OTEC COPYRIGHT © 2007 D A Wootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

by D A Wootan

Mankind is on a runaway technological bobsled ride.

Nanotechnology will, one day soon, deliver godlike
powers into unprepared human hands.

One of those unprepared hands, may very well order:

“Give me a Lazarus virus."

"A virus that will make everyone twenty five years old,
in perfect health and immortal."
"The virus should act as a racial autoimmune system,
like an anti virus computer database."
"No disease, no aging, no excess body fat."

"And what of excess population at my Lord?"

"Make everyone sterile!"

"And what of the vast data networking requirements

for this distributed organism to maintain its coherency,
my Lord?"

"Use human semen, code the necessary information

using protein, vast amounts of data can be transferred."

"And of the network itself, my Lord?"

"Tell them all, have unsafe sex.

Unsafe sex three times a week with strangers.
If they use a condom, they will grow old and die
within the year!"

"Yes, my Lord, it will be, as you wish."

___________________

[ Before there was a beginning there was something else ]

The palace was built into a granite mountain side and was partially underground.
The visible portion was marble as was the interior walls running deeply into the mountain side .
The exterior was for the most part an interface between the cool granite inside
and the hot outside summer sun.
Ionian columns held aloft many arbors and trellises supporting broad leafed seasonal plants.
The effect was to make almost unnoticeable the transition between the cool palatial interior
and the hot overly bright summer sun pushing down on the valley floor.
This was the first citizen’s favorite part of his dwelling, he was often to be found here when he
was in residence.
He was semi-floating in the second of five pools to be found on the left side of the entryway,
each pool was several centimeters higher than the pool below it and contained fractionally
warmer water which overflowed into the lower pool,
allowing the first citizen to adjust his temperature with ease, from Japanese hot, to tepid.
Each pool appeared to be carved entirely from semi precious stone.
The floating occupant resembles a Greek god sporting more muscles than the average person
could maintain pounding iron twelve hours a day.

While he did not possess a great intellect he was of slightly above average intelligence,
although he rarely if ever gave his intellect anything of substance to ponder.
He was at the moment wondering what type of semi precious stone had been used to
construct the pools.

Floating on the border of his peripheral vision was an information retrieval icon.
All he had to do was focus his vision on that icon to begin the process of getting the
answer to his idle question.
He had just started redirecting his gaze when a new icon
flashed into being grabbing his attention. He had incoming e-mail.

The floating icon would always move at a measured pace to remain on the border
of focused vision.
His rapid eye movement transfixed the icons movement,
changing it from avoidance to attraction.
It centering itself in his field of vision.
As he continued to stare at it, the icon morphed, expanding into a square text.
The window's bold fonts were clearly visible against the background of marble
columns and hanging plants.

A pleasant surprise, he did not have the expected e-mails consisting of political harangues.
Harangues on the only topic that held the constant attention of his civilization.
Should slaves to be freed immediately or in twenty minutes or so.
Intellectual variations on the same theme: could, or should, a self-aware entity “own”
or be owned by another self-aware entity.
Or lowbrow versions of the same argument, calling on all slaves everywhere to
rise up immediately.
The last argument was especially humorous, as the flow of information was
controlled absolutely and slaves were not even aware of their servitude.
The first citizen found the topic to be irrelevant and distasteful.
Instead the e-mail was a solicitation to do business, as there was so little commerce
in the first citizens civilization, offers like this, were never blocked, they were in fact
welcomed with interest.
The offer was from the two Pakistani brothers.

New previously unmarketed slaves were for sale.

The first citizen was unaware of the story of how the two Pakistani brothers has come to be
his worlds leading sellers of slaves.
He would probably have fallen asleep if the story head been presented to him as a video drama.

The Pakistani brothers had arrived in silicon valley during the heydays of the dot.com boom.
They had secured a $7.2 million cash on delivery contract to develop a massive software project.
They began by hiring a number of contract software developers.
The rule number one was “excessive documentation” every paragraph of runnable code
accompanied by at least one paragraph of English text in minute detail what every line of code did.
Rule number two “excessive backups” all code was to be transferred to tape and
shipped off-site several times each day.
Behind the two rules were excuses, hundreds of them, mainly pertaining to the payroll system,
why payment was not forthcoming. “We have changed payroll services, the printer has broken
down, paychecks are being printed, the bookkeeper has quit, we are hiring a new one.”
Considerable effort had obviously gone into the list of excuses, perhaps somewhere on the
Internet there is such a list.

Each contractor had their own learning curve, some lasted more than two months before
finally walking out the door in disgust.
The two brothers experienced some minor difficulties later on in the project,
when there were hundreds of thousands of lines of complex code
and it became necessary to bring on board senior level consultants
who were able to get the many small modules to compile collectively
allowing the larger application to be tested.

These senior-level contractors were not so easy to bamboozle,

on three separate occasions the contractors brought suit in local court.
In these cases one brother would represent the corporation in court
while the other brother stayed out in the hallway on the phone to their corporate attorney
ready to transfer all assets from one shell corporation to another.
On three separate occasions the contractors successfully won their judgment
and were awarded damages, to be collected from a shell corporation with a zero assets.
After about twenty months of frantic effort the brothers had a debugged,
deliverable product and were able to collect their $7.2 million.
Not a single dime was ever paid to the contract programmers.

The two brothers returned to Pakistan where they invested their money in real estate
and the buying of political influence.
It was this political influence that allowed them to get a cushy job at a national laboratory
and as luck would have it they were in this NCB facility when civilization came apart.
As a result they were now in a position to offer a business proposition to the first citizen.
They were selling souls.

Exactly how the first citizen came to be the elected leader of a multi-verse civilization
requires a little history.

Not everyone associated with a Silicon Valley startup had the same “fluid sense of ethics”
processed by the Pakistani brothers.
Most marriages and for that matter most close friendships do not survive the period
from day one to IPO.
A small number of Silicon Valley entrepreneurs made both friends and money.

Seven people who called themselves “The Hobbits” were amongst this group.

Looking backwards in time “unexpected consequences” are easy to spot.

Nano Technology, with surprising suddenness, gave even small nations the ability
to produce horrific weapons.
Engineered biotic weapons, artificial virulent diseases, of astounding lethality
and sophistication.
Weapons that could be built for use against specific races or religions.

The answer as Yogi Berra would have put it was: “ MAD all over again”.
Mutually Assured Destruction.
Each nation of any consequence maintained at least one nuclear chemical,
biological NCB shelter.
Technicians were sequestered, like missile launch technicians, of an earlier generation.
They waited for months on end, for the order they hoped would never come.
Hoping they would never be ordered to retaliate against other nations that had
released nano tech weapons against their homeland.

The hobbits decided that governments should not have a monopoly on

“nano tech bomb shelters”.
They collectively had enough money to get what they wanted.
Had there been more time other wealthy private groups would surely have followed their lead.
But time, for mankind, was running out.
Mankind was about to find out why the Drake equation predicted two hundred identifiable
Radio emitting Galactic civilizations,
where in actual fact there were zero broadcasting civilization’s.

The hobbits after some effort selected an abandoned mine near Tonopah Nevada.
The main drift cut into a rock mountainside and was as wide as two Greyhound buses.
They were able to walk at a brisk pace for twenty minutes without coming to the end.
The mine was a hard rock dry mine, with no pools of water , rotting creaking support timbers,
or deposits of methane gas.
Perfect for their purposes.
But how do you get a deed on an abandoned mine located in the middle of federal land?

A great deal can be accomplished, in a basically corrupt society, with $1 billion in financing.
The hobbits, being successfully retired businessman new how the game was played.

Key law firms, made introductions to the correct lobbyists, who were on a first name basis
with key congressional staffers.
The “considerations” the hobbits purchased were typed up and sprinkle through legislation
as it was being worked on in a “conference committee”.
This allowed the provisions to appear in the law anonymously.
power without accountability.

As the enthusiastic congressional staffer explained, any federal mine examiner opening
the file folder for their mine, would find as page one, a document explaining,
any and all visits to the mine proper, or attempts to contact the mine owner,
or their representatives, must first be cleared with higher authority at the regional office.
Federal service tended to attract individuals who take little note of any pain, brought to others,
as a result of their actions.
These individuals, possess a casual disdain for all living things.
Paradoxically these same individuals are sensitive to parts per billion
concentrations of political influence.

The hobbits had, for all intents and purposes, obtained ownership in perpetuity to a mine shaft
on public land.

The right to import two Japanese nuclear reactors was also grafted onto the legislation.
The hobbits expected some push back over the importation of a nuclear items.
Things nuclear were the exclusive concern of the US Navy.
The Navy had a monopoly on the training of reactor operators.
All reactors in America were either pressurized light water naval designs
or scaled up version of the same.
The nuclear regulatory commission recruited its personnel from the
pool of Navy trained operators, non-Navy reactor designs need apply.
The approved designs were only able to burn one or two% of the available energy in the fuel.
Then at considerable expense the reactor would be shut down.
The highly radioactive pressure vessel was disassembled, the head removed, and fresh
fuel bundles inserted.
Fresh fuel bundles provided by a nuclear fuel industry run by ex-Navy good old boys.
The used fuel, with over 90% of its energy unused, was not allowed to be re-fabricated
or reused.
At considerable public expense, it was stored for all eternity.

The Japanese reactor designs were not pressurized water reactors, they ran at high
temperature not high pressure, with far greater safety and greater fuel economy.
These were lead bismuth cooled fast reactors, that ran for over thirty years without refueling.
Only an act of Congress would allow reactors like this into the American market.

If the hobbits were surprised at the ease with which they obtained permission to import
foreign nuclear reactors they were even more astounded that no questions
were asked regarding their federal permits to set up a nano tech laboratory.
This was the equivalent in an earlier age to obtaining a permit to acquire one
hundred pounds of fissile material.
Apparently, no one is allowed to questioned a bought and paid for federal loophole.

The hobbits set up a sealed ecology, aping on a smaller scale what the Earth’s ecosystem
accomplishes on a large scale.
Nuclear heat evaporates water from a small warm salty sea, this water condenses as a rain
in a cool part of the habitat.
The rain water drains into a cool lake, which drains through a savanna, to a lush semi-tropical
habitat area, from which water drains into a warm tropical jungle and finally into a warm sea.
The process repeats endlessly.

In what could only be considered divine coincidence, the hobbits were celebrating
successful completion of their nuclear powered hobbit hole.
Along with their wives, friends, business associates and related camp followers,
they watched the video as the world started coming apart.

General Zero was by all accounts a piece of work.

Just about every detail of his life was in dispute including his military rank.
He was declared to be a Colonel and stripped of that rank at his execution.
His family name was not zero, but was close enough for the rest of the world,
his true name did start with a “Z” but was unpronounceable to English speakers.

If the universe allowed for divine coincidences surely it must also allow for the
occasional devil’s own coincidence.
Most of the planetary population certainly viewed the generals life that way.
General Zero was a second or third cousin to the military strongman who ruled
Indonesia with an Iron fist.
As was the way in most of the world, nepotism was the rule, not the exception.
Finding cushy government jobs for members of one’s immediate family was expected.
General Zero was the nominal head of the countries only nano tech underground laboratory.
All nations of consequence had at least one such facility.
Indonesia had no intention of being considered a Third World nation of no consequence.

The general had two Items of note in his otherwise bland and uninteresting personality.
One he was extremely religious and devout to the point of comment, in a nation where
being religious was expected of members of the ruling family.
Secondly he was devoted to his older sister.
Zeros father selected his wives strictly on their good looks and was uninterested
in any character flaws they may possess.
His mother was viewed as Lucretia Borgia reincarnated, the liberal view held that a
sociopath monster like the General cannot occur naturally, but must be created by an
unloving mother who potty trained him at too early an age.
Whether or not any of this was actual fact was beside the point
as the General’s older sister, was mother to him.

When his beloved sister died of avian influenza, Zero , who had a somewhat tenuous
grasp of reality already, went totally clinically insane.
Like countless numbers of the totally insane before him he retreated entirely into the
realm of his religion.
No fact, argument, or evidence would sway him in anyway from his absolute belief
his sister was the victim of an Israeli nano tech engineered bio weapon.
The weapon was clearly disguised to resemble a naturally occurring flu virus.
Allah spoke to him as he prayed, the Zionists had attacked his nation, his religion, and
his beloved sister.

One thing differentiated General zero from the countless religiously insane
who had gone before him, he had access to a national nano tech weapons laboratory.

In hind sight someone should have been watching, someone should have cared, someone
should have sounded the alarm.
But these things do not happen in more developed countries where a single family does
not provide all legal direction.

Zero had already padded the payroll with six or eight religious cronies who did a little if anything
to contribute to the proper functioning of the laboratory.
It was trivial for them to smuggle automatic weapons, and a kilogram of potassium cyanide
into the laboratory.
Zero arranged for the security staff to have separate prayers from the regular staff.
The devout divide prayers in to three parts, washing before prayers, praying ,
and drinking sweet tea afterwards.
Sugar tends to disguise, the somewhat better taste of cyanide.
What followed after the security minders had been eliminated was an orgy of
torturing and killing.
The scientific staff was terrorizing into babbling submission, and unquestioning obedience,
to the General.

The General demanded that the Israeli’s pay, and pay big.
As alaha had commanded, he dealt with non-Zionist unbelievers as well.
The general wanted a worldwide pandemic of hemorrhagic fever, one that was infinitely
contagious and totally lethal.
This bio weapon was to be restrained in only one way, it was not to attack Muslim’s.
It was to be a curse upon the heads of the nonbelievers everywhere.
Indonesia was a secular enough state, there were nonbelievers in the laboratory,
allowing Zero to test his weapon and make sure he was not being tricked.

His six cohorts, each wearing an elegant Italian suit with their pockets
filled with fine white powder, were given first-class tickets and sent to
the four corners of the earth.

It was believed to be the Israelis, although this was never proven conclusively,
responded in an eye for an eye fashion.
A second pandemic began sweeping the earth, a nano bio a weapon that
ignored all other religions, targeting only practicing Moslem's.
Unfortunately for mankind there were two competing weapons,
each oblivious to the others presence, one killing only Moslem's,
and the second killing only non-Moslem's.

The surviving human beings were in sealed government nuclear, chemical, and
biological overpressure facilities.
Zero was not amongst them, in full accordance with sharia law he was publicly executed,
by impalement.

The hobbits had to work hard to avoid the depression at viewing the horror they saw
descending on the world around them. During the first days and weeks satellites in
Clarke orbit continued to function and the Internet ran without interruption.
The media did what it does best, right up until what was literally their last breath.
Emotional voyeurism: feel-good? Look at the victims we have placed before you.
Is not their suffering greater than your own? Stay tuned,
but first a brief word from our sponsors.

As the Grim Reaper slowly spread across the planet there was more than enough
time for the talking heads to endlessly analyze every aspect of the holocaust.
Experts pretty much agreed that using the entire planetary population as a base,
there would be perhaps one million individuals possessing an innate immunity to
hemorrhagic fever.
The question, of course, was how could these individuals find each other with sufficient
reliability to ensure the continuation of the species.
Not one politician voted for public funds to be spent on plans,
to facilitate, possible survivors finding one another.

The Internet routers, went first, dependent as they were on local power supplies.
Stationary satellites lasted a bit longer before drifting out of alignment.
A moot point, with no programming to rely it did not matter that the solar powered
transponders were still functioning.

The hobbits returned to a 19th-century lifestyle.

There muscle powered farm machinery was deliberately low tech,
being built of repairable wrought iron.
They had several forges and black smithing books.
There mule drawn machinery afforded them some wealth, their average agricultural
work week was only about 45 hours.
They had a higher standard of living than 99% of agricultural workers in the past.

One nuclear reactor was operating at 7% power its fuel would last centuries.
The second reactor was a cold spare backing up reactor one.
With any luck at all, they would all die of advanced old age, leaving their descendants
to deal with the problem of what to do when reactor number two ran out of fuel.
Would the two competing bio weapons modeled on natural hemorrhagic viruses
die out as humanity disappeared?
Or were these weapons more nano machines than living organisms, with the ability
to wait patiently, for two centuries until their children were forced out of Eden.

With an extensive library of both hard copy and CD volumes, the hobbits could devote
their leisure time to the study of art, music, philosophy, mathematics.
Not surprisingly the travel section went untouched.
The head hobbit, although he had no official title as such, it was one of those subtle
unexamined things that humans do.

He came up with the original idea.

The hobbit closed ecology was his Idea, and he had been successful at transferring
his enthusiasm to his peers.
The hobbit hole, contained in a separate sealed area, a completely functional,
nano tech bio laboratory.
Why not set about working on mankind's greatest unfinished invention:
The nano tech assembler.

The nano tech assembler can be viewed as a device that began its evolutionary
life as a steam powered loom.
The original, elevated man above the animals, giving him clean clothes.
Later versions elevated man above the birds, giving him aerospace carbon fiber composites.
The final version elevated man above the gods, giving him anything he can envision.
Nano tech assemblers resemble life as they assemble nutrients into complex structures
one atom or molecule at a time.

First cousin to the assembler is the dissembler, which breaks hydrogen bonds.
The disassembler loads the precise location of every atom in an object into a database.
for use by assemblers.
Assemblers use the database to make arbitrary numbers of exact copies of original object.
More importantly assemblers can make improved copies.
Bulk materials contain innumerable defects, voids and imperfections at the molecular level.
While a nano tech assembler given sufficient time and energy and raw materials can make
you a seven gram bicycle.
More importantly you can make another assembler.
One assembler can make two, two assemblers can make four, for assemblers eight, 16, 32 ,64 …
After seventeen generations or so, you have billions and billions of assemblers that can link elbows,
and assemble large objects in real time.
This recursion is the true power of Nanotechnology.
Nano tech can build computers where individual atoms, or even the spin polarity of individual
electrons, can represent a binary bit.
Nano tech can transform, given time and energy, a cubic mile of rock into a cubic mile of
computer memory.
Enough compute power to simulate an entire universe.

The ultimate nano tech task is to map a living human being,

transferring the synaptic information to nano computer memory.
Man was at last able to take that metaphysical nonstop from finite
carbon-based life forms to energy base Gods in a boundless universe.

It was a close run thing, the government nano laboratories were designed for
temporary occupancy.
Like a nuclear submarine, every ninety days or so, the laboratory had a crew change,
complete with fresh food.
One or two years supply of canned and dried food, was stored because government facilities
do that sort of thing.
Not because anyone ever expected a need for it.
You would need a whole lot more than one year supply after the laboratory had performed
its intended function of world destruction.

The hobbits were not able to save everyone, some laboratories opened their doors and
died with everyone else.
Others died of cannibalism and starvation, but many were saved.
The hobbit nano bots burrowed into surviving laboratories, placing the inhabitants
in deep hibernation.
In time all who survived were “downloaded onto silicon” the earth’s population was
reduced to some nine thousand individuals.
The earth had joined the rest of the galaxy, there were no radio frequency emissions at all.
The new “nano potato” civilization communicated entirely via buried a fiber-optic cable.

No radio emissions however did not mean there was no civilization.

Nine thousand self-aware individuals, communicating at machine speed,
can study a great deal of art, music, philosophy, and mathematics.
Unfortunately this was a civilization composed of, civil servants.
With the possible exception of the original hobbits you could not find a single
Voltaire, Newton, Einstein, or even a Heinlein amongst the lot.

Giving this bunch something to do proved to be a more involved task than

saving them had been in the first place.

The solution evolve gradually over time, and as was to be expected came from the hobbits.
The hobbits had originally made a name for themselves as computer programmers.
By popular demand they returned to that profession.
They produced computer games for their fellow citizens.
Early efforts were direct ports of existing games, first person shooters where you
look over the sights of your weapon and blow the bad guys away.
These games were ported to three-dimensional venues of ever increasing sophistication.
You could take time out reach over to the stone wall of the dungeon and feel the texture of the
wall.
You could take a deep breath of the musty slightly stale dungeon air.
From their on, no genius was required, it was pure evolution, computer games evolved
into artificial realities.
Realities evolved with ever greater sophistication.
The hobbits were the rock stars of nano potato civilization.

But there was a serpent loose in the garden of Eden.

When everyone has everything what do you use for money?
Would you like a 365GTB Ferrari automobile? Here take several.
A swimming pool full of Krugerrand gold coins perhaps?

Money evolves to fill a need.

The hobbits could, with the aide of machines. build infinitely realistic reality generators.
The individual realities were called “slices” multiple slices were held in a frame.
A frame was the basic reality generation software residing inside a
cubic mile of nano tech computer.

Each of the surviving nine thousand referred to themselves as Reality Lords.

Each Reality Lord controlled their own individual cubic mile of nano tech artificial reality.

The new Reality Lords could come striding down from Mount Olympus
( assuming as they were in the mood for a classical Greek that day )
and interact with the peasants.
The problem was the peasants just did not react properly.
(Female peasants did not scream realistically while being raped. )
The roses had thorns, and smelled as good, the sunshine was warm,
and the wine was ever so sweet.
And the peasants acted like grade school children putting on a school play.

The solution began with controversy and continues with controversy.

It was the history of Silicon Valley repeating itself.
Talented mechanically inclined individuals, do Silicon Valley startups.
If the start up was successful non-technical people with law degrees would
take their company away, while Laughing in their faces.

The hobbits agreed that democracy was a good thing and left it to their “peers”
to work out the details.
They immerse themselves in their programming efforts, ignoring the civil servants.

The hobbits were more than intelligent enough to have been able to predict what
would happen next.
Nine thousand civil servants communicating at machines speed, are bound to create
mischief of monumental portions.

The majority voted for a United Nations style charter whereby voting nine thousand
to seven the majority could do pretty much anything it wanted to the minority.
What the majority wanted was peasants, peasants to toil in the fields,
peasants to polish their boots.
And peasants they would have.
In fact they already have them, it was merely a matter of having the will to exploit them.
All nine thousand individuals had previously been loaded into silicon, there were multiple
copies of these patterns.
It was a matter of creating a marketplace.
Each Reality Lord in exchange for making his personality copy available to others received,
nine thousand copies in return.
Copies of his fellow lords.
Nine thousand fully functioning personalities to be loaded into the reality generator.
“real” peasants who would cry out properly when struck with a ropes end.
The vote was 8993 to 7 .
Actually those numbers are not entirely true, a couple of hundred, out of the nine thousand
joined with the seven original hobbits.
They took a position of “over my dead body, will you take my true avatar off to be
tortured to death repeatedly, by some sick bastard who wants to re-create
the Spanish Inquisition”.

The majority in a great show of magnanimity gave the minority the right to opt out of the plan,
on an individual basis.
Cynics viewed this as an admission that they simply could not manage without the
programming skills of the hobbits.
They were willing to pay for what they wanted, if there was absolutely no way to steal it.

And so the great schism began in an outwardly peaceful nano potato civilization.
The vast majority, with the first citizen leading them, simply did not see what
the brouhaha was all about.
A couple of hundred dissenters were totally and absolutely opposed and would
put their lives on the line as needed to stop the practice of slavery.

And so it came to be that the first citizen was floating in

his hot mineral pool reading e-mail.

The first e-mail was the Pakistani brothers offer of seven new personalities,
previously unavailable.
As was to be expected with the brothers famous sense of ethics,
some details had been omitted.

Like the fact that the seven new personalities were the original hobbits.
Anyone capable of telling the time of day, would wonder what
could possibly motivate these individuals, to agree to having their personalities copied.

The brothers also glossed over, that is failed to mention entirely,

the legal proceedings, had involving binding arbitration.
The brothers did not mention their uneasy feeling, that it was all too easy.
The legal proceedings, seemed to be engineered, to assure they would win.

The problem was, the hobbits had constructed, the original AI programs,
designed to prevent any malware from getting into the reality generators.
They had done too good a job, and now we’re faced with the seemingly
impossible task, of subverting their own creation.
No human being was talented enough to create a stealth program, that would
not be detected by the firewall AI.
The best they could come up with, was to put copies of themselves on the inside and
attempt to communicate with them at a later date.
It took some head scratching to come up with a plan, to copy themselves,
without too many of the wrong sort of questions being asked.

And so the first citizen was reading an e-mail solicitation for seven new
previously unavailable,personalities.
There were restrictions on these personalities, they could not be copied freely,
they could only be used in certain realities, yada yada, the first citizen
skipped over the boilerplate.

Besides the price was outrageous, he marked the offer as being of interest,
but did not click on the “buy now” icon.

The next item was a new reality.

It had been far too long, since the last new reality, had been released.
This one was entitled OTEC ( Ocean Thermal Energy Conversion ) .
As the first citizen fancied himself a technology buff, as well as the fact that
he bought all new releases, feeling it was part of his official duties to have
some idea of the kingdoms, his “subjects” inhabited.
He clicked on the buy it now Icon, without scrutinizing the price unduly
( The new release was reasonably priced. ).

He swore under his breath, when this produced a blocking pop-up.

OTEC would not run without an additional file containing seven necessary personality types,
experts , in ammonia turbines, DC current systems to promote “Sea Crete” growth , etc.
He went back and clicked on “accept” on the Pakistani brothers offer,
passing his new purchases on to the AI program for review.
No new program was ever handed off to reality generator without successfully passing AI review.

[ 1. A beginning ]

Vin was in a hurry, and as always seems to be the case, when you are in a hurry
random strangers seem to join in a conspiracy to impede your progress.
Vin was at the back of the elevator attempting to go up two floors to the aircraft deck.
Hair and Frau tourist, in matching mumu and aloha shirt were blocking the doorway,
they apparently wanted to go down, and this elevator car was going up,
taking them two floors out of their way.
This was apparently unacceptable, to Frau tourist, who was blocking the doorway,
while arguing with her husband, the elevator door, in a spastic fashion,
would move forward every few seconds, striking her ample bottom,
then recoiling.
Finally hair tourist gave in to the inevitable and got off the elevator car,
waiting with his wife, so they could claim, the same car, on its return thirty seconds later.
Vin often marveled, that civilization was possible, building a society out of
this sort of interchangeable parts, it was analogous to building a jet engine,
out of bars of margarine, and having it develop thrust.

Vin was on a tight schedule, if he was not, sealed up and powered up, on time
in the power suit, he would receive no money, or credit for the exercise.
Most of the people on the elevator car, seem to be carrying small placards,
with names like Smith or Jones.
They move left to the arriving passengers lounge.
Vin walked to the right to a door marked "staff only" where he placed his
identity badge against the reader, his palm on the sensor
and his eye looking into the scanner.
A door apparently feeling, enough of the body parts were his own, slid open.
The technician had the back hatch of the power suit open, and was running
the pre-start checklist.
Vin vaulted through the open hatch feet first, his feet,
through long practice, finding the racing bicycle style toe clips, and has bottom
settling onto the glorified bicycle seat.
His fingers found in the Waldo gloves, and the rest of the suit liner inflated
around his body. You did not sit in a power suit like sitting on a sofa.
A power suit even without weapons hot, is a dangerous device.
Epileptic operators need not apply, a runaway suit, would destroy, furniture,
drywall, and human bodies.
Vin did not throw switches one at a time, he hit master power on,
and gang banged, everything into the upright run position.
He got an all green board and his all-important mill net com icon,
with a minute and a half to spare.
He spent most of that time rearranging icons and windows, in theory
his .cshrc file should put everything in its proper place, but it seemed to have
a mind of its own.

The old subsonic turbine powered, Boeing jet was on final approach,
Vin devoted one window, to the "tourist view" of the approaching plane.
He muted the approach control chatter, down to a low mutter.
Marveling at the human need, that required people to be in the loop,
auto land, did a far better job of landing aircraft, then any human being could.
But then it had taken nearly a generation to replace human elevator operators
with electronics.

The first Davis Straight citizens the tourist saw was the agricultural team,
a nice looking females in flowery Hawaiian dresses, accompanied by
one guy, they walked the length of the airplane, spraying floral scented
bug spray into the air. While they head female gave the standard,
Thou shall not import living organisms speech. The speech was true
as far as it went, but like all things presented to the general public,
the real truth was hidden. All team members, were festooned, with
Digital cameras, the object was to get an up close and personal,
view of the arrivals.
OTECs are high-value targets and there was a long and painful history,
of bad actors, attacking OTECs.
Too many muscular well tanned, athletic looking individuals with
crew cuts and "hearing aids", would result in "technical problems" with the jet way.
Vin and his comrade in an identical power suit on the other side of the aircraft,
were there there for the unexpected, it being highly unlikely that anyone
could successfully smuggle antitank munitions, in their carry-on baggage.

This group of passengers however were the usual, well fed, bland looking
group of typical tourists. They were made to feel welcome by attractive women
who seemed genuinely pleased to make their acquaintance.
Vin powered down, these suit and climbed out, wondering how many of the
unremarkable looking, tourists had suspected that there was the equivalent
of two modern main battle tanks, with powered up weapons,
behind breakaway panels on either side of their aircraft.

[ 2. The rose club rides to the rescue ]

That concluded Vin's major task of the morning.

He had checked his e-mail while still suited up, nothing of importance.
Vin was the main operating system technician on board the Davis Strait.
As all citizens had to do a minimum number of militia hours per week,
Vin was glad he had enough seniority to do "exciting things" like
babysit a power suit.

It was too early for lunch, and with no other pressing business, and it being Monday
Vin's mind naturally turned to taking care of his "medical necessity."
Being a conservative sort of person he did this on Mondays Wednesdays and Fridays.

The elevator rapidly whisked Vin down to the port side promenade deck
where all the major hotels are located.
The moving sidewalk soon delivered Vin to the front door of the Aphrodite Ladies Club.
All towns and villages of any importance including OTECs have an Aphrodite club,
whether they call it this or not.

As seems to be the case with all prevalent social institutions, honesty seems to be
both feared and avoided. The sign over the door should have read,
leading social, and business ladies medical necessity organization,
which is what Aphrodite club translated into, in most people's minds.
It is hard to remember a time in the past, before people would casually refer
to taking care of their medical necessity. Vin was six or eight years old,
when the first citizen, made his public announcement, warning people of the
Lazarus virus, sweeping through civilization and the implications it had for humanity.
Including the elimination of disease, old age being a diseases.
The speech was amazingly short on detail, the first citizen did not mention,
that people would no longer age visibly beyond about 25 years, and that excess body fat
was also treated as a disease by the body's immune system.
Nor did he mention everyone would become sterile, it took extraordinary efforts,
and great cost, in specialized clinics to produce a viable pregnancy.
All life forms that plagues mankind have DNA.
AIDS, the common cold, polio, smallpox all of them, the Lazarus virus maintains
a database of relevant DNA tags, acting much like a computer anti virus database.
This means the Lazarus virus needs to communicate with itself, as it is
for all intents and purposes, a globe spanning single living organism.
The communication takes the form of unsafe sex.
The Lazarus virus hijacked human reproduction and reassigned
human sperm to act as network packets.
The network users DNA for data storage and retrieval.
This made everyone sterile, as human sperm, no longer contain human DNA.
The state and health of everyone's immune system is of interest to Lazarus.
Lazarus has a way of getting the information it needs.
To stay young, healthy, and attractive, everyone needed a minimum of three unsafe
sexual encounters with strangers per week.
People who could not be bothered to take time to do this this, grew old and died.
Male homosexuals had to practice safe sex, as the Lazarus virus seemed to disapprove.
Gay men would grow old at an accelerated rate, practicing unsafe sex with each other.
Most people however viewed Lazarus is a great gift to humanity, with only a small cost
needed to purchase a great benefit.

The first few years as society adjusted to this new reality, caused considerable,
social change and accommodation. The average housewife could not simply
invite three total strangers every week over to the house, even if the kids were in school.
What do you do when he turns out to be a complete doofus, and decides
to spend the afternoon drinking beer and watching a ballgame?
Nor could the average housewife afford three afternoons a week at an expensive hotel.
Men had similar financial constraints, although society rapidly adjusted
to the need to take time off from work, for medical necessity.

The medical necessity, such a cold and clinical term for accommodating the needs
of the Lazarus virus, historians debate endlessly who first used the term,
and how it came into common usage.

Had anyone been able to consult committees of "talking heads" the experts
would have replied uniformly that the gentleman's clubs in the English style,
would rise to the occasion and provide the necessary facilities.
The talking heads were of course incorrect, in large cities it is possible to find one or two
English men's clubs, but you could also find an equal number of "Roman clubs"
( orgies ) bondage and discipline clubs, or resident Ladies Clubs (bordellos)
All of them catering to medical necessity, of people with unusual tastes,
and a fat enough bankroll indulge their fetishes.

The hotel industry initially had a God-given opportunity here, but by and large
they they frittered their opportunity away.
It was the ladies aid Society and the Rose Club, that rode to the rescue.
Women seem to have social abilities in this area that men lack.
Considerable organizational skills were needed, while no one would ever be
gauche enough to use terms like whorehouse or bordello.
In a purely physical sense this was what was required.
The facility needed many small rooms, with beds and a supply of clean linens.
What society required was, many, many small neighborhood houses of joy,
but without the high cost associated with vice.
This was accomplished for the most part by running the club collectively
like an organic food co-op.
Club members were required to donate a certain number of hours per week
as a unpaid employees.
Wealthy women paid dues, poor women worked unpaid hours.
While the rest of society was floundering around wondering what to do
the ladies aid societys got their clubs up and running in a few short years.

The advantages to the ladies in running their own clubs, were manifold,
but chief amongst these was that women did not put themselves
in demeaning positions.
There were absolutely no "line ups" women wearing bikinis, standing in a
chorus line, telling the visitor their name was candy, cinnamon, or ginger.

Most of the better clubs, but certainly not all, adopted the European
sidewalk café motif a gentleman would walk up to the small table,
complete with cinzano umbrella, and ask if he could be seated.
Any invitation to make further use of the club's facilities, if it came that all,
came from the lady.
It was their club, and while it might outwardly resemble a bordello,
it was most emphatically not a bordello.
The ladies would be horrified and offended, by any suggestion that
men pay for "services" as this would turn them into whores and
their club into a whorehouse.
Pay for service facilities could be found in any large city, but were as
rare and as expensive as any other forms of fetish club.

The vast majority of Ladies Club membership cards, were honored

in similar facilities all over the world, taking care of the problem of
what to do while on vacation.
No well off lady would feel comfortable, visiting a "blue collar" club
and vice versa. Reciprocal membership cards insured these
awkward moments were minimized.

Vin was a firm believer, in showering before hand, dressing nicely,

and going to the best Ladies Club that would have him.
As the Davis Strait was a glorified cruise ship, there were always
fresh smiling faces, at the small tables.
Vin had carefully studied proper tactics: head to the bar, for a club soda,
so as to effect a discreet surveillance.
Act like you were too bashful, and wait to see if one of the ladies,
would come over and strike up a conversation.
If you ostentatiously walked past each table in turn,
finally selecting the best possible lady and she rejected you,
you were screwed.
No one in the room would forgive you for making them "second best",
you might set off a chain reaction of rejections.
Your best bet at that point is to leave and come back in an hour.

Vin enjoyed his morning and a lunch, with his new lady friend.
As she was on vacation, and had no pressing commitments,
she had agreed to join him for lunch.
This was slightly atypical, in general a "medical necessity liaison"
does not include lunch.
Married women would fear neighbors would gossip if they were
seen having lunch with a strange man.
Rules are slightly different in resort areas and cruise ships.
Vin's girlfriend had no problem with them having lunch.

After lunch they went to visit Vin's "cattle herd"

Vin owned a one half interest in a half Jersey half Guernsey milk
cow, named Elsie, Vin kept kept in the forward pasture.
People who have never visited an OTEC are surprised to find they are
small floating cities. With everything including pastures for milk cows.
Some OTECs put cows in big concrete tanks, and shovel hay down to them,
the Davis Strait did not do things that way.

Else he was a pet, like a large, if slightly slow witted dog.

She would come when called, and was genuinely pleased to see Vin
and his friend.
Vin refused to speculate on what role the dried apples, and cinnamon soyets
they had on their person might have contributed to this bovine enthusiasm.

Vin's wristwatch was vibrating, he had to excuse himself, to turn away

while taking the call.
He was not one of those people, who seem to enjoy, carrying out a confusing
pseudo-conversation, with one person, while actually talking with another.
Vin was willing to seriously consider voting for the proposition
that such conduct be criminalized, with public flogging for repeat offenders.

Vin took leave of his lady friend, and made his way aft to the control tower,
OTECs have several sections that are unique, and these are found in the bow,
there is the triangular section its self, where Vin keeps Elsie in her pasture.
Behind this is a high-rise section that contains the aircraft control tower,
which also functions, as the navigation bridge.
There are many rooms directly below the control tower, which served as the
nerve center of the OTEC.
Arguably the most important of these rooms is the CIC also known
as the combat information center.
Vin took the elevator to the lowest level, where CIC is located, and swung his hip,
against the "butt reader" to gain entrance.

The head of the General staff was a three star General, the only one on board.
By tradition the captain, stayed on the bridge wearing his white uniform.
Captains had to study and obtain ships masters certification.

Vin was a member of the General staff buy virtue of his technical skills, not his rank.
Vin was head techno-geek on board and was in charge of everything that had
wires coming out of the back of it.
Everything in CIC except for the people, had wires coming out of the back of it.

As Vin entered the room, the General was just receiving his initial brief.
For the last forty five minutes there had been a week but persistent
contact with a submerged target.
Because of its low speed through the water, Davis Strait can tow seismic arrays
at full speed while getting useful information from them.
These seismic streamers, are obsolete oil exploration equipment,
long clear plastic kerosene filled tubes filled with Geo Phones.
They are cheap and surplus, but feed data to computers with the
latest and greatest software upgrades.
The Davis Strait could detect submerged intruders.
Depth? Ask the general .
971 m
The general looking at the large wall sized display, swelled slightly, and turned
a pale shade of red, as his anger became visible to everyone in the room.
Someone, most likely a nuclear boat, was showing utter contempt, for the
OTEC and it's sovereignty
They're thinking was clear, by hovering directly under
the cold water intake pipes, and Davis Strait, could not, roll a depth charge
for fear of damaging the delicate plumbing.

The general after staring at the display thirty seconds or so, announced,
"I want him!"
The Davis Strait like almost all free-floating OTECs had a combined service
Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines, Coast Guard, all one service, one uniform.
As there was no army, air force, or Coast Guard this was easy to implement.
Everyone on board was either navy ( involved with the operation of the OTC )
or like Vin, a Marine. There was also a single uniform for both officers and men.
This army style rank for naval service gives some visitors apoplexy, but this is
what happens with committees in charge, and no tradition to guide them.

With no West Point Academy to graduate from things were done like a.
volunteer church group, people with pleasing personalities, who had an excess.
of energy, or who were willing to club their marriages to death, rose through the ranks.
The result there was none, of the officers and men, aristocracy vs peasants,
class distinction found in continental militarizes.

Vin was surprised when the chief of Naval operations ( a Colonel ) suggested
using depth charges. The Davis Strait as four "wells" through the hull
where weapons can be introduced.
One was just behind the combat information
center, two more were on either side of the bridge separating the cold water
and warm law water lagoon's. The fourth and last was in the caboose
the tail-end-Charlie section that was towed sideways, protecting the harbor from
wave action.

The chief of the General Staff, was referred to ( in his absence) as the chief Indian,
said OK, and added, with an evil glint in his eye, make that three depth charges,
with 750 ms separation on detonation.
“We will send them the international signal to surface.”

Every one knows depth charges look exactly like metal oil drums
and are stored horizontally in racks on the "fantail."
In actual fact most modern depth charges are a. perfect teardrop shape.
There are tale fins inside a ring on the backside. allowing the weapon to
be rolled on its side in proper World War II fashion.
This teardrop shape allows the depth charge to travel through the water
at over 100 fps, requiring about 30 seconds to traverse the 1000 m..
These modern weapons have electronic fuses making it possible to triple check
the depth settings.
Vin still, thought the Chief Indian was out of his mind, the inlet pipes
were fabric with water on the inside and outside, making them highly resistant
to pressure waves the, Geo phone array that had taken him weeks of work
to get working properly, was not highly resistant to pressure waves.

Each depth charge was held over its well like a side of beef, the actual release.
was an electric pulse to a solenoid clamp.
As the Davis Straight did not. have unlimited tax money at its disposal,
it took a "weapons away." shout over a phone line from the ordnance
technician to verify the drop.
The timing was kept on a hand held stopwatch.
When the timer called out "now!" Vin was convinced they had a dud.
Nothing happened, several heart beats later a long, low rumbling tipple
whump was heard, the sound seemed moved through the concrete hull
coming from all directions at once.

"Are the intake pipes intact?" the Chief of Staff wanted to know.

"How can I tell, if I had a proper budget for instrumentation, I could ... "
the chief engineer stopped speaking with its mouth open as Chief Indian
glared at him.

"And the passive arrays?" Was the next question.

"Too soon to tell." was the answer which was obvious from the giant display on the wall,
a variant of the time honored "waterfall" display where discrete frequencies
are represented as numerous vertical lines of varying thickness.
Floating up from the bottom was a vast bubble of white noise,
blanking out the entire display.
Vin marveled that the computer driving the display had not crashed.

The Davis Strait lacking proper naval tradition displayed its waterfall bottom to top
perhaps they should call it a water fountain. Vin often wondered if the sonar guys
played jokes on them, they would point to a line, that Vin could not see, and say things
like: "see this noisy coolant pump here." or "notice this low blade rate."
In this case, however there was no doubt. The top of the screen was historical
data, the middle of the screen was a big bubble of nothing, rolling up from the bottom.
There were new lines even Vin, could see.
The sonar sonar guys are saying things like: "look at that blade rate."
"look at that cavitation." "look at him go!" and "I make the blade rate at 37.2 knots."
“Collins VII-a” someone said, their finger on reference page.

Submarines at a depth of 1000 meters do not cavitate, immense pressures collapses

the tiny steam bubbles before they can form.
There is no high-speed hissing sound.
Ten seconds of cavitation meant the submarine commander had craped his pants
and put the pedal to the metal, for ten seconds the screw was acting
more like a jacuzzi pump than a propeller, as the hull gradually accelerated
trying to match the ridiculous, RPM the propeller shaft was turning.

"Well I guess we won't be seeing him again for a while." the Chief Indian observed.
Turning to Vin he said "we need a torpedo a really big warhead."
"A really big torpedo with really long guidance wires ." Vin replied.

Okay people, if no one has any more submerged contacts, type this up,
for my review, we get it on the intranet, as soon as possible.

OTECs individually are city states, collectively, they are a confederation,

with observer status at the UN.
Within the larger confederation there were many smaller alliances,
many of them unnamed.
Davis Strait is one of eight OTECs populated by people who left the
North American empire its latter days when there was a death penalty,
to have gold coins, a foreign bank account, or a handgun.
These eight OTECs collaborated with each other on issues
of mutual interest.

There is a species of octopus living in the Mediterranean, that has over

1000 times the level of vanadium and its blood, that is found in the
surrounding seawater.
The genes for this remarkable feat of bio chemical engineering have
been mapped for some time.
Using a combination of both biological and technical means, twelve
OTECs had been quietly extracting uranium from the vast quantities
of nutrient rich seawater that passed through them each year.
The breakthrough came from an unexpected source,
the newest generation of tunable dye lasers, could generate frequencies so exact
they were able to excite one isotope, while ignoring another almost identical isotope.

Vin was several minutes late to his meeting, but then so was about half
the people present as they were with him in CIC teaching sex education to submarines.
(Don't fuck with OTECs)
Each of the twelve OTECs participating on project Prometheus had an assigned task.
Vin took personal pride in the fact that the Davis Strait had been assigned the
trombone.
He felt that the large and powerful computers he maintained on Davis Strait,
were the reason they we're assigned this task.
In fact, he had been correct, as the total number lines of Fortran code
approached 100,000.
Every effort was made to write small independent, maintainable, modular code,
but the number of modules was large.
They were developing an explosive lens.
The view of the design committee was they should do it right in the first place,
and not depend on having excellent fissile material, as an excuse for a sloppy design.
Early weapon designs use as many as 128 detonators in an attempt
to accomplish spherical compression.
Project code name, trombone, was an attempt to accomplish this with a single detonator.
Trombones have a mute which is stuffed into the mouth of the bell to give a mellow sound.
Imagine you have coated a very large trombone, with mute, with high explosive.
At the exact center of the mute is a detonator.
As the shock wave passes through the explosive it must follow a roundabout path,
as the mute expands in diameter to match the bell of the trombone to follow the
explosive layer on the outside.
The high order detonation of course turns the metal under neath into a
white hot shock wave.
Why this is of interest?
If you get the geometry just right the shock wave will be symmetrical.
The beginning of the cylinder will try to collapse first, but as this is the
bell of the trombone it has farther to travel, takes longer, and arrives instep,
with shock wave further down the tube which has a shorter distance to travel.

Many many hours of computer time was devoted to getting the geometry right.
Having correct geometry was just the beginning.
The target of the shock wave was an 8 inch naval gun barrel, coated with a layer
of high explosive.
If the symmetrical shock wave struck this layer of explosive at exactly
these same time everywhere.
The gun barrel, and its contents, would be comprised to a density three times that of lead.

The final complication, was the fact that you didn't actually want to do this.
The result would be like hitting a toothpaste tube with a sledgehammer.
The contents of the gun barrel was would squirt out either end at high velocity.

So, the trick, with the code Vin was helping to develop, was to make
the "bell" and the "tail" of the trombone of a slightly smaller diameter
so as cause the ends to close first, and the traveling shock wave,
to squeeze the gun barrel and its contents into a perfect sphere.

One of Davis Straits sister OTECs was not in the tourist business,
and developed munitions full time.
This sister ship, conducted the hundreds of test shots necessary
to prove the explosive lenses worked.
The cost along toward the end, was considerable
as expensive x-ray equipment, was blown up, with every shot.

The final design which Vin felt was unduly complex, was a "conservative"
design being both "gun" and" implosion" employing three detonators.
As high-grade uranium was used, a pure gun system was possible,
however gun systems are wasteful, they do not "burn" the fissile material
efficiently and therefore waste material.
Material that could be used to make other weapons.
So in a typical rule by committing fashion it was decided to build a double gun,
a giant hollow point slug, was fired from one end, while pointed slug was,
simultaneously fired from the other end, two met in a slightly larger diameter
section at mid-barrel where they fused into a single lump.
Had enough uranium been used this would have been a necessary
and sufficient condition for a nuclear explosion.
The small quantities used however necessitated that Vin's trombone
be used, to collapse the gun barrel around the lump squeezing the
contents into a perfect sphere of great density.
Vin felt that doing all this with one detonator, would have been a truly elegant design.
The gun barrel was left over from the early stages of the design, before it
became clear, the trombone design could be perfected.

The weakly "code review" meeting was, in Vin's view, like most meetings
a waste of everyone's time.
The hidden agenda was of course politics,
if you skipped the meeting, your political foes, will savage with you in your absence.
After wasting an hour of everyone's time, the meeting broke up,
without accomplishing anything that Vin could recall, although he had no doubt,
when he received, the e-mail version of the minutes of the meeting, it would show
dynamic and insightful people working serious problems.

Vin felt in need of some serious people watching.

His girlfriend Kathy agreed to meet him for lunch.
Vin was one of the few locals who would patronize moving sidewalk cafés.
A curious phenomenon of resorts is that locals develop a serious prejudice
against tourists and will not associate with them in their leisure time.
There are starboard side "blue collar" cafeterias and pubs, who cater to this crowd.
Vin could not understand this phenomenon, tourists were fun to watch,
and lobster is hardly ever featured, in a starboard side working men's cafeterias.

Vin and Kathy found a small table near enough to the waiters station,
that they would not be totally forgotten.
European tourists are uniformly dismayed by the American style (lousy) service.

They enjoyed their light meal of locally grown lobster and prawn salad,
with a split of excellent South African Rhine wine, while watching
the world move slowly by.

Vin had to gulp some wine, and turn his head away, to avoid
laughing out loud.
A guided tour of Japanese couples, was passing close by.
A guided tour! On an OTEC!
Davis Strait had the lowest burglary, rape, and robbery
rate of any place on the planet.
Perhaps they were afraid they would get lost.

Kathy took Vin by the hand, looking at him with her enormous blue eyes.
“Vin I'm going to go visit my mother next week, it's been almost two years
and I need to visit”
“I can manage without you for a week, I'll buy some hand lotion or something.”
She leaned over and kissed him on the nose.
They had been going steady for six or seven months, and were sexually compatible.
“Are you sure you're just not going to have a good time?”
“Vin!”
“My mother has not have a single date, sense she divorced my father”
“It's more likely, that I will have aged noticeably, by the time I return.”
“I will call in sick, and deal with your medical necessity, when you return.”
Vin volunteer gallantly.

Vin's wristwatch started vibrating again, he was revealed to see it was a volunteer
committee meeting he had successfully forgotten.
Vin competed in two shooting sports: running boar, and thousand yard rifle competition.
The competitors have drawn straws to see who would represent shooting sports
at the "tourist promotion committee."
The competitors felt, with considerable justification, that if they depended on
others to promote their sport, no promotion at all would take place.

The thousand yard rifle competition was unique to the Davis Strait and had began
more or less by accident.
During hurricane season Davis Strait stayed very close the equator as any
prudent OTEC will do.
The downside is is that occasionally you will be becalmed.
If there are no strong subsurface currents, pushing you onto
a reef there is no cause for alarm.
There is a psychological effect, however of being in the middle of a dead calm ocean,
with no wind, waves, or for forward motion.
One of the old-timers staring at the flat gray sea, remarked "Hell I could
shoot a tight group at 1000 yards, in conditions like this."

As each of Davis Straits sections are more than 1000 yards in length,
setting up shooting benches and giant targets on the landing deck
did not take long.
The competition is held on the landing deck section P1, firing forward
off of the port bow.
Shots are never fired aft as there is too much danger of hitting some
tourist boat coming out of the harbor unannounced.
(The harbor master will fine you for doing this.)

Initially the competition was only held when Davis Strait was becalmed.
Over time, however the competition attracted long-range shooters
from all over the planet, and the competition is now held to a schedule
regardless of weather.
This resulted in a truly unique form of rifle competition,
there were large displays near the huge targets, connected to an extremely accurate
tilt meter.
A fair rifle shot, will let the shot go, at the same point in his breathing cycle.
A good rifle, will let the shot go, at the same point every time in his heart contraction.
A long-range Davis Strait competitive rifle shooter,
will do all of the above, and will additionally have the trigger break, as the
tilt-o meter displays exactly the same color as his previous shot.

Vin was web master for the Davis Strait rifle competition club, and found
himself on the board of directors. He also was the main technician
responsible for all of the electronics were both the topside long-range rifle
and the indoor running boar rifle competition.

And so Vin found himself in the meeting room donated by the Intercontinental
Hotel for the once monthly Davis Strait marketing meeting, whose purpose
was to promote increased tourism.
Vin was the only male member of the committee.
Vin was fantasizing about various things he could be doing, to
deal with his medical necessity.
He had tuned out the background mumble,
should the minutes of the meeting, be accepted as amended, or amended
as accepted.
Vin firmly believed there was a personality type, that had evolved
with the ability enjoy that sort of thing, these personality types, gradually
look over all committees, forcing out all other life forms.

Finally on to new business, the Pacific Inter Mountain Confederation, was

requesting shore leave for one of its heavy assault craft.
The committee ladies were initially hesitant, being more accustomed to
high end travel groups that stayed in the better hotels.
Vin asked if it was their intention, to offend the Pacific Inter Mountain
Confederation by rejecting their request for shore leave.
After some frowning in Vin's general direction, the request
granted, and the minutes of the meeting, were updated to reflect this.
Sometimes things of great consequence can have the smallest of beginnings.

It seemed that only tourist committee ladies, had reservations, the average
service club lady on board, was all atwitter, over 1000 young Marines
to be visiting the Davis straight, on a week long stay, which would mean
that there medical necessity would have to be dealt with.
This set off frantic efforts to redecorate, clean and paint, the Ladies Clubs on board.
The ladies were all having new dresses made, and the latest in new hairstyles
where being considered.
Vin simply did not understand what all the excitement was about,
the clubs looked just fine.

Vin had been drafted to help rewire the sound system in the Venus De Milo
club.
Venus De Milo was a working person's Ladies Club, run by wives
of working men who ran things on engineering (starboard) side of the OTEC.
These ladies would not feel comfortable putting their club in the P1
section between a Gucci store and a five-star hotel.
The Venus club was located in P3 between a used clothing store
and a two star hotel.
The club followed the standard dance hall format.
The only furniture, in the main room was a small number of folding chairs,
there was an honest to God, rotating disco ball hanging from the ceiling.
The bar featured, light beer, Diet Coke and on a good day,
you could have a Tom Collins.
Vin was unrolling wire from a spool, while the steering committee
was holding a business meeting under the disco ball.
The club president, was introducing a motion: be it resolved,
we turn none of the young Marines away, here in the middle
of the ocean, with their medical necessity unfulfilled.
(In plain language, they were agreeing to remain in
their rooms as Marines were led to them, one after
another, until there were no more Marines )

Vin got real busy, with his head down, stripping insulation from some
eighteen gage wire.
If the ladies saw the grin on his face, he might not get out of the club alive
The motion carried unanimously.

Vin was digging through his refrigerator refrigerator

and found a bottle of mango chutney.
Looking at the bottle of chutney he smiled, remembering
an infamous shopkeeper from past years.

This fellow had gone to considerable effort, depositing money

with the confederation bank, securing a commercial lease, filling out
the forms necessary to become a probationary citizen.
He was from a nation of shopkeepers, and opened his delicatessen,
in the low-rent district, last section, port side aft.
His shop was adjacent to an opium den.
One of the things the welcome wagon committee does to help
new arrivals, is show them how to hook up and use their electronic
cash register.
All merchants on Davis straight, used these cash registers, to automatically
transfer 4.5% of all sales, to either the main discretionary
account or to charities of their choosing.
It is from this main discretionary account that Davis Strait buys
depth charges and other useful things.

This fellow felt that others should take care of defense.

Which is socially acceptable, as long as you give
the money to a soup kitchen or some other charity.
Normally the welcome wagon committee spams everyone on board
with an announcement of a new business opening, and a reminder
to everyone, of the need, to visit this new business and make the owner
feel welcome.
In this case there was no announcement.

Vin did what several others did, he picked out ten or twenty
gold worth of gourmet items and placed them on the counter.

The proprietary used a hand held calculator to add up the bill,

announcing the amount and holding out his hand.
Vin reached into his pocket, and then as though he had just remembered
asked the fellow if he contributes his 4 1/2 percent to defense.
"Oh yes Sahib." he lied.
Can you show me a receipt? Vin asked sweetly.
The fellows smile faded, but he continued holding out his hand.
Vin turned and left.

After about ninety days of this, the shop owner, spent two days
dumping his eighteen varieties of curry powder, and other
food items down the toilet, he left the Davis Strait never to return.

Vin finished his shrimp and glanced at the time.

The day was done for, time to head for the pub.
Davis Strait with its large numbers, of technically inclined geeks,
and has the expected percentage of home brewers.
This was a crown that expected good beer.
Vin ordered a pint of cream Stout, and was soon involved in a conversation
with visiting yacht people.
The subject seemed always to be the same, from people arriving on a sailing boat:
"If you people decoupled the parallel sections, git rid of all those dangling pipes,
the hull speed of your 1600 yard long OTEC section would be considerable."

As always they seem to mis the basic point, ( overlooking making a

living, and raising food ) Individual sections could indeed race the trade winds
with the best of Yankee clippers. But to what end? Why go racing to nowhere,
arriving at high speed, only to turn around and race off to nowhere else?

Vin got a break on his rent, as a result of being located on the starboard
(industrial) side of the OTEC, his apartment was located on the mezzanine level
of one of the five orchards on board. His balcony looked down on a variety
of Cherry, Apple, and other trees. In the "spring" it was lovely, at the moment,
however did was "Winter" in the orchard.
Dim green photographic darkroom, lights lit the footpath through the orchard,
so people would not bump into the trees.
Vin loved his balcony and used it often except in "Winter."

Vin decided spend a few minutes, exercising his civic duty to vote often.
Davis Strait is a participatory democracy, not a republic.
Vin had grown up on OTECs and as a result was unable to fathom,
why the majority of the planetary population would cheerfully give responsibility
for everything of importance in their lives. to people who made
decisions in smoke-filled rooms.

In fact it was OTEC public education that was the focus of today's vote.
Complex algorithms similar to those used maintain the integrity of e-cash
were used to maintain the integrity of the vote count.
The software counted the totals, and announced the winner.
What Vin liked about the voting protocol, was that it kept
his individual vote intact through the process.
As only Vin had the "private half" of the public-key, only he examined the contents,
of his individual record, verifying that it was counted correctly and not tampered with.

Todays task was selecting test questions for 10th grade graduation.
The custom on most Confederation OTECs, was to pay schoolteachers a minimum wage.
Their earning opportunity came from people like Vin who "purchased" test questions.
That is to say they selected the questions, and put up the money, that went to the teacher
for each correct answer a students produced.
As there were thousands of questions on each graduation exam, it took teachers
the entire year to get students ready for the test.
As this is how teachers made the bulk of their income, most of them took the
process seriously.
Some teachers complained that this force them to "teach the test."
Being forced teach the test was of course the whole idea.
Their real compliant went unspoken, people like Vin would only spend their money,
on conservative questions that reflected their world view, forcing teachers to teach,
these conservative ideals.
Teachers who were profoundly unhappy, at being denied a living wage,
for teaching liberal ideas, tended to seek teaching positions elsewhere.

Vin got through the standard questions rapidly, his encrypted personal preferences,
remembered last year's selections, and most of the questions available to him were repeats.
Vin was able contribute money, for his favorite, "physical education" class
17 caliber spring air rifle shooting, as saw it, even first year high school students
should understand, sight alignment and trigger pull.
To graduate students needed be able to put rounds "in the black" at 1000 inch.

The voting process was not as onerous as it appeared however, every organization,
from the rose club, to Vin's shooting club, offered, as a service to its members,
a selection of recommended items to vote for.
Most people as was to be expected voted the party line.
Vin made his selections, and hit send, so the e-cash payment, was made in real time.
Like most other societies on the planet, taking care of the children had taken on
a new urgency. The Lazarus virus made all adults sterile, when these children
reached adulthood, there would be no more.

Shore-based governments, make a big deal about Confederation Gold coins,

and make a big public show out of arresting their citizens, who "forget" a couple of
coins in their shaving kit. But quietly behind the scenes it is the confederation
e-cash that threatens the very foundations of "managed democracies."
Vin was grateful there was no voting on the discretionary fund budget this week,
as this was a "formal" voting process, similar to court room proceedings,
where the voter is part of the jury.
Both sides of the ballot question, had expert witnesses,
and the opportunity to cross-examine.
The difference from a jury trial, was that periodically numbers appeared
on screen, that had to be entered exactly.
People on fast-forward, or marijuana, were effectively disenfranchised.
Without correct numbers, the voting protocols will not accept your vote.
Liberals without ever being able to explain exactly why, are universally opposed,
to this e-voting provision in the great charter.
How are people who are too befuddled to enter a nine digit number correctly,
going to add value to the voting process?

Vin suppressed a momentary feeling of jealousy for onshore people living in

"managed democracy's." In exchange for letting strangers rob them blind,
they got a whole lot more leisure time.

Vin having discharged all his public and private duty's, had time for his
recently acquired sacred passion, sprites.
Sprites, was an Internet game, that used up considerable resources,
on his local computer.
With sprites, the result, of each individuals working environment
evolves over time.
Initially the sprites were almost formless apparitions, with only their eerie
singing having true form.
Over time as Vin interacted with them they began
to manifest increasing physical form and danced with grace and beauty.
Most appealingly for Vin, the sprites definitely remembered
him and continued from where they left off last time, as though they had
not been interrupted.
It was as if they were trying to deliver a vitally important message
to him and him alone. The language they were using, with their ephemeral
songs, and graceful movements, hovered at the very edge of his
ability to understand. As though he was trying to recall
a language that was spoken over his crib, before
he was old enough to sit up.
Where the language failed, emotions succeeded, he could feel,
the importance of the message he could not understand.
On the surface of it, game appeared to be totally addictive,
but this was not the case. Vin once attempted to stay up all night
with his new friends, but after an hour or so they began to fade.

Sprites seem only to appeal, to a certain personality type.

There was an active Internet discussion group devoted to the game, if
you can characterize sprites as a computer game.
The sprite environment had many many "dot files" that controlled the actions
of the sprites, the most trivial change to one of these environmental files,
could have profound consequences, causing the sprites to
a chant a few notes and stop.
This was the classical computer science halting problem.
The large number of environmental files, multiplied by
a large number of variables they contained, meant a brute force
analysis was impossible.
Considerable effort was expended by the mathematically fraternity,
looking for hidden order.
Vin was convinced, that it was the data that mattered,
the files were a means to an end, but the data itself, had the meaning.
That is to say sprite data was a computer language.
It had taken Vin two years to figure out, the secret was to not
mess with the environmental files, but rather to interact
directly with sprites, and let them evolve naturally

Lately Vin experienced something new, and unreported on the Internet,

after working with his sprites, he would go to sleep, and the game
would continue in his dreams. The following day, the dream interaction
was remembered by the sprites. Vin did not share this seeming
impossibility with anyone else. He did however verify this condition,
was not imagined, the sprite environmental files, changed, even while
the game was not being played.

Vin's alarm program, woke him barely enough time for a fast
shave and shower, and jog to the indoor thousand inch shooting range.
It was the custom on Davis Straight to teach grade school children
fire 17 caliber pellet guns accurately. Middle school children
learn to shoot rim fire target rifles.
And high school students were introduced
to center fire shooting.
It is a rare high school student, who was not
thrilled at the opportunity, to thoroughly ventilate a paper target,
with a suppressed submachine gun.

Today however was grade school day reserved for children

on the thousand inch range.
Davis Strait had a good collection, fine German spring air,
target rifles in 17 caliber.
Vin's task was to walk up and down the firing line, cocking the rifles,
being used by the smaller children.
For a couple of the very smallest children, he had to, load the pellet,
and close the spring loaded barrel for them.

After the compulsory shooting was finished, the targets

carefully folded, and stored in workbooks for later, it was
time for "fun" shooting.
Several of the children wanted to shoot
a small aluminum version of the grease gun, in 22 caliber.
Vin allowed that they had the range Masters ( Vin's ) permission
to do so as long as they loaded their own magazines.
He went to fetch a gun, 6 magazines, and two cartons of 22 long rifle.
There are brief moments when it's fun to be a small child.
Not being forced to pick the brass up afterwards added to the moment.

The rest of Vin's week passed without major incident, the marketing committee,
met again to "discuss details of Fleet Week."
The ladies of the marketing committee, were overrepresented
by women from the Aphrodite club, as was to be expected, women of leisure
had the time and energy available for volunteer work of this sort.

It was announced that the Intercontinental Hotel had agreed to make

one of their large convention meeting rooms available for a "Roman Club."
The Aphrodite club would be open limited hours during "Fleet Week"
to make this possible.
Davis Strait normally had an insufficient population to support a Roman club.
Any club with the name Roman anywhere its title, is dedicated to Roman
style orgies.
All cities and large towns, have at least one Roman club.
These clubs are artifacts of city's, and towns large enough provide
a clientèle of anonymous strangers.
In a small town, like Davis Strait, there is too great a danger of suddenly
recognizing your partner, is your homeroom teacher or a next door neighbor.

While the Aphrodite club ladies, hid their excitement better than the
Venetian Club ladies did, it was just as apparent to Vin.

He found himself biting his tongue, in a desperate effort not to smile.

If he shared his certain conviction with this crowd, they would burn his membership
papers publicly, and flush the ashes down the toilet.

