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The Himalayan Devil Woman An Exploitation Tale/Horror Epic by Christopher Zisi

PREFACE The wonderful world of exploitation! In that particular world stewardesses were still attractive, and fiendish mad-scientists posed real threats to the good people of Planet Earth. Diving into that world has been loads of fun and coupled with my travels through Asia (and Europe), my artistic juices produced The Himalayan Devil Woman. This effort began in 2013 while I was in Hyderabad, India. I met some amazing individuals who became inspiration for some neat characters. Still, the work went unfinished for about five years.An incomplete short story would eventually become this novel but only after I allowed my love for 1970s exploitation films to mold the final 75% of the book. When I write, creating a character is the most important strategy I have. The characters are born first… then a plot. 1975’s Loaded Guns in which Ursula Andress is a glamorous international stewardess who goes on to take apart several European criminal organizations was the first film to come to mind. Next, a sordid tale in which cheerleaders and models are kidnapped and sold into ‘white slavery,’ The Abductors. From the makers of the The Abductors is 1971’s Ginger, in which a sultry secret agent endures capture, rape, humiliation, and torture in her quest to rid New Jersey of evil. Finally, a 1995 Shannon Tweed film, No Contest, in which a beauty pageant hostess turns the tables on the terrorists that have taken her hostage rounds out the set of films that helped inspire many of the characters and plots in this story. As for the men… well they are in this tale as well. In the wonderful world of exploitation, they are oppressors of women and seek only to dominate and rape.

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THE XTREM COLLECTION Most notably the men in my book are mad-scientists, hulking athletes, or henchmen. When man meets woman… bad things happen. Born out of the 1970s, the drive-in style of exploitation may be slightly prophetic. In 2019 males seem to be losing their masculinity and women are losing their femininity. As political movements seem to be driving a stake between the two sexes, the relationships between the two are dying. Men are scared to death to date women, especially in college, and women are led to believe all men are pigs. Definitions of rape and harassment have been expanded to include fore-play and dating and the two sexes have no clue about how to approach each other. With a decreasing familiarity between the two sexes, madscientists and female vixens will give us a world where every beauty is an international assassin and every hunk is either a rapist or a mad-scientist. Perhaps in a figurative sense we are already there. No one in this novel is real… at least not yet. Morality and compassion are thrown out the window in favor of carnage and world domination. Bleak? Maybe. Audiences in the 1970s flocked to these exploitation films because they fulfilled a secret fantasy inside them. Women were dangerous and used sex to advance their goals. Initially, critics termed these films as misogyny and governments held hearings wondering if they should be banned. Time is a great elixir and as the new century rolled in, these films were suddenly seen as feminist anthems. Women empowered! All of a sudden woman were in control and used sex, not as a submissive duty, but as a weapon to weaken their male partners. In a little while you will meet the Himalayan devil woman. Shortly after that you will meet a sultry Chinese assassin. Then several beauty pageant damsels will show a hidden side of their psyches. Mad scientists will abound and a jaunt across the globe will be the setting. Enjoy… and if deviance and extreme gore offend you… well, go read Angela’s Ashes or The Bridges of Madison County.

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Chapter 1: Somalin Three peaks of destiny. Deep in the Himalayas, on an isolated peak, near a disputed border, lay a Pakistani army unit, torn to shreds by some unimaginable force… Several kilometers to the north, on a peak shrouded permanently by soupy fog, the crimson blood of a herd of yaks stained the icy snow… On a yet undiscovered peak, purloined in a dark cave, dwelt a wild woman, known only as Somalin. Hanging on the wall of this cave were Chinese throwing stars, created by the legendary wild woman from the femur bones of the corpses of soldiers. Four miles below the ominous cave, Dr. Chandra Proudushar struggled to calm his local guides and chirpas. When planning this expedition in the hallowed halls of Bengaluru University, he never foresaw the horror of the local population toward what lay awaiting on the targeted peak. What eventually proved to be a fatal calculation, Dr. Proudushar assumed the humble population were paralyzed by the horror of the Yeti. Unbeknownst to the unfortunate doctor, the local villagers were keenly aware of what waited… way above the wintery clouds.

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Down the mountain: The mist from Bisleri Falls skewered any remaining visibility. Sunil Gorpa did not mind. Anything that shielded his eyes from the monstrosity locked in the titanium cage was a welcomed companion to the petrified graduate student. His mentor, and surrogate father, Dr. Proudushar, now a permanent resident of the makeshift graveyard outside the newly discovered cave above. All of Gorpa’s loving memories and images of Dr. Proudushar were now replaced with shocking ones of Proudushar’s vital organs strewn all over the newly discovered cave… or as Gorpa referred to it… The Hell of the Himalayas. Hearing the water crashing at the bottom rocks of the Bisleri Falls, Gorpa knew he was only five kilometers from the base camp. He thought of the irony of the whole expedition. No more would he wake up in a cold drenching sweat from nightmares about the Yeti beasts. No… his greatest fear, now overcome. Kismet*, Gorpa thought, was now laughing at him, as an even greater horror would now torment him in his slumber. The being inside the titanium cage! Gorpa and the two surviving chirpas dragged the cage toward the base camp. Trying to ignore the shrieking howls from the being inside [The remainder of this

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Chapter 4: Mr. Raj Thravendish Raj had managed the Taj Krishna Hotel in Mumbai for the past 16 years. The luxury hotel was his child. Every one of his decisions regarding the hotel was motivated by pure fatherly love. What the small, greasy man, sitting opposite him in his own office, was telling him to do… well… it was too offensive to Mr. Raj’s sensibilities to continue a polite conversation. Unfortunately for Mr. Raj, his hotel, through their charitable giving, had financed the university mission which brought the Himalayan Devil Woman back to civilization. India’s government was forced to make a difficult decision. Though the monster was a vicious cannibal-monster… she was human. Because the beast was deemed human, cages, restraints, and any ownership rights were forbidden. Sensing Mr. Raj’s outrage, Parmander Surapjav decided to re-state his proposition in gentler terms. Mr. Surapjav, the Indian Minister of Cultural Inclusion, took a parental tone, despite being of equal age with Mr. Raj. “Mr Raj,” cooed Mr. Surapjav, “India’s strength is its diversity of cultures… our multi-cultural hiring initiative will only make The Taj Krishna a better hotel.” The government minister stopped as he saw Mr. Raj’s face turn deep red. Mr. Raj, bypassing polite etiquette, cut right to the crux of the meeting, “You are mad,” he shrieked, “Hire a ghoulish fiend? A monster!?!” “My dear Mr. Raj,” Mr. Surapjav condescended, “the Somalin woman is not a monster, she is merely from a culture which mystifies many in Mumbai.” “SHE EATS PEOPLE!!!!!” again Mr. Raj shrieked. “I admit she has unique methods of communication,” quickly retorted Mr. Surapjav. Concluding that politeness was proving ineffective, The Minister of Cultural Inclusion laid out reality to Mr. Raj. “Of course, my dear Mr. Raj, the Indian government, representing all the peoples of our glorious and diverse country, would never mandate you to adopt the parameters of our new hiring initiative.”

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Mr. Surapjav wasn’t finished, “However, our Bureau of Licenses, Alcohol, and Permits tend to reflect happily on the wisdom of hotels who embrace inclusion and multi-culturalism.” There it was, Mr. Raj recognized the threat. Without the government’s permission to sell alcoholic beverages, his hotel would fail within a month. Somehow, since The Taj Krishna was responsible for bringing Somalin down from her mountain-top home, The Taj Krishna would have to free her from her cage and put her to work in the hotel.

Chapter 5: Nikolai Volkov The Nickel magnate from Vladivostok waited. He spotted the exotic beauty in the concierge lounge on the 23rd floor of the Taj Krishna in Mumbai. The Russian billionaire loved beautiful women… more specifically… he liked exotic sex with beautiful women. Five years ago, he swept the Miss World Pageant winner off her feet. Natalya Konstantinov became the trophy wife of Nikolai Volkov… so all the papers said. He was 35 years her senior but they both shared a love for deviant and experimental sex. When he saw the tall Asian beauty wearing a form fitting latex cat-suit in the lounge, he knew he had to have her. Volkov waited for a knock on his door, not realizing that the one called “Somalin” never knocked. Volkov never felt the first blow as his spinal cord was snapped just above his pelvis. Somalin moved fast… with paralysis, the old Russian would not have to be tied up. No longer a mere cannibal, Somalin was also a nymphomaniac… and she went to work. Volkov never felt any pain and was able to see the wild woman go to work. Her slender hand pulled down two zippers on her suit and within 15 seconds she stood above Volkov’s limp body, totally nude. Somalin was always intrigued by the male sex organ and what she could do to it. Volkov’s was quite erect, maybe three times the size as usual just prior to paralysis. She straddled Volkov between the sternum and chin, reached behind her and grabbed his man organ. SW DOUBLE EDITION

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As she caressed it her tongue went to work on Volkov’s face and ears. She then allowed Volkov’s tongue to go to work on her. These kills were getting more and more fun. Fifteen minutes passed. Somalin was tiring of the old fart. With her right hand she twisted off Volkov’s man-organ and ate it. The thing was down her esophagus and headed to her stomach in two bites. With both hands free and with Volkov staring at her with the stupidest expression she had ever seen, Somalin jerked his head awkwardly, instantly killing Russia’s richest industrialist. Four hours later Volkov’s body would be found by an elderly chambermaid. The poor woman would never work again after making this discovery. The abdomen was ripped open. His intestines, liver and kidney were gone. Blood splattered the walls and ceiling. The odor was putrid. The shocked chambermaid would never utter a word to Taj Krishna security. The poor woman did not want the wrath of Somalin to fell her, as well.

Chapter 6: Sergei Karamazov Moscow wasn’t happy. Their favorite billionaire had been dissected and eaten by a hotel employee in Mumbai. Nikolai Volkov wasn’t particularly liked in Moscow, but he did provide the best bribes in all of Europe and Asia. Because of Volkov’s generosity, many government officials in Moscow owned boats and vacation homes on the Black Sea. On occasion, the smelly billionaire would also provide his own wife, that former Miss World babe, and her dominatrix tendencies. Many of the bureaucrats preferred Natalya’s sexual favors than Volkov’s checks, and this usually yielded Volkov more favor from them. Moscow believed their task at hand was easy. In a discreet manner, they would provide Thravendish Raj with the name of a highly lethal Russian assassin. Raj would do the rest. Mr. Raj owned the hotel where the carnage took place. The Indian hotelier was also a valuable asset for Russian intelligence agencies.

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The Russians didn’t know that Mr. Raj also provided great intelligence to the Chinese, but in Asia… everyone serves many masters. Now Mr. Raj, armed with the name and location of Sergei Karamazov, was free to make any deal he could with the lethal former Spetznaz soldier. Trained to kill with complete discrimination, Karamazov was the ideal choice to eliminate the Himalayan monster. The absence of war almost killed him. Booze, loose women, gambling, and more booze had taken their toll on this killer. Still known as the best assassin in both Europe and Asia, Karamazov also completed his missions in the most brutal form. Usually this meant the victim’s head was detached from its torso and sent to some person or organization as a message. The cold and empty soul that was Karamazov almost didn’t accept what would end up being his last mission. On a cold, wind-swept night at a makeshift drinkery in Mongolia’s badlands (about 200 clicks from Ulan Bator), a fat, bald Indian man strode into the bar called ‘The Thirsty Yak.’ The former Spetznaz soldier was secreted in a stall, or pseudobathroom, and would not notice the out-of-place visitor for 30 minutes. Karamazov was passed out in a puddle of warm beer and cow urine. The old soldier was in no condition to talk business. Time does not move in the outer reaches of outer Mongolia. Eventually, the drunk Russian made it over to the splintery bar. Perhaps the sight of an unopened bottle of Finlandia vodka acted as a homing beacon. Finlandia in Mongolia? Only after he plopped his posterior uneasily on a barstool did Karamazov notice that the bottle was attached to the olive colored hand of a strange Indian man. In perfect Russian Mr. Raj spoke: “You are Karamazov… one million Swiss francs is currently being wired into your account in Zurich. Sober up and meet me at my hotel in Ulan Bator… the Royal Mongolian… in exactly 12 hours.” The little man seemed to disappear instantly after uttering these fateful words.

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72 hours later, that first meeting with Mr. Raj flashed through the soon to be detached brain of Karamazov. Rapidly bleeding to death on the floor of Room 618 of the Taj Krishna Hotel in Mumbai he surveyed the hopeless situation. The former Spetnaz soldier caught sight of his Katana sword, still gripped in his severed right hand, about five feet away from him. The unfired AK 47 rifle of the now defunct assassin was still gripped in his now severed left hand which lay about 10 feet away. Moments before, maybe 15 seconds previous, Karamazov would see Somalin, the wild beast of the Himalayas, make her last charge at him, equipped with a half-dozen Chinese throwing stars. To think that this wild woman would be an easy kill. As the life slipped away from the Russian assassin, Somalin, now nude, rubbed his blood all over her body and face before ripping out his internal organs. Karamazov would feed Somalin for two days… after that… Somalin would again pick out various guests in this luxury hotel she called home.

Chapter 7: Plan B Mr. Raj was furious. No wonder Russia couldn’t become the world’s number one superpower. Karamazov was a drunken disaster from the get go. Somalin was a monster and Moscow saw her as a woman. Sure, she cleaned up nicely and wore the Taj Krishna uniform nicely. As a cocktail waitress in the cocktail lounge, Somalin donned a black suede miniskirt (a tight one), black stockings, and a satin white blouse. Oh yes, shiny threeinch heels enhanced the entire package. Somalin would always leave the top three buttons of her blouse un-done which netted her the biggest tips of any waitress in the lounge. The other waitresses used to complain… they were beauties too. Unfortunately for Somalin’s very sexy colleagues, the Himalayan woman ate them all. Beijing was up. Having a large interest in the Taj Krishna hotel where a lot of American and Russian businessmen stayed, Beijing would appease Mr. Raj. SW DOUBLE EDITION

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The intelligence services in Beijing concluded that Karamazov’s soft-spot for tall, sexy Asian women caused him to hesitate, thus die… and be eaten. Nope, an assassin should never allow himself to be seduced, even for a split second. Beijing had the solution. Their deadliest assassin would be sent to Mumbai and eliminate Mr. Raj’s problem.

Chapter 8: Suyin Wong Naked and perspiring profusely, the naked Chinese beauty stared dreamily out her floorto-ceiling window in her 43rd floor Shanghai apartment. Her reflection stared back at her and Suyin Wong admired her near perfect body. A bite mark on her left breast was the only blemish, but after five years that scar was almost invisible. The dozens of erect construction cranes below were symbolic of the naked New Zealand rugby player tied up in her bed. What a night! Suyin Wong was entitled to some enjoyment. The last several hours with her boy toy were ecstatic. Today was a workday. The Chinese vixen would have to cut the New Zealander loose and let him go. His bondage was only fair as the evening started out with Suyin tied to all four bedposts, at the rugby player’s mercy. Bound and gagged, Suyin was pleasured over and over again. After her escape, which consisted of self-dislocating a shoulder and reaching for a blade under a pillow, and a few martial arts moves… Suyin was then in charge. In 120 minutes she pleasured him over and over again. The Kiwi had a wimpish moan so Suyin stuffed her black-latex panties in his mouth and ordered him to be silent. He complied. The naked Suyin hesitantly pulled herself away from the window and walked back into the bedroom. She didn’t want to cut him loose. She looked at the digital clock, licked her lips, applied some tangerine lip-gloss to them and told the Kiwi, “I have 20 more minutes… one more time?”. The Kiwi groaned in horror. Suyin moved in one more time… 40 minutes later the Kiwi was gone. His awkward walk would be a souvenir of what she did to him… he’d heal. SW DOUBLE EDITION

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Time to go to work. The five-foot six beauty strapped a dagger to the inside of her left thigh, pulled on a leather mini-skirt (after all, Shanghai was hot this time of year) and a leather motorcycle jacket. Off to Mumbai. The assassin was being sent on a mission to kill. The microfilm delivered to her yesterday gave her all the information the Chinese intelligence agencies could accumulate. This was going to be an easy one. The target, a beautiful but unpredictable hotel employee who just so happened to be a six-foot Asian beauty from the Himalayas.

Chapter 9: The Mission Suyin sat in her first-class seat on the Air India flight and reminisced. She had met Volkov five years ago in Vladivostok… and consequently, met his bitchy-nymphomaniac wife… that Miss World skank! What was her name? Ah yes, Natalya. That was the bitch that left the bite mark on her breast. Still, despite the scar, this was Suyin’s most successful mission. As a male flight attendant brought her some more Bailey’s, Suyin reviewed that painful episode in her mind. However painful it was, Suyin was quite aroused by the thought of what she did… and what was done to her. It didn’t seem like five years ago when Suyin was sent to Vladivostok, a major port city in eastern Russia. The Chinese agent/assassin was the perfect choice. Because of its proximity to the Chinese border, Vladivostok was almost a Chinese city, anyway. Moscow was worried that so many Chinese people freely came across the border for jobs and prostitution that the city would someday be lost to Beijing. Suyin arrived with ease, equipped with phony papers, a sexy wardrobe, and plenty of tangerine lip-gloss. Her target? Nikolai Volkov… billionaire. Volkov would be in Vladivostok for three weeks. In that time, the owner of all the Nickel mines in Norilsk would purchase two shipping companies. Volkov had the funds to do this, that wasn’t his problem. SW DOUBLE EDITION

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His task was to pay-off three different criminal organizations (one Russian, one Chinese, and one Japanese). By paying for their favor and protection, Volkov would rule eastern Russia without having to worry about Beijing moving in on his territory. Beijing wasn’t going to cede all this wealth and influence to some Russian billionaire. Knowing Volkov loved pretty women, and knowing he and his new wife loved orgies… Beijing sent Suyin to Vladivostok. Her job would be to compromise Volkov so Beijing could still have their influence in eastern Russia. The stupid billionaire never bothered to get a pre-nuptial agreement with his beauty queen wife. Thus, if the former Miss World, Natalya Konstantinov-Volkov, decided to divorce him… well… she’d get half. Suyin’s goal was to give Natalya a reason to seek a divorce. If all went according to plan, Volkov would be in debt to Beijing for not sending Natalya some steamy photos that would soon be taken of him and Suyin. This was not going to be easy. Security around the billionaire was tight. Suyin’s chances of getting within 100 meters of Volkov were slim. Suyin was prepared and ready. Realizing the pain, humiliation, and degradation that was in store for her, the Chinese agent made her first move… on Natalya. The blonde beauty was Miss Russia two years ago. Then last year, Natalya won the Miss World Pageant. Miss Venezuela should have won, and was ahead in every category, with Natalya barely in third place. Then Natalya went to work. She visited every judge… four old guys, and two previous winners of the pageant. Natalya and her signature riding crop and dominatrix outfits was successful. None of the six could resist her. Natalya allowed them to do all sorts of twisted acts on her. To the embarrassment of Miss Venezuela, Natalya Konstantinov, Miss Russia, was crowned Miss World. Deviant sex orgies was really the only common interest of Natalya and Volkov. Almost immediately after a Las Vegas wedding, the two settled on a routine. Volkov would travel the world with his new bride.

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Natalya would spend the first week in places like London, Paris, Budapest, and Berlin scoping things out. Natalya’s job was to find the sexiest and most deviant submissive she could lay her hands on. After a week of whipping her and subjecting her to all sorts of degradation, Natalya would bring in her husband for a violent threesome. Fortunately for Suyin, the Miss China in that same pageant was also an agent. Hence Natalya’s efforts to sway the judges was all caught on film. Natalya wasn’t the target, however… Volkov was. Suyin kept this in mind when she first approached Natalya in the cocktail lounge at the swanky Vladivostok hotel. With black go-go boots, fishnet stockings, a tight black leather mini-skirt, and a red satin blouse she caught Natalya’s eye. Sensing the Russian’s stare, Suyin applied a heaping helping of tangerine lip-gloss and licked her lips as she looked up to meet Natalya’s gaze. Step one successful, thought Suyin… the nymphomaniac has been seduced. What happened next in that Vladivostok hotel five years previous still made Suyin wince. After slowly walking out of the bar with Natalya on her tail, she led the Russian beauty to her hotel room. Suyin knew what was in store for and had plenty of aspirin and pain killers in her toiletry bag. As soon as Suyin opened her door, Natalya was on her. Suyin saw a flash of white and was out for a few seconds. When she woke Natalya was on top of her tearing off Suyin’s red satin blouse. Her attempt to protest this destruction of an expensive piece of wardrobe was instantly met with several hard slaps to her face. Suyin’s face was numb and Natalya was drooling. Natalya tore a swatch of red satin cloth, from the former blouse, and shoved it into Suyin’s mouth to shut off any of the China-woman’s protests. Over the next four days Suyin would spend two hours each afternoon as Natalya’s sex slave. In addition to slapping Suyin repeatedly, she ordered the Chinese agent to walk around on all fours and bark like a dog. Suyin complied. Natalya would then pull out a riding crop and whip Suyin’s buttocks… and of course Suyin would bark.

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The ordeal would end late each afternoon after Natalya would tie Suyin to the king-sized bed and do all sorts of deviant things to the humiliated Chinese vixen… including biting her. Natalya would never realize that Suyin was, in fact, in control. After four days Natalya had a special surprise for this Chinese submissive. The introduction of Nikolai Volkov would take place on this rainy Saturday afternoon. The session began as normal. Natalya slapped and whipped her slave with reckless abandon. Suyin did her best not to scream but on occasion let out a weak whimper which only aroused Natalya some more. The Chinese agent was then ordered on the bed where Natalya, wearing a black leather dominatrix outfit, tied her arms and legs to the four bedposts. Still clothed, this time with a tight leather red mini-skirt, white go-go boots, the usual fishnets, and an opened white suede jacket, Suyin waited for Natalya to either rip off or cut off her garments. Volkov then made his grand entrance. Natalya met him with a leash and told him: “Hello darling, the bitch has been a bad dog!”. She then gave the billionaire a leash and asked if he would punish the bound “skank”. Volkov then stripped and ordered Natalya to do the same. With a box-cutter, Volkov then cut all of the garments off Suyin as Natalya used her tongue to caress every part of her stiffened body. Humiliated but defiant, Suyin was ready to turn the tables on these maniacal Russians.

Chapter 10: The Venusian Eclipse The Venusian Eclipse was invented centuries ago and perfected by the women of China’s Ming Dynasty. In a very patriarchal society, females needed to procure certain advantages to gain favor and flourish in these times in China. Men of the Ming Dynasty were owed 100% obedience by their females. Failure to obey their men would result in torture or death. Women who could perform the Venusian Eclipse to their male sex-partners were adorned with any gift or luxury they desired. SW DOUBLE EDITION

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Suyin Wong was one of four women in the world with the ability and skill to perform The Venusian Eclipse. There used to be seven but over the past couple of years the Chinese assassin, who despised competition, neutralized three of these beauties (one in Hong Kong, one in Tokyo, and one in Las Vegas). Wong’s ultimate goal would be to eliminate the remaining three, one more in China… one in Italy… and finally one in Sweden. Wong was confident that soon she would be the only woman in the world capable of performing this exaggerated and magical sex act… then she would rule the world. As Natalya licked and bit Suyin’s breasts and Nikolai attempted to shove his man-organ into her mouth, the Chinese assassin began The Venusian Eclipse. Like the women of the Ming Dynasty, Suyin was a jealous vixen. Though men of the Ming Dynasty loved threesomes, women skilled in The Venusian Eclipse never shared… hence step one of the act… eliminate the competition. In an instant Suyin dislocated two of her limbs, slid out of the ropes that bound her, threw Natalya off of her and went to work. With a quick jab inside Natalya’s left thigh, followed exactly a fourth of a second later with a quick jab to the Russian vixen’s jugular, Suyin successfully rendered her unconscious. Natalya would be out anywhere between two to four hours and no amount of noise or movement… and there would be a lot of noise and movement… would wake her. Next… Nikolai. With Natalya out of operation, the billionaire looked like a lost puppy. Suyin was on top of him within two seconds after finishing off Natalya. With dozens of listening devices and dozens of hidden cameras capturing every move and spoken word, Suyin quickly applied steps two, three, four, and five of The Venusian Eclipse to the helpless deviant. These steps consisted of [The following 1250 words of this account have been edited out

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With complete control of Nikolai, and with Natalya sleeping… and snoring… Suyin humiliated him. He barked… he begged… he barked some more… and he recited a script Suyin provided him. Nikolai would be caught on film extolling embarrassing stories about Natalya. Stories that would humiliate her. Nikolai would also go on and proclaim his allegiance to Beijing, and claim that Moscow is a corpse of a bear. These recordings are just what Beijing wanted and Suyin delivered masterfully. After a 42minute performance, caught on tape, Suyin put Nikolai to sleep next to his vixen-bride. Suyin pulled herself off the bed and smiled at her two tormentors. The Asian vixen grabbed Natalya's riding crop from under the blonde's right leg. Bloodied by Natalya’s bites, Suyin looked at the Russian beauty queen, whipped her unconscious body with the riding crop several times, then barked a few times and offered her a parting good-bye: “Every dog has its day… bitch!”.

Chapter 11: Suyin vs. Somalin Beijing made a calculated risk. In providing Suyin Wong intelligence regarding this current assignment, they had left out a couple of pieces of information. First, Suyin Wong, assassin-extraordinaire, was never told about the failed Russian attempt on Somalin. Karamazov was a drunk has been, so his failure was no surprise. Beijing wasn’t worried about Suyin knowing about this bloody failure of Moscow. What Beijing did not want their woman to know was that she was Plan B. This would have been such a blow to Suyin’s ego it would have rendered her a mere unreliable nymphomaniac instead of a world class assassin. Plan B is for losers, at least as far as Suyin was concerned.

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The Chinese agent checked into the concierge level of Mumbai’s Taj Krishna Hotel just before sunset. She would kill the Himalayan woman tomorrow, but tonight would be for scoping out the hotel, Somalin, and then some pre-marital sex with any man she chose. At 7:00 pm Suyin readied herself. After applying a generous portion of tangerine lip-gloss, a very tight leather mini-skirt (purple in color), nude stockings, six-inch stiletto heels, and a very tight white halter top… and an attitude for sex and murder, she set off to the concierge lounge down the hall from her room. In the lounge the tall slender cocktail waitress was hard at work. Somalin, clad in her usual alluring Taj Krishna uniform had two purposes. First, use sex appeal to gain massive amounts of tips. Next, pick out a man for wild sex… and then eat him. She found her man. The sight of this Australian cricket player drove her wild… or at least more wild than she already was. It took every ounce of power she had not to rip his clothes off there in the lounge. Somalin knew he was noticing her. Every time the athlete glanced in her direction, she would apply some wild-cherry lip gloss. Miss Wong strutted into the lounge oozing sexual desire. She noticed Somalin immediately though never glanced in her direction. At the same time Somalin applied her wild-cherry lip-gloss, Suyin applied more tangerine lip-gloss. Frank Russell, Australia’s most renown cricket player couldn’t have been more aroused. He was about to explode so he needed to act soon. Suyin sat at a small table in the corner where she could watch Somalin’s every move. The Himalayan beast was a beauty. Suyin began fantasizing about being whipped and beaten by this monster and quickly turned her thoughts to a more heterosexual endeavor. “May I sit here?” Frank Russel wasn’t smooth. In need of some heterosexual sex to take her mind off her carnal desires for Somalin, Suyin’s response surprised the Aussie. “Shut up and follow me to my room… now!”. The two immediately departed.

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Tomorrow Suyin would seduce Somalin and lure her to the same room where the assassin would puncture the liver of the Himalayan monster. But tonight… ecstasy and pleasure would rule the next several hours… or that is what Suyin planned. The pretty Filipino waitress who worked with Somalin lay on a table in the center of the concierge lounge, bleeding profusely as her intestines leaked out of her abdomen. Somalin actually liked her but when her cricket player was stolen by that Chinese slut, she lost it. No one ever stole Somalin’s men or food and the cricket player was going to be both. Just who did this whore think she was? Somalin thought about eating the remains of the Filipino waitress but decided on another main course… tonight, Chinese food would be on the menu. Suyin and Frank went at it as soon as the door to the hotel room shut. They ripped each other’s clothes off and after Suyin’s attempt to slap the cricket player were thwarted away, he picked her up and threw her on the bed. Both participants naked now, she gave him a move right out of the playbook for The Venusian Eclipse and now straddled the Aussie. He was hers, or so she thought. As she prepared to massage his groin and lick his chest everything went white. Somalin never used the door so when she arrived inside Suyin’s room, the nymphomaniac was caught by surprise. As Somalin watched Suyin do some amazing moves on Frank Russell, she was jealous. Perhaps she would watch Suyin and learn. Somalin thought better and decided to move in for the kill instead. The Himalayan monster grabbed Suyin’s stockings, which had been thrown on the lamp beside the bed, and used them as a noose and slid them around the slut’s neck. With a yank, Somalin sent Suyin Wong, Chinese assassin, flying across the room and crashing into the wall. The assassin was out cold which gave Somalin time with Frank. In less than a minute, Somalin turned the Australian hunk into something resembling a giant scoop of hairy strawberry ice-cream.

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She used Frank’s blood as war paint and covered her entire body in it. Standing on the bed, over the former cricket player, Somalin looked at the naked slut who was just coming back into consciousness. Sweaty and naked, Suyin had to gather her senses fast. Every part of her ached and pulsated. She was on the floor, her legs spread out in front of her while leaning against the wall. When Suyin opened her eyes, she saw a blood covered beauty standing on the bed. This bloody vixen seemed to be guarding the yanked out internal organs of the unfortunate cricket player. Even worse, the demon woman stared at her as a Doberman stares at a porkchop. Suyin reacted immediately with two moves. The assassin’s lip gloss lay just beyond her limp right hand… she grabbed it and applied some more of this seductive tangerine lip-gloss. Next, Suyin gave Somalin a look of seduction and slowly caressed her lips with her tongue, taking in the citrus flavor of her lip-gloss. As she licked her lips she readied herself mentally to perform The Venusian Eclipse on a female… would it work? Somalin stared at her prey. The Chinese slut lay limp and helpless against a wall. For stealing her man, this woman would pay with her life. The Himalayan monster intended to keep Suyin alive for several minutes so she could watch her own liver and intestines be pulled out. Then something clicked… no… ’exploded’ was a better word. The tall beauty watched as her prey licked her lips… Somalin found this exciting. Instead of wanting to eat Suyin, Somalin desired something more intimate. As she watched Suyin some more, now licking her own lips, Somalin was awestruck by the contorted but alluring moves Suyin was performing. Then, Somalin approached and the two women [The next 950 words of this

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Chapter 12: Business as Usual Mr. Raj thought about it every minute of every day. In the 12 months since he helped clean up the bloodbath in that hotel room on the concierge level, the manager of The Taj Krishna in Mumbai was a changed man. A kidney on an end table… a pancreas on the mini-bar… a lung dangling from a ceiling fan… the images were too vibrant to forget. Though he thought about it, there was an unspoken rule which he obeyed… never talk about it. The fate of the sultry Chinese assassin and the monster Himalayan woman were a mystery. Most people who saw the carnage in that hotel room (now a broom closet) believed the two women were shredded and many of the internal organs belonged to them. Mr. Raj didn’t buy this… somewhere, out there, one or both of these vixens was still… well… doing whatever. Beijing never inquired about their agent. This was odd. Mr. Raj figured they were embarrassed. Afterall, Beijing liked to complete tasks quietly and behind the scenes. Mr. Raj was certain that his efforts to keep the carnage of the Somalin-Suyin ultimate catfight quiet pleased Beijing. Even though they asked and asked, Mr. Raj didn’t even let Moscow know what he saw in that hotel room. With Somalin gone, The Taj Krishna Hotel in Mumbai had regained its six-star rating. After 132 guests in two years were rumored to have gone missing in The Taj Krishna, they fell to a five-star rating. Mr. Raj had successfully brought his hotel back to the pinnacle of luxury and fine-dining.

Chapter 13: Miss Sweden The mirrored elevator at this 6-star hotel in Nassau flattered her nicely. Natalya still had it. After winning the Miss World Pageant almost 10 years ago, she lost nothing, and thanks to some minor cosmetic surgery and Botox… actually gained a little.

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The image in the mirror was striking… a sultry woman wrapped tightly in a gold-sequins gown. It hugged her posterior nicely and pushed up her bust appropriately. As host of this year’s Miss World Pageant, Natalya was having the time of her life. Two weeks at a beach resort surrounded by 73 of the most luscious babes on the planet. With her mind made up, the beauty queen from Russia left the elevator. Departing the rehearsal for the swimsuit (bikini, actually) competition, Natalya could not make up her mind… Miss Guatemala or Miss Sweden? Both perhaps? No, one at a time. It would be Miss Sweden… Inga something… the last name didn’t matter. Yep, the Swede would do for tonight. Before winning the pageant a decade ago, Natalya had to partake in this rite. She never forgot being summoned up to the hotel room of the pageant’s host where she was told the unofficial rules.Natalya did not mind these rules. Winning the Miss World Pageant would have its benefits. With only token opposition, for the next three hours the Russian beauty became the sex-slave for the pageant’s host and his dominatrix wife. A few bruises, some bondage, and a lot of humiliation, Natalya completed the hazing and went on to service the other five judges, as well. Success! Her dominatrix outfit and riding crop were more help to her than the harmonica she utilized during the talent competition of the pageant. She was awarded the Miss World title. Now inside room 604, a luxury suite with a great big bathtub, Natalya scanned a folder for the room number and cell number of Inga the Swede. The blonde, blue-eyed vixen would have her chance to claim the title, but only if she submitted to the Russian’s requests (demands, actually). The Swede would take this honor in one of two ways. Inga might be repulsed, cry a lot, and beg Natalya to spare her. The Russian hoped for this as physical force, straps, and humiliation was a turn-on to her. Or, Inga would be thrilled sensing that this was her unofficial notification that Natalya had chosen her as Miss World.

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The latter reaction wasn’t as much fun, but it did mean that she could get Inga to bark like a dog and beg for more. Natalya had done that 10 years ago and found it quite a turn on. Natalya was ready to call her and request the Swede come to her room with that shiny, fire-orange bikini when a voice startled her: “Hello Master!”… The voice was seductive and confident. It caused Natalya to spin around so fast, the folder with all the pageant contestants'cell phone numbers was knocked to the floor. She was almost shocked to see that Chinese submissive slut sitting on the king-sized bed, clad in shiny black go-go boots with six-inch heels and laced to her knees, fishnet stockings, a black leather mini-skirt, and a leather jacket opened to reveal those same breasts she bit into five years earlier. In an authoritative voice which served her dominatrix role well, Natalya shouted out an order: “Well, you look better than ever. Get on all fours bitch and bark!”. Natalya remembered the encounter of five years ago. The Russian knew the Chinese beauty was ready to submit. Wong caressed her tangerine lip-glossed lips with her tongue, eyed Natalya from head to foot, and let out a wanting groan: “Natalya, my darling, I thought we would try something a little different.”. The Russian babe liked the sound of that. She noticed the black riding crop Wong was holding. “Oooooh, a little pain always wets my appetite!”, Natalya moaned back. “A little pain? I was thinking a lot of pain. I want you to meet my friend!” purred the Chinese assassin. With that Natalya was spun around with such great force her neck almost broke. Somalin, wearing a black skin-tight latex body suit was already on her. As Natalya’s eyes met the wild woman’s, a feeling of extreme lust overtook her for a split second. Natalya’s liver was ripped out of her torso and thrown against the wall. Her last thought before death was “what a way to go!”. With Natalya’s limp corpse on the floor, Wong picked up the now blood-stained folder and scanned it for a whole minute. She looked at Somalin, smiled, licked her lips and softly said: “Inga Sundin, Miss Sweden, Room 302… let’s go!”

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Chapter 14: Oriental Airways vs. Seoul Airways Zhau Jingchu was regarded by Beijing as China’s best spy/assassin. She possessed a reserve and class that escaped their other heavy hitting vixen, Suyin Wong. Because of her talent, and diminutive personality, Zhau earned the title of Miss China. Already on the radar of the intelligence services, Zhau was a great patriot. 90 days before the Miss World Pageant, she was approached and asked to do some intelligence work. Zhau was thrilled. Beijing was a bit worried as this beauty seemed all too eager to do whatever duty called for. After the pageant, Zhau had provided China with more than they could have hoped for. Natalya Konstantinov would soon marry Russia’s richest industrialist. Thanks to Zhau, Beijing had the goods to compromise the billionaire whenever they saw fit. The beautiful Zhau still served Beijing. She had become a seductress and a good one. She was a rare woman who could drive any man or woman wild with lust and desire merely by walking a certain way or licking her lips. Beijing would have sent Zhau to India to dispose of the Himalayan wild woman except that she was busy on another assignment. This puzzled Beijing as they had no knowledge of the current assignment, but in international counter-intelligence… well… one was encouraged not to ask too many questions of one’s assassins. Zhau’s current cover was of a stewardess for Oriental Airways. Zhau loved seeing the world and loved satisfying herself while wearing that alluring red uniform. Zhau had to admit that she looked really good in that attire and knew no one would be able to resist her sexual charm. Any Oriental Airways pilot she desired was hers… usually in cockpits during flights. Orgies in cockpits with pilots, navigators, and co-pilots were her favorite activity at 38,000 feet. This was also true of first-class passengers, whether in the airplane’s galley or in hotel rooms at destinations.

