With Veronica unconscious, Caroline strapped her axe to her back and scooped the armless woman up. Avoiding the remainder of her traps was easy work as she made her way to a large central room at the heart of the cave. She already had a fire pit going. Dumping Veronica’s limp body onto the ground next to the pit, Caroline quickly grabbed her axe from her back and held the blade over the flames.
When it glowed an angry red, Caroline brought the steaming metal to each of Veronica’s bloody stumps. Veronica briefly came to, sitting upright and howling like a dying beast, before passing out again and dropping back to the ground. Caroline chuckled at the reaction and set her axe aside, letting it cool down.
Slipping her knife free of its sheath, Caroline slowly cut away Veronica’s robes. She tossed the tatters of fabric into the fire pit, watching it burn down to ash. Once Veronica was nude, Caroline took a few moments to admire her latest toy. She was pleasantly surprised to see that she and Veronica shared similar physical attributes. The loose-fitting robes had hidden the girl’s surprisingly defined muscle tone. She was no weakling.
If I’d gotten her that stupid dress she kept going on about, I’d have gotten to admire her body sooner, Caroline thought with a cruel smirk as she flicked at one of her small pink nipples. The flesh tightened instinctively from the attention. “The things I’m gonna do to you,” she said with a grin. Taking advantage of Veronica’s unconscious state, Caroline stripped out of her own clothes and went back to free Veronica’s severed arm from the bear trap.
Dropping down between Veronica’s splayed thighs, Caroline brought the woman’s severed arm up. She sucked her limp fingers into her mouth, running her tongue along the digits. She giggled as they moved easily from her tongue’s prods, the muscles completely relaxed. They’d remain that way for a few hours until rigor mortis set in. That’s assuming I haven’t gobbled all the flesh of them by then, Caroline thought, popping Veronica’s lifeless, glistening fingers free of her mouth.
Taking the scribe’s limp hand in her own, Caroline brought it to Veronica’s crotch. She worked the slack fingers across the soft folds of Veronica’s cunt before forcing two of them inside her. Lying sprawled on the ground, Veronica let out a muffled groan, unconsciously responding to the macabre fingering. Caroline pushed Veronica’s dead fingers deeper into her moistening slit, grabbing the severed arm by the shoulder stump and twisting it to rotate the fingers inside Veronica’s pussy.
Pushing the severed arm’s thumb down against the stiff bud of Veronica’s clit, Caroline forced the cooling flesh to massage the unconscious woman to the point of climax. Caroline felt a blend of perverse glee and deep arousal at the thought of getting Veronica off with her own hacked off limb. Veronica let out an awkward grunt. Her legs jerked and a fresh gush of juices flowed from her pussy. The scribe’s eyes slowly opened, drawn back to the land of the living, much to her dismay.
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When it glowed an angry red, Caroline brought the steaming metal to each of Veronica’s bloody stumps. Veronica briefly came to, sitting upright and howling like a dying beast, before passing out again and dropping back to the ground. Caroline chuckled at the reaction and set her axe aside, letting it cool down.
Slipping her knife free of its sheath, Caroline slowly cut away Veronica’s robes. She tossed the tatters of fabric into the fire pit, watching it burn down to ash. Once Veronica was nude, Caroline took a few moments to admire her latest toy. She was pleasantly surprised to see that she and Veronica shared similar physical attributes. The loose-fitting robes had hidden the girl’s surprisingly defined muscle tone. She was no weakling.
If I’d gotten her that stupid dress she kept going on about, I’d have gotten to admire her body sooner, Caroline thought with a cruel smirk as she flicked at one of her small pink nipples. The flesh tightened instinctively from the attention. “The things I’m gonna do to you,” she said with a grin. Taking advantage of Veronica’s unconscious state, Caroline stripped out of her own clothes and went back to free Veronica’s severed arm from the bear trap.
Dropping down between Veronica’s splayed thighs, Caroline brought the woman’s severed arm up. She sucked her limp fingers into her mouth, running her tongue along the digits. She giggled as they moved easily from her tongue’s prods, the muscles completely relaxed. They’d remain that way for a few hours until rigor mortis set in. That’s assuming I haven’t gobbled all the flesh of them by then, Caroline thought, popping Veronica’s lifeless, glistening fingers free of her mouth.
Taking the scribe’s limp hand in her own, Caroline brought it to Veronica’s crotch. She worked the slack fingers across the soft folds of Veronica’s cunt before forcing two of them inside her. Lying sprawled on the ground, Veronica let out a muffled groan, unconsciously responding to the macabre fingering. Caroline pushed Veronica’s dead fingers deeper into her moistening slit, grabbing the severed arm by the shoulder stump and twisting it to rotate the fingers inside Veronica’s pussy.
Pushing the severed arm’s thumb down against the stiff bud of Veronica’s clit, Caroline forced the cooling flesh to massage the unconscious woman to the point of climax. Caroline felt a blend of perverse glee and deep arousal at the thought of getting Veronica off with her own hacked off limb. Veronica let out an awkward grunt. Her legs jerked and a fresh gush of juices flowed from her pussy. The scribe’s eyes slowly opened, drawn back to the land of the living, much to her dismay.