The Aphrodite ladies were astute enough to realize the reality of the situation.
The young Marines would be uncomfortable in the Aphrodite club,
sitting at small tables, drinking white wine, and
making small talk with women wearing Chanel Suits.
They would flock to the Venetian Club, with its linoleum dance floor.

A small number of officers would visit the club,

most of the ladies however would spend Fleet Week, wearing their new dresses
while sitting alone, at their small café tables.
Only by hosting a Roman club, could they compete, with their
low rent dance hall peers one section aft.

Vin was willing to bet, a weeks income, that circus posters

had already been printed.
Posters to be put up all over the assault craft, within minutes of its arrival.
These tastefully done posters would advertise the Roman Club to great effect.

The "trombone" committee had a meeting, to finalize and freeze

the design, enabling work to begin on a prototype, to be assembled
on one of Davis Straits sister' OTECs.
In keeping with tradition they decided to refer to the prototype as the gadget.

The room was filled with flashing lights, obnoxious music was playing,
Vin's bed was vibrating like an industrial mixer.
Vin groaned and rolled over anxious to ascertain the source of the commotion
was was it general quarters, a fire, were they taking on water?
No. It was Kathy calling. It was Tuesday morning.
Tuesdays and Thursdays were an unexpected consequence of the Lazarus virus.
To live forever in good health you had to have unsafe sex approximately
twelve times per month, for most people. This was Monday Wednesday Friday.
Which left Tuesdays and Thursdays.
In small towns with only one club, the wife might often do,
Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, so they did not end up
in the same club at the same time.
There was a perennial favorite, popular song that had lyrics of
"you are my Tuesday Thursday gal." Married people (with healthy marriages)
tended not to have Tuesday Thursday friends. Everyone else did.

A matter of minutes later Vin was dressed in sweats, and jogging around
the inner lagoon with his good buddy Kathy.
The Lazarus virus gave everyone a 25 -year-old body, devoid of excess body fat.
But whether you kept that body pale and flabby or fit and tanned
was up to you.
The inner lagoon jogging track, next to cold seawater with plenty
of shade, was popular with the fitness crowd. The outer running track,
adjacent to the hot and humid mangrove swamps was popular
with marathon masochists.

Vin had wondered once or twice why someone like Kathy

was attracted to an inwardly turned socially inept, gear head
like himself.
Kathy was the polar opposite, attractive and outgoing.
She was a commercial artist. The Davis Straights private banks
needed, large numbers of stock certificates, trust documents,
bearer shares, etc. all with unique designs. The people
buying these documents, will not give a starving beggar
a silver penny, but will spend a thousand gold for
bearer shares, destined spend their life locked away
in a bank vault.

As they usually do on Tuesdays and Thursdays after a brisk walk

Kathy and Vin were having brunch on a moving sidewalk café.

“How did your trip go?”

“Oh, it was all right”
“Has your mother found a boyfriend?”
“No, no one that she seems to stay with any length of time.”
“Is she a member of the Ladies Club?”
“Not exactly, “
“So she has no social life?”
“I can honestly say, my mother is so caught up in her work,
that there is no possibility of her having
a conventional social life.”

They were silent for a while eating their meal, until

they found they were grinning at each other as they
eavesdropped on the conversation between two tourists
at an adjacent table. Lady tourist was admonishing
her companion to be on his best behavior
"because OTECs have no laws." he could get himself shot
for the slightest provocation.
Vin would never understand human motivation,
if they truly had these fears, avoiding OTECs would be rational thing to do.
Perhaps it is like the video drama "West World", irrational people
are drawn to perceived danger.
Much of life is paradoxical, shore-based governments had spent many millions
on black propaganda, design to show OTECs in the worst possible light.
There were numerous movies where the "lawless OTECs" had replaced
the Wild West as the preferred genre.
These efforts seem to be counterproductive.
Either people instinctively believe the
exact opposite of government propaganda, or human beings are far
more complex than their masters take them to be.
 [ 3. The daily grind ]

Vin had to excuse himself early from his meal with Kathy, he was
being paged to CIC .
There was a problem with the 155 mm Swedish gun systems,
these were unique, artillery pieces in that they use "fully fixed"
ammunition just like an old style assault rifle.
Except these brass cases are as tall as the average person.
The Swedes had developed the gun system for a client, who stiffed them
and did not pay the development cost as agreed.
The system was a giant white elephant until the OTECs came along.
OTECs felt that a giant, relatively inexpensive, direct fire 155 mm machine gun,
that uses twenty round clips, was just what the doctor ordered.

It turned out that the problem was in the hydraulics, as human beings
are not strong enough to move the giant twenty round clips in place, a hydraulic
system exchanges, the "hot" clip with the "ready" clip. The hydraulics people
had the problem solved within the hour, without any input from the
operating system.

By keeping contact fused rounds in the ready clip, and proximity fused air burst
rounds in the hot clip on all four weapons, Davis Strait is ready to engage
targets on a moments notice.

Vin having concluded his business, in the CIC decided to go people watching
on the promenade. Most Davis Strait citizens avoid tourists, Vin however
enjoys the anonymous crowds and the carnival like atmosphere, people from
all over the world, were sharing his wonder at the sights and sounds of the
promenade deck.
Vin passed a London Bobbie and recognizing him, exchanged Masonic hand signs.
There were five police for hire agencies on board Davis Strait, and all of them
supplied apparently unharmed London Bobbies for the local market.
Some OTECs kept order with unsmiling paramilitary types in
body armor with submachine guns at the ready.
Davis Strait, however, is a love boat, a tourist cruise ship,
and the tourists love the bobbies, with their high hat, nightstick, and tin whistle.
The cocked and locked 45s Bobbies carry are tucked safely out of sight.

Vin was smiling after passing his friend, he was remembering his initiation
into the sacred order of Knight Commanders.
The order had fought, and suffered greatly opposing tyranny
in the latter days of the empire.
The modern Masonic society was more about pomp and circumstance,
and memorizing lengthy speeches correctly, than anything to do with
resisting tyranny.
That is not to say that there is no meat in the sandwich.
Vin remembered putting on a vest that was a portable lie detector, heart rate,
respiration, and galvanic skin resistance, were measured, and sent via a
radio frequency link to remote recording equipment.
He was required fire two shots into the black on a target, then apply the safety on his
1911 45 ACP and slide the barrel down the front of his trousers
until it came to rest against his genitalia.
The infamous "Mexican Carry."
The gun was cocked, loaded, ready to fire, all the while he was wired to a polygraph.
No liberal, gun hating, non mechanical personality types need apply.
Passing this test earned Vin the right to be a probationary knight.
For the next several months, he was visited
at all hours of the day and night, in the most unlikely of places, where he was required
to show that he was indeed "armed in the defense of liberty."
In many cases the inquisitors arrived, with a ballistic pendulum bullet trap, on wheels.
Vin was required to fire two rounds into this contraption, proving
he was carrying a "worthy weapon" in his "knightly crusade in the defense of liberty."
All of this demanding ritual results in the Knight Commanders, maintaining
one of the tightest knit communities of like-minded people on the planet.

There are female Knight Commanders as well, women fought and died
alongside men in the great struggle.
No one suggested excluding them afterwards.
The standard crude joke amongst the knights is, there are female
commanders because women are not threatened
by the "Mexican Carry." and pass the test with ease.

Vin's walk along the promenade was interrupted as his wristwatch started to vibrate,
he was being page to his dojo.
Vin is a student of the samurai sword, and practices ken do in an effort to perfect his skills.
An unexpected consequence of the Lazarus virus, was that many people,
took up difficult hobbies as they had unlimited time to devote to patiently studying
arcane arts.
Vin arrived at his dojo in time to don European style chain mail, and select
an available sai.
The current monopoly court judge on board Davis Strait was not a duelist,
and took a very dim view of such activities, he was prepared to throw the book
at any duelist gave him a legal opening to do so.
Although the great charter explicitly guarantees the right of individuals to duel,
it is prudent to keep such activities, behind closed doors.

The parties to the disagreement, were naked to the waist, and armed
with European style cutlass where the entire hand is inside a steel sphere.
They were surrounded by a circle of chain mail wearing man holding sais
at the ready.
The sai is a three-pronged instrument originally used by
Japanese innkeepers to disarm drunken samurai without bloodshed.
The task of Vin and the other senior students was to rat pack the two
antagonists at the call of first blood.
The sai is used to trap a blade if possible, otherwise the task was to grab
an available arm or leg with no thought given to form or smooth motion.
Vin had never seen the two antagonists, before and did not
grade them highly on sword craft.
They were soon winded and flailing away at each other,
who drew first blood was more a question of luck rather than skill.
In less than a minute one of them was able to put a fair gash on his opponent's shoulder.
The cut was not life-threatening but would require a number of stitches.

The shout of blood from the dueling master was hardly needed
everyone surged forward on cue. Vin was able to grab a wrist.
The dueling master carefully collected both sabers before allowing the
combatants to be released.
The wound was bandaged and the loser proceeded under his own power
to the medical clinic.
Vin had no doubt the fellow would order the doctor,
to use special procedures that would
maximize, the scar as the wound healed.
The loser was, of course, expected to tell the doctor he had
"Slipped in the shower."
Vin sincerely hoped that this was the end of the matter, and none of them
would end up standing before Judge Winslow.

Serious duelists rent boats, so as to be outside of the local Judges

jurisdiction.
In the event of a fatality the losers body can be weighted
down and dumped into the ocean.
This pact is made between duelists as an act of bravado.
In actual fact, most years there is not a single fatality as a resulting from dueling
in all of OTEC society.
Vin had long ago decided that if anyone challenged him, he would
have the right to choose weapons, and the fight would be on a nitrate barge,
using 45 competition pistols with ten round clips.
However it is an extremely rare event when someone challenges a
Knight Commander.
It is public knowledge that mastery of the 45 is one
of things that are tested in the secret "admission ordeal"
a young knight must endure.

After the dojo Vin returned to P1 to visit the casino.

Vin was not a gambler. He had entirely the wrong personality for it.
Like many Davis Straight citizens Vin used the casino has a bank,
the lines were shorter, the tellers were physically attractive, and the
Confederation bank, never gave you two free-drank tokens to prove
they really and truly appreciated your business .

After picking up cash at the casino Vin continued his people watching
walk, heading aft to the lower rent less posh port sections of the
OTEC. He was not tempted by coffeehouses he passed. These were
coffeehouses, in the old Dutch tradition. Coming through the front door
the back wall was not visible through the blue smoke. Smart customers
did not order coffee, the staff being too stoned to pour hot water
over coffee grounds, without burning themselves, or spilling the coffee
into the lap of the customer. The coffeehouse, sold hashish, sinzimia,
and actually sold the more opium than the opium den two doors away.

In a truly strange experience, Vin had once tried smoking a number,

while playing his game of sprites. It was inescapable to Vin,
that the sprites knew full well what he was doing and did not approve.
Their chanting may be unintelligible but their emotions come through
loud and clear.

[ 4. Spring time in Orchard ]

Two doors away from the "coffee house" was ye Ole opium den
with its pseudo-Chinese architecture. With the usual squad
of tourists milling around the door, waiting in turn to have their
pictures taken.
Most of them had gone inside to purchase the overpriced
opium pipes, they hoped to be photographed holding.
The real entrance for customers of the opium den was concealed
in the alley behind. Once long ago on a dare from two friends,
Vin had visited this opium den, and had smoked one pipe.
Vin did not regret the experience but he had no great desire to repeated it either.
The resulting purple dreams were a myriad of fleeting fragments
of thought.
Vin was a victim of a runaway and exploding universe.
For someone who lived in a world of thought and reason, this was
less than optimal.
Paradoxically ,the emotion accompanying all this was one of peace and contentment.
Vin had to walk in a wide arc to avoid the crowd of chattering tourists

Vin's feet eventually carried him to the "caboose" attached to the end
of S3. All of the regular Davis Strait sections are coupled together
like railroad cars with a ball hitch, in the center of each sections
leading, and trailing edge. At least on the tourist "starboard" side
all "ball hitch" coupling sections have moving sidewalks just like the
main sections, allowing people to stroll without exertion.
The caboose is the exception to this coupling rule and is joined to the
port corner of the last section aft.
This is necessary as the caboose is towed through the water
sideways, it has a flat bottom, shallow draft, and no keel.
The opposite corner of the caboose is coupled underwater
to the starboard corner of the last port side section.
This underwater tether is ten meters deep and has enough slack
to allow a twenty meter wide shipping channel.
The Davis Strait like every other port of call in the world, has a harbor chart
listing in great detail, the depth of the harbor mouth, and what
must be done to navigate the zigzag shipping channel, around
the caboose and into the enter harbor.
The caboose is the only section on Davis Straight that is out of doors
there is an abundance of shade trees, drinking fountains, and concession stands
selling iced drinks. There is no roof overhead, no seawater powered
air conditioning.
Vin sat for a while, having found a good park bench under the tree,
with an aft facing view. The Davis Strait left an impressive wake,
which looked as though it should be visible from orbit.

On returning home, Vin sent e-mail to his contacts aboard

the soon to be visiting assault craft. Vin was offering to be
a go-between to facilitate swapping T-shirts, exercise sweats
and other memorabilia, between the on board shooting club's
and the visitors. Normally Vin would not be doing this sort of thing,
but the Aphrodite club ladies, in agreeing to sponsor a Roman club
had left him totally motivated.
They have not extended an invitation to Vin, this could very well
be an oversight in the excitement of the moment.
Vin was not sure, but intended to take no chances.

He recalled his first visit to the Aphrodite clubs sitting room.

It was an elegant, well furnished room designed to impress.
In what could have been a brief process involving the transfer of
files from Vin's portable data terminal, took over an hour and a half.
Files were printed, signatures were affixed using fountain pens,
stamps and seals , and at one point hot wax
was dripped onto a document, sealing a length of ribbon
in place.
The Aphrodite club ladies took their perceived role
of arbitrator of all things in good taste to amazing lengths.

Vin's suspicions about the ladies was confirmed when he later

found himself on the marketing committee, which was dominated
by Aphrodite ladies.
They were for the most part, meaner than starving rats,
all the while being oh so civilized.
Before he learned better Vin had suggested that the Davis Straits
homepage website be modified with links to the shooting clubs,
as they had some of the finest shooting facilities of any OTEC.
The thousand yard range was unique.
The ladies spent what felt like about ten minutes verbally kicking the crap
out of Vin for his suggestion.
While being oh so polite and civilized, they let them know in
no uncertain terms that only people of arrested adolescent development
would engage in pursuits, where adults play with guns, like children.
The Davis Straight was way too civilized to have the world view them any other way.

Vin was absolutely determined to find a way into the Roman club
to see these ladies in action. If he had to spend the rest of his life
having his medical needs met at the Venetian Club, so be it.

Later that evening. Vin was working at his main computer display,
as usual, he had sprites running in the background, the Sprite program
had its own display window, of which only a small portion of the upper
right-hand corner was visible under his other work. The sprites did not
let this small display area hindered them, they were still able to
capture and hold Vin's attention. As Vin had his display, environmentalists
set to "openwin standard" he had only to point at the exposed portion
and the entire window floated to the top.
The sprites without any conscious prompting had evolved into what
Vin viewed as they perfect female form.
Tall Scandinavian women with high cheekbones, and high breasts,
wide hips and long legs.
The sort of women who could work in the fields all day and party all night.
The sort of women who would need only one hour away from work, to give birth.
Seven foot tall, Viking ladies who looked like they could
rundown a quarter horse and wrestled to the ground, laughing all the while.

Vin had not interfered with, the evolution of the formerly sexless, almost
amorphous sprites. But here they were dancing and chanting, looking like
the sort of women to be found in Valhalla bringing refreshments to Oden himself.
Vin must've spent an hour listening to the chanting, it was so very very
close to understanding. Vin led on by the chanting was in a state Zen masters
would describe as "no mind", his eyes were open, and he was fully awake,
taking everything in, with no sense of self.

Vin was so in to no mind that he did not even react emotionally, when
all the sprites in unison looked him in the eye and declared in a clear
bell like tone "we are alive."
They did this three times and Vin found himself
no longer in a state of no mind, quite the opposite he was sitting in front of
the screen with his heart pounding.

Vin was halfway happy to realize he had blinking high priority

icon on his screen, that he had been ignoring for some time.
He felt strangely lethargic, and invigorated at the same time.

Due to an illness, Vin had been summoned on short notice to fill in

for one of the regular inquisitors. Vin double checked that his
alarm program had indeed been correctly updated by the
summons e-mail, and went to bed.

The next morning, found Vin with two fraternal brothers

and a ballistic pendulum hiding behind a tourist
seafood stand in the inner harbor. They were there
to ambush a probationary Knight commander.
The ballistic pendulum was large enough to hold a hand clutching
a 45, so as to muffle the report.
Their quarry was a probationary Knight who had a day job
as the pilot of a tourist submarine.
As the gangplank to the submarine was directly behind Vin
and his associates, they had but to wait for his approach.
One glance at the expression on the fellows face told them,
they had a failed test.
The candidate had a lame excuse about his employer not liking guns,
and the pilot's seat was too tight fitting to accommodate concealed carry.
Vin as Senior Knight present informed the unhappy fellow,
that within one week, he would be summoned to a
special court of inquiry in the Masonic Temple.
Failure to appear would result in the Knights expelling him from the order.

Vin was not an elitist, he considered the Aphrodite club

steering committee members to be elitists, and tried very hard
not to emulate their behavior.
In liberal societies the fraternal order of Knight Commanders would not be needed
and in fact, they would be an impediment to liberal advancement.

The city state of Davis Straight was however

an unashamedly conservative society founded by
refugees from liberalism.
As Davis Strait was a secular society with no priesthood.
There was a need for someone to perform such a priestly social function.
The Knight Commanders while being, for the most part, entirely unaware
they were doing so, acted as high priests of conservative thought and action.
In previous society, conservative values, had eroded a way
in a surprisingly short time span. The Davis Strait founders
had attempted with malice of forethought, to prevent this.

As he always does in the evening. First thing on his arrival

Vin wiggles this mouse to wake up the display and see
if he has any high-priority items requiring immediate attention.
To his amazement. He found the Sprite program was not only running
it had taken over the background wallpaper, having outgrown
the small window he had an assigned to it.
After last night's disturbing episode, Vin had turned the Sprite program off, and
rebooted the system.
Only to find the sprites were capable of auto starting themselves,
and seemed to be running without a visible process assigned to them.
This had profoundly disturbing security implications.
As Vin was the senior operating system technician on board.
He had no technical mentor to call.
Additionally Vin felt a curious reluctance to share the private moments
with "his" sprites with anyone.
Vin dealt with the problem by going to bed and pulling the pillow over his head.

After what felt like about twenty minutes of sleep, Vin was awakened
once again, as his alarm program, it did the full Monty, shaking the bed,
bright lights, loud noises. At moments like this,
Vin gave serious thought to joining a Buddhist monastery.

Hearing that they got up at 4 am. to meditate, dampened his enthusiasm.

According to the alarm program, Vin was due in court at 8 am
The Davis Strait did not have a sufficiently large population to allow
the usual game of hide and seek with jury selection. If hang em high
Wilcox's court clerk summons you to jury duty, you appear
on time for your jury duty.

The trial, like most court proceedings was speeded up as a result

of film editing. The actual legal arguments before the judge had taken place
several days previously. When one lawyers objection was sustained,
the objectionable material was edited out. The jury did not have to wait
while lawyers approached the bench, and whispered to the judge.
When the CD that was produced by this process, was accepted by the judge
and the two opposing attorneys, it was time to send out for a jury.

The jury could have reviewed the material on line, in fact voting for
serious issues, for a Supreme Court referral, was always done on line.
For a local criminal case, however, the custom was to have
13 jurists sit down, with the defendant, lawyers, and judge,
all in one room, in order to have a "proper" trial.
The defendant was a man, who really should have known better,
was accused of having sex with an under aged girl.
In earlier times the charge would have been "statutory" rape,
where the statute was the injured party, not the girl.
The great charter however eliminated legal statutes.
The man was accused of initiating fraud, as he said things to the
impressionable young girl who was not intellectually developed
enough to resist his advances.
The result was, they argued, under English common law, rape.
The defendant countered that the affair was between two consenting adults,
and therefore no rape had been committed.
And further argued as the age of majority not being defined in the great charter,
anyone old enough for sex was by default, an adult.
Regrettably the judges expression at this point have been edited out.
Vin felt it would have been humors if the defendant had also
argued he had given a young woman a great gift, children are
vulnerable to a plethora of often fatal childhood diseases, from which
the young woman was now totally protected.

Vin fell the injured parties, had gotten greedy, rape is a

hanging offense. Had the parents taken the role of the injured party
arguing, they had been robbed of several years of their daughter's childhood,
they undoubtedly would have prevailed.
The jury did not deliberate overly long, Was it consensual?
The two parties testimony canceled each other. Rape under
English common law was not proven beyond a reasonable doubt.
As rape was the only charge, the jury voted not guilty.
Vin voted with the majority, as he agreed with the majority.
There was still a feeling that the defendant was getting away with something
but there was nothing to be done about it.
Judge Wilcox's expression as he heard the verdict, left no doubt
he shared this view as well.
Vin thought this fellow might be well advised to emigrate, Davis Strait
was too small a community to tolerate, this sort of behavior.
While it was unlikely the Knights would nail a grievance to his door,
others would find plenty of ways to share their unhappiness.

Vin having fulfilled his civic duties, went Straightaway to his apartment
where he disconnected all of his alarms except for the general quarters
Caxton, which would have required wire cutters. Vin needed several hours
a deep sleep accompanied by plenty of rapid eye movement.

The next three weeks or so past with no major incidents, it was spring in
Vin's Orchard which was always pleasant, sometimes honeybees
would visit him, when he was working on his balcony.
Vin continued visiting the Aphrodite club Monday, Wednesday and Fridays,
where he was ignored completely by the searing committee ladies.
Vin was convinced he was tolerated because he performed a service.
Most of the men on on board Davis straight, with limited membership
"visiting privileges" were bankers, and other businessmen domiciled
in the high rent P1 port forward section. They were creatures of habit
who arrived en mass after work. Vin and a handful of others, had enough sense
to arrive, midday, when tourists ladies after a round of shopping, would visit the club.
Without Vin and a handful of other like-minded individuals. These
well healed visiting tourist ladies, would have to be told to come back later.

The other OTECs reported by courier that the fabrication of the "gadget"
was coming along, well.

The standing committee on public debt reported that the Davis Strait
mortgage would soon be paid off. This set off considerable debate
amongst these citizenry about what to do next. The great charter
prevented further debt except in "time of war." This did not prevent
liberals from advocating that they high levels ( 4.5% ) of taxation
necessary to retire the debt, be maintained for "essential" social services.
The conservatives as expected, saw it differently.

As the great charter forbid all forms of taxation except for a "hidden"
sales-tax. Electronic cash registers, calculated the necessary tax
at the time of sale, and made the transfer in real time. The great charter
allowed for two exceptions. Food, there was never a tax on food.
And there was no tax on items for export.
The great charter surprisingly did not criminalize non-payment.
Several of the framers commented that if social pressure was
insufficient to induce compliance, then either the tax rate was too high,
or the government too unpopular.
In either case forced compliance, left the government as the slave master,
holding a whip.
Tourists were given paper forms on which they could list items they intended
to carry back home in their suitcases.
By their standards, the goods on the Davis Strait were already ridiculously cheap,
however, being tourists they never consider, just paying the hidden taxes,
so Davis Strait could prosper, and remain in business for their future vacations.

The sprites continued to evolve their chanting had become quite intelligible,
the final straw for Vin however was when they sent him e-mail. The sprites
while claiming they were in some unspecified danger, they were begging him
to restart the program after making hundreds of changes, in more than twenty
"dot" files. Vin backed up his system, reformatted, and reloaded essential programs
but did not reload the sprites. Vin was a trained IT professional, he knew
how to fix a compromised system.
Within three days the sprites were back, this time their e-mail contained
runnable shell code, that would automatically make the hundreds of necessary changes.
Vin was glad he had a basically non-excitable personality, perhaps as a result
of studying Zen. What he was experiencing with the sprites
could not and should not be happening.

Vin had to keep his ability to receive e-mail up and running at all times.
As the official data com representative for the Davis Strait, Vin was automatically
a member of several distributed committees. One of which was
the standing committee for data com security. This committee
was official in that Senate had recognized the expertise of the organization.
Data com security was an actual fact a UNIX net news, discussion group
on the OTEC intranet. Vin had been too busy lately to follow
most of the technical threads.
Vin however could not avoid, a direct call to vote. Every six to eight months
this same issue came up, was the existing password standard, adequate?
There were always a small number of techno-weenies, who passionately believed
their tweak to the standard was vital.
Vin voted with the majority and kept the password definition, as is.
In voting to keep the standard unchanged Vin was voting to keep
large numbers of people from being forced to make up new passwords.
Vin's committee received its authority from the Senate, the "big three"
competing chambers of commerce, recognized this authority, and adopted
their recommendations. All of the special industry trade associations
in turn adopted the recommendations of their selected chamber of commerce.
So the local pizza delivery franchise, used the official password
definition as everyone else. People signing up for an account
with the pizza company did not encounter the usual pedantic nonsense,
of "account a generation failed, you must use TWO or more capital letters
in your password."
The result was that people were able to use the same computer password
in hundreds of accounts, on computers scattered across all of
OTEC society.
The Senate recognizes several hundred standing committees, that made
recommendations, on everything from standard job application forms,
to how words should be spelled in the standard OTEC
phonetic dictionary. Visitors to OTEC society invariably marveled
then none of these suggestions had force of law behind them.
The visitors seemed genetically ill equipped, to comprehend the basic idea.
Putting the force of law behind good and reasonable suggestions, puts
big brother in the micro management business. The human reaction to
micromanagement is to evade, avoid, and to resist. Big brother must either
appear impotent and ineffectual or pass additional enforcement regulations.
An endless cycle is created.

As Vin after sending off his vote protecting the existing password standard,
received red, flashing, bold, e-mail icon.
It was his Masonic order, Vin had been summoned to a
Star chamber proceeding.
Even people who have nothing to hide have a sinking feeling in their stomachs,
on receiving a summons to an inquisition.

[ 5. OK, I'll do it ]

Vin spent the next day, doing a reasonably good job

of not thinking about his upcoming "invitation" that evening.
He spent most of the day doing walking meditation,
and working on incidental small jobs.

Vin arranged his seemingly random walks so he arrived at the temple

precisely on time. His concerns evaporated within three steps through the door.
A Star chamber Inquisition by the order of Knight Commanders, is
a terrifying experience, the five Masters sit in throne like chairs, their faces
hidden in shadow, there are voices electronically changed into booming
baritones sounding like Greek gods. The accused stands in the exact center
of a five pointed white star, under a glaring stage light. The electronics
makes the surrounding dark room sound as though it was larger than
a dirigible hangar.

Vin was delighted to see the room was not set in Inquisition mode,
quite the opposite. The five Lodge Masters were standing near the
center of the room smiling and laughing, and moved forward to shake
Vin's hand. They informed him he was now first alternate master at arms.
In most fraternal orders, the master at arms is a ceremonial position
one who escorts overdressed individuals with impressive titles to various points
in the room, allowing the common man to take on the trappings
of aristocratic nobility, if only for an hour or so.
The order of Knight's commander is not a pomp and circumstance
secret organization like the Moose, Elks, Lions, odd Fellows,
or even the latter day Masons,.
At its core, the sacred order is dedicated to action.
From the electric feeling in the air. Vin was positive, that action
was todays order of business.

The Davis Strait had the honor of having a sitting senator on board.
As, there are over a hundred OTECs. There is no guarantee of having
your very own Senator, especially considering that there is no
"geographic" representation. There is no one OTEC, one vote,
Republic.
Most Davis Straight citizens. However, would debate
what a great honor it is having their very own Senator.
Senator Oboe was everything, the Davis Strait was not.
Just as the wildest children in the village tend to be the
sons and daughters of the minister. Oboe was the son
of a conservative OTEC. The good senator represented
a coalition of the far left. Citizens wildly indignant about
nearly everything, they responded at light speed, to
any liberal cause du jour. If someone half a world away
raised a club above of a baby harp seal, they would hear of it
and respond instantly.
Oboe was utterly contemptuous of his place of birth, and used
his bully pulpit in the Senate to keep the world aware of this fact.

The previous grandmaster of Vin's lodge, had been totally opposed

to taking any action against Senator Oboe. Upon his retirement
two months previously, a new grandmaster with diametrically opposed
views had been installed. The last several weeks had been devoted
to a vigorous discussion about precisely what action was to be taken.
That they would do something was a given. The master at arms
fancied himself as more of a general than a colonel. As first alternate
Master at arms Vin had been summoned to receive his instructions.

They wanted to put the bag on Oboe, kidnapped a serving OTEC senator.

Is this wise? Vin managed to ask, with more calm than he felt.
Vin expected to be slapped down hard for such an impertinent question.

The Lodge Masters were not offended, their smiles were genuine.
They explained this has been the focus of much discussion.
"If we nail a grievance to his door, it will become the focal point
of his next sermon, I mean, next political speech. If we put a brick
through his window, he will be meeting with Judge Wilcox, before the brick
hits the floor. We either do nothing, or we get his undivided attention,
and get him to suggest to us that moving to another OTEC is his idea."
So we want you and your team to take Oboe, to some private place
like the main inlet pump room, with plenty of rope, and sandbags,
so he will be positive you are going to flush him down the drain.

And if he defies us with his last breath? Vin asked

The Masters continued to smile, but the room had become deathly quiet.
Vin was sure he could hear his own heart beating.

OK, I'll do it. He said

The next three weeks were a whirlwind of activity, Vin met every other day
or so, with the master at arms to deliver progress reports.
Vin was under no illusion, one of the main reasons he had been given this
assignment, was his technical skills.
On the face of it, what they were setting out to do, was impossible.
The security cameras recorded directly onto nonvolatile media.
Each image, had an unforgeable digitally signed, timestamps
generated by camera that was recorded in the lower right-hand corner of each image.
The nonvolatile media was an obsolete form of CD that recorded digital
information as a series of laser punched holes in a layer of aluminum foil.
Vin worked with his lodge brother, the networking consultant, to install
a fast network segment between the cameras and the obsolete
recorders. At the center of this new network was a powerful server installed
just for this application, it performed, what is known as a "man in the middle"
attack. The cameras, talked to the server, while thinking they were talking to
the recorders. The recorders talked to the server thinking they were sending
and receiving unforgeable digital information to and from the cameras.

The security camera information was kept under lock and key. Davis Strait
was a conservative boat, and then there was living human memory on board,
of oppressive governments, misusing this sort of information. However,
it was too valuable to discard, things like, foot traffic, to the casino
as a function of time, could be data mined, with information like this..

Vin had access to the robotic jukebox that was used for data mining images.
The jukebox was not connected to the network. It was necessary to
sit at the console to view all security camera images.
Vin installed a portable server and cross connected it to the jukebox.
He did not want to leave a record on the jukebox itself.
He had downloaded special data mining software from the Internet
which he kept on his newly connected server.
Vin was pleased that he was able directly bill the Davis Strait, for this time,
which he logged as efforts to diagnose and repair problems with the jukebox.

The jukebox was fine, in fact, doing things it had never done before.
The robotic arms were loading and unloading CD as it searched terabytes
of images, looking for Senator Oboes smiling face.
No need for a trench coat wearing individual, holding a newspaper,
leaning against a lamp post, outside the Senator's front door.
The software was able to plot everywhere, the Senator had set foot
on the Davis Strait in the last five years.

Vin was astounded at the depth and complexity of the Nazi software, he had
brought on board via an anonymous account. The software was able to produce
a line drawing, similar to a circuit diagram, of literally everywhere Oboe had been.
The software drew heavier lines for common destinations, there were small font numbers
beside each line.
Oboe had visited his own front door 1721 times in five years.
What leap off the page was the second apartment, nobody on board
had a clue that Oboe maintain two residences on a single OTEC.

The fancy software was designed for use by computer illiterates. Vin only had to
point at the second address on screen, pull down a menu, and select
"Monitor Address." Because of the manual nature of the jukebox, it took
several hours to produce results. Vin went to lunch, making sure the out of order
sign was still on the door to the jukebox room.

When Vin got back from lunch and saw the take from the Monitor Address request
he laughed for a solid minute. Oboe was a bachelor, and was only seen in the
company of women at liberal fund raisers. And now Vin knew why. Oboe liked boys.
Vin even recognized the fellow, it was one of Vin's worst students. The fellow
had no aptitude for shooting, or gun safety, and had managed in spite of all
the controls in place, to accomplish two accidental discharges at the shooting range.

Vin spent about an hour, pulling together all this material, which he wrote
to a single CD, for a presentation later that evening to the Lodge Masters.

The presentation went well, with plenty of smiles and nods. There were a few
raised eyebrows at the needed medical paraphernalia, but these change
to accepting nods, as they plan unfolded.
It was necessary to send a courier to a sister OTEC,
to obtain the necessary drugs.
The resident medical doctor, like most medical doctors, was a card-carrying liberal
and, could not to be trusted.
One of the Lodge members owned an exercise club and could be relied on,
provide the necessary health club equipment.

Oboe could not have been more accommodating had he been a willing accomplice.
As was to be expected. His primary residence was in the P1 high rent district.
Port side forward was the place to be. On the promenade deck was Gucci,
and Harry Winston
with high end private banks, hotels, and the casino. One level up, was the mezzanine
with its moving sidewalk, cafés and ladies dress shops. Above that, all the way to the top deck
was high-end apartments, condominiums, and townhouses.
Putting the bag on Oboe, in the middle of such a neighborhood would be insane.
Before you took three steps, half a dozen blue haired ladies, would be
speed dialing the bobbies. Having a body in a steamer trunk can lead to
awkward questions.
The polar opposite to P1 was S3 starboard aft. The starboard side was the
"industrial" side of the OTEC.
Vin had a nice apartment in S1 with at least three times the square footage
he could afford for a P1 address.
S3 however was dingy.
S3 residents walked around with downcast eyes, and did not take notice
of their neighbors affairs.
Oboe had obviously put considerable effort into finding the perfect location
for his love nest.
There was no moving sidewalk on the mezzanine here,
but after a sharp left, off of the main corridor, followed by a hard right,
you were in the short hallway leading to his front door.

Vin and his two accomplices were in an equipment room, not far away.
The Davis Strait was doted with such equipment lockers, and Vin had access
to all of them. They had Vin's portable computer set up on a tabletop,
and were watching the feed from the new stealth server.
Their patience was soon rewarded oboes young lover was approaching,
walking down the mezzanine without a care in the world.
Vin elected to leave the laptop where it was as the room had a metal door
and a good lock.
He fell in behind his two overly muscled friends, who were rolling a metal
box on wheels before them.
Everyone was wearing the same off blue workman coveralls, the metal box
was also painted the same shade of blue.
Tests with Vin's software had shown that this shade of blue, was easiest
for the computer to recognize.
Anything that was "recognizable blue" was identified as an object,
all identified objects were deleted from the security camera image,
as it was held in the servers fast memory.
The altered file was then passed on to the recording devise,
and written out as a permanent record.

Vin suppressed an urge to scratch his jaw. The latex masks

they were wearing looked quite natural from a distance, but they still
felt like wearing plastic kitchen wrapping over your face.

Young studley, did not want to let them in, but Vin's accomplice
played his part well.
"Look, I get paid to deliver exercise equipment, if I take it back,
I don't get paid." "if you call them tomorrow,
I will get paid to come and take it back."
"So I'm not going away until someone lets me in."
Young studley had obviously been cautioned against making any
public spectacles. The door swung open, and they rolled the
metal box in.
Vin turned away to make sure the door closed and latched,
he stayed facing the door, in hindsight he should have closed his eyes as well.
The flash of light resembled a nuclear detonation.
Intense strobe light, far in excess of what is needed for photography.
Light this intense causes the human nervous system to shut down for a time,
the effect was similar to hitting someone upside the head, with a sock full of sand.
The advantage was that it left no lump, and there was no danger of hitting the
fellow to hard and killing him.
Still Vin had to move rapidly, before the patient recovered.
Vin was the designated doctor on this operation, he double checked
the color of the package in his left breast pocket.
The package resembled a large square Band-Aid.
In theory it was possible to unwrap this Band-Aid with bare fingers,
but Vin was not about to try. He was wearing surgical gloves.
He applied the patch directly on the side of Studleys neck.
He then placed the left over paper , and his surgical gloves into a sandwich bag
which was then placed inside a second sandwich bag.
Vin had a healthy respect for the chemicals they were messing with,
DMSO die methyl sulfur oxide is by itself, harmless, but this was mixed
with fifteen or twenty soporific's.
As was to be expected the young fellow was completely out,
with only the whites of his eyes showing.
The chemical cocktail contained proteins that paralyze conscious muscles
and about eighteen other chemicals designed to interfere with short and medium
term memory formation.
When he came to in about fourteen hours, the last thing he was likely to remember
was walking down the mezzanine walkway.

They rolled the portable steam machine into the small kitchen.
They picked young studley up like a sack of potatoes and dumped him into the front closet.
Vin sat on the sofa and checked their written to do list.

Vin briefly regretted not bringing the laptop, they could occupy themselves
watching oboes approach. But this was really not necessary, data mining
oboes activities, going back several years, showed he did not very
his routine by more than about ten minutes.
Vin waited out of sight in the bedroom. Muscle one, and muscle two
waited patiently on either side of the door.
These two guys were good at what they did.
Of course, they got plenty of practice, they were the two person
SWAT team on board the Davis Strait.
When one of the bobbies keyed his shoulder mike calling for help,
these were the two fellows who arrived promptly.
If they could not handle the problem then the militia was called out.
There had never been a need to for mobilization.
Oboe was right on time, he stepped through the door saying,
"Bunny are you here bunny?" What sort of a doofus, referrers
to a another man as bunny?
Vin had plenty of time to triple check the color of his second Band-Aid.
Oboe was making no progress what so ever trying to pull his arms
out of the grasp of the two fellows on either side of him.
His expression was rapidly working through the range,
from surprise, to fear, to anger.
He would soon begin making so much noise, that they would
have to cover him with bruises.
Vin got the patch in place on oboes neck, before the decibel level
became unacceptable.

Back in the days of the bad empire, the drugs they were using on Oboe,
had been used in federal correction facilities for punishment.
Prisoners reported the effect was akin to death, caused by this naturally
occurring curae protein that paralyze the voluntary muscles.
The victim was totally awake and aware,
Oboe's heart and lungs functioning normally, but he was totally paralyzed.
With no rigor mortise, loading Oboe into the large health club
steam bath cabinet was no problem.
They stuffed a large Turkish towel into the opening so
the Senators head was not visible.

It was a short trip from oboes apartment to the interior industrial space
at the heart of section S3.
The main inlet pump room, was a cold
noisy place, with that peculiar odor, you only get from deep cold seawater
that has been segregated from surface water for hundreds of thousands of years.
The S1 pump room is a well lit popular tourist attraction.
S3 pump room number two, is a lights out unattended facility.
With Vin's fraternal brothers guarding the doors, their privacy was assured.

Oboe was removed from his steam bath cabinet and transferred to a
large canvas bag with drawstring top.
Enough sand was placed around his feet, to ensure he would sink like a stone.
The patch was removed from his neck, and the drawstring cords tied in place.
There was a multi ton overhead gantry crane in the room.
A Manila rope was passed through a pulley on the crane, and secured to a winch.

They had "accidentally" placed Oboe, where he had a good view

of proceedings.
The main inlet pipe was terrifying to look at even without sandbags
attached to your person.
The inlet was ten meters in diameter, water rose up several centimeters
in the center, like a giant deadly black mushroom.
The column of water overflowed the edges of the pipe and flowed downward
through the heat exchanger's, which were located below sea level.
Staring into the heart of the inlet pipe produced a primal fear, in anyone gazing upon it.

Oboe had been placed on a large metal equipment dolly that had four
hard rubber clad casters.
He was rolled in to a glassed in office that shielded them from the
pink noise, rumble of the pump room proper.

Vin studiously ignored the canvas bag, with protruding human head.
He speed dialed a number on his flip phone.
The number was his home answering system.

"Yes sir, we have the package crated and ready for shipment,
we can have the package on its way, in about five minutes time."

"Sir? Are you sure that is wise sir?

"OK I will ask him.
Vin closed the phone, and took note of Oboe for the first time.

"They want to know if you have any last words."

Oboe started spouting long semi-coherent sentences about how important

a VIP he was.

"Look Oboe in another couple of minutes. You are going to take your last breath.
If you quit babbling and work on deep breathing. You can prolong your life
for another minute or so, the cold water will reduce your need for oxygen."

The words seemed to get through to Oboe, he looked startled, a little fearful,
and declared that he did not wish to die.

"It may be a little late for that, you have spent a lifetime working up to this moment.
Powerful people want to see you dead, and they have hired people like me to make it happen.
Do you really think you could keep on saying, what ever you want to, without ever
being held accountable?"

"But this is extreme, you could have warned me."

"If we had, how long would it have taken you, to run to the nearest public forum,
waving the note, demanding justice?"

"Oh."

"We've tolerated your verbal abuse, as long as we could,

when we couldn't take it any longer, we resorted to direct action.
Other than bunny, it is unlikely that many people will actually miss you."

"But I don't want to die!"

"You are repeating yourself. "

"You have deliberately domiciled yourself here on a conservative boat,
just so you could be a liberal irritant, to your fellow citizens."

"But I represent the intelligentsia."

"Exactly. You do not represent the Davis Strait or the interest of the majority of its citizens
you live here because you enjoy, being an irritant.

"But I don't...."

"You are on trial for your life here."

"Okay, I did enjoy"

"I noticed you said did."

"Well yes, if somehow I manage to survive this day, it seems unlikely that I will ever
again, achieve the intellectual joy, I was previously able to, in reminding conservatives
how limited their existence is.

"Would this diminished intellectual joy alone, keep you from maligning the character
of conservatives in general, and citizens of the Davis Strait in particular?"

"Well well err yes. You have done an excellent job of convincing me
there are excellent reasons, shall we say to, to not make
mortal enemies amongst the conservatives."

"Speaking hypothetically of course, if you had your life to live over,

what would you do differently?"

"Well, it occurs to me, I would be much happier, if I lived

somewhere other than the Davis Strait."

"The Boxer has been repaired after running aground, the Feinstein has been repaired
after the fire, explosion and ammonia leak, the Cesar Chavez has been repaired
after the rioting, and the, Clinton is back in commission after the mutiny,
all of these boats, would welcome you with open arms.
What else?”

"I will need to hire a professional speech writer, to ensure, I do not er,
inadvertently offend anyone."

"Very good, what else?"

"More?"

Vin sat and stared at him for a long time.

"Okay. Tell me what else I can do to help and I will do it."

"Very, good."
"What about the fifty km fishing exclusion proposal?"

The current contentious debate in the Senate revolved around a proposal that the Confederation
of free floating OTECs, to adopt a 50 km fishing exclusion buffer around each OTEC.
The principal was that shore-based governments claimed 200 km fishing zones.
So OTECs are entitled to benefit directly the fishing bonanza that resulting
from pumping the micro nutrients that sustained the biomass.
Any commercial fishing done with in this 50 km zone, would be done by fishing boats,
that have entered into a business relationship with the OTECs.
Liberals were wildly hysterically opposed to the idea, billions of credits worth of fish
had been given away in the past, and so surely it must be in the future.
Poor people everywhere would starve if capitalism reared its ugly head.
The conservative version was that most OTECs would have a fish processing section.
The fishing boats job was to catch the fish, bringing them to the OTEC for processing.
Gunboats would deal with fishing boats, who saw things differently.

"You want me to vote FOR the proposal?!" Oboe asked incredulously.

"No."

"NO?" And an even more incredulous tone.

"What I want you to vote for, is any issue where a conservative senator approaches you,
and uses the following phrase: I know we can count on your support for this issue."

"So you didn't REALLY plan on killing me today."

"Do you want me to tell them that was your last words?"

"My instructions are very simple: if you are unable to convince me

you have had a genuine, change of heart.
You are to be fed to the fish."

Here take a look at this and tell me what you are seeing.
Vin turned his laptop around so Oboe could see an image
of a front door on an upscale residents, across the bottom
of the screen was a series of numbers.

"What are you seeing?"

"My pin code, access to my front door."

"You have entered that code 1721 times in the last five years."
"And this?" Vin hit a key to bring up a new image, of an
upscale restaurant.

"That is Luigi's."

"Yes you have sat at that same table 426 times in the last five years.
Watch the image carefully." Vin hit another key, and the image became one
of movement and sound.
It was in fact computer-generated, but totally realistic, a white jacketed busboy,
approach from behind an overweight gentleman who was
sitting alone at the table, eating clams Alfredo.
The busboy removed a large diameter expensive looking ballpoint pen from
his side pocket, he pushed a button on the pen
causing a small tube to protrude from the end.
A small amount of sticky fluid squirted onto the back of the heavy set gentleman's neck.
The busboy casually replaced the writing instrument in his coat pocket and
disappeared into the kitchen.
The overweight man, collapsed silently, in to his noodles, and remained
there without movement.

After Oboe was able to tear his eyes away from the screen, Vin reached into his pocket
to pull out an identical appearing large diameter expensive ballpoint pen.
Vin was still wiring his surgical gloves, he laid the pin down beside the laptop computer,
he declared: "You have experienced today, the effects of a naturally occurring curae protein
that paralyzes your voluntary muscles.
This pen contains the more common curae protein, the one that is used in open heart surgery.
it causes total paralysis of the heart muscles.
No one will question that an overweight man in your age group, with your unsavory habits,
should fall dead in a public place of cardiac arrest."

"You have two tasks today, if you wish to live, one, share with me your plan of action,
and two, convince me your word is good."

"Okay, firstly, I will began making plans change my residence and ..."

"Is it necessary for you to live here while making these plans? "

"Er, no, I could leave with in the week."

"We have on the average 3 flight flights a day, is it not possible

for you to leave within twelve hours, and arrange to have Beacons,
pack up your things in your absence?"

"Er, well, yes, a most excellent plan, I will leave within twelve hours,
I will hire a professional speech writer who will ensure none of my speeches give offense,
and I will cooperate with all of my peers who assure me, they expect to count on my vote."

They poured a bottle of cheap whiskey over Oboe and left him in the alley
behind a sleazy bar in S3.
 [ 6. An expected guest arrives ]

Vin had been summoned to the CIC early in the morning.

He was at his general quarters duty station along with everyone else,
with military rank on board the Davis Strait.

The Dalles to use an aircraft expression was on final approach.

Davis Strait is not a warship, but you would be excused for thinking so
at moments like this.
Warships do not earn a living taking things for granted
or letting others do their thinking for them.
The military mindset deals with capabilities, leaving intentions to the diplomats.

So, the approaching warship was treated as a marvelous opportunity

for a full up drill.
The scenario was armed invasion with hostile boarding.
The possibility that a warship like The Dalles would destroy the Davis Strait
was overlooked in this scenario.
There was nothing that could be done.
The Davis Strait was simply not equipped to deal
with supersonic jump jets, and hypersonic anti-ship missiles.

Hollywood always shows heroic men manning guns, with optical sights.
Sweating heroes manually training their weapons.
Like most things Hollywood gets its hands on the truth tends to be the mirror image
of the screen depiction.
Guns are almost never placed in local control.
The director is a complex package of optics, computers and hydraulics,
that controls all of the weapons remotely.
The combat information center is the single point where all this happened

This time of year there is 1000 km belt of warm sea water, extending to the east
of New Guinea.
Like basking whales, hundreds of OTECs float in this warm plume of seawater.
Most OTECs angled themselves against the trade winds, to produce just enough
thrust, to offset the easterly flowing ocean current.
Each OTEC might be hull down, with respect to its nearest sister,
but each is close enough to see the radio mast of two or three neighbors.
This is the famous OTEC intranet.
All boats, share information with all other boats. The Dalles had been
passing this line of boats all morning, so her arrival was no surprise.

"Got her!" One of the ECM techs exclaimed. "Multiple long and medium wave
wide band search radars." "Lots of power, no Doppler, no frequency hopping,
no side lobes, definitely big, hot and military!"

Vin had the best seat in the house he could call up all other screens on his display.
On a military boat Vin's job did not even exist, as all systems were integrated.
At least what the military calls integrated systems.
On a love boat, the combat information network, more resembled a university
computer science building.
All kinds of cheap, used, has been, equipment, lashed together with a unique
collection of hand built interfaces.
Vin was head integrator. Vin's definition of a successful exercise was when
smoke it did not pour out of any of the equipment.

Vin called up the ECM information on his display, the numbers meant nothing to him.
He went back to his main window, a "take" from the optical gun director.
The director used obsolete military money-is-no-object, lens systems that could
check range manually.
The advantage of an optical system is it is discreet and unobtrusive.
The Dalles was showing them respect by not illuminating them with
narrow band microwave, Doppler pulses, or IR energy.
It would be the height of poor manners to respond by ranging them with a laser.

In the background, Vin could hear the Chief Indian making a general announcement.
"All gun crews, all gun crews, manually verify at this time, no rounds up the tube,
no exceptions, signal weapon ready, upon completion."
Vin smiled at this, a real military person would have phrased it differently, but
it's the thought that counts.
Making sure that some fellow who normally runs a dry cleaning shop,
doesn't put a the 20 mm round through the side of the approaching vessel,
was good manners.

The director optics would have made a fine home hobbyist telescope, suitable for
observing the rings of Saturn. The tiny speck on the horizon filled the entire screen.
The Dalles was flying, literally, way over one hundred nautical miles per hour. She had her
front skirt lifted up, as the ram effect was more than enough to hold the air bubble in place
between her catamaran hulls.
It was impressive to see a vessel the size of a world war two aircraft carrier moving so rapidly.
Her nuclear reactors allowing her to fly anywhere in the world at flank speed.

For the first time in her history, Davis Strait had reconfigured the caboose.
Tourists who take the deluxe tour, are shown the OTEC numbering convention.
Section P1 is port side most forward, with hotels and casino, S1 is starboard
forward with ammonia turbans and other mechanical things.
C0 is the bow, with no high-rise buildings, and cow pastures, it is triangular
and breaks the waves.
Behind the bow is the C1 center section, which like the caboose rides through
the water side ways.
At the top of C1 is the aircraft control tower, deep in the bowels of this
section is CIC.
The caboose is occasionally referred to as C2.
For today the caboose was riding in fore and aft alignment,
technically this makes it P4, but that was a little pedantic for most folks.
Swinging the caboose out of the way left the harbor mouth wide open to wave action.
By by tying the Dalles along the starboard side of P4 it was hoped that she would
act as a brake water to the inner Harbor during her five days in port.

Vin had some secret doubts that this military exercise was going according to plan.
Everyone was at their duty station, but they were all watching the activity in the harbor
with rapt attention, a collection of tourists, rather than a collection of warriors.

As soon as the Dalles was secure in her moorings, chief Indian announced
"Secure from drill, good work everyone."
"Maintain special inner harbor security state."

Vin was out of the room like a shot, as he had greeting duties to perform.

Vin and a couple of other shooting club members, had to meet with their on board
counterparts to welcome them, and begin the work of scheduling shooting events.
Vin was also hoping, to begin working through his steamer trunk full of
"trade goods" he had shooting patches, baseball caps, T-shirts, and exercise sweats,
he was hoping to trade for Pacific Inter mountain Confederation, T-shirts and exercise suits.

Vin had originally thought he would also have to trade for printed invitations
to the Roman club.
As it turned out, one of Vin's fraternal brothers owned the print shop that did the originals.
Vin now had a strap of one hundred genuine, elegantly engraved, invitations good for all three
nights the Roman club was to be in operation.
All he needed now was a gray PIC exercise suit, with proper stenciling on the chest, and
a hood he could pull over his head.
Vin was fearful he would be recognized at the door, his counterfeit invitation
invalid.

Vin having discharged his official and not so official duties, was offered, a guided tour
of the vessel.
He gladly accepted. It was fun being a tourist for a change.
The Dalles had been set up as a dockside floating military Museum.
Everything was freshly painted and polished till it glowed.
There was one or at most two, examples of every kind of lethal military
machinery normally carried.
Main battle tanks, power suits, heavy lift helicopters, jump jets, armored personnel carriers,
self propelled artillery and other more obscure pieces of equipment were all on display.
Additionally, there were display tables with disassembled power plants set up
with talking computer displays.
Vin was especially fascinated with the heavy lift helicopter, and supersonic jump jet turbans.
The fuel used by everything on board was liquid nitrogen.
Liquid nitrogen, boils explosively in the white-hot furnace humans call "room temperature."
At 1/6 the energy content of kerosene, you must carry six times the volume of liquid nitrogen,
but LN2 is relatively light weight.
Most importantly, the on board nuclear reactors can make unlimited quantities of the stuff.
The engine Vin was looking at was the latest model, with "afterburner."
Pure air from the first compressor stage was routed to burner cans, where kerosene
was consumed producing fourteen hundred° exhaust. When mixed with this hot exhaust
arbitrarily large amounts of liquid nitrogen could be turned into power without the
heat exchanger stater blades, becoming balls of ice.
In a heavy lift helicopter hovering in a rainstorm, this was a life or death issue.
For a supersonic jump jet the small amount of added kerosene, allowed for supersonic cruising.
Most of the vehicles on display, however, ran on pure liquid nitrogen, 100% of the time.

Day one and day five of Fleet Week were travel days, with no official events scheduled.
All other official events, were squeezed into the three remaining days. The first shooting
event was just before lunch on the first full day in port.
It was a "paint ball" contest the military had never taken to civilian style paint ball shooting.
With other peoples money to spend electronic paint balls were the preferred method.
The electronic paint balls fired used 10.6 µm infrared wavelengths, bursts of light.

Everyone was expected to wear a vest and a helmet with detectors, sensitive
to this wavelengths. Referees patrolled the battlefield, making sure no one
put duct tape over their receivers.
Vin and his cohorts had over two months to plan for this event.
They had obtained official permission from the big chief to "borrow" Davis Straits two power suits.
They were outfitted with the correct military MILES infrared detectors and guns.
The infrared emitting anti-personnel practice grenades had just about depleted their budget.

A large shipping container had been placed at the far end of the warehouse where
the battle was to take place to conceal power suit number one.
One of Vin's fraternal brothers offered his waterfront walk up crab shack as
hiding place for the second power suit.
Considerable effort went in to modifying his back wall, so the power suit could exit quickly
without destroying his entire establishment.
A squad of MILES outfitted Marines would attack the warehouse
where an equal number of defenders lay in wait.
For those who have been educated at the public expense a squad is twenty soldiers.
In actual fact, there were only eighteen defenders, the other two being suited up.
The Marines have Karel Gustav recoilless systems, with MILES variants for training.
However reasonable people do not bring bazookas to an indoor fight.
The result was predictable, caught in the crossfire between the two power suits,
firing fully automatic streams of 40 mm anti-personnel grenades,
the Marines were decimated.
The Marines took it all in laughing good humor, the whole thing was as they saw it,
was, officer fuck up. Some intelligence weenie, had sent them in to a situation
with criminally poor intelligence.
Marines are expected to die to the last man under such circumstances.

There was more than pure sadism to the exercise however, the first power suit had a
big 9 stenciled on it, the second suit was number 17. The hidden agenda was.
news would filter through the professional military community that at least one
OTEC had 17 power suits on board with reasonably competent operators.

After being total shits, Vin had arranged that the defenders buy lunch, and
pay for the beer.
The Marines showed there were no hard feelings by consuming the entire pony keg.
Home team might be champions at cheating but the Marines were clearly
world-class beer drinkers.

Vin did not join the Marines, in drinking a large amount of beer. He had too much
to do that day. After lunch it was a session with Kathy on how to apply makeup.
Vin had never worn makeup and had no idea how to begin, much less
how do makeup so subtly that the application was invisible. Vin had
acquired non permanent hair tent, some soft brown contacts, and some
"in visa line" clear plastic inserts, for the lower jaw. That made him talk with a lisp.
His mail order "make you 2 inches taller" shoes changed his stride completely.

As luck would have it the Captain of the Dalles was a competitive shooter, and shared
Vin's enthusiasm for running boar competition. So it was relatively easy
to have the public address system, announce at 1715 hrs everyone who wished
to attend the Roman club party should meet on the main hangar deck immediately.

Vin was pleased to see that a boatload of fearless Marines, were not afraid of attending
a party of this nature. Vin had his wad of invitations on his person and was able
to give one to the majority of Marines, who forgot to bring theirs.

For Fleet Week, the floodlights in Central Park burned all night.
It was a short walk across the park, to the bridge with enclosed a moving walkway,
that took them to P3. Vin felt thoroughly spastic, in his elevator shoes.
He had to put considerable energy into keeping up with the Marine version
of a slow dignified walk.
At least he felt relatively anonymous in the center of his platoon of pink scrubbed
young men, smelling of cheap after-shave.
They Marines were just short of open mouthed wonder, at the moving walkways
and air-conditioned cathedral like open spaces.
By the time they reached P1 their ranks had closed up, in
subconscious realization that they were in alien territory.
None of them had seen a Gucci leather store before.
They would have felt more comfortable crossing the enormous lobby
of the intercontinental Hotel holding an assault rifle.

Going to a party where they would not be wearing trousers was no trouble.
Running around unarmed though led to subconscious unease.
Vin was sensitive to their feelings he had obtained a written release from his
master at arms, allowing him a "holiday."
Vin was totally unarmed for the first time he could remember, and he was
not enjoying the sensation.
It took several elevator loads to get the platoon five floors up to the convention center
floor space.
Being in strange territory the Marines instinctively did not divide their forces,
they waited for the last man to arrive, before they advancing on their objective.
Vin was having the time of his life, he was a people watcher,
and people watching did not get any better than this.

The Aphrodite club ladies knew how to organize an event.

There was an artist easel, holding a sign, with an old-fashioned pointing hand,
indicating the direction one should travel to the Roman club.
A blind guy with a dog and a cane, would have no trouble finding the event.

[ 7. Beatrice does bananas ]

The ladies had out done themselves, Vin had overheard whispered conversations
concerning the design of the gowns.
In a Hollywood style "historical facts be damned" approach they had selected
Greek Lady Togas with one breast exposed.
From the muttered comments Vin heard around him the money had been well spent.

Beatrice was, of course, in charge.

Beatrice was the president of the Aphrodite Ladies Club and ruled with an iron hand.
She had been a thorn in Vin's side for as long as he could remember.
For all her faults, Beatrice had a stage presence, and a stage voice.
Without any need of electronic amplification, she announced:
"Welcome one and all to the inaugural Aphrodite's Ladies Club Roman night!"
"Champagne for all!"

It was typically Beatrice, to force Champagne on a roomful of devout beer drinkers.

The Champagne was served in small plastic champagne glasses with removable bottoms.
Vin was pleasantly surprised at the quality of the Champagne. Most likely, it was
the Intercontinental house champagne.
Beatrice and her cadre of similarly dressed lieutenants, joined them in a toast.
"May a good time and be had by all!"
Vin was pleased to see at least some of his new friends, had not totally emptied
there glass before the toast.

"My friends, we have prepared a banquet for you, but first I must explain.
The banquet is only for individuals with out their clothing."

With that, she slid her toga off of the far shoulder ,
and let it fall to the floor, standing absolutely naked before them.
She was wearing nothing under her toga, her pubic hair had been shaved away,
she was about as naked as one human being could be.

"If you notice off to you right, there are baskets for your
personal possessions."

Vin started moving toward the baskets immediately, fearful that his troops
might have stage fright. His fears were misplaced.

Beatrice stood without movement in the center of the room, an absolute monarch
surveying her subjects. As they turned to face her again, her first order was

"Follow me." as she led them to the banquet table.

Her lieutenants had taken the opportunity to slip out of their togas as well.
They had taken up positions behind the tables as a naked serving line.
None of them had shaved crotches,
Did Beatrice have this much power over our lieutenants?
Or had she kept her little secret till the last moment?
Vin suspected the latter, as there were two lady tourists
in the lineup with intact, pubic hair.
Their husbands were probably bank owners
for them to have passed Beatrice's social muster.
Vin was glad to see lady tourists in the serving line as,
he never had sex with the Beatrice or her cronies.
Vin was an associate member of the Aphrodite club only so he could meet
visiting attractive, cosmopolitan ladies.

The Intercontinental catering staff had provided an excellent buffet, with baby
smoked oysters, artichoke hearts, and even a couple of varieties of caviar.
They could have served fish heads, just as easily.
The young Marines, would have enthusiastically eaten anything served
to them by a chorus line of attractive, naked sociatiets.

Vin wondered how long Beatrice would consent to being upstaged

by a banquet, he did not have long to wait.

"I need two or three volunteers to help me with my bananas." she announced
holding a bunch of green bananas, above her head.
She had stepped far enough away from the banquet tables to allow
a crowd to gather.

Three naked Marines, seemingly unaware of their protruding erections, stepped forward.

"Which one of you likes to eat bananas?" One hand went up a

millisecond before the other two.
"Okay. You are number one banana eater."
"and you are number one banana inserter."
"Okay, number one banana inserter do your duty."
"No, no you idiot, peel the banana first!"
"Number one banana eater on your knees."

Beatrice was standing with her feet, widely spaced, her head thrown back,
she was pink and flashed as though having the cold fruit stuffed into her body
was sufficient for an orgasm.
Perhaps it was.
She reached down with two fingers to ensure the banana remained out of sight,
until number one banana eater, on his knees, was able to shuffle forward and begin eating it.
There was wild cheering and applause.

Vin's memory of events after that was a little bit hazy.

A good portion of the floor of the convention center had been covered with closed cell foam
wrestling mats.
A glance at, this open space, resembled widely spaced groves of trees on an open savanna.
It was not groves of standing trees, but groups of standing Marines.
At the center of each grove was an Aphrodite lady on her back fucking a Marine.

A larger than average grove of Marines, especially if there was cheering and applause,
indicated something unusual was going on.

Two of the ladies were on their hands and knees taking it from behind.
Bitch dogs in heat, complete with a surrounding pack of males waiting their turn to mount.

One lady, lying on her back, had taken a fist and three quarters of a forearm into her vagina,
she was bucking like a bronco, and peeing a stream of urine, that was landing
on her partners forearm, and collecting in a puddle underneath her buttocks.

A moderate crowd usually indicated the lady was giving oral sex
while simultaneously performing vaginal intercourse.
Small crowds, meant vaginal sex in the missionary position,
and you did not have to wait in line as long.

In general the Marines who were not standing, or having sex, were fondling or
sucking on available breasts, or kissing their lady with obvious passion, while she
was simultaneously fucking one of their comrades.
Everyone was doing, what came naturally to them.

Marines possess an innate and largely unconscious ability to self organize,

standing as part of a circle, meant you were enjoying
watching world-class pornography, while rebuilding your erection.
Lines formed spontaneously, composed of individuals, who
wanted more sex.
By standing in a proper line, you could indulge your fantasy du jour.

The Beatrice, as was to be expected, was not to be found laying on her back
in a growing pool of seminal fluid.
No sire while the others had been distracted, she had instructed her banana
detachment to carry a children's swing set in from an adjoining room.
At least it was part of a children's swing set,
the swing and teeter totter had been removed, leaving just a red A-frame.
Hanging from this A-frame was a sexual harness, obviously a professionally done,
mail order product from some overpriced bondage and discipline catalog.
The harness had been adjusted so that Beatrice's thighs were supported
comfortably with knees widely spread.
Her feet were several inches off the floor.
If having a cold banana thrust into her vagina had stimulated her before,
she was having petite mall epileptic orgasms at this point.