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Whether it be for her own pleasure or directed by Beijing… Zhau was all seduction and danger… always with glossy red lipstick. Zhau loved the airport in Inchon (just outside of Seoul). The airport also resembled a highend mall. The pretty Oriental Airways stewardesses often purchased their cosmetics there. Having just purchased some of her signature glossy red lipstick, at an inflated price, Zhau went to work. She walked over to a gate in which a Seoul Airways flight had just arrived from Jakarta. Holding her bright red compact, Zhau touched up her face and applied some of her new lipstick. As the passengers departed the flight from Jakarta, every one of them looked at Zhau. Both men and women were driven to insane fantasy by the Oriental Airways seductress. They weren’t the target, however. After all the passengers were off the flight, the flight crew then departed. Two giggly stewardesses were off first… Kim Shin-Hye and Park Yoo-Jung. Both these women were trim, one tall and one short. The sultry Asian duo was rapidly heading for annihilation. Zhau spoke Korean, one of six languages she had learned. The Chinese agent overheard her two targets discussing their upcoming weddings and having their future husbands' balls in a lock box. The two Korean beauties laughed hysterically at this. Their laughing stopped when Zhau caught their glances. Having just applied some of her lipstick, Zhau was licking her lips while focusing her glare on her new prey. Kim and Park were now under Zhau’s spell and they knew it. Zhau walked 15 feet in front of them and did not have to look back. The two Korean beauties would have followed her anywhere. When Zhau reached a family bathroom, she began to open the door. Before the door opened, Zhau glanced back and with an inviting stare, and some more licks to the lips, Zhau entered. Five seconds later, Kim and Park also entered. The bathroom was small, especially for three adults. The Oriental Airways vixen reached between her two victims and locked the door. Kim and Park were not alarmed at this move as they assumed it meant an orgy would soon commence.

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Zhau was a little jealous as the two Koreans wore their uniforms well. Zhau marveled that the shiny look of their blouses gave Seoul Airways uniforms a slight edge over Oriental Airways uniforms. The accessories evened the score, however. Zhau's Oriental Airways uniform was smartly enhanced by the three-inch heels. Wearing these heels gave Zhau an advantage in the sexappeal category over her Seoul Airways counterparts. Zhau positioned herself a few inches away to each of the Koreans. Kim and Park could wait no longer. Both immediately went for Zhau’s lips. They licked them and kissed them, over and over again. With her left hand, Zhau untucked Kim’s blouse from her tight suede skirt and did the same to Park using her right hand. Both Koreans were groaning uncontrollably which amused Zhau as she hadn’t really done anything to them yet. Zhau was impressed as both Koreans used their tongues masterfully. Zhau then forced each of her hands down the skirts of Kim and Park. The skirts were tight and Zhau had not undone their belts yet. Still, Zhau was determined and the two Koreans whimpered as Zhau’s hands moved down to their panties. Zhau was curious as to how the two Koreans wore their undergarments. After feeling her way to the lacy satin panties Zhau realized these were two very naughty women. Though the duo did not deserve it, Zhau slipped her hands beneath the panties and satisfied her new Korean friends. They were screaming, whimpering, and out of control in ecstasy. Now, Zhau had to finish the job. Both Park and Kim were in the throes of sexual satisfaction. Zhau removed her hands from inside the Koreans' skirts. She, then, removed her own name tag. Zhau’s Oriental Airways nametag had her name on it, the Chinese flag, and was pinned to her blouse over her right breast. Kim and Park were now begging Zhau to return her hands to their groins. Zhau’s nametag was also a deadly weapon. Schooled in murder, Zhau knew exactly where to stick her pin to paralyze her prey.

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Neither Kim or Park felt the sharp needle of the nametag penetrate their necks and spinal column. In an instant, both Korean stewardesses were on the floor, completely paralyzed and aware. Kim and Park could not speak. Their eyes were the only mobile parts of their limp bodies. Zhau propped both of them up against opposite walls so each Korean beauty stared at the other. Zhau’s shiny black designer purse had fallen to the floor and been kicked toward the toilet, but she found it in a few seconds. Park and Kim had identical glares, wide-open eyes, and saliva-soaked chins. “Ah, here it is.” Zhau found the tube of lipstick she had just purchased. Kim was first. Zhau straddled the Seoul Airways hostess and went to work. Using her lipstick as a magic marker, Zhau drew a smiley face on each of her cheeks. Tears began flowing down Kim’s cheeks. “Don’t worry, this lipstick is very expensive, tears won’t make it run.” Then, on Kim’s forehead, Zhau took her lipstick and wrote “B-I-T-C-H.” Zhau admired her work. She sat next to the humiliated Korean and took a selfie. Zhau did the same to Park. Park also cried. Zhau varied her work only slightly. She still drew the two smiley faces on the cheeks, but on her forehead, Zhau wrote “W-H-O-R-E.” Perfect. Again, Zhau took a selfie with her new friend. Zhau was impressed, the Korean tears had no effect on the lipstick. Zhau had plenty of time. Neither of her new toys would ever move again. Zhau repositioned Kim. She wanted Kim to enjoy the show. The Chinese stewardess propped Kim against another wall so she now faced the toilet. Zhau bent over and licked Kim’s lips just for the hell of it. She, then, moved toward Park and undid her Seoul Airways headpiece. Now, Park’s hair was no longer contained in a smart bun but flowing and very alluring. Grabbing Park by the hair, Zhau dragged her over to the toilet as Kim watched helplessly. Zhau lifted Park’s face next to hers and licked her lips.

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“That’s enough, let’s get this over with.” With that, Zhau holding Park’s head by her hair, shoved the pretty Korean face into the toilet water. Zhau kept the Korean’s face under water for almost three minutes, though Park probably died 75 seconds into the ordeal. Kim was horrified but helpless. The Oriental Airways stewardess then dragged the corpse of Park over to the wall next to Kim. Park’s head and shoulders were soaked. Zhau was very pleased as the new lipstick she had just over-payed for was still holding strong, even on the dead Korean’s face. Zhau unclipped Park’s nametag and placed it in her black purse… a souvenir. “Okay Kim, I’m afraid your demise won’t be as pleasant.” Poor Kim, unable to make any kind of move or facial expression, she just prayed for a quick death. This wasn’t going to happen. Zhau had this all planned. She tilted Kim’s head so she could see her dead friend sitting beside her. Zhau removed both of Park’s shoes and dropped them in the toilet. Zhau knelt in front of Park’s corpse and moved both her hands up Park’s suede skirt. In two moves Zhau’s hands removed Park’s stockings and lacy black panties. Zhau then carefully untied Park’s Seoul Airways scarf. “These should be enough,” she said to Kim. She then moved over and now straddled Kim’s limp body. Zhau knelt down and with her fingers and lips, massaged Kim’s lips. Poor Kim, this no longer aroused her. “Pity, you can’t even move your tongue,” Zhau taunted her next victim. Holding up Park’s black panties, Zhau spoke to Kim, “These panties aren’t really conducive to long flights… that is unless you’re planning some carnal delights at 38,000 feet.” Zhau laughed at this as she had often chosen her undergarments for her Oriental Airways outfit with sexual relations in mind. Kim was just moments away from a tortuous death. With the fingers on her left hand, Zhau propped open Kim’s mouth. With the fingers on her right hand, Zhau shoved the black panties down Kim’s throat. The stockings were next. As both Park’s panties and stockings now rested in Kim’s windpipe, Zhau moved her face close to Kim’s and watched every ounce of life leave the Korean’s body. Kim turned blue and expired.

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Zhau sat next to her and took a selfie. Zhau then unclipped Kim’s nametag and placed it in her purse with Park’s scarf… more souvenirs. Just before leaving the restroom, Zhau texted the two selfies to her best girlfriend, Suyin Wong.

Chapter 15: Guatemala vs. Sweden Inga Sundin wasn’t 100% confident. Her fire orange and very tight bikini couldn’t have been more effective. The Russian whore, Natalya something, was suitably impressed. Inga knew this as Natalya, the pageant hostess kept looking down at the Swede’s groin. Every time Natalya’s eyes traveled up the Swede’s hips, to the abdomen, to her breasts, and then met her eyes, Inga made sure her tongue would be caressing her own lips in a look of untamed lust. Seducing Natalya was a science, but Inga had done her homework. A few months ago, Inga booked a first-class seat on an Oriental Airways flight from Seoul to Shanghai. The Swedish vixen had no interest in anything in Shanghai, but the first-class stewardess on this Oriental Airways flight was Zhau Jingchu. Ms. Jingchu… or did she go by Ms. Zhau… Inga didn’t care… was not just a sultry stewardess. Clad in a slightly tight red uniform, showing a lot of leg, Zhau was tasked by her handlers in Beijing to seduce important Americans, Russians, and anyone Chinese intelligence services desired to compromise. Zhau did her job well. On this particular flight, Inga went to work. Ten years ago, Zhau was Miss China in the Miss World Pageant. During her pageant days, Zhau had mastered the cello and oral sex. As an agent for China, Zhau would accumulate as much information on Natalya Konstantinov… Miss Russia. During an orgy in which Zhau, Natalya, Miss England, Miss New Zealand, and Miss Japan satisfied each other for over seven hours, she learned much about Natalya… and got many incriminating photographs. Zhau learned Natalya was turned on by barking dogs, the color orange, the sound of a whip cracking, and lava lamps. This was the type of information Inga sought.

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As everyone in first-class slept, still three hours from Shanghai, Zhau prepared coffee in the plane’s galley. Inga went to work. The Swede freshened her make-up, applied more of her favorite Mango lip-gloss, and confidently barged into the galley. Zhau turned around in time to see Inga shut the curtain behind her. Zhau, in perfect English, attempted to ask Inga what she was doing; the Swede grabbed Zhau’s hair bun in her left hand, pulled it close to her face and shoved her tongue in the stewardess’ mouth. Inga’s right hand traveled up Zhau’s left thigh and underneath her panties. As Inga rubbed hard, Zhau gave in. After 15 seconds Inga abruptly ceased and gave Zhau a note stating “Inga Sundin, Shanghai Hilton, room 1012, 11 pm, be there.” Completely seduced, Zhau was barely able to compose herself. Zhau did not know that Inga was well aware the Oriental Airways stewardesses also stayed at the Hilton. As Inga departed the galley, she sternly instructed Zhau, “… and wear that uniform you have on.” Zhau would check into her hotel room at eight in the evening and begin preparing. She took a long and very hot mineral bath, applied some glossy red lipstick, slightly exaggerated eye-liner, trashy false eyelashes, and donned some lacy black intimates. The stewardess didn’t blame Inga for demanding she clad herself in her Oriental Airways uniform. Zhau had to admit… she looked very alluring in this red get-up. Zhau toyed with the idea of letting her hair down, but when Inga grabbed the bun while invading her lips and mouth, Zhau was turned on. Inga wasn’t really into Asians, at least not live ones. Zhau, on the other hand, really wore that red uniform well. She had much planned for Zhau. In the ten years since seducing Natalya, the Chinese beauty had let her guard down. Inga smiled, knowing Zhau did not see her as a threat… poor bitch. Zhau was on time, and Inga raced to the door to answer the soft knock. In less than two seconds, Inga opened the door, grabbed Zhau by the bun of her hair, dragged her into the room, and slammed the heavy hotel door.

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Inga’s right hand squeezed and then undid Zhau’s hair bun, her left hand caressed the stewardess’ right thigh and moved up to the panties. Zhau was already groaning. Getting the red uniform off was not hard as Zhau’s perfect body seemed to naturally slip out of those garments. Inga gave Zhau’s black undergarments an approving look and then went to work with her tongue. In a signature move, which she learned in a Stockholm brothel, Inga used her tongue to slide down the panties of the Oriental Airways stewardess. When the garment rested at Zhau’s ankles, Inga’s pulsating tongue moved up the leg and into the groin of the stewardess. Zhau’s groans grew louder. After 60 minutes of pure ecstasy, Zhau was exhausted. Inga guided her over to the kingsized bed and caressed Zhau’s breasts and upper arms. Zhau noticed Inga had been doing all the work and felt obliged to satisfy the Swede. As Zhau’s hand reached for Inga’s groin, Inga stopped it and softly told Zhau, “… not yet my love, wait until you stop sweating.” Inga’s royal blue, satin teddy was ready to come off, but Inga resisted the temptation. Inga kept caressing the nude Zhau and began questioning her. Zhau talked freely realizing that Inga’s caressing moves got more satisfying the more Zhau revealed. After another 75 minutes, Inga had all the dirt she needed on Natalya. Time for champagne. The champagne was an expensive brand. Inga hoped Zhau would enjoy it... even with the arsenic mixed in. So sad, but Zhau was now a witness… and Inga could not leave any witnesses. Zhau, still exhausted, sweating, and panting gulped the champagne. 90 seconds of violent twitching and contorting by the naked stewardess only turned Inga on more. As Zhau’s life ceased, Inga was ready. Zhau’s corpse would then be Inga’s sexual play-thing for the next two hours. Inga even dressed Zhau up in her red uniform a couple more times and practiced removing it with her tongue. Zhau may not have had the benefit of arousal at this point, but Inga was driven to ecstasy. Inga would keep Zhau’s uniform for a souvenir… maybe dress future love partners up in it, after they died, of course. SW DOUBLE EDITION

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Inga's plan to dispose of Zhau's body went flawlessly. The Swede was now poised to capture the Miss World title. After reminiscing about murdering Zhau, Inga realized Miss Guatemala could interfere with her master plan. Donning a fire-orange, shiny bikini, Inga Sundin left the rehearsal for the swimsuit competition. She was pretty sure Natalya had chosen her, but the Russian skank gave a surprising look to Miss Guatemala. The central-American beauty, clad in a shiny yellow bikini, had something that seemed to speak to Natalya… and Inga noticed. This would not do… Inez Salvado, Miss Guatemala was not part of Inga’s master plan. Instead of taking the elevator to her third-floor hotel room, Inga pressed “2”. Inez Salvado's room was 210. Inga needed to work fast. If Natalya were to phone Salvado or knock on her door, Inga would make sure the yellow bikini-clad beauty would not answer. Inga, after stepping off the elevator, saw the door of room 210 shut. Perfect, Salvado was in there. 15 seconds after the door shut, Inga knocked. The Guatemalan answered almost immediately. Inga could see by Salvado’s expression that she was expecting Natalya. Salvado had even put on her sash in anticipation. Inga didn’t blame her as her Miss Sweden sash was also on display anticipating Natalya’s visit. Inga did not have much time. Natalya would make her call soon. With a kick to Salvado’s groin, the Guatemalan keeled over. Inga was fast: before Salvado could wince in pain, she secured her Miss Guatemala sash and used it to strangle the pathetic life out of the tanned-skin beauty. Inga’s time was short, but Salvado’s corpse was too much of a temptation. Inga grabbed Salvado’s flowing black hair and dragged her limp corpse over to the bed. Inga then went to work. The ever-decreasing body temperature of this vixen’s corpse was an extreme turn on for Inga. Inga wished she could stay longer, play with Salvado’s corpse as it grew even colder. Inga knew she had to return to her third-floor hotel room immediately.

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She’d return to Salvado’s room later to clean up the mess, and maybe enjoy some of Salvado’s chilled juices. Inga fully expected to receive the unofficial word that she would take the title of Miss World.

Chapter 16: Two Against One Seventy minutes after leaving Salvado’s room, Inga still waited. She’d give Natalya 15 more minutes then head up to her sixth-floor room and rape the life out of the tardy hostess. Salvado’s corpse didn’t satisfy Inga’s hunger, it merely increased her appetite. The additional wait served to render Inga totally insane with an appetite for necrophilia. Then, a soft sound, KNOCK KNOCK. Yes! Inga wasted no time in putting on a vulnerable and naïve expression (she had practiced this) and answered the door. Suyin Wong and Somalin were still high after their blood orgy with Natalya’s remains. This would eventually bode as a huge misfortune for these two beauties. Still covered in the Russian’s blood with bits of her flesh still between their teeth, they arrived at Miss Sweden’s hotel room. The two beautiful monsters had no plan, but for a diminutive Swede, they didn’t feel they needed one. Some violence, some torture, some violent rape and humiliation, and then the Swede would serve as dessert. Suyin was determined to render Inga helpless quickly, as this Swede was indeed schooled in the Venusian Eclipse. After today, Suyin would only have two vixens left to track down and dismember. Suyin knocked twice. Inga saw nothing except for a flash of white. Her spray-tanned body was thrown ten feet by the electric shock as a cattle prod was thrust at her neck. The Himalayan devil woman was on her instantly slapping the unconscious Swede’s face dozens of times. Suyin removed the Miss Sweden sash from the limp torso of the beauty queen, rolled it up, shoved it into the Mango lip-gloss covered mouth of Inga and secured it in the oral cavity with gray duct tape. SW DOUBLE EDITION

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Somalin, then, ripped off both the top and bottom of the fire-orange bikini. Suyin propped the Swede onto a desk chair. Somalin used both pieces of the fire-orange bikini to tie her hands and feet. Suyin grabbed another sash… another sash? “Who the Hell is Miss Guatemala?” Somalin ignored the Chinese beauty in favor of the naked limp body of the Swede. Knowing the dangers of a woman schooled in the art of the Venusian Eclipse, Suyin grabbed the syringe she packed in her black bag. Inga was still out cold, bleeding heavily out of her left nostril. Both attackers were turned on as the red blood dripped onto the spray-tanned breasts of the blonde, blue-eyed vixen. Inga’s own blood served to arouse her back to consciousnesses as it passed over her nipples. Awake at last! Torture was a lot more fun when the subject was awake. Suyin knew this mainly from being on the receiving end during BDSM sex with athletes. Suyin then firmly poked the cattle prod into Inga’s vagina. Inga’s scream was initially muffled, but the force of it blew off the duct tape and sash. The Miss Sweden sash ended up draped on top on Somalin’s head. Inga’s chin and shoulders were now covered with her own blood. Inga was now panting and the sight of this excited the naked wild woman and the Chinese vixen. The shiny orange bikini top that bound Inga’s hands to the desk chair had loosened two minutes ago, but Inga was plotting. Once again Somalin straddled Inga and began licking all the blood off the Swede’s chin and shoulders. Somalin readied to bite off Inga’s left ear. Eating Inga’s ear was Somalin’s last conscious thought for some time. Inga would have none of this. Suyin had no time to react. Somalin lay twitching at Inga’s feet. Still bound to the chair with the bikini bottom, Inga didn’t need her feet yet. With free hands, much to Suyin’s surprise, Inga pulled the cattle prod out of her vagina and turned it on the naked Asian babe. Over and over again, Suyin twitched and writhed as bolts of electricity rendered her as useless as Jell-O at a cement plant.

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Inga was sure to shock both of Suyin’s breasts and her vagina, repeatedly. With Suyin totally out of it, Inga picked up the syringe from the floor and injected Suyin in her buttock. Whatever was in the syringe, Inga was pleased that Suyin would be the one enjoying it.

Chapter 17: Suyin in Bondage There were three of them. One smelled of vomit. One smelled of urine. The third smelled of beer… OLD MILWAUKEE, to be more specific. They were each bald but hairy everywhere else on their tattoo-covered bodies. Each well over six feet tall and weighing over 250 pounds. Her three tormentors were a mystery to Suyin, at least for now. Every couple of hours one would walk into Suyin’s jail cell and violently rape her. This wasn’t hard for the trio as Suyin was under the effects of some drug. Her motor skills were severely hampered, as messages from the brain were not reaching her limbs. The rapes would last about twelve minutes each. However helpless as she was, Suyin was able to spy a big wall clock beyond the bars of her cell. Suyin knew she would eventually have to kill these brutes… even though she rather enjoyed the experience. Suyin’s ability to talk was also hampered and only loud moans were able to leave her mouth. Suyin figured the beer man was the leader. He actually put thought into his attacks. Before entering the cell, the beer guy would turn a fire-hose onto Suyin. The force of the spray would shoot the Chinese vixen so hard into the far wall of her cell that pain would shoot up and down her backbone. Beer man would then unleash the torrent of water on Suyin’s groin. Unable to close her legs, she had to endure the unendurable. Before finding out where she was, and where Somalin was, and what happened to the Swede, Suyin would have to deal with beer man… he was step one. Suyin suppressed a look of wanting lust as she did not want this guy to know she enjoyed the follies.

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After he tortured her with the fire-hose, beer man would enter the cell and drag the limp body of Suyin to the center. There he spread out all four of her limbs and started his routine with a six pack of OLD MILWAUKEE. Beer man would pop open a can, down it in less than ten seconds. Not entirely selfish, he’d pop open a second can and slowly empty its contents on the Chinese beauty. First, he’d empty a can on her face, then a second can over her breasts and abdomen, and finally, a third can all over her groin. The monster brute would then down the last two cans of the six-pack, straddle his Chinese love slave, move his face to within two inches of Suyin’s, and let out the loudest, most violent burp the vixen had ever heard. With her legs spread out to the maximum angle, beer man would go to work. After several minutes, he’d turn the limp Chinese spy over and go to work on her backside. After a couple of weeks, vomit man and urine man stopped coming around. She was now the exclusive property of beer man. Did beer man kill his two mates? Did the two mates lose interest in her (how dare they)? Suyin didn’t know… but was determined to find out. However helpless, Suyin was putting together all the intelligence she could gather… including a far-off smell of mango.

Chapter 18: Somalin in Bondage Where was Suyin? What is this place? Why couldn’t she move? Somalin’s last known memory was of the Swede. She was moving to bite off the Swede’s ear, and then… nothing. The Himalayan beauty could not move her limbs. As the days went by, she struggled to remember what Suyin looked like… she even forgot Suyin’s name. The memories of Suyin were replaced by images and fantasies about Miss Sweden. Every hour or so the Swedish beauty would enter, clad in a royal blue, skin-tight, latex body suit. Inga’s lips shined and gave off the aroma of mango. Somalin wanted Inga, and also wanted Inga to do all sorts of nasty deeds to her. SW DOUBLE EDITION

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Somalin now realized her number one goal was to be Inga’s one and only love slave. Every image Somalin took in were merely vibrant colors dancing around… kind of like a bad LSD trip. The only concrete image Somalin could make-out was the Swedish beauty and that alluring latex suit. That was okay, Inga was now her whole existence. Pleasing Inga was Somalin’s only want in life. Being abused by Inga was also a desired goal and the Himalayan also wanted Inga to slap her silly. Somalin vowed to herself that she would figure out how to move her limbs again and then crawl to Miss Sweden, beg, and lick her feet. Then the Swede would understand that Somalin… monster of the Himalayas was the only slave she needed. Somalin would even bark for Inga… heck, she’d even wear a leash and muzzle if Inga demanded… anything! “You want me… I know that” cooed Inga. The soft voice only heightened the ecstasy Somalin was feeling. “Soon, my love. Soon I will punish you with pain you never knew was possible.” Somalin couldn’t talk but she wanted to scream “Yes! Do it now! I’m yours!” Inga knew that Somalin was totally hers. That Chinese whore was a forgotten memory to the Himalayan. Inga would deal with Suyin soon, but for Somalin… well… she had something special planned. For Somalin’s benefit, Inga’s left hand, beautifully manicured with hot pink nail polish, reached for a zipper on the neck of the latex suit. She pulled the zipper down eight inches to allow the Himalayan a glimpse of Swedish cleavage, enhanced by a shiny spray tan. Somalin was helpless and reduced to a drooling, humiliated submissive.

Chapter 19: Inga’s New Toys Doctor Jari Sundin laughed at how this all turned out. Placing his daughter in the Miss World Pageant gave him access to dozens of the most beautiful physical specimens in the world. Inga’s job, which she succeeded in beyond all expectations, was to identify a half dozen beauties who were unmarred by boob jobs, Botox, or any other cosmetic surgery. SW DOUBLE EDITION

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Inga’s special talents of seduction came in handy. However heterosexual these ladies were, Inga’s special allure would make beggars of them all. Six cells were attached to Jari’s laboratory. Cell Number One contained Miss Canada. Cell Number Two contained Miss South Korea. Cell Number Three contained Miss Uruguay. Cell Number Four contained Miss Iceland. Cell Number Five contained Miss Malta. Cell Number Six contained Miss France. However, tempting it was to use these women, specimens actually, as sexual play-toys, Jari kept focused. There was no need to get involved with lab animals, as their fates would be quite gruesome. Jari tried not to imagine his daughter seducing these beauties, but he couldn’t help it. After the pageant, the six had been summoned to Inga’s new hotel room. Cleaning up the mess in her third-floor hotel room was not possible in the time allotted. One by one the beauty queens would arrive, Inga would satisfy them as they had never been satisfied before, and then the three longshoremen would invade the room, bind and gag the naked and sweaty babes, and drag them off. Inga had so exhausted the beauties that they were unable to put up any kind of fight. Though Inga’s efforts weren’t all according to plan. Jari couldn’t be too mad at his daughter. Inga’s deviant sexual desires were bound to yield some unpredictable results. Hence the clean-up in the third-floor hotel room resulted in two more prisoners… Chinese spy Suyin Wong and a Himalayan marvel… Somalin. Oh yes, Jari almost forgot about Miss Guatemala, but because she had assumed room temperature, her value was decreased. Jari was stern with his daughter. She could keep the two Asian beauties but would have to take care of them. Inga promised she would and kissed Jari on the cheek. Jari felt sorry for Suyin and Somalin as he could only imagine what Inga had in store for them. Still, there was much to do. The Chinese intelligence services wanted Suyin back. Knowing they planned on executing the seductress, Jari offered Beijing 250,000 American dollars to buy her. Beijing accepted.

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Fortunately, Beijing did not know that Inga had murdered another of their agents… some stewardess for Oriental Airways. Jari guessed Beijing thought Suyin murdered the woman. Whatever games Inga had in store for Suyin and the Himalayan, Jari was sure both these new pets were begging to be put out of their misery by now. Knowing Inga, Jari also knew that his daughter would keep the duo alive as long as possible. As Jari finished dissecting the deceased Miss Guatemala and putting all her vital organs in jars, he decided he would not waste any more thought on those two Asians. Instead, Jari, ever the philanthropist, would begin making arrangements to give Inez Salvado’s organs to the University of Stockholm Medical College. Charitable endeavors were so necessary in these days of budget cutbacks.

Chapter 20: Inga’s Experiment Inga so wanted to please her father. She needed to prove to him that she wasn’t just a deviant necrophiliac, but a brilliant scientist. Sure, her capture of the two Asians would serve her prurient interests, but the duo would also serve other purposes. The Himalayan was Inga's medical experiment. The Chinese slut was her social experiment. The Wong woman was a deviant nymphomaniac, but her hunger was for warm bodies. Inga sometimes felt so alone as she knew no other necrophiliacs. If only the China woman was one too, then maybe they could be friends. The Swede had an idea and Suyin Wong would prove her theory. A nymphomaniac could be turned into a necrophiliac. The deviance was already in Wong’s genetic make-up… Inga merely had to adjust the deviance. Some drugs, some shock therapy, and some social input. At first, Inga worked on Wong’s subconscious. Since the melee in that third-floor hotel room, the Swede had kept the Chinese whore heavily drugged. Initially, Suyin was injected with a low level of heroin, but that was Wong’s fault… it was in her syringe.

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After Wong was brought to her cell, Inga began injecting her with her own invention. Part tranquilizer and part stimulant, this pharmacological concoction would keep Wong motionless and in a state of paralyzis. Wong would be only mildly aware of her surroundings. Then the rapes would be introduced by three disgusting brutes. Several rapes a day. Then some humiliation was added in. Inga was not surprised to find out that Wong enjoyed the violations. Of course, this was Wong’s subconscious speaking. Necrophilia was introduced to Wong’s subconscious after 42 days of these rapes. When the longshoreman named Xavier was pumping the immobile Asian full of his man fluids, Inga snuck into the cell and blew his head off with a shotgun. Xavier’s erect organ, still inside Wong, kept satisfying the nymphomaniac. Even with blood spurting out of the place Xavier’s head used to be, Wong still enjoyed the continued violation. On the 44th day, the experiment was repeated, this time with the sweaty longshoreman known as Rafael. Same routine… same result. In a subconscious state, Suyin Wong enjoyed sexual relations with a corpse. One more longshoreman remained and Inga was anxious to see if her Asian nemesis would still appreciate a corpse in a state of consciousness. Over the next 14 days, Inga lessened the doses of Wong’s meds. Wong began getting her cognitive ability back and much of her mobility. Inga was careful, at 80% Wong would again be lethal. Inga guided her prisoner back to between 55% and 60%. At this level the slut would not be able to overpower the longshoreman or her. As Day 58 of Wong’s imprisonment arrived, Inga sent in the third longshoreman.

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The cell was concrete on three sides and gray metal bars adorned the front wall. On the floor were approximately 180 OLD MILWAUKEE Beer cans. Soon Wong would be able to craft a bladed weapon from one of the cans and slit beer man’s throat. Without warning, Suyin was hurled full force into the back wall of the cell. That damn firehose! This time Wong was able to close her legs and prevent the torrent from torturing her groin. Bruised and shivering from the cold Wong waited for the brute. He arrived and performed his six-pack routine as usual. Finally, Wong was able to prop herself up on her elbows. This caused beer man to become more violent. He did not like Wong getting her mobility back. Instead of burping in Wong’s face, he vomited his chili lunch on it. Beer man slapped the Chinese spy over and over again. Wong figured out she could stop the slaps by spreading her legs. Once her legs were spread, beer man violently violated her. Wong attempted to grab an OLD MILWAUKEE can but she still wasn’t able to squeeze her fingers around it. Soon, she thought, then this brute would die. BANG!!!! The vomit caking on Suyin’s face, shoulders and breasts, was now being washed away by a torrent of warm blood. Suyin was puzzled, did she do that? Beer man had no head. Suyin was confused, even without a head his man organ was still pummeling her groin. Inga was in ecstasy! She put down her shotgun and began pushing the back of her last longshoreman. She wanted his man organ to keep penetrating the Chinese slut. The nymphomaniac on the cell floor let out a loud groan. Was this pleasure or horror? Inga needed to know. For the next several minutes Inga kept pushing the headless longshoreman into Wong. The look on Wong’s face was that of confusion. When Wong spotted Inga’s face where the longshoreman’s head used to be, the confused look turned into one of hatred.

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The longshoreman quickly lost most of his blood. Inga discarded his increasingly limp corpse. She shoved the former brute off of Wong. Then, the beautiful Swede straddled the Asian whore. She moved her face an inch from Wong’s face and screamed: “Well… did you like that!?!” Inga needed to know. Bits of brain, skull, and blood were, then, spat in Inga's face by Suyin. The Asian smiled. In a fit of rage, Inga grabbed her shotgun and slammed the stock into Suyin’s temple rendering the Chinese vixen unconscious.

Chapter 22: Inga and Somalin Inga knew she blew it. She lost control. Her dad gave her a book on leadership by Jim Mitchell and Inga had indeed read it carefully. Instead of screaming at the dirty slut, and then knocking her out with the shotgun, Inga knew she should have talked softly to the bitch, reasoned with her, let the whore know that they both wanted the same thing and ultimately had the same goals. This, apparently, would take more practice. Maybe Jim Mitchell had some flashcards she could practice with. Inga needed to calm down. She returned to her quarters and got busy. First, the Swede stepped into her shower and washed away all the longshoreman’s remains from her face and body suit. With her royal blue latex get-up shiny again she stepped into her laboratory, an anteroom off her bedchamber. On the back wall, behind her prized possession were four tanks, filled with a special solution. The solution kept severed limbs from decomposing. Inga’s heart was still racing and only wild sex… with the dead… would bring her peace right now. One by one, Inga lifted the four limbs, two arms, and two legs, out of their tanks and walked them into her bedchambers. She had already made up the bed in red satin bedsheets in anticipation of this moment. The blonde vixen placed each limb on her bed and then peeled off her latex suit. Inga moaned with anticipation and was very satisfied to hear a moan emanate from her laboratory. SW DOUBLE EDITION

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The Swede dove onto her bed and immediately pulled each of the severed limbs over here. She grabbed a right arm and tickled herself with it, breasts and groin. Inga’s moans got louder as did the moans emanating from the lab. Inga satisfied herself with the dead hands and then sucked each of the ten fingers. With the legs, Inga placed them next to her inner thighs so they massaged her lower half as she worked her own legs up and down. Inga was almost in ecstasy. By the sound of the moans emanating from the laboratory, she guessed Somalin was too. The Somalin experiment seemed to be working better than the Wong experiment. Inga only wished she could have kept the Himalayan’s torso, as well. Jari was generous to her daughter in giving her the four limbs, but his DNA experiments necessitated that he kept the torso. The joke would ultimately be on Jari. Inga felt so much pride in one-upping her dad. She had finally mastered sexual relations with the dead and the living at the same time. Somalin’s four limbs were quite dead, but the pleasure they caused Inga was also felt by Somalin. The Himalayan beauty was no longer beautiful but still very much alive… sort of. With dozens of wires and tubes carefully placed into the wild woman’s brain, Somalin’s head lived on. Every thought now controlled by Inga, Somalin was finally tamed.

Chapter 23: Suyin the Stewardess Suyin was conscious again. Her head ached but her motor skills had continued to improve. Now she could clutch her fists. Not there yet, she thought. To kill Inga she would have to be a little stronger. The Asian vixen was no longer in a cell, but a small hospital room. She was totally nude, as she had been since the incident in the third-floor hotel room. A smell of nail polish caused Wong to look down at her fingers. Strapped to a gurney, she could not free her arms or legs. Her fingernails were perfectly manicured, and a glance at her toes revealed her toes were perfectly pedicured. The polish used was a glossy blood red. Who did that? Inga? SW DOUBLE EDITION

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“Hello love,” Inga cooed. “I’ve been a bad girl.” Suyin contorted her head and realized Inga was standing at the top of her gurney. Inga came around so Suyin could see her without straining her neck. “Our goals are similar… we can work things out so we’re both happy.” Suyin looked at Inga as if she were totally insane. Inga was patient and determined to remain calm. “Relax, I’m just going to do your face.” Suyin was relieved to see a tray of cosmetics by Inga’s side. “You are beautiful my Chinese friend.” This took a lot of effort for Inga to say as she detested Wong and would dissect her soon. After 25 minutes Inga was done with Suyin’s face. She held up a mirror and Suyin was shocked that this Swedish demon actually did a fine job. Now confused beyond all imagination, Suyin waited for what was next. Inga went on, “You have been my prisoner for almost 90 days.” Suyin gasped. 90 days! What! “I have had you raped over 250 times… I have a video of each one if you want to see it.” Suyin would never admit to Inga that she absolutely wanted to see these. “Now, I'll make it up to you… we will have sex.” Inga waited for some reaction, but Suyin could only give her a confused look. “I will pleasure you a lot.” Inga’s talk was deliberate as she assumed English wasn’t Suyin’s first language. “You’re fucking retarded.” Suyin offered. Inga’s sweet demeanor was instantly replaced with violent hatred. Inga thought, “Fuck Jim Mitchell.” With both her fists, Inga came down viciously on Suyin’s groin. The Chinese spy winced in maximum pain. She then said to Wong, “You slut… you whore… you bitch… you Chinese shithead… I’m going to violate you so bad you will be half Swedish by tonight.” Inga caught herself and immediately went back to the Jim Mitchell communication and leadership training her dad had paid for. She left Suyin’s side for a moment and came back with an ice pack. “I’m sorry my Chinese friend, I wasn’t sensitive to your wants and desires.”

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Inga placed the pack on Suyin’s groin, “here, does that feel better?” Suyin enjoyed the ice massage Inga was giving her. Then, Inga's next statement almost made her vomit: “I want to understand your feelings and find a win-win solution for both of us before I rape the shit out of your corpse.” Suyin was also forced to read “Jim Mitchell on Leadership.” Her Beijing handlers believed the hot-headed vixen could use a bit more diplomacy and empathy. The books drove Suyin to drink heavily and vomit. The Swede sat beside the restrained Suyin and continued her massage. “Now listen,” Inga needed to explain the facts of life to her pathetic prisoner/toy. “I have drastically cut back on the doses of the formula I have used to render you helpless.” Inga now had Suyin’s attention. “If I don’t give you any more injections, you will be at 100% in eight to ten days.” Suyin successfully hid her rage, but one way or another, she would find a way to kill the Swedish slut, and soon. “I’m going to undo the straps and free you. You can try to kill me but at your level of strength, a punch would not even bruise me, your karate chop would only serve as a massage, and any pressure points you attempt to apply will only tickle.” Suyin didn’t care, one way or another, if the straps were undone, the Swede was going to die horribly. “We will engage in wild lesbian sex in a few moments and you will answer my questions as we pleasure each other.” Suyin couldn’t believe this blonde bimbo, she was indeed retarded. Inga continued to talk deliberately, “For the first time since I annihilated you in Nassau, I will allow you to put some clothes on.” Inga undid the straps and helped Suyin sit up. “There, and now I have a surprise for you.” Inga had waited a long time to use Zhau’s red Oriental Airways uniform. Asians were ugly beasts, but dressed up in this red uniform made them so seductive. From under the gurney, Inga grabbed a plastic bin and rested it on the gurney next to Suyin. “I will watch you get dressed, and then I’ll ravage you…move it!” Suyin played along. Pretending to be weaker than she was, the Chinese spy took her time putting on the garments.

