
EXTREME WARNING. This is intended for persons of 18 years of age or 
above. If you are not 18 then go away.

EXTREME WARNING. This story contains descriptions of violence, snuff, 
eroto-cannibalism and sexual acts. Do not read if these subjects are 
likely to offend.

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 Three


Neither of them were speaking. 

Guy. Esther. Both were silent.

Guy was mad. Esther was mad. He felt he had a right to be mad. Why 
should he need to seek Esther's approval for anything? He was the man 
around here. And she, on the other hand, was jealous.

And so, neither of them were speaking.

Guy was fuming. How dare she! Esther was his sister, not his wife. He 
was a free man. He could do as he liked. Why shouldn't he walk with 
another woman if he wanted? 

Neither of them spoke.

Esther wouldn't tell him, because she wasn't speaking, but she was 
aching inside. She loved him with a passion that wasn't proper for a 
sister. She always had done.

And so they both sat in silence. Fidgeting.

Guy smiled smugly to himself. That Virgo had certainly been something 
else. He remembered the absolute vision of her breasts, and how she'd 
smiled invitingly, uncovering them so sensuously and presenting them 
for him to see.

Esther sat sulkily in the front of the motor. She sat still and stony 
faced, her body averted, glowering over her shoulder.

She defied him to speak.

She watched him place the Aquarian skull back where it belonged on the 
dashboard. He'd trawled through the mud of the pool until he'd found 
it, the very pool where that wonderful girl had exposed herself so 
prettily for him. The turn of her breast and the flutter of her eye was 
still so vivid in his mind.

Esther had watched him carefully, paddling in the water. And her heart 
ached. God help her!

"So why is this woman going to help us?" she asked reluctantly, cutting 
into the silence with a knife. 

"Pardon?"

She frowned. "What's her name? I don't know: the bitch with the tits. 
Why does she want to help us? What's her reason?"

Guy threw spit and venom at her. Fuck it, he thought. The bitch with 
the tits! He jumped out of the motor and slammed the door shut. God. He 
threw his hands into the air. "Why does there always have to be a 
reason?" he barked through the open window. "Why can't you just accept 
the way things are?"

"Of course there's a reason," Esther screamed back, storming out, 
following him to the back of the motor. She wanted to hurt him, to kiss 
him, to love him, to hit him. God! "Fuck it, Guy. People don't help 
strangers out of the goodness of their heart. They have an angle."

He bristled with frustration and ire. "Very clever," he snapped, 
hoisting a bag of feed into the back of the motor. He was seething with 
bad emotion. The bag flew like it was full of feathers. He stopped, his 
body sweating. "But hasn't it occurred to you that what's good for her, 
may also be good for us."

Esther shook her head slowly, pouting at him, folding her arms 
expectantly. "Go on. Tell me how if you're so clever!"

He picked up a second big sack of feed, flicking it across to the far 
corner of the motor and dropping it with a thump. 

He had bought three sacks of it, enough to feed both Esther and himself 
for several weeks if only they could get rid of those shitty dams. 

They were screaming at each other again back there in their cage. He 
could hear their shrill, raucous voices. But they wouldn't continue for 
much longer. He'd bought himself a remedy. If they didn't stop soon, he 
had tags in his pocket that would bring them to their senses. He smiled 
viciously to himself, quite hoping that they would keep up their noise.

Esther too. Especially Esther. He'd do her too. Keep it up, Esther, he 
thought to himself. Keep it up. You deserve everything that's coming to 
you.

"There's a chap up by the Castle," he said indifferently, carefully 
disguising what he was planning. He stepped forward, advancing casually 
upon his young sister. "Ruth, that Virgo, she's a Carcass of Fortune, a 
mercenary. She works there, by the Castle. The chap that sold her the 
contract runs a big butchery, all very posh and high class. Ruth says 
he pays top dollar for quality meat, no questions asked." 

He took another step forward.

"Ruth, eh?" Esther repeated jealously, retreating warily, keeping at a 
healthy distance.

Now he was really annoyed. Suddenly, he sprung forward, pouncing with 
all the athleticism of an angry cat. He grabbed hold of her retreating 
arm, pulling her into him. "That' right," he returned belligerently. 
"Ruth said it. Ruth. Ruth. Ruth. Is that what this is all about? What's 
wrong with me speaking to Ruth? Why shouldn't I go out with an 
attractive woman? It's not as though she's got a future. She's living 
meat and she knows and accepts it. Why do you have a problem with 
that?"

