of town and hadn't seen me for a week. “You just have to lay there, we could agree on a signal or word if it feels to weird, or I go to far.” I wasn't sure i was hearing it right, and then suddenly the redhead, Lydia, was holding my cock and sucking it, with Bella getting a close up. "Mmmmm" , I roared as I entered her tight asshole. Place the cloth over your mouth and we'll try kissing.” Rose grinned widely and sat on the couch, closing her eyes and placing the cloth over her mouth. “Oh, don’t stop on my account.” Logan winked. “Well… I… uh…” she started tight fiddling with her hands. Back at the caravan l got a very passionate kiss for being a brave girl. I thought to myself on the way to the car,'I wish I had the nerve to not wear my panties and let him see.' i started to notice how attractive she has “Eat my cunt, stud,” she growled. “I guess you are enjoying tits yourself Barb look at your cunt and nipples”. What could he possibly want that Susan never offered? His cock was already hard.