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First the lacy black bra and panties… very nice, Suyin thought. The stockings and threeinch heels, then, the red uniform. Inga was now so wet with desire that she actually began to drool. Now, Suyin was all made-up and clad in the red stewardess uniform. The Swede in her royal blue latex bodysuit moved toward her nemesis. Inga engaged in heavy kissing of Suyin's face. She shoved her tongue down the Chinese vixen's throat and, with her right hand, she massaged Suyin’s inner thigh. Suyin loudly groaned. She had to admit that Inga knew what she was doing. Inga and Suyin were both groaning but Suyin was focused on the moans coming from behind the door. Somalin! Suyin had enough, she needed to end this and then free her Himalayan friend. Inga was in the throes of ecstasy merely thinking about Suyin as a corpse. Inga’s hands were massaging the China woman’s hips. Soon Inga would remove the uniform, but for now, she wanted to finish feeling up her prey. Both Inga's hands moved up Suyin's hips, to her breasts. Suddenly, Inga was snapped back to equilibrium by a horrific realization. The last words ever uttered by the Swedish necrophiliac were “Oh shit!”

Chapter 24: Inga’s Fatal Mistake “My, such nasty language,” cooed Suyin. A moment ago Inga’s hands attempted to massage Suyin’s breasts. Inga instantly realized something was missing. Inga knew that Oriental Airways uniform inside and out… she had pleasured herself dozens of times while it hung beside her bed or shower. The nametag! The limp body of the Swede, still clad in that skin-tight royal blue jumpsuit lay at the feet of the Chinese vixen. Suyin gingerly held the Oriental Airways nametag in her fingers. The tip of the pin had a trace of Swedish blood on it. Suyin used her tongue and licked it clean.

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She read the nametag: “Zhau Jingchu.” Though the skirt was tight Suyin found a way to kneel down so she could position her face six inches from the Swede’s. “Zhau Jingchu, she was my friend.” Inga was horrified and completely paralyzed. “Zhau taught me everything she knew about killing while seducing.” Suyin pinned Zhau’s nametag back in its proper place above her right breast. “There! Oh, don’t cry.” The inert Inga had tears flowing down her face. “Such a pretty face, don’t ruin it with tears, my love.” Suyin was enjoying this. “What to do with you now, hmmmm… any ideas?” She posed this question to Inga knowing Inga couldn’t answer. “I think Somalin will want in on this, I’ll be right back.” Suyin got up and moved toward the door of Inga’s laboratory. Though she couldn’t say it this time, Inga thought “Oh shit!” She waited, unable to move or speak. 45 seconds passed until she heard the Chinese slut scream “Nooooooooo!!!!”

Chapter 25: Burial at Sea The next three hours were a blur. Suyin, still clad in Zhau’s uniform, accomplished much. After seeing what was left of her dear friend, a head in a tray with wires protruding, Suyin was numb. Somalin looked at her when she entered the lab. Unable to speak with her mouth, Somalin’s eyes told Suyin “Kill me!” Suyin would have wanted Somalin to do the same to her. Without speaking, Suyin gave her friend a look of passionate love and, then, unplugged every wire leading into Somalin’s skull. When Suyin explored her surroundings she was surprised, not shocked, to find she was on a freighter at sea. She estimated that her exact location was somewhere in the north Atlantic. This would have to do. The Chinese vixen wrapped Somalin’s head and limbs in the royal blue latex jumpsuit formerly worn by the Swedish necrophiliac.

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Returning to the deck, Suyin didn’t hesitate to launch Somalin’s head into the choppy seas below… burial at sea. The head, limbs, and Inga’s jumpsuit would eventually rest on the ocean floor, 500 fathoms below the surface.

Chapter 26: Dr. Frankenstein Dr. Jari Sundin… genius or madman, it all depended on who you ask. The 52-year-old Swede was Europe’s most renown geneticist. During a brief tenure at the University of Stockholm Medical College, a surveillance camera captured the doctor loading university property into the trunk of his Volvo. The property was lab equipment such as test tubes, beakers, and other basic necessities. This caused the Stockholm Police to stake out the university parking lot. One Wednesday evening Jari Sundin was spotted leaving his building and loading several boxes into his car. The unmarked police car followed him to his mansion and the detective inside observed the Volvo pull into the five-car garage. Acting quickly, an eager Swedish detective applied for and was granted a search warrant. At 7:00 am the following morning, four detectives arrived and executed the search warrant. Dr. Sundin was cooperative as he was confident that the detectives would be impressed with what they would find in his home laboratory. In reality, the detectives were horrified. In fact, two of the detectives quit police work within a few days of the execution of the warrant after discovering the contents of Jari’s laboratory. Detective Berg, the most senior of the men executing the warrant, actually began drawing his pistol with the purpose of executing Dr. Sundin on the spot. He was stopped by one of his partners. The 15 not quite dead specimens lay on separate gurneys. Each had a dozen tubes connected to them: each tube fed a vital organ, each specimen had his or head shaved and electrodes were inserted through drilled holes in their skulls.

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Within two weeks these 15 pseudo corpses would be identified as members of Stockholm’s increasing homeless population. The large glass containers accompanied each specimen and were also attached by tubes to a computer and to its body. What was growing inside those 85-gallon glass containers was some sort of lifeform. Whatever they were, they peered at the detectives with expressions of hate. Jari never understood the alarm of the detectives. How could they not be impressed with his scientific achievements? A race of mutant lifeforms grown in a home laboratory, Jari was proud. The creatures in the vats above the homeless began to get agitated. The fear and disgust of the police alarmed them. Detective Berg then became the first human to have contact with this new lifeform. With his back turned to Specimen Four, the poor detective never saw a slimy gray tentacle rise out of its jar. The tentacle touched the back of Detective Berg’s neck causing him to spin around and meet the infant creation. What happened next only took 15 seconds. Four detectives overcome with fright drew their weapons and emptied their magazines into each of the specimens. “You fools!,” screamed Jari. All his life work gone in an instant (actually, not quite all of his life work). This was indeed a doomsday scenario for Jari, but a protocol was in place. Thanks to some specially designed trapdoors and hidden stairways, Dr. Jari Sundin escaped the carnage and police action. With a push of a button on his cell phone, dozens of Swedes and Norwegians were sent into action. Plan B was now active… the freighter “Icelandic Dawn” would now be setting its course to rendezvous with Jari and his scientific team. In less than six hours, Jari and his team, with a crew of 18, would occupy the Icelandic Dawn. Jari would now go full force with the genetic experiments contained in the laboratories below deck.

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Chapter 27: The Icelandic Dawn The large and very rusty freighter usually traveled from Central and South America to northern European ports carrying coffee and fruits. This was, of course, a cover. A conglomerate of billionaires, not satisfied with the direction mankind was headed purchased the freighter and built Jari his laboratories that The University of Stockholm would not. A race of mutant creatures, impervious to radiation or bullets would empower this conglomerate to make demands of the world’s superpowers. These creatures would be in two forms… a hideous tentacled creature that thirsted for blood was Plan A, and Jari was on his way to creating 15 of these. Then, even more horrific, the creations that would be born in the lower decks of The Icelandic Dawn. Now a fugitive, Jari Sundin’s permanent home and workplace was on the rusty freighter. Also below deck was the apartment of the sultry Inga Sundin, the good doctor’s deviant daughter and the Miss Sweden contestant in the Miss World Pageant. Inga had a luxurious bedroom with mirrored ceilings, a huge hot tub, and several closets. The closets contained a number of latex jumpsuits, BDSM and torture equipment, four dozen shiny bikinis, seductive evening gowns and lingerie, and of course shoes and hooker boots. Also, connected to Inga’s bedchamber was a hospital room and her own private laboratory. Jari never asked his daughter what she was doing in her laboratory… he didn’t want to know. Jail cells also were built into the Icelandic Dawn. Six of the cells were attached to Jari’s main laboratory and three were located near Inga’s laboratory. The jail cells were a mystery to the naval conglomerate who paid for the freighter’s renovation. Jari was tight-lipped and the billionaires seeking world domination thought it better than to press for an explanation. As Suyin finished her walking tour of the ship, she returned to Inga’s chambers. The Swede was still motionless on the floor but still alive.

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With a rusty hacksaw in her left hand and a fire axe in her left, the Chinese vixen looked at the naked Swede and calmly asked, “Shall we begin?” Not wanting to stain Zhau’s uniform, Suyin stripped and began.

Chapter 28: Zhau Mourned The shower felt great. Inga’s chambers were designed for luxury and orgies. Six shower heads shot out steaming hot water at every angle. Inga’s blood was washed off Suyin’s body and down the drain. After being cleaned off with a firehose for the last 90 days, Suyin enjoyed the shower and stayed in it for almost 30 minutes. All of Inga's latex jumpsuits were Suyin's property now. The Asian beauty tried to decide between a black one and a hot-pink one. She had time to decide as she opted to put Zhau’s uniform on once more in an act of mourning. Poor Zhau, Suyin thought. Her colleague must have let her guard down. Because Inga had let her guard down, Suyin was able to avenge Zhau’s murder. Zhau would have done the same for her, in fact, she did a few years ago. Suyin slipped on the uniform and laid on her back in Inga’s bed; she used the mirrored ceiling to admire herself and what Zhau must’ve looked like before seducing whoever she needed to seduce. Suyin used both her hands to rub her thighs and ribs. She so wished Zhau was in bed with her now. A few years ago, Suyin had let her own guard down. Three years previous, on a Seoul Airways flight from Shanghai to Seoul, Suyin was feeling extra frisky. Not having sex in nearly 72 hours, the Chinese beauty was ready to explode. Wearing a tight leather mini-skirt, a leather motorcycle jacket half unzipped, no blouse, fishnet stockings, and white shiny go-go boots, Suyin acted impulsively. She snuck her way past two stewardesses and into the cockpit. The pilot, co-pilot, and female navigator were happy to see her. A 52-minute orgy ensued at 35,000 feet. Before leaving Suyin traded her black latex panties for the navigator’s red lace panties. SW DOUBLE EDITION

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Suyin left the cockpit while still dressing and caught the scorn of the two stewardesses. She never knew that the two stewardesses were also the girlfriends of the pilot and copilot. After landing in Seoul, Suyin immediately found a restroom where she could put on the red lace panties. She didn’t have time to put them on as she left the cockpit. The restroom was empty and Suyin found an end stall. Before she could enter the stall out of nowhere those same two stewardesses were on her. The taller one shoved a stun gun up Suyin’s crotch. Suyin hit the floor immediately. The two Koreans stripped Suyin, bound her hands behind her back with those fishnet stockings after removing her boots, leather mini-skirt, and jacket. The stewardesses used some sort of smelling salt to revive the bound Suyin and, then, went to work on her. The shorter one grabbed a tube of bright red lipstick from her small purse and wrote “C-U-N-T” on Suyin’s forehead. She drew happy faces on each of Suyin’s cheeks, removed her own panties, shoved them in Suyin’s mouth and sealed it in with duct-tape. She, then, took the red lace panties which Suyin had dropped and put those on under her suede skirt.Suyin looked at the stewardesses with extreme hatred. She promised herself that the pair would die horribly. Not done yet, the Koreans began pummeling Suyin. The tall one forced both of Suyin’s eyes open and the shorter one spit in both. With broken ribs and a busted cheekbone, the humiliated Suyin could only whimper. The tall Korean grabbed Suyin’s ankles and dragged her away from the stall to the middle of the restroom floor. Suyin assumed the two monsters had locked the door. As the tall one straddled over Suyin’s face, she urinated on the Chinese beauty. The shorter one followed suit. Both stewardesses armed themselves with little scissors and cut off most of Suyin’s hair. Before leaving, they took selfies with Suyin’s beaten body. Suyin, with several broken bones and internal bleeding, spent a few days in a Seoul hospital before Beijing collected her and flew her to a secret hospital near Shanghai. Suyin’s recovery took months. A week before being released Wong received two texts from Zhau. SW DOUBLE EDITION

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Suyin smiled as the texts were pictures of those same two stewardesses. One wore the moniker “B-I-T-C-H” and the other one “W-H-O-R-E.” With Zhau and Somalin gone, Suyin needed to act. Killing the Swedish necrophiliac was only step one… more had to die. But who?

Chapter 29: Maryeve Valmont Jari’s genius sometimes made it impossible for him to find romance and carnal pleasures. This would have to change as the Swedish geneticist was now a man of the sea. He expected to start living a man's life. Hence his six laboratory specimens given to him by his necrophiliac daughter, Jari would have to get over the taboo realization that Inga had had wild sex with them first. A swig of scotch or bourbon would do the trick. Most of the caged and nude beauties would be sacrificed for science, but Jari was lonely and wanting. He made up his mind that he would try out all six, but in his heart, Miss France was his favorite. Miss Canada was an option too, as she and Jari could communicate in English. Communication was overrated in Jari’s mind and could only lead to relationship stress. This made Miss France his favorite. She didn’t speak Swedish or English and everything she uttered in French sounded so seductive. Miss France’s real name was Maryeve Valmont… but Jari didn’t care. Maryeve Valmont was beaten, humiliated, and defeated. Her journey to this cell aboard a rusty freighter was horrific. After coming in fourth in the Miss World Pageant, Maryeve needed to forget about her loss to three sluts. When the winner, Miss Sweden asked her to her hotel room, Maryeve began to feel better. Not a lesbian, Maryeve would never have considered sex with another woman. Miss Sweden had something, though. Maryeve was attracted by a smell of mango and that shiny orange bikini. Spellbound by Miss Sweden’s attraction, the French beauty wasn’t even offended when five other girls were also waiting for her in Miss Sweden’s hotel room. SW DOUBLE EDITION

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Upon Maryeve’s arrival, there was no talking. The seven beauties were all over each other right away. Bikinis and sashes were ripped off torsos and sent flying to all corners of the room. The sounds of seven woman moaning in ecstasy then filled the room for hours. Six nubile beauties all had their way with Maryeve before Miss Sweden approached her. The blonde worked with all ten of her fingers and tongue and penetrated all of Maryeve’s orifices. In a state of extreme ecstasy, Maryeve let out a moan that she was sure resonated through the entire luxury hotel. Then, all fell apart. The room was invaded, though Maryeve never knew about two of the three longshoremen. The naked French beauty was grabbed from behind by a bald and tattooed fiend who smelled like beer… OLD MILWAUKEE, to be precise. He yanked Maryeve by her long, light brown hair off of the Swedish minx and dragged her toward the door. Too tired to offer any resistance, Maryeve was powerless to do anything about the aggression. The beer man fingered her before tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Excessively limp and aroused still from the orgy, Maryeve couldn’t move any of her limbs. Before passing out she endured the slaps to her buttocks as beer man hauled her into a freight elevator at the end of the hotel corridor. Now she waited… but for what? The cells were cold and communicating with the other beauties was forbidden. She had tried a couple of times but beer man would interrupt her efforts with a cattle prod to her groin. The lady prisoners were kept clean with cold firehose showers. They were kept groomed, make-up, shaving, and hair by a visit from Miss Sweden each day. The French beauty was sure her life would end any day now.

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The Jari guy entered her cell, stuck her in the neck with a cattle prod, placed a leather dog leash around her neck and waited for the Maltese vixen to revive. Jari then dragged the beauty out of her cell and down the long dark hall to a door marked “LABORATORY.” The two disappeared behind the door for what Maryeve estimated as two hours. The Maltese beauty was then dragged back to her cell. Jari dragged her limp body across the floor. Maryeve saw the girl had been badly bruised and obviously raped. The Maltese woman was unconscious and her face was smeared with man-juice. Blood flowed from her nose and Maryeve wondered if it would be best if this beauty never regained conscious. Miss Canada was next… her fate was identical to Miss Malta. Miss Uruguay was third up. She returned battered, especially in the groin but conscious. Maryeve didn’t bother to try to talk to her as the South American beauty was obviously driven to madness, as indicated by her shrieks and laughs. Miss Iceland was summoned next. She returned hog tied with her head shaven. Miss South Korea and Maryeve, whose cells were directly across from one another, stared into each other's eyes. Both beauties prayed the other one would be summoned first. Maryeve’s prayer was answered. Miss South Korea was then knocked out by the cattle prod and fitted with a leash. Upon coming to, Jari rubbed oils all over her body which made it easier to drag the Asian’s shiny body down the hall. Miss South Korea was gone for almost four hours, twice as long as the other girls. Eventually, Jari came through the laboratory door dragging Miss South Korea… or what was once Miss South Korea. The black-haired vixen was not being dragged by a leash, but by a noose. Jari dragged the woman into her cell, swung one end of the noose over a metal beam, and yanked the former beauty off the floor, suspended a foot off the ground. Miss South Korea would hang there for several hours before Jari removed her. Maryeve was the only one left. Miss South Korea was dead, and she was the lucky one. The other four beauties had been reduced to madness and mere objects.

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Maryeve Valmont… Miss France… third runner-up in the Miss World Pageant… waited. Maryeve was resigned to her fate. A tortured love slave of a madman. Maryeve’s ambitions of being a TV news reporter or a hostess on an entertainment TV show were dashed. Now Maryeve’s only wish was that Miss Sweden would return and pleasure her one more time before the madman summoned her. Miss Sweden had not been around in a few days. Maryeve wondered if the madman named Jari got her, too.

Chapter 31: Jari and Suyin Jari knew he got carried away. The Korean vixen’s fate was unfortunate. The Swedish geneticist had made up his mind that he would remove her spleen and pancreas for higher purposes. The organs of a corpse were useless to Jari. This wasn’t a huge problem; however, Miss Malta’s spleen and pancreas would do just fine. As the beauties had lost all sanity Jari decided he wouldn’t have to use any anesthetic on them when he removed their parts. This would save money, and when going forward on plans for world domination… saving money was always helpful. Jari believed the Korean could achieve an extreme orgasm if her brain was cut off from oxygen temporarily. Jari did not anticipate losing control. What should have been a few seconds of strangulation turned into two whole minutes. The mad-doctor had so much fun over the past few days. He hoped his specimens did, as well. Now, he had to get back to the matter at hand. Miss Uruguay was slated to give her glands… Miss Malta would donate her spleen and pancreas as well as her ovaries… Miss Canada would give her heart (Jari grudgingly admitted anesthetic would probably have to be used for this one)… and Miss Iceland would give her eyes and all of her bone marrow. The French woman would be left intact. Jari would take her as his wife. Now his love-making abilities had been fine-tuned, he was ready to call in the final beauty.

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Jari did not realize that after he dumped the Korean babe over the rail and into the Atlantic, he was followed back to his laboratory. “I used a hacksaw on all of Inga’s limbs and showered her blood off my nude body… I hope you don’t mind,” Suyin interrupted the deep thoughts of a madman. Deep in thought, Jari didn’t comprehend the words. He turned his swivel-stool to see some Asian stewardess standing ten feet from him. Jari’s response was quite offensive to the Chinese vixen, “Ah yes, thank you, a scotch and water… no ice… please hurry.” Jari did not know that the freighter had taken on waitresses. This was okay as this Asian beauty, like his South Korean conquest, was stunning. Jari made a mental note to perhaps include the China-woman in a threesome with his new bride. Still wearing Zhau’s snug fitting uniform, Suyin’s response was genuine, “Are you as retarded as your necrophiliac daughter?” This caught Jari’s attention. “Retarded?!?” Jari was insulted. “Do you know who I am?” Uh oh, thought Jari. This was no waitress. He had never seen Suyin with clothes on. “You’re Inga’s pet?” Pet! How dare he! Suyin was irate. “Inga swims with the fishes, you, Swedish swine! I’m going to fry some of her innards for dinner and choke you with her intestines.” “Remarkable!” Jari was intrigued. Who was this beauty? If she knocked off Inga, she must be something special. Inga’s demise was no big deal, the French vixen would give her some children soon enough. In fact, while Frenchy was pregnant, this China-woman could serve his sexual needs. By the look on Suyin’s face, Jari decided not to break this news to her yet.

Suyin had enough… no more chit-chat. She pulled out a syringe and a scalpel: “I’m here to avenge Somalin and Zhau… Inga first… then her whole family… you’re next.” Suyin was calm and deliberate. She started toward Jari: “You murdered the only loves I ever had, or will ever have…” Jari interrupted the beauty: “Who the hell is Zhau!?”

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Jari truly did not know Zhau, but the Himalayan… “As for the one called Somalin… dead? Oh no, my pretty… the Himalayan is very much alive.” Suyin was shocked. She’d kill him anyway, but what was this creep talking about? Suyin had said good-bye to Somalin’s decapitated head before unplugging it. “Here, I can bring you to her… she’s beautiful… er… or I should say ‘they are beautiful’.” Suyin was totally confused but had to admit to herself that she still felt Somalin’s presence. “Come my pretty, your beautiful friend awaits.”Jari led the assassin to a small elevator hidden behind a file cabinet. The two stepped in, Suyin still clutching the syringe and scalpel. Jari pushed LD (Lower Deck). The elevator took 15 seconds to reach the bottom deck of the rusty freighter. The doors opened and Suyin looked out on a large cargo hold converted to a laboratory. This lab must have been 200 feet long and contained what looked like 1,000 hyperbaric chambers, or contraptions that resembled hyperbaric chambers. Each chamber was plugged into a series of computers and dozens of tubes protruded out of them into individual beakers. Jari didn’t wait for the Chinese sex toy to speak, “Somalin… er, I should say 658 Somalins.” Jari could see the Asian babe was still not comprehending. “See, I have 1,000 specimens, made from Somalin’s DNA and infused with some DNA from perfect female specimens. I know they don’t look like Somalin, but in 27,000 hours, 658 Somalins’ will be walking around this freighter. I know you see 1,000 stations, but I estimate 342 of them will be sacrificed so most can live. If problems develop, which usually do in these types of projects, I will use real Somalins’ to fix them. If Unit 235 develops a leaky valve or faulty pineal gland, instead of trying to find a perfect donor, another Somalin will be the donor.” “658 Somalins’?” Suyin was stunned. The thought of an army of Somalins’ was quite an arousal for the Asian nymphomaniac assassin. Suyin was not aware that she was nodding as she said these words. “The Somalins’ will be mine.” Suyin knew she needed to keep Jari alive in order to bring Somalin or hundreds of Somalins’ back from the grave.

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Jari was already going down that road. “My China doll…” Suyin glared at him… no one called Suyin Wong “China Doll” and lived. Jari picked up on her displeasure and started again, “My Chinese love, I need you. I need someone to teach the Somalin army to kill, to seduce, to love, to destroy, to satisfy any man or woman.” Suyin was still nodding. “You can kill me if you want, but then all these specimens will die.” Jari gently removed the scalpel and syringe from Suyin’s sweaty hands, “I don’t think we need these anymore, do we?” Suyin couldn’t stop a tear from rolling down her left cheek. “Now, how about if you strip out of that uniform, perform oral sex on me, and we’ll discuss terms of our arrangement.” Jari wondered how this suggestion would be received by the Asian. To Jari’s surprise, Suyin carefully removed her red uniform revealing that black lacy underwear and began removing Jari’s clothes. Jari was instantly erect and Suyin would satisfy him in front of 1,000 of these future Somalins’. After a good amount of oral sex, Jari ripped Suyin’s undergarments off, slammed her onto the floor and slapped her silly. Suyin spread her legs willingly and Jari entered her with the force of a torpedo. Jari believed Suyin was his… his love slave. Suyin knew better.

Chapter 32: The Arrangement Both Suyin and Jari were bruised and sweaty on the floor below some contraption which kept the temperature in the hyperbaric chambers constant. They had slapped, punched, swapped a lot of spit, probed, and made violent love in front of the future Somalin army. Someday, Suyin hoped, she would be gang-raped by this future army. Jari, however, was turned on by the Chinese assassin. She was perfect for him. She enjoyed being abused and humiliated. She knew things that no other woman knew. This would be the perfect tutor for Miss France. Jari leaned over to Suyin’s battered and shiny body and began licking the sweat off of her breasts. SW DOUBLE EDITION

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Suyin fantasized about Somalin’s tongue on her body… soon. Jari spoke, “You can be my partner. I need you for so many jobs. I need you to satisfy my manly needs on demand… I need you to train this future army.” Jari motioned to the specimens in the chambers. “Soon I will introduce you to my bride to be, Miss France.” Suyin had to struggle not to laugh. She wondered if all Swedes were moronic narcissists. Jari had thought this out. “You will teach her those moves you just did on me.” Suyin again stifled a laugh. The Swedish moron had no idea her efforts were right out of a Japanese porn magazine. The vixen hadn’t even shown him the Venusian Eclipse. She was saving that for the fulfillment of her master plan. “Especially that maneuver you did while massaging my tally whacker at the same time…” Jari paused… exactly what was that other thing she was doing with her other hand, “…well, you know, while you were doing that thing with your other hand.” Suyin took this move, which Jari loved so much, out of the diary of a novice Japanese whore she had murdered.” “Whatever,” Suyin hoped her response didn’t sound too bored. Jari continued, “I know you are adept at threesomes. You will choreograph some fantasy threesomes for you, me, and Miss France. You will incorporate a scenario with a bullfighter and two flamenco dancers… a fireman and two college girls he saves from a burning dormitory… then one where I am a caveman, thawed out from ice after a million years, and I wake up in a hospital and rape two nurses.” Jari was sure he impressed his new Asian love slave, “This should be enough to start. Check Inga’s closets for the costumes.” Suyin was fantasizing about eating Jari. Who was this Miss France? Suyin would inspect her and maybe have passionate sex with her and feed her some of Jari. She offered a seductive smile to her new Swedish partner and cooed, “whatever you wish my love.” Suyin had to be careful, sounding too cooperative would draw the suspicions of the Swedish mad-scientist: “I have needs, are you prepared to meet them?”

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Jari looked confused and a little hurt:“I’ll have vicious sex with you three times a week, what more do you need?” Suyin responded in Mandarin: “你这个变态的，我要把你的蛋蛋炖了,喂鱼吃!”¹ Jari looked confused, so Suyin responded in English, “I need more than that from anyone I want. I want to inspect Miss France and if I decide, I will ravage her non-stop for days.” The Chinese nymphomaniac was merely being polite, she would do this with or without Jari’s blessing. In fact, without his blessing would be more fun. “Whoa! No! The Frenchy is mine,” Jari was quite defensive. Sensing Suyin wasn’t going to relent, the mad scientist referred to his Jim Mitchell leadership and communication training. “Listen, you, oriental skank! I think we can find a compromise in which we both win.” Suyin Wong also had the same training and retorted in Mandarin: “我要把你阉了，然后把你的性器官让法国小姐吃了，让她窒息之死!”² Again, her new business partner looked confused, as he understood no Mandarin. Jari didn’t understand a word Suyin just said but was ready to make Suyin an offer she couldn’t refuse: “Okay, you don’t get Miss France, but I’ll give you Miss Iceland, Miss Malta, Miss Uruguay, Miss Canada, and Miss South Korea.” Now Suyin was surprised. “You may use and abuse them, but I want it recorded so I can watch it at a later date.” Jari just remembered an important point:“Oops, you can’t have Miss South Korea.” The Chinese nymphomaniac sensed she had Jari on the ropes: “No deal, you must throw in the Korean.” Suyin remembered the Korean stewardesses who humiliated her and desired to torture Miss South Korea in bloody fashion… with electricity and a nail gun. Looking like a schoolboy caught peeking at girly magazines Jari confessed: “She is no longer here, she… eh…well… she had an accident.” (¹“You fucking lunatic, I’m going to sauté your balls and feed them to the fishes!”, ²“Okay, I’ll castrate you and shove your man organ down Miss France’s throat until she chokes to death.", Ed) SW DOUBLE EDITION

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So, Jari did it to the Korean before she could… too bad! “Fine! The four you just mentioned… plus, I get Inga’s chambers including her laboratory, clothes, shoes, computers, diaries, sex toys, and videos.” Jari had no idea what Inga kept in her chambers, “Deal!”

Chapter 33: The Wedding The crew of the Icelandic Dawn was kept away from the mad scientist and his laboratories below deck. Today was a special day, however. The sixteen remaining crew members and their captain, Nils Nilsson, would oversee Jari’s wedding to Miss France. The Chinese vixen was charged by Jari to prep the French minx for the wedding. The naked fourth-place finisher in the Miss World pageant was brought to the former chambers of Miss Sweden and delivered to the Chinese beauty. Neither spoke each other’s language, hence Suyin summoned Miss Canada. This beauty spoke French and English and Suyin needed to communicate with the French beauty. Miss Canada was blonde and blue-eyed and the same size as Inga. Naked, bruised and shivering, Miss Canada had a dead man’s (or dead woman’s) stare. She had been raped, humiliated, and broken. With two naked beauties, Suyin went to work. The Chinese assassin stripped out of the hot pink, latex jumpsuit she commandeered from Inga’s closet and led her two new friends to a huge shower room. Shower heads surrounded the three beauties in a stall six feet by six feet. The water shot out hard and hot and instantly the three new friends were soaked with steamy water. With some oversized pink sponges, Suyin lathered both women up and kept wiping them down, and re-lathering them. She then shaved their legs, groin, and underarms. Miss Canada responded with some sensual moans. Suyin then used her ten fingers and tongue and went to work on Miss Canada as Miss France watched. The soft, sensual moans of this Canuck were replaced by passionate and wild screaming. SW DOUBLE EDITION

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Suyin motioned for Miss France. The Frenchy moved in with her ten fingers and tongue. The shock and malaise of Miss Canada was replaced by life again. Suyin now had a translator. No sense in rushing into a conversation, Suyin kept the orgy going for another half hour. The three women were exhausted as Miss Canada’s return to life benefitted her two new friends. Both Miss France and Suyin were recipients of what Miss Canada called the ‘Ottawa O-Ring.’ It wasn’t the Venusian Eclipse, but Suyin had to admit, it did have its charm. After the orgy, the three beauties smoked unfiltered Virginia Slims. The trio lounged on Inga's heart-shaped bed, with red satin disheveled bed clothes. Then, Suyin began talking. Miss Canada’s French was so seductive, Suyin thought, and she began using run-on sentences so she could hear more of it. After 90 minutes the trio of vixens was on the same page. Maryeve Valmont and Miss Canada were exhausted and Suyin left them on the bed. Suyin, however, had needs… pure, unbridled, violent heterosexual sex! Next stop, the bridge… Captain Nils Nilsson. With the wedding now 75 minutes away, Suyin had time. The hulking Swedish captain was the perfect choice. He’d led a man’s life and knew a lot about women like Suyin. The two didn’t disappoint each other. After it was over Suyin made a mental note to fix herself up with a spray tan to hide her new bruises. Suyin and Nils left the bridge together and met the wedding party and guests on the deck. Maryeve Valmont was clad in some white lacy lingerie and stockings. Instead of appropriate high heels, she wore shiny white go-go boots. Miss Iceland, Miss Canada, Miss Malta, and Miss Uruguay were the maids of honor, clad in skin-tight latex jumpsuits. Nils kept the ceremony short (22 seconds), and Now Maryeve Valmont was betrothed to the mad Swedish scientist.

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Chapter 34: The Caveman Suyin had to admit that the caveman fantasy of Jari was actually a turn on for her. The dormitory girls' scenario was juvenile. The bullfighter scenario was so passe. The caveman and nurses' scenario, however, was silly... but rather kinky. Thanks to Inga’s BDSM collection, Suyin and Maryeve found some white, leather lingerie with red crosses on the front. Inga also had some nurse’s hats which the two vixens would attach to their heads with bobby-pins. Both women were now ready. Maryeve knew she would have to endure the unendurable in just a few minutes, but the end results would be glorious. Jari waited patiently to consummate his wedding. The ceremony may have only lasted seconds, but the wait for his new bride and the Chinese nymphomaniac to get ready lasted a couple of hours. He was ready to explode. He donned a leopard-skin toga, brown sandals, and a large plastic club. He arrived at his daughter’s chambers, now Suyin’s, and found the main bedroom was converted to a large hospital room. As instructed, Jari laid on the hospital bed and pretended to be in a coma. Suyin worked hard to increase the mood of the room. She mounted a 52-inch flat-screen and loaded the video of her being gang-raped (over and over). There would be dozens of them and Suyin was oddly fascinated by the level of torture and humiliation inflicted upon her. Jari laid on the bed and admired the show emanating from the flat-screen. The brute on top of the Chinese nympho had some amazing moves. The way his pelvis thrust forward to both hurt and satisfy the vixen simultaneously was pure art. He intended to do it on Miss France in just a few minutes. Showtime! Both women traipsed into the room, ignoring Jari. They giggled and Suyin started, “…the way you put that IV in his arm… so hot… I want you.” The dialog between the two cosplay nurses was unrehearsed and stupid… but Jari didn’t care. Miss France, now Mrs. Jari Sundin said something in French, no one knew what, but it sounded so sexy. SW DOUBLE EDITION

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Suyin and Maryeve embraced each other and began pawing the other up and down their torsos. The duo groaned in sexual pleasure. They shoved their tongues in each other's oral cavity. Miss France fondles Suyin's breasts. Using her long arms, Suyin sent her fingers up Maryeve's skirt. Maryeve’s body, with all of its orifices, was perfectly accommodating to everything Suyin wanted to do to her. She seemed to be made for violation and submission. The French beauty seemed to push her entire being onto Suyin. Though technically Maryeve was the submissive during this lesbian exchange, her erotic emanations controlled all of Suyin’s fingers and lips… Suyin was beckoned by the vixen in a very mystical sense… her mystical experience was coming to an abrupt end. Jari had to act, his libido was off the chart. The caveman wannabe left his bed and approached the sensual nurses who invaded his room. With a roar, he raised his toy club and conked Suyin on her noggin. As Suyin feigned unconsciousness, Miss France screamed. Jari grabbed her, threw her onto the bed and hoisted Suyin onto a chair. Maryeve cried out in terror. The geneticist approached his wife, slapped her silly a few times, and ripped off her white lingerie and stockings. Maryeve kept yelling in French. Jari was almost in ecstasy. With the torn remnants of Maryeve’s costume, Jari tied Suyin’s ankles to the chair legs and wrists to the arms of the same chair. He then shoved Maryeve’s white lace panties in Suyin’s mouth and duct taped it closed. Suyin was impressed that Jari was following her script to a tee. With Suyin out of the picture, for now, Jari hopped onto the bed and mounted Maryeve. With the grace of a drunk longshoreman, Jari consummated the wedding. The pelvic thrusts hurt Maryeve a lot, but vengeance would be hers, she thought. In only 60 seconds of Jari’s uncontrolled passion, Maryeve would suffer bruises on her groin, abdomen, breasts, and face. Jari hadn’t planned on finishing so soon, but when a syringe was inserted in a strategic spot in his neck, he was done. Suyin had no trouble in removing the ties that bound her to the chair. Maryeve was barely conscious.

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Blood flowed down her chin from her lip that Jari busted. With the push of a button, Miss Uruguay, Miss Iceland, Miss Canada, and Miss Malta entered. As had been planned and rehearsed, the beauties went to work. Miss Canada and Miss Iceland carefully carried the limp Maryeve to the same shower Miss Canada was revived in. There, Miss Canada taught the Ottawa O-Ring to Miss Iceland while the two revived Maryeve. Miss Malta and Miss Uruguay dragged the unconscious Jari into Inga's former laboratory… now, Suyin's laboratory. The beautiful duo secured him to a gurney and fixed him up with an IV. The anesthetic in the IV would prevent Jari from regaining consciousness. Miss Uruguay’s hate for this Swede who raped her so violently put a smile on her face as she wheeled over a cart of surgical saws. Both ladies averted their gaze at the horrific sight that lay just two meters from Jari’s confined body. Suyin had some time. Clad in her white nurse get-up, and go-go boots, she needed sex. She told the five ladies that she would see them in two hours. Nils would be on the bridge. She would attack Nils with a vengeance until he put her down with a few hard slaps. Then she would be his, at least for an hour or so. This pleasure would cost Nils a little blood and much pain. In return, Suyin would also shed some blood and endure the same level of pain and bruising.

Chapter 35: World Domination Suyin could not have been more fortunate. Putting up with the beatings, torture, gang rapes, humiliation, and retarded Swedes was starting to yield benefits. Soon, a little less than 27,000 hours she would have Somalin back… and then some. With an army of Himalayan devil women, the world was hers. The Americans and Russians were a joke as world-super powers go… and the Chinese? Suyin knew the Chinese well… they were a dysfunctional joke.

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Miss Malta was a pre-med student and Miss Uruguay was a nursing student until she and the pageant turned them into love-vixens. Both these beauties were of great help with the surgery that took place in Suyin’s lab. Inga’s notes were also of great help. Now, in a tray, was the head of Jari Sundin. The poor schmuck, Suyin thought. Miss Malta and Miss Uruguay were not as flattering to the memory of the mad Swedish doctor. His violent rape of them ended their hopes of vocations in the medical industry. Miss Malta took the saw to two of his arms and neck, but not before Miss Uruguay snipped off his man organ with some hedge-clippers and then sawed off his legs. After studying Inga’s notes, the Chinese nymphomaniac drilled holes in Jari’s skull and placed a number of electrodes into his brain. Suyin would keep Jari’s brain sexually stimulated as she still needed Jari to voluntarily tell her the next steps in the Somalin plan. Jari was all too eager to feed Suyin the information she requested. Suyin, also for Jari’s benefit, would not allow Jari to know the identity of his new sex toy. Jari’s brain waves were treated to some of the most deviant and violent sex imaginable. Suyin was proud of herself. Inga’s notes didn’t mention anything about two heads interacting. Nevertheless, Suyin figured it out. Though Jari’s head lay only one meter from his new sex-toy, their eyes were fixed to opposite sides of the room. If Jari’s eyes saw who he was humiliating, torturing, and raping… his good cheer might not have lasted. The electrodes that attached their brain waves, with adjustments to allow Jari’s thoughts to be dominant, was Suyin’s final joke on the Swedish slut, Inga. As Jari, at least in his thoughts and brain-waves, went to town on his daughter, Inga would be destined to a life of torture, humiliation, and incest. The duct tape that sealed Inga’s oral cavity prevented her from a desperate plea of…“Daddy.”