She fought to escape him.

"What's wrong with you, Esther?" he cried, full of frustrated passion. 
They scuffled, their bodies rubbing against each other. "Why can't you 
accept a gift horse in the mouth? If I can get the dams to him tonight, 
then he'll take them at 125 shekels per kilo. 125 shekels, Esther. Now 
shove that up your skinny little ass and eat it!"

She pushed against his chest, trembling, her breathing heavy. "125 
shekels?" she scoffed contemptuously, hiding the tremor in her voice. 
"You're a fool, Guy Nyrian. You thought she was serious? You're a 
stupid fool and I'm telling you, before long you're going to get us 
both sold to a butchery too!"

Her heart was thumping and there was a terrible crushing sensation in 
her stomach. He was a volcano about to erupt. He was so angry. What was 
he going to do? She stared at him defiantly, playing Carmen to his Don 
Jose. She knew exactly what she was doing. "You're a stupid fool!" she 
taunted. "A fool, Guy. A fool!"

His eyes closed to slits and his nostrils flared. "Fuck it, Esther. 
I've had enough of you. You're so stubborn. If I'm a fool, then you're 
an ass!"

"You're the ass!" she goaded mercilessly. "And a real stupid ass at 
that!"

He snapped, twisting her over his knee. Her head went down, and her 
legs swung up helplessly into the air. "I'll show you who's the stupid 
ass!" he menaced, pinning her down.

She screamed, kicking and shouting. She felt his rough hand at the top 
of shorts and suddenly they were tearing. He'd pulled them down, her 
briefs too, over her hips and down to her knees. He had her butt 
quivering on his lap, naked and vulnerable to his hand. "How can you 
say no to 125 shekels?" he yelled, slapping her hard on her bare boyish 
ass. She kicked out at him, but her legs only connected with an old 
broom, sending it flying. He struck her again and again, venting his 
anger and frustration on her reddening buttocks, enjoying the sound of 
his hand whacking her quivering flesh. He kept going even after her ass 
cheeks bloomed and turned bright crimson. "Do you realize how much that 
works out?" he snarled at her. Whack! Whack! "If those dams come in at 
a weight of 250 kilos, that gives us a profit of over 30000 shekels!"

"Stop it!" Esther yelled, pretending to cry. "Stop it, Guy. Can't you 
see what you're doing? You're hurting me."

She could feel his firm cock pressing against her stomach and her heart 
sang. She was arousing him. It was working. Although it was 
embarrassing to have her clothes lowered to half-mast and to be at his 
mercy, it was also exciting. Just like the old days. He liked to smack 
her. He always had. She was making him hard.

He struck her lower down, deliberately catching the sensitive purse of 
her pussy. It stung so much that she kicked out again.

"Fuck you, Guy. Ouch! Nobody is going to pay us 125 shekels for those 
women! Nobody," she fought, wrestling with him, punching, trying to get 
up. You're just a stupid fool! Oh God!"

He'd managed to get between her legs, striking her pussy lips just as 
she'd kicked. The pain radiated out from her cunt. How could he 
possibly do this to her? It was so humiliating. But her teats were rock 
hard and aching inside her ill-fitting bra, yearning for his touch.

He stopped. "Have you had enough?" he queried at last.

In reply, she slammed her fist into his jaw. Not yet, she thought. She 
wanted more. "People don't pay over the odds without good reason," she 
muttered through gritted teeth, crashing her elbow into his rib cage. 
"Why is this man offering so much, Guy? Why? Come on! Tell me. What 
were we always taught? If something seems too good to be true, then it 
probably is. Ouch!  Oh God! Why would anyone pay us 125 shekels when 
they can buy girls from the market for half that. It stinks."

She hit him again. She caught him on the face. That hurt. In response, 
he rolled her over so that her front was upmost, facing him. There was 
a cold, icy expression on his eyes. 

He was wondering whether he dared. Esther spat at him.

He grinned, and it made her shiver with expectation. "You'll regret 
that," he promised, pinning both of her arms with one of his own and 
then wrapping his strong leg around hers. She struggled to escape, but 
she couldn't now, and when finally gave up, breathless, he grinned 
again.

"Are you ready?" he teased, staring suggestively at the trembling space 
between her legs. 