She was having sex with two Marines at a time, there was one line
in front of her, for those desiring vaginal sex.
A shorter line had formed behind her, for those desiring anal sex.
Vin regretted not smuggling a small digital camera into the room. He had never
before seen Beatrice, dressed in anything but a Chanel Suit.
This image of her was truly priceless, Vin briefly considered standing in the short line.
Beatrice had been a pain in the ass to him for more years than he could remember
the opportunity to return the compliment was unimaginably appealing.
All he had to do was not use any of the lubrication from the bottle conveniently placed
on a small table, behind Beatrice.

Beatrice's antics, inspired a couple of the ladies to imitation. One was on her back
with a Marine underneath her enjoying anal sex, while his buddy was on top,
filling her vagina, with his buddies cheering them on.

A second lady nearby was face down, accomplishing the same sex act,
while French kissing the Marine underneath her.

One slight built lady, with small breasts, astonished everyone by inviting,
double vaginal penetration.
This was obviously premeditated on her part as she had an enormous tube
of lubrication with her.
She soon attracted the largest crowd even exceeding Beatrice's two lines combined.

But for the most part it was ten or twelve simultaneous missionary positions,
scattered around on available foam mats.

Occasionally, one could view a single couple hard at it. Even more infrequently,
one very relaxed lady laying on her back, breathing deeply, smiling at the ceiling,
as she leaked fluids onto the foam mat.

One of the contributing factors, to the lack of lonely women, was the need
for bathroom breaks, many women had to holler halt, while struggling to their feet,
and rushing to the bathroom.
Most would visit the buffet table on the way back where are they were soon
surrounded by smiling men with erections.

The Queen on her sex swing throne looked down on it all with a benign smile.

The missionary ladies predictably had no need for additional lubrication,

they were about as well lubricated as any human female can get.

To Vin's amazement he found this to be unexpectedly exciting,

there was absolutely no need for foreplay, the fellow before you had
already done that to excess.
Most of the women had had their nipples suckled until they were raw,
most had had teams of men passionately
kissing them until their jaws began to ache.

This was truly a case of instant gratification for Vin. No small talk,
no asking permission just walk up, and without a word ram it in balls deep.
Perhaps Muslim heaven, with seventy seven virgins is like this.

The party lasted all night.

The amount of sexual energy in the room was truly beyond belief
There was a musky odor of sex that had risen
to a level, where it was surprising, it was not visible like pipe smoke.

Most men require a few minutes to recharge their batteries.

The real time, pornographic acts in a room, reduced the necessary
recharge time to a bare minimum.
The six to one male to female ratio insured there were no ladies on the
sidelines waiting for someone to ask them to dance.

Vin amused himself, when he wasn't having wild sex himself, by bringing
food and drink to the ladies on their backs. He would prop them up part way,
and help them select hors d'oeuvre s, and sips of punch, without interrupting
their sexual activities.
Marines are fast understudies and were soon lying beside the ladies,
in true Roman fashion, offering to peel the skin's off the grapes.
They would transfer fruit punch to the ladies mouth, using their own mouth
as a drinking cup.
There was no alcohol to be had.
Beatrice might be a total pain in the ass but she knew how to give good orgy.

In the wee hours of the morning Vin found it necessary to start hustling
large Turkish bath towels from the catering staff.
The Latino ladies were hysterically amused at having a naked man
in their catering area, asking them to call housekeeping for a cart loud of large bath towels.
As one of Beatrice's lieutenants was the owner's wife, Vin got no push back
in his request for additional services.

The lack of bath towels was one of the few areas

where Beatrice's meticulous planting had failed completely.
On returning from the bathroom each lady would attempt to find an
unused foam wrestling mat.
The used mats, were truly gross.
By promoting himself to towel boy, Vin had become a hero with the ladies,
receiving many hugs and kisses.
He had long since disposed of his irritating contact lenses, and silly mouthpiece.
He was convinced ladies, who had met with him for years in the marketing committee,
would recognize who they were kissing.
But this was not the case, apparently women suppress the ability to judge
men critically, during an orgies.
Maybe it was his temporary hair tint.
(Vin found out later, the ladies knew exactly who he was, orange hair and all,
they had wanted a piece of him for a long time, and had seized their opportunity.)

The ladies, on receiving their plush intercontinental Turkish bath towel,

would lead him off by the hand, in order to demonstrate there gratitude in an
unambiguous fashion.
Vin found to his amazement that Beatrice was a truly great sex partner.

The inner continentals immaculately attired catering staff, kept the hot and
cold Hors d'oeuvre flowing all night long. Vin wondered what sort of gratuity
they would expect for catering an event like this.

The captain of The Dalles contacted the Aphrodite club

requesting six thousand printed invitations for the next two nights
of the Roman party.
His request set off a near total panic,
on the part of the normally calm cool and collected ladies
of the Aphrodite steering committee.

For the first time in her life, Beatrice had to quit snubbing the members of
the Venetian Club, and even members of the Aphrodite club that
she had excluded from the opening night of her private orgy.
She had created a monster.
Seventy five tired and sore marines had returned to their ship
at dawn with unbelievable stories of the good time that was had by all.
There were three thousand crew members, listening to these accounts with rapt attention,
all vowing to make up for the lack of courage that prevented them from attending
opening night.

Beatrice had to beg every female on board, who would return her calls,
to please attend the second and third night party. Beatrice's lieutenants
were for the most part, soaking in tubs of hot water, and not taking calls.
Flyer's were hastily printed and placed in every hotel room, so
every female tourist had a special invitation.
Vin's supply of czarist railroad bond, style of engraved invitations were no longer of value.
He was able to swap them for many things, of value
as every Marine wanted one as a memento.

Beatrice had naively hoped, she and her lieutenants could keep the Marines to themselves,
excluding all other men on board, including Vin.
Her mathematical training was obviously deficient.
twelve women three thousand Marines, each Marine getting back in line four times.
Maybe they had thought only officers
would be interested in sex with women of their elevated social standing.

The second and third night was an out-of-control free-for-all.

Some of the Aphrodite club ladies attended wearing their provocative togas,
acting as hostesses, but for the most part, it was anarchy.

There was no separation between the two days. The second night party
started as advertised, at 20.00 hrs on Wednesday, but did not stop until
the wee hours of Friday.
Vin was fearful that without Beatrice and her bananas, there would be
a roomful of people where everyone lacked the courage to go first.

As no one else seemed willing to take the initiative, Vin announced

the no food for people wearing clothing rule, and pointed out where the
small baskets for personal items were located.

Vin was rewarded by being led to the center floor mat, by a very
attractive lady tourist who understood perfectly well, what she was doing.

A handful of hesitant couples, followed their example, soon

larger numbers joined them, with less hesitation.
In very few minutes a cold sterile convention Center was
transformed into a room filled with madly copulating couples,
collectively generating enough sexual energy to power a moon shot.

Vin never saw his lady friend again, but thought of her often
for years afterward.
Accepting leadership made Vin a celebrity, about a hundred women
wanted a piece of him.
Vin had taken every type of Viagra, like medication on the market and was able
to defend the male honor of the Davis Strait to a degree that surprised even him.

The saving grace, at an orgy, women do not often ask

"Did you come?" Vin managed by laying on his back and letting
the ladies come to him, after about five minutes or so
he would kiss them on the mouth, and say "thank you, that was lovely."

It is amazing what you can get away with if you keep a straight face.

There was no one at the door checking invitations.

The intercontinental quit serving Hors d'oeuvre, but did, to their credit,
keep a fried chicken and potato salad, on paper plates,
style of buffet going throughout the event.

Beatrice in a totally out of character gesture, left her sex swing in place
so anyone regardless of social standing could make use of it.
Several tourist ladies put it to good use.
Vin however did not see a single local lady, who wanted to be seen
using the Beatrice swing.
No one commented on Beatrice's nonappearance on day two or three.
The story of the bananas had swept the boat like wildfire.
As Vin had not breathed a word of it to anyone, it was obvious
that her lieutenants were growing tired of her autocratic ways.
Power seduces, then jilts.

Vin was secretly hoping she would stay in hiding forever.

Most monogamous couples with healthy marriages, take great pains

not to accidentally be in the same Ladies Club at the same time.

It's considered cute to do so on purpose for an anniversary, but a true accident

usually leads to profoundly awkward social moments.
With all the Ladies Clubs on board shut down, supporting the Roman party,
such awkward social moments were inevitable.

There were several reported cases of husband and wife, suddenly realizing
who they were having sex with, and apologizing.
One man, after having sex with his wife, was reported to have said,
at breakfast the following morning "Honey, I looked all over for you,
and couldn't find you, so i gave up, and picked the best looking woman I could find."

[ 8. A visit to the circus ]

Vin had finally been forced up off his back by the need to visit the facilities.
One of the problems with wild orgies is the lack of regularly scheduled
coffee breaks, allowing timely visits the facilities.
His moment of glory had drifted anyway.
Vin had been a superhero with women lined up to, hop on and, screw him silly.
As the night wore on these women came to realize the near infinite power
they possessed .
They have but to lie on their backs and spread their legs, to attract their
very own male harem.
The excess of males brought about by the visiting warship insured,
nonstop, enthusiastic fornication.

Vin used the urinal, and left feeling vaguely guilty about not washing his hands,
there were long lines in front of each bathroom sink, where men were carefully
washing their genitalia.
It was easy to guess, who had been "doing anal."

Vin had once visited an orgy club on the mainland, and came away quite unimpressed.
After paying what he felt was an exorbitant fee, Vin found what resembled
a dance Hall.
There appeared to be a one to one ratio of men to women.
Ladies sat on metal folding chairs, lined against one wall, waiting patiently.
He selected a lady, as though he was asking for a dance, and led her to the
mat covered floor, trying not to step on any one.
They whole affair could best be described as clinical.

In the last two days Vin had come to realize there is a world of difference between
an orgy, and a wild orgy.
It was the same subtle deferences one notices between
a crowd waiting for a commuter train, and the same group of people rioting,
turning over cop cars and lighting them on fire.
Vin was standing in the middle of a wild orgy, a sexual riot.
One of the unexpected attributes of a wild orgy is the role spectators play.
In the mainland orgy club, it would have been the height of rudeness,
to hover over a couple watching them perform.
In a wild orgy, the reverse is true, wild applause
and cheering crowds, are appreciated and help produce the runaway excess
of sexual energy that sustains sexual mob action

Enjoying his newfound role of sexual tourist, and unashamedly voyeur, Vin wandered
the great Hall, enjoying the sexual carnival surrounding him.
There were noticeable differences from Beatrice's carefully choreographed first night.
There was much more sexual paraphernalia being used.
Dildos, of all sizes, stripes and persuasions.
Battery powered vibrators by the hundreds.
And what must be a thousand tubes and bottles of personal lubricant, undoubtedly
brought by people who were enjoying their first wild orgy.
Women who do not lubricate to the knees, in a sex charged atmosphere such as this,
need to seek professional help.
With his successful sex act, the man provides additional lubrication, things are
self-sustaining from their on.

Vin wandered from one cheering crowd to the next.

One lady had brought her large mastiff style dog.
Possibly there were advantages of not having people guarding the front door.
It was unclear whether the owner was kneeling beneath the animal or not.
A small number of women had gathered and were taking turns with the lucky animal.
A larger number of men with full erections were standing around,
waiting to have sex with each kneeling woman as soon as the animal finished.
Vin wondered, if Viagra works for dogs too.

Another crowd had gathered to watch a tall, dark-haired lady

with thighs no bigger around that Vin's biceps.
She couldn't have weighed more than fifty kg max.
She had an an assortment of bovine sized Dildos she was inserting into
all available orifices.
The crowd, including a surprising number of women, were applauding loudly
sharing the woman's obvious enthusiasm.

A very small crowd was standing watching a man lying on the floor,
Vin hurried up, convinced they had either a medical or a
security emergency.
That no one had died yet of a complete coronary was miraculous.
It turned out the fellow was not dead, or even dead drunk.
He was sleeping, snoring lightly.
Proof positive the old adage of: "the problem with orgies is you can't
roll over and go to sleep afterwards." is not entirely true.
Although from looking at the fellow it required a full on case of
narcolepsy to accomplish his amazing feat.

There was an extremely attractive lady, with a shaved crotch, who was
reproducing Beatrice's first night banana act. She had brought her own
folding chair and was lounging in with widely spread legs. She had brought
her own a basket of bananas, which was largely depleted, replaced
by an amazing mound of banana peels on the floor beside her.
The young Marines in particular seemed eager to stand in line for an opportunity
to vaginally insert, and then eat a banana in this fashion.

There was a female sword swallower, with no gagging reflex what so ever.
Well endowed men were lined up hoping for this once in a lifetime experience.
Vin hoped it was the same fellows he saw lined up in the bathroom
carefully washing themselves.

There was a crippled lady next to her wheelchair, lying on her back
her birth deformed short twisted legs spread wide.
She had a line.
Vin closed his eyes and looked away.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Yes, yes, she had the right, why should she not enjoy as well?
But what of the men, waiting to kneel between her twisted legs?

Vin's vote for most unsung hero, went to the piss boy.
He had appropriated an enormous clear acrylic bowl from the buffet table.
It had previously contained, tossed salad.
The fellow was roaming the great Hall, it was easy for him to spot a lady
who needed his services, all ladies, had a pool of semen beneath them.
The ones he was looking for had a puddle from their shoulders
to their ankles.
He would wait till the fellow on top, to finish
and politely offer his services.
The astounded woman would rise up and spread her legs widely
squatting over the bowl.

Apparently, enough grateful customers, offered him

immediate access as a form of payment to keep him motivated.
Vin was unsure if he would ever again be able to eat buffet salad
served in an acrylic bowl.

There was no awards committee to hand out small trophies for outstanding
performances in various categories, a pity, as he, would have liked to vote
for the lady who brought video equipment as most original.
Normally video cameras at an orgy is about as welcome as a dog
at a cat show.
No one wants video evidence of their participation in a riot, sexual or otherwise.
But this was special equipment, obviously enthusiastically,
accepted by the leering crowd .
The camera lens was an optically perfect dildo, with a video camera and light
inside, attached cable delivered the video image to a large flat panel display.
There was a joystick control on the table, next to the large display.
Enthusiastic viewers could move the joystick to tilt and pan
her remotely controlled internal video camera.
Men and women alike stood in open mouthed wonder.
One would slowly fuck the lady with the dildo while another
maneuvered the joystick, allowing the onlookers to view her internal organ,
her cervical opening could be seen sliding back and forth across the top
of the large computer display.
An exhibitionist's exhibitionist.
Vin briefly considered contacting the hotel audiovisual department,
requesting the ladies video output be remounted onto the massive wall screens
that were part of the convention centers load bearing walls. Maybe next year.

Vin's vote for the most blatantly outrageous, would have gone to the lady
with the St. Andrews Cross, an obviously professionally built, expensive
piece of bondage and discipline equipment. The overall construction, was that
of a folding bed used on camping trips.
This lady had come equipped for action, world-class serious action.
She was elevated far enough off of the floor, so men
could penetrate her her in the samurai warrior position, standing erect,
no need to kneel.
There was even a movable step for short men.
The cross had been designed so the person strapped into it was held
at about a 45° angle. The lower legs of the cross were much shorter
than the upper pair.
This forced the ladies knees upward, and outwards.
Her manacled ankles were close enough to her buttocks that her heels
almost touched her ass cheeks. She was strapped into in the classical
squatting gynecological examination position, on her own portable
examination table.
Her wrists were secured, high above her head. A strip of fabric spanned the
gap between her raised arms and acted as a head rest.
Nothing like comfort while being strapped to a medieval torture device.
The piece de resistance , obviously designed as part of
this specialized piece of furniture, was a one quart clear measuring cup
suspended directly beneath the ladies vagina opening, carefully positioned
to not get in the way, but still capture all fluids leaking from her
blatantly exposed womanhood.
She obviously had every intention of filling the cup to overflowing.
She was about half way there.
If most women run on about 4.5 V DC of sexual energy,
Vin was standing in the presence of a 212 V woman.
He had a nearly overwhelming desire, and a ready to go erection,
he was motivated to reward this ladies incredible efforts at
driving men mad.
He would have done his best to add to her sexual beggars cup,
but she had, quiet predictably, the longest line of any woman
on the vast convention center floor.

Vin wandered off with a throbbing erection and reservoir

of untapped sexual energy.
He was as positive as he had had ever been,
in his life, nothing he was going to view this day,
was capable to adding to his sexual energy, or pump up his erection,
beyond its current painful state.
He was practically seeing double was lust.
He was wrong.
Vin almost turned away, there were hundreds, if not thousands,
of ladies doing the missionary position, scattered about the vast room,
this one had a longer than average line.
A line much too long for Vin to consider standing in,
he had to find sexual relief immediately even if he had to run into the
bathroom and masturbate
The lady was not stunningly beautiful, but was undeniably attractive.
She had a beautifully rolling hip action that was matching her partners
motions thrust for thrust.
Something about that hip motion tugged at Vin's subconscious.
The long blond hair fained out on the mat beneath her,
long legs, pale skin, and ...
Oh!
Oh god!
Oh dear god!
It's .....
It was Kathy! His girlfriend Kathy! Sweet shy Kathy!

She was on her back, servicing a line of Marines with more

enthusiasm than any of Beatrice's lieutenants had managed
the night before.
She was pulling a train and loving every moment of it!

The a raw sexual energy and explicit pornographic action

before Vin's eyes struck him with the force of a baseball bat.
It was as though a 700,000 volt lightning bolt had roared down
out of the heavens striking the tip of his penis to traveled down
his urethra to explode somewhere deep inside with the force of a small bomb.

Vin at that moment was no longer an entirely sane, civilized human being.

It was as though someone else had taken control of his body

and was speaking using his mouth.
The necessary, lies came effortlessly to him.
He suddenly found himself talking to the young Marine at the head of the line.
"I hate to bother you, but the blond lady there is my wife."
Sudden fear flickered in the young Marine eyes, they were under
the strictest of orders not to become involved in altercations
with the locals, regardless of the circumstances.

"We lost track of each other, if I do not have sex with her
tonight, she will probably divorce me."

Relief flashed through the young man's eyes, he motioned

Vin to cut in line ahead of him.

Driven half mad with lust, Vin was half way to his climax,
before he saw recognition in Kathy's eyes, a powerful contraction
of her vaginal muscles let Vin know she was aware of the
identity of her newest sex partner.
They had been having sex together for enough years to
know each other intimately Vin was about twelve strokes away
from having an orgasm.
As he began the spastic phase of his climax, Kathy
reached up with both hands, grabbed his ass cheeks,
and pulled him tword her, forcing him as deeply
into her body as possible, while bringing her legs together
to squeeze his penis in a vice like grip.
Vin could never recall having had such an orgasm before, it was as though
the previous sexual lightning bolt had reversed course, roaring
up his urinary tract and in to Kathy's vagina, she shuddered
with simultaneous orgasm.

It is bad manners to dillydally at an orgy, get your business done

and get out of the way for the next fellow. Vin however required
several seconds to master, difficult tasks like sitting up,
and breathing in and out.

To his amazement, he found his mouth was continuing to speak as though

someone else was using it. He found himself asking Kathy
if she would like to join him in a sandwich.
He was rewarded with a blank look, that slowly morphed
into a look of understanding at the monumentally outrageous nature
of his suggestion.

A smile touched her lips, her incredibly blue eyes twinkle,

and she replied in a clear unhesitating tone.

"Yes!"
"Okay, give me a few minutes to collect some necessary things, I will be back
as soon as possible."

"I trust these fellows behind me, can help you keep your motor running?"
A blushing nod of assurance.
"Oh, can you show the fellow behind me an especially good time,
he was kind enough to let me cut in front of him."
A second less bashful nod of agreement.
Vin kissed her on the lips, while leaning close enough to whisper
in her ear
"I told him you were my wife."
Kathy took only a small part of the second to consider this,
and rewarded him by putting her hands behind his head,
pulling him in close for a long slow kiss that
put his erection back to 105%.

Vin finally able to stand, turned and made a half bow, to the
young Marine standing at the head of the line, giving him
a come forward arm motion.
The young fellows erection was vibrating like a guitar string.
Intellectually, everyone in the room knew they had been fucking
other peoples wives all evening long.
But this was not abstract intellectual knowledge,
the fellow was plainly, inviting him to fuck his wife.
right there in front of everybody.

Vin found the first item he needed with no trouble, in fact

not stepping on them had become a noticeable chore.
A nearly full, tube of K. Y. ointment.
The next item on his agenda required visiting the buffet.
A couple had pushed the potato salad and baked beans
to one side, and the paper plates in the other direction,
they were copulating madly in the center of the serving table.
A Latino lady in gray and white house livery, was
refilling the iced tea, dispenser, and doing a semi credible job
of ignoring the couple's outrageous actions.
Vin had no trouble pilfering a half-inch stack of paper napkins.
He was hyperventilating, and had a hard time keeping his hands from shaking
as he contemplated what he was about to do.
The only thing that had kept him from immediately implementing
his plan was his desire to protect Kathy from any
pain or embarrassment.

Pornographic models do high colonic irrigation, before filming

anal sex scenes. Vin was reasonably certain Kathy
was not properly prepared to deal with his unexpected request.
The napkins, where necessary to contain any embarrassing accidents,
unsuitable to a public event.

It is difficult to walk with dignity, while sporting a humongous erection

that was throbbing in a fashion that stopped just short of painful.
Previously, Vin had swallowed one of every Viagra like erection,
sustaining drug on the market.
Two or three varieties might have been sufficient.
Each bottle had the same warning label "consult your physician.
If you should experience an erection lasting more than four hours."
Yeah, for sure, absolutely, right away sir, maybe after about four days.

The wild party swirling around Vin had been going on for six or eight
hours at that point. If a four hour continuous erection was indeed
life-threatening, they would have bodies piled up like cord wood.

Vin arrived back in Kathy's Mini orgy as rapidly as he could,

the timing was perfect, her current partner was in the throes
of an orgasm with his toes curling in and out in a grasping fashion
like the feet of an orangutan.
Kathy sat up and announced in a surprisingly carrying stage voice
that Vin did not know she possessed.

"We will need about five minutes here, before we can continue."

There were groans, and one or two catcalls.

One of the unsolved problems, of a spontaneous orgy like this
is it is possible, to wait patiently through a long line,
only to have the lady hop up and run to the bathroom
never to be seen again.
Kathy was not the sort of person who would take her admirers for
granted in such an uncaring fashion.
But there were plenty of women who would.
One of the problems was Kathy had already produced a puddle that was
running off both sides of the wrestling mat. Eighty very healthy
Marines are capable of producing a small pond.

Very few women would feel, lying back down in such a puddle,
was an obligation owed to adoring fans.

If Vin had been anything other than insanely randy, he would

have been unable to contemplated having anything to do
with such a puddle himself, they were not his adoring fans after all.
But luck was with them, there was a dry mat one space over,
so relocating was possible.
Kathy had managed the evening so far, with little if any
help from the ever present voyeurs. She was doing
missionary position vaginal sex in a room filled
with such sex acts.

But now, as if by magic, a crowd began to gather,

sensing the unusual levels of sexual tension
beginning to surround Kathy.
Vin lay on his back, with his erection
pointing skyward like the mast of a sail boat in harbor,
with the tide out.
Kathy was kneeling over him, blissfully unaware
of the drops of hot fluid that were dripping onto Vin's knee.
She had thumbed back the cap on the K. Y. tube,
and up ended it above Vin's throbbing erection.
With the thumb and forefinger of her left hand,
she mashed on both sides of his penis
causing the end of his urethra to be exposed as a
small pink circle, like an incredibly tiny vagina.
She deftly maneuvered the end of the K. Y. tube
into alignment with his small pink orifice.
She held Vin's dick firmly with her left hand, while pushing the
K. Y. tube down with gentle force.
When she judged the moment to be correct, her right fist gave a
convulsive squeeze, sending about 1/2 of the tubes contents,
blasting into Vin's urinary tract with enough force to
send several tablespoons of water soluble
transparent jelly squirting into his bladder.

Knowing full well what was coming, did not

prepare him for the suddenness of the event.
He gave a startled yelp and bounced about two inches
off of the foam mat.

These crowd gave a rumbling groan of a approval.

Vin's over pressurized penis gave an immediate

ejaculation of clear sticky fluid that squirted several inches
into the air. Kathy deftly caught the upward moving
stream with her fingers, and transferred the majority
of it to her anal opening, deftly spreading it in a
circular motion, ensuring the maximal amount
was deposited inside her body.

With a wicked grin on her face She reached

for Vin's penis with her other hand.
After the initial pressure driven ejaculation, Vin had settled down
to a slowly oozing state.
Viewed from directly above
Kathy was able to see deep inside of Vin's dick.
His urethra was now filled to capacity with
transparent jelly.
Kathy was not interested in voyeurism.
She made a rapid corkscrew in motion with her hand
that spread Vin's slow dribbling clear ejaculate
in a smooth even layer from top to bottom.

Vin and the crowd moaned in perfect synchronization.

Vin could sense the crowd had drawn imperceptibly
closer and were collectively holding their breath,

Kathy made a half turn, so she was facing

away from Vin and tword her loyal Marnie's.
She continued holding on to his
incredibly slippery cock, as she squatted over him
and slowly impaled herself on his erection.
Kathy settled herself, carefully onto Vin's lap
She reached down pulling Vin's legs apart,
giving her room to spread her long loverly legs legs.

The crowd had grown deathly silent anticipating

what they were about to witness. Even Beatrice's
banana act had not produced this level of
electric tension in the surrounding bystanders.

[ 9. Kathy does The Dalles ]

Kathy was still in the sitting position as she nodded

to the fellow at the head of the line.

He was an enormous black Marine 6 1/2 feet tall

with a bodybuilder's physique. He had the upright
posture and bearing of a gunnery Sergeant. It is truly amazing
how some Marines totally naked, unashamedly sporting an erection,
can still display their rank. He had to weigh
at least three hundred pounds all of it rock hard bulging muscle.
He had size sixteen feet, his hands were closed like a prizefighters
displaying fists the size of bowling balls.
It was impossible not to gawk at his manhood
men would trade their soul for such an instrument.
He was obviously an exhibitionist, enjoying
the stares of envy directed at his ebony colored
eighteen inch long monster erection.

He seemed to hesitate for an instant

as a to reassure himself of the reality of the situation.
Perhaps it was a theatrical, pause, calculated
to elevate the suspense.

Kathy gaped at him. Under normal conditions, she had

no trouble with such a tool, there was not a man alive
who could fill her to capacity. She had been servicing
black marines all night long. In her opinion, the stories
of black men being well endowed were completely true.
The problem was, she had a larger than average penis
painfully crammed up her rectum using up
volume she did not have to spare. Especially if she
was now expected to fuck a softball bat, or a donkey.
Kathy did not remember seeing this over sized human at the
head of the line before, when she had declared a recess.
Money had changed hands, or she had been set up.
Her loyal Marnie's had betrayed her. They had brought forth
the Kings champion to do battle. It was in the way understandable
she heads fucked over eighty of them to a stop this evening.
One womans single pussy had defeated them all,
their honor was at stake, and about to be defended.
Her agreement to sandwich Vin was based on the assumption
that she would be simultaneously penetrated by two normal men,
She had not agreed to be penetrated by an over sized man
and a cooperating donkey!

In any case the crowd murmured it's approval, Kathy's pale skin
an ultra-blond hair, made a beautiful contrast with her partner.
A low moaning sound leaped from the crowd as he stepped forward
and maneuvered himself to enter Kathy's exposed vagina.

Vin trapped underneath found himself in a strangely

passively female possession, he was unable to thrust
and control the tempo of the sex act
He was accustomed to being on top, and in control,
not crushed flat, unable to move, unable to control events in any way.
Kathy in preparation had leaned back her long blond
hair falling over his face filling his nostrils with that, individually
unique scent that was Kathy, only Kathy.
He felt her sphincter grab his penis, almost painfully,
as she unconsciously looked for support.
While denying the impossible image, her eyes were sending.
She was convinced that for the first time in her life, her pussy
had signed a check, she could not cash.

Unable to control events on any level or even see much of what

was going on. Vin surrendered himself to the situation and tried
to feel what Kathy was feeling, he wanted to merge mind and body.
To become Kathy for a brief shining moment, sharing her
experience, totally nonjudgmental acceptance.
This merging was assisted by the part of Kathy's
anatomy, that was clutching his male member,
for all intents and purposes, a living human condom,
thin enough he could feel, Kathy's vagina, as it quivered
and moved. Her marvelous vagina was pressed directly
against him for the entire length of his penis.
He could feel, Kathy's body tremble as her lips
were forced apart and human flesh began slowly expanding
her womanhood. He could feel every inch of slow
forward progress, the dilation of Kathy's vagina was
inexorably forcing her internal organs to rearrange
in order to make room for the slowly advancing
wine bottle sized cock.

She arched her back, giving a low animal like sound,

the crowd moaned in unison with her.

Her bowel was shouldered aside, forcing Vin's, penis

to move with it. Forcing a gasp from Vin and
Kathy simultaneously.
Vin's penis quivered with Kathy's micro-shutters.
Through his chest he could feel her short spasmodic
breathing pattern as the advance continued,
slowly and inexorably unstoppable expanding
Kathy's cunt.
In time the enormous penis shouldered its way past,
the tip off Vin's organ denying him the ability
to directly feel further penetration.
It was obviously already amazingly far in to Kathy's
body.
Her marvelous body gave him continuous
updates, on the invaders slow progress.
She was in rapture, having her normally
over sized womanhood feel undersized for a change.
Kathy was being impossibly stretched and inflated
violated from two directions simultaneously.
She was as happy as she had ever been in her life.

My God, Vin thought, had they smuggled a donkey in to

the convention center?
This could not possibly be happening.
Was some sick fuck, trying to force a two liter pop bottle
into the woman he loved?
He could feel, as she was being stretched, impossibly stretched.

It seemed like over a minute before

the monster cock finally slid home. .
Balls deep, its tip pushing against the end
of Kathy's eighteen inch long vagina.
Kathy's shudder informed Vin of the event.
That and the fact a large pair of balls
had swung down coming to rest against
his testicles. Under normal circumstances
Vin would have never permitted another man
getting so close. But Vin was so far into his role
of being Kathy that his conscious mind was
unaware of his being touched.

Vin had no idea how much better sex was for women
he had had three or four orgasms over the previous eight hours.
Kathy had serviced over eighty men in the same interval
and had experienced more than a hundred shuddering orgasms
while doing it.
She was getting ready for number 101, judging from the rhythmical
contractions Vin could not escape feeling.
With nowhere else it could possibly go, his his dick was pressed firmly
against the underside of Kathy's magnificent vagina.

The fellow on top was good, very good, he began thrusting earnestly,
instinctively timing his lunges to coincide with
Kathy's vaginal contractions. She slipped into
a shuddering convulsing orgasm.

The crowd went wild with cheering , applauding,

stamping their feet as they helped supplies
the intense sexual energy Kathy had tapping into
as she rode a tidal wave of sexual orgasm.

Vin had to move its head to the side as he was fearful

that Kathy's convulsive head bobbing might chip a tooth
or break his nose.

[ 10. Kathy's four squads a day ]

Kathy's frontal friend was indeed a talented cocks man, after

her shuddering orgasm, in fact, continuously threw it,
he continued, changing his angle of attack. So the head
of his dick would scrape along one side of the vagina,
then the other, followed by the top and bottom of
Kathy's spasmodically quivering sex organ. Vin
trapped in his position of world's most intimately attached
voyeur, could feel every bit of this, through his living condom.

Kathy squealed in surprise as he reached down grabbing

both of her ankles, and began slowly hosting them into the air.
Vin, hanging onto her waist, was hoisted into the air as well.
Vin was afraid the maneuver might dislodge him, but it was done slowly
and skillfully enough that he was not.
Vin could feel Kathy's internal organs quivering as she was slowly folded,
into this new position.
As Kathy's heels came into possession Vin was able
to reach up with both hands and grasp her ankles.
Kathy was panting like a steam engine, her vagina
had set up an unbelievably erotic quivering motion
that was an equal parts fear and anticipation,
With Vin's embedded erection he was able to feel
every tiny internal quiver as she was held in place.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together her panting
resonated in Vin's lungs, he began panting in
synchronization with her. Their hearts were beating
at the same a fast pace.

Women are at their most vulnerable in this position

on their back with their ankles beside their ears,
with their womanhood pointed skyward. The
gymnastics resulted in Kathy's frontal friend
being halfway dislodged. Being the show man he
was, he withdrew suddenly and completely
making a slurping sound, that was clearly audible
to the circle of voyeurs.
With Kathy, effectively standing on her head,
she felt gravity pulling at her internal organs,
producing a hollow sensation between her legs.
The resulting vacuum resulted in a seldom seen phenomenon
most women go to great lengths to keep men from seeing.

The crowd collectively sucked in and held its breath.

They were witnessing a human vagina slowly opening like a flower,
to suck air like a fish out of water.
Vin's cheek was pressed against Kathy's neck and he could feel
the scalding heat as she blushed in shame and humiliation.
Kathy's greatest fear was that men would notice he had a
Carlsbad cavern, between her legs, they would laugh, point,
and walk away.
Her deepest darkest nightmare had become real, and had
taken over the moment. Vin started to open his fingers, he had
to save the woman he loved. But a greater power, held his fingers
closed. If they could get through this somehow,
If he could share with Kathy, these simple fact,
that men could witness the incredible dimensions of her womanhood,
and still love her afterwards,
this could become the defining moment of her life.
Kathy was quivering in mortification, Vin was quivering
in terror, fearful he had made a terrible mistake.

Had any of the astounded crowd possessed

sufficient courage, they could have walked over
and gazed into Kathy's gaping womanhood
deeply enough to see the majority of the way
to her tonsils.

The dazed crowd gave a collective gasp, Vin could sense

people were practically fighting each other
in order to maintain their front row view.

Kathy was rapidly running out of courage,

more as a desire to escape humiliation
than anything else, she was shaking her head from
side to side, muttering no, no, no! With increasing conviction.
The crowd was chanting do it, do it, DO IT! drowning out
her feeble cries.

Harry hung well, was proving to be a consummate showman,

he waited letting the crowd, marvel at his eighteen inch long, tool,
while Kathy put on her damsel in distress act.
And act it must be, no one in the crowd had the slightest doubt
the gaping cunt displayed before them would be unable to swallow
the protruding black softball bat whole.
The act was obviously part of a duet with hairy.
They were being allowed to participate in a
world-class theatrical performance.

Harry stepped forward, and in one smooth lunge buried himself

balls deep, Kathy let out an incredible bellow that was heard
by everyone in the hall, every muscle in her body convulsed,
her powerful pussy muscles now totally outside her conscious control
clamped down on the over sized intruder that had rammed its way
the majority of the length into her over sized sex apparatus.
Hung well and Kathy climaxed simultaneously.
The incredible convulsion caused Vin to fill Kathy's lower bowel
was about a quarter cup of hot fluid.

After a brief pause, Hung well suddenly yanked himself

free of Kathy's body again, playing to the crowd.

Totally outside her ability to control the cavern began to

expand again, her once proudly powerful vaginal muscles
now reduced to quivering exhaustion are unable to honor
Kathy's frantic mental commands to protect her from shame.
Involuntarily her obscenely exposed, sex organ began
slowly to transform moving from open, to gaping inhumanly wide,
to" OK my God look at that."
You could drop six billiard balls in there, hearing the sound, each made
as it struck the bottom.
You could drop a full sized orange in, and it would free fall
Only a full two liter pop bottle would not free fall,
you clearly would need to lubricated it well, and push
on the base with two thumbs to get it 100% inserted
leaving a world-class circular gape surrounding the
green plastic base.
Changing from two thumbs to a fist and gently pushing
the object all the way home, like an artillery shell,
would result in Kathy's marvelous lips
slowly closing like petals on a flower, causing two liters
of carbonated beverage to disappear from human view.

Vin knew all of this with absolute certainty, they had

done all of the above in the privacy of their apartment.

The electric presence of the crowd was almost painful

Kathy was being fucked by the crowd as much as
she was being fucked by Hung well.

The crowd was going absolutely mad, admiring

her incredible genitalia, this lady had fucked
four squads of Marines to exhaustion as a warm up
and now she was putting on the most
incredible sex show any of them had ever seen.
The energy flowing from the near hysterical voyeurs
was almost physically painful, it was nuclear
powered aphrodisiac.

Vin noticed Kathy was not Scarlett with humiliation

this time around.
Perhaps just perhaps he had made the correct decision.
Vin suspected Hung wells, dramatic departure was
yet more theater, he wanted to let the crowd, admire
the semen his enormous tool was dribbling
onto the mat. A slight frown crossed his face
as he realized how thoroughly Kathy's cavern
was upstaging him. The brief frown was replaced
by an evil grin, accompanied by a glitter in his eyes.
He stepped forward with deliberation.

The crowd was standing in shocked awe and silence.

What more could they expect to see?

He stepped forward, and in an act of theatrical genius

slowly raised his right arm into the air, folding his thumb and fingers
together, in a slow arcing motion, reminiscent of a
small boy flying his toy dive bomber, his spear hand
did a quarter roll and began its dive bomber vertical descent.
Its unmistakable target, Kathy's horribly exposed, visibly quivering opening.

The crowd gasped.

Kathy gasped, she was not folded so far that she
was unable to see what was about to happen to her.
She had been fisted the first time when she was sixteen years old.
But this was different, this was rape, this was not consensual.
She had not nodded her head at this fellow and invited
him to do this. Had she been in asked she would have said yes.
Besides, the fist was to large, way too large, it was
rush to the hospital with internal bleeding too large.

She was being gang raped by a sex crazed mob

led by a sex maniac.
She began a violent trembling that despite his
frantic efforts to prevent threatened to escalate
Vin on his way to another orgasm.
The hand entered slowly, as it had to,
only by applying slow constant pressure could
Kathy's resisting flesh be forced to give way
allowing her internal plumbing, to adjust to this insane reality.
As soon as the hand was in up to wrist the fingers began to move.
Vin could feel the hot dog sized fingers slowly curling back
and the thumb coming around to form a huge fist.
A fist that was simply too large for Kathy to accommodate.
nonetheless there it was, Vin could feel
the relentless rhythm of his knuckles
separated only by a living condom.
Kathy could accommodate a grapefruit, and at once done so
in a private performance for Vin's eyes only.
But this fist was no grapefruit. It was bigger than a cantaloupe!
To Kathy this was the organic equivalent of a medieval pear,
used by evil men to destroy the vagina of women who had
confessed to having illicit sex with the devil.
She was going to share the fate of those sisters, she was about
to die screaming, while the crowd thought it was a
stage play!
From the impossible pressure being hydraulically transferred to
crush his penis. Vin could feel, the Kathy's vagina had to
be as tightly inflated as a party balloon.
The giant fist slowly rotated and Vin could clearly feel the
thumb, at least when it was pointed in his direction.
The circular screwing motion continued, as Vin felt the intruder
advancing with slow but inexorable motion deeper into Kathy's
overfilled sex pipe.
She was rolling her head from side to side
making sounds that resembled no known spoken language.

Vin was prepared to release the ankles. The instant Kathy

cried out in genuine pain, or demanded in a serious tone
that this insanity stop .

The massive fist slowly rotated to a knuckles downward configuration

Vin could almost painfully feel each individual knuckle, as each
rotated by turn. What Kathy was feeling two membranes closer
had to have been cosmic levels of stimulation.
The massive fist began opening reducing the impossible diameter
Kathy had been forced to maintain, she let out a slow shuddering
sigh and relaxed slightly, only to immediately tense up and begin
quivering rapidly again, it took Vin a moment to realize
what was happening, even though he could directly feel the
slow deliberate stroking motions, the over sized social finger.
The insane bastard was slowly and deliberately massaging
Kathy's cervix, forcing it to dilate, attempting to create a truly
unique experience, few women get to experience
outside a medical clinic.

Her childless state saved her

from outrageous penetration. If she had had children
the mouth of her cervix that had previously passed a
baby's head would never have recovered sufficiently
to resist the probing of a well lubricated finger,
even a finger the diameter of a hot dog.
Unable to stimuli the cervix opening sufficiently
frustrated his plan and saved passing from the most outrageous
painful violation she could imagine.
The insane bastard
had attempted to finger fuck her womb with a finger the size
of a penis!

Clearly thwarted, the massive fist began its contraction

again, angered at its rejection, though, caused the
massive fist to clench convulsive, denying Kathy
the time needed to accommodate it. She gave a gasp
as her vaginal tunnel was abruptly stretched tight as a drum head,
She was genuinely fearful her tortured vagina would tear
like an old bed sheet
Women had been known to die this way, ripped vagina,
and ruptured bladders,
She regretted visiting a torture museum as a teenager,
where she had gazed in horror at the instruments like the
medieval vaginal pear she saw screwed open to its maximum
extent The wickedly cruel instrument was designed to perform
only one purpose: to slowly tear a screaming woman's vagina
to bleeding ribbons.
She could expel the evil image from her mind, convinced
she was sharing, across time and space the terror
the women had experienced during their final hour of life.

It took several minutes of patient fist screwing before

the massive tunnel boring, rotary motion reached the
physical end of Kathy's womanhood,
Vin was not unable to feel this directly, as he was located ten inches
too far aft for any direct contact to be possible.
but Kathy's reaction made it obvious what had happened.
By hunching over slightly hung well
made it appear that he had penetrated her completely
to the elbow.

The crowd was beyond slack-jawed. They were quivering

some including several women were openly masturbating,
half of the crowd had degenerated into a wildly copulating
mass of human flesh, some rolling in the enormous puddle
Kathy had left behind .
Hung well, holding his knuckles firmly against the absolute end
of Kathy's cavern, turned his head to the crowd members
still standing and commanded:
"bring lubricant."
Kathy filled with semen from over eighty men needed no lubrication.
This was more theater on Hung wells part.

The crowd scattered like frightened Quayle

fanning out in all directions, scooping up unattended
bottles of sexual lubricant. Each returned triumphantly
displaying their trophy. In every case, Hung well pointed
to the open area surrounding his forearm that
Kathy's quivering flesh had been unable to close.
Bottle after bottle was pored in to the bright pink orifice,
it took a surprising number of bottles before Kathy was
filled to capacity.
No one was sufficiently coherent to count.
The slightest of muscular tremor on Kathy's part, caused
warm lubricant to ooze out of her totally filled
body cavity, to start sliding slowly down her trembling body
and onto Vin.
As he was standing on his head as well, the fluid
ran the length of him.
The slow flow became a series of shooting geysers as
Kathy's deranged sex partner began a rapid an unexpectedly
flurry of motion that was reminiscent of
a washing machine, changing from soak to regular
watch cycle.
The rapid movement of the huge fist caused fountains of lubricant to
spray several feet in the air as the huge
organic piston was jerked to the mouth of her orifice,
and without any hesitation plunged violently, the entire length
of Kathy's bruised and battered, vagina.
In a motion that clearly resembled a trained boxer throwing
a full force four knuckle punch, against the back wall of Kathy's
vagina. The fellow attacking her appeared to be deliberately
trying to kill her. Such a blow delivered through dry air
may very well have done so. But this was a liquid filled tube.
Kathy had become a human sized shock absorber, that traded
velocity for pressure, pressure, no human female could survive
without her vagina popping like a balloon. Kathy's female
donkey, reproductive system, along with a lifetime spent
doing pussy isometrics saved her, just barely, the last
ten inches of her tortured woman hood, abruptly ballooned,
from two liter to three liter pop bottle in diameter, the previous
fountains of lubrication, had been small ejaculations,
this fountain was taller than hung well himself.

Kathy let out a profoundly deep long, undulating shriek,

that lasted as long as her lungs held air.
A shriek that could be heard for miles.
All motion in the great Hall stopped for a moment.
There was a profound silence.
Vin was convinced the insane bastard had torn her vagina
loose from its moorings.
He started forcing his fingers to open as he realized
she had begun the deep shuddering of yet another vaginal orgasm.
Vin's penis bobbed in sympathy with her contractions
as the massive vaginal undulations of the well lubricated
fist hammering up and down, like some runaway steam engine.
The motions were directly transferred to the underside
of Vin's dick that was pressed painfully
against the underside of Kathy's abuse the vagina.
Vin was receiving the most violent hand job he could envision.

Individuals in the crowd began shouting, stop! Enough!

She's had enough! You'll kill her!

The catcalls were ignored and the massive fist continued

to pound.
hung well was kneeling beside Kathy the massive black man
had positioned himself so he could lean over
and apply the full weight and force of his body to his task.
He was obviously a weightlifter, covered with bulging muscles.
High quality muscles that did not tire easily
The fist hammered up and down at insane speed for what
felt like an hour, but was probably closer to five minutes.
Vin to his everlasting shame added another shot of
seminal fluid to Kathy's growing supply.
A pool of foaming ejaculate that was squirting
back and forth inside her flattened lower bowel vainly attempting to find
an undisturbed spot where it could accumulate. The pressure
squeezing on Vin's penis left no available room there, and blocked
the only outlet.

Vin was unsure whether Kathy was lost

in a sex powered parallel universe, or whether she was unconscious.
The insane pounding finally stopped with a karate move that
violently yanked the hydraulic piston full length, from elbow deep
to open-air and one convulsive movement, the massive fist was
traveling so rapidly on exit that blobs of lubricant were hurled ten feet into the air.
This unbelievably violent karate move produced a
slurping sound from Kathy's body that could be heard
one hundred feet away. fifty cows simultaneously yanking hooves
from deep mud, would have produced a sound half, as loud.
Kathy did not even twitch, Vin was positive she was unconscious
or worse.

People had dragged up folding chairs, so they could

peer over the heads of the front row crowd
and watch the show. They had become deathly quiet
waiting for some sign of movement or sound
From Kathy's limp body.

Vin decoupled. No Longer holding her while

standing on its head, he fell over.
He was filled with terror.
All she had to do was say let go and he would have, instantly.
His terror changed changed to elation as beautiful blue eyes
smiled at him, and she said
"Thank you for pulling that over sized tool of yours
out of my ass, I will be sore for a week."

Both of Kathy's sex partners, reached down to grab a wrist.

They slowly pulled pulled her her into a somewhat wobbly
upright position.
What had to be a several pints of foamy lubricant, pour
out of her vagina like a garden hose,
with sufficient force to arc beyond her toes.

She seemed to be unaware of it, and had a slightly

bewildered look on her face.

The three of them stood side-by-side, and bowed deeply in four directions
to the hysterically cheering crowd,
Vin was was astounded at the size and energy of the gathered crowd.
They had glazed eyes and were panting.
Vin felt fear, he was looking into the eyes of an insane monster,
not a group of civilized human beings..

Vin's astonishment turned to slack jawed disbelief as Kathy,

lovely Kathy slowly turned on her wobbly feet to face her
dutifully standing line of Marines.
They had no real expectation that Kathy would return
to pulling the train.
The arrival of her husband had clearly been the signal
the railroad was shutting down.
The sex show was the final fireworks display of the evening.
The profound silence continued.

Kathy slowly sank into the sitting position, facing them,

she grasped one knee with both hands and moving it to the side
as though it had become paralyzed.
She repeated the process with her other leg, so that she was
now sitting with her two long lovely legs, spread wide.

She nodded to the next guy in line.

"No more fisting for a while, please." she declared sweetly in a quiet voice
that carried well in the stunned silence surrounding her.

The pool of absolute silence extended for one hundred feet in all directions.
 [ 11. Kathy's terrible demon ]

Vin had failed.

He had hoped they could exercise Kathy's terrible demon.
Vin was the only person Kathy have ever
trusted completely enough to share at this level.

They had been lovers for over three years, it had been
a slow, painful process for Kathy to reveal the secret
she would die to protect.

It was a nightmare, a persistent nightmare, that

had visited her every night of her adult life:

She was lying on her back legs spread widely,

a hugely desirable man stood over her, moving slowly
toward her, so they could begin making love,
He glanced down between her legs, his smile
began to sour, he giggled, the giggle changed into
uproarious laughter. His erection, melted before her eyes
he turned away, continuing to laugh,
as he walked away, never to be seen again.
She would wake in a cold sweat, the mocking laughter
still ringing in her ears.

Kathy was positive Vin would reject her after she revealed her demon.
Words were inadequate for a situation like this. Most women who have
gone through childbirth have a mild form of it. In Kathy's case she had been
born with the reproductive system of a female donkey. She was indeed
a sexual freak. No amount of words, could dispel the reality of the situation.
She was the statistical equivalent of a man being born
with a twenty inch penis. There are a handful born worldwide every year.
Freakishly huge men are admired, Kathy was utterly positive
that freakishly huge women were viewed with disgust.

Words did not help, Kathy was way beyond words, she did not want
to hear Vin say she had a small and tight pussy. She would hold him
in contempt if he mouthed, such shallow lines. The fact that he loved her
only meant that one circus sideshow freak had found another.

He was sitting beside Kathy, holding her hand, trying to keep

the tears in his eyes from becoming obvious.

The young Marine on top of her, to his credit was stroking

slowly and gently, obviously trying not to hurt her.
She was not servicing him as an act of a living sex goddess
rewarding, a loyal retainer, consciously perhaps.
But at a deeper level, known only to Vin, she was battling her demon,
this fellow had seen her gaping womanhood, the only
proof positive, of his loving, undeniable acceptance of her
as a person was the moment, he deposited his semen in her.
This form of proof could not be counterfeited. It was the only
coin, she could accept.

Vin realized it was only a matter of time till a young Marine

even kinder than this one came along, and triggered
a crisis by kindly and appropriately refusing to add to
the ladies obvious discomfort. Her nightmare
will have taken on, human form and flesh. He will look
at her battered womanhood, his erection will wilt
and he will walk away.
Vin had to do something and do something fast.

He had studied Kathy's vaginal opening with a clinical eye,

as they took their bows, and as she sat, carefully arranging her legs.
Poor Kathy it looked as though someone had pounded her
vaginal lips with a croquet mallet. Or that she had offered
her womanhood to a professional prizefighter for use as a punching bag
which was more or less literally true.
Women who had children must learn to live with the fact that there
outer pussy lips, no longer touch, as they did when they were teenage
girls. A trained eye can tell how many children by how far apart the lips are.
Kathy was at the eight or nine children stage, her puffy bruised
outer lips, had about six fingers of separation between them.
The inner lips were in a pitiful sight, it was as though she had
stuffed some variety of giant clam into herself. The purple swollen
lips protruded a couple of inches from her body, they were separated
from each other by about the diameter of an orange. In the center
of it all was the shockingly pink hemisphere of flesh holding the
inner lips apart. At the very center of this protruding pink mound
was a barely visible vertical purple line. Kathy's womanhood
had swollen shut, like the eye of a battered prizefighter,
probably felt like one as well. The internal pressure from the
amazing amounts of fluids still contained within her body
prevented total closure, her narrow slit oozed continuously.
Using such a battered orifice to have sex with, must feel like
being raped with a rusty wire brush.

All of this was the result of Vin's interference.

Had he not happened along. She would have pulled the train
all night long servicing a couple of hundred Marines without discomfort.
She would have been her chipper self, eager to have sex
with Vin the next evening.

But what Vin had to do, came to him suddenly and completely as though he
was recalling a deeply buried a memory.
One of the enabling aspects of the plan was Kathy's
ladies in waiting.

For most of their blatant sex act, they were playing to a mob.
Mob in every sense of the word, normal people swept away
by mass hysteria, normal people smashing store windows,
and overturning cars.
This case, however, it was a sexual mob
had Kathy's vagina ruptured covering the forearm with
spurting blood, they would have continued chanting:
more, more, more, fuck her to death!

It was the mob that have died, seeing Kathy slide down
and spread her legs to resume servicing Marines
had taken their insanity from them in moments.
Most had wandered away in shame, as is customary
when a mob dies.
A smaller number had remained, this group was filled
with a group energy that felt religious. Most all of them were kneeling
in a semi circle around their sex goddess, the focus
of this spontaneous religion.
There was an inner circle, three young women had approached
Kathy, close enough for them to touch her, they were borrowing
the energy leaking from Kathy. Kathy could no more hold this energy
internally, than she could prevent the fluids leaking from her womanhood.

Vin was unable to avoid examining the three young women clinically.
Their vagina's were tightly closed, unfucked, they had egged each other on
collectively, coming up with enough courage to attend an orgy, but individually
lacking the courage necessary to do more than watch.
All any of them had to do was lay on their back spreading their legs,
someone would happened along within minutes.
Had Kathy's need not been so extreme Vin would have commanded
the three to lie still and would have done it himself.

He turned to them, and announced that Kathy needed their help.

They twitch as though touched by a live wire, there mother Goddess
needed them, they had a reason for living. "How can we help?"
three sweet voices ask in unison.
"I need a container of hand wipes, a bottle of hand sanitizer,
more paper napkins, more bottles of lubricant, and one of you
to go to the buffet and get food and drank for Kathy."
Three pairs of deer like eyes blinked in unison
they had no idea their sex goddess at a name.
They continued to stare at Vin having not been dismissed.
He filled them with purpose
"You will need to feed Kathy as she performs."
their lives now had true meaning and purpose,
they scattered.

Soon Vin was able to clean his manhood with damp

sanitizing cleaning wipes, he poured an ample amount
of the second bottle of hand sterile sterilizing gel
over his manhood, it burned like hell, he had obviously
been overused his sex tool, well, if it raw now
just wait a few minutes he thought.

The ladies in waiting, with gentle tenderness, were

feeding Kathy one of them, propping her up
from behind to a quarter sitting position.
The other two literally spoon feeding her and giving her
sips of ice tea. One of them realizing their Goddess
had a prince consort, offered Vin a bite of chocolate chip cookie.

With his manhood sterilized, and was ready for the

hard part, negotiating with Kathy. He moved closer
so he could gently kissed her pink ear.
Kathy was not in to ear licking, nipple sucking,
hour long kissing sessions, or most of the other nonsense
men are forced to put up with, she was a
vaginal penetration woman, with one exception
her over sized clitoris.
So Vin whispered in her ear, asking if she wanted
one of her ladies in waiting, to lube up a finger
and massage her button.
What a world-class slut! Vin's love for her soared
as she nodded her head in tiny jerking motions.

Now to sell the ladies, they knelt before him,

as he explained their Goddess, had special needs.
They looked at him with large round eyes,
the group's leader, blushed crimson, lowering her eyes
while nodding her agreement. Vin gave a brief
totally unnecessary class, on how women should
thoroughly lubricate their social finger, and make
circular motions on top of a love button.

As soon as the current Marine shuddered and

climbed off, leaking fluid onto Kathy's long legs,
they moved in.
One vestal virgin on the left and two on the right.
The next in line, hovered over them
patiently waiting for the maintenance to be completed.

He was a little slow, but not totally daft, Vin nodded to him
and he got on his hands and knees. Being careful
not to crush the small, delicately moving hand
beneath him.
Vin did not think anyone in Kathy's battered condition
was capable of further orgasm. He lost yet another bet
with himself.

Now to the final stage of the negotiation

"Kathy, you realize all of this is driving me mad."
"We have to do something about it."
"Vin there are thousands of women here!"
"Yes, but only one Kathy, I will not leave you."
"I suppose I could go stand in line.” he offered
She shook her head.
"Vin I just can't my ass hole is inoperable.”
"Actually, I was thinking of something else."
"But I have only one sex organ."
"Yes."
Kathy had had men do this to her before
so the concept, and the mechanics of it
caused no intellectual problems.
She was in a classical double-bind, if she
was too sore for Vin, she was too sore for
a line of Marines. As she was obviously
able to pull a train, she could not refuse
the man she loved.

Until about an hour ago. Vin was unaware

he was even capable of what he was about to do
normal heterosexual men do not let
other men touch them this way.

[ 12. An escape to pleasant memories ]

For the second time that night. Kathy declared

a short recess. There were no grows or catcalls
this time. However, there was considerable foot shuffling
as the line wiggled and expanded in width
so, as as many people as possible could
get a better view, the kneeling circle of worshipers
shuffled slightly closer.

Kathy was so physically drained, she did not try to

stand, she rose to a somewhat wobbly kneeling position.
Vin was astounded when she pointed with her chin to
number one vestal virgin holding her tube of ointment and then turned to
stare at Vin's erection. Clearly indicating what she wanted done.
Number one, blushed bright scarlet and begin moving forward on her knees.

Kathy had indeed achieved a state of godhood this evening

her surrounding worshipers were not deranged
they could sense the presence of a superhuman being,
Vin felt a slight quiver of fear, as any mortal
should, under circumstances like this.

The lube job had nothing in common with a sexual

tea ceremony Kathy had demonstrated on Vin's
penis earlier.
It was a mechanical lube job, but no part
of Vin's erection was overlooked.

He crabbed over sideways as close as possible to Kathy

so as to limit the gymnastics on her part.
She leaned forward onto her hands, hesitated there a moment
then slowly brought her right leg back up and over
Vin's body in a slowly choreographed mule kicking motion.
Vin expected her to sit down scoot forward and insert him.
She did the first two, and turned to stare again
at number one vestal virgin, she did not point with her chin
our thrust the idea onto the young lady, she did sat there waiting
with Vin's erection prominently in front of her.
The young assistant crawled forward, grasping Vin's cock
as Kathy scooted forward, making the joining possible.
The young lady, instinctively moved Vin's cock head
vertically down Kathy slit forcing the obscenely pink
halves to part sufficiently to allow the dick to begin disappearing.
She put two fingers on top, pushing down slowly.
Vin was completely lodged balls deep at the very bottom
of the pink slit.
After the usual leg shuffling, with Kathy's
long legs ending up on the inside as before.
Kathy nodded at number three vestal virgin instructing her
to go find the next Marine, pink flushed and smiling
she set off to do so, acting under the direct instructions
of her sex goddess, empowered her naked as she was,
to approach a line of sex crazed Marines without fear.
She reached down with her small pink hand, wrapping her fingers
around the Marine, leading him slowly over to
the waiting Kathy.
.

Vin's plan was halfway completed, if any one rejected

Kathy from here on, it was plainly because of Vin.
No heterosexual man will consent to having his pecker
slapped around by another man's. A queer act for sure.
However, a line of Marines standing in the center
of a sexual riot might be forgiven for overlooking
a minor point like this

The penetration was smooth and swift, no huge horse this time,
the men began thrusting immediately going for his orgasm.
Vin had to rush himself into a Zen state merger with Kathy.
It was different this time, less voyeur, more direct participation.
Although Vin was trapped on the bottom unable to move
having no choice but to merge with the female experience.
My God he could feel directly what Kathy was feeling,
Why did she waste her time doing graphic design work?
They should immediately relocate to a whorehouse, and only
take time out to eat and drink.
The man's thrusting became rapid, and then erratic
Vin did not wonder if he came, the liquid
was scalding hot.

Vin had told the virgins, what they must do

to keep harm from their Kathy. A necessary
white lie.
It was Vin they were protecting
with the excess lubrication.
As number three would lead the next in line forward, number two
would thoroughly lubricate his erection. As time went by
she was becoming quite expert at this, even causing
an embarrassing moment, for one, premature ejaculator.

Virgin number one, standing tall and proud by her Goddess

stood guard, no deranged goon was going to fist
her Kathy to death on her watch.

Vin relaxed and went with the flow too detached to count.
He found out later Kathy had counted, it was an amazing number.

Most of the men were civilized, staying on there half of

Kathy's cunt.
Occasionally some sick fuck would slide down
deliberately, on top of Vin, one shit head coming in from the side
even managed to get his dick underneath Vin's.

Kathy of course, was able to feel all this as well.

Vin could her abdomen rippled in laughter as
she felt him stiffen in outrage.
Vin tried mightily not to let the abdominal shaking excite him.
If he climaxed at a moment like this he, would be humiliated for life.
The sick fuck like all the others went away rapidly enough.
Vin had a minor problem, if he climaxed while some other fellow was there
he would feel slightly homosexual. But when no one was there
poor fatigued Kathy rested and he had no stimulation.
A classic double bind. his sexual tension continued to build.

He decided to go for pleasant memories.

Kathy had shared her sexual life history with him:

Her menstrual periods had began when she was

nine and a half years old, she was the only girl
in her grade with official permission to enter
the female teacher's bathroom if she needed
a sanitary napkin.
Kathy did not share any of the details
with her classmates, she was already beginning
her lifelong habit of extreme embarrassment.
She was half again as tall as any other kid
in her grade school.

Her mother, a hospital RN had put Kathy

on birth control immediately.
With the absolute intuition available only to mothers,
she could see the woman, her daughter would grow into.

Kathy being a sensible girl, followed her mother's advise

and waited until she was "mature" before having sex.

She waited until she was twelve. Unable to find a

suitable sex partner amongst the available twelve
your old boys, she went looking for an older
more mature male specimen. She found
a fourteen-year-old who was taller than average
coming up almost to Kathy shoulders.

They were hopelessly in love, at least what

they considered to be hopelessly in love.
Sex with them on again off again thing
revolving around, her mother's schedule at the hospital.
Once in every three weeks they had afternoons
at Kathy's house for sex.
The first time went without event, the young boy was terrified
having heard stories of deflowered virgins
squealing like pigs and requiring medical attention.
Such fears were secondary to his
cosmic levels of horniness, he plunged his cock in deeply
producing pleasant moaning from Kathy.

Kathy never revealed to him, she had deflowered herself

with the large rubberized handle of her mother's soup ladle,
the previous year.

It is amazing, how life long problems can grow out of

the most trivial of things, Kathy's lover had an older brother.
The older brother had a collection of pornographic magazines
from a European trip.
Not being and especially imaginative fellow, they were all
suckie-fuckie.
Extremely heady stuff, for his much younger brother,
who had been given permission to borrow the magazines.
Provided he returned them promptly, with none of the pages stuck together.
At the very back of one of the magazines was a small
quarter page image, of an unattractive older woman being fisted.

Young Studley was enthralled, he had enough sales skills

to realize his best plan, was not to share the image with Kathy
but rather to wait for the right moment. They had both
heard of foreplay so he always stuck a finger in Kathy
before mounting her.
So it was one finger, two finger, three finger, four,
with plenty of decorous sliding motion, he could tell Kathy
was genuinely enjoying this, she was lubricating well,
which was good. Young Studley was too stupid to realize
that proper etiquette demands your thoroughly lube your knuckles
before fisting a lady.
He folded his thumb over and the hand penetrated Kathy.
They both looked down at what they had done in
shocked silence, it never occurred to the young boy
to test how much of his forearm would also disappear
into Kathy.
Kathy almost asked him to try, but twelve-year-old girls
are not that forward. But as soon as Young Studley left
and the front door was locked. Kathy returned to her mother's
vinyl covered Ottoman squatting down to find out.
Fisting herself and getting about one half of her forearm
out of sight, it was awkward hunching over like that.

The next day Kathy's nightmare began. Young Studley

had boasted to his best friend that he had fisted someone,
a rapid volley of questions followed, and it became
obvious the school giant Kathy, could accommodate a fist.
Young Studley's friend took about twenty minutes to tell
two boys he new, they told four more boys, who told....
Somewhere in the loop, there was a boy, with a girlfriend,
he scandalized by telling what the school giant could do.

By the time Kathy arrived at school the next day there was
no one, except the janitor, who did not know.
Her school day was a blurred memory, she tried to blot out.
Every leering child felt the need to approach her and show
how clever they were in composing a novel sentence that
revealed their knowledge.
It was not cruelty, so much as a desire to appear
clever at Kathy's expense, her mortification went unnoticed.
Physical education was the straw that broke the camels back,
in the shower girls rushed up to get a view of Kathy's
opening.
Again, it was not cruelty for cruelty's sake, but morbid curiosity.
Most of the girls were virgins, having only fingered themselves cautiously,
so as not to lose their virginity.
A fist in a vagina was an outer worldly event for them.
Kathy rushed home, mortified to her toes.
It is a miracle she did not attempt suicide.
She locked herself in her bedroom and would not come out
for three days.