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Epilogue It just wasn’t fair. In the psyche of serial killers, fairness was important. The ravishing and perfect Miss South Korea’s fate was something the world would pay for. Koreans could get tortured, raped, and gutted… and no one would care. If a Chinese slut or Japanese skank was even looked at wrong, the world community would throw a fit and maybe lob a couple of nuclear bombs. Kim Soon Kyung was a patriot. He would delegate justice. Two weeks ago, he traveled to Tokyo for step one. Etsuko Fukada… Miss Japan, had made it home from the Miss World Pageant. The Japanese public fawned over this beauty… soon to be TV hostess. Most of Korea’s ills in modern times were of the fault of the Japanese and Kim Soon Kyung wasn’t going to allow the Japanese to get out of this horrific pageant episode unscathed. Kim surveilled Miss Fukada for seven days and made his move. Every day at 2:30 pm the Japanese beauty would spend six minutes in the tanning bed in the gym of her luxury apartment building. On this particular day, Kim Soon Kyung secreted himself in the tanning room and waited. The beautiful Etsuko Fukada entered, removed a red robe revealing her bikini-clad body. In another moment, the beauty removed both pieces of her shiny red bikini. However beautiful Miss Fukada was, Kim Soon Kyung saw her as a wild boar. The Korean serial killer would make sure Japan shared in the horror and heartbreak. As the nude beauty lay on her back on the tanning bed, the serial killer sprung into action. Kim Soon Kyung grabbed the two pieces of the red bikini off the floor and popped up beside the tanning bed. Etsuko, who was into sexual fantasy role-playing, looked half horrified and half aroused. This dichotomy didn’t last as Kim Soon Kyung shoved the panties of her bikini in her mouth and sealed them in with a generous strip of gray duct tape.

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Miss Japan was paralyzed with fear now and the Korean tormentor was now aroused himself. With a box-cutter, the psycho began carving… Miss Fukada’s abdomen, forehead, thighs, and breasts were turned into ground beef. It took Miss Japan 43 minutes to die of exposure and shock. Upon her death, Kim Soon Kyung raped the bloody corpse, unsealed her mouth and removed the red bikini panties… a souvenir. Present day: The Korean psycho pulled out the red panties and wiped salt water spray off of his face. The Icelandic Dawn lay two kilometers in front of his speed boat in the rough North Atlantic. Step two of avenging the death of the most beautiful woman who ever lived, Miss South Korea, and two sultry Korean stewardesses, was to dissect the she-devils who shared in fostering this carnage. China would pay just as Japan paid… Suyin Wong was next on Kim Soon Kyung’s “to-do” list. The Korean psycho estimated his speed boat was 75 seconds away from the Icelandic Dawn…

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BONUS Somalin’s ID Card Born: The Himalayas (at 20,000 feet) Ethnicity: Chinese, Indian, Pakistani, Nepalese Monikers: Himalayan Devil Woman, Slayer of the Weak, Eater of the Weak, The Demon Seductress, and Cannibal Fiend. Somalin survived high up in The Himalayas for what is estimated to be 25 years. How she got there is still a mystery, however, shortly after her capture, the governments of India and Pakistan were able to determine her as the cause of death for many of their soldiers on patrol near the border. Her ability to make weapons out of human bones helped keep her alive. These weapons easily killed yaks, birds, goats, and humans. A master hunter, Somalin was able to nourish herself and stay physically strong. Upon her capture, the Himalayan Devil Woman brought her cannibalism, homicidal tendencies, and charm to Mumbai where she found work as a cocktail waitress at a 6-star hotel. While working as a cocktail waitress, Somalin realized her attraction to men. For the first time in her estimated 25 years, Somalin began enjoying sexual intercourse. Because she would eat her partner, the Himalayan Devil Woman went through hundreds of men. Her sexual desires became more animalistic than most cosmopolitan humans, thus her jealousy resulted in the annihilation and eating of dozens of women at the same hotel. Somalin remains a mystery and many who met her (and lived) will not speak of her. Her current whereabouts are unknown and many theories exist as to her fate.

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Visual Conception/Memes: Dub Meter & AStyanaX Special Thanks to: Alice Alinari, Martin Jernberg, Jakub Gorajek, Anne Edgar, Neonbrand, Arang, Wendy Scofield, Azamat Zhanisov, Cassi Josh, Kiwihug, Juliana Malta, Jennifer Latuperisa Andresen, Stil, Stanislav Kondratiev, Roman Khripov, Jernej Graj, Oldskool Photography, Ashton Mullins, Alora Griffiths, Andrey Zvyagintsov, Makarios Tang, Hal Gatewood, Claudia Ramirez, Maira Gallardo, Emiliano Vittoriosi, Hans Reniers, Specna Arms, Ramon Salinero, Damir Spanic, Louis Reed, David Clode, Sarah Cervantes, Alexander Krivitskiy, Ricardo Frantz, Annie Spratt, Jan Zhukov, Piotr Miazza, Ian Dooley, Armin Lofti, Mitchell Griest, Steven Roe, Martin Tolentino, Leonardo Yip, Freestocks Org, Bence Balla Schottner, Christian Buehner & Unsplash | Madmind Studio & MakyFoto | Paul Gilmore & Kiattisak | Peter H, Bruno Antonucci, Lila Cosplay & Larissa Reis | Enrique Meseguer & Miles Aldridge | Devil Hands | Gaspard Noé | Berenice Marlohe & OMEGA | Disclosure | Loleïa, Sarah Richter, Kqai Kahll, Devoka, Oliana Gruzdeva & Pixabay | Paz de la Huerta | Cute, Maxigamer, Hajime Soraya | Maria Kaloudi & Free Images | Schlitz | Cineproduzioni Daunia 70 & Derio | AstyanaX & Hiclipart.

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ABILENE - The Bondage of Suyin Wong A love story transcending time, morals & worldly justice by Christopher Zisi

Chapter 1: Abilene The naked Asian beauty practically fell into his lap. Of course, this was David Rodski. Naked babes being hurled at him, or hurling themselves at him was hardly a deviance in the normal day for INTERPOL’s renegade agent. The hulking mass of a man bent over the vixen, now spread out flat at his feet. She was sweating and quite stunning. Bruised all over and blood dripping out of both her nostrils, the Asian hadn’t yet comprehended that the man hovering over her was her new master… at least for now. Ankara, Tokyo, Mumbai, and Brisbane. David Rodski enjoyed some plum assignments for INTERPOL. He had earned them… Havana, Kabul, and Tripoli preceded those stations… Real shit holes!... Funny how fate can fart in your face, thought David Rodski. While in Tripoli, Agent Rodski developed very sensitive sources. Everyone, terrorist to good guy, in Tripoli knew never to trust the Americans with any information. The CIA and State Department were stacked with blathering idiots and would get you killed with their incompetence. Consequently, all the great sources who wanted to pass on information sent it to Rodski… even after he left.

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While he was sitting at his cozy desk in Brisbane, the envelope arrived… Rodski opened the envelope against his better judgment. 14 photographs, and 11 hand written letters. Michelle Obama was apparently close to Colonel Mohamar Qadafi. Rodski knew this. The two were introduced by Beyonce. Mrs. Obama became infatuated with the Libyan tyrant and wrote him some steamy love letters and enclosed risqué photographs. The letters and photographs were now in the possession of David Rodski. The letters indicated that the American First Lady personally guaranteed no military intrusion into Libya would be allowed unless she gave the order. Then Benghazi happened, the U.S. Embassy was ravaged and the U.S. Ambassador was killed… as was Colonel Qadafi. In 2015 the U.S. State Department was still run by Hillary Clinton who took orders from President Obama. INTERPOL passed on the information Rodski collected. The State Department then advised INTERPOL to “take care of Rodski.” INTERPOL knew what this meant. Because of INTERPOL’s affection for their star agent, they refused to “terminate” Rodski. The compromise was to hide David Rodski in the most remote of INTERPOL stations… Abilene. When Rodski was notified of this transfer his only response was “Screwed again!” INTERPOL wired hundreds of thousands of U.S. dollars into Rodski’s accounts. Rodski was tasked to get to Abilene, Texas and secure a home and office space. Rodski wasn’t much for the little details. He often said: “Details are for the little people.” Unbeknownst to the big picture agent, there was also an Abilene, Kansas. Thus, three years after arriving in Abilene, Kansas, David Rodski believed he was in Texas. No one had the heart to tell the hulking hunk he wasn’t in Texas. Rodski, found office space at the Dickinson County Sheriff’s Office in Abilene. The sheriff and deputies were amused by him. With a hefty expense account, Rodski always bought the beer for the deputies at THE FRISKY BEAR, a favorite Abilene watering hole.

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On routine patrol one day, near Interstate 70, David Rodski came across the beaten and spent Suyin Wong. It wasn’t everyday INTERPOL’s Most Wanted showed up in Abilene… “Well, I’ll be!” David Rodski was ever the wordsmith. “Suyin Wong!” When Rodski first saw Wong’s face on an INTERPOL wanted poster he knew he would meet her. She was hot… thus, David Rodski assumed he would bed her one day. “Welcome to Abilene, bitch!” Suyin Wong’s left eye was swelled shut but her right eye studied the six-foot three hunk. The Asian vixen was wanted for the murder of a dozen Miss World contestants in Nassau. She was also wanted for the kidnaping of six more contestants. David Rodski began thinking about forming a harem. “Okay slut, got some good news and some bad news… which do you want first?” David Rodski was smiling. In Cantonese Wong responded… Loosely translated her retort was: “I’ll castrate you and shove your organ down your throat!” Rodski laughed: “I don’t speak no Chinese you, gook! I know you speak English, so the fact that you responded in Chinese tells me you think you can castrate me.” Rodski was indeed a man of the world. “Listen up, cunt! The good news is INTERPOL wants you bad. You’re their number one wanted criminal. For you, the good news is I’m not gonna turn you in.” Suyin Wong knew what was coming next. Despite already knowing the ‘bad news,’ she knew the brainless hunk would tell her anyway. Rodski was enjoying himself. The vixen disgusted him. All those beautiful women slaughtered and tortured… and some were disemboweled… this slut was going to pay. The INTERPOL superstar moved his face to within a foot of Wong’s swollen face and then spit out a black smelly glob of tobacco juice onto that swollen face. Much of the juice slid up her bleeding nostrils and also into her half-opened mouth. Wong spit the juice out and gagged. This caused Rodski to laugh more: “Okay, my gook friend, here’s the bad news… at least bad for you: I have a castle at the edge of town where the tumbleweeds are my only neighbors…”

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There were no tumbleweeds in Abilene, Kansas but Rodski liked saying that. “I fixed it up real good with a neat dungeon and torture chamber in the basement.” Dungeons and torture chambers were all too routine for the Chinese assassin. Rodski looked a bit offended that Suyin Wong didn’t display any fear or surprise. “You are going to be my guest. You will be my sex slave and you will like it… or I’ll give you a Colombian Neck-tie. You know what that is?” Suyin Wong knew what that was. Colombian cartels used this technique on schmucks who betrayed them. The schmucks would have their throats cut and their tongues would be pulled out through their necks. Suyin Wong’s response was again in Cantonese. “Hah!” David Rodski was amused by Wong’s refusal to speak English. “I may not speak Chinese, but I do understand the word ‘castrate.’ You won’t castrate me. Soon, you’ll be begging me to bang you five times a day, and you know it.” Suyin Wong had to admit she was beginning to like this creep. Too bad she would have to decapitate him at first opportunity. Suyin tried to glare at her new tormentor but, with an eye swollen shut, she couldn’t look as menacing as she wished. With his right foot, clad in a heavy hiking boot, Rodski kicked the vixen in the gut and flipped her onto her front side. In no condition to fight back or defend herself, Suyin Wong had no choice but to let David Rodski hog-tie her. David Rodski needed to get the slut to his homestead. Whatever she was doing in Abilene wasn’t an important point. What was important now was that he had a new pet… a new love toy. One way or another, Suyin Wong as a captive was going to help him plot to get out of Abilene. Rodski’s left hand grabbed Suyin Wong by the groin and his right hand grasped a bunch of her hair. He picked her up and threw her in the bed of his Ford 350 Pick-Up. He, then, put a tarp over his new prisoner and drove the 10 miles to his ranch.

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Chapter 2: Beba Loncar Killing (murdering, actually) was addictive. Beba Loncar… the sultry Serbian was probably responsible for 25 unsolved murders in Belgrade. The Serbian beauty intended to do all she could to solve the over-population crisis… and have a lot of fun along the way. Named after the ravishing Serbian actress, Beba Loncar intended to be more beautiful than the actress and more lethal. The two traits went hand in hand. As far as Beba was concerned, what good was beauty if murder didn’t follow close behind. “15 dead!!!!!” Beba was shouting. The operation was a failure; the Chinese cunt had escaped. The fact that there were 15 dead (8 CIA operatives and 7 U.S. Army Rangers) wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but she had nothing to do with these murders. That really bugged the Serbian psycho. In addition to killing 25 Serbian schmucks… by hand… Beba Loncar probably had murdered another two dozen throughout Europe. The Serbian femme fatale grew angrier and shouted: “15!” Never had this Serbian seductress murdered more than three at a time. Now, this Chink had killed almost 30 in the past few months (though Loncar suspected many of the pageant beauties weren’t killed by her). The road to Geneva was a short one. Growing up, Loncar read pulp novels about INTERPOL agents traipsing the world with guns, cars, and fast women to fight evil. These international super agents always killed so many and the young Serbian lass dreamed of becoming an INTERPOL agent someday. Killing really appealed to her and even as a sevenyear-old, she decapitated and disemboweled the stuffing out of all her dolls and stuffed animals. Her parents told her to “study hard and work hard” if she wanted to be an INTERPOL agent. Studying was for losers. Beba had another way to get to the top and achieve whatever she wanted: seduction and murder. In high school, she cheated on every exam. When caught, she would seduce her teacher (male or female).

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If the seduction didn’t work, the police would find that particular teacher in rivers with their sex organs cut off. College was similar. As a communications major, she was forced to read everything Jim Mitchell* had ever written on leadership and communication. The Mitchell mantra was “Everyone is a Winner.” Beba Loncar disagreed… everyone was a loser… except her. She paid nerds with oral sex to take her exams. In four years at Belgrade University, she only had to murder seven of these nerds; the others either turned into real men or got addicted to pornography. She finished with a perfect grade point average. After college, INTERPOL hired her full time and allowed her to start in their Belgrade office. Loncar was disappointed. INTERPOL, unlike the novels she read, was an administrative agency charged with disseminating useless information to different law enforcement agencies throughout the world. Most of the information was collected by the CIA… thus, either fabricated or highly inaccurate. At the age of 22, Loncar went to work. She was going to be an international woman of murder and seduction whether INTERPOL approved it or not. With her INTERPOL credentials, the vixen hung out at bars and gentlemen clubs and seduced foreign diplomats. She also offered her services as an assassin. The middle-aged balding diplomats had a lot of wild and deviant sex with her and often hired Loncar to kill their wives or inconvenient girlfriends. Loncar was terrific at killing and the diplomatic corps was grateful that she did her job leaving no evidence. Most of her victims were middle-aged women (wives) or twentysomething beauties (girlfriends). The twenty-somethings offered Loncar the chance to use her imagination. To make the killings look like the work of an angry misogynistic Serbian psycho, Loncar would capture the beauties, whip them senseless, sexually violate them and strangle them during a final sex act. *To know more about Jim Mitchell’s Leadership and Communication Training, check out Patricia M, the Perils of a Sultry Stewardess by Christopher Zisi! SW DOUBLE EDITION

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The Serbian police were looking for a male serial killer with mommy issues and Loncar was finally doing what she liked: murder. No one had ever officially approved Beba’s role as a killer. Of course, no one ever told her no, either. Her beauty and power of seduction were key in getting the vixen anything she wished. When INTERPOL was tasked to raid a rust bucket of a freighter and capture a Korean serial killer and a Chinese assassin, Loncar was given the operation. This was a complicated mission. The Korean had murdered Etsuko Fukada (Japan’s entry in the Miss World Pageant) and was located by satellite surveillance heading toward the freighter in the north Atlantic. Electronic surveillance, then, picked up a voice match: Suyin Wong! The Chinese assassin was also on that freighter. Quickly, Beba Loncar put together a 22-man tactical team to follow the killer Kim Soon Kyung onto the freighter and capture him with the Chinese cunt. Success! Loncar’s plan seemed to have worked to perfection. Of the 22 tactical INTERPOL specialists, only nine were killed in the operation. Both Suyin Wong and Kim Soon Kyung were delivered in cages to Lisbon where INTERPOL took possession of the Korean serial killer. He would eventually be given to Tokyo authorities for prosecution. Then, Loncar’s plan went south fast. The Serbian beauty had intended to torture Suyin Wong, rape the snot out of her and torture her some more. Eventually, Loncar intended to murder Wong, but not before learning many of her trade secrets (in murder and seduction). Loncar began her sessions with her new captive. Wong had been stripped, beaten, and tranquilized. Loncar donned a black leather dominatrix outfit and stepped into Wong’s cage. Suyin Wong, or cunt-face, as Loncar called her, slowly came to. The Serbian groped her, licked her and then shoved an electrified vibrator up Wong’s vagina. Wong could only think Not again!

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As Wong writhed and whimpered, Loncar laughed and marveled how easy (and fun) her new toy would be. Then, the CIA retards arrived. Loncar was whisked out of the cage and the nude China woman was taken. Humiliated, Loncar vowed she would catch up to Wong and continue her torture sessions. When Loncar found out that Wong was destined for a military prison in Fort Leavenworth, Kansas… well, she began to plot again. As luck would have it, one of Beba’s paramours was stationed in Abilene, Kansas… The man with the 12-inch dick himself: David Rodski. Rodski was under Loncar’s spell and would do anything for her. Believing she had the upper hand, Loncar had turned beet red when advised of Wong’s escape from a prison bus. All on board killed… after being seduced, of course. DNA evidence suggested Suyin Wong had sex with all 15 of her victims. The news would only get worse… a telegram arrived...

Chapter 3: Caleb Weatherall Two days after David Rodski’s capture of the wanted Chinese assassin and two days before Beba Loncar received an ominous telegram, Caleb Weatherall arrived at David Rodski’s compound. Caleb loved visiting David Rodski’s compound. The six-foot three hunk always gave him Chips Ahoy chocolate chip cookies and grape soda. Caleb delivered telegrams for WESTERN UNION and often brought David telegrams from some European named Beba Loncar. David told Caleb so many stories about Beba Loncar… the young 22-year-old WESTERN UNION employee was all ears. David was his hero. On this drizzly and raw Kansas day… though Caleb learned never to mention the word “Kansas” to Rodski; it was “Texas”… Caleb had another telegram from Geneva. The Rodski compound was huge and Caleb had to drive up a 300-meter driveway to reach the front door.

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The 22-room mansion on the outskirts of Abilene looked like an old European castle… Caleb loved using the huge door knockers. The door knockers sent a reverberating clang throughout the mansion; Caleb learned to wait up to 60 seconds before leaving if the door went unanswered. On this particular day, 60 seconds came and went… A disappointed Caleb Weatherall began backing away from the huge wooden doors. Then, the creaking doors opened. Caleb began drooling immediately: Suyin Wong, clad in black leather BDSM garments and a spiked dog collar was standing in the archway. Her slight smile was born of seduction. Caleb Weatherall started to groan… who was this? The WESTERN UNION clerk had never seen anything like this Chinese vixen. He often believed these women didn’t really exist, except in David Rodski’s stories. He was awestruck… David Rodski wasn’t fibbing; he really had women like this. “It’s cold out there,” cooed Suyin Wong, “wouldn’t you rather come in here where I can warm you up?” The China woman’s voice had no hint of an accent. Caleb was paralyzed. He immediately ejaculated in his khaki slacks. Noticing this, Wong continued: “Oooh, I know I’m responsible for that.” Her tone was overly apologetic, but Caleb didn’t have time to blush: a right arm clad in a triceps long tight leather glove reached around his neck and yanked him inside. “Now my love, take off those pants and your briefs, or are they boxers? Suyin Wong will wash them for you.” Caleb was a useless pile of Jell-O so, the Chinese vixen undid his zipper and gently slid his trousers and briefs to his ankles: “You’re going to have to help me out a little, big boy! Can you step out of these?” Caleb did as ordered. Wong, then, untied the laces on Caleb’s tennis shoes. The WESTERN UNION clerk was naked from the waist down. Suyin was on her knees tending to his ankles… She went in for the kill. She needed allies and Caleb Weatherall was a good place to start.

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Caleb’s scream surprised even him. It wasn’t of fear but of sexual ecstasy. Suyin Wong’s tongue was licking the spent man juices off of Caleb’s tallywhacker and upper thighs. “Oooooh, I’m sorry love, is my tongue cold?” Suyin was having fun… Caleb was growing into a man. “Suyin thinks you have more in there, let’s see!” Suyin went to work on Caleb, making him erect again. She was giving Caleb oral sex for the first time in his life… After 60 seconds, Caleb was done and Suyin had her lunch. Suyin caressed Caleb’s chest before she removed his shirt. Her tongue worked its way up Caleb’s torso until she found his mouth. The seductress, then, planted a French kiss onto her new conquest: “Now… who are you and why are you here?” Suyin’s tone was still seductive and Caleb knew he had to answer: “I have a telegram for David Rodski. Are you a friend of his?” Caleb knew the question was a stupid one. “Friend? I’m his pet… and now I’ve been naughty! You will have to spank me…” Caleb’s drool was now dripping down to Suyin’s breasts. “But first, let us take a look at this telegram!” Suyin moved away from Caleb very slowly (he was now swaying back and forth). Her leather clad hands shuffled through Caleb’s stained trousers and found the telegram in one of the front pockets… it was damp. She read it: TO: DAVID RODSKI, ABILENE STATION SUYIN WONG HAS ESCAPED STOP MURDERED 15 CIA AND ARMY PERSONNEL STOP LOCATION OF ESCAPE INTERSTATE 70 ABILENE STOP FIND HER AND KILL HER STOP DO NOT LET HER SEDUCE YOU STOP FROM: BEBA LONCAR, GENEVA

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“Do you have a girlfriend, Caleb?” Caleb could not remember… He did! After a few seconds of stammering, Caleb remembered: “Ah, yes!” “Is she pretty?” Suyin was unmerciful. Caleb was trying to remember not only what his girlfriend looked like but her name: “Ah! I guess so.” “I like pretty women. Can you call her? Maybe she can join us?” Suyin knew this probably wouldn’t happen… but one never knew. Caleb threw up. “Oh my… I’ve been bad again… Look what I made you do!” Suyin was going for the kill (figuratively). She guided Caleb over to a love seat and sat the naked clerk in the middle. She, then, laid across his lap: “Spank me and make it hard!” Her gentle voice gave way to a loud authoritative bark. Caleb lost control, complied and turned violent. He spanked away, maybe three dozen times. Suyin cried in pain… and loved it. With her buttocks bruised and swollen, Suyin Wong led Caleb Weatherall into an oversized shower in David Rodski’s master suite. What happened next, forever made a man out of Caleb Weatherall who would go on to delete the name of his girlfriend from his phone’s contact list. As the two smoked a couple of Camels that belonged to David Rodski, Suyin snapped Caleb back into some semblance of reality: “Does my man Caleb want to do his toy a favor?” Of course, he did. Suyin found a pencil and a pad of paper. She wrote out a response for the telegram Caleb had delivered and scribbled out another telegram for Caleb to be sent out… Caleb expected a response to be sent to Beba Loncar, but this second telegram mystified him. The WESTERN UNION delivery man looked at the Asian beauty and realized asking questions wasn’t a good idea.

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Chapter 4: The Dungeon David Rodski had been out of his house (… castle) all day. He needed to think. For hours the hulk INTERPOL agent looked at photographs in a file. From his desk at his Dickinson County Sheriff’s Office, the superstar agent stared intently at photographs of Inez Salvado* (Miss Guatemala), Natalya Konstantinov* (the former Miss Russia and Miss World), Inga Sundin* (Miss Sweden), Maryeve Valmont* (Miss France, believed dead), Etsuko Fukada* (Miss Japan), and many more… David Rodski almost shed a tear as these beauties were potential lays for him. Locked in the dungeon in his Texas castle (Kansas really), was the whore who saw the tortuous and gruesome demise of these beauties. No justice system in the civilized world was qualified to levy appropriate punishment on Suyin Wong. David Rodski knew what needed to be done. He looked at his watch… 4:52 pm. By 6:00 pm, Rodski was sure he would separate Wong’s head from her torso. As he left the county office building, a number of deputy sheriffs’ implored him to meet them at THE FRISKY BEAR later that evening. By 5:40 pm, David Rodski arrived home. Suyin Wong, clad in her BDSM outfit, was in her jail cell. The cell had been fitted with chains and bars. Rodski had secured Suyin so her arms were chained to an overhead steel bar and her leather hooker booted clad legs were chained to steel handles secured to the floor. The Chinese vixen’s dog collar had a loop which Rodski could secure a leash to if he wanted. Suyin heard Rodski enter the castle and figured it would take him five minutes to make his way down the narrow stone stairway.

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At 5:45 pm, Rodski scampered down the stone stairs and moved to the bars on Suyin Wong’s cell… The INTERPOL agent looked very confused; he pulled out his GLOCK handgun and aimed it at the vixen’s forehead: “Who the hell was here?” Rodski found his ashtrays filled with spent CAMELS and overflowed soap suds in his laundry room. He also found his bathroom a mess and traces of semen on and near his living room loveseat: “Answer now… bitch!” Suyin Wong smiled at his tormentor: “The WESTERN UNION guy, Caleb what’s-his-name!” Rodski looked horrified: “What did you do to him?” David Rodski had always looked to Caleb as a son he never had. The two would watch games together and David would impart manly wisdoms on the naïve boy… The superstar INTERPOL agent unlocked the cell door with a large skeleton key and entered. Suyin Wong was smiling. David Rodski was incensed. The hulking agent delivered a brutal roundhouse to Wong’s groin. As unpleasant as this was, Wong was used to this kind of abuse. No longer smiling, she decided to stay chained for a moment or two more: “I made him into a man… something you and your miniscule dick could never do!” “Miniscule dick! Hah! I guess if you have the Grand Canyon set in your groin, even a 747 would look small.” Rodski was proud of his insult… He got that one watching the wrestling matches on pay-per-view. Wong didn’t understand the insult… no matter, it was time! Rodski’s face contorted. A look of worry and horror overcame it: with a couple of double-jointed moves and a bobby pin, the chains fell away from Suyin’s arms and legs. “You gave him cookies, I gave him wild sex… I gave him a new attitude…” Rodski knew exactly what Wong was capable of. Now, she was unbound standing a foot away from him: “Come on! Plant that 747 in my canyon or I’ll gut you right here!”

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Rodski couldn’t help it, he was seduced. He ripped his own clothes off, then, Wong’s leather intimates… She liked it rough. Rodski gave it to her. His 12-inch 747 penetrated and kept climbing. Wong screamed in pain; she clawed at Rodski’s chest. Two whole minutes went by… Rodski’s 747 was still climbing. An exhausted Wong was causing as much turbulence as she could… Rodski was loving it. Both hit the flight ceiling simultaneously. Rodski pummeled Wong’s face while she wailed… Each punch was named by Rodski: “Etsuko … Inez… Maryeve… Natalya… Inga!” Her face swelled and her groin throbbed but Suyin Wong knew David Rodski was now hers. It was 6:57 pm and the cunt’s head was still attached to its torso; Rodski couldn’t believe he didn’t kill her. On the floor of the dungeon, the INTERPOL agent reached for his pants and pulled out a pack of CAMELS. He put two into his mouth, lit them with a cheap BIC butane lighter, removed one and put it on Suyin’s lips. Rodski spoke first… they were both out of breath. “Did he have a telegram for me?” “Who?” asked Suyin naively. “Caleb!!! You know, the WESTERN UNION guy who’s dick you sucked!” Rodski was a true poet. “Oh!…Yeah…” Now, Wong was smiling. She reached for her leather bra, found the telegram and handed it to Rodski: "I guess you’ll kill me now… Go ahead, but make it really erotic!” Rodski read the telegram: “Why is it damp? Did I make you sweat that much?” Rodski was fishing for a compliment. “Oh! You should wash your hands… that’s his cum that soaked through it!” Wong was trying to be helpful. “Shit!,” Rodski threw down the telegram, “Gross!” “Gross! What a pussy you are!… I ate it! Maybe too salty but high in protein.” Wong was sincere.

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Rodski wasn’t going to kill Suyin and Suyin knew it. For the first time in his life David Rodski was in love. Suyin knew that, too. “I should send Beba a telegram… somehow I have to smooth this out.” Rodski knew there was no smoothing anything out with the Serbian psycho. “Ah… well… I sorta already sent the response.” Suyin knew this was not what Rodski wanted to hear. Rodski never asked what Suyin’s response was; it didn’t matter. Knowing Beba Loncar, Rodski was certain of what was next: receiving a telegram from Suyin, Beba would set her sights on killing him and capturing the Chinese vixen for torture... and a slow death. Rodski, still sweating and bruised, looked at the sweaty Chinese vixen: “One more time?” Suyin smiled: “Why… are you too weak to do it two more times?” The duo went at it again and again, until the early hours of the morning. David Rodski knew he was as good as dead, but he would do everything he could to save Suyin, the woman he loved.

Chapter 5: Shawna Falls Times were growing increasingly difficult for waitresses at THE FRISKY BEAR. The alluring servers clad in tight tops that revealed exaggerated cleavage, tartan mini-skirts, black fishnets, and red stiletto- heels, were the sexiest women in Abilene. The tips were generous and if a waitress desired, she had her pick of off-duty sexual partners. Shawna had worked for THE FRISKY BEAR ever since she dropped out of Fort Hays State University as a psychology major. After two years of psychology, Shawna diagnosed herself as a nymphomaniac. Feeding her instincts, the five-foot three blonde with short hair applied for a position at Abilene’s top lounge. Hired on the spot, Shawna was thrilled. On her first night, she took in $450.00 in tips.

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The pert blonde beauty loved her job and dressing in the provided costume. She especially loved being taken out of the costume later in a hotel room by any male customer she desired. These sexual encounters earned her an additional $1000.00 per night. She was that good. Having her buttocks slapped, groped, or pinched always gave her satisfaction and she was thrilled that her posterior drew as much attention as her cleavage. Over the past two weeks the waitresses were thrown into a horror story. First, Gwen, a five-foot nine brunette waitress was found on the banks of the Kansas River. Her body was nude and her breasts had been chewed up. Gwen’s corpse had been strangled with her own fishnets from her costume. Bruises and internal injuries suggested she was viciously raped. Gwen had been the January Bear on the establishment’s calendar and the sheriff’s department had no clues as to the identity of the killer. Shawna later heard from a friend at the sheriff’s office that an autopsy revealed Gwen had been tied up, then tortured with electricity and a lighter for hours before death. Three days ago, The FRISKY BEAR’s only Asian waitress, Mai, was found a few miles downriver from where Gwen was found. Same deal. Mai had been tortured for several hours, viciously raped, and strangled with her own fishnets. Again, her breasts had been chewed and the coroner reported the biter was human. Both Gwen and Mai were good friends of Shawna and on occasion would team up for orgies. Shawna valued her life; after Mai was found, she stopped hooking up with men after work. The absence of the extra $1000.00 per night was steep and Shawna’s inflated spending habits had to be curtailed. The blonde, perky beauty kept telling herself that the police would catch this fiend soon. Not wanting to sell her brand-new LAND ROVER, Shawna racked her brain for other ways to take in income. She licked her lips some more… shoved her tips in her cleavage… sat in laps while taking orders… still, she needed more.

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Then, she walked in… The ‘European babe’, a tall sophisticated beauty with wavy light brown hair and skin tight leather pants, sat at one of Shawna’s tables and eyed the waitress up and down while licking her lips. Shawna had to admit that this woman got her juices flowing. In an eastern European accent, the sophisticated babe ordered an import… in a bottle. Shawna brought her a HEINEKEN. The babe took it from Shawna before she could lay it on the table and proceeded to lick the rim of the bottle while eyeing Shawna. Shawna was disgusted yet aroused. She spoke: “Can I get you anything else?” The Euro-babe laid ten Ben Franklins on the table. Though she wasn’t a math major, Shawna recognized $1000.00 when she saw it. Still, lesbian sex was not her thing and while licking her own lips, the blonde waitress slowly shook her head. The Euro-babe, then, laid out another thousand. Shawna thought of her LAND ROVER: “I get off at two… I’ll meet you outside the front door.” Breaking protocol, Shawna told no one of her upcoming tryst. She was ashamed that she would be having wild lesbian sex and also knew she would never hear the end of it from her surviving colleagues. Besides, the police were looking for a man thus, she was in no danger of being murdered. The designated time came and Shawna draped a black leather overcoat over her FRISKY BEAR uniform… Her clients appreciated exploring the tight get up, its undergarments and fishnets. No one saw her get into the European’s rental car: “I’ve never done this before, I’m really nervous.” This was the truth. The beauty in the driver’s seat was obviously quite wealthy and by the looks of her… quite deviant. During the ten-minute drive to the EISENHOWER INN, the European kept patting and groping Shawna’s left thigh. As they drew nearer the inn, her hand made its way to within an inch of Shawna’s vagina. The blonde beauty began to whimper… she was surprised that she was getting moist and desired the European to get rough with her. The Euro-babe pulled into a parking space in front of Room 123. Both ladies undid their seatbelts.

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The mysterious foreigner leaned over and began fondling Shawna’s breasts. Shawna grabbed her partner’s right hand. She moved it toward her groin. The European pulled it away and, in a thick accent, scolded the perky blonde: “Not until you sweat.” That response got a loud moan out of Shawna. The two beauties quickly made their way into the simple hotel room and embraced each other just inside the door. Shawna’s tongue went to work on the European’s face. The sophisticated babe slid off Shawna’s leather coat… Shawna was being aroused too fast. She was very frightened that she might reach orgasm before the European finished undressing her. Suddenly, everything went white. The stun gun had caused Shawna to urinate down both her legs. The blonde couldn’t move and, a few seconds after regaining consciousness, realized that she was on a king-sized motel bed with all four of her limbs tied and secured to each corner. Totally nude, Shawna was cold. The European had the AC turned to maximum: “You wet your panties… naughty!” The European was taunting her. Shawna, now, fixated on the naked Beba Loncar who had crawled on the bed with her. Loncar was annoyed that her prey couldn’t hold her water. She shoved Shawna’s wet lacy black panties into her mouth: “Here, chew on these for a while!” The European psycho didn’t want to hear Shawna beg; she secured the panties in her mouth with a generous strip of gray duct tape. She, then, went to work with her fingers and tongue. She had fun with her doomed toy. Shawna was horrified and aroused again. Beba Loncar looked at the end table. There was a digital clock that read 3:53 am and a telegram… After licking and fondling Shawna’s breast some more, Loncar grabbed the telegram. She had read it a dozen times. It had brought her to Kansas from Geneva.

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It was short and read: TO: BEBA LONCAR, GENEVA HI BEBA STOP DAVID RODSKI BELONGS TO ME NOW STOP I WILL SATISFY HIM FIVE TIMES A DAY STOP SAY YOUR PRAYERS STOP I WILL FIND YOU AND KILL YOU STOP FROM: SUYIN WONG, ABILENE After reading it again, Loncar withdrew her right hand from Shawna’s breasts. Her left hand put the telegram back on the end table and, with both fists, she pummeled the waitress unmercifully. She, then, picked up the electric cattle prod and violently shoved it in and out of Shawna’s vagina dozens of times. Shawna couldn’t open her mouth but whimpering sounds emanated from her face as tears soaked the pillow her head was rested on. With a hammer, the European psycho banged the prod deeper into Shawna… a few inches deeper than nature would allow it to go. Shawna’s groin was now spurting blood. The European grabbed the waitress’ fishnets, which were lying beside her, and gently guided them around the neck of the miserable and leaking blonde. The blood loss would eventually kill Shawna, but Loncar would beat that to the punch by strangling the life out of her first. As the last vestiges of life escaped from Shawna, Beba Loncar took bites out of each of her cold lifeless breasts. Now lifeless, Shawna’s corpse looked pathetic. Loncar wrapped it in a huge plastic tarp she had laid over the bed and dragged it to the trunk of her rental car. Shawna would be found 36 hours later on the banks of the Kansas River, not too far from where the Serbian psycho dumped Gwen.

