WARNING: This story contains scenes of death by impailment, if you do not wish to read such scenes then don’t read this story. The cell in the Turkish prison was damp and cold; dirty straw lying on the floor was my only bed. From the nearby cells, came the sobs and cries of my recent companions, two of whom were young women. I lay on the straw, trying not to think of the dreadful fate that awaited us in the morning. ...
The women were sitting in the back yard chatting. Sandra a vivacious blonde was discussing breast implants with her friend Cathy. Cathy was a tall, somewhat thin brunette who now sported full large breasts and wore the tight clothes to show them off. “Those look great Cathy,” Sandra observed, eyeing her friend’s new acquisitions. “Umm,” Cathy responded pushing her breasts up with her hands, accentuating their round fullness. She laughed. “The only problem is feeding them.” She said, sighing. ...
She sat on the beach partially upright in her lounge chair looking at him. “Well, I am a smoker, so eventually I will probably eat you.“ she calmly informed him. He looked at her. It was his decision. She was a curvaceous blonde. Her bikini showed off her large breasts and slender waist to good effect. She knew this too. It was very tempting and that was the idea. He suspected many men might have gone the same route. He looked at her smile, those straight white teeth. How many victims passed that way into her rapacious female body, just food and a good meal. He swallowed hard. He might last a good long time and have lots of good sex with that body first. It was tempting. ...