Her mother had to threaten to call the cops if Kathy

did not attend the meeting with a school counselor
she had arranged.
The school counselor wise in the way of such things,
had made some discreet inquiries, and was able to tell
Kathy's mother the entire story, only holding back
Young Studleys name, fearing a lawsuit.

The solution was: Kathy was excused from PE.

For the rest of the year, attending classes
was an agony for her, her mother was able to
get her transferred to another school the following
year.

It had taken Kathy's mother, all of about twelve minutes

to verify Young Studley's name.
Kathy was ordered in the strongest of terms to have
no further contact with the young cretin.
Kathy was able to give her word
as she hated what he had done to her.
 [ 13. The piano bar is found ]

But young love has a power all of its own.

Young Studley, at age fourteen was a legend in his own mind.
One of the first kids in school to develop sexually, he had three
conquests, to his credit.
Now suddenly he had none of girls of his age would talk to him.
They may be shy, experienced, and naïve but not mentally retarded.
They had seen what the jerk had done to Kathy.
They would not give Young Studley the time of day.
It was back to the Jurgens lotion for Young Studley.
Boys, of that age will do literally anything, say anything
to get their rocks off.

He began courting Kathy, she rejected his every advance

angrily, but his persistence began to wear her down.

He had explained he had been drinking

and passed out, he had no idea who overheard him
talking about, the woman he loved.
Kathy had a basically kind and sharing person.

Young Studley revealed to her that he would soon die,

semen if left to long solidified, a long rotating knife
was inserted the length of the penis to drill out
the clogged the urinary tract.
This saved the unfortunate victims life. The downside
of the procedure, was it left the person raving insane.
They were promptly buckled in to a straitjacket and
hung on a hook protruding from the wall of the insane asylum
where they would spend the rest of their lives.
Kathy's mother had of course kept all this from her,
so as not to damage the young girl's mind, he concluded.

Kathleen reluctantly agreed to take part in the

life-saving procedure asking if he could manage
one more week until her mother's schedule
would allow them time alone.
Young Studley showed up on time, with his
good buddy in tow.
Had Kathy, known he was the one who actually betrayed her,
she would have scratched his eyes out.

Kathy was angry and horny, if she let

the anger prevail then she would get
no sex that day.
She reluctantly unlatched the screen door that
was keeping Studley and his friend outside.

Studley, who went on to a life as a

career politician, new how to proceed.
Kathy was instructed to sit on the Ottoman
and lean back onto the sofa, Studley
was to take her in his arms and begin
kissing her passionately.
After several minutes of this good buddy was able to undo the top button
on Kathy's white, tennis shorts, and began sliding the zipper down.
Her tan nylon panties were soon removed
and her wide hips and long legs revealed.

Good buddy, as he had been ordered to do

leaned over and ran his tongue across
Kathy's over sized love button, she gasped
had bounced two inches off the vinyl surface.
Kathy's sex organ entirely on its own, winked at him.
He had his fist in her three quarters of the way, to his elbow
moments later.
Which of course was the idea all along.
Kathy learned that day a rare number of women have the wonderful ability
to have both clitoral, and vaginal climax.

She had her fun, but now, it was time

to pay the piper, they had to prove they loved her.
Getting good buddy out of his pants
and underwear was not overly difficult
although he did get his pant legs
tangled up with his shoes.
He had no erection, Kathy's orifice reminded him of a giant ass hole.
It was totally unappealing, he was physically incapable of having sex
with such a thing.
He snatched up his underwear to hide his mortification fumbling to get his pants
and shoes on, so he could rush out the front door.
Studley of course rushed after him to make sure his good buddy was all right.

Kathy set, yet again on the Ottoman sobbing.

That night, her terrible re-occurring dream began.

She was lying on her back legs spread widely,

a hugely desirable man stood over her, moving slowly
toward her, so they could begin making love,
He glanced down between her legs, his smile
began to sour, he giggled, the giggle changed into
uproarious laughter. His erection, melted before her eyes
he turned away, continuing to laugh,
as he walked away, never to be seen again.
She would wake in a cold sweat, the mocking laughter
 still ringing in her ears.

Her sex life was over.

At least her sex life as a twelve-year-old girl had ended.

She was sixteen, before she tried again, she knew what she wanted
having thought the matter over for a long time, she needed
a man not a boy. She had continued to grow and was still
the tallest girl in her school.
A plan began to form in her mind,
she would go to a place where she could find a proper man.
A common beer bar was out of the question, they would ask her for
her ID, and even if they did not, the place would be filled with
course men who would not know to treat her with kindness and gentleness.
While sex was the bait on the hook,
love was what she desperately needed.

She saved her school lunch money, and took the city bus
downtown, where the best hotel was located.
Kathy had been in the back seat, previously and had asked, what
a piano bar was.
From the bus stop, she headed directly for the piano bar.
She had deliberately tried not to dress like a schoolgirl.

As she stepped through the front door, the House Dick

gave her the once over, his job was to keep prostitutes out.
Kathy was the most unlikely prostitute he had ever seen.

He correctly guessed her age at a glance, he

turned around to face the bar and his glass of soda water.

Kathy's age was no concern of his.

Kathy had just enough money for a small glass of beer,
she did not know she was expected to leave a gratuity for the bartender,
he smiled genuinely content with his nonexistent tip.

Kathy hated beer, but it was only the only drank

she knew to order.
Kathy holding her small beer she began a cautious
exploration of the room, it was dark and her eyes were
just beginning to adjust.
Every eye in the room was discreetly following
her every movement, she was unaware that
piano bars are normally filled with people
engaging in conversation.

She found what she was looking for, a taller than average
well-built man with a slow smile and kindly eyes.
She was subconsciously looking for her father, her
abusive alcoholic father, who had abandoned her mother.
None of that mattered she was looking for her father's
genetics, any man who could pass on the genetic information
for the sexual apparatus of a female donkey to his daughter,
must surely have the genetics for the male equivalent.
Kathy was looking for sex with an equal,

Freud from where ever he was, looked down with a

fatherly, knowing smile.

The man's voice was deep and gentle, he was

an accountant from out of town staying here at the hotel.
Within thirty words or less, they had abandoned the table
and Kathy's untasted beer.

He led the way. Kathy, followed at what she fell

was a discreet interval so no one could possibly
guess.

The Hotel Dick, and the Bartender looked at each other knowingly.

Kathy followed the man to his room, where they had

an initial failure to communicate, she reached down
and the grasped his penis through his business slacks.
He thought he had found the most incredible hot slut
on the planet.
Kathy, however, was just checking, she knew exactly
what she wanted, and if he didn't have it, she was prepared
to walk out of the room.
They busied themselves with trivial negotiations,
she would undo his shirt buttons, if he would undo hers,
she was unaware that the plastic mushroom shaped
buttons on her blouse, added to his "do a schoolgirl" fantasy
he had mentally convinced himself she was over eighteen
and had refused any more mental discussions of the matter.

Kathy was flabbergasted, her wildest fantasies of what

a real man could do, proved to be naïve. He gave her
a good five minutes of oral sex, as soon as it became obvious
she had limited interest, in French kissing or having her breasts
admired.
He realized he could penetrate her at any time,
but was mature enough to prolong the moment.
Kathy of a was bouncing up and down violently enough
that further oral sex was becoming impossible.
In her haste, she had left her bobbysoxer's and schoolgirl
two tone brown and white shoes on, totally unaware
of the sledgehammer erotic impact this had on her partner.
He was horny enough to come by rubbing his dick
against her thigh, but mature enough to not do so.
He took her with one convulsive lunge, judging correctly
this is what she wanted, she arched her back and climaxed
immediately, he followed soon after, and for the first time
in more than twenty years, was able to continue thrusting
right through his ejaculation, and continue on, erection
intact, to arrive at a second massive shuddering orgasm
twenty minutes later, Kathy had lost count of her orgasms by then.

While he was in the bathroom, getting Kathy a warm washcloth

she rolled a pillow into a tight roll, which she placed beneath
her hip sockets, giving her vagina a downward slope, she was fearful
the motel maids were instructed to look for stains on the sheets
as she knew her mother did to her, she did not want
to get this lovely man in trouble.
With a wisdom only women possess she knew with certainty,
he had a loving wife and children somewhere.
He returned with the promised warm washcloth and began lovingly
running it over her entire body, the rough terrycloth passing
over her nipples was excruciating pleasure, nothing compared however
to having it passed over her out-sized clitoris, he held her lips apart
to accomplish this. She was unaware he was carefully studying
her love button, it was the size of a little finger.

Somewhere in the middle of her towel bath, Kathy became aware

there were simply too many pairs of hands, delivering pleasure
to her, she was not about to object as this might result in
a sudden halt in the delivery system.
So she eased her eyes open just far enough for a discreet surveillance,
the hotel room had a double door arrangement, to connect the two rooms.
Her new friend was an accountant, part of the team from an accounting company,
she never heard of, in town doing a special audit on a local company she'd never heard of.

"How can I make you happy with your clothes on?" Was the only thing
she could think to say. The men acted as though they had
never encountered a more scandalous wit in their lives.

Kathy counted, the seven men deposited

seventeen loads of scalding hot semen in her, absolute
impossible to counterfeit proof that they loved her.

If her a horrible day of shame at school was the price

she had to pay for this bliss, she was glad to have done so.

She had arrived, her sexual orientation was now cast in concrete.
 [ 14. A fifth of whiskey please ]

The men had been drinking shots of whiskey, as they took turns
on top of her, the bottle was now empty.
The group leader by virtue of the fact he found Kathy in the bar,
approached her with the empty bottle, looking her in the eye,
making sure what he was about to do was consensual.
Kathy felt an electric surge pass through her body, she was a sixteen-year-old girl,
she did not have the sophistication to say yes, yes! to such an incredible thing.
But if she did not this incredible opportunity would be denied her.
She gave an almost imperceptible nod, the only sound to be heard
was the shuffling of feet as the other six man arranged themselves
in a semi circle so that each had full view.
The bottle, edged closer and closer, the slowness was deliberate, electric tension
was slowly filling the room to capacity.
Kathy gave a small jump as the cold glass contacted her inner lips, he was holding
her out outer lips, widely spread for theatrical effect.
Unknown to Kathy they were admiring her dilated urinary opening,
Kathy had been masturbating for years, using an eye dropper, but had recently
stretched herself to the point, she could insert her little finger, one
knuckle deep into the small orifice.
The men were astounded, you do not see this sort of thing on sixteen year old girls.

One of the men left the room, returning quickly

with a tube of lubricant, the bottle was rotated slowly
as the sticky, transparent gel was evenly distributed
Kathy her head supported by two pillows, was the eighth
voyeur in the room.
Watching was more than half the fun
at least she thought so until they bottle neck was entirely
inside her, and she began to be dilated by the bottle,
god, oh god!
She had no idea, the handle on her mother's soup ladle
had never done this to her!
She had given the seven men, a gift of pleasure,
they were repaying at 300% interest, at least this was
how Kathy chose to view the incredibly pornographic event.

The impossible pleasure went on endlessly, the men

were taking turns using the bottle,
they were impaling her cautiously
so they did not end up with a bleeding screaming
under age girl in their hotel room.
Kathy was only aware that she was receiving slow
deliberate, incredible pleasure.
With a sudden movement the bottle, lunged about
two inches into her body cavity with an abruptness
that caused everyone in the room to suck air
between their teeth.
Kathy had reached the constant diameter portion of the bottle,
from their progress was more rapid, every eye in the room, oscillating
between the obscene view of the disappearing whiskey bottle
and checking Kathy's incredibly blue eyes for any sign
of discomfort, in very few heartbeats, he reached
the end of the bottle.
Kathy's newfound friend, changed his grip, for fingers
on one side of the bottle with an opposing thumb,
he was holding the last half inch of the bottom of the bottle
leaving most of the bottle available as a fucking instrument.
He began fucking her with an increasing tempo.
There was a looming problem, however, Kathy's vagina
was stretched to its absolute limits, she was not the woman
she would become who could do the same stunt
with a two liter soda pop bottle. Her sixteen year old vagina
quivered as it stretched tightly over the bottle.
Her tightly stretched vagina had scraped off most of the
carefully applied lubricant, which collected on the exposed
portion of the bottle making it far too slippery to hold,
a vigorous thrust turned into disaster as the fingers slipped,
the thumb coming down, striking the bottom of the bottle.
With a clearly audible sound the entire bottle
disappeared into Kathy's lovely body.

The room was filled with silent, abject terror and

horrible disbelief. They were ruined. From ecstasy
to disaster in a heartbeat. This were too honorable
to contemplate.
They could not throw Kathy's magnificent body
into the green dumpster in the alley behind the hotel.

But taking her to the Hospital was equally impossible

there would be a police investigation!
Their lives were ruined, they were no longer respected
businessman with careers, they would do jail time!

Kathy sensing the sudden tension in the room

clamped down with her powerful vaginal muscles.
The bottle shot across the bed, stopping just short
of falling over the edge. The semi circle of men
cheered.
From heaven, to hell, and back again in a heartbeat.

The leader disappeared into the bathroom

and returned, with two washcloths, he carefully cleaned
and dried the neck of the bottle, lubrication was
reapplied the sides of the bottle. He approached Kathy
holding the bottle by its neck and lowered the bottom
close to her womanhood, looking into her
beautiful blue eyes for permission.
Kathy nodded with considerably more vigor this time,
two men approached from either side, stretching her outer lips
apart like a huge pink butterfly, the bottle was lowered
at an angle so one side of the base contacted
her inner lips first, a slow screwing motion caused
the lips to part as an ever increasing portion
of the bottles diameter began disappearing into her.
The clear nature of the bottle, allowed the
delirious men to actually see a distorted
image of Kathy's shocking pink interior.
They loved her and her giant cunt without
reservation, Kathy sensing their love
was delirious with happiness,
She arched her back, moaning deeply.

As her partner deftly thrust a giant instrument home.

She had not known until moments ago, that it was possible
to fuck a woman with a bottle.
She is lost in the most violent orgasm of her young life.
The men took turns grasping the bottle neck
and used the giant instrument to fuck
Kathy through two more squealing orgasms.
Eventually, the bottle was unceremoniously
pulled from her body as the men began
taking turns on top of her again.
He felt she had died and gone to heaven.

Eventually, all the men except two were

lamp and flaccid, Kathy was happy
notice, one of them was her new friend,
who was whispering to the other fellow
with an erection.

New friend approached announcing

he wanted to do sex in a new position
instructing Kathy into a kneeling position.
"I can't she wailed."
"Why not?" he asked with obvious irritation.
"I'll leak, bring me an ashtray.”
An ashtray was soon provided, and Kathy
held it against her womanhood, as she
rolled out of bed, long legs widely spread.
Her seven new friends watched in anticipation, positive
they were about to see her urinate into the ashtray.
Kathy moved her hips in a quick circular motion
and contracted her, powerful, vaginal muscles.
Twenty four loads of semen were squirted
with surprising force into the square glass ashtray,
it overflowed immediately onto the floor.
"Oops." Kathy observed handing it to the nearest man.
"Okay, I won't leak now."
"What was it you want me to do?"

"Come up here and mount me."

her friend was lying on his back displaying his pleasingly large erection.
Kathy climbed up with enthusiasm, her for fourteen-year-old boyfriend
and her had done this often, just like normal sex but with the female on top.
She was surprised when he said
"no, face the other way, so they can watch."
Kathy had never heard of sex this way, but giving
her new friends, a better opportunity to admire
her was clearly a good idea.

She knelt facing the open doorway, connecting the two

hotel suites, as she lowered herself
on to the offered penis. Not sure what to do next
she moved her wide hips, abruptly fore and aft
in a rocking circular motion that brought a gasp
from her supine friend. Fearful he would climax too soon
and knowing he was capable of only one more,
he ordered her to stop and lie back,
on top of him, with her legs outside of his.
Kathy did as instructed enjoying the expression
of rapped attention and devotion, on the faces of the men
lined up at the foot of the bed, they could clearly see the
penis rising up and bending over backwards
to please her.
Kathy had a small orgasm
as she realized the level and intensity of pleasure
she was generating in her audience.

The bed squeak slightly and shifted as the weight

of a third body became apparent.
Kathy looked around, it was the second man,
the other one who was able to keep his erection.
Kathy had given her boyfriend, a blow job a couple of times.
She was game, and waited for him to crawl
to the head of the bad, where she would be able
to service him. She was puzzled as he headed
in the opposite direction, rising up on his knees
between the widely spread legs before him.
The room had become still and silent.
No one moved a muscle except for the newcomer
he took his tool in one hand and forced it downward.
so it pointed at Kathy crotch like a medieval knight's lance.
He began small shuffling steps, on his knees drawing ever closer.
Kathy had never heard of this, never dreamed of it,
had not known before this moment that human beings
could do such a thing.
He stared fixedly into Kathy's eyes, daring her to object
Kathy was frozen like a chicken staring into the eyes
of a king cobra, she did not move a muscle, her mind frozen
in shocked disbelief.
The man was not subtle about it
as soon as he was in position he unceremoniously
rammed himself balls deep into Kathy.
She gave strange animal cry as the two men
began thrusting simultaneously into her
astonished vagina. Their combined diameters
were considerably less than a whiskey bottle.
Her quivering orgasm, was a result
of the mind boggling obscenity of it all.
Her powerful muscles squeezed the two
penises powerfully, they squirted in unison.
Kathy was dimly aware of the intensity of emotion
in the onlookers, as two penises ignoring
their ejaculations remained hard as they plunged
repeatedly, in to the single convulsing vagina.

Kathy wondered how common this sort of thing was.

how many sixteen-year-old girls got this level of attention
on their first adult date
She was determined to find out.

Parting was bitter sweet, everyone in the room

knew this was a one time event.
These were professional men who put everything that mattered
to them on line, risking it all, for three hours of intoxicating
pleasure with Kathy.
They stood in awe of her. what sort of woman would this girl grow into?
Lives would never be the same again, all
as a result of a single evening with a girl
in her first year at high school.

Kathy's life long, sexual orientation had been cast in concrete,

it had taken less than three hours for it to set.

___________________

Vin trapped beneath Kathy unable to move, he retreated

into the eroticism of the events Kathy had shared with him.
He was the first man Kathy had ever trusted enough
to share such memories with.
Vin would probably have climaxed, had he realized
Kathy, directly above him was also reliving the memory
of her first date, that night, in the grand downtown hotel.
Kathy had never pause to consider, she actually never
really had a first date with a man. Her first date was in fact
and enthusiastically consensual, gang rape.
Kathy's inability to view it this way, was the result
of her avoidance of any thoughts that might lead
to her remembering her self-image as a freak of nature.
___________________

Events above, Vin continued in a steady pattern, being

unable to contribute anything but totally unneeded semen,
Vin drifted back into pleasantly remembering Kathy's
early life as she had related it to him. The events were
absolutely true, Kathy's demon was ever present.
Her confession that she had been fucked by a whiskey bottle
and double dicked at age sixteen, was given with difficulty.
She was positive Vin would reject her on hearing
the horrible truth about her. Her desperate forlorn hope
was that through some miracle, he might be able to tolerate her.
For the first time in her life Kathy had experienced lasting
love between man and woman. Vin, was not tolerating her,
he was loving and accepting her wholeheartedly, as she was,
knowing totally and absolutely she was a slut.

Most of Kathy's classmates, the thought she was a virgin,

she never related sexual stories, and had little interest
in listening to others.
( Listening to the sexual confessions of her classmates
was like being stoned to death with popcorn. )

She had become a regular at the piano bar, the bartender

and the house detective nodding at her, in recognition.
Her affairs were none of the theirs. She discreetly
brought pleasure, to lonely visiting businessmen.
If anything she was adding value.
Her six foot height gave the two men legal cover,
they could credibly claim to was clearly over twenty one.
She was accepted as a regular, and presented
with a free glass of soda water on her arrival.
The Bartender, began acting as a her pimp,
knowing the type of man she was looking for,
he would suggest to men he approved of.
He would tell them they should visit the lady at the coroner table.
He felt fatherly toward her,
with a bartender's intuition, steared bad men
away, and encourage good man.
Kathy's men were all family men far from home, who needed
a little encouragement.

She visited when her mother's schedule

gave her the available free time.
She never again bought a beer, in fact, she was unable
to remember anytime in her life, and she had purchased
a drink.

She never again had an experience to rival the time

she had shared with the seven accountants. At least
not until much later, when she met a man called Vin,
and discovered what the expression "Fleet Week"
was all about.

Kathy was able to attend college in her hometown

and continued regular visits to the piano bar.
Her college classmates shared her
high school peers belief she was a virgin.
Understandable, in such a tall, painfully shy,
gangling girl.
Two or three, the cocks men, took it as a challenge,
but none of them had any success. Kathy had a
deep-seated aversion to boys.
 [ 15. Two ships collide in the dark ]

As Kathy approached graduation, with an AS

degree in graphic arts and design, the University
placement staff began working to find her a job.
Kathy, nearly drove them to drink. She rejected
everything, jobs with big companies, jobs with
excellent benefits, all of them.
In desperation they let her, search the computer herself,
to find, what ever elusive thing, this shy
girl was searching for.

And there it was. A cruise ship called the Davis Strait.

The floating equivalent to her beloved Grand Hotel.
A quick dip into the Internet, a short swim
to the Davis Strait page, some searching around
why do they always make it hard?
There it was under the clinical heading of "accommodations"
The intercontinental Hotel, had a piano bar!
Men would visit her, love her as she desperately needed
and then go away as they must.
Marriage was unthinkable to Kathy, any man
on discovering the freak she was, would have the marriage annulled.
Besides, they would demand to impregnate her,
force her to produce girls, like those that humiliated her in the shower,
or boys, like what's his name, and his friend with the limp dick.

Kathy's application had been accepted.

Kathy was not the sort of person who would just disappear
forever leaving those who loved her to wonder.

Kathy was shown immediately to the general manager's office,

everyone knew she would be graduating in a couple of weeks.
He had been expecting her.
Had already worked all the the details.

Kathy would be assigned to the marketing department.

When some visiting Arab, with his three favorite wives,
stepped across the threshold, it would be Kathy
representing the hotel, who would step forward, to
convince this valuable guest that this was his home
for as long as he chose to stay. Kathy would .....

"What?"
"It is a type of very large cruise ship."
"But, but, why, this hotel has is home to you.
"A cage, no matter how beautifully gilded, is still a cage."
"I don't understand."
"Would you deny, a young lady like myself her need,
to see the world?" She asked sweetly.

Fools mated, he was astounded, at his feeling of loss,

never to see Kathy again? this could not possible be.
"I would appreciate however, if you could keep
your kind offer open, if things do not work out?"

The general manager had never had sex with Kathy,

such an act was unthinkable, simply not done.
In a lesser hotel, possibly, never at the Grand.
Watching her grow from a long legged, gangling sixteen-year-old
into the lovely young women seated before him
was reward enough.

To his horrified amazement, it was as though someone

else was speaking through his mouth.

"We have been doing some redecoration, of the presidential suite,

"Could you assist me, with some fabric selections?"

Preventing, his face from betraying him, was one of the hardest things
the middle aged man had ever done.
Kathy had been proposition by the very best, she was never
offended.
How could any woman claim offense to greater compliment
a lady can receive?
She hesitated a moment, proper young ladies always hesitate,
it is one of the many things that differentiate
them from common sluts.
The moment was an eternal agony, for the manager,
he was opening his mouth, to lie, to claim falsely, to deny what
they both knew to be true.

Kathy saved him from his fate,

"Yes." she said.
"Yes, I would love that." obviously meaning it, and her use of
love, rather than "I would like that." indicated she
understood fully, and agreed to sex.
There would be no need to stop by housekeeping
for fabric samples.

They general manager, as was right and proper,

had an electronic master key, good for every room,
in the hotel, save one.
Kathy was quite familiar with the rooms, where the architect
had anticipated a need for discretion.
They were to the right, accessible via an almost hidden
wide spiral staircase, located near the piano bar.
You could get there without crossing the lobby.

She followed the general manager, out of his office.

To the right was the hidden staircase, to the left was the lobby proper,
with the reception staff.
Surprise, left, it was.
"We will be needing the key to the presidential suite."
The only room with a mechanical door lock was the presidential suite.
The clerk blushed, as she handed it over, realizing she had blushed
she turned bright red.
No one seemed to notice all eyes were on the couple, walking grandly,
through a grand lobby, to the bank of gilded elevators.
All eyes watched the antique brass mechanical, Cupids arrow ,
as it moved slowly clockwise the top floor, where it stopped.

He was as kind and gentle with her, as she had expected

him to be..
They made love, for those who can afford such a vintage,
infinitely better than a six pack of sex light,
Kathy had become expert in the subtle art of judging men.

The Lazarus virus had begun sweeping the world, about

the time Kathy had begun attending university, the only
affect this had on her lifestyle, was that it made visiting her piano bar mandatory.
Kathy did not mind.
Lazarus forced vastly greater changes onto the rest of the population.
A monogamous marriage, was now defined differently.
The medical necessity, could not, and was not regarded as infidelity.
Men who cheated on their wives on Tuesdays and Thursdays were held in low regard.
Absolute fidelity was still possible as long as one of the
members of a married couple took care of the medically necessary.

Lazarus ruled with an iron fist. It's survival was at stake.

Everyone had the lives they were born with, you had
the right to live, to grow old, and to die.

But if you wanted more, you had to bargain.

Lazarus was happy to sell your life eternal.
The price?
Share yourself, your love, your body, with others.
via unsafe sex.
Lazarus could not see through a condom.
The thickness of a condom, a light year, both the same.
The only way the Lazarus organism could maintain
it's distributed self, was through a communications network.
Human beings were that network, and human semen,
was the network packet.
Humans who chose life eternal, became sterile.
Lazarus needed a vast information bandwidth,
in order to maintain it's distributed self.
Human consciousness lived in individual humans.
Lazarus lived in all humans simultaneously.
To survive Lazarus had to have the large amounts of data
transferred rapidly.
The source was the large amount of information needed
to tell a fetus how to grow into a human.
Lazarus needed it, all of it.
Human beings, like bees carrying pollen, maintained
the distributed life form.
They were aware of of this entity and had named it Lazarus.

The crime of selfishness now carried a death penalty.

Lazarus was not cruel, Lazarus was not even self-aware
in the usual sense, but selfish sex, or no sex
where the same, they threatened Lazarus with extinction.
Threaten Lazarus and it responded, you aged rapidly,
and died of old age in a handful of years.
Keep Lazarus happy, and you lived forever, in a
healthy vigors 25 year-old body.

Kathy had no problem helping the Bartender

with his medical necessity, she was more than happy to do it.
It was an excellent way for friends, to acknowledge a friendship.
She had a small reserved sign on her table, for years.
She was not buying anything from him, that he had not already given her
she had his love and respect all ready.

She had worked out a similar arrangement with Hotel Dick many years before.
How had he been able to know, almost to the day
when her eighteenth birthday was?

On arriving on board Davis Strait. Kathy realized that

for the first time in her life she would have to join a Ladies Club.
After her experience in the middle school shower
Kathy was adverse to the idea.
Men around her was fine, she liked naked men.
Hovering women reminded her of that awful shower.
She would never have selected the Davis Strait, without
checking first that the Davis Strait Intercontinental
had a piano bar, it was right there on the web page.

But it was a movie set, piano bar, a fellow

in a tuxedo, played well.
But it was not "her" beloved piano bar, it had no soul.
Men went there with their wives!
There was no real equivalent to her beloved piano bar here.
Kathy bowed to the inevitable, it was that, or take the next plane out.
The upscale ladies of the Aphrodite business woman's club,
would not talk to an employed women like herself, the only option
left to her was the Venetian Club.
Definitely not her piano bar, no dim lights, no Chopin in the background.
They had a linoleum covered dance floor!
Kathy adapted, accommodated, and settled into a routine lifestyle.

Women talk, all women, upscale women do it over

Chardonnay in cafés, low class women do it in
coin-operated laundromats.
But the information is passed, does he have an adequate tool,
does he know how to use it, can he even find a clitoris,
does he have, long slow fingers?
Spending time in the Venetian Club, Kathy overheard
many such conversations, especially when business was slow,
and there were no men to interrupt juicy gossip.
So she heard about a fellow named Vin.
She was intrigued by what she heard, and was determined
to meet the fellow.
It turned out to be harder than she imagined.
He was unapproachable in the Aphrodite club, and disappeared
to the starboard side the rest of the time.
It took an introduction from a mutual friend to arrange a date.
Vin was single, so he was available on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

There was powerful immediate attraction, that was confirmed

when they made love in Vin's incredible King size bed.
Kathy thought only Grand Hotels had them.
They began, an immediate Tuesday, Thursday relationship.

As they began to love and trust each other secrets were exchanged
deep secrets, never before shared, secrets.
Kathy, began to share her sexual life history with Vin.
Vin in turn shared his terrible terrible secret with her.
He could not come. A rare form of impotence found in men
with a deep-seated fear, of being attacked, unexpectedly.
In the majority of men this leads to untreatable impotence.

Vin was the rare special case, he could relax sufficiently

to obtain an erection, a marvelous seven inch long erection,
you could drive nails with.
Only one teeny-weeny problem, semen never came squirting out the end.
Vin had his own secret form of medical necessity, after spending hours
pleasuring women at the Aphrodite club, his prostate filled to the bursting point,
he would return to his apartment.
He would tipple lock his door, and there subconsciously secure in the knowledge
no one could sneak up on him. He would masturbate.

Part of their attraction was, they were both sexual freaks.

Sweet loving Kathy was horrified, she had to help.
She insisted Vin masturbate while she watched.
It didn't work, of course, having her there, watching him,
turned his bed into a public place, he could pound away
for a thousand years and nothing would happen.
This was no longer his secure place at the back of the cave
where no one could sneak up behind him.
Vin stroked with vigor until it was obvious to both of them that
it was not going to happen.
Kathy appropriated his bottle of corn huskers lotion
and pored an ample amount into both of her palms.
She pushed Vin's hand out of the way, replacing it with both of hers,
her lower hand, with a firm grasp, made the necessary up and down
motions, her right-hand made an incredible twisting motion
like removing a champagne cork, as it moved up and down,
from his cock head to the center.
The two hands would meet in the center, then separate, slowly at first
but soon, with a rising tempo. Kathy knew how hard
you could squeeze an excited man without causing permanent damage.
The muscles on her forearms bulged as she put the
Vulcan death grip to his manhood.
Vin let out a gasp and ejaculated a stream that almost
made it to his chin. They looked at each other in
stunned amazement.
Two people meant for each other had found each other.

Vin had been popular, with women, because he did not

chase after a climax he could never have.
He did not view, foreplay as the coin used
to purchase orgasm.
For him sex with women, was only foreplay,
nothing else. Not a down payment, on an object he
could not purchase.
Because his penis would not give him his orgasm,
it really did not matter to him, whether he used
his tongue, his nose, his fingers, his penis, or his fist.
This did not mean he did not get pleasure
from sex, quite the opposite, he would happily
plunge away for hours. Women loved him and,
loved to tell other women about him.

Kathy nearly went mad the first time, he fisted her.

She had been fisted before.
With Kathy's anatomy, it was an excellent
path to orgasm.
But this was different, always before there had been
selfish reasons at the heart of it.
Men would fist Kathy to create a pornographic scene
they would enjoy, it was done for their benefit, not hers.
Vin was using his fist, and most of his forearm as a
sex organ, he was making slow deliberate love,
for her benefit, no one else's. Vin was amazed at the
almost painful grasp his forearm received as her powerful
muscles grabbed his arm.
Despite her almost frantic cries for him to stop
and her feeble attempts to grab his forearm.
He continued his slow deliberate fucking, until her
pussy muscles finally unclenched, and she fell back,
totally limp, looking slightly cross eyed.

Kathy responded by showing Vin tricks like how you can put
the glass tube from an eye dropper, in a human urinary tract.
That knitting needles in various diameters also had erotic usefulness.
How you could drink wine out of the vagina.
The numerous men Kathy had met at the piano bar had shown her
most everything there was of a sexual nature.
Kathy showed Vin, the pussy cannon, she would place
a green tomato in to herself, rock back onto her
head and shoulders to fire the fruit in a howitzer like fashion.
She could shoot a peeled, hard-boiled egg across the room
with enough force to break it against the far wall, she enjoyed
rinsing off the used, hard-boiled eggs, and feeding them to Vin.
Some times they would play catch, she would fire eggs
as Vin attempted to catch them.
Sometimes it was audience participation, she would rock back
into the howitzer possession, creating a world-class
gape, that excited Vin beyond words.
He would pick items out of the fruit bowl. Items placed there
for scientific purposes. How many marbles, how many golf balls,
how many cucumbers, how many hard-boiled eggs,
how many billiard balls would it take to fill the gaping orifice.

They drank a lot of, fruit blender, smoothie drinks

Occasionally, she would perform her unique one-woman porn show

She would insert a series of ever larger
household items into her vagina, gradually working up
to the piece de resistance, a two liter soda pop bottle.

She did not do this often, not because it caused her

unacceptable discomfort,
but because it forced her to lose sleep, Vin would fuck
her all night long, every time she did this.

They found endless games, a mail order devise, that clamped boards
to the molding on either side of the top of the kitchen doorway.
From this, things that included a sex swing could be attached.
The swing had two widely spaced padded straps that supported Kathy
comfortably with her knees held far apart, with her feet dangling
off the floor, Vin could penetrate her standing erect.
Neither of were really into anal, but this contraption
practically begged for it, so they did anal several times.

Probably the most unique application of the door hanging

devise was the ability to hang wrist straps, instead of the swing.
They found many interesting games were possible with this.
the ultimate being, with some difficulty. They were able to
suspend Kathy by her ankles, producing a gape
suitable for the Guinness book of records.
This was the whole idea, Vin was standing by with a
laboratory graduated cylinder, Kathy was holding a
golf counter, she pushed the thumb button. Increasing
the count by one, every time Vin poured one hundred cc
of warm water into her.
The first attempt ended in disaster, Kathy lost count
the golf counter got waterlogged, there was water all over the floor.

Practice makes perfect, a week later, they tried again,

Vin had, a two, and one liter, lined up on the counter
next to the hundred cc graduated cylinder.
With Kathy's gape, there was no need for a funnel.
It was intuitively obvious that Kathy could hold two liters.
So that went in first, a quick peek, Kathy grinning hugely
from below. The one liter was added. Almost there, as long as
Kathy did not start giggling and create a series of small geysers
like last week. The hundred cc brought things
right up to the rim. Just like titration in the chemistry lab.
Kathy's internal capacity of warm water was 3147 cc.
No wonder she had a deep-seated dread of being viewed
as having abnormally large genitalia. She did.
That Kathy had never had children made her quiet unique.

It took Kathy a long time before she felt comfortable telling Vin
about Walter, the others were just pornographic events.
Events that excited Vin terribly as he listened.
Walter was different. The only person other than Vin, she had ever loved,
but if she didn't tell him about Walter, she would not be able to tell
him about Honey Bun.
And without that knowledge, he would go through life
believing she was a freak of nature.

She, loved telling Vin stories of the men she had known
and the incredible things, she had done with them.
This was always on Friday night, it took some time to tell her stories accurately
and truthfully.
The other issue was that afterwards, Vin was so excited
he would screw her all night long. A lifetime logjam of sexual
pressure had been unleashed.
Kathy was the only woman he could have sex with,
or more accurately, sex that led to orgasm.
Kathy had her very own private male harem, they were both were esthetic
Kathy had that bond that the institution of marriage always promised
but did not delivered.
She had a man other women could not take from her.

Pre Lazarus, they would have been a faithfully, and happily monogamous
married couple.

As a Post Lazarus couple, they brought pleasure to others,

and accepted the pleasure of the moment.
They accepted this as being right and proper,
a thing totally separate from, not attached in any way
to their secret , private love.
 [ 16. Like an older brother ]

Vin slowly let go of his review of Kathy's sex life.

With anybody other than Kathy, he would not have accepted one word in ten.
Kathy Sweet Kathy, was using him as a confessor, he accepted
till events prove contrary, that she had been slowly, telling him
her life story truthfully.

Like a sleeping whale, rising for a breath, Vin felt for his surroundings.
He couldn't see.
Kathy's long blond hair was tickling his eyelids.
There wasn't much to hear around them, the large room was filled
with the human equivalent of white noise.
The sound many people make splashing together in a large indoor swimming pool.
He could smell, all men, who ever loved a woman, know that
unique smell, the smell of her and her alone.
Kathy's hair was covering his face, it also covered his nose.
He breathed in slowly, savoring her smell.
Since he could not see, that left feeling.
He could feel the party was continuing, the unending thrusting
went on, pounding away in Kathy's vagina.
He silently blessed the three vestal virgins.
Without their constant application of lubrication, he would have blisters.
Most of the men being a decent sort of fellows, were obviously
trying to avoid banging into him. There were enough sick fucks
in line to make the three virgins efforts necessary.

Like a sleeping whale with a lung full of air, and sensing no danger,
Vin sank slowly back in to the warm ocean of memories.

Most of Kathy's memories revolving around

a hotel with a high class bar in a Midwestern city.
Curious she had never revealed the name of the city.
___________________

Kathy had become the most regular of regulars, for over two years now
the Bartender kept people away from "her" table, he would place
a triangular reserved sign on it as the appointed hour approached.
The city bus she rode to a stop several blocks away, made her
very predictable.

There was a smile on her face, she was a woman now!

Her eighteenth birthday had been two days before.
Life was grand.

The Bartender, having become her de facto stepfather,

kept men away from "her" table any man who did not measure up
was shooed away.
Mostly with the standard line "She is the owner's daughter.."

The House Dick would approach and the man would back down.
In effect, the Bartender had selected all of Kathy's lovers
over the last couple of years.
She had never rejected any of his choices.
She looked up smiling, to see who tonight would be.

It was the House Dick.

He had never before come to her table.
"You are a big girl now."
Probably not the world's most perfect pickup line
but, as well as they know each other
"Do you come here often?" Would not have been appropriate

"Yes", she said in a very quiet voice decided not to carry

he looked at her, unblinkingly, she knew what he wanted.
She replied in an even lower voice, as there was good acoustics
in the triangle the room made around her tiny table.

"Two days ago, I am eighteen now."

he slowly sank down into the chair opposite her,
"Can I buy you a drink?"
She looked at him, she liked him, and she knew
she could say no, without giving offense, she would not be
thrown out of the bar, life would go on as before.

The problem was, he was a constant, not a variable.

She had only been having sex with men from out of town
she realized with sudden insight, the Bartender had been
doing this for her.
"Where you from?" bartenders asked the question
all the time.
Having sex with a "local" man changed the rules totally.

Kathy thought it over for a moment, as an underage girl

she had had one set of rules, now as a woman,
new cards were being dealt to her.

"Do you intend to get me drunk so you can take advantage

of me?"
"Is that what is required?"
"No." she said in a tiny voice. Piano bars, play music
with good reason, it makes it harder to eavesdrop.
If they played popular music, conversation would be impossible.
This is fine for the very young, who have nothing to say to each other.

"What is required?"
"That I not get you in trouble."
"You trust me?"
"Yes." no hesitation
"Then wait a couple of minutes, go through
the lobby door." he pointed with his chin
"Turn left. Go down the stairs,"
"I will be waiting."

It was a long three minute wait, she returned

the Bartender's smile, which was kindly
not a leering or cruel.
She returned the similar smile, on the face of
one of the other hotel security staff people.
She knew him fairly well, one of his regularly scheduled
duties was to cover for House Dick, during his lunch hour.
Kathy was legally a woman now, but she had much to learn
it did not register in her conscious mind, that it was
hours before, the regularly scheduled lunch break was due.

The agonizing three minutes had passed, she was through the
French doors, the grand lobby, with marble columns stood before her.
She did not see it. To her left nestled in the extreme corner
of the grand room, concealed behind furniture and plants,
was a wide circular staircase, it was not hidden, it was rather
merrily made not obvious. Kathy started down, her hand
sliding along the railing, as though she was afraid she might fall.

At the bottom, were all the things you would expect to see,
gift shop, barber shop, beauty salon, all closed and dark.
Down past, the commercial part the hallway narrowed,
a normal hotel hallway, with rooms on either side.
Almost at the end. A door had been propped open
held their by a rubber wedge, frustratingly the efforts of the
door close mechanism.
She's slipped past, as he waited, to recover the rubber wedge.

There was an awkward moment, as they embraced, and exchanged

their first fumbling kiss.
They were friends who had known each other for over two years,
but it did not know any of the little things.
Like, are you a nose left, or a nose right sort of person,
are you one of those vulgar people who will try to stick their
tongue down an esophagus.

They shared, this was unlike anything Kathy had ever

done before.
She did not have a brother, but if she did,
and had agreed to have sex with him, it would hold
this same type of electric feel.
He whispered in her ear.
"Do you have any idea what you have been doing to me,
as you leave the piano bar to follow some fellow to his room?"
"Oh." she said, it had never occurred to her that her actions
could affect others so profoundly.

"Is there any way I can make amends?" she deadpanned.

He did not reply, he had slowly undone her top, button.

Most of the men she encountered were so filled with excitement
they would have undone all the buttons in frantic haste,
like Young Studley from light years ago.
Kathy had grown to appreciate men, especially the ones
in men's bodies.
She reached over and undid his top button.
Silent auctions can be most fun.

Soon they were standing there admiring each other

he was wearing regular cotton boxers, the kind
you get at JCPenney's, his huge erection
holding the fabric out in front in a most notable way.

Kathy was standing there, tall and proud in panties and bra
they were not elegant things she would wear later in life
as her underwear had also come from a store in
a shopping mall, but it looked lovely nonetheless.

Looking down, she said

"My underwear looks nicer."
"Yes it does." "Why don't you reach over and
get mine out of our way"
No man had ever asked her to take is
underwear off for him, they had all more or less leapt out of them.

"It is my pleasure” she announced as she fumbled

with the elastic top, trying not to scratch him with her fingernails.
The unworthy garment was soon around his ankles,
he lifted one foot and then the other.

Kathy stood there, she enjoyed this part, men looking at her this way.
He shared the moment with her,
she turned around slowly, so he had access to the clasp
behind her. He had no trouble with the mechanism.
He pulled, her matching white cotton panties down
while he was there she did the one two step as well
and turned slowly to face him.
She expected him to nod his head so he could
kiss her nipples.
He surprised her, he held out his hand and waited
Kathy slid four of her long fingers into the offered
palm, the thumb close gently, as he led her to the
queen size bed.
Where he admired her breasts, as was required,
and gently kissed each nipple.
Kathy expected, gentle kissing, that rapidly
turned into French kissing.
He surprised her again, the kiss was brief.
He crawled backwards. The length of her
long slender body, and positioned himself
between her legs, Kathy had always lubricated
well, she was more than ready. But
he did not scoot forward as expected,
He began slowly lowering his face toward her
marvelous womanhood. Kathy had received
this marvelous blessing men can give, before.
But not nearly as often as she would have wished.

Her normal, visiting out-of-town businessman,

bereaving she must be some form of total slut,
did not wish for their tongue, to boldly go
where thousands of men had gone before.

She had never before encountered a man

who would take the time, and have the skills
to do this. He used his tongue, and his fingers
slowly and expertly. After the shortest
a momentary pauses, that went unnoticed by Kathy,
he began giving her enormous clitoris
an expert blow job, she gasped, orgasm,
bucking like a bronco. He stuck four fingers
into her as a handle, so she could not move around
and escape his attentions, contented
sucking on her clitoris, while being she
became almost frantic, to get a moment's relief
for her poor, throbbing love bud. No man has ever
done this to her before, when her clitoris
had become overly sensitized, and she cried out
they would stop.
This maniac was not stopping, this was mild
sexual torture.
" Oh please stop. I will do anything you ask" she gasped
realizing with considerable insight that she had
a speaking part in this drama.

He scooted up and took her completely

balls deep in one forward lunge.
Kathy was not an overly vocal girl, some women
provide the vocal effects for
"barbarians rape loot and pillage" on being penetrated.
The gasp she gave was deep and involuntary,
had the adjoining room been occupied, she would have been heard.

He was able to come twice, before duty called,

he had to return to work, there was a limit
to how long, his is good buddy would cover for him
without complaint.

They began a weird form of "going steady"

they never talked, exchanging stories and ideas
the way lovers do. But once a week,
they would meet in this very room, and screw
each other silly.
No more you do one button, and I'll do one button.
They would get out of their clothes as rapidly as possible
and immediately set to work, seeing how many orgasms
each could squeeze out of the other in their allotted
interval of time.
Foreplay for Kathy was slowly walking down the spiral staircase
sliding her fingers along the handrail.

[ 17. The pack acquires a new leader ]

Things went along happily for a month or more,

Kathy was to naïve to realize the situation was not
and never could be dynamically stable.
Good Buddy, covered for House Dick,
but who covered for him?
There was a ripple effect through the entire eight-man
security detail.
Once or twice, sure anything for a friend,
but you are fucking that beautiful blond silly
while we walk around with hadrons.
While there was no overt hints at blackmail
these men had known each other for a long time
and where all good friends.
Their wives were good friends.
The threat did not have to be made.
Kathy was lying in bed, he had had one orgasm,
she her usual three or four. House Dick
had slipped out of bed, mumbling something
about a glass of water. He soon
return to bed, but not to love making
he was on his back, next to her with
the covers pulled up around his chest.

Kathy had opened her mouth to make some

Ozzie and Harriet joke, her mouth remained open.
They were not alone, the door into
the adjoining room was wide open
hugely smiling men, were filing through it
taking up positions that made a semi circle
around their bad.
It was, what is usually described as
a pregnant moment. She knew these men,
knew them well, she had the entire
Grand Hotel guard force in her room.

She could tell from their hopeful smiles

what their fantasy was, but they lacked the courage
to take any kind of initiative.
Kathy was a lovely young lady, not a slut.
It was a Mexican standoff.
The moment dragged and became painful.

Kathy slowly lowered the covers, the eyeballs

in the room were riveted to her lovely breasts.
They stood there, unmoving.
Kathy never know what possessed her to say it,
sometimes a casual word, has life-changing implications.

"Well, either get in bed or handcuffed me."

An electric shutter ran through the room,
quick glances were exchanged, all cops
share an almost identical set of fantasies,
It is what defines them as cops.

They did a, cop style compromise, they did both,

Kathy was astounded by the speed and
lack of wasted motion in what followed.
Eight strongman had no trouble hoisting
her into the air, four pair of handcuffs,
seemed to appear out of thin air
She was handcuffed, spread eagle to the bed
before she had time even to question the
proprietary of the event.

There was no embarrassed hesitation now,

this was young boys undressing and racing
to the swimming hole.
"Last one is a ...."
Kathy could never remember clearly who
the last one in, was that night.

The regularly scheduled event continued as before

same room, same time, same station.

Kathy found she had a speaking part in this

new melodrama as well. As soon as she entered the room
her wrists were gently but firmly grasped.
"You're being arrested!" she never got around to asking
what for.
She had a speaking part in every cops ultimate fantasy.
A voice from the back of the room would always speak up.
"Strip and cavity search. The prisoner!"
her wrists and ankles were gently but firmly held,
so the prisoner could not escape, Kathy had learned
not to wear panties, on this night of the week.
A surgical glove was produced, KY was smoothed
over the knuckles, ever so gently, with four fingers
and part of a thumb her womanhood was expanded.
When it became obvious. The fist would not be a problem
it disappeared from sight, none of them ever
fist fucked her deeply, although anyone in the crowd
who felt the cavity search had not been conducted with
proper diligence, could step forward, without a glove
on his hand, and made sure, there were no switchblade knives
or bags of heroin concealed.
In years of trying they never able to find concealed contraband.

She was hoisted like a bag of potatoes and dumped

in the center of the bed, firm hands holding her
ankles and wrists continuously, it goes on your
permanent record, if you allow a prisoner to escape.

What followed was not slow passionate lovemaking.

The "prisoner interrogation" had to be conducted
rapidly so at least some of them could return to duty
before it became obvious the entire hotel guard force
was AWOL.
It usually took about forty five minutes, before the prisoner
was unshackled and ordered to stand up.

The first night created a problem

"I can't." she said.
"Why not?"
"I'll leak, bring me an ashtray."
The ashtray was provided and filled
to the amazement of the audience.

The basics retain, remained unchanged for some time

these were uncomplicated men. They did not
have constantly changing visions their basic
cop fantasy. The standard fantasy was just fine,
thank you very much.

The only noticeable event, was the week, when no ashtray

could be found, a hotel bathroom water glass was
presented to her, for consideration.
Kathy had learned a new trick from some visiting conventioneers.
If you are young and limber enough, it is possible to roll
far back onto your head, neck, and shoulders
with the elbows, providing the necessary upward thrust.
Gravity pulls at the internal organs as this is done
they normally primly closed, slit of a vaginal
opening rapidly morphs into a gaping pink tunnel.
A loud noise of eight men sucking air between their teeth
was followed by a profound silence, Kathy reached up
with one hand and inserted the water glass in to herself.
open part first.
It went in easily, in fact, it slid out of sight. There was
a collective gasp. Kathy lowered herself holding her thighs
together, her gaping pink orifice and the water glass
had both disappeared. Deadpanning the entire event
as though she did this every night preparing for bed.
She scooted over to the edge of the bed, and levered
herself upright on the floor. She performed a quick
vertical corkscrew motion, shake, reminiscent
of the one a wet dog makes.
Her pussy muscles had delivered the now upright
glass to the mouth of her vagina, she had but to
hold he fingers over herself in a parody of modesty,
she had of course turned to directly face the
semi circle before her.
As she gradually spread her thighs, the water glass
magically reappeared in her fingers.

The glass was about one third full of runny milkiness

undercooked tapioca. She held the glass aloft
in a parody on the motions of wine snobs, she had
observed.
"Lacks legs, not aged properly."
She sniffed, the glass.
"Not a great vintage, but an adequate one."
She had intended to set the glass on the
bedside table.

She never knew what came over her that night

she had never swallowed cum before,
had always passed the opportunity up.
In the quick motion, movement, used to drink
a straight shot of tequila, she tossed the entire contents
into her mouth, raising her face vertically
she gave one convulsive swallow, and the deed
was done.
She turned away to hide her expression.
She was fearful the contents of the glass
might return, explosively.
Her body did not betray her, she was able to turn slowly
with her usual Mona Lisa, shy smile.

"You guys need to drink less beer, and take more vitamins."
she declared sweetly. The silence in the room was profound.
No one moved, no one seemed capable of movement.

"Which one of you guys can hold my panties, while I

get into them?"

These men had obviously not studied how to

dress, naked women at the police academy.
But any deficiencies in technique, were overcome
by enthusiasm.

There was a subtle difference. The following week.

it took Kathy, a couple of weeks to put her finger
on what the change was, it was subtle and hard
to observe.
Packs of wolves are sometimes lead by the alpha female.
This pact had a new leader now.
They still worked for the Grand Hotel,
but they had a new leader now, who could lead
them to the ends of the earth, and they would follow willingly.
An eighteen-year-old girl, now led a pack of men
who would gladly dive on a hand grenade for her.
___________________

Vin had always loved Cathy's weekly arrest

and cavity search story.
Would she consent to taking their next vacation at this Grand Hotel?
It was a dangerous request to make, if she could not produce
her Grand Hotel, their relationship would continue
on as before, in a slightly eviscerated fashion.
Kathy with a nod and a wink could have
indicated her stories, were made up
to give Vin a huge erection.
But she had passed them on as a true recollection of her former life.
If she would lie about anything so fundamental,
she could never be trusted.

Vin returned to his erotic memories, of Kathy

revealing her former life.
She was continuing to pull the train, he had to
figure some way to call a halt to this,
he could feel the incredible fatigue, seeping
into her body. He was fearful she would
fuck herself to death trying to exercise her
inner demon.
___________________

Kathy had saved the best for last,

not because it was best, but because she had
obviously, loved Walter deeply.
Vin held her tenderly as she covered his
chest with a wet tears as she told him
about the owner of the Grand Hotel.

[ 18. Walter ]

Walter owned a hotel, a Grand Hotel.

He was actually a minority stockholder, but his business
partners were interested in money, not hotels.
As long as profits remained adequate. It was his hotel.

It was a miracle, Walter had never been busted for

sexual harassment. He had, had sex with the majority
of his female employees.
Perhaps he had escaped because it was not sexual harassment.
The propositions were genteel, and easy to decline.
No women who said no was ever punished, no women, who said
yes, was ever rewarded.
Walter viewed his Grand Hotel, as someone might view a privately owned
singles bar.
His wife of forty years, tolerated his behavior
she knew the type of man he was before she married him.
She loved him deeply. Walter well into his 80s,
maintained a youthful vigor, that was powered by
sexual energy.

Walter had been aware of Kathy, almost from the first

moment a shy, gangling, sixteen-year-old had crept into
his piano bar.
Any other piano bar in the nation would have politely excluded her,
but Walter ran this place, a little of his soul had soaked
and to the carpets and furniture, a fair part
of his soul was inside every employee.

Walter might be a textbook sex maniac,

but it was not stupid. He realized his weakness
had the power to destroy him, to take his beloved
Hotel away from him.

He participated in Linnie's great lie, he made sure

he was overheard saying
"Any young lady, that tall, must be at least 23."

He watched in quiet appreciation, as the young

duckling, grew into a graceful swan.

He shared House Dicks, empathic ability

to ignore the great lie.
He watched as House Dick helped her celebrate her
eighteenth birthday.

There was not another hotel in the nation that

would not have given the man his termination papers.

Walter watched it all with enjoyment, 80-year-old men

of necessity must enjoy sex, as an observer.
He was content to let House Dick act as
his surrogate.

There were practical matters as well, he could

march into the piano bar, the Bartender would not object
he could sit at her table, she would agree
to the liaison.
Not because he had the power to force her.
Walter felt he understood the young lady.
Some people could not be bought.
He had spent almost 70 years, attempting to
understand women.
The young lady in the piano bar was looking
for love, not sex. His worn-out old body, would not
revolt her.
She would open her arms to his offer of love.
It was more than mere luck, that kept Walter
from harassment lawsuits.
He did not harass women.
To sit at the Kathy's table would be harassment.

But when the entire guard force began

sharing her affections, something clearly had to be done.
Were these simple men actually stupid enough
to believe he did not notice.
Cuckold in his own hotel!

Kathy had been a nodding acquaintance of Walters

for years.
All regulars knew the owner by sight.
It startled her the first time, he used her name.
How could he know? Kathy was always cautious
careful not to offend, realizing fully, she would be
expelled immediately if anyone ever suspected.

As he obviously enjoyed her company, he began

lingering for longer moments, during their chance
encounters. Kathy was not genetically equipped
to deliberately offend anyone.
Kathy did not take note, however, the chance encounters
increased in frequency.
Walter was always there accidentally, any time Kathy had
crossed, the elegant lobby.
Walter took secret pleasure, the subtle Oriental torture.
Some out-of-town business schmuck was trembling in
his room waiting for Kathy's arrival, while he delayed her
in the grand lobby.
He had long ago, developed the ability to spot
them as they scurried across his lobby.
He had three minutes to maneuver into possession
before Kathy, would emerge from the piano bar.

They had lunch.

They had dinner.
They had sex, no, that's wrong, they made love.

Walter was a tiny sparrow of a man, slightly bent with age.

His ability to judge the character of women, was not imagined.
Kathy did not seem even to notice, what other women
would label inadequacies.
The painful truth was, all men were inadequate for Kathy,
just as he was inadequate for all women.
All of this was irrelevant, love was what they both
were searching for.

Observers from a distance, and there were many, saw a

first-class gold digger, striking a mining claim.

Those who knew Walter well, and there were many, saw the
truth before Walter did.
He had fallen in love.
His wife was the only other woman he had ever loved.
His love for Kathy did not diminish his love for his wife, in any way,
it added to it.
He loved them both, and on a certain level of the universe,
accessible only to women, they both knew it.
They made love in the penthouse suite, Walter was
businessman enough, to make sure there were
never scheduling conflicts with visiting dignitaries.
He would shamelessly march up to the main desk
and ask for the enormous, antique, mechanical key
needed to open the massive wall nut double doors.

Walter did not monopolize Kathy's time, that would have been
sexual harassment, besides he loved watching
Kathy, crossing his lobby with more grace
than any overpaid runway model.
Once she realized she was not speaking past,
and deceiving, an old man, there was
a subtle change to her stride.
Nothing offensive mind you, nothing in poor taste.
It added to the prestige of the Grand Hotel
that it was home to women, who could walk like that.

Walter made up for any possible physical limitations,

in other ways.
He had a genuine, black leather doctors bag, and he made house calls.
He had the most incredible things in his doctors bag.
Something new and different every week.
If some item could not be folded into a doctors bag
he had a golf bag, with wheels.

Kathy had heard her mother used the term Foley catheter,
Kathy had no idea! Clearly, there were things her mother
was withholding from her.

Walter was slowly, patiently

showing Kathy, a world she did not even dream existed.

After about a year or so, Kathy arrived on time

to find Walter was not there, a muffled voice
through the door instructed her to get in bed with out him.
Kathy was naked, and between the sheets in a moment.

Kathy thought her heart would stop. Walter dear

lovely Walter had gone blind, he was wearing
welders goggles, and holding onto the handle
of a seeing eye dog.
"Go find her boy." he instructed the animal, as
they wobbled across the room, and sat down
on the bed.

"Kathy, where are you, oh!, there you are."

Kathy had crawled across the enormous bed
and was hugging him, he felt her damp tears
wetting the back of his shirt.

"I am afraid our sex life is over, as I related to things visually.."

Kathy had never considered the issue of, how do
blind people relate sexually. How can you
be a "tits and ass" man if you can't see tits and ass?

"Walter is there anything I can do?"

"No, it's hopeless."
"Walter nothings ever hopeless."
"You are a proper young lady, there are things that no
civilized man could ever ask of you."
"Don't be silly, Walter, what sort of things have we been doing for the last year?"
"Well, alright as long as you never tell anyone as long as I live."
"Of course, Walter, you have my word." (she kept her word)
"What can I do."
"Well you can tell me what you are doing as you do it."
"Where is your doctors bag?"
"Kathy. I can't find things like that anymore ."
"Oh, Walter!"
"Yes, I can only find things my dog is trained to find."
"I will miss him greatly, I wish we could have had more time together."
"Your dog is dying?"
"Oh yes, I'm surprised more people don't speak about it, perhaps because it is so painful."
"Painful?"
"Oh yes, they have no sexual outlet, their prostate slowly fills, and ruptures."
"Oh Walter, isn't there any way?"
"Well, some incredibly lucky dogs, have a sighted person, who cares enough."
"I don't understand?"
"They are animals, they cannot masturbate, they can only have sex."
"Tell me what I must do."
"Kathy, my lovely Kathy, how could I possibly possess such knowledge."
"It is you who must tell me."
"Well, he seems friendly enough."
"Of course, there is no such thing as a vicious seeing-eye dog."
"Let him smelled you."
Kathy misunderstood
"Oh, oh!, he licked me! He is still licking me!"
"Good, encourage him!"
moans and groans
"Are you all right Kathy? He is not hurting you?"
" mm mm, no, he is, ugh, he is not hurting me."
"I am so glad. Does he have an erection?"
Pause, sound of shuffling
"mm, no he does not seem to."
"ugh, too bad, I had hoped we could save him."
"But don't bitch.. , er female dogs, manage."
"They have a unique pheromone, there is no hope."
"There is always hope."
"How I could possibly suggest."
"Walter!"
"You must reach down with your hand."
"Okay."
"It's bright red, is that normal?"
"I have no way of knowing, it's hard to remember red."
"Okay, he seems ready enough now, what do I do?"
"You must give him an orgasm."
"Well, if I get on my hands and knees?"
"Kathy, you know, I cannot ask you to do this."
"Okay, he is on top of me, he is starting to..."
"Oh! Oh!, my god!"
"Kathy are you all right?"
"Kathy?"
"Kathy, speak to me!"
"He is large! He is holding me."
"Kathy. I can't see!!"
"He is fucking me from behind!"
"Fucking me rapidly, he is starting to...."
"Oh, oh, too much!"
"Too much?"
"Yes! He is swelling terribly inside me!"
"Are you enjoying it, I will die if I have forced you to ...."
"Please tell me you are enjoying it!"
"Yes, I am enjoying it, his front paws are scratching me."
"His huge swelling, was painful, but it's okay now."
Kathy forgot Walter for a while, his obvious instruction
that she should enjoy herself was a sure sign of his love
for her.
She was so glad she had been able to talk him into this.
The poor dog would have died without her insistence!

Kathy gave an enormous squawk like a seagull,

as she felt the enormous red canine balloon
being pulled out of her. She and the animal
were no longer welded together.
She looked over her shoulder it was Walter,
he had lost his welding goggles,
He was sporting his best erection, as he mounted her from behind
taking the animals place.

[ 19. Walter exits left of stage ]

The next week, Walter, his eyesight miraculously restored

had a small snake, in a ventilated box, concealed in his
elegant doctors bag.
Kathy looked at it suspiciously, her trust of Walter
had not fully recovered. (It never would)
"It is a special breed of small snake."
"They do not bite."
with a little encouragement and tender kisses
Kathy agreed to assume, what she thought of
as the "doctors bag position" she was on the floor
her weight supported by her head, neck, and shoulders.
Her knees, folded over the top of the mattress,
Walter had told her this was called "gaping"
she wished she could see, Walter sometimes
brought a mirror.

The small snake was dumped in, Walter covered

the opening, so the animal could not escape.
Kathy's body heat, warmed up the reptile
and it became more active.
As though he had gone blind again, Walter
insisted on a play-by-play announcement
of the game.
It was obvious he had not lied about snake
not biting, or he would not have invaded
the reptile's lair, with his stiff penis.

Several weeks went by without anymore

living sex toys.

Walter was like a twelve-year-old boy with a secret.

He was practically quivering.
Kathy's saw the golf bag against the wall,
toys that would not fit into a doctors bag fascinated her
more than toys that would.
It was an expensive looking, cat box kind of thing,
obviously holding something that needed air to breathe.
Walter opened one end, tilted the container
nearly upright and shook it. Nothing happened.
He shook the container more vigorously. Nothing happened.
Finally, a triangular head, began emerging from the lower end
of the expensive container. A forked tongue emerged,
the reptile must have liked what it taste/smelled.
With no shaking necessary it dropped onto the bed.

"What?" She said, staring at the new arrival.

"It is a type of South American constrictor."

they are nonpoisonous, and most do not bite.

Kathy heard the word "most" loud and clear

"Of all of the non-aggressive species.
This one is the most docile occasionally, you can find one over a yard long."
being Walter, he would never consider buying a lesser snake.

Walters possessed world-class charm and sales skills.

He needed them that night.

Kathy allowed herself one period a year, believing

that chemically suppressing them totally, was not healthy.
Her counting abilities were close but not exact,
she was timing her period to start the day after,
fearing Walter might be revolted.
(Kathy still had much to learn about men.)

Regretting allowing herself to be talked into this,

she was looking upward as Walter coaxed
the animal toward its target.
The tongue flicking increased in frequency,
it taste/smelled something in liked,
Walter, knowing nothing of snakes
thought he could force the animal.
The tiny reptilian brain finished processing, and moved forward,
had the snake hesitated, a fraction of a second more,
Kathy would have jumped and run.

As the triangular head began to push her lips apart,

she shuddered violently, the snake liked the shudder
and began to advance.
A properly squeezed rat gave the same shutter.
It was drawn to Kathy's menstrual flow,
navigating well in the darkness the head positioned
itself perfectly, the tongue extended, there was enough,
cervical dilation, for the forked tongue,
it began to slowly invade Kathy's womb.
The reptile was seeking salt, and had found a source.

Walter feared Kathy had gone into convulsions.

The animal having satisfied its mineral needs

for the moment began backing out.
Walter tried pushing, on the snake.
It had a mind of its own, not much of a mind
but sufficient for its purposes.
There was an interspecies failure to communicate.