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72 hours after that, a “Help Wanted” sign went up at THE FRISKY BEAR. An hour after that, a mysterious woman took the sign off the front door and carried it inside.

Chapter 6: Deputy Bobbi Bobbi Sue Langdon… Deputy Sheriff Bobbi Sue Langdon, to be more specific. The former cheerleader for the Dallas Cowboys had always wanted to be a cop. In role playing deviant sex, Bobbi played every time the part of a cop even when she was cheering for the Cowboys. The Dickinson County Sheriff’s Office was thrilled to have her. Deputy Bobbi was hard working and developed informants like a seasoned veteran. Of course, her interest in deviant sex helped her develop informant; as did her handgun and shotgun. The beauty with a gun was assigned the biggest case ever to hit Dickinson County. Some serial killer was going through Abilene beauties like crap through a goose. All the victims were waitresses at THE FRISKY BEAR. Since all the waitresses at THE FRISKY BEAR were her informants… (well… all the victims were her informants, as well…) there were two logical suspects: those being the only two people in Abilene who had a history of wild sexual relations with all THE FRISKY BEAR waitresses. Those two were… her and David Rodski. This fact made this homicide investigation a very sensitive matter. Deputy Bobbi knew she wasn’t the killer and figured David Rodski wasn’t either. David Rodski was very potent and the killer whoever he was, had no semen. Having drank gallons of Rodski’s man juices over the past couple of years, Deputy Bobbi knew quite well that the superstar agent had a lot of semen. Still, Rodski had a 12-inch dick and whatever penetrated the waitresses was massive and powerful. Deputy Bobbi used the Dickinson County credit card to book a room at the EISENHOWER INN; her usual Room 111. Every month she did this.

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One by one, each FRISKY BEAR waitress would pay her a visit and brief her on newcomers in Abilene and any criminal activity that they may have heard about. Room 111 also had another purpose. The waitresses were earning thousands of dollars per week by selling sexual favors to their customers. Deputy Bobbi had hidden video cameras in many of the rooms at The EISENHOWER INN. If the waitresses wanted to continue earning money for sex, they would have to satisfy Deputy Bobbi once a month. Deputy Bobbi was a wild dominatrix with a gun. She enjoyed handcuffing the waitresses to the bed while ravishing them. The waitresses hated Deputy Bobbi, but she was the cost of doing business in Abilene. At 2 pm Deputy Bobbi entered Room 111… In a few minutes, a new hire at THE FRISKY BEAR would arrive... The new girl was French and Deputy Bobbi intended to lay down the law to her. The French woman would have to agree to Deputy Bobbi’s demands if she intended to succeed in Abilene. She would also have to agree to be handcuffed, stripped, whipped slightly and humiliated by the dominatrix deputy. Actually, the French vixen wouldn’t have to agree to that; Deputy Bobbi would do it to her anyway… stun guns were very handy when FRISKY BEAR waitresses tried to show sass. Deputy Bobbi moved over to the king-sized bed and sat at the end of it. She thought about stripping her uniform off and waiting for the French broad clad in her lacy black undergarments… or perhaps slipping into her latex dominatrix suit… Nah! She would let the French slut undress her after slapping her a few times… Deputy Bobbi put her stun gun, handcuffs and GLOCK 23 handgun on the end table, beside the bed. KNOCK… KNOCK, the Frenchy had arrived.

Chapter 7: Maryeve Valmont Maryeve Valmont, Miss France, believed dead.

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Maryeve Valmont* was officially missing and presumed dead. The INTERPOL report advised that while participating in an orgy with five other Miss World contestants in Nassau, Maryeve Valmont was abducted by a Chinese assassin and probably murdered. Miss Sweden, Miss Malta, Miss Canada, Miss South Korea, and Miss Uruguay were also orgy participants and also believed murdered by Suyin Wong. The thought-to-be-dead Maryeve Valmont pulled up to the EISENHOWER INN in her rent-a-car and parked next to the Dickinson County Sheriff’s Office cruiser in front of Room 111. She suspected what was coming and was ready for it. After the raid and gunfight on the Icelandic Dawn, Maryeve Valmont had quickly become a seasoned killer. She and her machine gun had neutralized four of the raiders. Miss Malta had killed five before she was cut in half by a string of machine-gun fire. The raiders, or what was left of them, absconded with Maryeve’s new friend… Suyin Wong. Her abduction was a mystery as was the presence of some Korean monster. Whoever this Korean was, the raiders took him away too. Knowing Suyin Wong, Maryeve figured she would survive, escape her captors and contact her. In the weeks after the abduction of Suyin Wong, Maryeve and the captain of the freighter Nils Nilsson became close. Maryeve had just learned a sexual technique from Miss Canada called the Ottawa O-Ring. Once Maryeve used it on Nils, he was hers. The burly and tattooed sea captain who had led a man’s life also showed Maryeve some brutal but tender sex. The two became quite devoted to one another. Then, the telegram arrived… a radio telegram, that is… The Icelandic Dawn was headed toward a remote island south of New Zealand, when WESTERN UNION called and delivered this telegram to Maryeve.

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THE XTREM COLLECTION TO: MARYEVE VALMONT, ATLANTIC OCEAN I AM IN ABILENE KANSAS STOP I AM THE PRISONER OF AN INTERPOL AGENT WITH A 12INCH DICK STOP COME GET ME BUT NO RUSH STOP BRING SOME LUBRICANT STOP FROM: SUYIN WONG, ABILENE Maryeve Valmont wasn’t born yesterday and was sure whoever Suyin escaped from, she wanted her back. Her arrival into Abilene would have to be covert. Thanks to some seedy friends of Nils, Maryeve was fixed with phony papers and credit cards. Ready to be abused and humiliated, Geneviève Lafleur (aka Maryeve Valmont) knocked twice on the door to Room 111.

[The remainder of Chapter 7 and the entirety of Chapter 8 have been censored by The European Union Council of Standards and Decency, Brussels, Belgium pursuant to the United Nations Treaty Against the Exploitation of Women and Human Trafficking]

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Chapter 9: Interrogation and Sexual Intercourse Deputy Bobbi was throbbing below the waist. The sweaty and bruised deputy used both her arms to pull herself across David Rodski’s bedroom toward the master bathroom. Violent sexual intercourse with a man with a 12-inch dick had its satisfactions… and drawbacks. The pain and throbbing were the drawbacks. Behind her, on the king-sized waterbed, David Rodski lay on his back, sweaty and nude. He suppressed a giggle that would have really annoyed the sweaty deputy. Rodski wasn’t an insensitive brute. When he found out Deputy Bobbi was coming by, he prepared. Filling his soaking tub with ice cubes was something he knew Bobbi would need. Her legs useless, it took all the strength Deputy Bobbi had to make it over to the tub and pull herself in. “OHHHHHHH MY!” groaned Bobbi as the frigid ice water began working on her fresh bruises and extreme throbbing. “You okay in there?” The satisfaction in Rodski’s voice mocked the deputy. She didn’t answer but the groaning told the story. After a few deep breaths, Deputy Bobbi gained enough strength back to speak: “Don’t go anywhere! We need to chat.” Rodski knew this conversation was coming. He and Deputy Bobbi had a relationship, sure a deviant sexual relationship, but also a sensitive professional relationship. Both would tell each other information and each one would leave trying to figure out what wasn’t said. The ice water felt good and Bobbi figured after a half hour she would be able to move her legs again. In fairness to Bobbi, David wasn’t unscathed. Long scratches down his back would need some iodine. Bobbi would help him with that after her ice bath. Bite marks were still evident on his abdomen, on his neck, and his nose was bloodied. Both loved their sex rough… really rough. Finished with his CAMEL, David Rodski prepped an EL PRODUCTO and walked into the bathroom.

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Bobbi fixated on his groin. She couldn’t fathom that his entire dick fit into her… Here it was: “You know you’re a suspect?” Rodski played it cool. He knew Bobbi didn’t believe he committed any murders: “Little ole me?” Rodski showed no concern. That frustrated Bobbi: “Whoever killed those cocktail waitresses had a massive dick!” This was all she had. “Not my style. Besides, I’ve had all those waitresses, if I wanted to kill them… Well… But anyway, go ahead, arrest me!” Rodski was toying with the former Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader. “Maybe I will!” Bobbi still hoped she could draw a concerned reaction from the INTERPOL agent. Still… there must have been a gallon of Rodski’s secreted semen in her vagina as proven now: “You wouldn’t, by any chance, have a guess as to who did kill those girls… that is, if it wasn’t you?” David Rodski lied: “Nope!” Bobbi knew he was lying: “Okay, David!… here it is: there’s a new girl in town and she’s going to be the next victim. Don’t ask me how I know! She’s unbelievable and I’ve already fucked her brains out. Stay away from her!… She is bait.” “What’s her name?” David was intrigued. He desired a threesome… no, a foursome with Bobbi, Suyin, and the new girl! “Geneviève. She’s French, from Quebec, barely speaks English… Oh by the way, don’t follow her home from work! She moved in with me.” Bobbi knew this would arouse David and his 12-inch dick confirmed that. David’s massive frame stepped over to the bathtub, scooped Bobbi out of it and returned her to the bed. The superstar agent gave Bobbi the best back massage she had ever had… After a few more minutes, the two went at it again. This time the screams were louder and the slaps were harder.

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As both sweaty and bruised torsos fired at each other with vicious pelvic thrusts, Suyin Wong watched: behind a gigantic two-way mirror on the wall beside the waterbed, sat the Chinese assassin. Dressed in one of the BDSM leather suits which Rodski provided, she massaged her own groin wishing she could get in on the action. Ordered only to watch and not to enter the bedroom, Suyin was ready. Obedience wasn’t one of the vixen’s best traits… neither was patience. Suyin Wong picked up her whip before she strode out of the control room. Her black leather hooker boots and their six-inch heels carried her to the door of the master bedroom. Bobbi’s reverberating screams came through the locked door. Suyin had no respect for locked doors and within five seconds had the door opened. Bobbi’s screams abruptly ended; Suyin Wong climbed on the waterbed. “Hey! Get out of here! Your boots are going to puncture the mattress.” David was incensed. Bobbi was unconscious from exhaustion. What David had done to Bobbi, Suyin had done to many a man. “She’ll be out for at least an hour,” told Wong to her ‘master’ before grabbing his 12-inch dick and massaging. “We have an hour stud, fuck me on top of the cop… NOW!!!” Rodski did as he was commanded. When he finished, Suyin Wong turned her attention to the wet, naked body of the unconscious deputy. She licked the sweat off her salty torso and fondled her slippery breasts before turning Bobbi over onto her front. Carefully backing off the bed, Suyin grabbed her whip and, in a playful manner, took it to Bobbi’s buttocks. Now, David was groaning uncontrollably. Aroused by Suyin’s kinky beating of Deputy Bobbi’s swollen ass, he remarked in a high-pitched groan: “There’s a French girl in town… that’s Beba Loncar… she’s here.” Rodski believed Suyin had never left Texas and figured she didn’t know the difference between a Serbian and a French accent.

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Suyin Wong looked at Rodski as if he was stupid: “The French girl is here to help me. Loncar is here too, but the French girl is mine… I called her here.” Rodski was shocked: “You called her here! Don’t you realize you are my prisoner! I don’t allow you to use the phone.” “I’ll use the phone anytime I want… besides, I didn’t call her on the phone. I sent a telegram. By the way, let’s call Caleb what’s-his-name to come join us.” Suyin wasn’t joking. “NO!!!!! And get out of here before she wakes up!!!!” David was adamant about these two points. Suyin wasn’t into following orders; she jumped back onto the bed and began licking Bobbi’s buttocks. This lured Rodski who had quickly returned to the waterbed. As he tried to pry Suyin off the deputy, the Chinese assassin’s mouth and tongue found his softening 12-inch dick… Again, the Chinese assassin and the superstar INTERPOL agent made deviant love on top of Dickinson County’s finest.

Chapter 10: Beba Loncar… Serial Killer The plan was brilliant! Beba Loncar never ceased to amaze herself. She had done this before, in Belgrade. By the time Beba raped and dissected Suyin Wong, the police would be searching for a male serial killer who hates women. In America, any college student or divorced man would be suspect. The original plan, here in Kansas, was to infiltrate THE FRISKY BEAR… and then penetrate a couple of the waitresses. She picked two, Mai and Gwen. The two were stunning. Beba wanted to make sure any gal who approached herself on the beauty scale was rubbed out with extreme prejudice. Mai and Gwen had the look; they needed to be annihilated. Then, the original plan had her advancing on Suyin Wong. Capturing her and slowly taking her apart would be easy.

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Beba looked at herself in the mirror hanging in Room 123. She was the fairest of them all. Raping and murdering Shawna was gratuitous, but Beba enjoyed it so much. She had surveilled Shawna for a couple of days before approaching her in THE FRISKY BEAR. On one day, Shawna left her apartment wearing incredibly tight leather pants. Beba almost charged out of rental car to attack her then. Self-control prevailed and Beba made a deal with herself… She could rape and murder Shawna if she waited and did it right. Her Jim Mitchell Leadership and Communication Training kicked in: everyone was a winner! Beba got to take apart Shawna and Shawna got to live an extra day. Beba was a woman of the world. The amateurs at THE FRISKY BEAR were women of Kansas. Cosmetology drop-outs, most of them. If they were so vain as to approach Beba Loncar on the beauty and sexiness scale… well… they would have to die. Suyin would die soon, but some darling from Quebec just joined the wait staff at THE FRISKY BEAR. Geneviève Lafleur! The skank was stunning and Beba drooled whenever she saw her. The thought of Geneviève lying next to the Kansas River, cut in half so her intestines leaked out, made Beba moist. Okay… a fourth killing would really seal it; the authorities would absolutely be looking for a brutish man with girlfriend issues. There was a problem, though… not a problem that Beba Loncar couldn’t get around: a sultry deputy was keeping a close eye on Geneviève. The two were shacking up together. The Serbian had a decision to make. What to do with Deputy Bobbi? Then, there was David Rodski and his 12-inch dick. He would have to die. So many to kill… so little time, thought Beba Loncar. “Ha!” Loncar laughed at this. She could take all the time she wanted; her INTERPOL superiors were scared to death of her. She needed to finalize some semblance of a plan. Either way, there would be a lot of deviant sex and it would be bloody. No Asian would emerge with any of her internal organs and the 12-inch dick would be mounted somewhere. As for Geneviève and Deputy Bobbi…?

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Chapter 11: Nils Nilsson “…farewell and adieu to you fair Spanish ladies…”

The old salty sea captain was quite the crooner. In every port his tenor voice seduced the most beautiful ladies of those particular lands. He continued the familiar ballad…

“…farewell and adieu you ladies of Spain…”

Michelle, a redheaded beauty, now senior waitress at THE FRISKY BEAR, sat on Nils’ left leg… Tania, a slender waitress with light brown hair and a stud in her tongue, sat on Nils’ right leg. As Nils’ belted out his song, both waitresses stuck their tongues in the sea captain’s ears and worked it. Nils had led a man’s life; the oral sex on his ears was hardly a distraction… To enhance the experience, Michelle and Tania caressed his hairy chest by each slipping a hand up his shirt.

“…for we received orders for the sail back to Boston…”

This was the third night in a row that Nils had frequented THE FRISKY BEAR in Abilene and had become quite a favorite. Dozens of drunk men were singing along and hoisting their beer mugs in beat.

“…and so never more shall we see you again…”

The sad end to the song had Michelle and Tania in tears. “Never fear ladies, not time for Nils to say good-bye.” This reassured the duo nesting on Nils’ lap: now, Michelle and Tania were giggling. Three times their age, Nils Nilsson had bedded 10,000 of the most beautiful women in the world over the past 45 years… He moved his hands down from the waitresses’ hips to their groins while they were moving their tongues from his ears toward his mouth. The men in the bar were awestruck.

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Michelle and Tania were soon moaning in ecstasy and four more FRISKY BEAR waitresses formed a line like little children would to see Santa Claus. Irv Grundelmann, the 36-year-old manager of THE FRISKY BEAR, loved having Nils as a regular. He came out of the kitchen just as Nils finished his song and loudly proclaimed: “Free wings all night for our own sea captain!!!” The patrons all cheered. “Honey Barbeque Irv-the Swerve!!! I like ‘em sweet… just like my ladies… Mwahahaha!” Michelle and Tania were now in raptures at this latest revelation. One waitress wasn’t paying any attention to this show… Maryeve Valmont, aka Geneviève Lafleur, was busy… She was collecting a lot of tips and looking for a certain patron. Her and Nils sensed they had to be careful. Both knew a dangerous trap had been set. Snatching Suyin Wong wasn’t going to be as easy as marching up to the castle at the edge of town and banging on those big door knockers. Nothing was that easy (except maybe for Michelle and Tania). “I like my ladies sweet, too.” Beba Loncar had snuck in and sat at one of Geneviève’s table. Geneviève, aka Maryeve Valmont, aka Miss France, turned around and, without surprise, saw the Serbian beauty. Beba Loncar in her tight leather cocktail dress was quite the seductress. The thought-to-be-dead Miss World contestant made eye contact with the Serbian serial killer/INTERPOL Chief at the Geneva Station. She licked her lips and, with an over-seductive smile, asked in a heavy French accent: “What can I do for you?” Beba Loncar was excited with this question posed to her. She didn’t know if it was accidental or an intentional invite to wild lesbian sex. “I’ll take a long neck… Make it frosty so I can warm it up!” Beba Loncar made a kissing gesture with her lips at the end of her order. Maryeve Valmont had her woman. The woman at this table was the trap.

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Getting rid of Beba Loncar meant she had a clear path to rescue Suyin Wong before the CIA and U.S. Army Rangers converged. “Coming right up! Then, maybe I can warm you up for dessert?” Beba was ecstatic… her new prey was going to be fun. THE FRISKY BEAR waitress was new, but after raping, torturing and disemboweling her, the Chinese assassin would definitely be next… Beba gave Maryeve a look of love. Maryeve responded by taking her thumb, moving it up to her cleavage and pulling it down on her tight T-shirt so more cleavage showed. 90 seconds later, Maryeve Valmont brought back an icy bottle of HEINEKEN. As she handed it to the Serbian psycho, Beba reached for it and made sure that her own fingers caressed Maryeve’s fingers when the pass was made. Maryeve moaned softly at their first touch… though unbeknownst to Beba, it was an act. Beba stared at Maryeve’s chest while licking the top of the HEINEKEN bottle. Ever the seductress and a student of Suyin Wong, Maryeve looked into Beba’s eyes, touched her cleavage again and added: “If you finish it like a good girl, I’ll give you a special treat.” Beba had to admit, this French vixen was good… maybe the best she ever saw. She would definitely have to rape the snot out of her and soon. The Serbian beauty tilted her elbow, emptying much of the import into her mouth, when a horrific realization hit her: “Oh shit!” Maryeve looked at Beba and smiled: “Hé oui!” Beba had been seduced and outsmarted by the French vixen. The Serbian was smart enough to know never to drink out of a container that you didn’t watch being opened. Miss France gave the HEINEKEN to Beba with the cap already off… She brought another chair to Beba’s table and moved it close to her prey.

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With her lips just an inch from Beba’s left ear, Maryeve softly laid down reality in a heavy but seductive French accent: “Paralysis is setting in and your vocal cords are swelling. You won’t be able to talk and your motor skills will not work for some time. You will probably lose control of your bowels…” Maryeve sniffed: “Ah! You just lost your urine… Messy messy!” Loncar was wide-eyed and helpless. A streak of urine leaked out between her thighs down her left leg. Maryeve looked across the room and caught the stare of Nils Nilsson. With a wink and a slight nod, she beckoned the old salty sea captain over to the table. Nils arrived, pulled up a chair on the other side of Beba and put his hand on her right thigh. “Careful Captain, she wet herself,” Maryeve wanted to be helpful. “Aw, thanks my lady,” said Nils to Miss France. He, then, pointed to his own groin and hurled to Loncar: “And you my love, after you lose conscious, I’ll introduce you to my first mate. MWAHAHAHAH!” Beba Loncar did the best she could to remain conscious but she was facing a losing battle. After seven more minutes, she was out cold. Not to arouse suspicion, Nils embraced Loncar. He planted a big French kiss on the Serbian which drew a raucous applause from the patrons. To all the patrons Nils yelled: “This is the one mates, my trophy for tonight!” The bar patrons cheered louder. Nils picked up the unconscious Serbian and hoisted her over his shoulder. As he walked to the door, he made sure to slap her buttocks through the tight leather cocktail dress with such force that the clapping sound resonated throughout THE FRISKY BEAR: “Tomorrow blokes, I’ll be back for another trophy!” The whole establishment was on their feet celebrating the most recent Captain Nilsson conquest.

Chapter 12: Miss France… Alive! David Rodski had to clear his head out.

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Sexual relations with the Chinese assassin was making him a new man. The five-time a day ritual had kept him from connecting with his old friends. Suyin encouraged him to socialize like he used to before their hook-up. Rodski wasn’t stupid, he understood the assassin needed him out of the castle at times… but why? She was up to something. “May I take your order sir?… Something to drink?… Cheesy fries?” David Rodski was snapped back to the present as the waitress from THE FRISKY BEAR approached his table. She was stunning… classy… sensual… friendly… and… no, it couldn’t be… “Miss France!!! Maryeve Valmont!!!” Maryeve gave David Rodski a seductive smile and looked very pleased: “Oh yes! I know all about you… Can I see your dick? I hear it’s 12-inches.” Maryeve was sincere and expected David Rodski to stroll in one of these nights. Rodski was flabbergasted. He had a deep crush on Miss France ever since her photograph came over the wires: “But… But… she murdered you! The Chink assassin… she murdered you, didn’t she?” Maryeve was happy to see David Rodski. She was sure Suyin wouldn’t mind if she explored his groin. Still staring at Rodski’s private parts, she addressed his question: “No… Suyin Wong is my dearest friend and I know she wouldn’t mind if I gave you oral sex. I get off at 2!” Rodski was full of questions: “She didn’t kill you!” This pleased the INTERPOL agent. He had felt awkward hooking up with an assassin that killed the most beautiful women in the world. “Then, she didn’t kill Inez Salvado, the Guatemalan chick?” Maryeve was pleased she was getting along so well with the man with the 12-inch dick: “No, she didn’t kill Inez… So, if I massage your dick real nice do you think we could get a 13th inch out of it?” Maryeve was sincere in her query.

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Not hearing the second part of her sentence Rodski continued: “Then, she didn’t kill Miss Sweden or the Russian, Natalya what’s-her-name?” The superstar agent was ecstatic; Suyin wasn’t the killer of the beautiful as he originally thought. Maryeve was licking her lips profusely. Keeping her eyes on Rodski’s groin, she was only half paying attention to the human tripod: “Nah, she didn’t kill… Wait!… Yes, yes! She did kill the Swede and the Russian. She may have even eaten the Russian. It’s a complicated story… I’ll let you slip all twelve and maybe 13 inches into me. I may even be able to arrange for a threesome… Do you like blondes in uniform?” Maryeve was trying to entice Rodski. “She ate the Russian!” Rodski was horrified… was Suyin a cannibal? Maryeve had stopped listening to Rodski’s questions: “So how about it, I’ll text a deputy I know. We’ll have so much fun the three of us.” Rodski was shocked at what he had learned over the past few minutes, but he was also a man: “Do it! I’m game!” As far as Rodski was concerned, Maryeve was worth it, even if he had to share her with the former Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader… what was her name?… Oh yes, Bobbi! Rodski never placed an order, but Maryeve brought him some cheesy fries, teriyaki wings, and an OLD MILWAUKEE on draft. Rodski wondered if there was any way to get Suyin in on the orgy that he was rapidly headed into.

Chapter 13: Corinne Willoughby Caleb wasn’t disappointed, not in the least. A text summoned him to David Rodski’s castle. A telegram needed to be sent. Usually Caleb went off work at 5 pm, but for David Rodski… well midnight was never too late, especially if he had the chance of seeing the Chinese BDSM princess.

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When he clanged the huge door knockers, he waited for a record three minutes. Then, she appeared, the leather clad Suyin Wong opened the door: “Caleb, darling! I knew you would come.” Suyin’s voice was… oh… so seductive. “Come in! We have much to catch up on.” Suyin wasn’t lying. Sporting a dog collar, she attached a leash to the loop and gave the end of the leash to Caleb: “Bring me to the loveseat, big boy!” Caleb was already drooling but his erection hadn’t given up any semen yet. He led Suyin Wong over to the loveseat, the same one he spanked her on during their last meeting. Still holding the leash in his right hand, Suyin made him pull hard to lead her over to the spanking place. As they sat, Caleb kept hold of the leash in his right hand. Suyin took his left hand and placed it very high on her left thigh. “Does Caleb want to do me a favor?” Suyin needed Caleb to do something slightly illegal and dishonest. Caleb nodded and drooled. “Your pet needs to do something kind of naughty. Will Caleb help me?” Again, the WESTERN UNION clerk nodded. “I need to send a telegram; will you take it and send it for me?” Caleb was relieved. That was no big deal. That was what he did every day: “Well sure, Suyin! I mean, you, Evil Minx… I’d be happy to.” Evil Minx was a pet name Suyin implored Caleb to call her. “Well, that is soooo nice of you big boy!” She stared at his groin as she uttered this sentence: “This one isn’t entirely honest, but I need it done. If you don’t, Suyin could be hurt very badly.” He thought about asking more questions before agreeing but knew that it would be a futile exercise and kept nodding. This pleased Suyin. She slid his left hand into her groin under her leather panties: “Here! Rub it hard! Then we’ll get down to business. Suyin has a special surprise for you… Do you want a surprise, Caleb?” Suyin was sincere. She indeed did have a surprise for Caleb… the surprise of his life, in fact.

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Caleb rubbed hard and Suyin moaned hard. After three minutes Suyin told him to take out his pencil and pad. She, then, dictated a telegram. Caleb looked worried: “But Miss Suyin… I mean, Evil Minx… I can’t send that.” Caleb realized he shouldn’t have said that; ultimately, he knew he would send it anyway. “Oh, Caleb!...” Suyin was a great actress and began to cry: “Oh Caleb, I don’t want to die!” Suyin was a regular Veronica Lake as far as seduction and drama went… at least when she chose to turn it on. “Oh, Caleb, bad men are coming for me and if you don’t send that telegram, they will take me away and do all sorts of bad things to me.” She cried more. “Oh, no, Suyin! I mean, Evil Minx… Don’t cry! I’ll send it.” Now, Caleb had tears in his eyes. He was filled with questions but Evil Minx wasn’t the type of gal one asked many questions to. Suyin was overjoyed, though not surprised. Manipulating Caleb was easy. The Asian wasn’t merely a selfish vixen /cannibal /assassin /dominatrix /submissive /beauty… she really did have a surprise for Caleb. She leaned over, stuck her tongue into Caleb’s mouth and massaged his testicles. She was brief on his sexual organs because she needed Caleb to keep his man juices for just a little while longer. “Now, will you excuse me for just a moment? I have something for you, big boy.” Caleb nodded and began drooling again. Suyin was relieved Caleb had agreed to send the telegram, she did not want to have to slice Corinne Willoughby’s throat. Corinne Willoughby was a clerk at the Dickinson County Office of Taxation and Assessment. A plain Jane apparently, she was a nervous wreck as the first boyfriend she had ever had was avoiding her calls and texts. The 20-year-old high school graduate planned on going to community college in the fall and maybe get into a nursing program. She thought she loved her boyfriend, Caleb Weatherall. She thought he loved her… but he was gone. Why?

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Then, Corinne’s life took a strange twist. The clerk and babysitter on the weekends was abducted while leaving the courthouse where her office was located. She noticed a beautiful young woman and immediately figured her to be a FRISKY BEAR waitress. She gave the beauty a polite nod, but THE FRISKY BEAR waitress took out a stun gun and shoved it into her neck. When she awoke, Corinne was in a dungeon… nude and cold. A Chinese woman clad in a BDSM outfit was sitting next to her, painting her nails. Corinne had never painted her nails and, now, she had glossy bright red nails: “Who are you? Where am I?” Corinne’s voice was shaky. “I’m Suyin Wong, but that’s not important. I also did your toes… you are actually quite beautiful.” Corinne was stunned and all of a sudden not afraid. The Chinese vixen tending her was a friend. Corinne didn’t know how she knew this, but she did. Suyin Wong needed Corinne to get to Caleb. Later that night, she would ask Caleb to do something highly unethical that could get him fired. She looked at the nude Corinne and sincerely hoped she would not have to slit her throat. Now, she had to gain Corinne’s trust and turn her into a sexual madwoman: “Corinne my dear, Caleb is in a lot of trouble and needs you.” Now, Corinne was shocked: “Caleb!” Corinne screamed this name. “Where is he? What’s wrong?” Corinne obviously loved Caleb and Suyin picked up on this. “My dear Corinne, we need to act fast, Caleb will be here tonight. Do you trust me Corinne?” “Yes!” Suyin was surprised at Corinne’s answer to her question. Corinne didn’t hesitate. The clerk didn’t know why, but this Asian BDSM nymphomaniac represented something she always wanted to be and never admitted out loud. “Good! Trust me and before the sun comes up tomorrow, Caleb will be yours. He will never go an hour without reaching for you. He’ll turn from boyfriend into your passionate lover… But you have to do what I say.”

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“I’ll do it!” Corinne looked horrified. Suyin spent hours teaching Corinne things… dirty things… things Corinne would never do… but was excited to do. Corinne Willoughby was very apprehensive but trusted Suyin. When the Chinese vixen told her she would be there with her and guide her, the clerk calmed down. That was in the afternoon. Now, Corinne waited in the dungeon… Soon, Suyin would come and get her. The clerk heard the leather clad hooker boots with six-inch heels, coupled with the sound of tight leather rubbing against Suyin Wong’s skin, slowly come down the stairs… The door at the bottom of the stairs opened… Suyin appeared at Corinne’s unlocked cell door: “You look so good, Corinne. I should’ve saved you for myself. Caleb is such a lucky boy.” Corinne blushed. Her make-up was applied by the Chinese vixen. Suyin helped her don a black BDSM suit, tight and shiny, with hooker boots just like hers. Now, Corinne’s oversized sweater, loose turtleneck, ankle length khaki skirt and sneakers lay in the corner of her cell. The Chinese assassin was very patient in schooling Corinne to walk with these things on. Not an easy task… “You ready?” Corinne nodded. Suyin was pleased: “Good! Let’s go!” “But how about her?” Corinne was very unselfish: she pointed to the naked Serbian, chained and unconscious in the next cell. “Don’t worry about her, love! I’ll take care of her soon.”

Chapter 14: Lai Lai Zhen The year was 1399… it should have been such a happy year. The Mongols to the north were no longer a threat. Over the decades, after the Ming Dynasty was established, the fear of another Mongol invasion put fear into every citizen in the land.

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As the years went on, and no threat from the Mongols manifested, a calmness enveloped the citizens. Then, vague rumors and unreliable stories snuck into the various towns from the north and spread southward. A plague? Panic gripped the northern regions of the Ming Dynasty. The Chinese dialects of 14th Century had no word for ‘stress,’ but stress is what everyone was coping with. Neighbors ceased visiting neighbors… traders avoided the northern regions… roads going in a north-south direction were closed… cattle and poultry from those regions were burned and so were the crops. Starvation began to decimate those northern regions. Lai Lai Zhen was a contrast to these panicked times. The beauty always dressed in the softest silk and had lips as red as rubies. Dozens of women of the Ming Dynasty were adept at the Venusian Eclipse, however it was said that the Lai Lai Zhen brand of the Venusian Eclipse could seduce a man and his dead ancestors all at once. Lai Lai Zhen wasn’t married in 1399. She could have had any man. Wealthy lords or royalty. But Lai Lai Zhen didn’t want them. Her Venusian Eclipse made many a boy a man and a half, and most of the powerful warriors who defended the Ming Dynasty were strengthened by Lai Lai Zhen’s Venusian Eclipse. Lai Lai Zhen was waiting. Whatever her prowess of the ancient seduction technique was, she wanted a man to fall in love with her for other reasons. Then, she met Hu Xi. Hu was a cobbler and made shoes for peasant farmers. He did not know that the beauty who often came into his shop just to look at shoes was the planet’s greatest seductress… Hu Xi made Lai Lai Zhen laugh at his irreverent tales of madcap farmers. He made her cry with tales of the village elders who sacrificed themselves in the war against the Mongols. Hu Xi made Lai Lai Zhen feel important by the way he looked at her. Sure, there was some lust in Hu Xi’s gaze at the beauty… but mostly, there was a loveat-first-sight wonderment in his stare that melted Lai Lai.

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Lai Lai Zhen succeeded in getting this man to fall in love with her without resorting to the Venusian Eclipse. Hu Xi proposed to the seductress and she eagerly accepted. The marriage would take place the day after the celebration to the fertility gods. Just days after his proposal, the cobbler became weaker. He developed a cough and began coughing up blood. Lai Lai Zhen deep inside knew what was happening. Despite the town’s quarantine of Hu Xi, Lai Lai Zhen stayed by his side. She washed him 10 times a day and wiped his perspiration away. Nonetheless, six days before the fertility gods’ celebration, Hu Xi died in his sleep wrapped in Lai Lai Zhen’s arms. Hu Xi’s body was burned in a garbage pit. The day after his unceremonious cremation, Lai Lai Zhen began a 36-hour walk. When Lai Lai Zhen reached the coast, she kept walking. Lai Lai Zhen was last seen walking into the surf of the Yellow Sea. Legend has it that Lai Lai Zhen’s spirit moves from generation to generation and lives in the fairest seductress of that generation. Suyin Wong was keenly aware of the legend of Lai Lai Zhen. While walking Corinne up the dungeon stairs, she thought about her and Hu Xi. David Rodski had fallen in love with the Chinese vixen and she hesitantly admitted she had fallen in love with him. Neither spoke about it, perhaps similar to the awkward stand-off between Lai Lai Zhen and Hu Xi, when the 14th Century seductress first started visiting the cobbler’s shop… Having never let David Rodski know anything about the Venusian Eclipse, the fact he fell in love with her anyway made Suyin blush. Suyin Wong caressed the clerk’s upper arms to calm her as they neared the top of the stairs. Corinne was madly in love with the man who waited on the stained loveseat upstairs… Suyin envied them. When the Chinese assassin and the clerk entered the drawing room where Caleb was sitting on the stained loveseat, Suyin made the decision that the Venusian Eclipse would be her wedding gift to David Rodski.

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As the wind blew from the west and rattled the castle windows, Suyin Wong could hear Lai Lai Zhen call her name.

Chapter 15: The Doll Squad Bianca, Sierra, Wendy, and Randi… The Doll Squad! Actually, these four beauties made up the limited partnership known as Geopolitical Mapping and Surveying, LLC of Racine, Wisconsin. Racine was a nice place but had very few opportunities for deviant sex and exotic dancing so, these four babes never spent any time there. That was okay as the number one customer of Geopolitical Mapping and Surveying, LLC was… the CIA. The CIA sent the four exotic dancers, turned mercenaries, to interesting places such as Hong Kong, Tel Aviv, Barcelona, and Zurich. There, the four lethal exotic dancers could engage in all sorts of deviant sex and kill. They were quick, decisive and looked really good in their black, skin tight, latex bodysuits with the tactical holsters, handguns, and dagger holsters. They travelled light and usually didn’t need more than 24 hours to kill one problem child, or a dozen problem children. The CIA had a working profile of the target… Suyin Wong. This profile was ever growing. However, one thing was clear: men were not suited for the job. No one with a penis could repel her seduction techniques as evidenced by the 15 CIA and U.S. Army Ranger corpses found in a ditch beside Interstate 70 in Abilene, Kansas. Thus, The Dolls were summoned. They would kill Suyin and, better yet, they would capture her, humiliate her and gut her. The lethal, deviant sex quartet never treated any women well if that woman rivalled their sex-appeal. The Doll Squad summoned at Forbes Field, a non-commercial airfield in Topeka, Kansas. In a chilly hangar, Bianca, a trim red head with very straight and long red hair, did the briefing. The ladies were already clad in their black latex bodysuits. SW DOUBLE EDITION

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“Abilene, Kansas…” Bianca’s three subordinates groaned. “Abilene?” Sierra wasn’t happy. The tall, thin babe wore intellectual glasses. These glasses were often used as a seduction technique. In Zurich, one year ago, Sierra was tasked to murder a nuclear physicist… some old guy with an IQ of 190… Professor Zederberg had no interest in fast women but, when he saw the intellectual looking Sierra, he was down-for-the-count. The intellectual looking Sierra strutted into the professor’s office at Zurich University wearing her glasses, a peculiar accessory to her black latex bodysuit... The intellectual looked past the trashy body suit and focused on the glasses. The lethal seductress approached Zederberg, took off her glasses with her left hand and massaged his groin with her right hand… As Zederberg groaned in sexual ecstasy for the first time in 20 years, Sierra shoved the end of the glasses through the old fart’s nostril up into his brain, killing him instantly. Sierra went on: “What are we going to do in Abilene (one horse town)…? We don’t have to accept all their assignments!” The girls knew never to mention the CIA by name. “Isn’t there some cartel boss in Miami we could do instead?” Bianca sympathized with Wendy; Abilene just wasn’t the mecca for deviant sex. “Okay…” the trim red head needed to keep the briefing short; she had to shut down Sierra’s protests. “… if we succeed in quick fashion, there is a man with a 12-inch dick at the target site…” The three girls were now all nodding and Sierra was licking her ball-point pen she had been fondling a moment before. Bianca continued: “… that target site is a medieval castle and, locked behind its thick walls, is a Chinese cunt who thinks she is the best lay in all the world.” The girls had bought into the mission. Wendy, the doll with long flowing black hair, looked incensed: “I’ll cut her tits off!”

