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EXTREME WARNING. This story contains descriptions of violence, snuff,
eroto-cannibalism and sexual acts. Do not read if these subjects are
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EXTREME WARNING. In no way do I condone any of the anti-social behavior
described in the story. This is an erotic fantasy, not to be confused
with reality.

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The Feast of Purim
By Grim Williams

Series One, Part Two

Guy and Esther Nyrian were somewhat undecided as they parked their
rusty motor outside the Gates of Shushan.

They needed feed. They had four dams cooped up in the back of their
motor and these were eating them out of house and home. Trading in
human cargo is an expensive business. But what could they do? They
could hardly starve the Aquarian cunts without risking their health,
and the fucking Aquarians knew it. Any sign of an illness and they'd be
impossible to sell, which would mean keeping them for longer, giving
them more feed, and on and on would go the vicious cycle.

Guy sighed, clambering out of the motor. At least they had a little
money from the sale of the dead Aquarian's hair. They'd sold her scalp
to a passing caravan of Piscean peddlers on the long desert road.

"A good scalp fetches a good price in the harems at Ahas," the peddlers
had said, examining the blonde hair carefully. Esther had already
washed out the heavy grease and the white traces of semen. "Those girls
are into the bizarre. We always sell them a trinket or two. And why
not? What else do they have to think about? When there's fifty wives
for the one man, the prize goes to her that's the most inventive."

Esther's mind boggled. What did they mean? What could you possibly do
with a wig of blonde hair apart from wear it?

They had parked by a dusty water pool. Guy slowly ambled across to it
and looked down. It was surrounded by large numbers of women who were
busying themselves with all manner of tasks. Some were fetching large
jars of water for their Masters, others were washing clothes and yet
others had partially disrobed and were bathing their bodies in the warm
morning sunshine.

One or two looked up curiously from their chores at this dark haired
stranger. Perhaps they noticed the motor with its Aquarian skull
proudly on display on the dashboard. Perhaps they heard the groans of
female discomfort from the back. But most of them concentrated on what
they were doing, showing neither interest nor excitement.

It wasn't so very bad, Guy considered, idly watching a young Virgo as
she bathed. The girl smiled at him.

He wasn't hungry any more, that was a gain. He remembered that first
day, ripping into the blonde Aquarian's juicy thighs, that wonderful
first taste of her, enjoying her, staring into the open eyes of her
beautiful face, so erotic, frozen with fear, lifeless in front of him
on a silver platter.

God, he'd been hungry.

"I want her head," he'd said to Esther, gnawing greedily on the meat.
"That's mine. Brother's privilege. We get one tit each and her cunt
also splits down her slit. But I want the head."

Esther had been in no mood to argue. They had five dams and food in
abundance. What reason was there to argue?

It was also pointless. When her brother was in this kind of mood, he
would take a knife to her rather than give in. Not that this always
made a difference, because she had a fiery temper and sometimes it was
fun to annoy him.

But who ate the young Aquarian's brains wasn't an issue that bothered
her. Esther wasn't overly fond of brain.

And so, while she went and pleasured herself on one of the remaining
dams, Guy had taken the blonde woman's head to his room. He'd stripped
off, and had then taken the Aquarian for one last time, sticking his
long thick penis into her dead lifeless mouth.

"Come on, bitch," he'd moaned, staring into her eyes, those focused,
staring eyes. "Fuck me! Come on. Fuck me!"

It made him feel good, it made him feel powerful, like a man. Holding
her at the back of the neck, just where he'd snapped her head from her
spine, he was able to force her to caress his manhood with her soft
lips. He was able to force it into her luscious young mouth. He was
able to force it all the way to the hilt.

"Fuck me, bitch!"

Faster and faster he got, and never once did her blue eyes flinch,
never once did she gag, never once did she pause for breath.

"Fuck me!" he cried, thrusting himself into her, deep into her very
soul. He grabbed hold of her cheeks, her ears, gripping them tightly,
squeezing her, with a savage animal intensity.

He danced round the room, naked, making her lick him, make her jig,
yelling out freely, obscenely.

"Fuck me!" he screamed, the taste of her meat fresh in his mouth. "Fuck
me, you bitch. I want you to make me come!"

And she did. She had no choice. She danced his macabre dance and she
fucked him hard until he came. She made him spurt his hot sticky come
into her smooth dry mouth, filling her, raping her. He rammed his cock
deeper into her gullet than he'd ever done before, shoving it down her
short severed throat and then scrutinizing the trickle of white gism
that dribbled from the other end.

He smiled, holding himself inside her, catching the dripping come with
the palm of one hand and wiping it into her greasy hair. He was happy.
He could keep his cock in her mouth all day if he wanted. She wouldn't
stop him. God. She was his.

Things were looking up. The young Virgo was washing herself in the
muddy pool. She had a bright blue shawl, an open blue gown and an
expensive looking undergarment. She had pretty legs. Very pretty legs.
No. He wasn't hungry now. They'd had one hell of a feast!

"Look after the dams!" he ordered Esther, gazing lustfully at the blue
nymph in front of him. "Let me find where we can buy some feed."

Esther saw where he was looking. She was jealous. "Why should I look
after your fucking dams?" she screamed at him. She was furious. The
nubile Virgo had pulled the hoops of cloth away from her breasts with a
warm inviting smile and stood upright, unashamed, letting him look at
her pretty firm tits.

She cupped them for him.

Esther was mad with anger. She grabbed the skull from off the dashboard
and threw it at him. She missed. It splashed into the water.

"Look after them, yourself!" she screamed. "I'm going to find myself a
real man!"

God. He was helping that brazen bitch out of the pool. He was putting
his arm around her.

Fuck him!

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Damn it. Men!

End of Series One, Part Two