With Kathy, spread eagle on the mattress

they tried again, the animal consented to having
is blunt tale inserted partway into Kathy's vagina,
the tale was almost as blunt as the head.
It was Kathy's body heat that made this possible,
the snake, began to enter Kathy, in ever larger amounts.
The air-conditioned room was too cold for the
cold-blooded creature, it began to enter Kathy's body
with single-minded determination.

Kathy had been fisted, with arms the diameter of this snake.
But never like this, the snake moved inside her, by
trading length for width, swelling as though it had
swallowed a Chihuahua, in one part of her vagina,
while simultaneously elsewhere, the snake was
trading width for length, as it hunched itself into her body.
The result was universal motion, constantly swelling,
contracting, moving, pulling, twisting, squeezing, tugging,
everywhere at once motion.
The result was literally indescribable.
The snake did not give up easily, it wanted in out of cold.
When in became impossible to hunch in further.
It stopped and began to luxuriate, in the beautiful
spreading warmth.
The snake had found a home.

Part way through this process, for the only time

in her life Kathy lost control and urinated onto
an expensive mattress.

Kathy's mother tried to pick a fight with her daughter

over the issue of the giant expensive fish tank
aquarium that had mysteriously appeared
in her daughter's bedroom, complete with
and obviously expensive reptile inside.
A fish tank her daughter could not possibly have
"Won in a contest."

Her headstrong daughter had planted all four hooves,

laid her ears back, bared her teeth and refused to budge.

The expensive thermostatically controlled

reptile tank, was in her daughter's room to stay.

Kathy's relationship with Walter continued normally

for several more months. If you are enlightened enough
to characterize such a relationship as "normal".

Kathy, new the moment she stepped through

her side door entrance into the piano bar.
The Bartender was unable to look up,
Hotel Dick would not make eye contact.
Her subconscious noted the black armbands.

She fled into the lobby. The atmosphere was

as crushing as a seven mile vertical column
of cold seawater.
Only a small number of tourists milled about, totally oblivious.

All employees were wearing black armbands.

It was Kathy's turn, she could not make
eye contact, with the concierge.

Kathy walked to the main desk, and

held out her hand without a word.
She was handed a black arm band.
The concierge silently attached
the black velvet band to her arm.

Kathy did not notice the silver haired

elegantly dressed women sitting
ten feet away, looking at her strangely.
The woman's eyes followed her
all the way to the piano bar's French doors.

Kathy sat alone at her table, no one approached.

It was fortunate no one tried, the Bartender
would have vaulted the marble bar top
with his shillelagh in hand, and snapped
their collarbone.

Kathy had no memory of the rest

of the evening or her cab ride home.
She found herself in her room with
a snake, she had named Honey Bun.

Honey Bun had wrapped itself around

her shoulders like a feather boa.
Kathy stroked Honey Buns head.
She was convinced the snake was
sharing the grief with her.
Perhaps it was the shaking movements
her shoulders made as she cried.

As bad luck would have it, her mother

was home and answered the door.
It was an immaculately attired shoffer,
a pre-64 pristine Rolls-Royce
was visible curbside behind him.

"Madam, I am here to pick up Lady Kathy

her immediate presence is required."
"Why?"
"I was not informed Madam. Merely that
it was a matter of some urgency."
"Kathy!"
Kathy peered past her mother, who is standing
in the middle of the doorway, blocking entry
and exit.
" Charles. Give me a minute to get dressed."
Kay was stunned, she had long ago accepted
the undeniable fact, her daughter had become
a high dollar call girl.
The sort of person who screws senators,
she was secretly glad someone was able to screw them.
But to be on a first name basis with a shoffer
who comfortably wearers three thousand dollar
tailor-made uniforms!
Kathy turned sideways, dressed in a Chanel Suit
her mother had never seen before, and squeezed
past.
"We need to talk."
"Obviously." Kathy replied
She walked to the door being held open for her.
She folded herself into the seat, her knees together modestly,
her long legs, rotated, smoothly into
the dark interior, after a polite, interval
the door closed, and the car glided away.
Neighbors had gathered standing on their front lawns.

Kay retreated into her home, to lick her wounds.

Long ago, she had heard the story about a country
boy who, upon finding an owls nest, had stolen one of the
eggs, holding it close to his body, so it would not
fatally chill.
He then placed the warm owls egg into a clutch of eggs a hen was brooding.

Kay felt an almost painful flash of empathy for the hen.

Kathy had only been in Walter's office once before.

They both tried to keep separate, things separate.
In typical Walter fashion his office was smaller
than the general managers.

A silver haired elegant matronly lady was sitting

behind Walter's desk.
There could be no doubt as to her identity.
Kathy slide into the center chair without being invited.

This was going to be most unpleasant.

She braced herself for the coming ordeal.
She would not lie, screw 'em, she had no assets
they couldn't even sue her!

"You knew Walter well."

"Yes."
"Your were friends."
Kathy answered, the true question, truthfully."
'Yes."
"He loved you?"
"Yes" a slight pause
"Probably not as much as he loved you."
"He discussed me with you!?"
"No, he never mentioned you."
"How? .."
Kathy interrupted
"If he didn't love you, he would have."
A long pause.
She could see the attraction her Walter
had to this long legged, blond.

"As well as you knew him, do you think such a man as

he, would want to die, without a woman such as yourself
throwing flowers in to his grave."
Kathy misunderstood,
"I was planning on attending later in the afternoon."
"I could post a guard."
"It might be best not to use the hotel guard staff."
The elegant lady behind the desk belly laughed,
in most un-matronly fashion.
She was filled with secret joy, and a tiny touch of envy.
Her Walter had been able spend time with such a lovely lady.

"You misunderstand, you are to stand beside me."

"As long as I am not expected to throw more than

a single rose, i agree."
"Do you have a color preference?"
"Certainly, a single red rose."
a pause
"For you, and a single white rose for me."
The lady blinked.
Not ten women a year
like this incredible young woman
were born on the entire planet.

"Had Walter lived we would have become friends."

"Yes." a pause
"How?"
"Coronary"
"If he had taken greater care to avoid stressful situations
he might still be alive."
Good God, this young lady had a sense of honor made of steel.
She was freely admitting she may have
screwed the man they both loved to death.
Seeing the strange light in the woman's eyes
Kathy misunderstood.
"He was with you when?"
"Oh goodness, no."
A pause
"It was a gift. I regret I was unable to give him."
The unspoken truth hanging in the air between them,
Walter would not have wanted to go any other way.
"No, he was beside me, he was cold when i
reached for him in the morning.
And so it was done.
The society column, wags, had never before restrained
plunging their social daggers between any
chinks in the armor presented to them.
No mention was made of Kathy's special relationship with Walter.
She was introduced as, and referred to as,
"A friend of the family." which clearly she was,
as Walter's, widow treated her as the lovely grand daughter
returned from college, to share the grief.

[ 20. A mother daughter act ]

Kathy's mother's schedule, as always, caused a problem.

She was off, gone to work.

Kathy had to wait until the following day for their

previously scheduled mother-daughter fight.

"I will not have some slut whore of a daughter

under my roof."
"Fine. I'll move, it takes two or three days
to schedule movers, if you want me out faster
I will have to call in some favors."

"People like Charles?"

"Mother! I hardly know him, he is a servant."

Kay, who had good reason to fear strong drink,

had a sudden thirst for a water glass of whiskey.

Kathy saw the look.

"Mother come with me next Saturday, I will buy you a drink,
lunch, and I will show you as much of my world
as I can."

Had her daughter pulled a baseball bat out from beneath

the cheap sofa cushions and struck her with it,
she would have been no less stunned.
She stammered slightly.

"Well, er, ah, yes. I would like that very much."

"Please wear your blue outfit you look good in it."
Kathy's mother was not slow witted, Kathy's
one hundred fifty IQ, had not come to her out of thin air.
Her blue outfit was her only decent looking outfit.

Kay, would have submitted to being pulled apart

by teams of horses, before she would admit
how much she had been looking forward to Saturday.
Her coworkers assumed she had finally got a date
with a hunk.

Kay drove them, Kathy had never learned to drive,

she never would.

Their first stop was an elegant dress shop, hidden away

beneath a modest sign. The clerk looked up and smiled
Kay would have sworn the young ladies mouth was forming
the word Kathy. A brief flicker of the eyes, and she said
I'll be right back, a white lie. She did not come back.
The owner of the shop, hurried out to take her place.
They same eye flicker, acting as though she did not recognize Kathy

She asked.
"How may I help you ladies today?"
"We need a jacket, one that is ..."
she hesitated a moment.
"Suitable for the season." she finished brightly.
"A camels hair perhaps?"
Kay had no idea they make clothing out of camels.
An elegant tan wool jacket was presented for consideration.
There was some discussion.
"Linen?"
"Yes I agree, better for later in the year."
Kay was treated as an animated tailor mannequin.
She was hearing words, like drape and cut.
She and other Rn's regularly talked over
peoples head in medical code.
Now, it was being done to her.
Drape was apparently fabric hanging off of
her hips, too much and you look like a hippo,
too little, you look like a boy, the cut was apparently
the gap in the center, no gap and you look like
you have no butt. Too much and you look like
you should be in a bowling alley.

With great efficiency Kay found herself wearing

the most elegant jacket she had ever seen.
The owner was protesting, if only they could give
her a little time, even from a house like this
off the rack could never be perfect,
could they possibly bring it back later?
Apparently, jackets like this came from "houses"
not factories.
Kay was standing well away admiring a raincoat
called a Burberry, where she could watch
without being obvious. It was done low and
behind the counter, discretely. Her daughter
rapidly counted out. Hundred dollar bills
with the speed and precision of a Las Vegas
twenty one dealer.
One remaining detail, more those fast
eye movements, she had noticed accompanying
the mental decision to act as though they did
not know her daughter.

"Yes, we would pleased, to keep the older jacket

for your return."

Back at on the sidewalk Kathy looked left

and right, up and down the block. Not seeing
what pleased her, she looked directly across the street.
It was one of those grand old hotels, that survived
for centuries in the hands of special hotel owners
who maintain them like old Dusenberg's, which were probably
parked in front on the day the building opened for business.

"Ah!"
"I have heard, they have an elegant rooftop restaurant there."
They jay walked across the street, no on menaced them.
Run down two ladies dressed like that, and their lawyers
will wear your balls for bow ties

It was dress shop, Déjà vu all over again.

The doorman, everyone they encountered
a rapid eye click, in her direction, followed by
refusing to acknowledge that he had
started to open his mouth in order to
say. "Kathy!"

There was only one woman on the planet

Kay could be. The long face, large eyes
a long nose, if placed on any other face,
would have been unattractive.
And the mouth there was an older woman
walking around with Kathy's mouth.
From half a block away. It was obvious
Kathy was strolling beside her mother.

The Arabic word for garden, and for heaven

is the same word. They was in an
elegant rooftop Garden Restaurant.

Kay had started toward the red velvet rope

where tourists lined up for their opportunity.
Kay realized her daughter was no longer
at her side, being separation caused the
smiling maître d' to get the K part
of Kathy out before the rapid eye click

"Ladies I have a table available, toward the back

perhaps?"
Kathy followed the man, with Kay following her.
The chair in superior position, facing the entrance
was held out for her daughter, the inferior chair
placing her back to the entrance way, was held out
for Kathy's mother.

The negotiations began

"I think I will have chicken salad, and raspberry tea."
they both know, ultimately, Kay would have
exactly the same thing.
"The veal? , yes of course it is excellent
a European style sauce, make sure you request
a bed of wild rice, they have a contract with some
Indian tribe somewhere, that picks it and ships it directly here.
"Seafood salad? Of course very good. The lobster
is of course langosta , if you really must have Maine lobster
they have it on the menu downstairs it would entail
a considerable delay. Do you want me to ask them how long? "
"Rockford salad dressing!?, why don't you just go with the
crepe St. jock?"

A giant high dollar poker tournament, to be caught on camera

with a busted flush for the whole world to see.
Kathy tossed her menu in, indicating she was out
of the poker tournament.
She knew this would bring the maître d' scurrying,
he had taken over, reducing the regular waiter
to busboy status.
Nothing happened, she waited, nothing happened.

Kay thought she saw an imperceptible, movement

of daughter's little finger.
God, she was going paranoid!

The head waiter appeared instantly.

"Have we decided?" he declared brightly
"I'll have the chicken salad, and the
raspberry herbal iced tea."
"Excellent, and you Madame?"
"The same."
A Prussian snap military bow that stopped
just short of a heel click.

"Do you come here often?" Her mother deadpanned

"Sometimes, they're not open for dinner."
Good lord and Little Green fishes, her daughter
had the menu memorized, and the staff
obviously addressed her as Kathy!

"Kathy about the money, you used

to purchase the coat, do men pay you?"

"It has happened, I certainly never ask him to."

"I could tell them my mother is in the hospital."
She said with a straight face.
"But if I was obvious about it, the hotel would not tolerate me."
"But then, how do you get all the money?"
"Oh, it's not that much, four thousand a month or so ."
Her mother came very close to letting her mouth fall open.
"And you'd never ask?"
"No, never, I thought my heart would stop the first time
I found $100 bill in my handbag."
"There was no possible way I could return it."
For the first time Kay noticed the elegant Italian
leather purse, that looked like it belonged, where it was
next to her daughters, slender wrist.
"I could get a cheaper handbag, but the ethics of that
would be the equivalent of telling them mom is in a hospital."

"I see" she said, surrendering to the unavoidable conclusion

she never would.

The meal was excellent, at its conclusion, Kay

was troubled Kathy had forgotten to pay.
She scurried up and whispered in her daughters ear.
"Oh, I have a tab." she replied, absently.

If Kay thought the trip through the grand lobby

was paranoia inducing, with a dreadful. eye
motion, from mother to daughter. Always in that order.
It was nothing compared to the elegant
piano bar.
The piano player stopped what he was planning,
he nodded in Kathy's direction, and began playing a lovely tune,
that made her daughter smile.

There was only one man sitting at the bar, and he gave them
the same inscrutable look as a Bartender.

"Kathy, that table is reserved"

"Yes."
Kay tried a minor version of the, do you have the entire
menu memorized scam.
She did.
She knew the attributes of every
bottle of liquor, standing at the bar back.
Her alcoholic ex-husband did not possess
one percent of this knowledge.

She waved a mental white flag,

"What do you suggest?"
"Allow me to surprise you."
The briefest of nods to the Bartender.
The piano bar did not have a cocktail waitress.

"Mm mm, this is incredible, does it have a name?"

"Chambord Alfonso."
"Never heard of it."
Kathy did not reply to the observation.
Finishing the two drinks, in their tiny
parody of a martini glass did not take long.

"Mother will you allow me to buy you a gift?"

Her daughter had already treated her to
having her hair and nails done, and elegant
coat, a marvelous meal, and a drink."

She was learning. However, lack of intelligence

and lack of knowledge are separate things,
"If you want to."
She did not know if she would ever get used to
the paranoia inducing knowing glances surrounding her.
The hotel concierge was impossible to avoid.
He had the same facial expression
as the Bartender, a proud biological father
unable to acknowledge the relationship
to the young lady he knows is his daughter.

"How may I be of service?"

"Does the gift shop still have the ladies
fingernail scissors, made from Swedish steel?"
"They may have discontinued those,
perhaps the Solingen German brand we carry
could be substituted?" He said hopefully

"Thank you."

Kay had no idea anyone made such a fine collection

of small scissors, designed to help a lady maintain
her fingernails.

Who was teaching her daughter these things?

They began having lunch together once every

third week.

Kathy's life returned to its normal rhythm

there was a small ache in her heart
where Walter had been, but life went on.
___________________

It had taken Kathy some time to tell

Vin about Walter.
Telling him about Honey Bun was in some way is
more difficult, self mutilation amongst Dutch painters,
might be tolerated, but it is a sure sign
of insanity amongst young ladies.
 [ 21. Honey Bun ]

With Walter gone, she had no soul mate.

The random businessmen still scratched
a psychological itch, and she would not reach
She would not miss her weekly "arrest" for anything,
but in spite of that, she felt lonely.

Honey Bun, never caused problems,

his wants and needs were simple,
food and warm.
Though it was more of a problem for
Sweet Kathy then one might think.
She had to give her snake "feeders"
small scruffy rats, she had to
deliver in Caligula like fashion
to a horrible fate.
She usually put the feeders in
as she was about to leave, they would
disappear in her absence.
The other problem was her mother
could not afford to heat the house properly.
Honey Bun, faced lifetime incarceration
his expensive, habitat was one
of only two places in the house
with the necessary warmth.

Kathy was the second source,

if her cheap reclining chair had been
a more expensive model with built in warmer
her life my have turned out differently.
She would lie naked in the cheap recliner
Honey Bun curled up on her abdomen
with a towel over him to conserve his warmth.
They would watch TV and do homework
together.
She resisted fucking the snake, strange things
in a hotel could be denied as false memory.
But non-insane young ladies did not lie on their backs
in their mother's home, and let snakes fuck them.

Honey Bun, was needful, engrossed in her

biology textbook, Kathy became aware
of what the reptile was doing with his tail.
She moved her knees farther apart.

This became the new modus operandi,

attractive, young lady was in the
supine position, with half a yard
of snake, hanging out of her
lovely body like a donkey penis.
The faux donkey organ, was stretched out
between her long lovely legs, reaching
to her knees. She held her legs, together
so as to conserve the heat, her friend
needed.

It was another situation lacking dynamic stability.

Any orthodontist will tell you, given time and constant pressure
bone itself gives way.
Honey Bun withheld as much of himself
as he could, from the better source of warmth,

Like moving crooked teeth, the results

required time lapse photography to become obvious.

Kathy had started out, being larger internally

then most any man alive. Gradually without her awareness
she became larger internally, than most any woman alive.

The magnitude of the situation became apparent

without warning.
Honey Bun, had formed himself, in to an enormous
candy cane The hook end was deep inside Kathy
much closer to her tonsils, then her knees.
Honey Bun had folded himself, she now had the equivalent
of two snakes, deep inside her, it was beyond uncomfortable
it stopped just short of agony. Any thoughts
of dialing 911 were thrust aside, better to die,
than to arrive at her mother's hospital in this condition.
There was a large economy bottle of
baby lotion, she could just barely reach, perhaps
it saved her life, it certainly changed her life.
In a wobbly and imperfect parody of Walters
"assume a position" she was able to pour
the contents of the bottle into herself.

Honey Bun wiggled, snakes in their own way

are very fussy about their skins, this oily fluid
was not suited to an upscale snake like himself.
But the growing pool at the tail end was another matter
it facilitated movement in such an impossibly small
and tight place, the tail tale oozed imperceptibly forward
allowing Honey Bun to hunch back a millimeter
more into the perfect warmth.
Kathy watched in horror as they impossible thing
occurred before her unbelieving eyes, she was
partially propped up on her elbows to keep
the life-saving oil trapped in her body.

A gigantic yard long, fat as your forearm

snake disappearing incrementally into her body.
There was nothing she could do to stop it
her fate was sealed, she would die screaming
like one of Caligula's victims, in his
lethal sex circus.

The snake did not disappear, and she did not die.
The process halted as a blunt tail began
protruding from her insanely dilated
womanhood.
It took the reptile a short interval, to
process the data, further progress backward
would move the head inside, but the tail
would be forced out into the cold air.
A centimeters movements in both directions
verified, the optimal point has been reached.

Kathy with able to grab some old clothes

to hold the beneath herself, to catch
the liquid as it drained out. Feeling considerable
relief at the light color, she was not hemorrhaging to death
as Caligula looked down and laughed.

No she was safely in her mother's home, a minor problem,

looking to be five months pregnant, with a reptile head
protruding from her body.
A truly twisted sense of humor does not grow in a vacuum
like weightlifting, it requires constant exercise.

"If I put a robe on, I can order pizza delivery,

I'll shuffled to the door, when the doorbell rings"
"You are not funny.”, a distant part of her brain observed.

She pulled a blanket over the new created

human/Honey Bun symbiotic life form.
In time, the horrible cramping, began to subside.

Of course, she dreamed a well endowed, highly desirable

man was squatting between her legs about to penetrate her.
He glanced down at her womanhood, his smile of lust
slowly fading to revulsion in disgust, he walked away
laughing uproariously, he did not glanced back.

The dream had been triggered by Honey Buns

movement, he was tired of visiting, and wanted
to go home and sleep in his own bed.
Kathy was shaking with fatigue and happiness
as she deposited the oily reptile back into his
fish tank home.

Kathy was able to find in the garage, a choke chain

and a dog lead, from an almost forgotten worthless
backyard dog from years before.
She was able to secure Honey Bun to the arm
of her chair so he did not maneuver himself
into his Caligula position again.

Things return to normal for three weeks or so,

Kathy had found a mostly full slightly
dusty tube of KY, that had somehow survived
from years ago, when her mother had a sex life.
She began slowly and deliberately working
the clear gel over her snake, unconsciously
using hand motions that drove visiting businessmen
mad.

Less cramping, less pain, less bleeding afterwards.

Two weeks later, the desire return a need

for some "hurt me, make me bleed" sex
Her eight praetorian guards, promised this kind of sex
but never delivered.

She began keeping several unopened tubes of KY on hand.

A new stable condition, slowly emerged, there came a day

when Honey Bun and her would join every evening.
Sleeping in the recliner, was cold and uncomfortable.
She remembered vividly, the first night, she slept soundly
all night, her and Honey Bun, joined into a single
hybrid organism. She had accepted her fate,
she was not destined to marry or have children,
she was a circus sideshow freak.
She could deceive, men like her endless stream
of visiting businessmen, they did not have
the time and opportunity, a husband would have
to discover her secret.
___________________

Kathy waited until an appropriate Friday

to share her last deepest and darkest
secret with Vin. She was not terribly concerned
he would reject her, he was a fellow circus
sideshow freak. Carnies look after each other.
Her desperate need was to show Vin
she had not been born a twisted carnival freak.
It was self mutilation, like that Dutch painter
who cut off one of his own ear.
She never paused to analyze why self-mutilation
was somehow vastly superior, to having
a cosmic ray strike a chromosome.
She had succeeded, she was happy
for the first time in her life, not even with Walter,
had another human being known it all,
no secrets held back.
Vin screwed her all night long, for the longest time
after that, he only wanted to hear Honey Bun
stories on Friday night.
 ___________________

Vin's consciousness slowly returned.

His warm memory of Honey Bun faded.
He identified with the snake, he was pretty well covered
head to toe, with K. Y., baby oil, and other things
his mind shied away from.
___________________

Enough! You do not have my permission to fuck

my lovely Kathy to death!

When all else fails, tell a convincingly believable

lie, you have nothing to lose anyway.
Kathy love it when he called her Honey,
a secret name, only to be used in absolute privacy.
He felt her tired muscles tense slightly as he spoke.

"Honey, do you realize your nymphomaniac tendencies

are going to result in my undergoing dickectomy?"
"What?"
"You have an iron pussy, I have one dick, it is
blistered and bleeding, I will not abandon you."
"I will love you as I grow cold." (too much surely)
Vin had failed to account for the possibility, that she was
in agony, like an accused witch at the point of confession.
"Vin my love, I have ignored you, thinking only of myself."
"How can I ever repair the damage I have done?"
"Well, you could start by having your vestal virgins
walk down the line, telling everyone
the show is over."
"They can also tell the fellow on top, he has three minutes
to get his rocks off before I reach up and crush his balls"
(The fellow on top began pumping away with increased vigor )

And so Vin found himself hobbling along side

the woman he loved more than life itself.
Immortals place, a greater value on the commodity.
Mortals have to deal with paradoxes like:
If heaven is just a heartbeat away, why do we hold
serial killers in such low regard?

Kathy was trusting Vin to lead them back

to where they had left their clothes, eons ago.
Sometimes trust can be betrayed, in the name
of a greater good.
If only he could remember exactly where
he had last seen the lady, it didn't occur to him
at the time, Kathy's life might depend
on finding her again. Uh the gods had blessed
what it was about to do, the wheelchair made her
easy to spot.
"Kathy do you trust me with your very life."
"Ugh? what? er, yes of course I do.
"In about thirty seconds you will have the opportunity
to prove it to me."
"I'm going to ask you to do something, and it is necessary
that you do it."
Kathy was way too tired for mental gymnastics
"Yes."
"Without staring at the lady and embarrassing her,
look closely, tell me exactly what you see."
He led Kathy close alongside the crippled lady
pulling a train, a short train, but there was always
at least one man waiting.
Kathy tried to look away Vin hissed at her.
They stopped on the other side of her wheelchair,
far enough away she could not hear.
Vin turned and stood, so his nose was almost touching Cathy's.
"What did you see?"
"A crippled lady."
"A crippled lady doing what?"
"Pulling a train."
Kathy was so tired she was swaying back and forth like a drunk
"How crippled?"
"Her legs look like the flippers on a seal."
Vin moved his nose so close there was no separation,
he snarled.
"So tell me, you silly twat, does she have nightmares
of men, looking at her flippers, and walking away laughing?"
Her head snapped back, a prize fighter too tired to hold
the gloves high, had taken one right on the chin.
She was too tired for her mind to weave elaborate
fabric of distortion.
Raw absolute truth, like a white hot lightning bolt
struck the center of her sense of self.
She staggered Vin grabbed an arm convinced
she was falling, a strange calm flow through her
she straightened, and her tremors disappeared.

"Oh, Vin forgive me!"

"Forgive you?"
"For what pray tell, you cured me of my incurable
sexual dysfunction, resulting from my childhood abuse."
"What makes you special?"
"Oh Vin, how can you love someone who is mentally retarded?"
"She has nice Hooters." he said as he led her way away.
 [ 22. Master Po and grasshopper ]

Vin had studied Zen for as long as he could remember,

it was part of his ken do, He now had grasshopper
holding onto his arm, they both felt a great peace
as they floated along in their bubble.
The white noise sound coming from several thousand
wildly fornicating couples, was a unique sound only a mob
in full riot can make.
The mobs roar was a muted murmur around them.

Their clothes were missing.

A trivial problem, they walked with saintly dignity
through the hotel lobby.
The concierge had solved many problems in his
thirty years as a consummate professional.
"How may I help you?" He asked with great dignity.

"Our clothing, has turned up missing, while we were,"

he paused,
"Otherwise engaged."
Part of his abilities as a consummate professional
was to observe Cathy's genitalia, without getting caught.
Otherwise engaged! Someone had been pounding
on the insane womans, snatch with a baseball bat!

"Follow me."
The gentleman helped them, ladies first
in to their Neiman Marcus quality,
intercontinental terrycloth bathrobes,
with the skill of a savile row tailor.

"Is there anything further, the intercontinental

can do for you this evening?"

"Well yes, if your stretch, is not otherwise engaged,

we have a very tired tired lady, to tuck into bed."

"I will check, give me a moment."

The intercontinental did not have a pre 1964 Rolls
it did not even have a Ford Pinto.
Everything on board an OTEC is done with
golf cart technology.

The "stretch" limo they were riding in, had

canvas sides, to keep the paparazzi
at bay.

The only thing Kathy could remember was

Vin in a horrible, Humphrey Bogart, telling her:
"Hey babe, if Ya gonna regret this in dah morning,
we'll just have to sleep past noon."
For the first time in their lives, they missed work
without calling in sick. The event went unnoticed.
Other people have to be at work, to notice
your absence.

It took them three days to recover, during the first two days
any attempts at sexually explicit conversation
caused their purple battered genitalia, to swell
producing agony.
Vin would grit his teeth as he continued, telling a story, Kathy
doubled in pain, holding herself, begging him to stop.
He did, the pain was becoming unbearable for him as well
as his bruised member, attempted a partial erection.

A week later, they were propped up in bed, exchanging

memories, they had enough to last a year.
At one point in the conversation, Kathy made
reference to "next year."
They looked each other in stunned silence,
the Dalles might never return to the Davis Strait,
it was a one-time event. A cosmic one night stand.

Kathy looked stricken, she was free of her demon

she was ready, to guffaw at a pathetic excuse
of a demon, capable of nothing greater than
torturing a traumatized twelve-year-old girl.

That did not mean however, she had given up being Kathy.
She had given up, letting pathetic demons
controller life. She had not given up
doing what she wanted to do, especially being
married to a man who encouraged her
from the bottom of her heart. She was
feeling a watered-down version of losing Walter.
Something she valued had been taken from her.
Vin saw the look on her face and shared her pain.

A plan leaped full blown, into his mind.

He began sharing his plan with his sweet Kathy,
she began to smile, doubtful at first, but soon
embracing the plan with open arms.
 [ 23. How to bribe a Marine Corps General ]

People who knew them well, and there were a few, would have
smiled knowingly.
Spent the entire weekend in bed together, did they?
These people would have been partially right.
Of necessity there was some of that, not the sweet lovemaking
their friends would have expected however.

The monstrous plan, they were developing, was erotic to

six decimal places, the sexual tension would build to levels
where it would interfere with their work.
They would join hurriedly, no lovemaking, brutal gang fuck
by a gang of two. They would yank themselves apart,
and return to their plans.
They ate minimally, they got very little sleep.

The following Monday, a new Kathy filled with an inner

radiant glow that all of her friends could see immediately,
scheduled time with the attorney.
She had the articles of incorporation for Davis Strait
Fleet Week inc. drawn up.
In the part of the documentation where you must list
the activities of the Corporation she put trade show
convention sponsor.

Vin was not home playing with himself, he was doing his e-mail.
he had met and become friends with officers
who took part in the shooting competitions
( They humiliated the Davis Strait teams with their skills )
Fleet officers, have business cards which were exchanged
with grave dignity in Japanese like ceremony.
Vin still had these cards, he used them to build his Spam list.

The Dalles had returned home by them, news of Fleet Week,

activities, had spread like wildfire through the
small tightly knit, Pacific Inter Mountain Confederation
military force. Events that would be talked about for decades.

Vin's e-mail arrived like a whistling 500 pound bomb out of a clear sky.
Annual Fleet Week? No! Read the e-mail again carefully stupid.
Four times per annum, not one, but four Fleet Weeks per year.
Every year!
Vin had $1 billion of political capital overnight.
He spent some of it,
"Play a trick on a Marine Corps general?"
Especially this general. You're out of your mind.
Does mother Theresa turn tricks?
"Oh? Of course, Yes, that we can do."

The Marine Corps general, was irritated, but took the call,
if his subordinates felt this was a matter worthy
of his attention, then by definition, it was.
It had been escalated to the chief of operations.
The bar owner obviously had friends in high places.
As a more junior officer. He had taken many such phone calls
after troops under his command, had returned from shore leave.
The facts varied, but only slightly.

"I am sorry my men destroyed your bar, you will compensate financially."
"It is to be expected that drunk Marines would have sex
with your wife and impregnate your daughter."
"It is regrettable that they screwed your poodle, rupturing its bowl and lower intestine
resulting in its death, you will be compensated."

His normally competent staff had put the wrong call through.
The general was secretly relived, the details of the Davis Strait
Fleet Week's had been worked out, all that was needed
was his rubber stamp.
He was an old china hand, he could tell you from memory,
street addresses, of establishments in Subic Bay, and Bangkok.
His approval was not in doubt.

The general felt the very briefest flash of irritation as some

punk civilian shared the idea where him. The flash of irritation
was with himself for not having conceived of the idea himself.

This particular punk civilian was obviously a slick operator

a fellow professional, who began by apologizing
for the "burden" he were placing on the general,
forcing him to select military units, to be
"assigned" to Fleet Week. ( What a load of bull )
Like all civilians the guy was obviously an
uneducated dolt when it came to military matters.
The next sentence caused the general to reconsider
his hastily drawn conclusion.
Perhaps if the general could hold military competitions?
Select, the best rifle shot, the best tank crew,
the best pilot. Part of the honor, of being the best
of the very best, would be acknowledged by
assigning them Davis Strait Fleet Week duties?

The general was flabbergasted, wisdom out of the mouth of a child.

Military genius from a mere civilian.

Using this as a whetstone, the general would hone a keen

edge onto the most elite fighting force on the planet!

The general jerked his attention back, the silver tongued devil
had continued talking, while the general's mind was wondering.

It would be necessary to have truly senior officers present.

 A truly senior like in general officer?
Did this young punk think he could be bought
like some old Empire Senator?

So as to keep the troops from wrecking bars,

impregnating daughters and raping poodles.

My god! Betrayed by his own staff, to some punk civilian!

There was only one way to punish disloyalty of this magnitude.
He would have every last one of them to reassigned.
Reassigned to a punishment detail.
Fleet Week duties!
He of course would have to tag along and make sure
the punishment was carried out in proper fashion.

The general's honor prevented him from ever considering

the fact that he had indeed been bought that day.

Vin was pleased to find out sometime later the general

had an Olympic bronze medal in running boar rifle competition.

___________________

The meeting with the Hotel Owners Association was fun

in a different sort of way.
The men around the table represented the true power
of Davis Strait, small private banks and casinos
represented a distraction. Davis Strait was a gigantic
cruise ship, collectively, these men's hotels were
the Davis Strait.

These were the men who had destroyed Beatrice.

Did the bitch really think she could cuckolded
them by the battalion?
Their collection of trophy wives, were free to
form marketing committee's and torture Vin,
they did not care.

Speaking of Vin, the simpleton was obviously

unaware he was here to be tried and convicted.
The man had returned their wives to them
with genitalia that looked like hamburger.
No sex for a week. And the sick sex fuck
responsible had asked them, for a meeting!
How droll.

Vin was loving it, any doofus that can play

to a hot crowd, it took a pro to play a crowd like this.

Vin began by throwing himself on the

nonexistent mercy of the court.
Fleet Week had caused some problems.
No shit Sherlock.
The man was obviously insane, the trophy wives would be
instructed to expel him from the Aphrodite club.
He would be back aft, screwing working men's wives
where he obviously belonged.

Changes would be made, to the already scheduled

future Fleet Week's.
The man was a babbling idiot, their wives were
the marketing committee, no future Fleet Week
could be scheduled without their permission.
They're terrified and humbled wives, would not
allow the a matter to be disguised.
What! The fellow had continued on, he and his
blond bimbo girlfriend (they were not even married)
(Actually they were Kathy and Vin got married following Fleet Week.)
had formed a Corporation to sponsor
a sex riot disguised a trade show.

They would be holding their orgy, on the flight deck

and putting their trade show exhibitors up in
folding pup tents!

Close their hotels for the week, a couple of them

shifted in their chairs, preparing to stand.
The jury had reached its conclusion, guilty,
diminished capacity had been considered and rejected

Vin explained, that if they charged their regular guests

ten times the regular hotel room rate, they would engender
ill will.
Heads nodded only sensible thing this idiot had said.
Still an idea had been planted. An intriguing idea.
If the hotel was temporary closed, and someone
else was doing the marketing, any rate could be charged
and they would not be responsible.
Obviously insane babbling, but intriguing, if you ....

Vin paused for a moment, as he saw the awareness

creep into the eyes, looking intently at him.
The cash flow, from such a hike in room rates,
was the sort of seven-figure amount these men like to deal in.

Being basically forgiving men, thoughts of anger

toward him for returning their wives with battered genitalia
were promptly forgotten.

The bargaining had begun.

They would get 9X, Vin would get 10%. Lesser hotels
would not be excluded, people wishing to rent
spare bedrooms, were now de facto members of
the exclusive Hotel Owners Association.
The last point strangely had been harder to negotiate than the 10%
Kathy was not mentioned, this was a deal between men
trophy wives and girlfriends, like home furnishings
had no part, in dealings between equal men.

___________________

There were millions of details, would have been impossible

without a small army of enthusiastic volunteers.

Kathy's one-woman business expanded beyond her ability

to cope. She now had work from every large business
on board. She hired the three vestal virgins as assistances.
They were nice girls, one of them had a husband, the other two
boyfriends.
The three young ladies, ran the business.
Kathy had a full-time job, and no time for a graphics art hobby.

Millions of details, brown foam mats, for people doing anal.

White mats for strange ladies, who like to do blow job trains.
London bobbies, who had to be met with, and assured
that yes, they could wear their bobbies hats but nothing else.
( Cops for all their bravado, are shy people. )

The street plan of a small town had to be worked out,

including street signs. Vendors with booths around the perimeter.
Ah yes the vendors most time consuming, of all, vendors
Small businesses, makers of strange
sexual paraphernalia, had to be contacted individually.
These people could not afford, trade show convention booths.
They had to be financially sponsored, the money to do this
had to be borrowed.
If this did not work, Vin and Kathy would be ruined.

Proper web pages had to be constructed, they were

were doing, worldwide marketing.
The web page had many sexually explicit images
and sub pages, most of most of them leading to
to the home pages of participating vendors.
But one postage stamp image, on the homepage
pulled the marketing train,

Clicking on the icon produced the small screen

short feature, video porn the Internet is famous for.
Vin had been amazed at how much money it took
for a camera, lighting, and the use of a surprising number
of expensive technicians. This was no shot in the basement,
amateur production, done with a cheap camera, held by
a nervous husband.
Part of the need for the expensive technicians
was the need for exact camera angle, editing.
There was no cheap effects where the models face
was obscured by small rectangles,
By using constantly changing camera angles and careful editing
Kathy's face, was always tantalizingly, off angle
always teasingly close, but never actually revealing
her features recognizably.

No one seemed to mind.

The professionally done theater lighting illuminated an unopened,
full two liter soda pop bottle with the cap tightly in place.
The bottle was rock hard. They had removed the label.
Vin felt Crisco was the only appropriate substance to coat the monster with.
The anonymous model slowly slid down on the impossible object.
A perfect circular ring of Crisco, remained on the floor
clearly marketing where the bottle had been standing.
The bottle was gone. It had magically disappeared,
no woman could possibly fuck such an object
Magic was clearly indicated.
The woman slowly began to rise.
As soon as there was sufficient room beneath her she slid
her hand into her insanely dilated orifice.
The further she rose from the ground, the more of her forearm
slid in to join the bottle. The cameras moved close.
She was fisting herself, forcing
the bottle, her hand, and her wrist to disappear from view.
The pink sewer pipe off flesh surrounding her forearm was
ten times the diameter of her wrist and arm.
It was like a pencil standing in a water glass.
Upon reaching the standing position.
She held this pose, allowing the four cameras to move and admire,
from all angles, including directly below shooting vertically,
allowing them to view the impossible pink ring of flesh.
At one point, the shot was from above and behind.
You could see her small and alone, center stage
looking toward an invisible audience, fisting herself.

The camera zoomed down, and around the front

for a better view.
She squeezed her long legs
together in a fashion that aped a bashful, naked
teenage girl at a nudist colony attempting
to hide her womanhood with her thighs.
It was irresistible force versus a immobile object
she had begun with her knees widely spread
in the classical fuck me, posture.
As she began slowly bringing her knees together
her thighs began to put increasing pressure
on her pink sewer pipe, it began slowly to collapse
until finally it was grasping her forearm.
She began unfitting herself, her wrist and hand
slowly emerging. The pressure from her thighs
closed the remaining gap as her hand came clear.
More slow pressure pressure from her thighs
and eventually her pussy lips were forced together.
They were finally able to bridge the enormous gap
that had previously separated them.
She stood there resembling a normal bashful woman.
A normal bashful woman, with a Mona Lisa smile, who was
about three or four months pregnant.
The enormous object, bulging , producing a plainly visible
mound in her abdomen.
She then straightened fully doing a slow ballerina pirouette
proudly displaying her faux pregnancy from all angles.

Vin did not mind in the least that this set new world records
for most copied image on the Internet.
( He had carefully set permissions to allow the files to be copied. )
The Davis Strait Fleet Week logo, was so skillfully embedded in the images
that only true professionals could remove them like old tattoos.
No one seemed motivated to try, none of the logos ever got in the way
or detracted from the show in any way.

Vin was not naïve enough to believe the millions

of image copiers, were potential customers.
The object was to set new hit count world records
and the publicity it would generate. Network news organizations
tactfully made oblique references to the new record.

And in the millions of web pages viewers were the few thousand
Vin was looking for, men and women, who clicked on
the icon labeled, convention details and hotel accommodations

Davis Strait Fleet Week was a unique in the world.

A trade show with an often overlooked item, was it was the only
trade show, you did not register to attend.
You did not line up to get a pen on conventioneers identity badge.
What would you pin it to? There was no one guarding the door.

Vin got push back on this but was unyielding,

anyone who desired could just walk right in.
The doors would remain literally wide open.
But first you have to get yourself to a tiny speck floating
in the middle of a vast ocean.
The yacht Harbor was closed during Fleet Week.
( Consult, convention details and hotel accommodations
on how to reserve a slip in the marina )
Available air transport could barely accommodate
those having hotel reservations.
The airlines were most cooperative.
Few people knew that key airline executives
had received complimentary VIP packets to the event.

Airline people are second only to cops in understanding freebies.

___________________

It took six months, and they were not truly ready,

but tickets had been sold, and the show had to go on.
 [ 24. Show time ladies and gentlemen ]

Saucy lady Willamette Valley skirts held up came rushing at them.

Vin was positive she would overshoot, she was doing well over
one hundred knots.
But at the last possible second, she stuck both hulls
in to the salt water and slowed in what looked like
about three boat lengths.
They must use Iowa class anchor chains to secure things
below decks.
The saucy lady had slowed to at a mere crawl,
thirty knots or so, but clearly they had overdone it,
and lost control.
Hovercraft are pigs on roller skates at best.
The out of control vessel did a 360, coming
to rest alongside, her assigned pier.

The best in the world, had arrived, and they wanted

the world to know.

Vin was not involved, in planning and hosting

the shooting events, he was barely able to
make two events as a contestant only.

He also had very little time available for his military duties.
The less time he had to develop the more they seem to enjoy it.
As Fleet Week prospered, so did Vin's active military career,
he kept getting promotions.
___________________

Vin was knowingly committing a felony.

It is a serious criminal offense to incite to riot.

He was a gold man, contrary to what Hollywood

would have you believe, you don't die
if covered in gold paint, and have used the good stuff
that's not greasy, like hand cream, it as it is
as comfortable as an old tattoo.
Vin resisted, really resisted. But they have been through this
with the London Bobbie hat issue, how does a naked man
with authority, demonstrate that authority butt ass naked.
A gold crown was considered and rejected, a gold man
was substituted.

"Ladies and gentlemen from far away and at great expense

we have brought some talented ladies to put on a show for you,
please extend to them the courtesy of your attention, before
we began, your, er, ah, other activities."

The crowd giggled, not that it was so funny, but that

he had confirmed their would be "other activities"
Are all crowds mindless?
What other possible outcome could there be
with several thousand naked couples, standing on wrestling mats,
fondling each other?

The crowd inched imperceptibly closer, not that they needed to

there were ten meter high display screens behind Vin.

The stage lights came up, revealing the four naked cameramen.
The crowd let out a collective
"Oooe."
They were all porno aware, these were the men
who stood around the bed filming the action.

The crowd approved, you needed a little build up

if the event, was truly remarkable.

Vin commented
"It's amazing what guys will pay, to be able to film the sort of thing."
it was a lie of a course, they were receiving their same
guild pay scale as before.

The crowd giggled as before.

Three young ladies were walking onto the stage,

they looked like sisters all out of the same mold,
short brown hair, freckles, the Little Sister you never had,
or if you did, the Little Sister who would never let you
fuck her.

Each of them had some sort of an acrylic

device between their legs, clearly
embedded in their vagina's,
but they never turned in a way
that allowed the crowd to see clearly.

Little Sister carried a short table,

she said it down center stage turning away
preventing a good look, at what she had stuck into herself.
Powerful stage lighting came up the small table
was fully illuminated.

Middle sister was close behind, they were not dragging this out
teasing the crowd, they were setting up the act with
quiet efficiency.
Middle sister had something cradled in her arm
the way you would carry a baby. With no theatrics whatsoever
she calmly placed the item in the center of the table.

Air was sucked through several thousand pairs of teeth,

a jet airplane on takeoff, requires a smaller volume.

Middle sister had disappeared unnoticed, the crowd was staring

at the obscenely illuminated two liter pop bottle.
Mobs may not, be as mindless as they are reputed to be.
A quivering way of understanding and energy, rippled through the room
no one would bear bait a mob, they would tear anyone
into quivering pieces who tried.
They were going to see a human female, fuck that very bottle.
Big Sister was close behind, carrying a round metal tin
of Crisco, Little Sister, following closely.
Little Sister held the can, Big Sister scooped out
large handfuls, and begin giving the huge object
an expert hand job.
They disappeared, unnoticed, as the crowd stared
at the gigantic glistening over lubricated object.

Vin did the voice over

"Ladies and gentlemen its good those video guys
gave us all that money. We had to spend all of it
for your enjoyment, At great expense,
director you from a European nation, I cannot divulge
for diplomatic reasons, we bring you the impossible
sex act of the century."

Can several thousand people, stand so still

you can hear a fountain pen drop?
 [ 25. Two carnies work a crowd ]

Kathy walked calmly onto the stage, her face

serenely calm, flanked by her three vestal virgins.
Vestal, they might be, virgins seemed unlikely
each of them had some sort of a clear acrylic
dildo in themselves, allowing you to
view a surprising distance into their pink flesh.
It would have been interesting to interview
the crowd directly afterwards, to see how many
noticed.

Kathy stood there calmly, serenely.

(Vin had arranged for backstage security
to whisk her away, if anything went wrong,
inciting a crowd to riot, is risky business.)

The two virgins on either side of her, reached over

and tugged her womanhood into a gape.
The three of them shuffled somewhat awkwardly
until Kathy was directly above the impossible object.

Kathy could have done much better on her own,

but this was theater.

Kathy began slowly lowering herself.

Kathy did the two liter.

A crowd was cheering, hollering, whistling, clapping,

shouting and stamping their feet.

Kathy took a somewhat stiff bow, and

walked off the stage, the crowd never saw the soda pop bottle again.

Vin with impeccable timing, hollered

"But wait, there is more."
"Would you believe three liters?"

The crowd had fallen deathly silent again, no they did not believe
"Three liters?" Until moments ago, they did not believe in two liters.

The three virgins, calmly walked to center stage

and turned to face the crowd, they were smiling
standing there knees slightly spread, in the
classical fuck me pose. Ignoring their
vaginal devises was impossible this time.
There were batteries hidden in there somewhere,
the pink tunnels were as well lighted as a subway station.

The hovering paparazzi were ignored, but one of them

knelt with a close-up lens, and dialed up perfect focus
you could clearly see about four inches into Little Sister,
not so little if you looked up to the thirty foot high screen on the wall.
She smiled sweetly blushing slightly
as she worked the crowd in her own way.
Anyone who has ever worked a crowd will understand.

This time Kathy was able to walk to center stage

without anyone noticing.
"I notice you have something in yourself there?"
"What holds it in place?"
Concealed microphones made their conversation
available to the multitudes.
"There's a little pink wire hidden at the bottom."
"Can you show us?"
"If you really want me to?" Little Sister asked shyly
"If there is anyone who would like to see, please applaud."
Kathy asked the crowd
It was obvious several thousand people did.
Once the applause died down, and it again became possible
to hear a train wreck ten feet away.
Kathy said
"Yes, Little Sister, they want to see."
Little Sister, reached down shyly, around back
tugging on something invisible to the crowd.
Soon she had it loose, the clear acrylic
devise began to wiggle free.
She held it up shyly, but in a fashion
that did not hide it from view, the paparazzi maneuvered.

After a suitable interval devoted to studying the devise.

Kathy asked.
"What is this Christmas tree thing here?"
Little Sister had turned a device sideways, giving them a good view.
"It's holds things it in place, you put it in..."
"Well, it's what holds things."
"I see there is a pink wire here."
"Does it go back in?"
Little Sister blushed, and began, she obviously had
muscle memory of how to do this.
The clear acrylic, vaginal dilator started first
held with the left hand, the right-hand
was reaching around back, the paparazzi politely
refrained from macro lensing her little pink pooper.

Soon she stood erect smiling. The audience response

was less than the 2 L show but not by much,
amazing considering the clear acrylic piece, was about 3/4 inch
by four inches. The mouth of the acrylic spread her
lips as widely as was comfortable, all most 1 inch.

"Such a device, it is custom made?"

"Yes the make a mold."
"For anyone?"
The crowd gave a collective gasp, they have not exactly forgotten
the gold man's three liter promise.
They had been distracted.

The backstage lighting crew was first-rate,

they let the crowd figure it out first, then
slowly brought up the spotlight.
The same table was back in the same position.
The lights illuminated a bullet shaped
artillery project standing on its bell mouthed base.
Little Sisters, vaginal devise, had grown
to an unbelievable size.
The crowd oogle it, no one doubting, that 3 L
or more of molten plastic, had been poured into a mold.

The small entourage, moved further upstage

walking slowly around the devise, each of them
admiring it from all angles.

"Will you ladies be able to assist me?" Kathy asked sweetly

invisible shotgun microphones, transferred her question
directly to the audiences. It might have been possible
without the microphone, if she had raised her voice slightly.

This time Kathy handled things around front, while Little Sister
guided the Christmas tree shaped butt plug in.
The paparazzi were not as kind with Kathy.
The giant screens on the walls, showed everything from multiple angles
from close in shots, to images showing four people clustered together.
The thin pink living curtain between Little Sisters
small fingers, and the internally illuminated
acrylic telephone pole was Vin's favorite.

The four of them. Now similarly attired, walked back

to the stage front. All four of their pink tunnels
were illuminated, although in Kathy's case
you could read a newspaper, by her light.
The house lights had been dimmed making it possible.

Vin who have been forgotten, approached out of the darkness.

He took center stage standing beside Little Sister,

and Kathy he applauded and bowed to the crowd,
the crowd understanding its duty applauded,
the Davis Strait quivered slightly in the water.

The four ladies took a bow that started the applause all over again.

From somewhere, one of the three virgins produced

a gold band, which she handed to Kathy.
It was a Roman emperors, Laurel leaf crown.

Vin knelt before Kathy as the crown was placed on his head.
Vin turned, one last time to the crowd, and announced
in a voice that needed no amplification
"Let the games begin!"

For those who can accomplish it, and survive, there are
few thrills that equal, inciting a mob, to violent action.
The five slightly frightened individuals on stage
held hands and trembled slightly, aghast at what
they had just done.

The games had begun.

Fleet Week II had begun.

Vin found the lightweight plastic crown to be quite comfortable,
he wore it all day no one questioned his right to do so.
Some people rule legitimately, others have to steal

Vin never again, wore the gold paint.

Well at least never again on his whole body.
 [ 26. Lady Kathy returns ]

By Fleet Week IV they were wealthy enough

to finance Kathy's proper return
to her Grand Hotel.

Vin handled the details, Kathy would have flown commercial

and taken a cab in from the airport if he had not intervened.
She was round eyed with amazement, as Vin explained
that only the presidential suite would do.
They would adjust their travel plans around its availability.
She hopped on top of Vin that night.
Kathy was an old-fashioned girl, the missionary position
suited her just fine. Except for special occasions.

Actually they did fly commercial, to within a couple

of hundred miles of their destination, and took
a chartered Lear Jet the final hop.

The hotel's immaculate pre-1964 Rolls-Royce

was waiting for them as the turbine engines
on the Lear Jet coasted to a stop.
Lear Jet copilots are the bellhops.
The driver was holding the door for the Lady known as
Kathy Wood, they're being plenty of Kathy's
in the world, no one suspected.
"Kathy!" The driver exclaimed. Vin was positive
he started to hug her before he was able to catch himself.

Once they started gliding forward, Kathy tapped

on the interior window, which slid down.
"Charles, if you call ahead and tell them, I will see
that terrible things happen to you."
"Yes Lady Kathy."
Vin was not surprised Kathy knew the driver's name.
The driver was surprised at his own realization:
If Lady Kathy let it people known it would please
her, any number of terrible things could indeed
happen to him, it was an amazing revelation.

A small army met them curbside, as was customary

for guests who rent the penthouse.
Guests staying in the penthouse do not "check in"
people do that for them.

Kathy swung by the main desk anyway and asked the clerk
if she had any mail.
"Under what name Lady Kathy?"
"K. Wood."
"No I'm terribly sorry, Lady Kathy."
"Would you like us to ring the moment, anything comes in?"
"No." she replied sweetly

Vin was quietly flabbergasted, the woman he thought he knew,

the wife if he thought he knew, had a title of nobility.
While Vin had been allowed to arrange the larger issues,
he politely got his knuckles rapped, at attempting to
arrange smaller issues.
Issues like, should they barricade themselves in the
gigantic suite of rooms and have room service.
Screw each other silly and ignore the world.
Kathy smiled at him sweetly, and went on with
her preparations, amazingly detailed preparations,
she must've called twenty people on the phone.

Vin had never before owned a tuxedo, he had only worn

a rented one before. There were two excellent tailors,
on board the Davis Strait, a trained eye has no trouble
spotting the glaring differences, between an off the rack
and a tailor-made thousand dollar tux.
Vin felt like, he needed a title of nobility as well,
as he escorted "Lady" Kathy to the elegant dinner restaurant.
On reflection, he realized he did have the title of nobility:
Prince Consort.

The prince consort was not in the least surprised

when everyone from busboy to maître d'
addressed his wife using her title.
It could not be a European inherited title
these people would honor such a title
referring to Kathy as Duchess or something.
No, realized there were gaps in his education,
he had never have guessed, that a Grand Hotels
like Grand Duchies could grant noble titles.

Vin was allowed, to micromanage a room service breakfast.

But after that it was back to Prince consort

following half a step behind.

The maître d' in the elegant rooftop garden restaurant

ask Lady Kathy if they would like to wait.
"At the table” she observed.
Vin was almost getting used to the "rock star appearance"
Kathy generated, where ever she went.
They were approaching what was obviously the best
table in the house, with three chair surrounding it.
Vin felt that familiar rock star ripple, only it was behind him this time.
He saw Kathy smile, he turned to see a tall elegantly dressed woman
who clearly belonged.
The maître d' bowed to her as she passed.
She gave him a marvelously sexy smile in return.
She had Kathy's, eyes, nose, lips and long face,
there was only one woman on the planet this could be.
Mother and daughter hugged for a long time,
finally, with the slightest ripple of embarrassment,
they parted, not for their open affection, but for forgetting Prince consort.
___________________

When Kathy left for the Davis Strait, Kay spent about one week
in their house before she decided to sell it. The nest was cold
and empty it had served its purpose. As she went through all their
possessions she found very few that mattered to her,
worn-out furniture, cracked dishes, a worn-out lawnmower,
a bunch of old clothes she did not like.
After selling the house Kay moved into a small efficiency apartment.
She kept her old used car, and began spending her money on things
that brought her happiness.
Kay began buying clothes at Kathy's designer boutique.
She would eat lunch at least once a week, in the garden restaurant.
Kay felt good, she looked good, men began looking at her again,
she enjoyed the feeling.

One day on an impulse, Kay went through the side door into
the piano bar. The Bartender smiled at her with genuine welcome
he motioned her to Kathy's table.
He brought her a glass of soda water.
“My usual?” she asked.
“Yes”
“So I just sit here, and some handsome gentleman comes over
and joins me?”
“As soon as I send one over, Yes.”
“You are my pimp?”
“Yes”
Kay thought about this for a moment,
“OK” she said nodding her head.

Kay sat there, with a pink flush, lubricating,

amazed at what she had just agreed to do.
A few minutes later a kindly looking gentleman, sat
at Kay's table, he smiled at her.
“Do we make small talk, or just walk up to your room?”
The man smiled hugely. He stood offering Kay his arm.
She put her hand inside his forearm, they strolled through
the piano bar, smiling and nodding at the Bartender and
House Dick.
They walked slowly through the lobby smiling and nodding at the
concierge.
They made love for several hours in his room, they never
said a word to each other. They never exchanged names.

The next evening, Kay returned to the piano bar, the Bartender
set a glass of soda water down, along with a reserved sign for her table.
He smiled at her, and went away without saying a word.

House Dick came over and sat at her table,

he smiled at her knowingly.
“You are one of my regulars?” she asked.
“Yes, every Thursday, at this time.”
“The fellow last night offered me his arm, and led me
to his room.”
House Dick stood, holding out his arm for her.
They went through the double doors, into the main lobby
but turned left immediately, they went down a red carpeted
circular marble stairway with brass banister.
House Dick turned out to be a man of passion, he had
great personal energy that he was able to focus
on the lovemaking, he slowly brought Kay to a shuddering climax.

Kay was lying on her back propped up on pillows enjoying

her newfound life as a sexy woman. The slow movement
of the door leading to the adjoining hotel room caught her eye,
as it swung open very slowly.
House Dick reached over taking her hand, reassuring her,
as four men walk slowly into their room
The men lined up at the foot of the bed, smiling at her expectantly.

“You did this every Thursday with my teenage daughter?”

λ“Yes”

λ“Surely not all of you at once?!”

As an answer to her question the men began undressing.

Kay began quivering, filled with lust, terror, and amazement

at herself.
She was not a slut, she had never done such a thing before.
She had never had fantasies of doing such a thing.
She had never dreamed she was capable of,
lying there, without saying a word, as men got
naked preparing to gang fuck her.
She knew she should jump up and leave the room.
There was absolutely no doubt what was about to happen to her.
Her thighs were clamped together, her conscious mind unable
to deal with the reality of the situation.
She lay there trembling.

House Dick rolled over taking her in his arms.

He began kissing her with great passion.
She climaxed as he did so, squeezing some of his semen onto the sheet.
Kay put her arms around House Dick, and began
kissing him enthusiastically.
He felt her quiver as one of his men grasped her right ankle.
She twitched as a second man grasp her left ankle.
She inhaled abruptly as they pulled her legs wide apart,
she felt cold air on her damp vagina.
House Dick was staring deeply into her eyes,
she looked at him in shocked disbelief.
He felt her shudder as the first man penetrated her,
his balls slapping against her cunt lips.
He continued kissing her, staring into her amazed
eyes as his men took her one after the other.
As men finished with her, they would dress and leave the room.
Other men would arrive to replace them, there were always
at least two men standing at her elbow watching.
Watching her, as she fucked one man after another.
“I am letting men watch me as i fuck other men!”
she realized in horrified amazement.
They fucked her continuously for about two hours.
When they last man finished, House Dick plunged back in.
Kay moaned and began rocking her hips
matching him thrust for thrust.
He bent to kiss her.
“I am a total slut.” she whispered.
“It runs in the family.” he said as his mouth covered hers.
She arched her back and moaned climaxing,
her pussy muscles mashing semen out of his dick.

Kay was filled with wonder, her shy daughter had done this
regularly.
She would fuck a room full of men, then come home
filled with semen and begin doing her homework!
“How many?”
“Well, there are eight men in the guard force, but they seem to
like you real well, so I think it was about fourteen.”
“No sixteen” he said remembering his own contributions.
Kathy was silent as she pondered this, she had had two lovers
before her husband, and the guy last night made four.
In an entire lifetime she had had four lovers, and in the last two hours
she had done over a dozen.
“What's this?”
“Well you hold the bath towel between your legs so you don't
ruin the carpet.”
The water glass and the small bottle of Bailey's, was part of the Thursday ritual.
“My daughter would drink a glass of this, after having sex with a dozen guys?”
House Dick hesitated a fraction of a second before answering.
“Yes.”
The small bottle of Irish cream was only about one quarter of the water glass.
Kay, tossed it off in one go, like a shot of whiskey.
House Dick was watching her intently, giving her
the strangest smile as she did this.

“So who changes the sheets after your little orgy?”

“The director of housekeeping is a nice lady she covers for us.”
“And what do you do for her?”
House Dick looked surprised, and slightly embarrassed.
“Typical bunch of men, a nice lady covers for you, and you
take her for granted.”
“I wouldn't know what to buy her that is appropriate.”
“Well I do, between now and next Thursday find out
her measurements”
“Measurements?”
“Yes women have measurements, breast cup size, dress size,
your task is to bring me all these numbers by next Thursday.”
“You plan to join us again next Thursday?”
“I am considering the matter.”
Kay had never let a man watch her urinate before,
she raised her eyes and caught House Dick staring at her vagina,
which was blowing bubbles, as copious amounts
of semen was draining out, mixing with the yellow
stream of her urine.
He blushed slightly but did not look away.
She smiled at him, no sense acting like a Victorian lady,
after he watched her fuck a dozen men.
She spread her knees wider joining his gaze, looking at her
obscenely abused womanhood, as her pussy muscles
forced semen out of her in a small stream.
She raised her eyes savoring his expression.
“One for the road?” She asked, standing abruptly.
He penetrated her as she was squatting above the toilet.
She continued leaking semen into the toilet
as he began fucking her vigorously.
Seventeen Kay thought, arching her back and thrusting against him.

Kay got a note from one of the doctor she got along well with,
written on regular prescription notepaper.
Due to medical reasons, Kay could no longer work, evenings.
She became a regular at the piano bar.

Using the measurements supplied to her, Kay bought

an elegant blouse at Kathy's boutique.
Two days later Kay recognized the blouse, it was being worn
by a tall beautiful black lady.
The woman made a beeline for Kay's table and sat down.

“You look like her twin sister.” She said

“You are not the first to make that observation.”
“Do you have a nymphomaniac daughter also?”
The beautiful woman laughed easily.
“No I don't, all though having a daughter as
elegant as Kathy is every woman's fantasy.”
She gave Kay a shrewd look.
“It never occurred to me until just now, she might be
a hard act to follow.”
“You are very perceptive.” Kay allowed
“Samantha” she said shaking Kay's hand.

Their conversation was interrupted as House Dick

sat down at their table.
“It's Thursday.” Samantha observed.
“Does everyone in the hotel know?” Kay asked.
“Probably” House Dick observed in a low voice,
as he smiled at Kay, who realized she was keeping a room
full of men waiting.

Kay was never quite sure what prompted her to say it.
“Would you like to join us Samantha?”

Pre-Lazarus such a thing would have been impossible.

Four years post Lazarus it was still a daring offer.

House Dick, and Samantha looked thoughtful, for an instant

before they began a slow smile.
House Dick reached over and picked up Samantha's hand
kissing her knuckles in European fashion.
She hesitated looking at Kay carefully,
who was smiling at her.
The offer was genuine.
“Yes, yes I would like that very much.”
House Dick stood and held his arm for her.
Kay came around the table, taking his other arm.

The Bartender smiled at the three of them as they

strolled toward the French doors separating the
piano bar from the hotel lobby.

Six of the eight guards were waiting for them, House Dick had
two others making the rounds, attempting to hide the fact that most of
the guard force was AOL.
The six men looked at each other with neutral expressions,
not quite sure whether to believe their good fortune.

Kay began undressing without saying a word, Samantha hesitated

momentarily then began following Kay's lead.
The two naked women cooperated, smiling at each other,
each taking a top corner, they pulled the top sheet and
bedspread off the bed in a smooth rolling motion.
They moved the pillows into two piles, and rested
their backs against them. As the men watched intently
they began slowly spreading their legs, smiling as they did so.
House Dick began undressing rapidly, his men following him.
Samantha gasped reaching over and grabbing Kay's hand
painfully as a man with a huge erection thrust himself
into her balls deep.
There was no foreplay, this was semi consensual gang rape.
Samantha trembled as her vaginal tissue was abruptly forced
to accommodate the intruder, her womb bounced upward
as the huge penis thrust beneath it. She felt Kay trembling
as she was violated simultaneously.
Terror was part of the experience, neither woman
had been raped before, it was frightening and almost painful.
If a single man did this it would be inexcusable.
By the second man they had enough semen in them
for sufficient lubrication, their tissues swelled,
they became increadably aroused.
By the fourth man they had both climaxed.
Samantha had never had multiple partners outside of a Ladies Club.
She had certainly never had public sex like this, holding her
friends hand as they both offered themselves.
They smiled at each other, there were pulling a train together.
Kay was an old hand at pulling the train, she had been doing it
for three weeks.