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Bianca finished the briefing: “Okay sluts! Get on the chopper! Once on the ground in Abilene, we have two hours, unless we find the man with the 12-inch dick… then we have 24 hours!” Randi, the fourth vixen and the youngest (only 20 years old), was giddy. Her whole mission in life was to gut Asian whores and lay a man with a 12-inch dick. She was already panting and wet.

Chapter 16: 2:00 a.m., Orgy Time As the sluts of The Doll Squad boarded a CIA supplied HUEY, Miss France, clad in her waitress costume strutted out the front door of THE FRISKY BEAR. David Rodski was waiting for her. He had planned to take Maryeve Valmont to The EISENHOWER INN. Maryeve was feeling… well… frisky: “I texted Deputy Bobbi, she’s on her way.” David Rodski saw this as a two-edged sword. A wild orgy with Deputy Bobbi and Maryeve would be glorious. However, there would be a lot to explain. Deputy Bobbi had no idea Geneviève Lafleur was Miss France… Quickly, David came up with a brilliant plan. The most important part of this evening wasn’t to bring Deputy Bobbi up to speed on what was going on. Nope, the priority was wild deviant sex with the former Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader and Miss France at the same time. A vibrant threesome. Deputy Bobbi drove up in her Dickinson County Sheriff’s Office cruiser and bolted out the driver’s side door. She was ready for a threesome. She had a very tight uniform on and every bit of leather accessory she could find in her locker. “Hey Geneviève! I see you met David.” David was a tactical genius. When Deputy Bobbi strutted over to Miss France and him on the sidewalk, he looked into an alley: “Shit! There he is, that pervert!… I’m going to take care of this right now.”

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David looked annoyed. Both beauties watched into the alley on the far side of THE FRISKY BEAR. “Bobbi, lend me your stun gun! I’ll be right back!” “Ooooh! Mr. Chivalry.” Bobbi was relieved David had chosen a non-lethal means to incapacitate whatever annoyance it was that lurked in the alley. She unclipped the stun gun and handed it to David while still trying to identify the threat in the side street. “Thanks, babe!” David activated the stun gun and shoved it into Bobbi’s neck. The former Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader hit the pavement. She started twitching and wet her pants. David looked satisfied; he just was in no mood to explain anything, especially as his 12-inch dick was being triggered. “Wow, she’s hot!” Miss France’s heavy French accent was also hot. “I’m going to ravage her right now!” Saying that, THE FRISKY BEAR waitress dove on the unconscious Bobbi and ravaged her. David thought about stopping her and ordering her to cease her amorous behavior until they reached the hotel room, but he thought better… As Miss France groped and went down on Bobbi’s now limp torso, he took out his phone and filmed the scene. It was always useful to have blackmail material on deputy sheriffs. “Okay, that’s enough” Miss France looked up with the face of a child who has just been told to turn off the cartoons on Saturday morning television. David hauled up Bobbi by placing both his hands in Bobbi’s armpits. Bobbi’s shirt was completely unbuttoned and her bra was now around her neck. Miss France’s saliva was dripping off the deputy’s breasts. Always the gentleman, David buckled Deputy Bobbi into the backseat. He noticed Miss France had moved into the driver’s seat. “I’ll drive, I’m a good driver.” Miss France was an awful driver, but with her looks the police in Paris would never ticket her.

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“EISENHOWER INN!” Rodski was sitting next to the sultry deputy waiting for her to come to. “Hey, east! The hotel is east!” Miss France was taking control: “We’re going to your castle. Threesomes are so 2015… We’re going to get Suyin involved and have a foursome!” David was about to object but then thought better of it. “Hey! How do you know where I live?” David was sincerely curious about this. “Never mind that now!” Miss France also wasn’t in the mood to explain things… After all, how do you tell a man that you incapacitated an INTERPOL assassin and hauled her to a dungeon in his castle while he wasn’t there? “We are going to have a foursome. We will apologize to Deputy Bobbi when she wakes up. We’ll use our tongues and fingers… then, we’ll let Suyin whip us… she’ll like that… I’ll give you the Ottawa O-Ring, you’ll like that too… you will, then, give me the 12-inch dick! And I’ll like that!” While preparing for pageants, Maryeve Valmont took the Jim Mitchell Leadership and Communication class. Jim Mitchell’s teachings helped her in the interview portion of the pageants. “Everyone is a Winner!” added Maryeve as she drove west. David Rodski had no idea what waited for him in his Dickinson County castle. Maryeve did have an idea, but she wasn’t going to say anything. While Miss France was giddily driving on the wrong side of the road, a black HUEY helicopter landed two miles west of the Rodski castle.

Chapter 17: The Sluts Arrive The HUEY took off after depositing Bianca, Sierra, Wendy and Randi in a clearing two miles from Rodski’s castle. The light from the full moon reflected off of them and the four dolls thought their black latex bodysuits were outrageously sexy.

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The sluts were going to hit fast. They were travelling light. No heavy arms: each had a dagger strapped inside of one of their thighs and a GLOCK 23 in a tactical holster on the outside of one of their thighs. Despite having to haul themselves two miles through woods, the deadly sluts were very fashion conscious and insisted on wearing their black leather hooker boots with six-inch heels. After all, it was better to look good than to be good. Bianca led her sluts in a brisk jog eastward. The heels slowed them down a little, but The Doll Squad had great endurance and maintained an eight-minute mile pace. The sluts would arrive at the castle in 16 minutes… if all went according to plan. CLANG!!! Suddenly, the unthinkable happened… The CIA was full of incompetent morons always finding imaginary weapons of mass destruction or failing to overthrow democratically elected U.S. presidents. They studied a lot of satellite photos and interviewed political science professors at Ivy League schools but never did any intelligence gathering that might actually help anyone accomplish a mission. If they did, they would have found out that David Rodski had purchased two dozen bear traps off Craig’s List from a trapper in northern Ontario. When Suyin Wong arrived in his lap, naked and bloodied, Rodski knew someone would be coming for her. Precautions would have to be taken and it was likely the CIA would send a hit squad in the dead of night. Securing the woods would be a priority for David Rodski over the next couple of weeks; he figured the hit squad would land in a clearing in the woods two miles to the west of his castle… An always prepared David Rodski boobytrapped the route from that clearing to his castle. Randi was flat on her face when she let out a blood curdling scream. Still a mile and a half from the castle, the plan had hit a snag… more specifically, a bear trap. Randi’s right leg was caught and both bones in her calf were crushed. The youngest of the sluts was sobbing uncontrollably. Sierra and Wendy stood over Randi and looked to the approaching Bianca.

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“I’m okay, I can make it… really… I’m not hurt!” Randi was pleading… she knew what was coming. Sierra and Wendy sat Randi up but didn’t bother freeing her from the trap. The trap was holding the artery shut and opening the trap would bleed Randi to death in 60 seconds. “Really, I’m fine… please… no… NO!!!” The Doll Squad had a protocol… never be taken prisoner. Bianca looked at Wendy who was holding up Randi. Then, she looked at Sierra who had snuck behind Randi. “NO!!!! I can make it, just let me rest for a minute! I’m okay… PLEASE NO!!!” Bianca gave Sierra a nod. “NO!!!!” Randi’s pleas had to be ignored. Sierra put both her arms around Randi’s neck and jerked. A loud snap and the wounded slut was now a dead slut. The latex clad beauty’s limp body slid out of Sierra’s grasp and was again flat on the ground. Bianca didn’t allow Sierra and Wendy to mourn the youngest member of The Doll Squad: “Let’s move sluts!” “Ahoy lasses!” Captain Nilsson greeted the now trio, while clutching a nine-iron belonging to David Rodski. Bianca was not amused: “Who the fuck are you!!!”

Chapter 18: The Castle Maryeve, blaring the lights and siren of Deputy Bobbi’s cruiser, pulled into the long driveway up to the front doors of the castle. The former Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader was just waking up. Still, not wanting to answer questions, David Rodski planted a passionate French kiss on Bobbi while massaging her bare breasts. Bobbi began to moan happily. Maryeve shut off the lights, siren and, then, the engine: “Let’s go!” The horny trio got out of the car… David and Miss France helped a wobbly Deputy Bobbi to the front door.

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Before they could bang the knockers, Suyin Wong opened the door: “Darling!” She was sincerely happy to see the man she loved. “Oh good, you met my besty Maryeve!” Suyin looked at Bobbi: “Ooooh, a woman in uniform… with a gun… I want her.” Bobbi was drooling but coming to. “Did you use a stun gun on her?” Suyin’s tone was disapproving. David Rodski looked at Suyin in open admiration. The Chinese vixen was clad in a brand new shiny BDSM outfit. She saw David’s admiration: “Do you like it?” “I do!” Maryeve beat David to the punch. No matter, Suyin saw in David’s eyes that she made the right choice. David Rodski had a supply of 15 BDSM outfits to fit every one of the waitresses at THE FRISKY BEAR. Suyin was easily bored and, after she found David’s DINER’S CLUB card and passwords, she got on AMAZON and ordered 40 more kinky costumes… available for overnight delivery. “I am so happy you three are here… I definitely want to rape the deputy.” Suyin was impressed with the former cheerleader. Bobbi was whimpering weakly, but happily. David was anxious to get started. He headed to his master bedroom to make preparations (in other words, to turn on the video equipment… this, he needed to record). “Darling wait!” Suyin didn’t have a chance to explain… David returned 45 seconds later: “Suyin, darling, the WESTERN UNION guy is naked on my bed with a ball gag in his mouth! He is being whipped by a dominatrix!… Do you know anything about that?” Suyin laughed and turned red: “Well, I guess I do… Don’t worry! He’s happy and she… well she has turned into quite a naughty deviant… Oh, so cute!” The Chinese assassin was smiling; she had never played Cupid before: “I was with them for about twenty minutes until I heard the siren… Don’t go near her without a supply of aspirin!”

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David wasn’t surprised. He was, after all, sharing a castle with a Chinese assassin who was supposed to be his prisoner: “Tell me more later!” Grabbing Miss France and the half nude deputy, Rodski headed to the stairway that led down to the dungeon: “Come on Suyin! Foursome time!” “Wait!” Suyin was hoping she could brief David before he went into the dungeon. She stood at the top of the stairs and waited. David took Maryeve Valmont and Deputy Bobbi into Suyin’s cell… a good place to start an orgy… He strung the sultry deputy and Miss France up… Bobbi seemed pleased and confused. Maryeve was excited. At the top of the stairs, Suyin waited a full minute… but from down below David called: “Oh Suyin… would you come down here?” Suyin slowly walked down the stone staircase. She was pleased to see Maryeve and Bobbi strung up. One in a deputy uniform, the other in THE FRISKY BEAR get-up. Both beauties longingly looked at Suyin. Bobbi finally spoke: “Come to me you, Asian slut… beat me unmercifully!” Suyin put on her dominatrix face but before she could approach the deputy, David grabbed her: “We’ll get to her in a second, but do you want to tell me what the Serbian serial killer is doing in the next cell?” David actually looked shocked. “Oh darling, don’t be mad at little Suyin!… She wanted to kill you.” Suyin had tears in her eyes. David grabbed her and squeezed her tight… She cried more. David loved Suyin and never wanted to let her go. Witnessing this, Maryeve thought it was so sweet, she cried. The half-naked deputy broke up the tender moment: “Come on Chink face!… I’ve been bad… beat me… NOW!!!”

[The next 2950 words have been censored by The European Union Council of Standards and Decency, Brussels, Belgium pursuant to the United Nations Treaty Against the Exploitation of Women and Human Trafficking]

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They were all on the floor desperately trying to get on all fours. Whoever got on all fours first would call the shots as the orgy wasn’t even close to finishing. No one was grabbing anyone else as the sweat on the naked bodies made it impossible to grasp anyone else. Suyin finally got on all fours first and slowly made her way to David and his 12-inch dick. Seeing this, Miss France rolled over to Bobbi. Both were bruised and out of breath, but both were game for another round. “Ahoy Mates! Got a present for you perverts!” Nils Nilsson had been a busy man. He had dragged four cargo nets into the dungeon. Each one contained a latex clad beauty. Three were unconscious. One was dead. “Who the fuck is this, Captain Ahab?” David Rodski was surprised again. Nils spoke: “Ha! So, you’re the man with the 12-inch dick!” The sea captain was impressed. So was Suyin as her mouth was on David’s tallywhacker and she wasn’t going to let go anytime soon. Nils looked back up at David’s face: “You can call me ‘The Man from Pawtucket’, MWAAAAHAHAHAHA!” David liked this guy… whoever he was. “Do any of you have smelling salts?” Corinne had snuck down the stairs and was unphased by the sight before her eyes. “Who’s this lass?” Nils was mesmerized. “She’s the dominatrix working on my WESTERN UNION guy,” answered David dryly. “Oh… yes!” Nils wasn’t fazed by this, he was aroused. “Hello lass!” Corinne looked at the hulking sea captain. “Ooooh, I bet you’ve been to a lot of ports.” Corinne didn’t know what to say, she was blushing. “Aye! I have one more port I need to visit!” Nils wasn’t subtle…

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Corinne raised a whip: “You are a bad boy. Do I need to punish you?” Corinne figured Caleb would be out for a while and she wanted to continue in her new identity. Nils was game: “Just a sec, lassie!” The sea captain looked at the four prisoners in the nets at his feet: each of them was regaining consciousness except Randi who was already dead... Nils pulled a nine-iron from his belt. He had been wearing it as a swashbuckler wears a sword. In three quick violent swings, he struck each of the alive Doll Squad sluts in the head, sending them to la-la land once again. “Okay my mistress!… We have a half hour… do me!” Corinne and Nils went upstairs.

Chapter 19: The Doll Squad’s Demise While Nils was being whipped by Corinne, David and Suyin unwrapped the four sluts and strung up three of them in Suyin’s cell. Bobbi was wide-eyed. She didn’t know if she should be asking any questions. Her and Maryeve were numb and in no condition to use their limbs. Suyin and David did all the work. They knew exactly what was going on. The sluts were the remainder of a CIA hit squad. That was obvious. “David, would you be a dear and get whatever Nils left upstairs?” David obeyed. Suyin used smelling salts to revive Bianca, Sierra, and Wendy. The sluts came to. Wendy and Sierra were scared and were sobbing. Bianca sneered. She did the talking: “You’re not getting anything out of us. I don’t care what you do to us, cunt face!” Suyin looked at Bianca with confusion. She, then, went over to Sierra. She was impressed with her. The intellectual looking doll was strung up like Bianca and Wendy whose arms were chained to an overhead bar and ankles bound to bolts on the floor. Sierra’s sobbing increased as the Chinese assassin made her way over to her.

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“Don’t you touch her!” yelled Bianca. Suyin ignored the leader and stroked Sierra’s sides with her hands. Suyin thought the sluts were hot. She intended to grope them and satisfy them before… “Get your fucking Chink hands off her, you, jagged axe wound!” Bianca was getting on Suyin’s nerves. Suyin noticed Nils had deposited The Doll Squad’s holsters in the corner of the cell. David, Maryeve and Bobbi were watching intently. They knew what was coming: Suyin was, in fact, a killer. The Chinese assassin grabbed a dagger from one of the holsters that was formerly strapped to Bianca’s inner thigh. She returned to Sierra with the dagger and lightly stroked her with it up and down her front side. Then, she grabbed Sierra by the collar of her latex suit, pulled it away from her neck and cut the suit down the front side exposing the intellectual doll’s breasts. Bianca was incensed: “Get away from her! I’m gonna kill you, you, gook-dog!” Suyin was really annoyed. She really wanted to feel up Sierra and, then, finger rape her… Bianca wouldn’t shut up: “You’re just a Chink pervert!” Corinne and Nils returned, therefore, Suyin changed her plan: “Nils, would you get four large packing boxes? They are in the kitchen pantry!… and packing tape!… and some garbage bags!” Nils obeyed. When he returned, Suyin took the boxes and lined them with the plastic garbage bags. She, then, took a magic marker and, on each box, wrote: TO: CIA, LANGLEY, VIRGINIA

“Nils, can you put that one?” Suyin pointed to the corpse of Randi on the floor. “On the table over there?!” Just outside the cell was a work table with BDSM torture devices on it. Nils cleared off the tools and laid Randi on the table, her leg dangled eerily off the side of the table.

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Suyin couldn’t help staring at the sobbing Sierra; her tears, dripping down to her exposed breast, made them shiny. Suyin began fondling Sierra’s breasts drawing a protest from The Doll Squad leader: “I’m gonna fucking cut your tits off you, gook cunt!” Again, Suyin Wong moved away from Sierra and walked over to the work table. Suyin was nude but decided against an apron as blood on her bare skin was so arousing. She picked up a hacksaw and told Nils to hold Randi’s head still. As he did, Suyin began sawing Randi’s head off with the hacksaw. It was an easy chore until the saw hit a vertebrae. Then, the process slowed dramatically. Nevertheless, Suyin continued. Wendy and Sierra were screaming like little girls. Maryeve was smiling… Bobbi was accepting the realization that her days as a deputy were over. With a thud, Randi’s head rolled off the table and onto the floor. Suyin picked it up by its long straight hair and gently placed it in one of the boxes. She sealed the box with packing tape and turned to look at the three surviving sluts: “Any volunteers to be next?” Bianca was now crying and decided to change her tactics: “Please! I can help you. We won’t tell anyone. I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” The broken leader of The Doll Squad was now a pathetic sight. Suyin walked over to her and smelled Bianca’s neck: “Nice… Obsession?” Bianca nodded. Suyin began caressing Bianca’s left cheek: “I don’t need to know anything.” The Chinese assassin put on a sad face, then, instantly brightened up: “Wait! There is something you can do for little old Suyin Wong.” Wong’s tone was sickeningly sweet. Bianca was desperate: “Anything… name it!” Suyin Wong was having fun… Her hand moved from Bianca’s cheek down to her breasts… She caressed Bianca’s breast through the latex suit. Maryeve and Bobbi were transfixed by this show. While gesturing the dagger to Sierra and Wendy, the Chinese vixen candidly asked: “Pick one!… Which one should I do next?”

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Bianca’s tone changed again. She spit at the Chinese assassin. Suyin sensed that Bianca didn’t know that she regarded this as a turn on. Nevertheless, she was absolutely done with Bianca’s sass and delivered a quick jab to her temple. This knocked Bianca out for the third time. Suyin motioned for David and Nils. The two hulking hunks came over. They freed Bianca’s four limbs from their chains and dragged the leader of The Doll Squad over to the blood covered work table. As both Wendy and Sierra were now screaming, they lay Bianca flat on the table. Suyin was ready: “Nils, would you be a dear…” She didn’t finish her sentence; Nils knew what to do. The salty sea captain held Bianca’s head while the Chinese assassin picked up the hacksaw: “Now David, can you wake her up?” David obeyed. He used the smelling salts to revive the latex clad beauty. Before Bianca could get her bearings, the Chinese killer began sawing. Unlike Randi, Bianca was still alive when the saw blade cut into the jugular… Bianca’s blood spurt onto the cell’s ceiling all over Suyin’s naked body and into the faces of Wendy and Sierra. After 75 seconds, Bianca’s head came loose and Nils gently placed it in one of the prepared boxes. David sealed the box shut with packing tape. He addressed it to CIA headquarters. “David my darling, you don’t have any large vats of acid we can throw these two luscious bodied into, do you?” David shook his head. “Awww, well, we’ll figure something out!” Maryeve, always the loyal little helper enthusiastically added: “How about a bonfire? I love bonfires!” Suyin gave Miss France a smile and nodded. Suyin Wong was on a roll, she strutted over to Wendy: “Sorry my dear, you’re next!” Before the sobbing and whimpering Wendy could object, the Asian delivered a punch to her temple. “Nils, can you get her set up?” Nils Nilsson obeyed.

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David Rodski applied the smelling salts while Suyin Wong separated Wendy’s head from her torso. The INTERPOL agent took the former beauty’s head from Nils and packed it in the third box. As blood dripped off of every part of Suyin’s body, including her nose, the Chinese assassin approached Sierra… The intellectual doll was crying uncontrollably. “I’m sad too, my love…” Suyin was indeed sad: Sierra was so hot… she would have preferred to rape her brains out and choke the snot out of her. Suyin Wong delivered her famous punch… and the process was repeated one last time. The Doll Squad was no more.

Chapter 20: INTERPOL-Geneva Bombo Rivera was the stupidest man in Geneva… no, Europe!… no, the world! This is why Beba Loncar had left him in charge of the Geneva Station of INTERPOL while she travelled to the States to clean up the CIA’s mess. The sultry Serbian didn’t want anyone to outshine her while she was gone, and Bombo Rivera wasn’t in a position to outshine anyone. The acting Station Chief was sitting at his desk connecting paperclips together when the telegram arrived… There were multi-syllable words in it so, he had Beba Loncar’s secretary, Ursula Keller, come read it to him. Normally the men of INTERPOL’s Geneva Station would make a pass at Ursula, but Bombo Rivera was too stupid to know what to do. He was the only one in the office to take the sexual harassment training seriously.

Ursula, a finalist in the Miss Switzerland Pageant two years ago, knew how to read and was careful to speak very slowly since Bombo Rivera’s ability to understand simple concepts was highly suspect. The Swiss beauty began reading the telegram…

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Chapter 21: Exit Strategy Orgies and homicide… whichever one, either would bring unwanted forces to David Rodski’s Abilene castle. The wipe-out of The Doll Squad would eventually draw a response from someone. The telegram sent to INTERPOL’s Geneva Station would buy Suyin a week or two… but no more. The four heads mailed to CIA headquarters in Virginia would also merit a hostile response. Suyin Wong admitted that sending the heads of the four beauties from The Doll Squad was probably gratuitous but she couldn’t resist. The Chinese vixen was also plotting. She needed to get back to the Icelandic Dawn: the experiments were proceeding…

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A fiendish plan thought up by Suyin Wong and Miss France was already underway; INTERPOL’s Geneva Station would soon be annihilated. As for the CIA… well…they were incredibly stupid and probably incapable of harming Suyin, Miss France or David. Still… there was much work to be done and Captain Nils Nilsson was ready to bring the Chinese assassin, Miss France and whoever else wanted to go, back to the old rusty freighter. With Miss Malta’s death at the hands of INTERPOL machine guns, a replacement was needed. The great Swedish geneticist Dr. Jari Sundin was also getting bored. This wasn’t good. Keeping Dr. Sundin happy was vital in maintaining the experiments that would eventually bring the Himalayan Devil Woman back to Suyin Wong. Miss Sweden, Inga Sundin (Jari’s daughter) was losing her luster. Suyin had programmed the father and daughter’s brains to have psychic sexual relations with each other several times a day. Maryeve explained to Suyin that since she was abducted by INTERPOL thugs, Jari had figured out his sex-toy was indeed his own daughter. With Jari losing his interest in his daughter as his sex partner, another needed to be found… hence a use for Beba Loncar. “We have plenty of ice… the hacksaw still cuts… and I can make a mean saline solution…” Suyin had a plan. Of course, Beba Loncar in her entirety wasn’t needed… only her head. Beba Loncar was a woman of the world; she had had deviant sex in every continent except Antarctica. Correction: she had had deviant sex in every continent (one mustn’t forget the great McMurdo Station Love-Fest of 2013). Loncar had moves that would make any double-jointed circus act jealous. Jari would like her. Miss France was excited… technically she was married to Jari Sundin which added to her hostility to the perverted Swede: “Let’s do it!”

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Suyin was also game: “First we will have to wane her off the tranquilizers we’ve been feeding her. They can’t be in her system when we prep her head.” Suyin was turning into a mad scientist, herself, albeit a nymphomaniac mad scientist. “No drugs in the system?” Miss France smiled, a fiendish smile. “So… I guess we will have to cut her head off… with the hacksaw… while she is awake and aware.” Maryeve was now giggling. Suyin Wong was also giggling. The psycho Serbian wanted to kill David and her; this irritated the Chinese beauty. “Is the deputy still here?” Miss France shot up: “Oh! Yes! I need to draw her an ice bath.” Deputy Bobbi really gave it all during deviant sex and this included the harshest pelvic thrusts David, Suyin or Maryeve had ever experienced. The down side of this was that Deputy Bobbi needed to recover after these orgies. “She’s a doll, I’m going to use the tub in David’s master bathroom; that way, I can join her in the bath.” Miss France felt she owed Deputy Bobbi some kindness (carnal kindness) as she crashed into many trash cans and ran over two deer while she was driving her cruiser to David’s castle from THE FRISKY BEAR. Suyin Wong also had a few items on her ‘exit’ agenda… She had another sale to make as well… She would brief Nils and that was going to be easy. She would also brief David Rodski but, this might be a difficult sell. The Chinese beauty figured she would use a lot of deviant sex to help out with this sale… With the cutting in half of Miss Malta by INTERPOL machine guns, a replacement was needed: Deputy Bobbi, former Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader would be a perfect replacement… “Oh! Maryeve, dear… when you’re in the tub with Deputy Bobbi, and you’re scrubbing away…”

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Chapter 22: Ursula Keller The 22-year-old beauty queen was itching for so much more. Finishing third in the Miss Switzerland competition may have been an honor, but third wasn’t first; it was merely the second loser… No commercial opportunities, no travel, no offers from television stations, and no risqué modelling gigs for Japanese magazines… just… well, nothing. Smart and sexy, Ursula Keller desired a lavish lifestyle and now, she had to figure out another way to obtain it. Landing a job at INTERPOL’s Geneva Station had potential. Her boss, Beba Loncar looked out for her. Beba promised she would land Ursula a rich man who had yachts and mansions… When Beba went away, Ursula feared that harm had befell the Serbian beauty… The Acting Chief of the Geneva Station was too stupid to realize that himself. Bombo Rivera was so stupid, his temporary command might just damage the Geneva Station permanently. Explaining to Bombo Rivera that Loncar’s telegram to the Geneva Station was absent the correct security codes, would have entailed using words that were over two syllables… a “no-no” when speaking to Rivera… Without Loncar, picking up millionaires and billionaires in Geneva wasn’t so easy. The 22year-old began frequenting the one lounge that was guaranteed to have billionaires… though mostly Asian ones. That was fine, if the Asian (Chinese or Japanese) was a billionaire, Ursula would be satisfied. Hence every night after work for the past week, Ursula Keller, Swiss beauty, stopped at THE FRISKY BEAR on the walk home to her apartment. The waitresses all knew her and liked her. Keller attracted a lot of very wealthy men. They spent lots of money on drinks… thus tipped big. Of late, Ursula Keller was joined by Ichiro Matsutake, a billionaire CEO from Tokyo. The single 40-year-old billionaire was awestruck by the blonde beauty and Ursula was going in for the kill.

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Ichiro promised Ursula he would bring her on his private yacht during summer on a sail from Tokyo to Singapore… He also told her that he would introduce her to his mother when they reached Singapore. On a particular Thursday evening, Ichiro arrived on time with a business associate, Hideki Mifune… Hideki was also a strapping man, perhaps 30 years old… not quite as rich as Ichiro. Ursula loved the attention. Two rich guys doting on her… THE FRISKY BEAR waitresses were in awe of the sexy second runner-up. Four mixed drinks later, as the evening continued, it was obvious that wild deviant sex was on the horizon... Because the Japanese gentlemen were really rich, this was okay with Ursula. The only time she engaged in a threesome was two years ago when Beba Loncar had allowed her to accompany her to The McMurdo Station in Antarctica. Back then, Beba and Ursula teamed up with one man (a burly meteorologist). This would be Ursula’s first experience with two men and just her… That is when the vivacious blonde arrived: “Oh my Goooooooood!!!!!” The wide-eyed beauty arrived at Ursula’s table… Her two doting dates were almost drooling at her. “Ursula Keller!!!! Ohhhhhhhh Myyyyyyyy Goooooood!!!!!” The third-place finisher in the Miss Switzerland Pageant was becoming very annoyed until the intruder offered her next line: “You were soooooo ripped off!!! Every woman would die for your body!!!!!!! And your answer during the interview, I will always remember it… it changed my life, let’s see… oh yes… I’ll never forget it… ‘Everyone is a Winner!!!!’ Brilliant! Deep!” Ursula Keller was blushing. Wow!... She thought. Her Jim Mitchell Leadership and Communication Training had made a difference in someone’s life… The vivacious blonde kept talking: “Your words changed my life. The next day I re-enrolled in beauty college!” Ursula bit her lip trying not to giggle, still… she liked this girl.

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“Oh my gosh!” The lively blonde continued… she grabbed Hideki’s arm with both of her hands… “Listen to me!” She was going on and on… both Japanese men were transfixed on her breasts. She was now blushing: “I’m sooooo sorry, I’ll be going… I just had to meet the woman who should’ve been crowned Miss Switzerland.” The blonde beauty, embarrassed, began backing away though she had not yet released Hidecki’s arm. Hidecki and Ursula spoke at the same time: “No!” Ichiro was smirking. He sensed wild sex was coming soon. Hidecki looked at Ursula and Ursula nodded to Hidecki who was obviously in love. The blonde was surprised her retreat was halted. Her skin tight leather pants, six inchheels on her red pumps and a cleavage flattering white halter top were just too much for Hidecki to pass on. Hidecki carried on speaking with the obvious blessing of the second runner up in the Miss Switzerland contest: “You join us!” Hidecki Mifune wasn’t a man of many words… He shocked his buddy Ichiro Matsutake with his next statement: “The most beautiful Chrysanthemums in the East bow to your beauty.” With this, he pried off the blonde’s right hand from his arm and kissed it. “Oh wow!” The blonde was now beet red. She fanned her face with her left hand. Ursula needed to rein in this moment. She got up from her barstool, walked over to the yet unnamed blonde, grabbed her left arm and said: “Come on honey, let’s go powder our noses!” The two beauties walked over to the restroom as both Japanese businessmen and a half dozen waitresses at THE FRISKY BEAR watched their buts wriggle while departing. Not only did Ursula like this vixen; she figured she could be useful by distracting Hidecki as she seduced Ichiro.

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Chapter 23: Pillow Talk David lay numb in his king-sized water bed. Sweaty, nude, and out of breadth, he held his Chinese beauty tight against his side. Suyin Wong pressed her naked and moist body hard against David’s side. She licked the right side of his face and softly moved her fingers on her right hand across David’s upper thigh into his groin. She was talking and talking… he wasn’t listening. Nothing she said mattered. The $12,000 she had charged to his credit cards at high-end BDSM shops she found on AMAZON and Craig’s List didn’t matter. Her inability to do household chores didn’t matter, even though she caused several floods trying to do laundry. She kept talking. Only once in a while did he hear a word or two… “Blah, blah, blah… Miss Russia… blah, blah, blah… Somalin*… blah, blah, blah… Sex in India… blah, blah, blah… naked fight to the death… blah, blah, blah… Somalin… blah, blah, blah… Miss World Pageant… blah, blah, blah… eating Natalya… blah, blah, blah… ambushed by Miss Sweden… blah, blah, blah… raped by brutish longshoremen hundreds of times… blah, blah, blah…” The story didn’t matter to David… only being with Suyin Wong mattered to him now. As Suyin continued, “… and then, I cut off Miss Sweden’s head and kept her brain alive so she could have sex with the mad scientist….” David used the fingers on his left hand to pick up crumbs of DORITOS (Nacho Cheese) from his chest hairs and deposited them in his mouth. He, then, let out a great big burp. Suyin Wong giggled and asked the love of her life: “Have you heard anything I’ve been telling you?” David had been paying little attention to his love’s life story: “Yeah! Miss Sweden and the mad scientist… right?”

*Somalin is also known as The Himalayan Devil Woman

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David was a little confused… was Miss Sweden alive or dead? Knowing Suyin Wong, he didn’t really want to ask. Suyin continued: “So, the mad scientist needs another sex toy now. That’s where your buddy Beba Loncar enters the picture.” David figured Suyin was quite capable of handling Beba Loncar, especially since the Serbian psycho was chained to a gurney in the dungeon and being kept sedated by an IV bag: “Sure, go for it!” David tried his best to sound supportive as he prowled his chest hairs for more Nacho Cheese DORITOS crumbs. Suyin was ecstatic: “Oh David! I love you so much!!! I so wanted you to agree with my plans.” The wild sex they had an hour ago was fading into history so, the Chinese beauty moved her right hand onto David’s 12-inch dick: “Again, my love!” David didn’t need to be told twice and attacked his Chinese prisoner until she sweated and screamed in ecstasy.

Chapter 24: Mr. Bubble “Ah! I don’t think it works if the water isn’t hot.” Deputy Bobbi didn’t mean to change the subject. The ice bath was just what she needed after that orgy and she needed to be in the tub for several hours. Miss France had been treating her so well. The former Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader didn’t want to show her annoyance: “When I was a little girl, like four years old, I used to have Mr. Bubble… it was great, but the bath water was always hot.” Miss France was frowning: “I just thought a bubble bath would be fun. You know, the two of us frolicking in bubbles… all wet, lathery and pressing our bodies together. I just want to make you feel really good.” In her heavy French accent, Maryeve’s words were very alluring to the sultry deputy. Bobbi knew that Maryeve was trying to get back on her good side after practically wrecking her sheriff’s department cruiser, smashing two bucks and dozens of trashcans.

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However, when Miss France poured the whole bottle of Mr. Bubble into the frigid bath water, the mixture made a pasty film which now caked on the bath’s surface… Bobbi couldn’t stay mad at the French vixen. She was touched by her intention. Not wanting her to feel too dejected, she added: “Hey! I got an idea.” Reacting to Bobbi’s playful tone, Miss France perked up: “Oh, what!?” “Stand up!” Miss France obeyed. The deputy caught herself drooling as the shiny, dripping wet body of the pageant vixen slowly rose out of the water. Licking her lips, Bobbi also rose out of the tub. Miss France was agape. Bobbi gave the vixen a seductive smile and scooped some of the Mr. Bubble paste from the water’s surface. With the pasty substance in both hands, Bobbi smeared Miss France’s whole body. Miss France giggled, but when Bobbi rubbed the goop along her groin and breasts, she moaned so loud it rivalled the moans coming from David Rodski’s water bed. Bobbi was beaming. She began licking the stuff off Miss France’s abdomen: “Tastes like soap, but I like it.” “Oui! I like it too… oooooooh!” Miss France was in ecstasy again and Bobbi kept applying the goop to her groin. After several minutes and a couple of orgasms, Miss France, out of breadth, offered: “I’ll do you now!” “It’s about time, my love.” At present, Bobbi was on the receiving end. She had to admit Miss France could do things with her fingers that she needed to learn. After Bobbi climaxed, the two embraced smearing the pasty stuff all over their fronts. Miss France was happy that she had satisfied Bobbi. Bobbi looked confused and worried about what Maryeve told her: experiments with decapitated heads of Swedes, cloning Himalayan devil women, beauty pageant contestants turned mercenaries and brutish longshoremen desiring rape…

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It didn’t matter! Bobbi’s days as a deputy were over. Explaining the past 48 hours to her superiors was not an option… or possible. Whatever was going on in The Icelandic Dawn, it didn’t matter; that was Bobbi’s new fate and she knew it. Bobbi and Miss France continued smearing the Mr. Bubble paste and rubbing their bodies together while Suyin and David Rodski were going at it again. Loud moans and groans came through the door… Bobbi had an idea: “Hey! Let’s raid their party and convert it to a foursome!” Miss France was game. Holding hands, the two babes stepped out of the tub and charged through the door into the master bedroom.

[The remainder of Chapter 24 has been censored by The European Union Council of Standards and Decency, Brussels, Belgium pursuant to the United Nations Treaty Against the Exploitation of Women and Human Trafficking]

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Chapter 25: The Rape of Beba Loncar “Oh blow the man down mateys, Blow the man down…”

Beba Loncar had achieved so much. As a strong-willed woman in a male dominated world, she had achieved so much…

“To me way, hey, blow the man down, Blow the man down mateys, blow him away…”

She had achieved a PhD at Belgrade University before her 22nd birthday and became Station Chief at INTERPOL’s Geneva Station just after her 30th birthday.

“Gimme some time to blow the man down…”

No man had ever defeated her. In fact, every man she met, she chewed him up and spit him out. On 15 different occasions, over four continents, she had even raped her male sex partner.

“We went over the bar on the 13th of May, to me way, hey, blow the man down…”

She had undertaken and created the most wide-reaching and sensitive cases in INTERPOL history. On occasions, she had murdered the weak to advance her own stature and goals. She was even keynote speaker at the 2016 Women’s Empowerment Forum in Munich.

“The galloper jumped and the gale came away, Oh gimme some time to blow the man down...” This wasn’t how it was supposed to end…

Lay chained in a dungeon, after she had been outsmarted by a slut of a cocktail waitress, she was now being raped by a crusty old sea captain singing some ridiculous ditty.

“As I was walkin’ down Paradise Street, to me way, hey blow the man down…”

Beba Loncar was enduring a humiliating rape… The old salt grounded his pelvis into hers… She screamed… and worse, yet… her scream was in ecstasy: “Yes! Yes! Harder!” The Serbian psycho didn’t mean to let on her glee, but she couldn’t help it.

