Veronica’s brow furrowed with worry. “What are you going to do?” she forced out. She got her answer when Caroline gripped her jaw with one hand and worked the tip of her knife into Veronica’s mouth. Yanking her jaw open, Caroline crouched forward, peering into the dark, glistening hole of the scribe’s mouth. With a quick slice, she brought her knife across the back of Veronica’s tongue. Veronica tried to scream, but hot blood filled her mouth and transformed it into a gargle.
Yanking Veronica’s tongue out of her mouth, Caroline sat back and looked at the bloody piece of muscle happily. Veronica turned her head and coughed out the blood running down her throat. Caroline leaned back and brought Veronica’s severed tongue down to her crotch. She rubbed it against her pussy lips, moaning softly. She rocked her hips forward against her hand and Veronica’s tongue. The pain of her beating faded as the sexual stimulation drew her to orgasm.
Caroline went rigid on top of Veronica’s limbless body, crying out as her cunt juice gushed over the scribe’s severed tongue. “Can you taste me?” Caroline asked Veronica with a cruel laugh. As she came down, she pulled the tongue away from her crotch and popped it into her mouth. She chewed on the tough flesh, enjoying the blend of blood and her own pussy. Swallowing Veronica’s tongue, Caroline looked down at her plaything.
Veronica lay on the ground, letting out stuttering sobs. Caroline had stolen so much from her, but she wasn’t finished yet. She pried Veronica’s bloodstained eye open and used her knife to pluck the orb free. Veronica let out choked screams as Caroline sliced her eyes out, leaving her blind and – for all practical purposes – mute.
Rolling off of what was left of Veronica, Caroline popped the woman’s eyes into her mouth and chewed them up. Veronica was still alive, for the time being. Who knew how much longer she had? Caroline needed to work fast if she wanted to finish her work before Veronica expired.
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Yanking Veronica’s tongue out of her mouth, Caroline sat back and looked at the bloody piece of muscle happily. Veronica turned her head and coughed out the blood running down her throat. Caroline leaned back and brought Veronica’s severed tongue down to her crotch. She rubbed it against her pussy lips, moaning softly. She rocked her hips forward against her hand and Veronica’s tongue. The pain of her beating faded as the sexual stimulation drew her to orgasm.
Caroline went rigid on top of Veronica’s limbless body, crying out as her cunt juice gushed over the scribe’s severed tongue. “Can you taste me?” Caroline asked Veronica with a cruel laugh. As she came down, she pulled the tongue away from her crotch and popped it into her mouth. She chewed on the tough flesh, enjoying the blend of blood and her own pussy. Swallowing Veronica’s tongue, Caroline looked down at her plaything.
Veronica lay on the ground, letting out stuttering sobs. Caroline had stolen so much from her, but she wasn’t finished yet. She pried Veronica’s bloodstained eye open and used her knife to pluck the orb free. Veronica let out choked screams as Caroline sliced her eyes out, leaving her blind and – for all practical purposes – mute.
Rolling off of what was left of Veronica, Caroline popped the woman’s eyes into her mouth and chewed them up. Veronica was still alive, for the time being. Who knew how much longer she had? Caroline needed to work fast if she wanted to finish her work before Veronica expired.
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