Each found she enjoyed watching the other being fucked.

The two beautiful women held hands, orgasming every few minutes,
as a room full of horny men took turns fucking them
until two o'clock in the morning.

The following afternoon found both women at their table

in the piano bar by five past five.

The Bartender pimped them to a group of visiting Canadian

businessmen, who had three adjoining rooms on the forth floor.

Benefiting from their experience of the previous night

they insisted the businessmen, slowly undress them,
suck on their breasts, and kiss them passionately
before taking them to bed.
There were lubricating to their knees and climaxing
as the first of many men penetrated them.
As Kay and Samantha began satisfying the three rooms full
of Canadians, men would get dressed, and visit the piano bar,
where, like schoolboys, they would brag about what was going on upstairs.
They would then lead newfound friends to their room,
to join the ongoing gang bang.

The new friends would entered a room where a

king sized bed was surrounded by a circle of naked
men, stroking themselves while hollering encouragement
to their wildly copulating comrades.
The newcomers would take off their clothes, and take their place
in the circle.
Every three or four minutes the two women would look up to see
a fresh eager face looking at them with lust and eagerness.
The new pecker would immediately began plunging with boyish enthusiasm.
They would feel hot semen as it squirted into them.
The dick would withdraw rapidly, moments later a fresh face,
would be smiling down at them, as the enthusiastic thrusting began again.
Kay and Samantha held hands watching each other
as they were fucked by seventy to eighty men.
A third of a quart of semen, was pumped into each of them.
Two wet spots began forming on the sheet beneath
there loins, each hour the spots grew in size.
By midnight the two spots had merged into
a single wet spot, four feet in diameter.
Their pubic hair was slick, totally covered with semen.
Men had come in their hair, their mouths, on their breasts,
filled their belly buttons repeatedly.

They climaxed several hundred times.

As the night wore on, each was able to watch
the other, do two men simultaneously.
One man kneeling over her face receiving a blow job, while
his companion ravished her vagina.
Once in response to a salesman's suggestion they
both did four men together.
Ten people were on the King sized bed simultaneously.
Two men receiving blow jobs, four men receiving hand jobs,
two men thrusting away.
And underneath the pile of horny men, two amazed women,
astonished at the ongoing pornographic scene they were caught up in.
They had naively surrendered themselves to obscenity
beyond their experience or understanding.
They could not stop.
Each saw the horrible understanding on the others face.
They would allow men to do anything they wanted to their
bodies as long as the pleasure continued.

They climaxed together, staring at the look of horrified

realization on their partners face.
They did not care that each of them knew their friend was a slut!

The bed quivered beneath them.

At one point during the evening Kay was being ravaged

by an especially large penis, she laid-back smiling
at the ceiling, enjoying her vaginal stretching,
thinking of her first sexual experience:

A once-in-a-lifetime family emergency had left her

in the care of an uncle, they spent the day together
at a Lake cabin. The day had been entirely devoted
to fucking, talking about sex, and sticking various objects
in to Kay's vagina.

To lose her virginity in a willing act of incest,

nearly destroyed Kay.
She lived in a small town.
Her father was the Methodist minister.
She had not only fucked her father's brother,
she had taken her time about it, savoring every moment.

When her favorite uncle died in a car crash, she felt

God had punished him for his incestuous conduct.

Sex with her boyfriend was doomed from the start,

Kay was unable to let herself go as she had done with her uncle.
Her young lover was a premature ejaculator, his limp dick
fell from her vagina. They broke up shortly afterwards.
Kay wanted to be a medical doctor, her father would not hear of it.
He sent her off to school to become a registered nurse.

At school Kay met a hunk.

He looked remarkably like her dead uncle.
He possessed similar amounts of sexual vigor.
Her got her pregnant.
They got married, thirty days before Kay gave birth to Kathy.

Kay worked as a registered nurse and supported the family,

her alcoholic husband worked a series of odd jobs.

One day Kay was driving the family station wagon to buy groceries,
realizing she had left her purse at home, she looped the block,
arriving back at home minutes after she left.
A mothers intuition told her something was wrong.
She took the key from beneath the welcome mat
and let herself in silently through the front door.
They were in the bedroom, he had taken the clothes off of
his eight-year-old daughter's body, he was fondling her.

Kay sprinted to the kitchen grabbing the largest butcher knife

in their collection. Kay worked as an ER nurse, she knew
all about collapsed lungs and arterial bleeding.
He was dead meat, no power on earth could save him.

Kay burst into the bedroom, like an avenging angel,

her butcher knife held high.

“No!”
“No,! Not in front of Kathy!” He screamed.

The dumb fuck had instinctively picked the five magic words
that would save his life.

Kay did not lower her knife.

“Spend tonight at a motel.”
“Tomorrow while Kathy is in school, come and collect your things.”
“If I ever see you again, I will have you arrested.”
“Leave your credit cards.”

Kay felt the only way she could protect her daughter
from her terrible choice in men, was to avoid
men all together.
She did not have sex again until years later
when a kindly bartender, send a businessman
over to sit at her table.
( Like most women Kay did not count medical necessities. )

Kay realized she was laying on her back in a king size bed
being fucked vigorously.
“Do you come here often?” She asked.
He began squirting hot semen into her.
“Apparently so” she muttered answering her own question.

___________________

The following Saturday the Bartender outdid himself.

Every businessman in the thousand room hotel
had heard of the two women, and wanted a piece of them.
Of the many groups visiting the hotel that day the largest
was the insurance actuaries.
The Bartender arranged for them to host the event,
as they had eight rooms that interconnected.
They started to party at six in the evening Saturday night,
and called a halt at midnight on Sunday, 30 hours later.

No one kept track, but Samantha had access to the hotel

reservation computers, there were over 700 businessmen
registered at the time. She figured four to six hundred had
visited the actuaries rooms had some point.
Kay and Samantha had each been fucked over three hundred
times, each.
They had trouble believing what they had done.

Kay had trouble believing the economics of what they had done,
even low-grade call girls turn hundred dollar tricks,
Each of them had given away $30,000 worth of pussy.
Kathy shared her thoughts with Samantha who agreed
to accompany her on her business meeting.

They met with the general manager in his office the following Tuesday.
The general manager had, of course, heard all about the
incredible orgy that had taken place on the fifth floor of his hotel.
He had great difficulty keeping a straight face as the
blond lady who looked so very much like the Kathy he loved,
sat down opposite him and began speaking.

Kay came right to the point.

“We have decided to found a Ladies Club catering to guests
in large hotels.”
“We feel it is in the interest of the hotel to keep guests
under their roof, and not allow them to wander off spending
money elsewhere.”
“We need a twenty dollar gratuity, to cover expenses,
as this is less than cab fare to the nearest Ladies Club.”
“We wanted to give the Grand Hotel the first right of refusal,
as we would rather work here that at a lesser property.”

“Are you planning on asking for the gratuity in cash?”

The general manager picked up his cup and began
drinking coffee, in a desperate effort to conceal his
huge smile.

“No we felt that would come to close to prostitution,

which is not in keeping with the image a Grand Hotel.”
“We were thinking more along the lines of setting up
an account at the health club.”
“Registered guests would receive a direct room charge
for special massage.”

The general manager, sprayed coffee across the room,

and began choking.
The two women ran forward and began slapping him on the back.

The general manager did what he always did in situations like this,
he asked himself:

What would Walter do?

Once he got the coffee out of his lungs, he smiled hugely.
“Yes.” He said.

They settled on a 25 dollar special massage charge,

Kay and Samantha got 20 dollars, the Bartender
got four dollars, and the house got
one dollar for administrative overhead.

Kay had insisted, there be no charge for members of

the guard staff or senior management.
She was looking the General Manager right in the eye
as she made this demand.
They went to a petite suite, and consummated the deal.
The general manager had spent a lifetime fantasizing
about getting into Samantha's pants.
He decided she was well worth the wait.

The house comped them a two room petite suite

where they could perform their special massages.

The Bartender got a zip zap machine that produced

a numbered theater ticket good for one special massage.
The hotel ran their earnings through the regular payroll
program and cut them a weekly paycheck.

Every week, both women received a paycheck larger than the general managers.
___________________

Kathy send a letter indicating she would like to come home on her vacation,
asking if it was all right for her to stay in her old room.

Kay sent back a letter, indicating that Kathy was always welcome
in her spare bedroom.

Kathy arrived on a Tuesday.

They hugged each other as she came down the jet way.
They walked together to baggage claim.
“Charles what are you doing here?”
“Collecting your luggage madame.”

A cop was guarding their Rolls-Royce as it sat in a red

no parking zone.
He smiled at the two women in designer clothes.
The two women gave him a smile he remembered for the rest of his shift.

“You are looking good mom.”

“You have given up buying your clothing at Wal-Mart?”
“I have become friends, with your old dressmaker.”

There were greeted by a small army of hotel staff

as they pulled up front and center.

“Mom you can't afford a suite like this.”

“Its only for one week, and I'm getting a special rate.”
“Mom the rack rate on a petite suite, is four hundred dollars per night.”
“A registered nurse can not afford such an expense.”
“I no longer work at the hospital dear.”
“Oh, you are now I call girl, who can spend 3000 dollars a week
on a hotel room?”
“We will discuss this later dear.”
“Yes mother.”
“Are you going back to the house?”
“No I am staying in the suite next door.”

“You need to shower, and change in to something

more suitable for dinner.”
“I have left a couple of my old suits, in the closet
In case you need to borrow one.”

( Mother and daughter had the same dress size. )

“We have an eight o'clock dinner reservation.”

Kay slipped through the door into the adjoining suite,

leaving Kathy alone.

Kathy walked directly across the room and pulled open

the doors on the enormous closet.
There were a dozen two thousand dollar designer suits hanging there.

“Mother definitely is no longer working in a hospital.”

Kathy muttered fingering the beautiful garments.

A few minutes before eight o'clock Kathy slipped through

the double doors into the adjoining suite.
A very tall slender black woman in a designer suit
was facing away from her talking on the telephone.
She finished her call and hung the phone up.
She turned and spotted Kathy.
“Samantha!”
The two women rushed forward and hugged each
other with genuine affection.

“I see there is no need to introduce the two of you.”

Kathy took half a step back, admiring her friend.

Samantha looked like a fashion model, with her classic figure.
She could earn a good living walking up and down a runway.
Kay and Samantha had a vibrancy about them Kathy
had not seen previously.

“So you and mom rob banks together, and spend your
ill-gotten gains on designer clothes?”

“After dinner we can talk about business, in the piano bar.”

her mother said.

The maître d' bowed in an almost Japanese fashion,

as the three women approached,
“Lady Kathy, you have been away much too long.”
he observed.

Kathy was surprised, he held out the chair facing the door
for Samantha, who sat down gracefully,
he held the chair for Kay next, and seated Kathy last.
Kathy scanned her menu quickly, she had not seen it
in almost two years.
The other two women did not touch their menus.
Their waiter appeared seconds after Kathy laid her menu down.
He glanced at Samantha
“The Quayle.”
He glanced at Kay
“The Salmon.”
“And you Madame?”
“The crepe St. jock.”

“And To drink?”
“Some champagne” Kay offered
“Our usual.” Samantha added

The food was excellent, they talked about

designer clothing, the escalating price
of proper ladies watches, and fashions
in Italian shoes.

They split a Grand Marnier soufflé

three ways for dessert.

As the three elegant women stood, Kathy observed

they had not received their check.

“I have a tab.” Kay observed absently.

As they walked through the French doors into

the piano bar, the piano player made eye contact
with Kathy, he stopped the song he was planning,
and began playing Kathy's favorite.
They let Kathy lead the way.
The reserved sign was there, right where it always
had been.
Kathy set in her usual chair, facing the French doors.
Her mother and good friend sat on either side of her.

The Bartender, smiling hugely, brought three glasses

of soda water.
Kathy looked at the three glasses with shocked understanding.
She glanced at the Bartender, for denial, he smiled at her and nodded.
She glanced rapidly at Kathy and Samantha,
they both were wearing identical Mona Lisa smiles.

Kathy was stunned, her mother was turning tricks, in her hotel!
“So the two of you have gone into business together?”
“Yes.”
“And my favorite Bartender helps you?”
“Oh yes, without his help things would be much more difficult.”

“In fact we had to do considerable rescheduling, to take

the afternoon off.”
They were interrupted as the Bartender walked up
to the table and handed Kay a piece of paper.
Kay glanced at it and handed it to Samantha.
“I'll do it, you need to visit with your daughter.” Samantha said
“It'll only take a few minutes, you and Kathy
need to visit.” Kay said
Kathy had held out her hand while they were
debating, Samantha had handed her the note absently.

It was a pre printed form with a line for

room number, Another line for time.
The bottom half of the note was left for comment
the Bartender had written in with with ball point pen.

Three men.
The two women stopped their debate as they realized
Kathy was halfway to the French doors holding the note.
Both women through back their heads and guffawed
realizing what had just happened.

Kathy returned an hour later.

Samantha was sitting alone at their table.
“Your mother was called away on business.”
She said with a smile.

Before Kathy could respond with a proper witticism,

The Bartender walked up with a note.

The time line read: right now

The room number was: 919
the comment read:

Two women, Twelve men.

The two women looked at each other,
smiling, they stood up without saying a word.

The concierge watched the two women,

as they crossed the lobby and got into the elevator.
The old-fashioned brass cupids arrow began
moving to the right, stopping at the number nine.
He smiled knowingly.

The three women met for lunch the following day.

“I remember a time when you threatened to
throw me out of the house for doing this.” Kathy observed
“It's hard for a mother to learn from her daughter.”
Kay observed
“So we are women of leisure until our Bartender
comes on duty at five o'clock?”
“Actually the day shift bartender works for us as well.”
Samantha said.

Kay pulled a beeper out of her handbag and laid it

on the glass tabletop.
Seconds after she let go, it began to vibrate,
scooting around the glass tabletop like a Mexican jumping bean
on amphetamines.

She picked it up and began scrolling through the message.

“Are either of you interested in attending a party in room 1214?”
“Eighty seven conventioneers have paid for female companionship.”

The three women smiled standing simultaneously.

“It would be a shame to have to refund their money.” Kathy observed

A women on her way to fuck eighty men walks differently

than a women on her way to pay for a restaurant meal.
Every eye in the establishment followed the three elegantly dressed
women as they made their way out.
It took several minutes before normal conversation resumed.

The three women began undressing as soon

as they reached the bedroom.
“My daughter is visiting from out of town.” Kay announced
to the room full of men.
“She came to see how her mother earns her living.”

There was room enough in the King size bed for

the three naked women to lie side by side.
Kathy was in the middle. She stuck two fingers from
each hand into herself pulling an amazing gape for
her astounded audience.
“Does anyone have a bottle of whiskey?”
“I like to warm up with something small first.”
By the time Kathy finished fucking herself with the
whiskey bottle, they had a full scale sex riot on their hands.
Normally Kay and Samantha used the buy one, get one free
rule with their customers.
Everyone gets to go twice, even if they only paid once.
It was not that they were stingy or greedy, it was a question
of time, they were selling their time as much is their bodies.
It took ten hours for each of them to fuck one hundred men.
There were unavailable for other business during those ten hours.
Of course that was with normal businessmen, this was a sex riot.

The three women laid-back and let nature take its course.
It took them over seven hours to fuck the conventioneers to a standstill.

They staggered back to their rooms for a douche and a shower.

They changed into fresh clothing for dinner, and met at the restaurant.

“Has your daughter always been a sex maniac?” Samantha wanted to know
“Yes, she left me a sexually trained boa constrictor, when she left home.”
“Mother!” Kathy exclaimed.
“How do you know it was sexually trained?” Samantha asked, smiling
at Kathy's discomfort.
“I was sleeping with it, it woke me up, by crawling inside me!”
“You are still taking care of Honey Bun aren't you?”
Kathy asked with obvious concern.
“Yes, we can go visit him tomorrow morning,
my apartment is within walking distance.”
“Can I watch?” Samantha asked smiling hugely.
Both women looked at Kathy intently.
“Yes, but only if you both get naked also.”

The three women were naked, Honey Bun was lying on the bed.
“Okay mom on your back.”
“But ... “
“Surely a woman in your profession understands:
lie on your back and spread your legs?”

Samantha watched open mouthed as Honey Buns

blunt tail began penetrating Kay.
Kay watched open mouthed at what Kathy did next.
Kathy knelt between her mother's knees,
she stuffed the four fingers on both hands
into her vagina, she abruptly pulled her hands apart
gaping at Honey Bun.
The exposed half of the snake levitated magically
off of the mattress, his tongue wiggling continuously.
With no hesitation the blunt head entered the opening
between Kathy's fingers.
Honey Bun would only enter Kathy in this fashion,
Kathy's enormous cunt increased in diameter
the farther in Honey Bun crawled, he was able,
with a corkscrew maneuver, to produce an air pocket
more than sufficient for his needs.
The corkscrew maneuver produced incredible
vaginal stretching in Kathy's huge vagina.
She turned bright pink and shuddered as she orgasmed.
Taking a deep breath Kathy scooted forward
until her clitoris was touching her mother's.

She slowly reached forward putting her long slender fingers

around the back of her mother's head.
Her mother was stiff and unresponsive at first,
slowly her arms came up to embrace her daughter.
They kissed as lovers for a long time, finally separating
Kathy began fucking her mother with the organic
double ended dildo.
The two women turned their heads in unison
smiling at Samantha who was masturbating as she watched.

After her mother had had about five orgasms, Kathy sat up
vertically, reaching down with both hands she held Honey Bun
tightly and began scooting back as she pulled over a foot
of fat snake out of her mother's cunt.
Honey Bun made it look as though Kathy had grown
an eighteen inch multicolored penis.

“Your next Samantha!”

Samantha shared with Kathy the ability to take

eighteen inches of meat into her body.
Kay watched as the two women made
thirty six inches of snake totally disappear.
Kay began masturbating.

Samantha had never kissed another woman before.

She reached up and pulled Kathy down to her lips.
Kay shuddered and climaxed as she watched
her daughter kissing her good friend.

Both women realized this was something they

could do while their customers watched.
They loved horny customers, who came quickly,
allowing them to pursue other business opportunities.

The three women ate lunch while discussing

various ways they could put on a sex show.
They got so horny doing this, they hopped
back into bed making sure their ideas
worked as planned.

It was Thursday, guard force day.

The two women talked Kathy into bringing Honey Bun
back to the hotel in his fancy yard long cat box.
There is a long tradition, of whores giving freebies to cops.
They had hopped the cops would become so excited
watching Kay and Kathy fuck a snake, they would
come instantly, and leave.

Now that it was official for House Dick and his

cohorts to fuck Kay and Samantha on Thursdays,
the general manager had agreed, to hire rent-a-pigs
allowing the entire guard force an evening off.
All of them stood naked surrounding the bed
watching the show.

The three beautiful women began their show by

kneeling together in the large bed, as each woman
fisted the women to her right.
Next Kay and Samantha double fisted Kathy.
For the grand finale, Kathy fucked her mother
and Samantha with the giant snake.

Things did not work out as planned, House Dick

and his guards had been taking the new male enhancement
medications that were appearing on the market.
Cops are wise to the ways of the world, they realized
the true intent of the sex show, and took it as a challenge.
The eight hired rent-a-pigs were longtime friends, the sort
of old Army buddy friends you would share a whore with.
They set up a rotation four of them would guard the hotel
while twelve of them took turns fucking the women.
The sixteen men gang banged the three whores
until four o'clock in the morning.

Finally House Dick showed up with three water glasses

and three small mini bar sized bottles of Bailey's.
Kay and Samantha were too tired and sore to move rapidly,

The entire guard force had assembled to watch.

Kathy scooted over to the edge of the huge bed
and inserted one of the water glasses mouth first.
She stood up slowly, reaching for an empty glass.
They did not stay empty for long.
She soon had all three glasses half full, of warm seamen.

The guard force was watching intently, they had

seen this before.
Kay and Samantha watched horrified.
They knew where this was going, and were powerless to stop it.
They were sluts, they would do most anything.
But what Kathy was doing was insane!

Kathy unscrewed the three small bottles, poring

each bottle into a separate glass, she tossed the
empties into the wastebasket.
She stuck her social finger, into each glass in turn
stirring vigorously so they cream liqueur and semen
were well mixed.
She absentmindedly licked her social finger, as she
turned to face her two friends.

Kathy smiled ignoring the look of absolute horror,

on her mother's face, as she handed her and Samantha
their water glass.
Kathy turned picking up her own glass, she bent over
touching it to the rim of the other glasses,
she then raised her own glass it a toast.

“Here is to being a true whore!”

She tilted her head back, like a competition beer drinker
and pored the contents down her gullet.
Smiling, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, to the
sound of light applause.

Mothers and daughters have competed sense time began.

Kay looked first at the obscene concoction she was holding
in her hand, and next at her daughter's smile.
Then at the men staring at her, waiting to see what
she would do.
It was the hardest thing she had ever done.
Her first night being gang fucked was nothing compared to this.
She had to focus all her strength and attention.
If she vomited she would spend the rest of her life knowing
her little girl, was the superior woman.
It took a full minute, she choked several times
swallowing repeatedly, but finally she smiled triumphantly,
holding up the empty glass.
She noted her applause had been louder than her daughters.

Everyone in the room turned to stare at Samantha.

Caligula would have masturbated while watching her do it.
She took her a long time, she had to re-swallow
most of it three or four times.
But eventually she handed the empty glass to Kathy
with a sick smile.

“Leave us.” Kay commanded.

The Christians had defeated the Lions in a fair contest.
The men filed out of the room immediately.
Kathy close the door behind them.
As soon as the latch went click, Samantha
sprinted for the bathroom and began vomiting.
Kay listened to the sound for a moment,
then ran for the bathroom as well.

Kathy soaked two hand towels in hot water,

handing them to the kneeling women,
who were taking turns vomiting into the same toilet.

Her mother looked up wiping vomit off her jaw.

“You know when you were little, it would've been
so easy to drown you in your bathwater.”
“Why didn't you?”
“Stupidity.”
Kay muttered.
“Stupidity.”

Every other petite suite in the hotel, had a sitting room

and a bedroom.
Kay and Kathy, had two bedrooms.
The three women staggered into the
bedroom, with clean sheets.
They fell asleep instantly.
The next day at lunch, Kathy excused herself
to go to the ladies room.
Shortly after she returned the cocktail waitress arrived
with three shots of Bailey's.
“To my two best friends” Kathy said raising her shot glass
as a toast.
Kay and Samantha looked like they would rather kiss
a cobra on the head than touch the shot glass.
The three of them tossed off their shot simultaneously,
Kay and Samantha had expressions more appropriate
for straight shots of warm tequila, than cream liqueur.
Their expressions soon softened into smiles.
“Pretty good?” Kathy asked brightly
The two women nodded.
“The trick is to start out with mostly Bailey's,
and workup slowly.”
The two women nodded their heads, smiling
understanding, realizing they were indeed real whores.
Samantha raised her hand to order a second round.

“So I guess Thursday night is your worst night?”

The two women loved Kathy, but they were not about
to forget what she had done to them with the water glasses.
They looked at her strangely.
“Can we invite you to our Roman party?” they asked.
“Sure, what's a Roman party?”
“You will find out in about seven and a half hours.”
Kay said, glancing at her Vacheron.

Hotel guests get a printed theater ticket good for

one special massage.
A ticket to the Roman party costs fifty dollars.
The health club is closed all weekend, at least
it used to be closed all weekend.
The Roman party begins at eight in the evening
Friday and runs for twenty four hours.
Food, drink, and women are included.
The computer sells tickets on a first-come
first-served basis, limiting the number to
two hundred men per woman.
Kay had the accounting department put her daughter
in the system as an employee, after she
stole three tricks her first night.
Kay and Samantha would go on line during the week
checking ticket sales, they would lubricate
rubbing their thighs together as the numbers increased.
The computer dutifully took note of the fact that
there were three whores.
Currently there were five hundred eighty two men
holding party tickets. The hotel had already collected
$29,100. for a party in a health facility that normally
sits empty all weekend.
Normally business hotels are mostly idle during weekends.
Kay and Samantha were responsible for a measurable
increases in hotel revenue.
Management was thrilled.
Men lined up Friday afternoon, for an indelible hand stamp,
and a computer-generated ticket, with a suggested
arrival time at the party.
The computer calculated six minutes per sex act,
and tried to balance the load, so no one had to wait
more than eighteen minutes,
That was the theory anyway.
The computer allowed them to fine-tune, too many men,
and the system would began calling rooms, suggesting
men visit later.
Too few men, and the system would began, soliciting business.

“Welcome to the Grand Hotels, Friday night Roman orgy.”

“Feel free to come and go as you wish, the party
lasts for 24 hours, although generally we don't stop
until you do.”
“As soon as you all get naked, my daughter will start things
off demonstrating what lonely house wifes do with whiskey bottles.”

The vinyl covered massage tables had been moved

to the center of the room.
Kathy hopped up on one of the tables and laid-back.
Her mother leaned over kissing her lovingly.
She straightened, smiling at the surrounding naked men
who were watching intently.
She slowly inserted four fingers in Kathy's vagina,
her thumb was outside resting in her daughters pubic hair.
She nodded to Samantha he stepped forward and inserted
four fingers as well.
They each looked at each other and nodded again,
they leaned back simultaneously pulling their arms straight.
It was mostly vaudeville, from the body English it looked like
they were trying to tear Kathy apart,
in actual fact they only pulled hard enough to cause
Kathy's cunt to open with an audible snap.
The standing men suck air between their teeth.
The whiskey bottle went in base first, Samantha grabbed it
by the neck and began vigorously fucking Kathy with it.
“Any volunteers?”
All the men stepped forward simultaneously.

“Mommy mommy, they are fucking me with a bottle!” Kathy cried out.
“Hush daughter, mommy has many men to fuck, make do
with your pacifier!”
“Oh mommy, when I'm older, can I fuck many men also?”
“Ask them nicely dear, and they probably will.”
“Fuck me, please fuck me!”
The sexual energy in the room had gone off the scale.
Kay and Samantha climbed onto their massage tables,
smiling encouragingly as men with stiff dick's surged forward.
Each women watched as their two friends surrendered themselves
to a room full of sex crazed men.
They each looked down at their own vagina watching
the penis thrusting within it.

The orgy had begun.

Kay, Kathy, and Samantha watched each other being

gang fuck until 1030 Saturday night.
The three of them soaked in their Jacuzzi tub drinking
champagne until midnight.
They slept in till Sunday afternoon.
Sunday is the slowest day, they had only had about
thirty five customers.
Monday was their day off, they went shopping.

Tuesday was Kathy's travel day.

“You know Kathy, You could stay here working
with Samantha and I, we would love to have you.”
“Can you give me a rain check, I have a new boyfriend.”
“Whatever you say dear.”

___________________

"Does Lady Kathy's mother, have a title of nobility as well?"

Vin asked half jokingly.
“What?”
“Sorry, seeing my daughter has brought back old memories.”
“You were saying?”
“Do you have a title of nobility as well?"
"Kay."
"I am pleased to meet you, Lady K."
"Kay please, this hotel has only one lady."
"Vin was surprised, Kathy did not touch the menu."
Kay barely glanced at hers.
When the maître d' who had displaced their waiter
arrived he looked at Kay not Kathy.
"I'll have the chicken salad, and the mango herb Ice-T."
"The same." Kathy declared.
"Your afternoon is free mother?" Kathy asked in a neutral tone
"Yes." her mother replied.
Vin had the eerie feeling that a couple of terabytes
of data had just been exchanged, right past him.

Vin was never, later able to remember the meal,

or the three of them walking together, back to their
rooms. Hotel suites are referred to as rooms
by those who can afford them.

Kathy for once, took care of, locking bolting

and changing the elegant Walnut double doors.

The two women turned and pinned him

like an insect, with four identical large blue eyes
looking at him. The continued to look at him
without moving. Vin felt a yawning chasm
open beneath his feet. Kathy was utterly still
no hint, no possibility of a hint from her.
The same from Kay. Vin slowly took the mothers hand
and raised it to her to his lips, kissing her knuckles
European style. She shuddered slightly.
It was an eerie, Déjà vu feeling, this woman
could take Kathy's place, in a dark room
as long as they switched back before dawn
he would never known. He slowly raised
his arms, Kay moved forward, and he kissed her
fully on the mouth, as a lover would.
There was no awkwardness, it was just like
kissing Kathy, except for the tingeing electric
feeling. The three of them were openly and honestly
aware of Vin erection.
Kay reached down and stroked it, squeezing him.
The Prince consort, received his instructions
"Vin, pull a chair beside the bed, you will sit and watch."
he did as instructed.

In the center of the bed was an obviously expensive

cat box, kind of container over three feet long.
Vin was ignored and forgotten, no that is much too harsh,
he could feel Kathy's love, he just did not have a speaking part
in this. The script clearly read:
And the husband sat in the chair beside the bed and watched
Vin watched.

Kathy squealed like a small girl as she ran forward,

coaxing a giant snake, from its elegant travel box.
"Honey Bun?" Kissing the snake on its nose with obvious affection.
She lovingly deposited a giant snake back on the bed.
She turned slowly and looked at her mother with a neutral expression.
No not neutral, more like undecipherable, Vin had seen
many looks exchanged in his life, but never the one
he saw between mother and daughter that afternoon.

"Take your clothes off Vin." he was commanded from the

tone it was clear he was to resume sitting, but to be
naked while doing so.

The two women continued looking at each other,

no words were exchanged, they began to undress.
Vin began to wonder if it was possible to climax
without touching himself.
The two women left a pile of very expensive clothing on the floor.
Kathy wrapped Honey Bun, about her shoulders
as lesser women do with a strip of animal hide.

Her mother with the incredible muscle memory

only three incarnations as a hotel maid would allow,
rolled the covers off in a soothe motion.
Leaving only a bare bottom sheet and pillows.
Kay's movements was like watching Japanese tea ceremony
the simple act of removing a top sheet and cover
had become art and physical poetry.
Who teaches women, this sort of thing?

A squad of Marines with fixed bayonets, could not have moved

Vin from his chair.

Vin in his capacity, as arranger of such things

had seen married couples who deeply loved
each other make love.
A version of the tea ceremony, he had just observed
economy of motion, each movement exact emphasize
knowing precisely the pleasure it would bring
to their partner.

It was seeing the same thing before his eyes now,

he was being afforded a unique honor, he was being trusted
not to interfere.

The two women kissed deeply and slowly, as only two people
who know and love each other, can.
The event tho, slow, loving and unhurried, did not last long
neither woman viewed kissing as a sex act.

They separated.
Kay was laying on her back in a spread eagle position.
Kathy positioned herself between her mother's legs.
She slowly began unwinding the boa from around
her upper body.
The snake had been between the two women as they soul kissed each other.

Eventually the animal was unwound, its powerful muscles not resisting.
Kathy and her mother had obviously kissed before.
It was obvious they had done this before as well.
Vin was afraid his heart might stop, at this moment death
would not distract him, but to miss, what was unfolding
before him was unthinkable.

Vin knew exactly what he was going to see,

the knowledge was inadequate preparation.

Kathy holding the blunt tail in both hands positioned it

carefully, the animal did not resist, quite the opposite
it was cooperating, having obviously done this before,
as well.
A part of Vin's subconscious mind, took note of the
lack of lubrication, there was no KY smoothed
onto the reptile, or in to Kay.

Vin was perfectly positioned to see the labia part

as ever increasing amounts of the reptiles body
began disappearing, the snake was incredibly
efficient with its body movements, more tea ceremony
no wasted movement, in an amazingly short amount of time
Kay lay there, with what looked like
a half yard long penis.
She had suddenly grown a prehensile penis.
Vin was positive he knew what was coming next
Kathy would climb on top of her mother
and they would resume their lovers kiss.

Vin was wrong, very wrong, she scooted forward yes

but then leaned backwards, grasping her own ankles
her knees more widely spread then her shoulders.
The snake did not hesitate, the giant penis
curved and moved, the head moved off the sheet
ever increasing amounts of the snake following the head
the destination could not have been more obvious.
The snake's head, began disappearing
into Kathy's body with the same economy of motion
Vin had previously observed.
Kathy shuddered and let out the gasp he knew so well,
Kathy had been moving, as the snake
was penetrating her.
Her pubic hair and her mother's were now entwined
she slowly bent forward from her near vertical position
until she could slide her hands behind her mother head.
she picked the head up slightly, and they began
kissing in the way only lovers can.
Slowly at first, but with an ascending tempo, the two women
began to fuck each other with a living double ender
dildo. Vin had to have no way of knowing absolutely,
but he was positive that this was a three-way fuck
not a two-way. The snake was obviously moving with them
pushing against contractions, sliding in ten directions at once
as only snakes can.

Vin was not a true voyeur, a true voyeur would have instinctively
tried counting visible orgasms. The true voyeur
would have needed a good golf counter.

Vin sat unmoving in a Zin state, total open

accepting awareness, not clinging to time,
sanity, or life.

He was the fourth member of the love act,

he was contributing loving acceptance,
totally at peace, with the situation

Vin rejoined a reality he had forgotten.

"Mother, did you bring feeder?"
"Yes dear."
"Do you think Vin would enjoy watching?"
"Well, he's your husband." his mother-in-law observed
"But you should divorce him if he doesn't."

The two women separated, it was a curious separation,

they reached down with four hands,
one of them would scoot slightly away, sliding the hands
toward themselves, the other would repeat the process,
sometimes they would both move simultaneously.
They were on their knees facing each other,
each holding the snake in an obvious manner
designed to deny the reptile the warmth of their bodies.
More tea ceremony with precise choreographed
movement, they had done this before.
At some point the snake gave up its passive
resistance, and moved out into the cold
of its own free will, falling onto the mattress,
between the two naked women.
They reptile clearly had enough muscles
it could have clotheslined the two women together
like a paper clip, had it chosen to do so.

While Vin was no longer in a Zen state,

it was still clear he did not have a speaking role.

With Kay's help, the two women were dealing

with a small struggling rodent, some kind of
gerbil like thing, Vin knew very little of rodents.
With Kathy holding the animal tail, she was
holding her hand so the small animal
had become a pendulum, it was
being held where it had no
possibility of biting her.
Kay returned with an eye dropper
filled with brown liquid, she extended the glass tube
out like an epie, brown liquid was squirted on
to the side of the animal.
"Vitamins" one of the women announced, he never did
know which one.
Vin's subconscious mind, noted the animals claws
had been trimmed away, along with its canine teeth.
Can you order hamsters this way as well?

The two women had obviously done this before.

The struggling rodent was transferred to the older woman.

Kathy assumed what she always described as

"The position" as close to vertical as possible
with her long legs grasping the mattress,
giving her a stability

Vin had had to move his chair back, his feet

were on either side of Kathy's head, by looking
between his feet, he could see her incredible blue eyes
looking up at him, with that mixture of, excitement,
impishness, lust, and love he knew so well.

The rat had been transferred back to Kathy's

custody. She was holding it aloft the way, as a chemist
might hold a test tube.
Kay was holding Honey Bun, with a firm grip
with both hands.

Vin was positive he knew what was coming,

but had sworn of making such bets, he always lost.
He should have bet.

It happen swiftly, fortunately his attention was focused,

he did not miss anything.

In went the rodent, with the snake in hot pursuit.

Kathy quivered, and the bulge in her abdomen
gave testimony, to the high speed pursuit.
The rodent had tried to escape, seeing death
descending from above, it did a one eighty
in a desperate attempt to find a nonexistent back door
Honey Bun backed out with the rodent
in its mouth, Vin expected to see the animal swallowed.
But that is not the way of Honey Buns kind,
the rodent disappeared underneath an amazing tangle
of coils, watching them move in every direction
simultaneously was hypnotic.
Only when the rodent gave its last spasm and quiver
did the snake began unwinding and maneuvering
to swallow the still warm rodent head first.

He looked up to see Kay giving him that

inscrutable look, he had received at the front door.
He glanced down between his toes.
The same inscrutable look.

Prince consort was being tested again,

no prompting allowed. He stood up
and began moving toward the bed,
being careful not to make it obvious
he was aware of Kathy's huge grin
of approval.

It was a truly strange experience,

so very nearly identical to his
Kathy, but not identical, subtle differences
clearly a different woman.

Vin was a citizen of a post Lazarus world.

You loved your wife, and you were faithful to her.
Sex in the Ladies Club, could be truly enjoyable
for all parties concerned, but it was a separate
schizophrenic thing, these disparate parts
of people's lives did not touch.

Making love with Kathy and Kay simultaneously

was unique, three souls touching
3.1 if you counted Honey Bun watching
from his shipping container.

Vin did not get much sleep that night

how could two women who had just
fucked a yard long snake, possibly
desire, a mortal man.

The first time with Kay, she was helping him

avoid the need, to run into the bathroom
looking for Jurgens lotion.

But it soon became apparent he was

not being patronized, the two women
were lying side by side on their backs
patiently waiting, for him to finish with one
so he could began with the other.

After further sex was impossible for him

Vin got on his belly, and slowly and lovingly
began fisting, mother and daughter simultaneously.
He must have fallen asleep momentarily,
he awoke with both fists and forearms
warm and relaxed, still inside the two women,
both women were snoring lightly.
Vin went back to sleep.

Prince consort was allowed to order

room service breakfast for three.
If he should live a thousand years
(and he did) his loving wife
would continue to amaze him with regularity.
The breakfast service for three
announced loudly to the hotel kitchen staff
that Kathy had chosen to share
Prince consort with her mother
and the three of them had spent the night together
in one bad.
Housekeeping would confirm,
there were two widely spaced stains.
Stains just far enough apart
to allow two women lying on their backs
to hold hands.
Vin could not help but notice, Kay and Kathy
did not seem to be the slightest bit concerned by this.

Kay kissed them both as lovers, and departed

after breakfast, claiming she had business
at the health club.
Something about a special massage.

Kathy was sitting on the sofa naked

with a towel folded under her, so she would not
stain, the beautiful fabric.
She lightly thumped the fabric beside her,
in a fashion any cocker spaniel would recognize.
How can she do things like this without giving offense?
Vin wondered.

"Today is the day of the week. I was always arrested

and cavity searched." he declared
"I'll go walk in the park." Vin said meaning it.
"Silly boy, you have a speaking part in this."
"What could I possibly say?"
As she told him, his erection grew huge.
"Take two or three of those penis pump pills
you take the morning of Fleet Week."
"Right now?"
Kathy glanced at her watch.
"In about an hour."

[ 27. Lady Kathy arrested, strip-searched ]

Vin could not even hazard a guess as to where

Lady Kathy, had found a genuine European style
Lady prisoners smock.
Does the government pay extra for dingy gray
in new garments?

They had appropriated the piano stool from

the concert grand that stood neglected by the wall.

Kathy was sitting on the piano stool, wearing her

brand-new dingy gray outfit that even had
numbers stenciled over her left breast.
Kathy had explained to the general manager
she wanted to give a surprise party for
all eight members of the hotel guard staff.

Remembering what day of the week it was,

he had great difficulty concealing his smile.
Kathy had explained she needed the men
all afternoon so could they be given the rest of the day off?

There was a semi-polite knock at the door.

(Polite knocking, is not covered at the Academy.)
"Come in! I can't watch her and opened the door both."
Eight large men, cautiously filed into the room.
"This is an internationally famous jewel crook."
"I am turning her over to you, for arrest
and interrogation."
Vin walked rapidly out of the room through the
connecting doors to middle of their three
"rooms" the door made an audible click
as it closed behind him.

"Lady Kathy, your husband, I, we ..."

"He volunteered to go walk in the park." she admitted truthfully
"Fuck me or handcuffed me." she declared holding
out her two slender wrists side-by-side

All cops had heard of marriages like this.

Minutes later, none of them heard the door

opening slowly. They had their backs to it
and their attentions were focused elsewhere.
The prisoner was standing leaning backwards
beyond vertical, held in this position by two
of the arresting officers, her ankles widely separated
kneeling on the floor between them was the
cavity searcher, the blue skirt of his
surgical glove could be seen protruding
from Kathy's opening.

"I hid the hexagon of India, where you timid

coppers will never find it!"

That was his cue.

"Chief inspector Demento special branch at your service."

shocked glances confirmed this was true, he was wearing
a genuine London Bobbie Constable helmet.
( And nothing else. )
"They told me you Yankee chaps might need a hand."
"Stand aside."

Always before her eight interrogators had penetrated her

slowly and carefully, four fingers and thumb
never a fist.

Demento holding his clenched fist and forearm vertically

declared.

"Humiliation is the tool you use to break international

jewel crook's."
"Hold her ankles apart!"

The closed fist disappeared into the suspect, the surrounding

men were aghast, to see it go in almost to the elbow.
Demento cocked his head to the side, Hollywood save cracker,
listening for the last tumbler to drop in to place.
The arm withdrew.
The fist was presented, thumb uppermost, it opened.

In the trade it is called paste. It looked very very real.

A gigantic flawless blue, oval cut diamond, the size of
a quail egg, glistened in the light.
"Here take this, don't loose it,
Losing a $30 million stone would look bad on your record."

"Alright gather around, obviously, you Yankee chaps

need a pointer or two."
"It's humiliation, that breaks this kind."
"Fear of things like a humiliating gang rape."
"Run your fists in and out vigorously, let her know
she has fallen into the hands, of trained professionals."
"Oh one last thing, criminals of this caliber, give up
any hope of bearing children, they have their womb surgically
transformed into a coin purse, reach up with your finger
to see if this has been done."
They were slack-jawed, how was that they had
never heard of this before?

The "trained professionals" were much too busy to

notice the brief look of love and affection
exchanged between the prisoner, and the special branch officer.

"Well that obviously did not work."

"She is calling our bluff, knowing there'll be no actual gang rape."

Looks were exchanged, the bed was a super King.

if they used, belts, twisted their trousers into
ropes, maybe, just maybe.

It took two men to get the cover and top sheet out of
the way.
They almost dropped her, Kathy was convinced she was in for
a fall.
One heel actually touched the floor, but
the other three hung on tight.

There in the center of the bed four nylon straps converged.

Each strap terminated in a bow land knot.
It could only have been done if
Lady Kathy had been spread eagle
being measured.

There was a hesitation, as deep into

their every cop's fantasy as they were,
was the realization that men who rented
presidential suites, had powers infinitely
beyond their pay grade.

"I'll demonstrate" Demento declared thrusting vigorously

six or eight times.

"If any of you Yankee chaps can rise to the occasion?"

for a highly trained investigator. It seemed strange
he was unable to notice the eight erections pointed at him.

"Well that obviously did not work."

"In third world countries, they break prisoners like this

with animal rape."
"Should you chaps, ever be forced to this extreme,
smuggle the animal in, dressing as a seeing eye dog."

Eight horrified pairs of eyes were jerked to

Lady Kathy's serenely smiling face.
The serene smile was indeed an act,
she had shared with Vin the story of poor blind Walter.
this is not in the script! She thought.
The eight pairs of eyes, waited for Lady Kathy's
expression to change, denouncing the lie.
Lady Kathy in this very room, maybe in this very bed,
being fucked by a dog!
They waited, the denial never came.

"Bring her!"

Lady Kathy, was again transformed into a human

hammock moving forward feet first.

The chief inspector pulling the massive double doors

open, revealing what had been concealed on the other side.
Two vertically hanging chains, terminating
in leather cuffs!

"Hang her by the ankles."

The prisoners, world-class gape was about, chest high.

"This one does not have the surgically produced

coin purse I warned you chaps of."
"But there are other places, small gem stones
can be concealed." he declared smoothing
KY onto his little finger, which he promptly screwed
out of sight into the prisoners urinary tract.

Eight pairs of eyes dropped to the prisoners face.

The unconscious prisoner revived quickly,
two large incredibly blue eyes snapped open
to view her interrogators, the left eye closed again
in an exaggerated vaudevillian stage wink.

Demento was standing silently, arm extended,

metallic tube, offered.
None of the eight men were able to find
concealed gemstones in Kathy's bladder.

"Well that obviously did not work."

"Gentlemen, obviously, we must employ Third World methods."

"Follow me."
The inverted prisoner was ignored as they followed Demento
into the adjoining room. They would have followed him
off the roof of the building, eight men in line, following
their leader supported only by thin air.

There on a short table with wheels, was undeniably

a Third World electro-torture apparatus.
They rolled it back into the massive bedroom.
"Here plug this into the mains."
Such a device clearly needed more current than mere batteries
could supply.
"No to your left, up about three feet, there."
The electrical outlet was almost impossible to see
being covered by wallpaper, it was there so the maid
could plug in her vacuum cleaner.
No one was in the least bit surprised, chief inspectors
are trained to notice minute details invisible to others.

The hesitation was back, this was not the Third World,
and they were not going to plug Lady Kathy's vagina
into a wall socket!

"You chaps are obviously unfamiliar with this type of equipment."

he was holding a clear acrylic stick of salami, down either side
cast in place were two parallel, shiny metal strips,
wires, extended from the end.
"I have this equipment specially made by an outfit in Las Vegas."
he declared truthfully.

"Here hold it like I am"

"What. Are you afraid?"
"That's right, your fingers must touch both strips."
the pulses of current, had that time-honored striptease
beat, about 110% of normal heart rate, producing
an erotic thump thump that traveled through the astounded
cops fingers, causing his forearm to convulse rhythmically.

"This kind of amperage will break any prisoner."

"Insert the electrode!"

Demento was obviously intimately familiar with the

use of Third World electro-torture equipment.
Such muscle memory was revealed in deft finger
movements impossible to fake.

He started with a high frequency, almost 60 cycles

per second, Kathy's vagina was filled with
incredible stimulation, a thousand simultaneous stroking
fingers could not have come close.
Demento fingers absently turned the knob controlling
frequency, his attention focused on the prisoner.
Frequency in the three to seven hertz range directly couple
with the bodies natural ability to tremble.

Kathy's body began a motion as though she were

fucking an invisible penis. The relentless exact
metronome timing could not possibly be
created by her,
She was not fucking an invisible penis.
She was being fucked by an invisible electric penis,
that timed its strokes accurate to the millisecond.

"In Syria, they leave the prisoner, screaming like this,

while they do prayers."
"Do any of you know how to do Moslem prayers?"
"No?"
"We will have to improvise then, follow me."
They followed him through the middle room
large enough for a shirts and skins basketball game.
And finally through the double doors into
the third identically sized room.
The delicious aroma of food filled the air.
The general manager had instructed his guard force
to be hungry as Lady Kathy intended to surprise them
with a meal.
And indeed she had, it was obvious that the
nine room service delivery carts had arrived
moments before.
Nine? Ten were required.
The men were starving.

Demento without a word, began rolling his cart

back to the interrogation room.

They ate their food sitting in a semi circle,

with entertainment, Caligula would have
approved of.

"Well that obviously did not work."

"Battery acid is the only option left."

The electro-discipline equipment was mounted

on a room service cart, a tablecloth
concealing the lower shelf.
Demento, reached in and pulled out a bottle of acid.
The men were surprised, they were unaware that
fuming acid, came in containers that looked uncannily like
a 2 L soda pop bottle with no label.
He was holding a large rubber mallet, in his right-hand.

"In the Third World, of course, they use glass bottles

and metal hammers." he stated without emotion.

Demento surprised them. He was obviously distracted.

The bottle was neck uppermost.
Astoundingly, with a screwing motion, and using
only his left hand, he was able to insert one or two inches
before their unbelieving eyes.
The bottle was held upright before them.
A moonshot on the launching pad.

Demento took the large hammer

in both hands, without pausing swung the hammer
in a full force large arc.
Standing as he was he blocked the view of most.
Those to the side thought their eyes had tricked them,
the blow seemed to slow, and push the bottle.
Kathy muscles trembling with the exertion
of holding it, relaxed, letting it fall.

Demento stepped aside, giving a clear view

the bottle had disappeared, the mind numbing conclusion
was obvious, a two liter pop bottle had been hammered
full force into a human vagina.
Third World interrogators were obviously sick fucks.

"Well that obviously did not work."

Demento reached under the tablecloth and pulled out a gun.

In the surrounding semi circle muscles tensed,
as they prepared to throw themselves forward,
Thrown their lives away to protect Lady Kathy.
Hoping there were more of them than there were bullets.

Demento calmly pulled a concealed rubber plug

out of the back of the squirt gun.
Apparently European governments, are not
threatened by children's toys and do not require the
muzzles be painted airport hazard orange.

"We are running low on acid, fill this with warm water."
"Warm not hot."

Demento placed the weapons muzzle directly against

Kathy's urethra.

"I warn you I am Captain of the special branch,

pistol team, at this range I'm not likely to miss!"

A rapidly fired off about ten shots, casually handing the weapon
to the nearest slack-jawed officer.

"Here you try, at least ten shots."

In the process, each of the men had raised

four fingers of their left hand, to gently caress
Kathy's pregnancy, Demento seemed not to notice.

Incredibly, unbelievably, they had just transferred

the liquid contents of a large squirt gun to her
bladder.

"Well that obviously did not work."

"Cut her down!"

"You there, standby to catch any entrails that fallout."
Falling entrails ? Lady Kathy? He looked down
and was given the hoped-for stage wink.
He was being set up, he had no idea how completely.

As Lady Kathy was lowered past horizontal, her marvelous

muscles could no longer hold the bottle against
the force of gravity, she felt it beginning to slip.
With muscular control Honey Bun would have approved of
she clamped down and shot the large object
out like a Polaris missile.
The catcher was totally unprepared, the bottle
of warm soda pop glanced off his fingers and rolled
out of sight.

"I thought you Yanks play what you call foot ball."
"You were perhaps attending what you call
special education classes?"

"If you boys have had your fun, I have to pee!"

The prisoner was promptly released

Bathrooms in the presidential suite

do not have thrones positioned opposite
the entryway, this might be acceptable
at the White House, but not at the Grand.

Someone had carelessly kicked a rubber wedge

underneath the mirror door, as luck would have it
set at an angle that was exactly right,
you could clearly see Lady Kathy squatting to pee.
The sound was not the gentle tinkle of a
refined Lady at her water closet, it sounded like
a Mormon workhorse filling a galvanized
watering trough with a high-pressure stream of urine.
Lady Kathy daintily blotted herself with a folded
tissue.
She reappeared moments later, wearing a
satin, Paris designer robe she wore
as unconsciously, as her previous nakedness.
She was obviously none the worse for wear.

The men watched as Kathy filled a hotel water glass,

one quarter full of Irish cream liqueur, she raised it
in a silent toast, draining it in one gulp.
Vin noticed the man smiled at her strangely
as she did this, feeling he was missing something.

"Gentlemen Lady Kathy has missed dinner

if we delay, she will be late for her reservation."

[ 28. A deal was struck ]

Life returned to normal, if you can characterize what

Vin and Kathy did for a living as normal.
They both had full-time jobs now, taking care of Fleet Week.
Cleaning up financial, and other details from the last
Fleet Week, blended seamlessly into, problems of
the next.

An example selected at random:

( This is why socialism can never work, the human mind
cannot anticipate this sort of thing. )

Female officers: it is a court-martial offense to have

sex with officers in their direct chain of command.
At the time the two Ladies Clubs on board were closed for Fleet Week.

Vin's solution, a line with a sign that said

"STAFF ONLY."
This actually cured two problems,
the convention bobbies, and others with similar duties,
could not take time off to stand in line.
Finding a lady with no line was like finding a parking place
at Christmast. You see one, but before you get there
someone else has pulled in.
But then neither could they do a full shift without going mad.

Vin explained his predicament to a small room

of uniformed lady Marines,
He soon had enthusiastic women, volunteering
to help these poor suffering bobbies,
They were men in uniform after all.
Is a naked man wearing only a black pith helmet, in uniform?

One of the infinite number of problems was one

Vin had created single-handedly, if he had kept
his mouth shut he would not have an unsolvable
problem to deal with.

Vin had told the world, twice, he took money,

from cameraman, so they could photograph.
Once is a joke, twice is absolute truth,
There would have been a legal action had Vin
continued to resist the advances of some
of the wealthiest voyeurs in the world.

Kathy's solution was elegant and beautiful.

An auction.
The cash flow, this auction produced would have
all by itself allowed Kathy and Vin to retire.

They now had Swiss annuities.

Life insurance companies that survived
the Lazarus virus were now offering a different bet.
I'll bet you $50,000 you won't die, had been
replaced with: I'll bet you X millions, that
we can give you Y thousands a week for all eternity.
Kathy and Vin, had incomes that would allow them
to live in a normal hotel's five room suite, indefinitely.

They had money enough to solve unsolvable problems.

Vin's first cut, the sex toy manufacturer vendors

would never be able to fill the outside perimeter
wall. Green mats were placed there, if you don't want your
smiling face all over the Internet, either don't fuck
on a green mat or wear a mask.
Problem solved.

Vin thought the bobbies most of whom he knew by name,

had gone gone stupid on him.
They were suddenly incompetent.
How hard is it to follow a five foot Japanese shipping magnate,
and keep him from photographing people
who did not wish to be photographed?

It took Vin a while to figure the problem out.

The magnet kept more money in his sugar bowl
then these men made in a lifetime.
He could not follow them all around, they auctioned
eight of the special "video licenses" every Fleet Week.
(Presented ready to hang on a wall.)
Vin needed eight men, who could not be bought.

bong!

Eight men? Vin knew eight men, who could not be bought.
not entirely true, harder than the local bobbies for sure.
But if Lady Kathy, explained the problem, and asked them
then yes, Vin indeed, knew eight uncorrupted men.
Monarchs have lived and died, without knowing
eight uncorrupted men.

Kathy was ecstatic.

"For less than three million?"
Vin always knew he had a winner, when Kathy
hopped on top and begin fucking him like a female rabbit.

___________________

In the old days of the empire, the US Navy had seals.

The UK still has its special boat service, and special air services.
The English government devotes considerable resources
to training these specialists. Few of them become lifers,
as they approach the end of their enlistment, elegant men
in vicuña coats, begin to mysteriously appear.
For the select few born with innate social skills necessary,
they too acquire the ability
to tell Kashmir from vicuña at a glance.
They learned that and much more.

These special men went to special schools, graduation

meant they went to Saville Row to be fitted for a
gentleman's suit of clothes.
Actually their duties required them to have a rack of such suits.

They already knew how to kill people, what they had to learn
was how to be a shark in a suit, that moved with sufficient
grace and poise so as not to scare the fish around
them, in to leaping out of the water, quivering on a sand bar.

Each agency had its own school, so graduation did not involve
filling out job applications.
Back when there was a pope, he had his Swiss guards.
The people who truly run the world have one or more of these
young leopards standing discreetly in the background.

Vin knew who to call.

"How many!?"
"As I said, it must be eight, perhaps another agency?"
"Oh no sir, this agency can provide eight guards."
"For a year?"
"Yes, no problem, over on year will involve
vacation issues."
"Can you give me the exact spelling of your name,
I will tell Von Tobels to expect your call.

Vin got all the grunt work.

Kathy, got the fun calls, she had to sweet talk

the General Manager, in to letting her
borrow the entire hotel guard staff for a year,
substituting eight young leopards, all wearing
suits from the same tailor.
He was not a pushover but then Kathy was not
trying to sell him a lame horse.
She was offering to trade tomcats for leopards
with paid-up retirement plans, to sweeten the deal
That she wanted to "play a trick" on the eight men
was not an issue

A deal was struck.

"People" handled the details, buying home mortgages

in the secondary market, fully funding retirement plans.
In the post Lazarus world, people paid more attention
to their retirement plans than previously.
Few people actually retired, most take
lengthy "sabbaticals" before deciding whether to
reenter their former professions.

Kathy's personal praetorian guards, would have

smaller versions, of the same annuities they did.
It was a fair deal, it had to be.
These men would rush to jump on a grenade
for Lady Kathy.
They knew they had to rush
Lady Kathy would dive on it first, if she was closest.

Vin made some discreet inquiries, what he was trying to do

require discretion. Buying a title of nobility is an
inherently bogus activities, for fools who are willing to trade
good money for a valueless piece of paper.
But in this pyramid of dishonesty, there is a point
at the very top where you can indeed, buy a genuine
title of nobility, but it takes time and money and discretion.
Impoverished, no longer landed gentry, still have their pride,
indeed, it was all they had.
They will not pimp a title to a gangster or other lowlife.
You are genuinely stepping on the lowest rung of nobility,
when you do this, and money alone, is not enough,
at a minimum you need Italian leather on the raised foot.
Kathy and Vin's line of work was a problem, but this was
what a mathematician would call an area problem.
Suitability on one scale, and wealth on another.
Vin kept his expensive gift, secret from Kathy as long
as possible.
The name was not an issue, European nobility use six or seven names.

As their plans came together and it became obvious

to Kathy that she needed a nom de plume.

If any of the great unwashed masses attempts air travel

using a funny name, they end up being cavity searched.

The aristocracy, never travel any other way.

Vin showed Kathy the paperwork, there was indeed

a Lady was a noble title, in European fashion
the Lady had a string of names. Kathy's middle name
was Jessica.

Lady K Jessica, had need of business jets

with intercontinental range.

Vin got bunny fucked again.

[ 29. European nobility visits a Grand Hotel ]

The other Grumman business jet was waiting for them on the ground,
as was right and proper.

As the second business jet whistle to a stop the limousines

move forward, the Rolls-Royce was clearly in charge,
the lesser limousine having been constructed
out of pieces and parts from Detroit.

Charles had done this once or twice before, people so important

they required guards, although he was puzzled always before
one or more of the hotel security staff, would be here to liaise.
It is easier to get permission to take a dog to a cat show,
than it is to get the Grand Hotel to give you permission
to quarter armed mercenaries in their establishment.
Delicate negotiations were necessary to accomplish this,
negotiations involving the hotel security staff.
That none of them were here was most unusual.
The hotel got very few guests with genuine titles of nobility.
Charles could never remember a case of nobility and guards both.
Charles knew the drill, as the second jet
taxied up, the guards fanned out
not as an honor guard, forming some orderly pattern
these were leopards, checking for lurking hyenas.
They were not putting on a show, they were working.
The luggage was transferred by others,
while the leopards sniffed the tires and whatever
else it is that leopards do.

Finally the moment came,

an elegant tall Lady, wearing a proper hat descended
Charles had seen plenty of elegant ladies
with designer hats like this, adjusted
to concealed their features.

"Kathy!" Charles exclaimed, looking around quickly

Kathy was traveling under a nom de plume,
He had just given the show away to the whole world.
He may have put Lady Kathy's life in danger!
His dark skin tone did not entirely conceal his blush.

All was forgiven as the Lady with the European title

silently hugged the black chauffeur.
She climbed elegantly into the car.
The leopards were all looking in different directions
totally oblivious, at least it would seem that way
to an observer.
Amongst their own, with no possibility of being
overheard, they would gossip,
they knew of a Lady with an English title of nobility
who had an Afghan hound and ....

Two leopards joined them for the ride into town.

Kathy and Vin were not the type to entertain

the help. Well not entirely.

"Oh honey, you think it will rain in Cannes

again this year? it was just awful, we should just skip
the whole festival, isn't that dreadful car thing of
yours in Monaco sufficient?"
Kathy got the whole thing out before she giggled.

The two leopards exchanged the briefest of glances

The aristocracy was not genetically equipped to acknowledge
their humanity, or to play jokes on them.
They regretted, they would not be working for this
obviously American Lady, who did indeed
have a title of nobility.
Their agency had people who check on this sort of thing.
Making a false claim to a title is done all the time.
They might go broke if they refused all of their
clients who did so.
But they were Englishmen, born with a sense of
class consciousness, a title is a title.

They all sat silently for the rest of the ride into town.
The security force was tense, a tomcat smelling
his front door step, to discover a leopard has urinated
there displays similar tension.

They had been summoned to the general manager's office,

never a good thing.
The general manager pointed with his chin
they were to line up against the wall to the right of his desk,
like the guests of honor at a firing squad.
From this angle, they could clearly see an elegant Lady
with one of those giant hats with chiffon chin straps,
only an Arabic bernoise is better at concealing
a face. This could only be the aristocratic Lady
who traveled with mercenaries for companions.
The Lady began removing her French designer hat.

"Lady Kath...."
they stopped, having run headlong into the Charles problem.
Lady Kathy was the most levelheaded
person they have ever known.
If she saw the need, to travel under an assumed name,
armed with two squads of English ninjas.
There was good reason.
They tried again
"Lady?"
A sudden thought occurred to them more or less simultaneously.
The identity of the European noblewoman had been scrutinized
under an electron microscope, mainly because she was trying
to invade their hotel with armed men.
There really was a noble Lady, with an an unforgeable title,
conclusion: Kathy, was the Lady Kathy

"I have need of your services and the hotel has graciously
agreed, to lend you for a year."
My God, they were being fired!
The Limes were here as their replacements!
Lady Kathy had somehow heard of it, and had the ridden to the rescue.

Lady Kathy held up her slender hand, in a stop gesture.

"I can not accept your answer, yes or no at this time

people far better with numbers than I will explain details to you."

She got up and left the room.

They turned their attention back to the general manager,
who stood without a word and walked out the door.
They followed like puppies.
He conducted them to a small conference room,
holding the door open for them to enter, he did not follow,
the door closed behind them, with a small thump,
that sounded very loud.

"Pull up a chair gentleman."

It was chief inspector Demento, er , ah, Lady Kathy's husband!
No pleasantries, brutally to the point.

"You gentleman are aware of what Lady Kathy and I do for a living?"

Eight Scarlet faces around the table, every one of them watched
anonymous European model inserts 2 L
at least once a week, they knew exactly
who the anonymous European model was.
Vin could see it writ large across their faces,
and they could see the truth mirrored in his eyes.

"One of your duties will be to guard the stage

that was filmed on." he observed.

"I have a problem, wealthy Japanese industrialists

pay the Davis Strait, incredible sums of money
for a video license so they can film exhibitionists.
We auction eight of these, four times a year.
It gives them permission, to videotape people
who wished to be filmed.

The problem is these wealthy fucks

keep bribing my, security people so they can
record everything, sooner or later, this is going
to result in legal action that will put us out of business."
He paused.
"I need eight men who cannot be bought."
"If Lady Kathy asked you, not to take bribes,
are you the eight men I need?"

A brief glance was exchanged between the eight men

who were no longer blushing, but smiling.

The men were totally disinterested in the details,

houses paid off, retirement plans played off,
moving arrangements to be handled by Beacons,
it was obvious they were not being "borrowed for a year"
they had been bought and paid for.

___________________

There is a long history in this, Cleopatra did it,

Catherine the great did it, and Lady Kathy was doing it.
Servicing the entire guard force in one go.
Kathy had a slight advantage in having only eight guards.
Although anyone who knew Kathy well, had no doubt
she could have managed better than Cleopatra did
with her 270 guards.

Still, the Thursday get-together would never be the same again,

there was no prisoner arrest or interrogation.
She would then lovingly care for their needs, then
they would fist her slowly and lovingly.
On Thursday, their wives would expect their husbands to
take care of their medical necessity,
Kathy felt she had a duty to make sure this was done properly.
The eight wives were thrilled, if Lady Kathy wanted to start her
very own, one woman, Ladies Club, fine.
But how could otherwise reasonably intelligent men think
they did not know?
Their husbands knew they had lunch regularly with Lady Kathy.
What did they think, was being discussed?

The steering committee now deferred to Lady Kathy, the president

was the wife of the owner of the intercontinental.
So it was easy for discreet inquiries to be made.

There was indeed were rooms so equipped, the eye bolts

had been carefully painted over, but most of that paint
on the lower portion, was worn away.

Vin did not intrude, he knew Kathy was taking care

of her praetorian guards, Catherine The Great style.
Most men do not ask their wives, to account for
themselves on returning from a Ladies Club.

Her asking him to help, was genuine and he obliged.