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“Come on, lassie! Stay with me!” Nils Nilsson was having a great time. Reeking of OLD MILWAUKEE Beer, the sea captain was feeling left out. A foursome was occurring currently in David Rodski’s master suite. “Not yet, my lass!!!” Beba couldn’t help it. How long could this guy go on? She climaxed with an elongated whimper. “Ah! Amateur!… Why don’t you go out and sell GIRL SCOUT Cookies, lassie?” Nils was not impressed with the Serbian’s endurance… Of course, after knowing Suyin Wong and Maryeve Valmont for the past several weeks, his expectations were unrealistic… He insulted her: “Why don’t you take some lessons from the China-woman upstairs, she’s made many a girl into a lady!” “How dare you!” The out of breadth Beba Loncar was now outraged. “Besides, you sing like a wounded goat!” “Mwahahahaha!” Nils wasn’t laughing so much at her intended insult, but rather at the Serbian’s humiliation. No longer drugged, the naked beauty was hardly free: a steel collar had been fitted around her neck and the keyhole had been welded shut. The collar was attached to an eight-foot chain which Nils was utilizing as a leash. When Beba Loncar finished too early, Nils swung the leash forcefully sending the Serbian crashing into the wall at the back of her dungeon cell. Nils had no love for Beba Loncar. Sure, she was a doll… but the vixen wanted to kill Suyin. As long as Nils was on this planet, no one was going to harm Suyin Wong. The sea captain pulled Beba back to him and slapped her face: “She’s more of a woman than you will ever be.” “I’ll kill you!” Beba could think of nothing else to say. “Now, now… is that anyway to treat a real man?” Indeed, Nils had led a man’s life. He added wryly: “That’s your last lay before we give you to the mad Swede, er, what’s his name… oh yeah! Jari Sundin.”

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Nils was in charge of weaning Loncar off her tranquilizers and prepping her for decapitation. “I’ve met him! Brilliant bloke… he’ll like you!” Nils decided against mentioning that Jari Sundin was now a disembodied head attached to dozens of wires and electrodes. “Get this fucking collar off me now!” Beba was losing it. “In time! Mwahahahaha!” Nils was excited about Beba’s imminent decapitation and intended on being right next to the Serbian as it happened. Unsatisfied but still aroused, the old salt who had led a man’s life yanked the chain/leash once again, pulling the Serbian close to him: “Okay, lassie!… I’m gonna give you one more chance, this time you’re gonna sweat more and like it more. Mwahahahaha!” Beba Loncar groaned; her groin was killing her but she wasn’t going to let leave unsatisfied this insane sea captain, who had obviously led a man’s life… “You’ll be icing your sausage for the next three days when I get through with it!”

Chapter 26: Geneva Love-Fest Ichiro drove a luxurious Audi. Ursula sat in the passenger seat with her left hand sliding up and down his right thigh. Every few seconds the two love-birds glanced at each other with a playful smirk. The cause of their smirk sat in the back seat where the mysterious but vivacious blonde was trying to impress Hidecki… and it was working. The blonde explained her upbringing in Red Deer, Alberta: she worked in a beauty salon there and, often times, cut the hair of Cree Indians for free because they were so needy… Hidecki wasn’t paying much attention to her words as her breasts still entranced him. Ursula had to ask: “My sweet, we’ve known you for two hours and we still don’t know your name.” The blonde in the backseat lied: “Sally Mae Honeycutt! I’m one-eighth Cree and the rest Irish.” The blonde, currently going as Sally Mae Honeycutt, waited for sounds of approval. SW DOUBLE EDITION

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Ursula and Ichiro nodded. Almost drooling, Hidecki responded: “So cool! In Japan, Sally Mae means Princess of the Chrysanthemums.” In the front seat, Ichiro began choking. “Awwww, really?” The woman identifying herself as Sally Mae was now reddening. Hidecki, ever the sweet-talker and liar added: “Oh yes!” Before Hidecki could embarrass Japan even more, Ichiro interrupted: “We’re here, I have a suite on the top floor… a full bar and two luxury bedrooms.” Ichiro smiled at Ursula and enunciated: “Two luxury bedrooms.” “A bar?” The woman calling herself Sally Mae Honeycutt seemed to be the only one not to pick up on the bedroom mention: “Oh, no! If I have any more to drink, I may lose control.” Hidecki was now nodding profusely but Sally Mae, in her tipsy state, didn’t notice… or didn’t seem to notice. “I remember…” continued the vivacious babe “… when I was a junior in high school, my boyfriend, who was a hockey player, made me drink a MOLSON Golden… and I did!” Hidecki was still nodding profusely. Ursula and Ichiro were getting impatient. The valet was ready to take the car keys but the woman calling herself Sally Mae Honeycutt was inspired: “Do you know I blacked out and when I woke up, I was naked on a pool table in a bar called The Angry Cree?” The images conjured up by this story had Hidecki erect. “I was so scared. Some medicine man was straddling poor little me. I can only imagine what he would’ve done if I didn’t wake up! The Cree aren’t the gentlemen you Japanese are.” All Hidecki could think of was screwing this Canuck and soon… Six minutes later the quartet reached Ichiro’s luxury suite at the downtown Geneva hotel. The woman who identified herself as Sally Mae Honeycutt was fascinated: “Wow! There isn’t anything like this on the Cree reservation.”

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Ursula walked over to the woman identifying herself as Sally Mae Honeycutt and, in a tender voice, told her: “Sally Mae, my sweet, will you do me a little favor?” Sally Mae was nodding enthusiastically. “Would you entertain Hidecki for a little while? Ichiro is going to show me his etchings.” “Okay!” The woman identifying herself as Sally Mae Honeycutt was happy to comply… “But wait!… Can I see the etchings, too? The Cree make carvings on tree stumps using a chainsaw. Are your etchings like that?” She was now looking at Ichiro. Firmly, Ursula was careful not to show anger: “No! I mean, later, but right now can you keep an eye on Hidecki? Ichiro worries about him. He’s lactose intolerant.” “Oh, I see!... Sure, you can count on me!” The vivacious blonde had a mission. She whispered to Ursula: “I bet he has peanut allergies, too.” “Ah, yeah!… I’m sure he does. Later love!” With that, Ursula and Ichiro burst into one of the bedrooms. “Lactose Intolerant, huh?” The woman who identified herself as Sally Mae Honeycutt strutted over to Hidecki, tenderly undid his necktie, ogled his groin and said: “Lactose intolerant… no shellfish for you, my little man of the Rising Sun!” Hidecki was drooling. Now, it was time for the woman who identified herself as Sally Mae Honeycutt to get down to business: “Come on Emperor Hirohito! Take me in that other bedroom and fuck my brains out… RIGHT NOW!”

Chapter 27: The Bolivian Army Colonel Eduardo Abaroa commanded the 27 troops at his current disposal. Abaroa had plans for these men and his time was short. Unbeknownst to anyone else in Bolivia, including President Morales, an invasion needed to commence within six months.

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President Morales had dug Bolivia into a grave with his Socialism and all the military spending in that third world cess-pool (Abaroa’s description) went to the Cuban troops who were merely interested in raping the native girls. As far as Colonel Abaroa was concerned, Bolivia’s coastline was now occupied by Chile and Peru. It wasn’t always that way. 19th century wars saw Bolivia surrender its Pacific Ocean real estate after inept battles. In six months, Abaroa would command a small but heavily armed tactical force, annihilate tens of thousands of Peruvians in southern Peru as well as tens of thousands of Chileans in northern Chile and re-occupying the coastal regions formerly part of Bolivia. Who could fund this operation? Who could provide aerial support? Who could supply small nuclear weapons which would take out Lima and Santiago, thus preventing those banana republics from sending in more troops? Lieutenant Colonel Burnside McNamara, United States Army, Fort Leavenworth, Kansas blew thick Cuban smoke from his cigar in Abaroa’s direction. The Bolivian colonel didn’t show annoyance as he would need McNamara’s help (money, troops, and nukes). McNamara’s tone was a combination of paternalistic and condescending: “Okay Eduardo, this anti narcotic training is bullshit, we both know that!” The two colonels were on the same page. The U.S. Congress appropriated funds for drug eradication in South America. The Army knew these funds would end up at the mercy of corrupt governments and the cartels. McNamara realized Congress was more interested in good intentions than reality. Thus, the colonel was all too happy to train inept Bolivians. Supposedly, Colonel Abaroa would return to Bolivia and him and his men would hit the jungles wiping out cartels. Abaroa was a big fan of babes in bikinis and wanted nothing to do with jungles. Beaches was his game… hence his invasion plans. “Eddie… can I call you Eddie?” Abaroa would have killed McNamara by now, but he needed him.

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“Si, Senor!… I mean Colonel.” Dropping the ‘lieutenant’ from McNamara’s rank of Lieutenant Colonel floated McNamara’s boat. “Okay, Ed! I don’t care if you plan to blow up your president, or invade Brazil, or start your own cartel… Hell, who would care if another banana republic dictator was assassinated?” Abaroa liked where this conversation was going. “In a week, you leave Fort Leavenworth with your men with anything you need: money, arms, a promise of CIA aerial support… whatever you ask.” “Gracias, Senor! I mean Colonel.” As much as Abaroa hated McNamara, the stiff was going to give him everything he needed. Abaroa smiled at his counterpart and realized why America hadn’t won a war since 1945. McNamara went back on talking: “But…” Abaroa cringed; he knew what was coming… Reclaiming Bolivia’s long-lost coastline was going to be expensive and the first bill was about to be handed to the renegade Bolivian colonel… Over the next 12 minutes, McNamara outlined what he needed from Abaroa and his men. Abaroa was shocked: “Is that all?” McNamara suppressed a laugh. He looked at Abaroa comprehending that he was probably sending the Bolivian and his men to their death: “In 48 hours, Eddie, your men will board three HUEYs and you will complete the job.” McNamara was certain that Abaroa had no idea about the peril he and his men would face in nearby Abilene. “Each of your men will be given two GLOCK handguns and an M4 rifle… and roughly 300 rounds of ammunition. You will hit fast and you will be thorough.” Abaroa was stunned, this mission was going to be easy. He did not know that the CIA and their Doll Squad thought the same thing within the last week.

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Chapter 28: Miss Canada The woman who had purported to be Sally Mae Honeycutt lay naked and sweaty on the king-sized bed. The red satin sheets were soaked; her love partner, Hidecki had also sweated profusely. She, of course, wasn’t Sally Mae Honeycutt… nor had she ever been to Red Deer, Alberta… nor had she ever worked in a hair salon… nor had she ever even spoken to a Cree… and most of all, she had never drunk a MOLSOn Golden. The blonde vixen puffed on her Virginia Slim and mused out loud: “MOLSON? Fuck that shit!… Stella!” This was Miss Canada and she was particular about her alcohol. The ruse worked. Miss Canada waited for Hidecki to respond, then, remembered: “Oh, wow! You can’t speak, I almost forgot.” After pleasuring Hidecki like no Japanese man had ever been pleasured, the beauty pageant contestant, turned assassin, embarked on a bloody orgy of revenge… She performed the legendary Ottawa O-Ring on Hidecki before she rolled him over to give the exhausted Samurai warrior wannabe a back massage. The worn out stud allowed who he assumed was Sally Mae Honeycutt to work her hands on his backbone. It felt so good… Suddenly, thanks to some training from Suyin Wong, Miss Canada, in one quick move, jolted a certain vertebrae with her right hand and another one with her left hand… Hidecki was paralyzed. “Okay, Emperor Hirohito, this is a move I call the Chrysanthemum Penetrator!” This makeshift move saw Miss Canada rolling the paralyzed Japanese man over and smothering his face with her chest. Hidecki would do a death drool onto her breasts but would expire in less than a minute. Hidecki’s cooling corpse beside her, Miss Canada finished her VIRGINIA SLIM… She listened to the moans and screams coming from the next bedroom. The sounds aroused her again.

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She slowly climbed out of bed and admired her body in the mirror sadly thinking it was time for Ichiro and Ursula to die. Miss Canada fumbled through her small purse and pulled out a DERRINGER with two rounds in it. She would only need one. In the other bedroom, Ursula was in ecstasy. She was very relieved that the stereotype about the dicks of Japanese men was not holding true. Ichiro was a man possessed and all of Ursula’s strength had long expired. The Swiss beauty was totally at the mercy of the Asian love-machine on top of her… She glistened all over… Ichiro used her perspiration to help glide on top of her. Ichiro Matsutake was ever the sensitive Asian: sensing Ursula was temporarily paralyzed (he had done this to so many Japanese women in the past), he slid out of her, still erect, and pulled his penis up her torso to her face. Ursula complied and opened her mouth. Ichiro had intended to allow Ursula to suck and lick for at least five minutes before spraying her face with his man juices but when the small round of Miss Canada’s DERRINGER entered the back of his skull, all of his sperm shot out onto the Swiss beauty’s chin, teeth, upper lip and nose. Unfortunately, parts of Ichiro’s brain, cranium and left eyeball shot onto Ursula’s forehead and sweat-soaked hair. Screaming wasn’t an option as Ichiro’s man juices were slowly dripping down Ursula’s throat. “Wow! That was soooo cool!” Miss Canada was enthralled with her second kill of the morning. “You know dear, Japanese women would be turned on by that. I just allowed you to experience a fetish millions of Japs only fantasize about.” All of Miss Canada’s gym sessions paid off: she was able to toss the former Ichiro Matsutake off the bed onto the floor, using only her left arm, and to replace him on top of Ursula.

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Now straddling the Swiss beauty sitting on her groin, Miss Canada decided to postpone her next murder: “Hmmmm, hey!… Let’s have some fun!” Ursula began coughing, shooting up Ichiro’s sperm from her throat. Miss Canada leaned forward and licked Ichiro’s juices off Ursula’s face: “Yum! Better than sushi! Now, I need to wash it down.” Miss Canada was aroused by Ursula's exhausted and spent body: her tongue traveled down her neck, to her shoulders, and finally to the Swiss beauty's breasts and abdomen. Physically spent after intense sexual intercourse, Ursula was not in a position to offer any resistance to her tormentor: “Ichiro’s juices taste better than Sake. I want some more. Now, where can I find some more?” Ursula’s eyes were wide open; she knew what the maniac Canuck was getting at. “Ha! I know!” Miss Canada slid all the way down Ursula and put her hands on the slippery thighs of the soon to be dead Swiss beauty. With one quick move, her hands separated her thighs leaving the sweaty groin exposed: “Bon appetite my love!” Going after any spent juices Ichiro Matsutake might have deposited inside Ursula, Miss Canada’s mouth attacked Keller’s groin. Her tongue probed deep and extracted the sought-after fluids… Miss Canada withdrew with a face as wet and sticky as Ursula’s. The Swiss didn’t admit to herself that this last move by the Canadian was as satisfying as Ichiro’s dick had been… Miss Canada was also sexed up and didn’t want to end her good-bye session with Ursula just yet. She liked Ursula, but she was part of INTERPOL’s Geneva Station… thus she had to die. As far as INTERPOL went, there were no innocents. Finally, Ursula was able to speak… a sobbing whimper, really: “Please Sally Mae… don’t hurt me!” Miss Canada thought about correcting her but, at this point, there was no need to. If the soon to be dead Swiss vixen wanted her to be Sally Mae Honeycutt, then, fine.

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The sexual arousal that Miss Canada had just delivered helped Ursula get her movement and coordination back. Still, the doomed vixen would be too weak to put up any significant struggle against the homicidal beauty who was atop her. Miss Canada looked into Ursula’s eyes with a tragic and twisted expression: “Awwww, I’m so sorry!… I have to kill you.” Ursula’s tears began flowing more freely. “Shhh! There, there my pretty… Don’t cry!” The Canadian brought her face to within two inches of her prey’s: “How about a last kiss?” Before Ursula could answer, Miss Canada’s mouth was on her mouth. The Canadian tongue was inside Ursula’s mouth and, in no time at all, probed deep into her oral cavity. While this erotic kiss continued, Miss Canada’s right-hand fondled Ursula’s sweaty breasts… Satisfied moans and groans emanated from the doomed European. Slowly, Miss Canada withdrew from Ursula’s mouth. The wild Canuck was sitting up but still straddling her prey. Ursula had no words but, as she looked into Miss Canada’s eyes, she gave her an expression of desperate terror. She tried to say: “Please, no!” but her vocal cords did not cooperate. “Shut your eyes, my dear! I’ll try to make this painless.” Ursula complied. Miss Canada removed her hand from Ursula’s breasts and repositioned both her hands around the Swiss beauty’s head. She gave a violent jerk. A dull pop emanated from Ursula whose eyelids opened slightly. The blonde beauty’s neck was broken and Ursula ceased to breathe immediately. Her death was instant and painless. Miss Canada stared at the corpse under her. Both her and the corpse were nude: “Bye-bye honey! You won’t mind if I borrow an item or two from your purse, I hope?” Ursula, of course didn’t answer.

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Chapter 29: Captain Gay Ellis Captain Gay Ellis… she was indeed the best the U.S. Army had to offer. 29 years of age, five feet six inches tall, and breasts that were admired world over by ally or enemy. Her tight flight suit wasn’t quite regulation, but her penchant for pre-marital sex with colonels and generals enabled her to do or wear anything she wished. Currently stationed at Fort Leavenworth, Cpt. Ellis also served as a special assistant to Lieutenant Colonel Burnside McNamara. The colonel liked Gay Ellis very much especially when she donned her skintight camouflaged latex body suit during periods of deviant role-playing sex. In addition to flying CH-47 Chinooks, Captain Ellis climbed ladders. As far as she was concerned, Lieutenant Colonel McNamara was a low rung on her way to a general. In the culture of the U.S. military, having a willingness for, and an ability for deviant sex (whips, chains, and bondage) were requirements for promotions (especially for women). The sultry captain was forced to take the Jim Mitchell Leadership and Communication course… all new officers learned everyone was a winner. Captain Ellis always considered herself a winner. The Jim Mitchell course convinced her to let her inhibitions down and find a whip and latex body suits (thank you ebay). The leadership course also taught Ellis to put the needs of others first so, she adopted a willingness to swallow salty man juices. Jim Mitchell had changed Gay Ellis’ life and she swore that if she ever met him, she would give him some hot oral sex. It was the least she could do. The sultry army officer sat in the pilot seat of her CH-47 Chinook. Sitting next to her was her co-pilot, a prude of a Mormon, Lieutenant Zachary Bledsoe. Bledsoe was a bore. He was constantly drooling and often snuck a glance at his captain’s breasts. Ellis made up her mind she would ignore him, unfortunately, Bledsoe abruptly looked up and turned to her excitedly: “Hey! Here they come!”

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The mere tone of her co-pilot’s voice annoyed the living shit out of Ellis: “Shut the fuck up, Brigham Young!” Bledsoe was right, though: 27 Bolivian troops, temporarily assigned to Fort Leavenworth for drug and cartel eradication training, were headed their way. Nine of them would get into Ellis’ Chinook, nine into the one to her right, and nine to the one on her left. The three Chinooks would drop the 27 troops onto a castle on the outskirts of Dickinson County, Kansas (Abilene). “Poor fucks!” This last statement from Ellis confused Bledsoe who was totally gung-ho. Only the sultry captain knew that these 27 Bolivians would die horribly soon: a good friend of Colonel McNamara (or Schnookums, as she called him) had brought in a CIA spook to brief these poor souls… The CIA idiot figured he would talk Spanish during the briefing, presuming the 27 would have difficulty understanding the English language. During a few orgies, which included sombreros and Mariachi bands, Captain Ellis learned their mastery of Spanish was also sub-par. These illiterates mostly spoke dialects of their tribes and regions in Bolivia. They did teach her a new sex technique called “The Iguana Incursion” so, not all was wasted. In a perfect world, which did not exist when the CIA came calling, the 27 troops would be dropped on the castle of a renegade INTERPOL agent. They would invade the castle, kill the agent and his Chinese slut named Suyin Wong; in fact, everyone inside the castle would be executed… The CIA idiot doing the briefing believed the Bolivians understood his instructions. They, of course, did not: they all thought they were going to be dropped off at either Walmart or Best Buy for a shopping spree before their return to Bolivia… Carrying M-4 rifles and sales fliers from the two aforementioned stores, the Bolivians slowly walked to the Chinooks.

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Chapter 30: The Head of Beba Loncar Nils Nilsson loved his new toy. The Serbian psycho hated her new master… The sea captain worked the leash and the electric cattle prod masterfully to inflict humiliation and conquest on the nude Beba Loncar: a swing to the right, and the Serbian crashed against one wall… A swing to the left, and she would crash into another wall. Laughing and singing Ladies of Spain, Nilsson yanked the Serbian close to him… Loncar learned well over the past few days. She knew if she didn’t satisfy the disgusting sea captain, she would have the cattle prod up her groin. Nils made it easy for her by appearing naked so she would not have to unzipper his trousers… Like an obedient Golden Retriever, Loncar obeyed. She sucked and swallowed until the voice of her arch enemy broke up the mood… A naked Suyin Wong entered the dungeon cell of Beba Loncar. She smiled as she saw Nils’ man-organ inside Beba’s mouth: “Awwwww! I’m so sorry Nils!… The two of you seem to have gotten quite attached.” Nils nodded his head furiously; he was in the process of delivering his man-juices into Beba. Over the past several days Beba learned to swallow and not leave a mess to clean up… the cattle prod had helped in these lessons. “Don’t worry Nils! I’ll find you a new one.” Beba’s wide eyes got wider. She knew when Suyin appeared naked, decapitation was imminent. Also, Suyin told Nils she would get him a new one (pet)… the Chinese whore was here to kill her. Weakened and humiliated, the Serbian knew her fate was sealed and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. Beba began crying. She thought about her downfall over the past several days. She had gone up against the Chinese assassin figuring she would dissect and humiliate her. Beba never lost. Until now! Suyin had destroyed her. Beba was now a love slave and sex toy for a demented sea captain. The Serbian’s final days would be spent nude. Beba would be the target of humiliating sex acts of the insane.

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Nils finished emptying his load into Beba’s throat and moaned: “My Asian lass! Ahoy!... Hey! I have a sharpened hacksaw upstairs, I’ll go fetch it.” “Oh, Nils… you are a dear! No, stay here! We’ll use the dull one.” Suyin showed much affection for Nils; her tone and loving coo suggested that. Loncar glared at Wong and Wong’s smiled widened: “We’ll wait for David; he’s just about finished with the C4 and dynamite.” Now, Loncar’s eyes stood out on stalks. Explosives! For what!?! “Will my dog bark for me once more?” asked Nils tauntingly. Loncar, sensing her decapitation was imminent, spit in her master’s face… mostly saliva… some semen. Nils laughed furiously and dragged Beba over to the bloodstained work table which hosted the decapitations of The Doll Squad. The giant sea captain put one of his hands to Beba’s neck. The other one grabbed her by the groin as he hoisted the Serbian psycho onto the table. Beba’s resistance was useless; Nils manacled her wrists and ankles to the work table before he slid a leather belt around Beba’s abdomen. Maryeve Valmont scampered down the steps into the dungeon: “Oh yes! Are we going to have another bonfire?” Suyin was happy to see her friend: “I don’t think we have time today; we’re going to have to move fast. David says they’re coming soon.” Maryeve seemed disappointed. “In fact, can you and Deputy Bobbi grab some weapons and head to your battle stations as soon as we are done here?” Maryeve now seemed excited: “Oh yes!... But wait! What should we wear?” Suyin thought for a moment: “Ah, I know! How about if the two of you pick out a couple of latex cat-suits I got on Craig’s List? You two beauties would look so divine in them. Maybe a green one for you and a white one for Bobbi? They are so easy to accessorize with… Remember, it is likely you will have to seduce before you kill!”

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Loncar’s eyes couldn’t get any wider. She couldn’t believe her demise was at the hands of these crazy-fucks. Secured to the worktable, she actually screamed: “You crazy-fucks!” Maryeve looked hurt, but Suyin was undisturbed by the insult. Having done this task a couple dozen times in her life, Suyin went about the execution without hesitation. Beba Loncar had planned on giving a diatribe or anthem as her last words, but she had never been executed by the Chinese assassin before. The pain was intense but short in scope. It didn’t even start until blood spurted from her jugular into her eyes, causing her very last images in life to be that of the Asian cunt through a liquid red veil. Even with a dull hacksaw, Suyin Wong was a master craftsman. Speed was key lest she would have had to listen to the rantings of the Serbian psycho. Suyin was sad that Beba was dead before the hacksaw reached the vertebrae. Nevertheless, not having to hear the serial-killer beauty was a bonus. The hacksaw completed the task but the teeth on it were almost completely smoothed down. As Suyin threw the saw across the room on a trash pile which included Beba’s clothes, she mourned: “This will be the last decapitation of this saw.” Beba Loncar’s blood was dripping down Suyin Wong’s torso into her groin… The naked assassin was turned on: “I think Jari will like her.” Suyin’s remark was directed at Nils who took Loncar’s head and put it into a cooler with ice and a mysterious magenta-tinged solution. Keeping Jari happy, especially sexually, would be important as long as the Somalin army was still being formed in the hundreds of chambers on the rust-bucket called The Icelandic Dawn.

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Chapter 31: The Bondage of David Rodski David lost track of how many days he had kept Suyin Wong as his prisoner and sex-slave. Sure, she was confined to a wardrobe of BDSM black leather. Sure, the dungeon was her domicile in his castle. Sure, the Chinese beauty submitted to all of his sexual desires. And sure, he would whip her and chain her at will. Still, his prisoner hardly acted like a prisoner. Her proclivity for picking locks gave her free reign in his castle. Despite that, Suyin never left and showed no desire to leave David Rodski. Suyin had also learned David’s credit card numbers and ordered all sorts of deviant wardrobe and sex toys which went to serve David. Suyin even encouraged David to keep playing the field. Now, David felt as though he was Suyin’s prisoner. He knew he could never live without her. The realization that Suyin had cast her spell over him also was a realization that David could no longer be an INTERPOL agent, nor remain in Texas (still, no one had the heart to tell David he was in Kansas). Continuing to serve Suyin would mean he go off with her to some rusty cargo ship… Suyin tried telling him the specifics, but David didn’t listen. The specifics didn’t matter… he was going. Most of Suyin’s explanation about their future was a blur. It had something to do with a Himalayan beauty… a mad-scientist… severed heads… Miss Canada and Miss Uruguay… and a surprise from distant reaches of the solar system. David had been making preparations. Despite his lapses in geography, he knew what was happening. The CIA, U.S. Army, INTERPOL and probably the NSA would all try (and keep trying) to kill both Suyin and him. He also knew the attempts would all fail. With INTERPOL and the CIA failing miserably in the last few days, David had readied his castle for the next attack from the U.S. Army. As Nils sealed the cooler containing Loncar’s head and attached a small battery to it, David was startled out of deep thought by the love of his life: “How long do we have my love toy?”

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Suyin had softly placed her bloody right hand on David’s groin as she asked this question. David looked at his watch… sunrise was in 80 minutes: “We have 60 minutes… they’ll be here in 60 minutes.” The INTERPOL agent looked at Bobbi and Maryeve and nodded. Both these beauties were excited and knew what was expected of them. Nils also nodded; he gave David a hearty pat on the back. David and Nils had never spoken much to each other but Nilsson had an affection for Rodski. He knew the superstar agent would take care of Suyin and never let anything happen to her. In courtesy to David and Suyin, Nils left the dungeon cell with Loncar’s head. The naked Suyin with Serbian blood dripping down her whole body had never looked so good. Unable to resist the erotic and deviant sight in front of him, David lifted Suyin off the ground and threw her on the decapitated body of Beba Loncar. Using Beba’s remains as a mattress, David and Suyin made passionate love. David’s 12-inch dick penetrated and kept penetrating. Suyin screamed and allowed David to pin her flat on her back, then turn her over and do the same from the rear. “Hu Xi!!!!!!” Suyin screamed at her third climax in the seven minute sexual encounter with David. “My Hu Xi!!!!”… As David withdrew, he thought about asking Suyin about ‘Hu Xi’… Strangely, he felt there was no need to ask. Something deep inside him gave him a familiarity with Hu Xi… though he didn’t know why. David lay on top of Suyin, who lay on top of the remains of Beba Loncar. This sex was some of the best either of them ever enjoyed. Only seven minutes in length, but both enjoyed the sensation of watching blood spurt out of the headless torso. When David did one of his pelvic thrusts, which pushed the Chinese assassin into Beba’s corpse, blood would gush out of the neck. Both made mental notes to themselves to seek out this experience again.

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Suyin imagined the next opportunity would come with the following wave of assassins sent by INTERPOL. David imagined one of the Danger Dolls (a slightly more economical option than The Doll Squad was) would be a probable option for sex-on-a-headless-corpseextravaganza. No matter… these fantasies would have to wait just a bit… there was a battle to be prepared for.

Chapter 32: Miss Canada Runs Amok What an ironic end to the miserable career of Bombo Rivera. The 35-year-old Acting Station Chief of INTERPOL’s Geneva Station believed himself to be a ‘change-agent’. Rivera’s goal when joining INTERPOL was to change the culture of the international law enforcement community. His priorities would be an inclusive work place in which respect for all races, genders and religions existed in every INTERPOL station. Bombo Rivera also saw himself as the protector of women in the workplace. No woman would ever be harassed by a man on his watch. Unfortunately for Rivera, on this European Tuesday morning, he sat on the floor of the elevator which would bring him to the 12th floor… the Geneva Station was located in this upscale office building and the elevator ride would be a quick one… Rivera sat on the floor, his back against the back wall of the elevator, while bits of his skull, blood and some brain matter were now leaking down his neck onto his shoulders… The other occupant on this short elevator ride was a Canadian beauty named Marie Hextall. The Quebec City beauty had recently represented Canada in the Miss World Pageant in Nassau and was currently listed as ‘MISSING’… Miss Canada had the perfect body and she was proud of that. No plastic surgery needed; many of the other pageant contestants were jealous of her. Where other girls had spent nearly $100,000 on cosmetic surgery, which included a boob-job or two, Miss Canada pocketed all that money. SW DOUBLE EDITION

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She used her perfect beauty well. Whether it be seducing Japanese business men (and the former runner up of the Miss Switzerland Pageant) or having rich Canadians fly her to the hottest resorts in the Mediterranean, Miss Canada always knew what she was doing. She had a pet peeve, which would ultimately be the downfall of Bombo Rivera. Knowing she was the in possession of the hottest body in the universe, Miss Canada expected everyone to stare at her breasts. She had given Bombo Rivera a whole ten seconds to take his gaze to her cleavage. Unfortunately for the protector of women in the workplace, he seemed content at studying the fluorescent lights on the elevator ceiling... No one ignored Marie Hextall’s cleavage! Miss Canada thought about saying something to this dweeb, but he looked too stupid to understand a complete sentence… As Bombo Rivera leaked all over the floor of the elevator, Miss Canada tread gingerly on the elevator floor so her shiny white go-go boots would not come into contact with the blood pooling on the floor. The go-go boots were accompanied by nude stockings, which led up to a hot-pink suede mini-skirt, and a white halter top that displayed a glorious cleavage show. In Marie Hextall’s right hand was a DERRINGER which she emptied into the skull of the former Bombo Rivera. Marie Hextall, Miss Canada, had claimed her first victim in her massacre scheme… that is if you don’t count the Japanese businessmen and Ursula, then, it would be four, so far. Miss Canada was sad about Ursula. The Swiss beauty reminded the Canadian beauty of herself… Oh! Well, finishing first had its privileges and Ursula wasn’t quite good enough. The elevator doors slid open on the 12th floor and Miss Canada grabbed the former Bombo Rivera’s access badge. She did not need it as Ursula’s badge had granted her the access she required to get into the building and into the special INTERPOL elevator. The go-go boot clad vixen dropped her DERRINGER on the floor beside the miserable corpse of the protector of women. She opened her briefcase and pulled out an UZI.

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The UZI in her right hand and the briefcase in her left, Marie Hextall strutted to the unmarked suite 1201: “Ooooh! Secret stuff!” Miss Canada mused sarcastically… Her perfect breasts guided Ursula’s access badge, which hung around her neck on a HEINEKEN neck strap, to the access pad. The breasts worked perfectly and a loud click signaled the door was temporarily unlocked. Helen Andress sat at the INTERPOL reception desk at the Geneva Station. She was quite a babe and expected Bombo Rivera to walk through the door any moment. This was never an uplifting episode: the protector of women in the workplace would always come through the front door, and would either have his eyes fixed on the recessed lighting units on the ceiling or imaginary lint on the industrial carpet. Just once, Helen wanted the dolt to stare at her breasts (or her too short and tight leather business skirt) and drool. Helen needed this; she worked very hard to present herself as a woman who no man could keep their hands off. The 33-year-old seductress/receptionist stared intently at the door when she heard the click. Every day at exactly this time a click would signal the arrival of Bombo Rivera. Helen applied some glossy red lip gloss (sour strawberry), unbuttoned two more buttons on the top of her blouse, and began licking her lips. One way or another, Bombo Rivera was going to do some drooling… The doors unlocked. The UZI performed nicely: Miss Canada kept the triggered depressed as the doors opened and a sultry receptionist was the recipient of seven rounds. The former Helen Andress never knew what hit her. Five rounds entered her forehead and nasal passages; the last two entered her right breast. Marie Hextall was giddy. She dubbed this operation ‘International Massacre 1’. She hoped there would be more. So far, her body count, with the demise of the sultry receptionist, totaled five.

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She had to react fast: six… seven… and eight! Three business suited men, probably INTERPOL employees, charged into the reception area… they fell easily in a flourish of UZI rounds. The sultry Canadian stepped over to their not quite dead bodies and deposited an additional round into their heads… The door behind the men had not closed yet so, she rushed through it. Nine… ten… eleven…. 12…. 13… 14! This was too easy! Marie Hextall even had time to insert another clip into the magazine of her weapon of choice. Three hunks in impressive BROOKS BROTHERS suits and three babe agents wearing either leather pants or tight short skirts never had time to beg for mercy. The 15 remaining employees of INTERPOL's Geneva Station prepped for a counter-raid in the conference room. This conference room, through double doors, connected to the corpse filled reception area. Miss Canada threw down her UZI, opened her briefcase, then took out a gasmask and four vials of a green solution; she heard over a dozen INTERPOL agents on the other side of the door and knew the conference room would be filled with more corpses in just a moment… The Canadian beauty took the vials and threw them against a hard-wooden conference table. They all broke. Their liquid immediately turned into a gas. The masked Miss Canada fled as the 15 gun-toting INTERPOL personnel charged into the conference room. None of them were able to take two steps before the mysterious gas entered their lungs, dissolving them instantly. 29! Miss Canada was euphoric. She rushed down the building’s emergency staircase; she would be out of Switzerland by the time HAZMAT crews could secure the 12th floor of the building and render it safe for the police to enter. While leaving the building, the deadly vixen noticed a blue recycle-bin for aluminum cans and newspapers. She pulled her gasmask off and deposited it into the recycle bin... Miss Canada was always environmentally friendly.

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Marie Hextall was beaming. Most of her pageant friends desired a TV job, either as a news reporter or a hostess on an entertainment show, but she was becoming the world’s deadliest assassin. She knew her pageant friends who were still living would be incredibly jealous. A burly security guard at the entrance of the office building noticed the Canadian beauty throw away a gasmask. He thought about saying something to Marie Hextall when she strutted out the entrance doors but decided to look at her cleavage instead. The ever vigilant Canadian blew the hunk a kiss and gave him a magnetic smile.

Chapter 33: Rape in Morocco This was not the same!... Captain Gay Ellis was helpless.

The Chinese vixen was totally nude and covered with someone else’s blood… This must be

that Suyin Wong bitch!

Every part of Ellis was throbbing and numb… Now, the Asian cunt was raping her… Unable to move, at least enough to offer any kind of resistance, Ellis was at the mercy of psycho-bitch; Suyin had mounted her, then, repeatedly bitch-slapped her a few dozen times. With a hunting knife, the Chinese assassin cut off Ellis’ flight suit and lacy black undies. Now, both women were totally nude. Upset at the destruction of her expensive Fredericks’s of Hollywood undergarments, Ellis spit into Wong’s face. Bad move! Suyin Wong retaliated by grabbing both of Ellis’ breasts and squeezing. Ellis let out a weak whimper. Suyin moved her left hand down to Ellis’ groin and began massaging. She then, spit into Ellis’ face. Ellis knew that Suyin Wong was going to rape her, no matter the explosions and carnage that were occurring within a few yards of them.

