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Dmitri was amused to see a younger woman briskly enter the interrogation room and plant herself in the seat opposite him and was also struck by her beauty; her ash-blonde hair was cropped like a boy’s and her lithe, small-breasted form modestly sheathed in a charcoal grey trouser suit and high-necked blouse. Dana had insisted that she was ready for the challenge and Katya could find no reason to deny her. Nonetheless, she was studying them through the two-way mirror and was ready to intervene if her protégé showed any sign of losing her composure. Crossing her long legs, Dana began by asking a series of routine questions – going by the book – which titjob Dmitri answered compliantly enough but without the intense engagement he had brought to his sessions with Katya. As she watched, Katya’s mind wandered to the vision which had disturbed her thoughts since their first encounter, the unbidden image of herself kneeling naked in front of Dmitri alone in the cell. With a start, she realised that she was now picturing Dana’s young, willowy body offered in the same pose of abject surrender. She took a deep breath and brushed a stray lock of hair away from her forehead, focusing afresh on the interview. “And then there were the designs discovered in the possession of your co-accused, Pierre” Dana was saying. “We will find him, and he will tell us how this machine was used, but it would be interesting to hear from you, now, what role it had in your activities.” She was being unduly harsh, Katya thought, deliberately maintaining a distance between herself and her subject. She wondered why. “We all enjoyed impalements” Dmitri replied “but it was Pierre’s particular favourite, of our various methods of slaughtering victims. It demands complete submission and great courage from the meat”. His deep, cum musical voice wove its spell again. “Many faced the challenge; one particularly eager victim stands out in my memory, although I probably never knew her name. She was the second of four we were to kill teen that afternoon, and she caught my eye more than once while Pierre disposed of the woman ahead of her in line. She wanted it so badly”. In the derelict coach-house Pierre had built what looked like a stage for theatrical or musical performances. A row of four brass plates ran across the polished wooden floor, each with a five centimetre hole at its centre. In four pits beneath the planking, eight-foot stainless steel rods were aimed at sockets in the ceiling above and would be driven relentlessly upwards by low-geared electric cumshot motors. “We had just watched the first killing” said Dmitri “The meat was completely impaled. A rod ran into her cunt, through her body, out of her mouth and into the ceiling above. She was transfixed beautifully on tiptoe, her arms hanging loosely tits at her sides, fingers outspread, a thin trail of blood dripping from her mouth”. All eyes were on the last flutter of the dying woman’s eyelashes, except for Dmitri’s. He drew on his cigar and watched the next victim in line, a full figured blonde woman of about thirty who had come dressed in a white corset and stockings and gold court shoes. Round breasts heaved and her sharp, white teeth worried at the tip of her little finger, coquettishly. Her other hand was buried in her head of sandy curls; her eyes smouldered with a hellish fire from beneath heavy lashes. Dmitri watched intently as a single drop of moisture fell from her cunt onto the stone floor. Pierre turned and beckoned for the next victim. The blonde sighed and took one step forward, a second step and then collapsed, trembling, against the platform. She put a hand out to steady herself and fought to control her breathing but lust overcame her. 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