"Fuck you!" she retaliated, vainly trying to get away from him.

So then he hit her. He slapped her hard across her mound, catching her 
full on her most sensitive parts. She wailed in agony, trying to double 
up, to protect herself, but prevented by his enormous strength. 

He slapped her again, and again she screamed. "Have you been down to 
the market?" he asked, laying his palm more gently, and yet also 
somehow more threateningly across her throbbing aching cunt, feeling 
her silky black hair. "No? Of course, you haven't. But I have. Ruth 
took me. And do you know what I found, sis? There were only two dams 
there: two. And they were both ugly hags." His fingers wandered inside 
her tender slit. She gasped. "Looked like they were breeders. Both of 
them, huge pot bellied cows with tits that drooped to their navels."

He lifted his hand; Esther tensed, prepared for the blow. Her cunt was 
quivering, ready to explode into the most beautiful of orgasms. "They 
were the pits," he said, watching her, his hand hovering. God, this was 
awful. When was he going to strike? How long was he going to make her 
wait? "Ruth told me that her owner - his name is Hegai - the one up by 
the Castle, he has a big order that he needs to fill. There's going to 
be an important feast in six weeks time. Ruth says that unless her 
number comes up in the lottery, that's where she'll end up. Don't you 
see, sis? Hegai needs dams! It's a seller's market. He's snapping up 
every dam under the age of thirty that he can get his hands on."

Then he slapped her. It came. She came. She screamed, squeezing her 
legs tightly together. "God," she moaned. "Oh God. And you want to 
leave me here and go with your Virgo bitch, taking our dams into the 
Casbah! You're a fool. You are. You're a fool. A real fool, Guy 
Nyrian."

She howled in anguish as he struck her again, forcing open her legs so 
that he could beat her open pussy with the full weight of his hand.

He stared inside her, at her open wet cunt. "You'll change your mind 
when I come back rich," he growled, striking her right between the 
lips. She was so wet now, so very wet. The palm of his hand was 
dripping with her juices. She gasped, her mouth wide open and her eyes 
staring into the distance. "I've been there, Esther. It's a butcher's 
paradise. They have a stage, with an oven and a spit and a huge glass 
cooking pot. You've never seen anything like it. And there's a lottery, 
and the girl that loses the lottery has to get up on the stage and 
strut her stuff for the men sitting at the tables. She has to show them 
everything, absolutely everything. She does this sexy striptease, 
removing all her clothes, and much more. You wouldn't believe what 
those girls have to do: it's obscene! And then when she's naked and 
everyone's real excited, she has to arouse their appetites in another 
way, by preparing herself to be cooked. They grease their own hair and 
hose out their own insides. Some of them even have lines painted on 
their bodies so the punters know where to cut after the cooking. It's 
on the level, Esther. It really is. We're going to be alright."

Esther spread her legs for him as open as she could. In her mind, she 
could see herself there on the stage, lying on a platter, prepared and 
ready for the oven, watched by dozens of men, all whispering, greedily 
making claim to the parts of her they fancied. "I want to come," she 
gasped, her eyes now closed. She shuddered. "I want to come. Please let 
me come."

He pulled one of the tags that he had bought from his pocket. It was a 
small piece of solid-state about the size of a thumbnail.

Her legs were wide open. The pink flesh of her pussy gaping its open 
invitation. His sister was destined for the oven, of that Guy had no 
doubt. He wasn't blind; she always reacted this way whenever the 
subject was mentioned. The prospect of being cooked excited and 
fulfilled her. She was just a little frightened; that was 
understandable. She just needed his help; that was all. 

He didn't disappoint. He plunged his finger deep inside her and at the 
end of it there was the deadly tag. 

"What are you doing?" she gasped, closing her legs around his fingers, 
panting from her orgasm. "Oh, God. What have you done?" But she was 
already too late. At the very moment that she realized that he'd tagged 
her, her juices were already dissolving the special coating around the 
device, activating its epoxy glue. It would set within seconds, fixing 
it firmly and forever to the soft slippery lining of her cunt,

He grinned. Now she was truly his. Never again would they argue like 
today.

"Yes," he said, kissing her tenderly. "You may come now. You may also 
come with me to see Ruth's owner. I'd like that. You may come with me 
to the butchery."

She sighed, purring softly, recovering her breath. It wasn't so bad. 
Perhaps they had both got their way, after all.


End of Series One, Part Three