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Four years ago: Rabat, Morocco… what a god-forsaken shit-hole! Not as bad as Baltimore, but still a shit-hole… 2nd Lieutenant Gay Ellis was along for the ride. The general had personally requested the army bitch as an aide. The young lieutenant was hot. Really hot. The general needed to fuck her and fuck her a lot. Ellis wasn’t stupid and knew she didn’t want to be a lieutenant for four to six years… no way! Fucking a general could get her a captain’s rank soon. Besides, being a nymphomaniac she needed to fuck a lot… and better generals than privates. The heat of the desert sun caused the general (a brutish man from Alabama) to knock off early while in Rabat. Ellis followed him to his hotel room wearing a very tight army issued officer’s skirt and blouse. Once in the room, the duo was met by a shapely brunette wearing a black leather cat-suit and holding a whip. Ellis gasped, but her reactions were too late. The general delivered a backhanded slap to the nubile lieutenant sending her flying across the room and on top of a coffee table. Ellis’ high heels were knocked off with that slap; her face temporarily lost all feeling. The brunette in the cat-suit was the general’s very kinky wife. It was her who selected Ellis, her who ordered the general to get her on his staff; she ripped off Ellis’ light green blouse and fondled her breasts while licking her face. The coffee table’s legs gave way; Ellis was now on her back on the floor with the dominatrix on top of her. Grabbing both her feet, the horny general spread Ellis’ legs apart… The nympho-lieutenant sprang to action: in a move she learned in a brothel near Tokyo, she neutralized both the general and his wife. Still conscious, but shocked, the general and the dominatrix were at Ellis’ mercy… The nympho-lieutenant went to work on the dominatrix first. She dragged the minx over to the hotel’s king-sized bed and laid her on her back. With undergarments she found in the drawers beside the bed, Ellis tied the dominatrix’ feet to the end of the bed and her hands to the top.

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Now, the general… The general was dazed, but even so, he was eager to follow Ellis’ every order. Ellis was nude and sweaty and in no mood for disobedience. Grabbing the general’s very erect penis, she led the two-star to the bed. She, then, laid the man next to his wife and did the same to his hands and feet than to the dominatrix’. Once the nude general and his cat-suited wife lay next to each other, both bound on the king-sized bed, Ellis took her pocket knife in the purse she held (but dropped when she received the general’s backhand) and slowly cut off the cat-suit. The dominatrix was crying and begging for Ellis to stop. Mercy was for the weak, Captain Gay Ellis would have none of this… She grabbed her torn panties, on the floor next to her purse, and stuffed them into the dominatrix’ mouth. Now, The general’s wife could make no sounds, except for pathetic whimpers. Ellis raped the dominatrix… violently. She finger raped her, bit her breasts and, in a token of demented admiration, ate her pussy extensively. The general’s cock was even more erect… while the pathetic dominatrix watched helplessly, Ellis satisfied the two-star with the best blow-job he had ever received. The entire episode took 55 minutes… which was pretty standard. The trio had done this same fantasy/role-play for three straight days. Ellis cut the two love-birds loose and bid them farewell. When, still nude, she left the hotel room, the dominatrix looked at the general: “She’s captain material, my sweet!” The naked Ellis walked to her hotel room a few doors away. Once inside, she showered and donned a very tight leather mini-skirt, fishnets, stilettos, plus an over-sized blue hoodie which had the word “Morocco” on its front. Only partly satisfied, Ellis had to hurry: the army Jeep was ready and waiting for her at the entrance to the hotel. Ellis got in and drove. Ever since Ellis was a little girl, she had a fantasy about being gang-raped by brutish Bedouins.

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Her intelligence officer (the general’s intelligence officer, actually) briefed her that a gang of about 40 brutish Bedouins had set up a camp about 60 clicks southwest of Rabat. These brutes raped and pillaged any village they came across. The Moroccan authorities were too afraid of them to act; Ellis couldn’t let the opportunity get away. She drove southwest at a rapid clip. The band of horny Bedouins was not hard to find. When she saw the smoke from their fires, Ellis took a sharp left and headed straight for a group of tents. Four Bedouins with rifles aimed carefully. They fired at the right-side tires of the Jeep… and hit them. As the Jeep began to turn over, Ellis, clad in her mini-skirt, was thrown clear of the wreck. Face down on sand, she tried to push herself up. A big burly Bedouin had already made his way over to her. He grabbed Ellis’ hair in his right hand and lifted her to her feet. Ahmed, the ring-leader of the Bedouin gang, held the young lieutenant upright. He inspected her whole package; Ellis spit at him and used her left leg to kick her aggressor in the groin. Ahmed was merely amused by Ellis’ aggression. He threw her to his left where she was caught by four more Bedouins. The ring-leader gave the Bedouins an order in Arabic; they ripped all of Ellis’ garments and accessories off. Ellis tried to punch and kick, but there were a dozen burly Bedouins grabbing and mounting her: they slapped, punched, always careful not to render her unconscious… Ellis screamed and her attackers laughed hysterically. She counted… she was raped by 23 different Bedouins over the next four hours. The men partied into the night. There was no need for ropes or restraints, Ellis was totally spent and humiliated. The 17 Bedouins who hadn’t raped her yet (all under the age of 16) were now closing in on the limp lieutenant. As the boys got closer, they began giggling. “Come on you motherfuckers! Try it! I’ll kill all of you.” The Bedouin boys didn’t understand Ellis’ threat and now closed the gap.

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Over the next three hours, they raped the young lieutenant. For seven of these boys, it was their first sexual experience. They were getting a standing ovation from the older Bedouins who were watching from nearby campfires. When all the children finished, they quickly lost interest in the battered lieutenant… All except 14-yearold Mohammad. When Ellis gingerly got up on all fours, Mohammad yelled: “Goal!” and kicked the humiliated lieutenant’s head so hard that she ended up flat on her back. Mohammad laughed. He pulled his pants down again and, after spitting on Ellis, urinated on her face. At sun up, the Bedouins broke camp and slowly trekked eastward. Again, Lieutenant Ellis got up on all fours and slowly crawled over to her Jeep. Even with two flat tires, she was determined to drive back to the Moroccan capital. Caked with dried Bedouin man and boy juices, dried sweat and dried blood, Ellis sat behind the wheel and fired up her vehicle. She got back to the road and drove westward toward Rabat. A beaming smile overtook Ellis’s bruised and sticky face as she thought that the number one item on her bucket list had been achieved before her 23rd birthday. That was four years ago! This was different… so different. She sought out the Bedouins in Morocco for the purpose of filling a sexual fantasy. Being raped by an Asian cunt wasn’t on her bucket list. Suyin Wong’s tongue penetrated Ellis’s lips. Gay Ellis thought about biting Wong’s tongue off, but couldn’t… The Asian thrust her pelvis into the sultry officer’s pelvis. However defeated and humiliated Ellis was, she was enjoying being Suyin Wong’s kinky sex-toy; enjoying even more than being raped by brutish Bedouins... Suyin Wong removed her tongue, licked Ellis’s face, then sat up and gave the army helicopter pilot a deviant smile. Shit!... thought Ellis…the Oriental bitch knows I like it!

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Chapter 34: Chinese Fire Drill What just happened? Captain Gay Ellis didn’t expect this result. After being raped, humiliated and owned in every way by the Asian cunt, the term “Chinese Fire Drill” was the only label she could attach to the last hour. The army bitch could feel the fluids caking on her skin; the morning sun reflected off her shiny nude body and her own blood mixed with blood from an unknown source (whose ever blood was covering the Asian cunt?), Suyin’s love juices, saliva and sweat, almost tickled as they either dried or hardened on her torso and face. The raid wasn’t a surprise… that, now, was obvious. Chinook #1, piloted by Ellis and the dweeb Mormon were assigned to drop nine Bolivian troops on top of the castle’s roof. These commandos would, then, invade the floors below to either capture or kill the Asian whore and preferably capture the man with the 12-inch dick. When Ellis brought her chopper to within eight feet of the roof, multiple explosions occurred. The force of the explosions disintegrated the floor of the Chinook, instantly charring all the Bolivians. Before the helicopter was propelled eastward and down into the castle’s courtyard, a small explosion cut the Mormon into several pieces. The windshield was shattered immediately as the bombs went off… Ellis was not smashed by the glass; the nubile army nymphomaniac was somersaulted through the air and onto a flower bed where she landed on her back… sore, but intact. On her back, alive and conscious, Ellis saw Chinook #2. This bird was assigned to land in the courtyard and deposit nine more heavily armed Bolivian troops. These troops would storm the castle from the front and lend support to the roof team. Chinook #2 touched down; it hit three land mines and blew to pieces. The two-man crew and nine Bolivian commandos on board were all vaporized in the explosion… Ellis thought it was a complete clusterfuck. SW DOUBLE EDITION

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The explosions continued and a severed arm fell from the sky onto Gay Ellis’ abdomen. The second and third fingers on this arm rested atop Ellis’ groin… One of the fingers still proudly wore a class ring from BYU and the sultry army officer recognized the arm as belonging to her Mormon co-pilot. Being groped in the crotch by a piece of a dead Mormon would pale in humiliation to what the Chinese whore was about to do with her. Still, Ellis knew there was a third Chinook but did not know its fate. She was quite sure it had met with a similar failure. As charred and burning helicopter parts surrounded her, Ellis smelled gasoline and burnt flesh. In this setting, her introduction to Suyin Wong occurred. After Ellis’ elongated and gratuitous rape, Wong sat up, still straddling her prey. Ellis looked into the cunt’s eyes. She knew what she was thinking: “Should I bitch slap her some more, or spit in her face again?” Wong would choose the spitting option, but before the Asian saliva was propelled into Ellis’ eyes, the army bitch caught sight of a figure over Wong’s bare left shoulder. It was him… the man with the 12-inch dick! Though her bucket list got shorter after being gang raped by Bedouins in Morocco, Ellis made a mental note to add the 12-inch dick to it just before Wong’s spit shut her eyes. The Asian didn’t notice her determined smirk…

Chapter 35: Leaving Abilene Abilene, Texas had been a bum assignment for David Rodski. He had always wanted a ranch in Texas, but had to settle for a medieval castle. He knew the Obama Administration had put pressure on INTERPOL to “eliminate” him. His 12-inch dick saved him since his boss in Geneva, Beba Loncar, didn’t want to lose the services of this human dildo.

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Still, after the decapitation of Loncar, the massacre at INTERPOL’s Geneva Station and because of his love for his prisoner, Suyin Wong, Rodski had to get out of Dodge. He took off his stylish leather bomber-jacket and draped it over his naked prisoner… though, in reality, Wong had never really been a prisoner. Wong licked her lips. She stared into Rodski’s eyes after he draped the jacket over her. She wanted him now, but with their new conquest on the ground below them, she would be content on waiting a while. Both Rodski and Wong looked at the naked army captain laying at their feet. “We take her with us, I suppose?” Rodski had watched Wong rape her… and more importantly, not kill her. The Chinese assassin nodded: “She’s one of us now and, after she has your man meat inside her, she’ll obey both of us.” Suyin Wong was a woman with needs. She readily recognized Ellis as also being a woman with needs: “Tonight, we’ll do a threesome in a land called Duluth.” Ellis perked up. Wong and Rodski noticed this. David knelt down beside the conquered captain and stroked the side of her face. Ellis responded by licking the side of his hand. “Relax my friend, I’ll carry you! Regain your strength, you’ll need it for tonight!” Rodski gently picked up Ellis like a sack of potatoes and slung her over his shoulder: “I didn’t know a pretty gal like you would pilot a Chinook… Otherwise, I wouldn’t have put the bombs on the roof.” Rodski genuinely felt bad that his demolition work nearly killed the nymphomaniac beauty. Nils Nilsson gave Rodski an approving wink. He made his way behind the INTERPOL agent and, while joining the duo, slapped Ellis’ butt really hard. “Ahoy, lass!” yelled the sea captain. The thought of being gang raped by Nils Nilsson and a dozen other sailors almost brought Gay Ellis to orgasm.

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However, she stayed focused. First the threesome, then she’d explore Nilsson and hopefully his crew… Ellis supposed the salty dog must have had a burly crew somewhere. In Mandarin, Wong shouted: “我们走吧!”* No one understood her, but followed the Chinese assassin as she headed into the woods. Rodski trod gently; he wanted Ellis to be comfortable: “We have a two-mile hike… you rest… when we get there, you can help us fly a helicopter!” Chinook #3! Ellis wondered what happened. It was supposed to land in a clearing two miles from Rodski’s castle. Did Wong’s forces capture it? Did she have her own army waiting in the clearing? Ellis would soon find out. The two-mile hike took 12 minutes. Ellis saw the Chinook nestled in the center of the clearing unharmed. Where was the crew? Where were the Bolivians? She, then, heard moans and high-pitched cries emanating from inside the Chinook. It sounded as if a monster-orgy was taking place. “I think they’re busy… we will wait a few minutes.” Wong was calling the shots. “Busy? Who? Doing what?” Weakly, Ellis spoke for the first time since Wong raped her. Wong looked pleased that Ellis seemed to be coming down from the sexual satisfaction she levelled at her. Rodski put the naked Ellis down. He rested her upright against a tree. Suyin Wong sat down next to Ellis and caressed her face: “Welcome back, my love!” The Chinese vixen was indeed happy Ellis was recovering. A threesome in Duluth awaited and, besides, she saw her and Ellis becoming great friends: “Maryeve and Deputy Bobbi are getting to know the crew! From the sounds of it, they are getting to know them quite well.” “Where are the Bolivians?” Ellis was genuinely curious, especially since she didn’t see any signs of carnage. *(“Let’s go!”, Ed)

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“Walmart!” Wong’s response was matter of fact. Ellis didn’t push her for elaboration. 15 more minutes passed… when, through an open door on the side of the helicopter, Miss France, Maryeve Valmont, shakily climbed out and limped over to Rodski, Ellis, and Wong. “Wow!” Ellis looked at Maryeve and wondered if the Duluth threesome could be enhanced to a foursome. “Where’s Deputy Bobbi?” asked Rodski to the French beauty. “She’s still in there. Captain Gabowski… or the Gab-man as we call him… is helping her clean all of his man juices off her face. He had a lot of it and Bobbi could only swallow so fast.” Rodski nodded… he understood. At this point, a naked soldier stumbled out of the chopper: “Oooh, Lieutenant Mangrove! Just a minute, I’ll help you!” Maryeve ran back to the chopper, slung one of Mangrove’s arm over her shoulder and walked him to the tree: “This is Lieutenant Mangrove… he brought me to orgasm three times over the last half hour.” Mangrove saluted. Rodski and Nilsson gave him an approving nod. Ellis indignantly chirped up and hissed at Maryeve: “You got him to give you three orgasms!?!” She, then, looked at Mangrove with anger and shrieked: “Three! What?… I wasn’t good enough for you?” Wong, and Maryeve awkwardly pretended there was something in the sky that interested them. Maryeve braced for a cat-fight. Ellis looked at Maryeve and said: “Okay bitch! Give me an hour and I’ll bring you to orgasm four times!” Maryeve was surprised. She didn’t expect this offer.

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Wong interceded: “Not here! First thing’s first, we get to Duluth, tonight. Then, we’ll all come to orgasm in some cheap hotel room… All night! Do I make myself clear?!” Wong directed her next question to Ellis and Mangrove: “Can you get us from Kansas to Duluth in that thing?” She gestured to the Chinook. “Kansas!?!” interrupted David Rodski. The Chinese beauty realized she goofed: “Ah!… I mean Texas.” Mangrove and Ellis were about to correct Wong, but Nils and Maryeve motioned for them just to go with the geographic charade. The sea captain directed an aside to both lieutenants: “Ah! Yes... you will have to excuse her, she’s from China.” Wong continued: “We need to catch an ore carrier tomorrow afternoon. We need to get to Duluth.” Maryeve placed her right hand on Mangrove’s growing man organ. Rodski began caressing Ellis’ groin. Both Mangrove and Ellis, in matching high-pitched voices, shrieked: “Yes!” Still in a high-pitched tone, Mangrove asked: “Duluth? Isn’t that in Michigan?” “Minnesota!” David Rodski was yelling. A pet peeve of Rodski’s was geographical ignorance. Alas, the public schools just didn’t teach geography anymore. “Ah!… same thing!” Mangrove was from Florida, anything near the Great Lakes was the same. At this point, a naked Deputy Bobbi and a naked Captain Gabowski exited the Chinook. Bobbi’s face was clean, though her blonde hair was matted with damp semen: “I need an ice bath, Maryeve!” Bobbi’s limp suggested her sex with Gabowski was rough and passionate. Gabowski looked at Ellis. The naked captain growled at him. She had tried to engage in passionate sex with him for the past year, but was rebuffed: “I thought you were gay!”

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Gabowski looked at the naked Ellis: “I thought I was too… then I met a real woman… Robbie!” Deputy Bobbi instantly corrected him: “Bobbi!” The former homosexual looked at Bobbi Sue Langdon, stuck his tongue out, wriggled it a few times and responded: “Whatever!” “Hey, Captain Ellis!” Gabowski never liked Ellis. He was about to fire a volley in her direction: “Maybe Robbie, here, can teach you a couple of moves?” Ellis’ face turned beet red. She sprung up and tried to strangle Gabowski. Gabowski just laughed. He caught Ellis as she sprung at him, then, hurled her back to the ground. Suyin Wong and Maryeve pounced on Ellis. They needed Ellis to calm down: “Ignore him, my love!” Maryeve’s French accent was hypnotizing: “I have a special surprise for you. When we get to Duluth, you, me, and Deputy Bobbi will share some Mr. Bubble in the bathtub.” A bubble bath with these two beauties!... Ellis was now beaming. She wondered if this would occur before or after her promised threesome. Deputy Bobbi had to end all this nonsense: “Listen up! Those Bolivians, right about now, are going to realize the maps we gave them are horse shit! They’ll be pissed that they aren’t at Walmart. They will be heading back here. I suggest we take off.” Captain Gay Ellis sized up Bobbi; the deputy would feel so nice in a bubble bath… Still, Captain Ellis felt duty bound to let her new friends in on an unpleasant reality: “I hate to throw cold water on all of this, folks…” Suyin Wong gave her a sad look while Miss France brightened, remembering the ice baths she shared with Deputy Bobbi. “We won’t even make it to Nebraska…” said Ellis. Suyin Wong, looking very dejected. She turned to the man she loved with all her heart and asked the obvious question: “What is this Nebraska she speaks of?”

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David Rodski looked reassuringly at his BDSM queen and gently schooled her: “It’s where The Wizard of Oz took place.” Deputy Bobbi rolled her eyes. She was about to correct the INTERPOL agent when Maryeve stopped her by putting her fingers on the deputy’s shoulder and, for good measure, dragging them downward over her left breast. Suyin looked hurt. Ellis assumed it was because the Chinese assassin just realized her plan would not work. In reality, Suyin was a little hurt because Captain Ellis underestimated her. The nymphomaniac, with gang rape fetishes, went back to talking: “Right now, at Fort Leavenworth, a deviant colonel named McNamara and an insane Bolivian named Abe… or something like that… are sending air support. They will shoot that last Chinook down before it gets a mile from this clearing.” Suyin Wong smiled and moved toward Captain Ellis so, she was cuddling next to the nude nymphomaniac. Ellis kept talking but a lot softer as Wong had moved her face to within a few inches of hers: “They’re going to shoot us down.” Suyin grinned seductively. She began licking Ellis’ lips. After about 15 seconds, the Chinese seductress inserted her tongue into the sultry officer’s mouth. Gay Ellis started to moan. Mangrove and Gabowski, watching this, also moaned. Eventually, Suyin Wong withdrew her tongue. As she did, saliva dripped out of Ellis’ mouth. Suyin waited a full 30 seconds… When the lieutenant came back down to Earth, she softly cooed: “No, they’re not!” Ellis didn’t want to know what Suyin Wong knew, but she was confident her colonel would soon die horribly. The Asian looked up, licked Ellis’ saliva from her own lips, and lovingly told Rodski in Mandarin: “我们走吧!”* Rodski had no idea what Wong just said, but had a pretty good guess. He motioned for Nilsson. *(“Let’s go!”, Ed) SW DOUBLE EDITION

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Nils Nilsson came over to Captain Gay Ellis who was starting to get up: “Hold it, lassie! Allow me!” Nils scooped up the nude nymphomaniac and carried her over to the Chinook. Ellis gazed into the eyes of Nils. She instantly fell in love with him. The odor he emanated acted as an aphrodisiac to the nympho. She became entranced as she breathed in Nils’ scent. She sniffed three times and asked: “OLD SPICE? OLD SPICE really turns me on.” Nils shyly giggled: “It’s my own concoction… three parts OLD SPICE, one-part OLD MILWAUKEE.” “I want you! I want you now!” Ellis believed in being direct. “Your wish is my command! There is a tarp at the back of that bird over there… not that privacy is required with this crew.” Hence, it was decided Mangrove and Gabowski would pilot the bird.

Chapter 36: Boom! Lt. Colonel Burnside McNamara sat at his desk fantasizing about raping Captain Gay Ellis. In this particular fantasy, Ellis was showering and splashing mango shower gel all over her naked body when… The fantasy was interrupted by his secretary, Brenda White. Since the attack on Suyin Wong was a dismal failure, McNamara assumed Captain Ellis and all the Bolivians were dead. Of course, he wasn’t quite correct in his assumptions: Gay Ellis now belonged to a different army and, as for the Bolivians, only 18 were dead. Nine (the ones who occupied the third Chinook) were following a map to Walmart. Unfortunately, they were all illiterate and were currently lost in a flooded cornfield, two miles from Interstate 70. “I have a telegram and a package for you sir.” Brenda had that look of love… McNamara went around the side of his desk, grabbed Brenda by the neck and threw her on his writing table.

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She instantly rolled over and pleaded: “No, Sir! Please, no!” The plea was ignored. McNamara ripped open his secretary’s light green satin blouse exposing her red lace bra. Before she could utter another word, he delivered a backhanded slap to the right side of her face, then, stinging from the blow, pulled Brenda’s tight, black leather mini-skirt up to her hips, spread her legs, ripped her fishnet stockings and proceeded to rape her. After several minutes, the whimpering Brenda began sobbing uncontrollably. The sobbing was interrupted with a knock on the door… “Who the fuck is that?” Brenda was not amused: “Why are we always interrupted? It better not be your wife!” Brenda hated threesomes; if McNamara’s wife was on the other side of the door, she would insist on a threesome and would proceed to deliver another beating to Brenda. McNamara remembered: “Shit! Ed the Bolivian, that dimwit colonel is here.” “Who the fuck invited him? I’m damn sick of screwing Bolivians!… I went through all 27 of them. I’ll be on penicillin for months!” Brenda realized she had said too much. “What!?” McNamara seemed surprised. Her blouse torn open, the half-naked Brenda slid off the desk, then, pulled her skirt back down: “Er… nothing… Forget I said anything!… Come in!” Brenda needed to get the subject off of her fucking Bolivian troops. She took it upon herself to invite Colonel Abaroa in. The Bolivian colonel stormed in and began screaming: “My men are all dead! What is going on!” Brenda went over to Abaroa. She started massaging his groin. The Bolivian looked like Antonio Banderas when he was angry… This move calmed him down. Knowing Abaroa wasn’t going to like what McNamara was about to tell him, Brenda undid his fly and reached in for some Bolivian sausage.

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“Don’t worry Colonel! Those troops were useless… you are better off with them dead. We’ll get you Delta Force to get your beaches back.” Abaroa was now moaning; his penis had found its way into Brenda’s mouth. McNamara figured he had a few minutes to read the message Brenda had brought in. “Yeah, yeah!… You enjoy yourself over there… I need to read this telegram.” TO: LT COLONEL BURNSIDE MCNAMARA, COMMANDER INTERNATIONAL DRUG INTERDICTION TASKFORCE US ARMY FORT LEAVENWORTH KANSAS DEAR COLONEL STOP BOOM STOP LOVE SUYIN WONG STOP FROM: SUYIN WONG, ABILENE “What the fuck does this mean?” were the last words ever uttered by Lieutenant Colonel Burnside McNamara. Meanwhile, Caleb Weatherall had wondered if he would see or at least hear the explosion… 500 yards after exiting Fort Leavenworth, he did… The explosion was loud. Hearing it over his TOYOTA Prius engine (a WESTERN UNION fleet car) was easy. A glance in his rear-view mirror revealed a giant fireball emanating from the center of the army base... The WESTERN UNION telegram delivery man had mixed feelings. He was happy that some bad people who wanted to hurt Suyin Wong were now dead. Hence, the delivery of the telegram with a small package containing an explosive. He would do anything for the Chinese nymphomaniac… she had changed his life. But he was also sad. He was sad Suyin Wong and David Rodski were leaving because he would never see them again… He was sad that Brenda White was blown up in the explosion as well… The perky, nymphomaniac secretary of Lt. Colonel Burnside took a liking to Caleb. Before she would sign for the telegram and package, she insisted on giving him oral sex. SW DOUBLE EDITION

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She made Caleb slap her silly and throw her down on the floor. She got up on all fours and ordered Caleb to slap her posterior. She barked, over and over… Brenda White signed for both the telegram and package, after several minutes of this. This was against WESTERN UNION policy and Caleb knew if his bosses found out, he would be reprimanded. Still, there was no saying “No” to Brenda White and that alluring tight, black, leather mini-skirt… Brenda performed brilliantly but though she knew what she was doing, especially with her fingers, tongue and breathing, she didn’t compare to Suyin Wong. She wasn’t finished and Caleb needed her signature… As he left the office, Caleb Weatherall sadly thought that Suyin would have liked Brenda White… Oh, well!... No time for tears!… Brenda was on her way to nymphomaniac heaven. Trying to forget about Brenda, Caleb, decided to take the afternoon off… He left Fort Leavenworth with firetrucks and ambulances racing onto the base and decided to surprise Corinne. Corinne Willoughby had left her job at the clerk’s office. She had changed her name to Lorna Midnight. Corinne, or Lorna, was now a featured dancer at The Hangar Club in Dickinson County. Her whip and leather BDSM outfits were a hit with the adult male population of central Kansas… Caleb turned onto the highway and once again thought about Brenda White. Lorna would have liked her but the chance of a threesome was now out of the question.

Chapter 37: Duluth Bound The Chinook didn’t offer the most comfortable setting for deviant sex but Nils Nilsson and Gay Ellis immediately found a large tarp at the rear. Nils lay Gay on the floor and pulled that tarp over the two of them. Already naked, the army nymphomaniac was able to strip the sea captain of his clothes in less than a minute. As Ellis’ mouth found Nil’s penis and as Nils’ right hand found Ellis’ groin, the duo was momentarily interrupted…

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Deputy Bobbi was beginning to feel very amorous when the engine roared and the rotors began whirling. The blonde former cheerleader ripped off her skin tight body suit, then, strutted over to the pulsating tarp at the rear of the aircraft. Before she could say anything, Ellis reached out from underneath the blanket and grabbed her ankle. In one short, powerful jerk, Bobbi was pulled underneath the tarp…

[The remainder of Chapter 37 has been censored by The European Union Council of Standards and Decency, Brussels, Belgium pursuant to the United Nations Treaty Against the Exploitation of Women and Human Trafficking]

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Chapter 38: Lai Lai Zhen and Hu Xi Nils Nilsson had seedy contacts all over the world. They all owed him favors. Mega-favors… Suyin Wong and David Rodski were now on so many law enforcement lists that displayed their pictures and the words “WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE”… Suyin and Nils planned for this; the Chinese assassin even gave some input as to their new identities to her and Rodski. She received a new Chinese passport, a driver’s license with a Shanghai address and a few other assorted documents… Her new name was Lai Lai Zhen. Nils’ contacts came through in grand fashion. “Wait a minute!” Rodski perused his new documents. He now was… Swiss! The hulking, former INTERPOL agent was now… “Hu Xi!... Do I look like a Hu Xi?!” Suyin Wong had so much to tell David. The legend of Lai Lai Zhen and Hu Xi was something that he was not ready to hear: “There! There, my love! Hu Xi is a fine name, and yes, you do look like a Hu Xi.” Rodski looked skeptical: “Well, just call me HX!” “I’ll call you Hu Xi.” said Suyin temptingly. David picked up on her seductive tone and moved his chair closer to his love. Suyin also moved in closer. She licked Rodski’s lips… The beers arrived. “OLD MILWAUKEE all the way around!” The scantily clad waitress at this dive in Duluth was Suyin’s type… and David’s type… and Nils’ type… and Deputy Bobbi’s type… and Maryeve’s type… and Gay’s type… and the two army pilots Mangrove and Gabowski’s type. All made mental notes to grab the perky red headed waitress before the end of the night and rape the shit out of her.

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Collette Richardson was a student at The University of Minnesota-Duluth (an Economics major). She was beautiful and promiscuous. As she laid a boat load of mugs filled with Nils Nilsson’s favorite brew in front of everyone at Table 9, she felt them all undressing her with their eyes. Collette had never participated in an orgy but began fantasizing about an orgy with the group. Little did she know that this is indeed what would unfold. When Collette passed next to Nils and put the last mug down, the salty sea captain slapped her butt… It was a tight butt that wore Colette’s shiny tight, white short-shorts very nicely. “What’s your name lass?” “Collette!” the waitress’ groin was getting damp. Nils staked his claim; he would be the first one to tap into Collette Richardson. Deputy Bobbi and Gay Ellis were jealous… they realized they would have to move faster in the future… Nils pulled Collette onto his lap and she began licking his left ear: “Now, this one is for you, my lass.” Nils bellowed another old sea ditty: “How dry I am, how dry I am…” Collette was now panting and licking harder up and down Nils’ cheek.

“It’s plain to see just why I am, no alcohol in my Bourbon…”

The 75 patrons imbibing at The Duluth Rascal also joined in. Suyin began massaging David’s groin and Gay Ellis slid her hand down Mangrove’s pants. Captain Gabowski was enjoying his first oral sex episode with Maryeve… When Deputy Bobbi joined in, Gab-man nearly fainted.

“And that is why, so dry I am. Oh nobody knows, how dry I am.”

The patrons were roaring and hoisting their glasses. Collette unzipped Nils fly, then, slid her left hand into it. Mangrove and Gabowski already ejaculated… amateurs! The rest of the gang drained their OLD MILWAUKEE.

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When Nils began groping Collette’s breasts, which were on display now, Suyin went over to the bar and gave the bar tender a $100 bill for the use of Collette for the rest of the evening. In reality, the bar tender would never see Collette again; Suyin had plans for her. “After we leave this establishment, my love, there will be no more David and no more Suyin.” The Chinese assassin had never had to change her identity before but, deep inside her, she felt a magnetic pull, a strong one, to the soul of Lai Lai Zhen. David didn’t care as long as Suyin, or Lai Lai, was part of him: “Hi Xu at your service, my lady!” Suyin Wong smiled and corrected the love of her life: “It’s Hu Xi, but we’ll have plenty of time to practice saying that!” David, feeling clever, added: “Hu Xi wants to lay Lai Lai…” “Awwwww! I love you so much! You say the sweetest things.” David waxed poetic and Suyin had tears in her eyes. While the love birds were cooing, Nils brought Collette to orgasm twice with his right hand: “All right matees!” Nils got up and flipped Collette over his right shoulder: “Time to move out! We have a big day tomorrow and a busy night ahead of us.” Collette was numb and almost unconscious. The night was busy, in 75 minutes the group of psychotic nymphomaniacs would be at sea. The largely longshoremen crowd at The Duluth Rascal moaned in disappointment… “Ahoy Matees!” Nils had curried his new seamen friends’ favor with song and wily tales of his voyages through the world’s oceans, he would offer them these words of departure: “I’ll see you on the other side of Saint Elmo’s!” The sea captain and his crew left The Duluth Rascal… they only needed to walk two minutes to arrive at the dock which held the ore carrier Edwin Fitzcarraldo… Captain Regis McLeod met them at the foot of the catwalk which led onto the massive ship.

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Nils handed him all their new identification papers. Captain McLeod handed them right back: “I trust you mate!” McLeod did trust Nils; he remembered the pickle the sea captain got him out of in a Jakarta brothel in 1988. Gay Ellis, having missed the opportunity to be the first one to finger Collette, wasn’t going to allow another opportunity to slip away. She immediately bolted up the cat-walk. McLeod looked alarmed and called after her: “Oh Missy, wait! Those boys, up there, haven’t seen a woman in over 90 days!” Nils smiled. He put his hand on McLeod’s arm: “No worries Captain! She’ll go easy on them!” Ellis sprinted onto the deck. She found two burley seamen and attacked them. She began scratching and punching. Soon, another two seamen ran over… now four very frisky seamen who hadn’t seen a woman in three months since Buenos Aires, actually, ripped off Gay’s clothes. With the former Chinook pilot, they tied Ellis’ arms and legs to different hatches, spread eagle on the deck of the Edwin Fitzcarraldo and gang raped the army bitch several times over the span of the next half hour. “Awwww! She’s happy now!” Suyin was glad that Gay was showing some enthusiasm and initiative. “Captain McLeod, thank you so much for taking care of us.” Captain McLeod was about to answer the Chinese vixen but, instead, he began to moan: Deputy Bobbi had crawled up to him, unzipped his fly, grabbed his man organ and applied aggressive oral sex to it. On her side, Suyin wanted to ask McLeod if there was anything she could do for him… like deviant sex… but she thought it better to ask later. Maryeve found a pool table and coaxed five seamen to rape her on it… she would enjoy telling Gay about this; the army captain only had four attackers!

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The French drained the man juices from all five of her attackers. The men went to work on her with the pool cues… Maryeve had only been brought to orgasm by pool cues a few times in her life; she enjoyed recapturing those memories. Deputy Bobbi continued working on Captain McLeod and Nils got his permission to lead the mighty ship away from the docks in Duluth, Minnesota eastward into Lake Superior. The ore carrier would eventually make its way through a couple of Great Lakes canals and then up the Saint Lawrence River. Ultimately the hulking ship would rendezvous with the mysterious rust bucket, The Icelandic Dawn, in the north Atlantic. Suyin and company would rejoin the Asian’s old friends there and introduce them to David. Suyin knew Somalin would love David; she couldn’t wait to share him with The Himalayan Devil Woman… Before that rendezvous, there would be one brief stop. “We have an appointment in Montreal, my love.” Suyin gave David a couple of forged and scanned documents that Nils’ contact had provided them. It was a marriage license from Quebec. The marriage license was good for 90 days. Suyin and David (or according to the documents, Lai Lai and Hu) would be married in Montreal. David perused the documents. He drew Suyin close to him, then, he began groping her and kissing her face and neck. “First, we get married, then, you meet Somalin… and then, we have a honeymoon.” Suyin was panting as David’s hands knew what turned the Chinese vixen on. “Honeymoon? Where to my precious?” David didn’t care, though the answer to that question would get him very curious. “Venus!” Suyin was now through with talking; she undid David’s belt even before they got off the deck of the Edwin Fitzcarraldo. David forgot he had placed the moaning Collette at their feet when he began embracing Suyin. The two looked down at the aroused waitress from The Duluth Rascal. The waitress was sweating and reaching for both of them. Suyin and David grabbed her arms, lifted her back to her feet, and went to find an empty room for a threesome.

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Afterward The Icelandic Dawn was now hovering around Newfoundland… waiting. Miss Canada had just returned from her Geneva mission. Miss Uruguay was happy to see her. The two compared notes about murdering INTERPOL vermin and nail polish. After much giggling, they went to find some burly seamen for deviant sex. In the hold at the bottom of the rust bucket of a freighter lay hundreds of chambers incubating. Inside each chamber something was taking form and growing rapidly. The specimens had started making sounds… Jari Sundin was pleased. The detached head of the great geneticist was feeding instructions to Miss Uruguay and Miss Canada. Each day, the two pageant babes were making adjustments of temperature and the amount of nutrients supplied to the specimens in the chambers. Somalin never met either Miss Canada or Miss Uruguay but both beauties developed an affection for her; Suyin Wong had told the ladies stories of their madcap adventures and about her vicious demise at the hands of Miss Sweden… The two pageant babes were excited for Suyin to arrive back at the ship with Jari’s new plaything… some INTERPOL skank! With a new skank for Jari, this meant Miss Sweden’s head could be tossed into the Atlantic… thereby completing Somalin’s vengeance. While Miss Canada was whipping and arousing a burly deckhand and Miss Uruguay was sucking all the juices out of the man organ of another sailor, the specimens in the chambers continued to make weird squeals and moans…

Chamber number 135 contained what had grown into the biggest specimen… Its moans and squeals evolved into something more of a voice. A careful ear, pressed against chamber 135 would have heard: “Lai Lai Zhen.”

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THE XTREM COLLECTION BIO CHRIS ZISI

About Christopher Zisi Christopher Zisi is an American horror writer from Fredericksburg, Virginia. In 2013, he created the blog "Zisi Emporium for B Movies" which showcases his thoughts and witticisms of horror, exploitation, and science fiction films. To date, over 1600 films have been reviewed on this blog. Mr. Zisi has published several books including four in The XTREM COLLECTION by CREATORS UNITE. Those books are The Himalayan Devil Woman, The Ghosts Of Brisbane, Abilene-The Bondage Of Suyin Wong, Patricia M-The Perils Of A Sultry Stewardess. Before writing about horror full time, Christopher Zisi was a Special Agent for the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI). During his 25-year career with the FBI, Zisi conducted drug and organized crime investigations in the Baltimore Division and eventually moved to the FBI's training academy in Quantico, Virginia. At Quantico, he taught Interviewing and Interrogation, Detection of Deception, and also issues related to police involved shootings. The FBI sent Zisi to over 25 countries (including Vietnam, Cambodia, Guyana, Poland, The Maldives, and Brazil) to instruct on interrogation and detection of deception. Christopher Zisi travels the world seeking inspiration and plot ideas for future works. He has visited all 50 states and during his trip to Alaska in 2018, found inspiration for his upcoming novel, The Vixen Of Vladivostok. He also spends a significant portion of his year in Kansas, visiting his son. It was in Kansas where he drew inspiration for his book, Abilene-The Bondage Of Suyin Wong.

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