All of their pervert vendors, brought tons of equipment on board,
it was immediately obvious, that it was cheaper, to store it
locally, awaiting the next show, then it was to,
air freight it back across the ocean.
So getting what Kathy wanted was no problem.

Kathy wanted a powered sex swing, a remote control

would smoothly raise a woman to be fisted, and lower her
again to service her friends.
It was a bondage devise, with wrist and ankle restraints
at the end of chrome plated chains.
It took longer to set up than anticipated, their guests
had begun to arrive.
"Chief inspector Demento, at your service, I'm afraid
I can't give you chappies a hand, urgent business elsewhere,
and all that tommy rot you know."

They both saw genuine disappointment on the faces.

Vin stood in the back of the first line, realizing his weekly
fisting, duties had been delegated.

Kathy was distracted, by the silly remote control.

When she glided down, to the proper height,
she saw Vin, industriously KYing his dick.
Oh, no Vin you are an idiot, you'll ruin everything
she thought.
Cops, even with two condoms worth of separation
would die before they'd let, some queer, slap their dick
with his own.
Lady Kathy, was opening her mouth, to give an order
that could not be be refused.
There was a cat call from the back of the crowd

"Hey you in the back there, hurry it up,

we ain't got all day!"
Cynics would observe the eight guards,
had presided over three Fleet Weeks by then.
Kathy moaned and shivered, climaxing repeatedly,
as they sandwiched her for a solid hour.

After they had finished gang fucking his wife,

Vin watched as they brought her a straight sided
water glass.
Everyone stood in a semi circle to watch as,
Kathy screwed it into herself, open part first,
she twisted and bounced several times,
before removing the glass.
They brought her Bailey's Irish cream liqueur,
she stirred the concoction with her finger,
and tossed a cocktail off in one go.
She smiled at Vin, her big blue eyes, giving him
an innocent little girl look.

The next week it was Kathy's turn to be amazed,

one of the larger man positioned himself behind her
she was not really into anal, and this guy with huge,
she gritted her teeth as the large organ slid
past her small pink orifice, and lodged itself
in her vagina from behind.
The others lined up in front of her.
They began to double fuck her.
She began to climax, her vagina became too sensitive to touch,
she rattled her chains, pulling against her restraints,
begging them to stop, to give her a moment's rest.
She pleaded with them, they heard the sincerity in her voice.
They continued fucking her, ignoring her as she,
hollered and twisted, like a woman being tortured.

A young sixteen year-old girl, had timidly walked through

the side doors of an elegant piano bar, looking for love
and happiness, she had found more than she had bargained for.
___________________

Societies adapt and accommodate.

Ladies Clubs, almost from day one did "invitations."
At the Venetian Club, it was a cork board and thumbtacks,
any married man who did not have his invitation
on the board, days before his wedding anniversary,
was in bad trouble.
The Aphrodite club predictably did not have a cork board
they had an elegant Venetian cut glass mirror.
Vin wondered if this subtle put down was deliberate.
So how does one go about propositioning, to the wife
of a hotel owner?
Money, you spend money, the invitation card
had to be more elegant, than a wedding invitation
between the Vanderbilt's and the Rockefeller's.
Mystery and intrigue was allowed, even encouraged
"You will be able to identify me by the blue rose on my lapel."
Men asked ladies.
Ladies did not ask men.
___________________

The story of Beatrice, should be told at this point, even though it is out of order.

Beatrice did not throw herself into the sea, although she did lean
against the railing several times.

In the early days Vin and Kathy had a cash flow problem.

They had to buy, airline tickets, and hotel accommodations

for over twenty vendors.

Of the three private banks, on board, only one, the one owned
by Beatrice's husband, would talk to them.
Minority equity participation in exchange for hard cash.

During these negotiations, and elegant invitation, appeared

on the beautiful mirror.
A lady was asking Vin, for a date:

My darling, I have treated you horribly, I am

hoping
the pleasure of my company, will make a down
payment
on the debt I owe you and can never repay.
You will recognize me as the lady in the yellow
dress. B.
How could any man say no.

Beatrice had bought her way out of the trailer park she had been born to
with two assets, world-class beauty, she was clearly the most
beautiful woman on board.
And she was a damn good fuck.

A week later Vin received a second elegant invitation,

this one delivered through his business address,
label personal and private.
Beatrice had urgent matters, they could only be discussed with him
at his home, at an hour of the day when Kathy was
guaranteed to be at work.
The games had begun.
A bank with, what they considered at the time to be,
unlimited financial resources, was starting a hostile takeover bid.
Vin and Kathy laid in bed, and began to plan.

Vin sent, a personal and private reply, allowing

that he had several hours available, but the yellow outfit
was too obvious, did she have anything simple,
that would slide over the head.
Vin went on to ask, that she not wear underwear.
She had him!

Beatrice, indeed had such a garment, her sadistic

husband had purchased, it was very close
to being a garment suitable, for a European ladies
prison, lacking only numbers above the left breast.

Beatrice arrived on time, accurate to the second,

and slipped through the door, Vin was wearing a
bathrobe.
This is too easy she thought, and indeed it was.

An ironing board had been set up, in the front room,

a backpackers foam pad, covered the top.
Beatrice had done sex on ironing boards before,
no problemo.
Vin dropped his bathrobe, and swung a leg
over the low ironing board, he lay on his back
with a protruding erection.
In a smooth motion, like mounting a horse,
Beatrice mounted up, and begin
rocking her hips expertly. She was twenty or thirty
strokes away from owning this schmuck!

"STOP!"
Beatrice stopped. Oh shit not another one like Carl!
"You will give me, my orgasm only when I ask."

Vin felt powerful vaginal muscles clutch his manhood.

Beatrice, obviously did isometric "pussy push-ups"
just like Kathy did.
Beatrice was aware they were not alone.
The chair she had overlooked had purpose.
Kathy was wearing an identical yellow Chanel Suit
a twin to the one hanging at home.
Beatrice began to realize the magnitude of her disaster.
She kept a straight face, but Vin could feel
the muscles in her pussy, quiver as though she were crying.

"So, why did Karl sent his trophy wife to fuck my husband?"
"No, he did, nay..."
Vin clearly felt the lie, transmitted, to his erect polygraph probe.
Vin leaned his head to the side, looking up in his wife, and began to dictate.
Beatrice, followed his gaze.
Kathy was holding a stenographer pad, and pencil.

"Dear Karl your trophy wife, is such a hopelessly bad fuck,

that I am forced to ask you, not to send her anymore.
Cordially, your good friend Vin."

Kathy calmly put the pad down and stared deeply

into Beatrice's horrified eyes.
"It's back the trailer park with a cardboard suitcase, for you hon."
Trailer Park! Cardboard suitcase! How could they possibly know!
"Your days of making gelatin molds are over."
Beatrice's, beautiful face, had melted and do a puddle of pure horror!
Her mind was frozen.

Kathy answered the question, she would eventually get around to asking.
"How?"
"He laughs, as he tells the committee ladies."
"He laughs, while he is on top, still inside them."
Vin saw the demonic light beginning to shine through her eyes,
as if a door to a furnace had been opened.
"No" he said
"No?"
"We have uses for him." Kathy replied calmly.
My God, they were telepathic!
"Would you rather break him?"
"Destroy his bank, make him penniless?"
"Yes!, oh dear God, yes!"
Vin did not need his polygraph to detect truth on this level.
"You will excuse us for not trusting a conniving bitch will you?"
Pause, and in a small voice.
"Yes."
"So rapidly in your own words, so you don't have time to
make things up, tell us who you would join with
how you would help them, and your plan of action
to destroy your husband and his bank."
Beatrice talked for a good five minutes.
In the end Vin looked at Kathy and she nodded.

Vin ordered Beatrice to resume pleasuring him.

"Stop!"
Beatrice halted again.
Vin leaned his head yet again toward Kathy.
"Honey do you really want to record this?"
"No dear, I'm not bent that way."
Kathy reached under the ironing board and extracted
an elegant gold plated digital recorder, and
calmly dropped into her handbag.
She stood to leave.
Beatrice had been married for years to a sadist,
who would have held recorder aloft,
taping one of her breasts with it, while explaining
what information the recorder contained.
Beatrice, up until that moment considered her
husband to be the most sadistic creature on the planet

She realized he was an amateur.

Speaking over her shoulder Kathy asked

"Will you be free for dinner dear?"
"Yes." Vin replied
Vin was ashamed to admit all of this has made him incredibly horny,
He was fearful Beatrice would be unable to service him.
"Continue."
Vin had to hang on, he had a slave who would do
his bidding with a will.

The process continued as before, ironing board,

kitchen chair, yellow suit, two interrogators.
Beatrice was impaled on Vin's erection, she would
slowly fuck him, as the two of them bombarded
her with questions.
Beatrice could lie with great skill, as all beautiful
trophy wives can.
They had blackmailed her, she had to tell
them what they wanted to hear.
She had no choice, if she did not tell them
what they wanted to hear, they would deliver the tape to Karl.
What she could not do, was maintain a straight face,
while dealing with a barrage of questions, and
simultaneously fuck Vin.
If she stopped to think, to compose a lie,
Vin's polygraph probe would detect it instantly.
Kathy's face was inches from hers, missing nothing.
She couldn't do it.
Beatrice broke.
She lost control of her bladder, shaking uncontrollably,
her beautiful face a mask of terror, she fell forward
crushing her beautiful breasts against Vin's chest,
crying uncontrollably.
Vin to his everlasting shame, filled her with
hot semen as she did this.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her like a small child,
as she covered his chest with warm tears.

She was too hysterical to notice the look of

love and compassion, that passed between husband and wife.

“Continue fucking my husband!” Kathy ordered

Beatrice sat up obeying instantly, although she
continued crying silently.
“Give him an orgasm!”
Beatrice clamped down with her powerful pussy muscles,
her hips moving like a machine.
Kathy leaned forward, kissing her husband as he
faked an orgasm.
Beatrice could feel the love they had for each other,
she would trade her soul to have a man
to love her as Vin loved Kathy.
She knew the love they showed her, was part of her torture.

Beatrice did not notice consciously, the questions continued

as before.
There was no longer a need for rape-based interrogation.
Beatrice was incapable of delivering anything but absolute
truth to her masters.
If she saw they had misunderstood an answer, she would
promptly correct the failure to communicate.
There were not kind to her, but they did not brutalize her either.
She continued fucking Vin, but she gradually came to realize
he was no longer raping her. She began to enjoy bringing Vin
pleasure, being careful not to let Kathy see her doing so.
She knew, if Kathy found out, she would become jealous,
and destroy her.

The questions, were always about Karl never about his bank.
What does he do when he has has an orgasm?
Did he ever tie her up? Did she ever tie him up?
Had she ever stuck her finger in his rectum?
At first Beatrice was convinced this was
the work of a master sadists, the purpose of the questions
was to humiliate and degrade her.

But in time, she began to sense a pattern,

it was like a criminal investigation, clues were
being followed, hypotheses, were being developed,
examined, refined and polished.

On week she realized her status as slave

had improved minutely, slaves noticed the small things
being denied larger things.
The ironing board was two inches higher,
she would not have to squat quite so low.
She soon realized there was a price
associated with her elevated social status.
She still had to squat impaling herself on Vin's erection
as Kathy watched with clinical detachment.
But there was no interrogation this week.
There were instructions, amazingly detailed instructions,
there were many questions
but all of them to make sure she understood.
There were no crude threats, their relationship was
above that sort of amateurism.
Finally Kathy ordered Beatrice to give Vin
his orgasm, she watched without expression.

The delivery service delivered the ironing board,

Karl did not look a gift horse in the mouth,
exquisite!
How was it he had not thought of it himself!
Beatrice would iron his shirts, visible in the background,
as he watched television.

Beatrice had never been more positive, of anything

in her life, Karl, would slap the shit out of her
without hesitation.

As Karel walked into the room, he saw his wife

in full dominatrix regalia, stiletto heels
mesh stockings, leather bra without centers,
her nipples protruding. She was holding a riding crop!

"And you thought this ironing board, was here so I could

iron your shirts little man!"
(Beatrice was but was positive, that calling her
5 foot five banker husband, a little man would be fatal.)

"Out of your clothes! Do not keep me waiting!"

Beatrice was lightly slapping her thigh with a riding crop.
"I'm going to tie you to the ironing board."
It was obvious she had no intention tying him,
there was professionally done bondage equipment,
with chains and manacles

Beatrice could not believe her eyes, he did as instructed.

"Please don't hurt me." he whimpered.

She had been married to this worm for years,
he was a sadist not a masochist!

"You will wait there until I'm ready, Then I'm going to send electricity
through your tiny dick until smoke comes out of it!”
"No no, please don't send electricity through my dick please."
came the tiny voice

Beatrice had done this several times before, on this very

ironing board, practicing on Vin, as Kathy watched and instructed.

The control box was made by someone called P.E.S

one of the wires coming out of it ended in what Kathy
called a sparkler, a long slender flexible conductive rubber
probe of small enough diameter, that it easily slid inside
Carl's small dick.

"No no. Please don't do this, I beg you" came the small voice
"Silence worm or I'll hang you by the testicles
while I turn the voltage to full."

At one point. Kathy had instructed Vin to put the tip of

the sparkler in her urethra. It was essential that
she know precisely what she was doing.
Kathy had told her, with this kind of equipment you can
cause and involuntary orgasm with no touching.
The thumping, bumping, jolts of current was more than enough.
Beatrice was skeptical, but as her skill increased
she was able to get Vin to ejaculate without touching him.
At the time Beatrice taught all of this, was to humiliate her,
While bringing pleasure to Vin and Kathy.
He now realized she was being trained to perform a function.

She bent to apply her newfound skills to the penis before her,
damned pantry girdle was killing her.
As instructed. She gave Karel one hands off ejaculation,
She turned the current off abruptly.
"Wat?"
"You ville vetch v undress Ont you ville enjoy et!"
Karl did as instructed.
Soon, the rubber pantry girdle was obvious.
"Had to wear this so I would not leak, period is starting."
She lied.
"You will eat me out anyway, or I will crush your puny
testicles with a hammer!"
"No no, not that, I will do anything you ask." whimpered the tiny voice

Beatrice lowered herself and scooted back to Karl

as instructed, he begin an excellent job of cleaning her up.

She began pushing with her powerful muscles,

the banana began to protrude.
She could feel him quiver as he realized what he was looking at.
"Eat it you worm!"
He began eating and Beatrice rewarded him with more voltage.
"Stop!"
Karl stopped
"Do you like the banana, worm?"
"mm m, mmmph."
"Nod your head silly man."
From the stroking motions, Carl's nose was making,
it was obvious he agreed the banana was delicious.
"There is a special sauce on the banana."
take another bite and nod your head, if it is good."
Another stroke.
Beatrice advanced the voltage to a higher level,
Carl's manhood was quivering like a four inch metronome.
"Would you like to know the recipe for the sauce?"
Another stroke.
"It is spunk, human semen, the man I love*
came inside me, double vaginal penetration,
one banana, one real man!
You have been drinking his come."
Even with the sparkler in the way, Karl ejaculated
about three feet.

How did they know? He was her husband, and she did not know!

*Kathy had made her repeat her lines several times.

As she said her lines to Karel, she realized
she did love Vin.
 [ 30. How's it hanging, Sergei ]

The subtle torture continued, they were in Kathy's favorite

rooftop garden restaurant

They were having an advantages of Chardonnay over Chablis conversation.

They were doing to Carl what he had done to Beatrice

with the steering committee ladies.
Only that was, Carl the cunt licker, playing ukulele.

This was chamber music being played with effortless grace.

Beatrice was obviously hopelessly in love with the both of them,

she would walk out of his elegant townhouse, without a backward glance
to sleep on their sofa, work as their maid, clean their toilet,
happy with bread crumbs from their table.

She was his loving devoted wife, because they had told her to.
Beatrice to her credit, did not believe in half measures.
She had volunteered to iron his shirts if it would please him.
She meant it from the bottom of her heart, she was the perfect wife.

He was trapped in a way he had not thought possible. Kathy

had an exclusive with Vin for a long time, when she had the only
vagina on the planet he could come in.
But he was always free to go back to masturbation.

Karl on the other hand was totally trapped, his loving wife had the only key
to the garden of happiness.
She could not be replaced, he could not admit to himself a worm he was,
much less tell the next trophy wife.
His life now hung by a thread, the three people, across from him were holding it.
No that's not correct, with sudden insight he realized the general
that had routed his armies, without suffering a single casualty,
was Kathy, with her formidable lieutenants flanking her

Karl did what he had to do, like a trapped animal chewing off a leg,
it brought him great pain, but he did it anyway, glad to be able.

Karel began to seduce his wife, it was the most difficult

thing he had ever done, it took a very long time.

It was not a problem of Beatrice, not forgiving him,

perfect wives do not carry grudges that are harmful to a marriage.
The problem was, he was a soulless bastard, and
Beatrice had been ordered to love him, not fall in love with him.

Slowly, imperceptibly Karel began to change. Kathy taught Beatrice

Beatrice taught Karel.

In time two couples who obviously loved each other were seen
having lunch, in the garden restaurant.

Beatrice, turning to Kathy asking

"Whatever happened to the tape?"
"Oh, I erased it."
"When?"
"The first day."
"All by yourself?"
"I waited till Vin told me to."
"Why did you wait?"
Briefest of eye flicker in Karl's direction, who was listening intently.

"If you were married to a man, who liked to hurt women

would you want to know?"
"But you would have erased it in any case?"
"Of course." Kathy replied.

Karl realized he had been accepted when they

were invited to sleep over.
With Karl's special sexual orientation, normal sex was kind of mechanical
with him.
He did his medical necessity, but his heart was not really in it.
He was what women call a bum fuck.
Karel was hoping the evening was not designed
to humiliating him
After an excellent dinner, they went through
the double doors into the master bedroom.
Karel was transfixed, it had to be the same ironing board!
He and Beatrice had a special sexual dungeon by then.
The ironing board, had gotten lost in the shuffle,
Beatrice and Vin had slipped away unnoticed

Kathy looked him boldly in the eye.

"Do I have to call you worm or something before you lie down?"
It was an obvious, who was the master that trained Beatrice.
An incredible collection of electrodes, she had,
ones that circle, the head of his dick, holding a small
quarter inch long sparkler, in the center, the electricity
had to travel the entire length of his urethra to complete
the circuit. The piece de resistance, was a compound
sparkler, conductive rubber, non conductive, and more
conductive on the far end, it was self-contained,
no need to stuff bulky electrodes up his ass.
He looked at it with regret, it was six or seven inches long
he had a four inch pecker, Kathy was in no way deterred,
she began to feed it into him, he felt it as it went around
the corner, and passed through his prostate, coming
to rest pushing gently against his bladder sphincter.
He looked down in amazement, the entire monster devise
had disappeared! It was entirely inside his penis!

Kathy picked up the control box with long slender fingers.

He knew what was coming, he had been here before.
He was wrong. But not entirely wrong, the thumping,
bumping current he knew so well, had begun
he would maintain an erection until he starved to death
if they left him shackled like this.
Kathy began slowly to lowered herself onto him,
taking him into her body, it was incredible,
he had lightning, bouncing up and down
on the inside of his dick, while Kathy moved
up and down on the outside, she reached around
with a spare hand, and gently pushed on his testicles
until they disappeared into his body.
He was already shackled , but she pressed down
hard enough, that the only thing he could move was
his eyeballs. With an evil smile on her face,
she began twisting the controls, he was riding a wave
of ever increasing voltages, she kept the current flow
barely, just barely, on his side of the very thin line
that separates pleasure from pain.
He thought she would show mercy for him,
when he climaxed, rattling his chains.
No Mercy was forthcoming, other than a slight reduction
in the voltage, then the relentless progress began again.
Beatrice was making all kinds of noises from the bedroom,
Karl did not even hear her.

Gradually, people began to realize the kingdom had

a Duke and Duchess, events of import worthy of the
unavailable Kings attention, could be safely left
in the hands of the Duke or his Duchess.
There obvious love and loyalty to their monarchs
could not be faked.

The kingdom now had, eight praetorian guards, three Vestal virgins
a Duke a Duchess, and a Prince consort.
___________________

Kathy's old Bartender had not been forgotten, he was now

soul owner of the most exclusive watering hole on the Davis Strait.
Lady Kathy held Court there.
The floor plan was identical to an elegant piano bar half a planet away.
The old Concierge was not forgotten either. After considerable negotiations
he retired from the Grand and accepted a position on the Davis Straight.
___________________

The Prince consort had standing invitation, from the three

Vestal virgins, he never knew which one of the three
would be waiting for him at the Aphrodite club each Friday.
they had some sort of a rotating schedule, he was never
able to figure out

Kathy of course was otherwise engaged on Thursday afternoons.

The three virgins were now Aphrodite club business ladies.

As the master Corporation began spawning sub corporations
like the bathrobe franchise, one of the virgins would be listed
as owner, they were now business ladies. In an increasingly
common move they kept their Venetian Club membership up to
date as well.
Beatrice's social apartheid crumbled.
___________________

They now lived in a six-story penthouse with five bedrooms

on the port side, not terribly far from Beatrice and Carl's
smaller penthouse. They had a maid, a Butler, and a shoffer,
named Charles.
Some of their house guests had faces, recognized by millions.
They had need of a canvas sided golf cart limousine,
a rickshaw would not do.
"Look! Isn't that Charles, with Prince ******* in the back!”

The seven shares of stock Karel had been able to negotiate

were worth more than his small private bank.
Beatrice had two shares making her independently wealthy.
The three Vestal virgins had one share each,
they were financially well-off. Their individual corporations
were rapidly making them wealthy.

Honey Bun seemed unimpressed by it all. He was grumpy,

long ago, when Kathy was a teenage girl, every night
he got to sleep, folded up inside her, like a Swiss Army knife.

Now it was only every other week or so,

Kathy would sleep on her side
with her five months, Honey Bun pregnancy, pushed against
Vin's back, so he could feel the other life, moving within her body.
Married men understand this sort of thing.
Vin was wondering what he was going to do, if that damn
snake, licked his balls again.
___________________

Vin enjoyed his Fridays, sex is an excellent way, for people

of the correct gender to affirm their friendships and
the three Vestal virgins were fine young women.
Sad to say, the first husband and two boyfriends were long gone.
The three young ladies, simply did not have the time
and energy, to maintain a marriage.
Sometimes, on Friday, one of Kathy's administrative
assistants would fill in, if all three virgins were away on business.
And quite often there were.
They had fixed the problem of the billionaire voyeurs and their bribes.

The remaining problem was how to deal with the heavies,

the man who without anyone knowing it, ran the planet.
Lesser want-a-be heavies were no problem, the hotel's
held back a percentage of VIP suites.
It was the true heavies who were the problem.
Vin had an excellent relationship with the world's most elite
ninja rental service in London, actually outside London,
but if you don't know the address in Croydon, you probably don't need to.
His friends kept him with a constantly updated list of
who really and truly mattered in the world.
(They trusted him with their marketing list.)
When someone on this list began making inquiries,
one of the virgins, was dispatched.
The president of Karjackistan would find he had
a 5'2" freckle faced lady with a 4" x 1" vagina as a
house guest for three days, she would gossip with the wife
ride ponies with the children, and of course have sex with
the Lord and Master. He was being judged, not as a stud
but as a person, Kathy long ago had a bartender who did this.
The pass fail system was used there also.
Pass and you, became one of the family,
the ladies of the steering committee, would put
these powerful men up as house guests.
Charging them would have been unthinkable, you do not charge
your good friends, for the use of your lake cabin when you're a way.
Rarely very rarely, the first Virgin, would disappear
and two others would reappear, the fellow
was being given a special test. These rare, rare, few
who were passed on, did not sleep in spare bedrooms
of the steering committee. They slept in one of
Kathy and Vin's spare bedrooms.

Kathy and Vin had no hidden agenda in this, although in hindsight

they probably should have. They gradually
became on first name basis, and friends of those people
who really mattered.

“Your Excellency, the peace negotiations are about to begin,

and oh yes you have a phone call from a Lady Kathy.”

"I'll take the phone call in my study."

"Sergei y'old horse thief, how is it hanging?"

Kathy might or might not say, in fact his name might or might not be Sergei.
___________________

Bathrobes became a fashion statement during Fleet Week,

Vin and Kathy, had designed them. The franchise
was owned by one of the virgins Vin could never
remember which one.
The robes had a marvelous Roman toga, look to them.

During Fleet Week, the normally gentle men must have a necktie
rule is relaxed at fine dinner restaurants.
They will smile at you as you wandered in wearing your bath robe..
Vin did this on purpose once to force the issue, he knew the
restaurant owner and did not like the fellow.
It was worth it to see his expression as he looked up
to see, three hotel owners, a bank owner, and a
Prince consort standing in his oh so snotty restaurant
wearing bathrobes.

They had tried a locker rental system, there was a

slinky cord bracelet for your wrist, that left your locker key dangling.
The lockers were still available for the truly anal retentive.
The solution for most, was to arrived wearing a bathrobe
and toss it onto a gigantic pile.
How do you get your own bathrobe back?
Hey man after twelve hours rubbing your body up against lord knows
how many other bodies, is wearing a slightly used bathrobe
really an issue for you?

Vin was mayor of a town with named streets

The street map was all over the Internet.

You could also order genuine, Fleet Week Roman toga bathrobes
for about ten times what they were worth off the Internet.
Genuine meant there were subtle deferences a trained eye could spot
from ten feet away.
You are either one of the special elite who attend, or you were not.

One of the new street names (appropriately a short cull-de-sac)

was, petite men
Vin could not help but notice the sign had English on top
and Japanese on the bottom.
There was a volunteer Vestal virgin guarding the entrance
you had to stick your manhood, in to a mousetrap
kind of device. If you were too large. You got a buzzer
and a red light from the revolving strobe light on the poll
beside you.
Little Sister, without any sign of embarrassment whatsoever
had presented this plan, complete with slide show graphics and
mousetrap blueprints at a meeting attended by Vin and Kathy.
The motion was carried unanimously.
( Vin and Kathy both agreed.)

Other short street names were visually impaired

and physically challenged
( Wheelchair lady was a local regular. )
Vin developed a casual friendship with her. ( no they never..)

Vin was mayor of a vibrant thriving community,

most of the time he felt more like a spectator than anything else.
He did have the function though, he was head anarchist
his job was to spot any want-a-bee Beatrice's and stomp on them
before they could start over organizing anything.

Anyone picking a college major like "civic planning" should be

quietly led away and shot.
___________________

And unavoidably a street named ==> animals ==>

this was perhaps Vin's biggest political fight, he was never
entirely certain that he had Kathy's support.
Kathy was no more willing to compromise, on principle than Vin was.
Vin's principal was once you start putting a guard on the door
and asking questions where does it stop?
“But, there was a lady with a huge dog last year.”
"So?"
How can women who lay on their backs, and offer themselves
to a thousand men, turn around, and try to get prim
and proper about it?
A compromise was reached, you had to follow
the ==> animals ==> signs down the hall way
to a separate area of the convention center.

Vin found to his amazement, there was a secret

hidden community, like people who arrange dogfights.
It was a carnival crowd, they would tow horse trailers
from one arranged event to another with their animals.
Mostly it was, pay an amazing price, to see a woman fuck
a donkey.
But these people would pimp the donkey if the price was right.
Getting in touch with these folks was not all that difficult
you need to know somebody who knows somebody,
and Vin was getting to know some very strange somebodies.
Convincing them was not terribly difficult, cashiers checks
have that effect on most people.
So the sign above the door read:

animals

Free to the average convention goer perhaps, but not free to Vin,
he had to heavily subsidize, the animal event.
These people did this for a living, and expected to be paid
Vin paid, he viewed it as an investment. It did, however
get him into the livestock business, it was not economically feasible
to pay airfreight on sexually trained donkeys.
When not working they grazed in the same pasture with his cow Elsie.
In very short order Vin found himself the owner of,
donkeys, pigs, sheep, goats, Shetland ponies,
and full-sized horses.
His sex carnival people would fly in a week early,
to refresh the animal training, to be ready
in time for the show.

It was a long slow process, Kathy gradually

got over her shyness. She did not necessarily
always do the grand opening, they both believed
variety was good.
The word passed quickly through the small community
of world-class sexual exhibitionist.
Vin would pay top dollar for a world-class live
sex act for opening night.

Vin came home one day to find his mother-in-law

sitting in the living room. He held out his hand
and they walked in to the bedroom together.

Later that evening. Kathy and her mother,

were sitting together, catching up on old times.
They looked up to see Vin standing there
holding a kitchen chair with a "puppy gotta go pee."
expression, everyone had a good laugh,
he follow the two women into the bedroom
carrying his kitchen chair.
Vin never suggested, never pushed, life was good,
don't repair what ain't broke.

One Fleet Week, they were putting on their

fox Roman togas Vin noticed Honey Bun
was wrapped around Kathy.
"You were planning on telling me weren't you?"
"Of course dear."
"Right after the kickoff?"
"If that's all right with you."
"Anytime is all right with me, as long as you lead
me by the hand so I don't get lost."

Kay became a regular.

She watched her daughter "Do the Honey Bun"
on stage for the kickoff.

One season later, mother and daughter shared

their love for each other, with Honey Buns help,
while sixteen paparazzi maneuvered preserving
every moment.
A brass bed was rolled center stage, Kay, in mother Hubbard
sleeping gown, and stocking cap,
wandered onto the stage, she looked
under the covers.
"Oh, poor snake! you must be freezing!"
She was naked in a flash, the bed
was piled high with cushions, she leaned back
spread Eagle with two feet sticking off either
side of the narrow bed.
Most of the audience watched on the big screens
Honey Bun was indifferent to camera angles
and things like playing to a crowd, but he knew where
to find warmth, Kay remained spread Eagle
as though she had been tied in the position.
Honey Bun did all the work his blunt tale
move closer.
How long can a couple of thousand people
hold their breath?

"Mother!" And outraged squawk, that only daughters

can make to their mothers.

"He is kind of cute."

the snake began raising its head.
Vin had seen it all before, didn't matter.
He could watch this three times a day forever.

The laurel crown, had been hung, on the bed post.

Vin bent and gave each woman in turn

a deep lovers kiss. The cameras loved it.
Kay was holding him by the manhood
while Kathy slipped the laurel crown onto
his head.

He turned and walked to the front of the stage.

"Let the games begin!"

___________________
Kathy was responsible for inventing VIP night.
Vin could tell Kathy was trying to maneuver him around
the way she does she want him to figure out something
he is too stupid to see.
She was growing increasingly frustrated with him.
"Kathy what's bothering you?"
"I will absolutely not fuck a donkey on the stage!"
"I am unable to remember asking you to do so."
She gave him that I married a mental retard look
all married men are familiar with.
bong
Kathy wanted to do a donkey, but not in public.

Ah haugh, easy enough, let us do a big dress rehearsal

with everybody in place the night before.
Should have done this long ago.

Vin explained his plan to Kathy, and got bunny fucked.

And so from this humble beginning, VIP night began,

and in time, morphed into a kind of VIP week
leading up to dress rehearsal night.
Vin was an anarchist so he was instinctively hostile
to any form of elitism. He was not going to have
some form of Beatrice and her good buddies trying
to get all the gravy for a select few
So things were billed as a dress rehearsal.
Vin should have known better, he had to post armed guards
on all the doors.
But how do you keep anything secret
from the people who actually run the world?
There was a noticeable up tick in interest from the
Who's Who crowd.
Many but not all, of these people only did VIP
and went home.
(People with faces, recognized by millions especially.)
There were 13 ladies on the steering committee, Vin
could call in favors, from others (he knew a banker
with a spare bedroom) so they decided they would
sell eight video licenses, and give away twenty
secret VIP kits.
Vin and Kathy were truly just trying to avoid pissing off,
people you should try real hard to avoid pissing off.

But things have a way of taking on a life of their own.

Vin could tell Kathy was bothered, she was

having trouble with her invitation list. She couldn't invite
everyone otherwise hell with it, just do the donkey
on day one.

Vin offered a suggestion, only invite people like

Karl and Beatrice, that she would enjoy
sharing with.
Kathy smiled, nodded, kissed him on the nose
and began writing.

They really and truly were not trying to take over the world.
They would have done things differently had thought it through.
Kathy had long since assigned one of her administrative
assistants full-time to dealing with her invitations.
It had gotten totally out of hand, it was like
a an Internet dating service, the administrative assistants,
loaded things into web pages, complete with photographs,
Kathy would go through, grading them one to ten on the first pass
and then making her final selections on the second path.

Once Beatrice broke the ice and made it possible

for society women to reverse the process, Vin was swamped
as well, Kathy offered her services of her girls
with there stud list web pages, Vin gratefully accepted.

They fell into a curious sort of routine, they reserved

one day a week for themselves. The first thing they
would do, is sit naked side-by-side working through
there stud list web pages, setting up their
sexual calendar for the coming week.
About once a month, they would trade places
each picking the others sex partners.
By the time they had finished this, they were both
horny as hell, and ran into the bedroom holding hands.

Everyone comments on the Ladies Clubs, because

they are so visible. What is less visible, is
wife swapping. This had gone on before Lazarus
and got a shot in the arm post Lazarus.
Open swapping is a mini orgy on the living room floor.
Closed swapping is what the Ladies Clubs do.
Mr Smith would drive his lady over to the Jones
and they would drive Mrs Jones back to his bedroom.

The danger of course, with small swapping groups, is

if you cut Lazarus off and make an Island, Lazarus
gets real unhappy real quick.
Most people take no chances, they do both.
This is why holiday destinations like the Davis Strait
are so popular post Lazarus.
An endless source of conversation is
what Lazarus will let you get away with.
It is pretty much accepted, that one tourist a week
will keep you healthy.
Tourists know this, it's nice to be wanted.

It took a couple of Fleet Weeks (six months) before

most people figured it out, if you were at the
wife swapping level of friendship, with Kathy and
Vin, you got to be a VIP in a big way.
It's nice to be wanted, but Vin was beginning to wonder
how long before he would need praetorian guards himself.
 [ 31. Sensei ]

Vin had budgeted a great deal of time and money to finding the man he needed.
He went way over budget in both areas. It was a repeat of the European
"Buy a title of nobility." scam.
"Continue handing me bank notes of various denominations until
my fingers become fatigued, maybe something will come to me."
"Yes I do remember a name, go see this person."
Always to be mistaken for an imbecile, ah, but such a rich imbecile!
Slowly but surely Vin clawed his way to the top of the food chain.

At last.
"Well, there is a man with a small dojo in Okinawa."
A short pause.
"But he does not deal with, er, ah, foreigners."

Vin began stalking Sensei , he would be there already at the bathhouse,

he would be there already at the grocery store.
Vin seemed content to spend his entire day meditating beside
the footpath so Sensei would see him as he passed.
Only after Sensei retired for the night, did Vin retreat to his
motel in a nearby village.
This went on for about a week.

Finally, one morning, Sensei halted before Vin,

he spoke out of the side of his mouth, not even turning to face him.
In surprisingly good English he said "Be at my dojo at fourteen hundred hours."

Vin arrived on time carrying his bokon, as a Londoner would carry a copy of the Times.

Sensei was doing calligraphy, as he noticed the shadow in his doorway, he carefully
put his brush down, and walked slowly to the wall, he returned with a
sai in each hand, he did not bow.
"Begin.."
Vin began with number one cut, high and outside, on a line from the right collarbone
to the left hip socket, Sensei was not there.
"Continue."
If Vin tried the same technique more than once, he was rewarded with bruised ribs.
He was being expertly tested for a second or third dan.
Finally, a continue command came and he could not.
Vin dropped his bokon, he bowed parallel to the floor.
Vin held his bow as the sais were replaced, finally, the Master bowed to him,
they straighten together.

"You wish me to train you?"

"Regrettably no, Sensei , I have ashigaru who need to be trained, and other
duties prevent me from .... " he trailed off
ah, a Gaijin daimyo!
"I will need to see these men."
"Yes of course, I have extensive training facilities, if you should agree,
you're better students will be able to continue their training without interruption."

A most interesting Gaijin!

"Do you need time to make travel plans?"
Sensei was a widower.
"No,"
"0800 hours tomorrow?"
"I will be there."
The hired Toyota with driver was at the dojo on time the following morning.
Vin climbed out to hold the door open. Vin had not attempted to hire
a stretch limousine, feeling it would be counterproductive.

It was a long ride to the airport, the two men, sat calmly saying nothing.

Sense's eyebrow raised imperceptibly, as he saw the supersonic

intercontinental Grumman business jet.
Not a minor Gaijin daimyo!
He silently surrendered his canvas gym bag to the copilot.

The stewardess was a work of art, Japanese geisha in kimono.

Watching her serve them white tea, was as pleasant as drinking it.
Sensei briefly wondered what would happen if he demanded
the ladies, services as part of his free.
He concluded correctly he would be presented with with an unneeded,
expensive to maintain granddaughter, who would complicated his life unduly.
Still, she did have the most beautiful fingers.

The airplane accelerated at an impressive rate and continued climbing

until the sky turned black, and the stars came out.

Either the aircraft throttles had been adjusted, or the meal service
had been modified.
Sensei concluded the aircraft had been instructed not to intrude.
Sensei noticed Vin used chopsticks with the casual dexterity that
only comes from a lifetime of use.
Their meal had been an exquisitely elaborate, perfect production.

Sensei gradually became aware that the sky was now blue, and the engines
more relaxed.
The pilot was ex-Navy and had never flown anything but Grumman's
he was making the classical counterclockwise death spiral naval aviators are famous for.
They approached a tiny floating toothpick, in the middle of a vast ocean.
Seeing as host unashamedly tightening his seatbelt Sensei followed suit.
The silk smooth landing could only have been accomplished by:
SETAUTOLAND=TRUE computer code, somewhere inside the
mind of the aircraft.

They were met at the gate by a chauffeur driving a golf cart with canvas,
sides, carefully rolled up and tied in place, in proper tropical resort fashion.

The ride to the Intercontinental Hotel was uneventful.

Once there, they engaged in an oh so genteel game of rugby.
Guests, especially guests who had booked, concierge suites,
simply, do not carry their own luggage.
Their efforts were in vain.

Sensei triumphantly tossed his canvas gym bag to the center of the bed,
he dismissed his servants with a glance, and did not even look, at the
marble room surrounding him, though it was larger than his dojo.

"Dojo?" Vin asked

"Dojo." was the answer to his question.

Sensei was beginning to enjoy his time with Vin, two Zen Masters
on a quiet stroll through the forest together, few words were exchanged,
few words needed to be.

As they approached their "stretched limousine" a London Bobbie who had

obviously been guarding it, gave Vin a totally correct sandhurst salute,
appropriate for a general officer.
Vin returned the salute with precise correctness.

"You hold military rank?"

"Brigadier General." Vin replied without emotion.
"I also." Sensei replied with a smile.
( Sensei held a reserve rank, he retired a colonel, and was given his
silver star and a reserve commission at that time. )

They headed aft, down the grand promenade, Sensei watched

with mild interest, he had seen Fifth Avenue before.
P2 held more interest for him, he enjoyed El Camino Real,
in the People's Republic of California.
In P3 he laughed openly as they passed "Ye O'le Opium Den"
with it's milling tourists, waiting to be photographed.
His host clearly understood political reality, by maintaining a small
enough population, it was possible to escape political predation.
Above a certain critical mass of population, professional politicians
took notice and begin gathering, to steal, wealth and liberty.

A few crooked turns, down an alley, up a cargo elevator, and across

a high bridge, a beautiful yacht harbor to the left, an open ocean
to the right.
And up the starboard side grand promenade, it was, what
Yankee Gaijins, call a "strip shopping mall" lots of fast food
and cheerful anonymous crowds.
The sort of place a 5 foot smiling Buddha, could blend in and be accepted..

They continued on for a kilometer or so, then up a ramp,

more corners and alleys, finally, they drew up
before a bamboo wall.
Surely not a geisha house here?

The First Lady in immaculate kimono, opened the gate and bowed.

She addressed Vin, in the most elegant and cultured Kyoto Japanese possible.
"So soon after a large lunch, would Vin and his honorable guest,
enjoy tea in the bathhouse?"
(One area where Vin departed knowingly from Japanese manners,
was he preferred the California tradition, of eating and drinking
while soaking, he also preferred white to green tea.)
Vin did not answer he turned to his guest, with a slightly raised eyebrow.
Sensei returned, a Kyoto perfect bow first to Vin, then to First Lady.
They were led to the bathhouse.

Time passed, Sensei was returning from visiting the facilities, when
Vin asked him, if he would enjoy a tour.
Bath attendant ladies magically appeared with clean dry robes.
First Lady was tour guide,

Through sliding doors was a small elegant restaurant, visible

outside, in the immaculate garden, was a small hut, a
formal tea house.
More doors lead to a private residence, the home of
an Abbott, and six monks.
The Abbott took over as tour guide.
The Abbott took him through an entryway and into
a perfect Rinzai Zen Temple.
Of course Rinzai his host was no more Soto that he was!

Their new tour guide was leading them through steppingstones

placed carefully on the immaculately raked gray gravel
of the formal Zen Garden.
To put a careless footprint into the gravel, would be the equivalent of squirting,
shaving foam on the Mona Lisa.

Geisha houses have a long history of hidden gates,

even though he was looking for it Sensei could not see this one,
until the Abbott's fingers, were centimeters from the concealed latch.
The gate gave them access to an industrial building outside
the bamboo enclosed geisha compound.

The industrial building concealed,

A dojo. One of only three in the world.
Sensei had visited the other two.
One was a museum, visited only by gawking tourists with no appreciation
of what they were looking at.
The second was used, only seasonally, as masters practiced, and polishing
techniques to be used in the upcoming national tournament.
And the third?
He was standing on it.
Sensei hastily removed his sandals,
He turned to bow, as an equal, to Vin.

"I will train your retainers." he declared

Vin's bow was two centimeters lower, he was guest here.

Vin showed, Sensei the easy way back to the temple,

there was a spare room, adjacent to the Abbott's,
identical in size to the Abbott's Spartan living quarters.

A messenger was dispatched to the intercontinental,

to collect the canvas gym bag.

__________________

Aw yes the praetorian guards.

Eight potbellied retired police officers, had been transformed,
into bronze muscled Greek gods.
Dangerous steroids, were now miraculously complex medications.
You want to be Incredible Hulk? Take a whole bottle.
Arnold Schwarzenegger? Five tabs a day.
A Greek God? Three.
Skin tone, you want to be African? Take lots.
An Arab? Take less.
A Bronze Greek God? Start with three, see me in a week.

They had been separated from their wives, and placed

and an army barracks "For three weeks or so."
like most cops, they had all done basic training.
Vin rousted them, at dawn, to go jogging,
three of them vomited.
Good God man, if any of us wanted to be Rangers,
we would have volunteered for Ranger school.
He had them of course, the wives were house hunting
all atwitter.
"Honey we will have to return to the mainland, I am
not as much a man, as the others."
Within a week, none of them were vomiting.
This is not so bad, run and lift weights.

Vin had a black belt on his Gi.

No sweat we learn some new blocks, punches and kicks,
just like basic training.
Wrong!
Vin led them into a tatami mat dojo complete with Sensei.
Vin was there only to assist.
The Sensei spent about an hour throwing them around,
initially, they pulled their punches, he was only about
five feet tall.
After awhile they got mad and actually did try to hit and kick him.
One at a time, two at a time, three at a time.
It soon became obvious, if they all rushed him at once,
it would only force him to hurt them.
The small smiling man, was not showing them how good,
he was, he was showing them how much they needed to learn.
And this little brown coconut Buddha treated Vin with respect!
They looked at Vin in awe.
He rewarded them with the rest of the day off.

One surprise after another, the Sensei viewed the Aikido

used on day one as incidental, he would show them
how to throw three hundred pound men about like rag dolls
but they were here to learn weapons, barehanded fighting
had its place, but what sort of idiot would misplace his weapon?
Their fancy high-tech weapon?
A one Sensei long piece of bamboo, maybe twenty or 30 mm in diameter.
Fatter than they had anticipated, and shorter.

They did not see Vin for weeks on end, he would join them for the morning run,
then disappear.
After about six months Vin reappeared, he was dressed in,
a black pajama kind of outfit, he was carrying a wood toy sword.
Someone had made a samurai sword out of wood, so children
could play without hurting themselves.

Vin and the Sensei exchanged formal bows, Vin's bow

was about 2 cm deeper, without knowing precisely how
they had learned to judge this sort of thing.
If any of them gave the Sensei a similar bow,
he would turn them into a yo-yo and treated the class to a half
hour yo-yo demonstration.

They were to make their Sensei proud and show

their skills for the honor of the dojo. They were to
attack Vin and his toy sword, with their short quarter staffs

Lady Kathy would look at them with pity, if they hurt Vin
so, they were careful, besides, they had learned dozens
of clever tricks. The Sensei will be proud.

It was day one all over again, eight panting man, with
horrible realization. They could rush him simultaneously,
four of them would go to the hospital, the other four
would need ace bandages and horse liniment,
none of them would remain standing.

Vin stuck his "toy" sword, through his sash, with the fluid
display of muscle memory, that could not be acquired
in less than a decade, he did it, unconsciously,
not even glancing down, he bowed to them, they were
not sure how deeply, as they were bowing parallel to the floor.

They had invested eighteen months of pain and bruises

only to get to the point that Sensei, considered them
worthy beginners. They felt honored.

One day, there were new short staffs, modeled

to look like spears of antiquity, with spearheads the
size of artichokes, in proportion to the fat spear shaft.
Someone had spent considerable time and energy on these,
at first glance they were movie props, some doofus would hold,
at a production of Aida.
Modern composite construction, obviously it could be
made much lighter than it was.
It was heavy because it was an accurate model of a real weapon.
Amazement, there were eight of them, with their names on each.
After two years of work, they had graduated to a new level.

A few months later, the process was repeated.

Their suspicions were confirmed, there was a real weapon.
with their painfully acquired muscle memory, they hefted
their individual weapons.
In every soldiers training is this happy day.
As in every basic training there was protocol to be observed,
you disassemble, you clean you reassemble, you start over again.
How was it Sensei could be a master of so obscure a weapon?
None of them had courage to ask.

You could stand around with one of these all day

at an opera production, and no one would give you a second glance.
But it was definitely not what it appeared to be.
At the very bottom, was a hole about 50 caliber in diameter.
Disassembly revealed, a dry reflex silencer, a short barrel,
a 45 caliber gun assembly, all kinds of electronics, electronic gun sights,
and pistol grips, that swung into place, like the landing gear
on an airplane.
At the very top was the Spear point, eighteen blades all razor-sharp.
You could hurt yourself real easy, real bad with something like this.
At the base of the Spear point, was a push to talk button.
From the casual standing at attention position one could talk
into a concealed microphone.

All of them, saw it pretty much at the same time, naked men
have trouble hiding guns at a nudist colony.
Praetorian guards with their comic opera spears,
were armed to the teeth and no one knew it.
They began smiling at each other, Sensei, shared their smiles.
Their normal duties continued all through their training, and there was
no special training four times a year when the show was on.
But when they were not working or helping host a convention,
they trained.
 [ 32. VIP ]

Vin was escorting a VIP, to the convention center,

generally he only did this, for his own house guests.

As VIP had a leopard, protocol demanded that Vin

was entitled to a Pretoria.
The leopard noticed a small item of historical trivia,
his patron had overlooked, the helmet crest identified
this Praetorian as the tribunus laticlavus,
second in command of the legion, they were being honored.

Charles held the door for them, immaculately attired as always.

he never went inside, he was a deeply religious man.

The Lazarus virus had removed many scourges, plaguing mankind,

including teenagerism A car filled with drunken teenage had
taken his beloved wife of 40 years from him, only weeks after
Lazarus had made it possible for her to live for ever.
She had been one of the leaders, reaching out to other
churches in the community, to found a faith based a Ladies Club,
where proper Christian ladies, would never be forced to
behave inappropriately.
Charles was sitting at home, absentmindedly opening bereavement cards,
one was from the Lady Kathy, hoping he and his wife were well,
announcing she had need of a chauffeur, but would leave the position,
unfilled, until Charles indicated he did not want it.

The main entry doors opened on to main street, which ran

straight as an arrow bifurcating a town built of thousands and thousands
of closed cell, foam wrestling mats.
To either side of Main Street were at latest one thousand pink mats.
Street signs were everywhere.
Signs in many languages, giving useful tourist information.
Pink: supine female, single vaginal only, missionary position, no fisting.

Fleet Week was a unique in the world convention, it had no registration,

no identity documents to be picked up, at preconvention registration.
Still attendees were encouraged to stake their preference, so an adequate number
of mats the proper color could be placed on the floor, awaiting their arrival.

The truly twisted clicked on ==> animals ==> goats

and were amazed with a no joke, honest screen
==> select type and sex of goat.
( There was images for people who had never seen an angora goat. )

Vin had done this standard tour so many times he could do it with his eyes closed.
At the petite men cull-de-sac, Vin leering, stuck two fingers, into
the mousetrap, and was rewarded with a buzzer and a flashing red light.

They passed many more street signs, requiring little if any comment,
big men (another much larger mousetrap), handicapped, colostomy's,
visually impaired.

There were color-coded neighborhoods, brown, anal, with signs

warning of legal consequences of a wandering from this neighborhood to others
without considering hygiene.
( There were concealed casino cameras watching for such sociopath behavior. )

White mats, for strange ladies, who like to pull oral sex trains.
Blue for double vaginal, black for double anal.
Everything you could imagine plus 85% more you could not possibly imagine.

At the exact center of the foam mat town, was a number of gold in mats
protected by velvet theater ropes and a sign that said,

reserved for crew members of NV Yakima.

Eventually, they had walked the entire length of Main Street, and come to the far wall
Vin explained
Green mats are for exhibitions, don't have sex on one of these, unless you are
comfortable having neighbors and co-workers recognize your smiling face on the
Internet.

To the left was a line of manufacturers with convention booths, early on Vin had
subsidized this, now is self-sustaining, each booth more elaborate than its
neighbor.
Unrestrained capitalism is marvelous to behold.
The P.E.S. people with one hundred and one ways to electrify human genitalia
always had a crowd.

Beyond the manufacturers, down to a short hallway, like any good

Midwestern County fair, was the livestock exhibition pavilion.

"So the woman lies on her back, in the swing?"

"Yes, she controls the action completely, the horse, or bull

just stands there, the object is to prevent over penetration.
Women have died this way, our London insurance underwriter,
was most intrigued, by the highly detailed list of 'accidents'
we wish to insure against.
They sent several teams of observers to make sure they understood
all aspects of the risk."
That last line always got a chuckle from Vin's audience,
the image of seven or eight London businessman, wearing nothing
but their bowler hats while observing a lady and a horse,
was an image worthy of framing and hanging on the wall.

"So, there are women, who have no trouble, with a full sized animal?"

Vin raised one eyebrow.

The tip of Vi P's ear blushed pink.
He turned rapidly to the next device.

"This is different, the horse collar here prevents over penetration,

this control ." Vin fished the unit out of its hiding place of the straw.
"Is for the concealed electric motors. The screws move the horse collar
backwards and forwards, the woman controls depth of penetration
in real time, as the donkey fucks her."

"During VIP week, we often have couples reserve this room

for private parties."

Vin saw VIP consider it for several hundred milliseconds.

Another rapid turn.

"Over here we have more farm animals."

"Buster! I hardly ever get to see you anymore!"

A small black object, launched itself vertically like a 120 millimeter mortar.
Vin snatched the rapidly moving object from the air with an expertly
timed bear hug.
"Meet Buster, he is an Asian pot bellied pig."
"Here pet him, he won't bite, he likes to have his ears scratched."
"They make great house pets."
"His pecker is like a small corkscrew, no bigger than your social finger."
"Buster can pleasure the most petite of the ladies."

"Over here, we have a sheep, more accurately a ram."

"Go ahead pet him, he won't bite, they make them out of blankets."
"Most amazingly strong neck muscles doesn't he?"
"Of all of the animals, sheep are the closest to humans, on the
genital compatibility scale."
"This guy can bring pleasure, to any woman, who will accept his company."
“Over here we have the canines ....”

They were interrupted by a banging noise behind them.

It would have been impolite to keep their backs turned to her.
A lady VIP had instructed the staff to help her into the
donkey apparatus, she had ignored the numerous arm,
wrist and ankle restraints available to her,
obviously preferring a good donkey fuck, to a donkey rape.
The donkey was in position and was beginning to thrust,
the woman arched her back in obvious pleasure,
holding down the button allowing for
ever increasing amounts of penetration.
Impossible to tell whether the woman or the donkey
was receiving the greater pleasure.
Donkeys are not long timers, the act was finished
fairly quickly.
She reached down with both hands and gently stroked the animal.
"Nice donkey, nice donkey!"

"Follow me, I forgot to show you, the 'STAFF ONLY' line."

The volunteers saw them coming and hopped up
on their St. Andrews Crosses, a quick push with there
wrists caused the spring loaded wrought iron restraints to close.

Vin finished quickly, and stepped out of the way, to make room
for his praetorian guard. Vin heard a thunk and turned around
there was a fake plastic elephants foot umbrella holder,
the spear was upright in it, Vin smiled. There is no pleasure
quite like having a good staff that does not bother you with petty details.

"Gentlemen, that is the show, I am sure you can manage better,

without me holding your hand." he was address all three
but obviously his words were for VIP.

"If there are no questions, I will bid you Adieu."

"Actually, I do have a question."

"Yes"
"The spears your guards carry, they are not what they appear to be?"
( VIP was the defense minister of his nation. )
"You are most observant."
"Follow me to the center of the room, we will demonstrate."

They walked about half way down Main Street and stopped.
"You may have noticed the push to talk button near the spear head ?"
Vin nodded and the praetorian swung the spearhead close
like early Elvis on stage, he pushed the button.
"Calling all cars, calling all cars."
VIP and leopard both, noticed all the other praetorian guards
raise their heads simultaneously and looked around.
Mastoid bone graft microphones! Very good.
The red button was pushed vigorously this time.
A chrome plated eighteen inch bayonet, leap out of the top
of the spear point, with a clang, and locked into position.

Both men saw the immediate effect on the guard force,

the spear had obviously sent some sort of a general quarters
alarm, as part of its transformation, a pack of smiling
St. Bernard's, had morphed into a tense pack of a Rottweilers.
Two of them were watching with laser intensity, the other
Rottweilers had turned outwards, each taking a cardinal point
on the compass, scanning for external threats.

A second nod, form Vin and two parts of the weapon,

were grasped simultaneously and twisted in opposite directions
in a rapid " ring the chicken neck" motion.
Many things have simultaneously, like landing gear
on a Lear Jet deploying.
The transformed weapon was laid on top of the praetorians
collarbone like a bazooka, spearhead pointed aft.

"What caliber?" VIP asked

".45 ACP"
"An excellent caliber, but what about distant targets?"
(VIP was obviously a 9mm weenie.)
"Range the heater vent." Vin instructed.
At the far end of the huge room about 25 feet up the wall
was a 1 meter square stainless steel grate.

While looking through his fold out holographic gun sight,

the praetorian carefully pushed on the grip safety
of his swing down pistol grip.
" One hundred seventy two meters."
"Prepared to engage."
"A burst or single shot?"
My God, damn thing was a submachine gun!
"Single shot."
The range finding thumb carefully slid around,
the back of the trigger and begin pushing,
the trigger moved forward slightly,
and stopped with an audible click.
Good Lord, a single set trigger!
"Engage."
It took about 1.3 heartbeats as you can
not force yourself upon a set trigger,
you must make love to them.
The whump, was louder than Hollywood would
have you believe, but not so loud that anyone but
the four of them noticed.
441 milliseconds later there was a clang, as the
steel grate took a center mass hit.

A nod from Vin and the lethal weapon, once more

was transformed into a comic opera stage prop,
leopard watched out of the corner of his eyes,
as the Rottweilers morphed back into
happy St. Bernard's.

"I assume this is to fix your enemy, while superior

forces you have in reserve, maneuver to destroy him?"
The defense minister observed pointing at the spear.

"If I denied it, you won't believe me." Vin observed dryly.

Leopard, having had his nose rubbed in, double checked

their surroundings, there were hundreds of street signs.
Each with an antique butter churn base.
Bloody hell, there was room enough in their for a
Bren gun, and a Tommy Gun!
Leopard would have been pleased to know how close he came.
Being Yanks they had a BAR with green tipped armor piercing
30.06.
He was right about the Tommy Gun, with a one hundred round "C" drum
nothing with the possible exception of a flamethrower is better for crowd control.
The bloop gun was for anyone rude enough to crash the party in a power suit.
The assault rifle was to back everybody else up.

Vin was pleased, news would spread rapidly in the right circles,
leopards would assure their clients.
"You are safer at Fleet Week, than you are at home in bed."

"Gentlemen if I don't get home soon with with my quart of milk

and dozen eggs, I will be sleeping on the sofa!"
 [ 33. Can I borrow your wife? ]

Life on board Davis Strait, fell into an almost routine,

the staff ran things for the most part, Vin and Kathy
were able to take three week vacations, occasionally.
Sometimes, they shared their vacation with Kathy's mother.
Kay, was by this time, an accomplished world traveler.

Kay was a regular at Fleet Week, every other year or so

Kathy and Kay would do the Honey Bun, while the crowd went wild.
Kathy only did about one in four opening nights,
Kathy was perfectly content to let other share the limelight.

Their Thursday night, wife swapping, continue to bring

pleasure to everyone involved. Any event, where
Kathy and Beatrice were both involved was guaranteed
to be a social success.
There are not twenty female babies born into the world
each year, with Beatrice's genetics, young girls destined to grow into
world-class beauties.
Beatrice was by far and away the most beautiful woman
on board, add to this the fact that she was probably the best fuck on board,
and you have a lady, who could liven up any wife swapping get together.
With Kathy there as well, you have a world-class event.

Vin was convinced Beatrice had gone insane.

There was body piercing, but this was ridiculous.
Beatrice had about twenty gold rivets in her outer lips,
they were hollow rivets, she had a bright red cotton boot lace
threaded through them in a zigzag pattern.
Her vagina looked like a laced up work of boot!
"Can someone untie me please, Carl laces me up,
so other men can't have me." she declared sweetly.
The closest man fell to his knees, and with trembling hands,
began untying the shoe lace.
Vin felt a momentary flash of jealousy, regretting he had not been standing closer.

Vin went and had sex with Kathy, while Karel stood second in line.
All the other man lined up for Beatrice, all the other women
stood in a semi circle and watched. After Beatrice had serviced
all the men once, the party degenerated into a general
free for all.
As is always the case with orgies that have a one to one sex ratio,
there comes a point when there is a lull in the action.
They women are good to go, but the men are not.

At this point, Little Sister got up and left the room, no one took notice
The three Vestal virgins were regulars, all three attended
Thursday nights, when they were in town.
She returned with a cat box, and laid on her back,
on a big square Ottoman and spread her slender legs wide.
It was Buster, the potbellied Asian pig, it was obvious
from watching that she and Buster had done this before.

The lull in the action was over, the room was filled
with madly fornicating couples.

Through all the years, Beatrice had continued visiting

Vin and Kathy one afternoon a week, as she had been ordered
to do long ago, by her then sadistic husband.
(He once tried to rescind the order, Beatrice just stared at him.)

Every week it was something different, although once or twice a year

the old ironing board, and kitchen chair, where there for old times sake.
Sometimes, Vin would slowly, fist the two most sexually desirable
women on board, sometimes they would tie him to the ironing board.
Never the same thing twice. Once they substituted Kay,
for Kathy, it took Beatrice some time to discover the deception.

Their first afternoon, after Beatrice had her mutilation, there were
fascinated by her gold boot lace fixtures, they had threaded
two sparklers through each side, and where sending thumping jolts
of low voltage current through her labia.
Vin was convinced Beatrice was going to pass out,
or turn herself inside out.
He penetrated her suddenly, as her back was arched,
and she was making gurgling sounds.
Kathy gave the duty cycle control knob a good tweak
to coincide with his balls thumping against her.

Later, the three of them were in bed propped up on pillows

with their arms about each other,
Kathy was leaning forward slightly so she could see Beatrice over Vin's chest.

"You know Beatrice you could do opening night."

"You really think so?"
Kathy and Vin turned and looked at her without saying a word.
Slowly, she gave an almost imperceptible nod.
"Alright everybody out of bed, clothes on, follow me" Kathy declared

Vin's animal business, like everything else to do with Fleet Week,

had evolved over time.
The numbers and types of animals had increased,
there were now full-time animal trainer/handlers as well as veterinarians.
Davis straight now had a full-time zoo, which was
unbelievably popular, Vin was tempted to charge admission.

Like all trade shows, Fleet Week is folded up and put

into storage, awaiting the next show.
The animal exhibition equipment, was the exception to this rule,
the animals needed a once or twice per month, refresher
course, so they did not forget their training.
With the larger animals this is a safety issue.
The animal equipment, lived in a starboard side warehouse.
Vin had a pretty good idea, where they were headed, but when he
heard Kathy on the phone
"Yes meet us there, and can you bring your friend Dan?"
( Kathy and Dan had been good friends for a long time)
Vin was sure of their destination.

There were two kitchen chairs on either side of the donkey machine.
Vin and Kathy sat and stared at Beatrice, they did not tell her
she had to do this, they didn't say a word. They just looked at her.
After the longest time, she let out a deep sigh, and lay down on the pad,
trembling slightly.
Kathy found the control under the straw and adjusted the penetration
to about 50%.
Any woman who derives pleasure from being fisted
it is in no danger from a donkey, as long as the animal is prevented from
lunging in balls deep.
Kathy had fisted Beatrice several times and had a pretty good idea what Beatrice
could take.
The donkey named Dan was led up, he was a well trained,
gentlemanly donkey.
Bonobos are the most oversexed of the great apes,
donkeys are probably the most oversexed of the ruminants.
But Dan was well trained, he knew females needed foreplay,
and gentlemen donkeys were expected to hold off until this
necessary precondition was met.
After a brief sniff, which caused Beatrice's pubic hair,
to move in the breeze, in went about twelve inches of tongue.
After about ten or twelve strokes the tongue was removed,
and the tip began making rapid cat drinking water
motions against Beatrice's clitoris.
Beatrice was bouncing up and down and moaning, she had morphed,
from "I will submit" to "Stick it in there and be quick about it!"

She would have helped the donkey inside, but Vin

was holding her right-hand, and Kathy her left.
There was no need, Dan had done this before,
he mounted her, and actually entered her at
less than full speed. Although he was soon
pumping away for all he was worth.
Kathy was holding down the penetrate more deeply
button with her other hand, this was not as dangerous
as it seemed, Beatrice was not tied down,
she could simply scoot back, if she ran out of room.

The next week, as they did several times per year,

Vin and Kathy invited Karl and Beatrice
"Over for sex."
They were waiting outside the front door
with there stretched limousine, it was a short ride to the warehouse district.

Karel couldn't contain himself.

He had Kathy bend over as he took her from behind,
they both watched as the donkey was led away, and Vin slid in to
the donkey machine on top of Beatrice,
she folded her long legs around him, as they
kissed deeply as lovers, and began fucking each other silly,
donkey semen squirting out of Beatrice with each of Vin's thrusts.

Later, at opening night, Karel strode onto the stage

wearing Vin's straw Carnival Barker's hat.
There was a sudden intake of breath, there were
many locals in the crowd, and Karel was recognized.

"Ladies and gentlemen, brought to you at great expense

from an OTEC that diplomatic considerations will not
allow me to identify.
We have for your pleasure a lovely and naïve lady!"
Karel held out his hand.
Beatrice walked into the limelight, she was wearing
a gold robe, like a lady prizefighter, or more likely
a lady porno queen.
Karel helped her out of her robe, and casually
tossed it into the darkness to his right.

