Page 72 of Sinners Reunion

At least Josie finally calmed down once she saw what was being strapped into a set of feeding harnesses—two nude pedophiles and nothing cute and fuzzy in sight. Unless you count their tiny penises.

They’re dazed after a blow to the head. It’s not safe to pump anesthesia into them before feeding them to the animals.

Besides, we want them to feel it.

Their limbs have been left free so that they might suffer more. We also want the alligators to get a good fight. They need to know that their prey won’t just lie down and die. Until the staff see the beasts are willing to work for their dinner, they aren’t ready to go back to the wild.

Josie sucks in a breath and blows it out. “I don’t want to keep finding things to bitch about, but are you sure this won’t cause these gators to see humans as food? I don’t want them to get shot because you taught them that we taste just like chicken too.”

“No, that’s a valid concern,” the worker says. “These alligators are slated for release to a section of the reserve Mister Madigan has walled off from any possibility of human interaction. This ensures what we’re doing here won’t cause harm to innocents or the gators down the line.”

Another worker appears as the whine of a motor rings through the rafters. The two Cattle begin to rise, and the alligators move toward the shallow pool.

That sound is their dinner bell. They know what to do.

The worker comes closer and offers a set of controls each to Rose and Josie. The ladies take them with excited smiles. They continue smiling as the worker explains how to move the meat puppets around the water’s edge to entice the animals to hunt.

Grim pouts, likely perturbed he wasn’t also given a toy to play with. I’m fine with being left out. It gives me a moment to consider how things are going.

As the staff member drones on about what to do and what not to do, I let my mind wander to how I plan to win that bet.

I had hoped bringing up the rules once more would encourage her to mention the kissing issue, and I was correct. I didn’t anticipate she’d shut down just as easily, however. The topic was a nonstarter, and I couldn’t press her. She’s flighty, that one.

Then I thought I’d take a more direct approach. Perhaps the rule merely stood for some imagined barrier. Those are broken easily enough, so I plowed ahead and pressed her against that glass wall. I held my lips closer to hers than ever before, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t see a crack form in her flawless finish—small, but there. The girl was fighting demons, all of them telling her to kiss me.

So why didn’t she?

At least I can be certain this challenge is the only reason she intrigues me so. The sex, also. She’s beautiful. Can’t forget the way she cooks pancakes after sex . . .

What the hell am I saying?

I drag my hand down my face. Maybe I should have requested one of those controllers for all of us after all. Thinking isn’t going so well for me at the moment.

Josie’s laughter drags my attention back to the activity. Her Cattle has woken up, and he’s currently power shitting all over the water.

“Not to worry!” the worker shouts at Josie. “They’ve been fed a special diet to prepare them for this. Everything in their body is totally safe for the fish and the gators.”

Josie looks back at me. “They really do think of everything here.”

I nod at her. This bodes well for Jim’s sloth obsession.

Rose’s Cattle comes to with a shout, and the worker tells the girls they can get started. We all inch a little closer to the catwalk’s edge so that we can get a better view.

The ladies begin lowering their figures, and the shouting intensifies when the two men realize what’s happening.

Rose puts her controller between her knees and motions for Grim. He holds out his hand, and she speaks into it. Grim looks at the Cattle and yells, “Now you will have no control the way you took control from those children. Enjoy your death!”

Beaming with pride and adoration, Rose smiles up at Grim.

I place my hands around Josie and grip the railing on either side of her. Her ass presses against me, and I don’t even attempt to keep myself soft. Let her feel what she does to me.

She and Rose lower their meat puppets until their feet touch the water. Both men snatch their legs higher, turning them into dancing froglets. The ladies bounce them up and down, giggling the entire time, and I can’t help but smile. Even Grim looks less perturbed than normal. When an alligator leaps up and grips a foot that dangled a little too low, I damn near see a hint of excitement from the old chap.

The beast twists its body until the limb snaps off. The Cattle yowls, and blood jets from his knee stump. Rose presses a button and releases the harness, dropping the one-legged man into the shallow pool. He collides with a splash, and the movement draws more scaled creatures from the water.

“Holy shit,” Josie says. “How many are in there?”

“Seven,” the worker says. “The other four are smaller, so they tend to show up for the scraps. All the movement must have drawn them out.”