I looked at the clothes that her family sent with her and realised that she would never fit into that sexy dress as her belly was too bloated and the ...rest of her body was also a bit puffy with decay. She would need some loose clothing. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the mall nearby and picked a white sleeveless maternity dress and a short blue skirt. Arriving back at the morgue, I slipped the strapless black bra left by her family over her breasts and secured it behind her back. I helped. Leaving her warm blanket behind, she gathered up her bow and arrow and crawled through to the back of the wagon. Her movement alerted Gyorgy to be more observant as well, so between the two of them, any danger would be spotted, no matter from which direction it came.After several minutes of intense alertness, Katrina relaxed a little. Nothing seemed to be happening. A movement in the sky attracted her attention. She looked up. Two huge birds of prey were flying overhead. The larger of the two. She wondered at the fact that she felt no pity at all for the men she had just tortured & drowned. No, they were not men. They were monsters the world could easily do without.Georges turned the speedboat towards land, where Wolf’s driver would be waiting for them & the next stage of her plan would begin.Following the instructions that he was given earlier, the unsuspecting driver met the speedboat at the wharf. With the three women wearing cloaks & high heals, accompanied by Georges, he had. I try to stand up to relieve the pain and she puts a hand on my shoulder, gently pushing me down and kissing my forehead (I’m stronger than she is but she has me under control). To make sure I don’t try to stand again she steps on my testicles and squashes them against the seat of the stool, causing a string of pre-cum to leak onto her shoe. ‘Dirty kitten’ she says and lifts her foot to my mouth for cleaning. I sit, naked and impaled on the milking stool, and clean my mess from her delicate.