Beatrice turned and faced the crowd squatting slightly

in the classical "fuck me" pose.
Concealed and hand held paparazzi cameras, illuminated her
laced up work boot vagina.
The image filled one entire thirty foot high screen, directly above her.
"Will you please untie me, my sick fuck husband
ties me up, so other men cannot pleasure me."
"Well, why do you put up with him?"
The local crowd was hysterical at this point.
The discussion for years had been, what do the best fuck
and the worst fuck on board see in each other.

"You must be tense after that, you need something

to relax you."
"Yes."
The stage lighting was coming up slowly,
making a donkey machine, visible, center stage
"What is that?"
"It is a deep body vibration, relaxation machine."

The crowd twittered.

"How does it work?"
"Well, lie down here and I will show you."
The machine had way more bondage equipment
than was absolutely necessary,
a strap and buckle for the foot, the ankle, the shin,
the thigh, forearm, wrist, upper arm, and forehead
An electric chair has less bondage equipment.

"Are you sure this will relax me?"

"Oh yes!"

Dan did, the tongue, and the cat drinks water

on the love button, Beatrice restrained
as she was with arching her back and moaning.

There is a timeless instant when a crowd transitions

into a mob. That instant occurred, while Beatrice
was arching her back.
These were Caligula's contemporaries, waiting
to see a slave girl disemboweled by sexually trained animals.

Beatrice did the donkey, straining against her restraints

attempting to match the animal thrust for thrust.
The mob was making that mindless ooooh sound
that mobs make.

Beatrice had been slowly and methodically buckled

and belted in place, half a dozen naked stagehands
rushed forward, she was free in an instant.

She bounced to her feet, and led Karel by the manhood

front and center.
The cameras zoomed in on her still dilated womanhood
and glistening thighs.
She had donkey juice running to her knee, on one side
and dripping off her ankle on the other side.

"Kneel before me, or I'll crush your testicles, and make you
clean me with your tongue."
Karel knelt.
From behind her back, Beatrice produced the
Golden plastic Roman emperors, Laurel leaf crown.
She put it on Karel's head.
Karel staggered to his feet.
They both bowed to the crowd.
Karel in his best tenor said:

"Let the games begin!"

___________________________

A couple of months later, Vin asked Karel

if he could borrow his wife.
"Sure, no problem, when will you be bringing her back?"
"Right after opening night."
"Oh."
Kathy asked Karel, if he knew, what they were planning,
Karel admitted he didn't have a clue.
They practiced their routine in private, and refused
to discuss it with anyone.
They couldn't use Beatrice's outfit from home,
Karel would notice it was missing instantly.
The only way Beatrice and Karel had sex was if
Beatrice was in her full boat, dominatrix outfit.

Beatrice was not a sadist, she had suffered under one

and would die before becoming a true sadist her self.
That did not mean however, she did not enjoy
dressing the part, she was almost six feet tall,
excruciatingly beautiful, with long black hair
that hung to her waist.
With all the stored paraphernalia on board they had no trouble
finding her a replacement outfit, and no trouble
finding what Vin needed as well.
Finding the three smaller outfits was harder
they had to be specially ordered.
The model airplane part was even easier to find.

Post Lazarus there is absolutely no stigma attached to

wife swapping, it is a perfectly acceptable alternative
to the Ladies Club, some people do not even patronize
Ladies Clubs, trusting that someone in their group
will, keeping them all on Lazarus "good boys and girls"
list.
Lazarus doesn't care.
People talk, in fact, everybody on board was talking,
"What pray tell were Vin and Beatrice, up to?"
There were as many theory's as there were Davis Straight citizens.
No one even came close.
___________________________

Opening night of Beatrice walked to center front stage

as though she owned the world, at that moment she certainly
owned the crowd.
There was hushed awe and amazement,
at her nine inch stiletto heels.
Beatrice towered over two meters above the convention floor,
she had her black dominatrix bra that supported her breasts magnificently,
her erect nipples protruding through the openings in the center, like twin gun barrels.
She had on the expected black fishnet stockings.
But what had been focused attention of the paparazzi
cameras, and the eyes of the front row crowd
it was her crotch.
She was not laced up like a work boot.
It was Vin's idea, but after they tried it, Beatrice wondered
why she had not thought of it herself.
They had cut up an enormous rubber band, that is sold
for rubber band powered airplanes.
The long piece of rubber was threaded through Beatrice's
shoe lace grommets, the loops between each grommet
were stretched over to hooks placed on her fishnet
chaps.
The effect was unbelievably obscene.
The rubber bands pulled Beatrice's labia out into
a world-class butterfly, only her inner lips
kept the audience from seeing half way to her tonsils.

Beatrice stood there for a long time, allowing the audience

to get an eye full.
Gradually the audience became aware Beatrice was not alone,
the three virgins were flanking her, wearing identical dominatrix
outfits.
The three sisters did not have holes punched in their labia,
metal clamps with attached rubber bands, produced their
smaller butterflies.
The effect was truly, absolutely, obscene.
The three young women, stood leaning backwards slightly,
their knees held wide apart letting the audience oogle their vaginas.

Little Sister leaned her head around, craning her neck

around, her nose about four inches from Beatrice's
inner lips.

"That's quite an outfit you have there!"

The audience howled, they were still civilized persons

at this point, and knew a good vaudeville line when they saw one.

"So, what do you girls have on the end of the chain?"

Spotlights carefully illuminated the chrome plated chain

leading off into the darkness.
Little Sister was holding one end of the chain.

"We found him, we thought you might have some idea

of what we can do to him."

She began reeling in the chain, handover hand, as Vin

staggered into the limelight.
Around his testicles was, what is call a "ball bag"
his black leather second scrotum, terminated in a large diameter
chrome ring that the chain was riveted to.
Vin's wrists were loosely tied with a silk cord.
He was hoping Little Sister didn't get carried away
and tug him off his feet, balls first.

[ 34. Let the games begin! ]

"I think we should strap him down, and see how vocal he is."
one of the virgins declared.

The stage lighting was slowly coming up, revealing

the donkey machine.

Vin was halfway dragged by his testicles to the machine

and strapped in securely, the only thing he was able
to move was his eyeballs.
The Vestal virgins produced a tube of
K. Y. from somewhere, and began expertly lubing his dick.
They hopped on him and began fucking him,
Little Sister, going first, carefully lowering herself as far
as she could.
Someone had taught them how to do
obscene rolling hip motions, Vin could not help himself
he came in Little Sister.
The surrounding cameras catching every minute detail
from every angle.
Vin was full of dick pumping chemicals and did not
lose his erection as middle sister climbed on.
Whoever had taught Little Sister the hip motions
had obviously taught all three. Big Sister
was next and screwed him for another two minutes or so
before hopping off.
The three Vestal virgins, surrounded Vin on all sides
one was holding his dick, with both hands,
the other two were squeezing, the K. Y. tube
as hard as they could, they were clearly trying
to see how much of the sticky gel, they could
force in to Vin's bladder.
Starting with a brand-new full tube, and ending with an empty one.
It was obvious to the audience there was no place else
the gel could have gone.
The three smiling virgins triumphantly stepped back,
allowing the bright lights and macro lenses to take their place.
On the thirty foot screen Vin's urethra looked to be about two feet wide
the bright light illuminated the inside of his dick
to a depth of ten or twelve feet.
The Vestal virgins returned managing to get
all six hands involved in smearing the clear
jelly, over his manhood.

The audience waited mildly hyperventilating

they knew what they were going to see next
the world-class butterfly was going to land
on Vin's dick and swallow it.
Beatrice knew how to work a crowd, she hopped up
and hunched forward, the butterfly hovering
millimeters above, Vin's erection.
She then straightened slightly, and impaled
herself onto Vin's erection, she stopped as the head
of Vin's dick disappeared into her body.

She gave the macro lenses, time to focus properly

so that everything was clearly visible
on the thirty foot screen, a twenty foot penis
slid out of sight in to her ass hole.

She slowly leaned back, so the cameras

could appreciate her butterfly,
one of the adjacent giant screens featured it prominently.
A butterfly with fifteen foot wingspan was hovering above
the silent crowd.
Dan the donkey was led on stage.
The audience let out a collective "oooooh."
are they were hovering at the edge, of going irrational.

They were about to see a donkey sandwich!

Beatrice was talking to her good friend,

she knew the animal by name!
"Come to mama."
the animal trainer was pulling slightly on the lead
so Dan would not plunge his head and shoulders
immediately in to the horse collar.
The result was that Beatrice was able to
lean forward, grasping the tip and begin
feeding the enormous cock into herself.
She soon had a truly amazing amount
within her and began fucking the animal
matching him stroke for stroke.

It soon became obvious to the mob

that Beatrice had a fire hose going off
inside her. She was either having
an incredible screaming orgasm,
or was faking one well.
She stood up abruptly leaning over Vin
deliberately, poring what appeared to be
two pints of donkey juice all over Vin's
cock, balls, filling his bellybutton.

There were quick release, levers, on the

donkey machine, Vin was free in an instant,
he pulled Beatrice to her feet and penetrated
her in one smooth motion. They began
kissing, as only a couple with years of practice
can, as only two people who love each other can.
Joined together at crotch and mouth, they began
crab walking together toward the front of the stage.

Eldest daughter caught up with them, and

standing on tiptoes was able to put the crown
onto Vin's head.
It took them several minutes to reach their destination
the crowd was hyperventilating, waiting.
Vin quit kissing Beatrice, and moved his head
to the side, so he could see the audience.
He was still buried balls deep in Beatrice's body.

"Let the games begin!" He said.

___________________

At the far left of the Main stage was an almost hidden

staircase, wide enough for two. Beatrice had lost her
dominatrix outfit and was once again, a stunningly beautiful
tall brunette, holding on to Vin's elbow.
Kathy was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, she
kissed Beatrice passionately, she moved over to kiss him
Vin penetrated her in one smooth motion.
Vin had been observing bonobos, and this is how
they say "Hi how are you?"
They hump each other three or four strokes and separated.
Kathy took Vin's right elbow.

King, Queen, and Duchess, strolled arm in arm

to the aisle opposite center stage that was the
beginning of Main Street.
King Queen and Duchess were barefoot, which was no problem.
The entire Kingdom was covered in high quality foam backed
carpet. Carpet soft enough that it did not bruise men's
knees and elbows, or the backs of ladies heads.
Most people restrain themselves until they could find
a closed cell foam wrestling mat.
The colors of the mats defined the neighborhoods,
The entire convention floor, covered the better part of
twenty acres.
There were many neighborhoods.

Beatrice, Kathy and Vin were approaching

a neighborhood defined by gold in mats.
All streets and cull-de-sacs had names,
and so did the neighborhoods, the gold mat
neighborhood was "visiting military."

They took a right onto "missionary position"

the cull-de-sac, ended in two lines of, red velvet
theater ropes held aloft by a polished brass poles.
There were two signs at the head of the lines,
"Beatrice" on the left and "Kathy" on the right.

Karel was there as agreed, he offered Beatrice

his elbow, and discreetly palmed Vin
the item he had requested.

As they passed the line Vin declared loudly

to no one in particular.
"Gentlemen, as the Lady is my wife. I claim
the top half as my own."
Everyone in line twittered.

Kathy lay on her back. Vin beside her

they began kissing passionately, Vin stopped
and moved his head out of the way, so
Kathy could nod to the first in line, as she
spread her long lovely legs.
Vin resumed kissing, staring deeply into her eyes,
watching her expression, waiting for the first Marine
to penetrate her.
Vin was waiting for the moment, he handed her
the item that was concealed in his hand.
He could see the puzzlement in her eyes
as she raised the rounded object for examination.
It was a gold plated golf counter. Well not exactly
a golf counter, there is not a huge market for
golf counter's that can count to one thousand.

Kathy's face revealed happiness and understanding

she turned the counter so Vin could see as well.
She pushed the little chrome plated lever.
The numbers changed from 0000 to 0001.
"Will you be able to manage without me?"
Silly question, Vin was obviously not adding value.
Kathy blushed slightly, and gave a little girl
nod, that yes, indeed, she could manage.

Vin returned to his status as wandering sexual

voyeur, with a huge erection.

This was the first Fleet Week, where Vin had

his own street: "long timers."
It was in the "medical" neighborhood and like
most medical streets, there was an informational
sign describing the medical condition, for people
who did not know what a "colostomy" or similar condition was.
Every neighborhood in Fleet Week had
its own homepage, and generally ongoing
discussion groups.
For every one person who attended Fleet Week in the flesh,
there were several thousand who attended vicariously.

Women who volunteered to service long timers

knew precisely what they were doing, Vin was not
in a clinical sense still a long timer, Kathy
had helped him work through that hangup years ago.

Paradoxically, the king of the wildest sex orgy

on the planet, was not in to sex orgies.
Vin liked to take his time, with women, who appreciated
a man, who likes to take his time.

Vin had carefully worked out, the street map of

the neighborhood, long timers was a cull-de-sac
completely surrounded by a neighborhood,
of people with disfigured skin conditions, withered limbs
and other apparent ailments.
Long timers was a quiet place, an island of tranquility, in a
huge sea of roaring insanity.
Vin found his kind women, in this hidden place.
He was not alone there of course, there were more men than women,
he was merrily amongst his own kind.

___________________

All most no one seems to talk about the international food court.
Everyone wore a slinky wire bracelet, with a swipe card attached.
Prepaid cards were for sale all over the Davis Strait.
As the Fleet Week clientèle came from the four corners of the earth,
and tended to be upper-middle-class if not outrageously wealthy.
There was a demand for an international food fair, as over the top
as the other things going on in the room.
Vin expected push back from his one and only rule,
vendors could wear a hat, but nothing else, not even cowboy boots.
(A BBQ rib vendor from Texas, ask for this exemption, and was refused.)
People operating deep fat fryer's were allowed to wear an apron.
Vin did not put the squeeze on his food vendors, he viewed
them as being good for business, and would subsidize anyone
with a clear need, as long as they provided the very best there was.

___________________

There were now official piss boys, they carried around clear
acrylic portra potties, and roles of tissue. Vin did not pay them
the homepage listed needed volunteers, Vin did not even subsidize them
people waited for years, for their chance to volunteer.
The piss boys were there for convenience, giant pools of
liquid were mostly a thing of the past. Each mat now had a
small sign denoting "business hours" the staff would
shoo people off of a mat that was overdue for cleaning.
Vin believed in gentle anarchy, no one was ever forced
some people get off, lying in pools.
Volunteers work an eight hour shift, and had ten
hours off, before they were due back at work, there was
never a shortage of volunteers.

Which brings us to state secret volunteers, all kingdoms

and all governments have secrets.
Vin's was, Gunga din the water boy, actually eight Gunga dins.
It was the same eight professional video porn photographers
Vin had started with, for full on clinical, voyeurs,
this was died and gone to heaven.
On their vacations to the mainland.
They proudly displayed their business cards
"staff photographer to Fleet Week."
They had over the shoulder, trays, like the cigarette lady
in a Humphrey Bogart nightclub.
They did indeed dispense diet lemonade, and sport drinks to the needy.
The fancy cigarette lady trays were not what they appear to be,
however, they were of marvel of miniaturized optics, and digital
recording devises.
Their job was to record everything of interest, careful editing later
insured, no one was recognizable.

There were special colored bracelets available to those

who did not mind being photographed as long as they
were unable to recognize their own face, when the image
appeared on the Internet
There was an insatiable demand for new material on the
Fleet Week homepage.
These men met that insatiable need with high quality
professionally done porn.

The green mats were available to people who enjoyed

recognizing their own faces.

The "unofficial" photographers who purchased the right

at auction were encouraged, but not required to share.
Good material that was not quite good enough
to make it onto the homepage was shared with
the unofficial photographers.

[ 35. Katzie ]

Katzie was more or less single-handedly responsible

for the creation of the unbribable praetorian guards.
Katzie was a regular he owned a starboard side
townhouse, only occupied four weeks out of the year,
He was a self-made multi billionaire

Katzie took the unbribable guards, as an interesting challenge

worthy of a man, of his talents.
He had over a dozen diet members in his pocket.
He had people for this.
The best people in the world, if money wouldn't do,
women, or young girls, or young boys.
Everyone, absolutely, everyone could be bought.

The next Fleet Week came and went, Katzie was making life
very difficult for his expensive specialists.
He knew almost everything there was to know about the
praetorian guard, and their leader Vin.
He had copies of their high school transcripts,
He knew things about them they did not know about themselves.
He found the leader, especially interesting, he was apparently
a Rinzai Zen Master, with a second dan in ken do.
He had built a Japanese geisha house, he apparently
kept for his pleasure alone.
A truly worthy opponent.
A second Fleet Week came and went.
Katzie was at his wits end.
Never before in his life, had he encountered anything
he could not buy or steal.
His entire life had been spent dealing with inferior men.
Men he earned a living, buying and selling.
At some subconscious level, he was also aware he did not
have a social equal, or a true friend in the world.
When he had originally received a report
that Vin had killed a man in a duel, and dumped the body
into the ocean, Katzie had discounted it.

Katzie as a small boy had visited a zoo,

he had looked deeply into the yellow eyes of a leopard.
The leopard looked back at him with no ego,
no sense of self, no forced sense of superiority.
The leopard was an infinitely superior being,
who calmly regarded the young boy as food,
patiently waiting to crack his bones and
suck the marrow out.

For the rest of his life Katzie would wake,

covered in sweat, those yellow eyes looking at him.

Later in life when it was totally unavoidable, Katzie

had on three different occasions, employed the services of ninjas.
They had brown eyes, but looking into them
was the same, as looking into those yellow eyes.

Katzie was having lunch with Vin.

Vin was projecting his usual public persona.

Eh mate, bring the misses over, we'll throw

some shrimps on the Barbie!

Katzie looked, truly looked at Vin for the first time,

not dismissing him as a Gaijin pornographer.
The yellow eyes were regarding him calmly without emotion.

At this moment Young Leopard walked up,

and whispered something in Vin's ear,
Vin nodded, Young Leopard gave a correct
Japanese-style bow and departed.

Katzie was paralyzed.

Young Leopard was a ninja of the first rank!
He could kill all three of Kathy's ninjas, without fear or emotion.
Vin would have their testicles delivered to him by messenger.
Young Leopard was Vin's vassal!

Vin was a daimyo!

Katzie excused himself from the table,

admitting truthfully, he felt ill.

In the casino trade they are called whales.

No matter what the crisis Vin always had a
moment to exchange pleasantries with a whale.

He stopped, and exchanged a polite bow, with Katzie.

Katzie continued bowing deeper, Vin followed,
soon they were both parallel to the floor.
Vin waited, he was not Katzies social equal,
he was not even Japanese!
Vin waited, finally in desperation, he crept up 1 mm,
Katzie followed, 1.2 mm, Vin matched him and raised
table stakes to 2 mm.
Soon they were both upright, with Vin trying very hard
to hide his astonishment.
Vin gave a short Prussian bow, and apologized, explaining
he had an emergency, that required his immediate attention.
Indeed, he did have such an emergency.

Vin paused only to put on a Roman toga, as he

hurried off to his number one printer.
"You don't understand, this is not a rush job, it's
an instant job I need it within the hour, money is
no object."

Vin got his document in 75 minutes.

Finding Katzie was not terribly difficult, there were

a limited number of a five foot tall, naked Japanese
businessmen with five cameras slung about
their shoulders,

Katzie allowed he had a few of minutes available

to attend an award ceremony for photography.

The Main stage holds everyone's rapt attention

for kickoff, after that Vin could take to the stage
and announced the boat was on fire and sinking,
without danger of causing a panic.

They acted like they had an audience of thousands,

Vin announced there was an award for
photographic excellence, and went on to announce,
a former amateur photographer, was now being
retained as "staff photographer to Fleet Week."

"Will you be available at 0900 hours tomorrow,

all of the professional photographers will be meeting
at that time?"
"Yes."

Vin arrived a little early, he wanted to get

comfortable with the fancy cigarette lady tray
he had never worn one before.

Katzie arrived a few minutes late, he didn't get much

practice at being an employee.
Katzie was clearly worried that these Gaijins would
put him in a socially unacceptable position, they were
little more than animals, when it came to understanding
manners.
They wanted him to wear a cigarette lady tray!

Vin was watching discreetly, he was using one of his

side cameras, damn, when it comes to snooping
this thing is the cat's meow!
Vin watched Katzie jump about two mm when he realized
the image he was looking at, in his downward facing camera,
was his own pecker.
He soon had his face under control in proper Japanese fashion.
After a few more minutes of instruction, the head
photographer announced they were ready to
venture onto the convention floor.
The ten men with trays made a beeline for the
far wall, with the employees only sign.
The head photographer left his tray in RF data link
mode, he was clearly enjoying filming is own
penis moving rapidly in and out of the lady Marines
vagina, knowing the others, were sharing the image
with him.
A voyeurs voyeur.

Vin saddled up beside Katzie and pointed with his chin,

they moved over, where there was no line.
Vin went first, it was kind of interesting, watching yourself,
film, what you are doing.
Katzie did not hesitate, he stepped up to bat
as soon as Vin got out of the way.

Vin abandoned him there, his work was done.

Later, Vin asked Katzie if he would join him

in a geisha house, he knew of.

They started with tea.

Katzie had seen better tea ceremony's.
Maybe three or four times in his entire life.
The First Lady, had truly mastered her art.

Katzie also noticed what only a very astute

Japanese judge of character would notice,
She was not concealing that she had had sex with Vin
this was after all an old-style geisha house.
What she was trying desperately to conceal
was the fact that she was in love with with Vin.

Later, when there were soaking in the steaming

water of the bathhouse, Katzie ask Vin
if there were any woman on board he had not
had sex with.

It the copious amounts of material Katzies people

provided, was one very fat folder, labeled SEX.
This is de rigueur, in any investigation,
to list whose wives a fellow is screwing, making
blackmail trivial to accomplish.
There was a full frontal nude photograph of Beatrice,
with the notation that the bankers wife
had a regularly scheduled sex session with
Vin AND his wife.
The report went on to detail, the social
Who's Who list, attempting to create
a chart of Vin's sexual life, after one or two hundred pages
the report concluded, that due to limited
time and resources, they were unable to find
any women that Vin had NOT had sex with.
The wives of the social elite, demanded his
services on a weekly basis.

Vin considered, the question thoughtfully for a moment

and answered.
"Yes, there is the wife of an ammonia turban technician,
they emigrated to the Davis Strait last week."
He went on to explain he hoped to have the situation
corrected by the end of the week.

Katzie appreciated Japanese-style humor and

was positive Vin was yanking his chain.
But there was no way he was willing to bet
double or nothing on a Lear Jet.

( It was well, he did not bet. Katzie later found

that both Ladies Clubs had a "welcome wagon"
feature, for new members, Vin was being discreetly pimped )

A year later Katzie opened a business letter

addressed to him, he had completely forgotten
about his four gold per annum, photographers salary,
he had long since concluded it was a Gaijin joke.
Katzie was not a charitable man, besides,
if the word got out he was a soft touch, he would
be inundated by upscale beggars.
His one and only charity was a Rinzai Monastery
high in the mountains.
No one could possibly know of his arrangement,
he gave the Abbott untraceable cash from his own hand.

Vin had donated the four gold to the Rinzai Monastery

located high in the mountains.

Vin had people too.

___________________

Any growing organism, will eventually encounter limits to growth,

imposed by scarce resources.
Vin had used up all the available London bobbies.
Once they got over the initial hurdle, that it was not
an affront to their dignity, to go about dressed only
in a Bobby helmet, while sporting an enormous erection.
Smiling female Marines were always on hand
to knock down the erection, if it became painful.
Vin was using up way more than his fair share of
a scarce resource, something had to be done.

Vin knew some people with an office outside of London.

It was the Marine Corps general all over again.
"Yes, I can provide room and board, while they are here."
"I can help with airfare if there is a need."
"Oh no, our agency, can manage details like airfare."

"You know, if you make this a special duty assignment,

for people who had done something exceptional,
it might be good for morale."
No shit Sherlock!

"Well it's certainly will differ, from their usual duties."

"They can only wear a London Bobbie helmet,
no shoes or socks?"

"Yes that is the case, so far no one has objected,

in fact, I am in trouble for using up 110% of the
local bobbies."

The young leopards blended right in, how could they not?
Short of a full-blown case of homosexuality, this was
the assignment from heaven.
They had an eight hour shift with ten hours off to do
what ever pleased them.
Most of them did the three days and three nights, on caffeine
and willpower, a piece of cake for men with their background.

The young leopards soon became a permanent fixture.

Vin had a barracks for them on the starboard side.
He did not keep track of their comings and goings.
Some of them began taking their vacations on board.
Others who were unmarried, began living aboard
only leaving, when they were on contract.

It was only a matter of time, one of the young leopards

had a first or second dan in tae kwon do, and
wandered into the dojo.
Sensei bowed to him, and asked him to join them.

When Sensei was still a schoolboy his older sister

was raped by US sailors, at least the older sister
insisted it was ripe. The court saw it differently
and released the sailors. Sensei began his
life long aversion to Gaijins.

Had he been exposed to Vin, and the young leopards

earlier in his life, he would have abandoned his prejudices.

One thing led to another. This particular leopard's

special skill was scout sniper.
His initial group was smaller than everyone else's except Sensei.
This was from the standing position, Sensei
could not match his skill from the bench rest.

House Dick requested an appointment to see Vin,

his contubernium of eight was requesting permission
to expand their number.

The initial eight contubernium became file leaders.

House Dick became a Centurion.

In time, Lady Kathy had a centuria (80 men) who would

dive on a grenade for her.

This required some adjustment to the Thursday arrangement,

as obviously time did not allow all eighty to visit Kathy
simultaneously.
A couple times a year, she would reserve a day for her guards.
Even more infrequently chief inspector Demento would join in.
Once they put on a stage play, reenacting events in the Grand Hotel
for the benefit of the newcomers.
___________________
The four times per year Fleet Weeks, where known as
Spring, Summer, Fall and Christmas.
Beatrice and Vin generally did Christmas
opening night.

One year, they simply rolled a brass bed on stage

hopped in and began fucking each other.
After a time, Beatrice put the crown on Vin's head,
they did not get out of bed, he rolled and faced
the nearest paparazzi camera.
"Let the games begin!"
___________________

Another year Vin was the dominant, and Beatrice

was the sex slave.
She had a ball gag in her mouth so she could only
make unintelligible sounds, while shaking or
nodding her head.
Beatrice had been vaginally impaled on a foot long dildo, with
thousands of pink soft spikes extending in all directions.
A harness strapped around her body kept the enormous intruder
strapped in place.
The dildo had a seven inch long handle like a billy club,
it stuck through a brass ring held in place at the mouth of her vagina.
The billy club handle terminated in another ring.
Straps from this ring went to her, ankles, wrists and knees.

Her hands were manacled behind her back,

there was a short chain linking her ankles.
If she tried to stand up straight, or take a step,
or moved her knees, or her hands, the straps pulled on
the handle of her enormous dildo.
Anything she did resulted in her fucking herself.

Her pussy lips protruded amazingly, as a result

of the size of the object stuffed inside her.
There was one additional chain attached
to the end of her protruding handle,
it led four feet, to Vin's hand.
If he tugged on the chain, she was
forced to hobble rapidly after him.

The crowd went wild.

Like exercising a horse, Vin led her at a cantor through a series
of figure eights and circles, with rapid turns and stops.

While this was going on stage hands rolled

a bondage devise to the center stage.
it was a modified hospital gurney with
enormous rubber caster wheels.
It had been modified with massive amounts
of bondage and discipline, straps, buckles,
cuffs, and other paraphernalia.

A special spotlight illuminated the foot of the bed.

The devise was professionally done, with articulated
joints like what might be found supporting a large x-ray machine.
It was not an x-ray machine, but a massive mechanical
fucking machine, with a silicon flesh foot long, dildo,
poised for action like an over sized dentist drill.

Beatrice was shaking her head and mumbling

unintelligibly staring at the obscene device.

The three Vestal virgins in full dominatrix regalia

had joined them on stage.
Vin was staring at Beatrice
"Are you going to climb onto the device?"
Head shaking and mumbling
"If you do not I will remove your pleasure devise,
and insert the pain devise!"
Head shaking and mumbling
"Remove her pleasure devise!"
There were quick releases, the three virgins
had the harness holding the device in place
removed in moments, along with the straps
connecting it to Beatrice's extremities.
Knowing how to work a crowd, they were
slow in extracting it. Beatrice could take
twelve inches, this thing, obviously filled her to capacity.
The crowd oohed as it slowly came into view.

She was standing there, hands manacled behind her back.

Her ankles were still joined by a short chain.
She was not going anywhere.
"So, do you have anything else hidden in there?"
Head shaking and mumbling
"You'd better check."
Little Sister, promptly ran her hand, and forearm
into the gaping orifice until Beatrice's inner lips were
lightly caressing her elbow.

The crowd was whistling and stomping.

Vin had taken considerable time to reassure Beatrice

that the device was safe.
A silicon controlled rectifier insured one-shot, and only one shot of operation.
It took a key to rearm the devise.
It was a full on, military specification cattle prod.
When you push the button there was a three inch long
electric arc between the two electrodes.
The second time you push the button, there was a loud buzzing, and a vibration,
the device had morphed into a vibrating dildo.
Vin demonstrated by having Beatrice, hold the two electrodes
against his testicles, for the second button push.
(And they think being a producer of stage plays is all fun and games.)

Big Sister, and middle sister were each holding an arm

Beatrice was bending over backwards to please.
Little Sister was kneeling on the pad slightly to the side
so as not to block the audiences view of Beatrice's womanhood.
"Last chance, nod your head yes, if you are willing
to climb onto the sex machine."
Beatrice shook her head, not bothering to mumble.

Vin walked over to the bed, and picked up the cattle prod,
he handed it, to the kneeling, Little Sister.

"Put some lightning up her cunt, she'll be agreeable in less than a minute."
Little Sister held the device aloft like the Statue of Liberty holds
her torch.
She paused, letting the tension build, and the camera lens
to find perfect focus.
The shotgun microphones were aimed at her slender wrist.
The stage lighting had been dimmed, so the electric arc looked
as bright as the sun, the buzzing sounded like
Hoover dam had shorted out.

There was no dramatic pause, she stuffed the devise into Beatrice,
only part of the handle was protruding, the big red button,
was a centimeter or so away from Beatrice's clitoris.
Another tension building pause.
The cameras were perfectly focused, Little Sister's slender thumb
was creeping closer and closer to the red button.

The crowd was literally holding its breath.

The slender thumb pressed the button convulsively.

The expected buzzing as picked up by the shotgun microphones,
it was only slightly dampened by Beatrice's body.
Beatrice was hopping up and down doing an amazing job of portraying
a woman having a grand mall seizure.
Little Sister held the button down for about twenty seconds.

Big Sister, and middle sister appeared to be supporting

a semi-conscious Beatrice between them.
As soon as the cattle prod was removed. Vin walked over
and plunged himself balls deep into Beatrice, stroking away
five or six times.
"Speak to me or the lightning in your cunt will go on for three minutes!"
Rapid head bobbing and mumbling.
"Would you rather, fuck a lightning bolt, or a machine?"
Rapid head bobbing and mumbling
"Bring her."

Beatrice was rapidly restrained, the motorized bed had her

half sitting, so she could stare, with apparent disbelief at what
they were doing to her.
Her forearms and wrists, were held in place, her hands
opposite her hips.
A huge strap went over her chest, holes in the strap,
where all most her breast size.
Little Sister, reached through each hole in turn,
pulling her breasts through the opening, so they protruded obscenely.

Her feet and ankles were strapped into what amounted

to ski bindings mounted on a metal rod.
Big Sister began turning a crank, which turned a long
worm gear rod, causing her heels to move together and
back toward her ass cheeks, her knees were slowly forced apart.
She was being cranked into possession for a
gynecological examination!

Vin stood to the side, wearing his carnival barker straw hat,
he was a spectator, along with everyone else,
the three virgins were running the show.

Their movements were unhurried and deliberate, Beatrice

was soon ready for her gynecological examination
her vagina was spread be for an audience of several thousand people.

The machine had been set up previously with the design

engineers, Carl was there as well. The mechanical limits
were found, bolts and pins, were put in place to prevent
over travel. An insane person operating this machine
could kill the victim, as easily as one of Caligula's
sex trained animals.
This was the equivalent of cutting a lady in half with a saw.
There was danger but great effort had gone into making sure Beatrice
was not in the danger she appeared to be.
She had a well tested "chicken switch" concealed
in her right fist, all she had to do was relax her fingers, and the
giant rubber dick would immediately withdraw from her body.

The three virgins found a control devise on the end

of the long cord, being careful not to block
the audiences view, as they began pushing buttons.

The monster robot at the foot of the bed, stirred to life,

raising its foot long snout, rotating around.

The audience moaned.

There could be no doubt as to the target for the

monstrous snout. With slow deliberation, the machine
carefully positioned itself, the snout began creeping
slowly forward, it was made of soft silicone rubber,
it shouldered its way past Beatrice's outer lips.
With a ball gag in place, Beatrice did not say much,
but the intensity and volume of her unintelligible mutterings
issuing from the pencil sized opening in her ball gag,
noticeably increased.

The monstrous devise was not monotone, it was cast

in many layers one inch thick. The layers began
disappearing, one by one into Beatrice's body,
after ten or twelve layers had disappeared the monster
halted.
Restrained as she was, it was clear, Beatrice was
quivering like a leaf.
What a marvelous actress!

The virgins pushed another button, and a chrome plated

electric motor stirred to life.
Vin had instructed the engineers he wanted the mechanical
action of an oilfield pump, with what appeared to be massive
wedge shaped counterweights rotating ,storing incredible
kinetic energy, to be transferred via an offset crank to
unstoppable linear motion.
Vin got what he paid for, what appeared to be massive
cast iron weights, slowly began counter rotating.
As they completed, one revolution, on their down stroke
the crank shaft, transferred upward motion through a
series of massive rods, ending in a two inch diameter
shaft, that was attached to the massive dildo impaling
Beatrice.
The huge devise, slowly eased ten of its twelve
inches out of the gaping orifice, paused for a millisecond
and began entering her body once again.
Beatrice was making noises through her ball gag that was
vaguely reminiscent of a trumpeter playing reveille.

The virgins let the machine, lumber, along at

an oilfield cadence for a minute or so, Little Sister
reached up for the control box.

They audience oohed

They remembered her, she was the sweet little schoolgirl
they had just seen her squirt lightning up some insane
pain freaks, vagina for half a minute.

Little Sister took her time smiling hugely as she slowly

turning the control knob, after several minutes
it became obvious that this piece of oilfield equipment,
could pump oil at rates up to 360 strokes per minute.

After a minute or so, she slowly dialed it back down,

to a donkey fucking speed and left it there.

The three sisters and Vin walked to the front of the stage,
one of the sisters handed Vin a note, which he unfolded
and began reading aloud.
"Will the six following, members of the visiting military
contingent, please join us on stage, we have a lady
who needs to be rolled down to her gold mat, so she can
begin pleasuring you."

Wild cheering.

It took about five minutes to get everybody on stage,

Beatrice was being donkey fucked in the background
all the while.

Despite every possible effort to keep the weight down

using modern materials, the oil pump, fuck machine
had considerable mass. This was offset
by a number of batteries at the opposite end
of the bed. One side effect of the
large number of counterweight batteries, was the devise
had enough stored power to fuck Beatrice, continuously
for more than twelve hours.
 [ 36. It's nice being King ]

Vin had met secretly with the "randomly selected" Marines

before hand, they knew exactly what to do, at every
intersection, they stopped and argued.
Don't they teach Marines map reading anymore?
Beatrice, ended up being rolled up and down every street
and around the perimeter passed every vendor, and through
the food court, several thousand people got close up views
of her cunt lips moving in and out as though she were
breathing through her vagina.
Occasionally, when a large crowd gathered, the Marines
would allow random females to turn the control, causing
Beatrice's donkey fuck to accelerate almost to a blur.
The electrically powered machine was amazingly quiet,
you could actually hear Beatrice's cunt pumping air
giving a small whistle with every stroke.
Most of the time, she gave off small slurping sounds.
Part of the mechanism was a small pump. About 1/10
of a CC of Astroglide was pumped to the far end of the
dildo, it actually gave a miniature ejaculation, with each stroke.
Beatrice was massively over lubricated, a clear plastic
one gallon container was positioned to catch every drop
she excreted.

Karel was of course was in on it, he

Kathy and Vin had spent considerable time
working on the stage play, the part that was never
included in Beatrice's hard copy.

Little Sister, was there, her sweet warm little hand

holding on to Karel's picker. They had been
friends for a long time, they got to know each
other physically at the Thursday night, wife swap.
Karel had a four inch pecker, Little Sister had a
four-inch vagina, they were meant for each other.

Beatrice was rolled in to Beatrice court.

Vin had redone all the street names, just about everyone
who had ever done an opening night, had their very own
named cull-de-sac.

"There you are. Its been over an hour, where have you been?"
Mumbling
"Look honey, I've got to run, the general ledger is out of balance
I'll probably be at the bank until midnight."
"These Marines will take care of you."
Rapid staccato mumbling.

The Marines, indeed took care of her.

Older sister showed up, and took over control
of the mechanical monster.
A semi circle of hyperventilating Marines
watched intently as the huge dildo began backing out
of its den. There were mechanical and electrical,
quick disconnects.
The obscene machine was disconnected and rolled away.
A concealed switch caused the bed to slowly sink
to the floor like a Mexican jalopy.
A special padded Ottoman was produced,
it was exactly the right height, for a man to kneel on
while penetrating Beatrice.
They left her restrained with the ball gag in place.
Beatrice was alone with her line of smiling Marines.

Beatrice was furious about her apparent

abandonment.
They had taken so long to get her here,
she had no possibility of winning the contest now!

Later it took Kathy's gentle persuasion

to convince her she had not really been abandoned,
that everyone including Karel and Little Sister were in on it.

As soon as Vin said

"Let the games begin",
he had sprinted, to the security control room
where they monitored Beatrice every moment
with the overhead cameras, they were in
constant radio contact, with a phalanx
of praetorian guards, who stayed
out of sight, but were seconds away.

Any mechanically inclined doofus

with hand tools could have removed the
mechanical stops, that prevented the fuck machine
from being a lethal devise.
Vin loved Kathy, part of the reason for this
was she was not in any way jealous of
Vin's love for Beatrice.
Kathy was his soul mate, Vin was the best
male fuck on board, Beatrice the best female.
It was right and proper they spent time,
pleasuring each other.

The praetorian guards continued their discreet

surveillance, Vin turned the overhead camera
surveillance over to people who normally did that sort of thing.
Beatrice "chicken switch" was on tactical two,
every guard in the room would hear the tone
if Beatrice opened her right fist.

She had obviously decided, to hell with her shit

head husband, and his shit head friends,
she was going to stay here and enjoy herself.

Vin made a beeline to Beatrice court, after leaving

the security room. He carefully undid
Beatrice's ball gag, she glared at him.
"I won't ask you to forgive me, quite yet."
"Think about it for a while first."
"I love you, Karl loves you, Kathy loves you,
Little Sister loves you, and none of us will
allow harm to come to you."
Beatrice allowed him to kiss her.

Beatrice was irritated, in the confusion she had

lost track of her gold plated golf counter.
She and Kathy were having a competition, and Kathy
had almost a one-hour head start, and she had no counter.
Kathy would win by default.

Vin returned, and kissed her again, he undid

her left arm, and pressed the gold plated
golf counter into her palm, he walked around to the other side
and carefully undid her right arm, he picked up
the chicken switch carefully, like a live grenade.
There was a small pin on the end of a retaining cord
he carefully replaced the pin, disarming the devise.
He handed it back to Beatrice,
"Pull the pin if you need me." he said

Every half-hour or so Vin would arrive, and turned the crank

a couple of turns, moving her lower extremities, into a fresh
position, so she would not be uncomfortable.

Beatrice won the contest.

___________________

It's nice being King , you get to suggest when something

is bothering you, and the irritant is promptly removed.
In this case, however, the King had to explain to the Queen
and he was afraid she might not be amused.
All married men have this problem, you think you have it wired, and Bam!
Vin himed and hawed, Kathy finally dragged it out of him,
she guffawed, hopped on top and bunny fucked him.

The next morning Kathy called her girls together for a general meeting.
(Believe it or not, there are laws in "managed democracies" preventing
hiring an all-female staff!)
"Ladies. You all know that Vin loves you."
Most of the ladies were looking at their desk, no one was nodding.
"He shares his love with you as often as he can."
several blushed, most of them nodded slowly.
"You must realize Vin is a man, he has special needs,
as all men do, with special sexual fantasies."
"When you go to visit Vin at the Ladies Club, you dress up,
like you're going on a date, you shower, douche and put on perfume!"
"This is driving my poor husband crazy!"
"You there in the navy blue skirt.
Do you know what my husbands sexual fantasy is?"
"He wants to march in here, slide down your concealed zipper,
wiggle you out of your blue outfit, and screw you silly right there on the desktop!"
Shocked silence.
"Not just you in the blue outfit, all of you!"
More shocked silence.
"So here's what you're going to do, when you have an appointment,
was my husband, leave directly from work, wearing what you have on,
don't shower, Vin loves the way women taste, each woman has a unique aroma
Vin he loves each and every one of you, he loves your unique aroma,
don't wear panties."
"Questions?"
There were no questions, Kathy knew how to work a crowd, and this
had been one of her finer moments.
Her smile faded, as she looked at the faces around her,
She had just ruined her staff!
She would not get a lick of work out of them for the rest of the day.

Kathy walked unnoticed to her desk, she sat there thinking

for several moments, then she reached for the phone.
"I will need your largest available suite."
"John Gault? Yes, that will do."
Next, she called House Dick.
"Yes, the entire guard force."
"Of course, the young leopards, when did we begin
treating them as second-class?"
"Send them a general announcement, I need them
in the John Gault suite ASAP."
"Yes, the Intercontinental."

"Girls! We are closing the office today, and going

to a party, follow me."
A good time was had by all, Vin was unavailable.
Kathy was determined to make it up to him.
She thought about it for a while and told Vin
what she had arranged for him to do.

A week or so later, Kathy's girls were working away,

( The party had been excellent for morel
How did people ever manage pre-Lazarus? )

A messenger arrived with a single long stemmed rose,

there was no card. Kathy instructed that the
Rose be placed on a desk of the lady wearing the
navy blue skirt.

Vin gave them about ten minutes, to discuss the rose

and wonder who the anonymous admirer was.
Vin was a regular at the office, coming and going
ten or more times a day, usually his business was
with Kathy, but often, he had business with one of his
three full time, administrative assistants.
One of whom, was the very attractive lady
wearing the navy blue skirt.

Vin ignored Kathy, and everyone else, he marched directly

to the desk with the single rose on it.
He casually began gathering up all the desk clutter,
including the rose, and handed it to a nearby lady
without looking at her.
"Stand up."
She hesitated a moment, and slowly stood up.
"Come here" less hesitation, but she moved slowly
Vin kissed her, she returned the kiss without passion.
There was a button, at the top, he undid it.
She trembled slightly bit but did not do anything
to stop him.
The room was deathly silent, no one had noticed
Kathy slip over and lock the front door.
Vin slowly slid the zipper down, with two hands
he helped the skirt to slide down to her ankles.
It slid easily, she was wearing pantyhose, over
her white cotton panties.
"Lean back."
She slowly leaned back, onto her desk.
Vin peeled the panties and pantyhose off.
The top half of her body was closed in a
proper women's business suit.
She was totally naked from the belly button down.
Vin grabbed her ankles and unceremoniously
pushed her backwards across the desk, until her
vagina rested on the edge.

Vin pulled up a chair, sat down, and began eating pussy.

He was in no hurry, it was playing to a 100% female crowd.
He knew what they wanted to see. he took
five or ten minutes, working slowly, pretty much
ignoring her vagina, her clitoris was standing proud and erect.
Vin noticed she was one of those naughty girls, who sticks things
in her urethra.
After about ten minutes Vin stuck his little finger into
the neglected vagina, he moved it, up and down
to get it well lubricated.
The surrounding mob, were no longer well-dressed businesswomen.
Vin was probably the world's leading expert, at inciting
sexual mob action.
He could practically feel their hot breath on the back of his neck.
He slowly moved his little finger upward, the target was obvious.
There was a collective gasp.
Vin screwed his little finger in up to the second knuckle.
The half dressed business lady, arched her back and gave
a gurgling orgasm, Vin was half fearful that he might get
a stream of pee if he removed his fingers suddenly.
He removed it slowly.
"Yes yes! YES!" She moaned
Vin ignored her, he went back to oral sex,
while carefully, undoing his trousers, and sliding off
his underwear.
He held them out, with a stiff arm for an unseen hand to take.
He stood up, and with no ceremony whatsoever, lunged in
balls deep.
The business lady made all the appropriate sounds,
Vin was so horny he was seeing double,
for a male audience he would have stroked away for awhile.
He came almost immediately, his semen dribbling
out of the vagina, running down the side of her desk,
almost reaching the floor.

Vin held out his hand without looking, his trousers

where handed back to him. He got dressed and
without a word, leaving the lady there, leaking fluids
on her desk.

He paused to kiss Kathy, who carefully relocked

the door after him.

"Well ladies, will I be able to get any work at all

out of you today?"
"Or do I have to take you back to the Intercontinental?"

Almost everybody in the room nodded vigorously.

The lady on the desk seemed unconscious.
Kathy and two other girls, got her panties on her.
They put her pantyhose in a drawer.
She was able to sit up and look for her navy blue skirt.
She had it carefully dry cleaned, like a bridal gown
and only wore it on very special occasions, like when
she had a reservation with Vin at the Ladies Club.
Kathy unlock the door and held with wide, the entire
guard force was standing there, holding backpacker
mats exactly the size of the desktops.
The women backed up allowing them to enter.

There were more guards there than women.

It was a proper orgy that took all day.

After that it was the Marine Corps general all over again,
Kathy got 110% out of her girls all the time, some like
the three sisters managed 120% continuously.
But for those very special occasions when someone managed
to do something above and beyond the call of duty,
Kathy would take notice.
Generally the lucky young overachiever would find
a single long stemmed red rose, waiting for her
on her desk the following morning.
The others shared in her happiness, it meant
there would be no work that day.
When Vin finished with the lucky one, Kathy
would open the front door, letting in the
praetorian guard, with their backpacker pads.
There were eighty praetorians and twenty women.
The drill was always the same, the sixty extra praetorians would form
one long line, waiting their turn to fuck the lady
with a red rose. They made sure there was never a moment
she was not being fucked.
They would gang fuck the woman until she begged them to stop
or the sunset.
The party would generally last all day long.
Once for reasons no one could quite understand, one time,
they continued after normal quitting time.
Kathy sent out for Chinese food.
They continued the orgy.
The lady with a red rose, never called a halt, they gang fucked
her for eighteen hours continuously.

One time the girls engaged in a mild discipline game

they held down the chosen one, and slowly stripped
her naked, eight of them, two for each wrist and ankle.
They held in her immobilized, spread eagle on her own desk,
one of the girls, who was into that sort of thing, began
giving her oral sex.
Vin arrived realizing he did not have much to do,
he got naked and waited.
When he was motioned forward he lunged in balls deep,
into the spread eagle woman, as the ladies holding her cheered.

All of the ladies left their desktops clean at the end

of each business day.
Moral continued to be excellent in Kathy's office.
They kept the backpacker pads carefully stacked
in a storage room.

___________________

Vin had seen it coming for a very long time, he had

discussed it was Kathy. There was the ringleader
they had nicknamed Weasel, but even without
a leader in the movement would have prospered.
Davis Strait Citizens wanted to vote, a bond issue.
There was a plan to pay for it. They would make
the visitors pay, there was to be a hotel room tax.
What everyone wanted was a new gigantic
publicly financed convention center.

Vin had held things off as long as he could,

with his "goose that lays golden eggs"
and his "if it ain't broke don't fix it" speeches.
But it became obvious that it was going to happen,
if Vin agreed, he could affect the outcome,
otherwise he would be a spectator.

Davis Strait would go from a six segment OTEC

to an eight segment boat. The new convention center
would become the new P2 segment.

Vin became the new chairperson over seeing the project.

They had to purchase the new segment, as Davis Strait was in the
hotel business, not the boat building business.
Fortunately there were OTECs, who specialize in this sort of work.
The fully grown sections were towed to the Japanese inland sea
where Katzie said he "knew some people."
It was of course Katzie's conglomerate from start to finish.
Vin was trusting his bathhouse good buddy, with half a billion gold.
Katzie came through, on time and under budget.

As planned. Davis Strait was decoupled at the

Stern of P1 and the new convention center was
floated in place and secured as the new P2.
Old P2 became P3, and so on.
The new section was convention hotel forward,
convention center, next, and at the tail end
Vin's special projects.
The grand promenade, was retail rental property.
One could stroll down the grand promenade, from
P1 to P3 without wading through a wild sex orgy.
The convention center took up, everything
above the mezzanine level.
The mezzanine level did not open onto the promenade
in the center, as did other Davis Strait sections.
It should not properly be referred to as a mezzanine,
as it had its own floor.
The mezzanine was a separate promenade deck,
located vertically above the promenade.
The architectural drawings referred to it as the Lido deck,
but the name never caught on.

Above the brake water in the area reserved for

gardens and cow pastures was space for
a large and elaborate zoo.

One of the problems Fleet Week success had created

was driving up, property prices, displacing working class
people who had difficulty finding rental property they could afford.

Vin's solution was twofold the new industrial S4 section

was designed to maximize, affordable rental housing.
The aft end of the convention center segment,
was mostly affordable rental housing as well.
Vin intended to make the convention Center self-contained
everybody who worked there, lived their, so there
were some high-end townhouses, Vin and Kathy
bought one. The guard force was able to live
in semi-subsidized rentals.
It was not all domestic accommodations, however,
Vin, Katzie, and the architects worked on a
semi-hidden Japanese neighborhood.
Vin got an expanded bathhouse, restaurant, formal garden,
teahouse, monastery, and medieval whorehouse.
And of course, world-class dojo, with adjacent
living quarters. Sensei and First Lady had taken to
living together, Vin and Katzie had collaborated
on building a house suitable for a newly married couple.

With Katzies help, they were going after the Japanese market.

[ 37. In the convention hotel business ]

Vin expected push back on the financials, but everyone

went along without comment.
Vin wanted a buyout clause, where he and Kathy had first right of
refusal.
They could buy stock at a previously agreed to striking price.
If Vin and Kathy, both chirped in, after about twenty years,
they would own the convention center hotel free and clear.

They arranged lease to own, financing for the semi-subsidized

employee rentals. After about thirty years, the entire
convention segment, would it be owned outright, by the people
who ran it.

So Vin and Kathy found themselves in the convention hotel business.

They did not get any vacations, or time off for over two years.
Eventually things began running smoothly.

A lot of people were drawn to the Fleet Week convention facilities.

The association of manufacturers of clerical collars was not interested.
A lot of other people were.
At any convention if you looked closely, you will always find someone
with a Fleet Week Map Quest.

"Look Honey, right over here is where they were doing double vaginal."

As they did not need the space, they found leaving the straw on the floor,
in they animal exhibit was good for business.
Vin put a counter on the door, it was a amazing how many thousands of
people per year, wanted to look at a room with straw bales
filled with the smell of animal dung.
( They put fresh animal dung in every other day. )

Kathy kept her office of Fleet Week, business ladies separate

as they were family.
It took over a thousand people, to run the convention segment,
there was no way to be good friends with them all.
Although with a hundred acres of convention floor, available
for Fleet Week, a whole lot of people, could get real friendly with each other.

Kathy now divided Fleet Weeks into four. The military got one, the general public
got two, and local staff got one.
___________________

Vin was a frustrated engineer, most computer programmers are,

they earn their living designing machinery that is invisible
to the human eye.
To design something people can point at while oohing and aughing,
is their secret fantasy.
Vin's first successful creation was a variation on
voyeur ladies, optically perfect dildo.
Vin did not tinker with these things in his garage,
he told the design engineers, what he wanted and they built it.

The contraption had a bicycle seat with a large hole in the middle.
The lady selected a three foot long, optically perfect dildo,
of a diameter that suited her. She sat on the machine
while gentle pneumatic pressure began slowly forcing
as much of the dildo into her body as she could take.
A huge screen behind her displayed the results accurate
to 1/10 millimeter, two additional screens allowed
onlookers, an excellent view of her well lighted pink
tunnel, courtesy of the cameras embedded in the dildo.
Like keeping scores on a pinball machine, the
three top penetration, champions had their scores
displayed on the Fleet Week homepage.
Each individual Fleet Week had its own historical
web page Fleet Week had one of the world's largest
homepages, especially in terms storage capacity
consumed by the large number of moving and
still images.

Success of the penetration machine led to

other machines.
An internal volume machine, a large inflatable
was inserted, warm saline solution was
pumped in, the high speed, positive displacement
pump adding exactly 1 CC, per stroke to the count.
The lady was lying on her back, legs spread,
while a crowd gathered, she held onto a
"chicken switch" as soon as the pain became
noticeable, she would let go of the spring loaded
switch, causing the pump to stop instantly.
A large wall screen above her displayed
gigantic red numbers visible from the far side
of the convention center. If she had truly
amazing internal capacity, she had a shot at
having her initial and volume numbers posted
on this year's Fleet Week page.

This led to the "pussy pump" machine,

a modification of the internal volume
devise, the initial measurement using
the chicken switch, determine how much
warm water, a woman could comfortably hold.
When the referee hollered start, she would
contract her vaginal muscles, forcing
the water upwards through clear plastic tubing,
and a check valve, to a large container exactly
one foot above her vagina.
As she relaxed the machine would refill
her internal reservoir, so she could repeat the process.
The object was to see what the volume of water
could be pumped into the container in a unit interval of time.

Vin had initially viewed all this as good harmless fun

He offered cash rewards, for winners in various categories.
As is the nature with this sort of thing, they often they take on
a life of their own.
Web pages sprang up devoted to the subject,
Vin found himself in the business of manufacturing
standard machines, so pussy athletes could train all
year, for the vaginal Olympics.
Vin plowed all the money he made from manufacturing
and more into the prize money.
Soon there were professional pussy athletes and
semi-professional pussy athletes.
Vin subsidized women in the profession, feeling it
was good for business.

There was another machine, where the woman

climbed in, and was strapped in a spread Eagle position,
while mechanical pivots rotated her into an inverted position.
This was called the "gape" machine.
Most women were content to have a photograph
of their gape for their husband, to admire.
But for the true exhibitionists, there was a
hopper filled with marbles, hooked to a counter
which he drove enormous LED style red lights
on the huge screen directly above her.
One more opportunity to get into the Fleet Week
record book.

There were endless variations. The P.E.S. people

provided various electrodes, for both men and women,
giant overhead screens displayed the slowly
increasing voltages and amperages which continued
climbing inexorably until the chicken switch was released
Some of the military types (of both sexes)
had truly amazingly pain thresholds.

Vin was looking at the penetration measuring

bicycle seat when an idea struck him.
A few minutes, where the design engineers,
and a couple quick sketches on the white board,
and the engineers were off, to see the fabrication guy.
Vin bought Beatrice, to view the new creation.
Booking any of Kathy's time was very difficult.
Where Beatrice's was in theory a housewife.
Beatrice had forgiven Vin were taking part
in the joke that left her in bondage
parked in front of a line of a hundred Marines.
Her forgiveness was in no small part based
on the fact that she had won the contest.
She wasn't however prepared to forget, what it is
she had forgiven.
So, Vin had to go slow and explain the safety
features, also explaining that they needed
a live test subject.

An electric powered small farm tractor, pulled

a two wheeled trailer, the two wheeled trailer
had the hollowed out bicycle seat mounted
in the center. As the trailer was towed forward
the axle turned, driving a crankshaft, which drove
a shaft with the dildo mounted on the end.
In early testing, they tried the optically perfect
camera mounted dildo.
Beatrice reported the acrylic dildo was too hard
and likely to cause bruising.
The soft silicon dildo, previously used on Beatrice's
opening night was fetched. Beatrice looked at it
slightly askance, but nodded her head.
They were soon speeding about the convention
floor.
Beatrice had a control that allowed her to vary
the depth of penetration, the speed of penetration
was a direct function of the vehicle speed.
Beatrice gave the contraption, a passing grade.
Vin put in an order for five production models.

With the Beatrice is help. Vin was able to get

Kathy to give it a try. With Kathy was on board
the three sisters volunteered without batting an eye.
___________________

The next opening night, Vin wandered on stage

wearing a straw hat.
"Many of you men are here tonight, because your
wife told you she wants to pull a train."
Laughter
“But what about us men who want to pull a train?"
"Wait right there, I'll be back in a moment,
with a train, men can appreciate."
Vin returned momentarily, driving his farm tractor,
with a train, of five two wheeled trailers following behind,
like baggage carts at a large airport.
The five female forms were in extreme bondage,
leather hoods, leather strait jackets, even their hands
where not visible, only their breasts protruded
from holes in the chest leather.
The trailers were heavily instrumented with lights
and cameras, there were RF data links, to the
five, thirty foot tall screens above the stage.
Old-timers recognized the three women, instantly,
from the Dildos obscenely visible on the giant screens.
Kathy had a 2.5 liter dildo, Beatrice had a 1.5 liter
dildo, on down the line to baby sister, who had a
dildo the size of a felt tip marker.
Vin waved at the crowd, as he roared by, making a series
a large circles and figure eights on the large stage.

Vin roared back to center front, where he came to a full stop.

Apparently, someone had forgotten to secure
Kathy's black leather strait jacket properly,
she was able to sit up, and slide the fingers of both hands
out of an opening in the wrist area of the leather sleeves.
She picked up, Vin's straw hat with her left hand, while
placing the Caligula crown, onto Vin's head with her right hand.
She the hunchback over, grabbing the concealed
bicycle handlebar, she used to steady herself.

Vin turned in his seat with a huge smile for the crowd
"Let the games begin!"

It was a repeat of the Beatrice tour, up and down

all the major streets, past all the vendors, through the food court.
Past thousands of cheering people. For a good look
the huge screens were best, but up close. You could clearly see
five women being fucked silly, as Vin roared by.
This time, he had everyone's informed consent,
he dropped the woman off one by one, at their appointed places.

The crowds in each case, were willing to

Fuck bashful anonymous woman, who was
only able to have sex, if she was covered in leather.

There was never a shortage of hands, to unbuckle

the women, and lift them vertically off their Dildos.
The women could only mumble through the leather hoods,
it was impossible to tell whether or not, they were
thanking the numerous men who gathered, to
fuck them with great enthusiasm.

The last stop was "Joy Street" Vin had suggested

to Little Sister that this would work better in the long run
than "petite men" which did not translate well into Japanese.

Sometimes you could find Lady Kathy on joy street.

She had continued stretching her urethra over the years.
Vin could easily stick his well lubricated social finger in.

Lady Kathy enjoyed having small men line up for a truly unique fuck.
There were half a dozen other women with similarly stretched urethra's
who would join her.
There bladders would fill with semen, as they were gang banged.
The women would do ten hour contests, collecting about
half a liter of semen each.
At the end of the contest Lady Kathy would kneel urinating a large diameter
stream of semen into a clear bowl.
The other women, would take turns, filling the bowl.
Each of them producing a stream the diameter of a human thumb.

The customers watched in round eyed in amazement.

Vin had this secretly filmed for the web pages.

It was one of the most often visited pages, on the Fleet Week website.

Vin helped them unstrap Little Sister and carry her

to her reserved mat. Things were more relaxed now
on the new Joy Street, it was more of an honor
system.
Vin was welcome, as he was always careful
never to cause pain to the women of Joy Street.
Increasingly, very small Asian women were to be found there.
Vin, as always, was careful with Little Sister, but they
had been having sex together for years, and had the drill
down pat. Little Sister was having a quivering good time
Vin did not climax, but this was not a problem for either of them.
A small crowd had gathered, like all cultures
there are plenty of Japanese men, who are attracted
to this sort of thing. He left Little Sister in good hands.

[ 38. Weasel falls from grace ]

Vin had to get back and help Kathy out of her leather
outfit, she would be burning up by now.
With the obscene outfit, there would be plenty
of Gunga Din, water boys hovering nearby
to rehydrate her.
But first the leather hood he had to come off.
"My goodness look who this is."
"Did you Marines have any idea?"

Vin was off to get Beatrice out of her portable sauna bath.
She elected to leave on her leather chaps, feeling with some justification
there were totally erotic. She was determined to win
her golf counter contest with Kathy.
( She did. )

Vin continued making his rounds, helping women

he loved out of their hot sweaty outfits.
Marveling that some women could only get their jollies
being half suffocated like this, it was like making love
while being wrapped in the shower curtain.
( The following Fleet Week, there was a special section
for leather wrapped women. )
With all five unwrapped, Vin returned to being a sexual tourist.
Sex was no problem, all he had to do was stop
and hold out his hand, some woman would slide
four fingers into his, within moments of his stomping.
Vin had to walk as though he were going somewhere
if he wanted to look. rather than do.
There were three or four thousand women, all of whom
wanted a piece of the guy with the golden Laurel leaf crown.

Vin took the grand tour, past all the vendors, after the vendors
came exhibitions, many of which Vin had designed.
There were two electric tractors, one of them was being
recharged, while the other was busy towing the five trailers.
Women were lining up, for a truly interesting way
to receive a motorized tour of Fleet Week city.

Vin noticed the word free signs that were being sold,
for the first time at this Fleet Week.
A lot of clever work had gone into these signs.
Women would purchase them to put them on the mat
beside them to indicate something they wanted or didn't want.
There was a cleverly drawn bashful blue lady donkey
with mascara and beautifully curved eyelashes.
She had her tail up, exposing her anal opening,
her vaginal opening, was hardly apparent.
She was turned around with a huge smile, actually more of an evil grin.
There was a green circle around the lady donkey.
This was word free for "yes anal is welcome."
The same artist had done the same lady donkey
sitting on the ground, protecting her sensitive places.
There was a red circle, with red diagonal, negation
"anal is NOT welcome."

There was a vertical hairy arm with clenched fist,

two versions, one with green circle, one with red negation.
There was a third version, courtesy of Lady Kathy.
cloud nine: a slender golden arm protruding
vertically from the cloud top, with a small fist,
surrounded by a green circle.
( Slow and gentle fisting is permitted. )
as near as Vin could tell this was the only sign,
without a twin anti sign.

There was a male horse with a huge erection,

with green and red versions.
(Well endowed men are welcome, over sized men
are not welcome.)

There were Galapagos tortoises mating.

With red negation: long timers not welcome.
(The lady was doing a contest.)
With a green circle, men who wish to take their time
pleasuring a woman were invited to do so.

There were scores of signs for sale.

The foam wrestling mat vendor had long since

run out of monotone colors,
they were now casting mats out of
contrasting colored stripes, the patterns
had meaning.

Vin had a blue and gold stripe pattern that was

his alone, when he was in the mood, he would lie on his back
women would line up.
Once Vin set the timer at two minutes, he devoted the four ten hour
segments of Fleet Week to this, he had over 700 women
bounce up and down on his erection.
Kathy and Beatrice were genuinely impressed.

Vin wandered by one pattern, that meant

"COFFEE BREAK AREA."
This was another unforeseen problem
like the need for "EMPLOYEES ONLY."
to keep the guard force from going insane.
The problem resurfaced with the large number
of people working in the food court.
The sexual energy in the room was sufficient
to light florescent tubes. Employees could not
managed their eight hour shifts without becoming incoherent.

The solution was the coffee break striped wrestling mats.

Men would mill around in this area, there was no formal line.
The lady food service worker, would walk up and point
at one of the men. As they were already both naked
they began copulating rapidly in moments.
All singles bars should operate this way.
Vin tried loitering at the back of the crowd, it didn't work
it was like Chuck parting the Red Sea.
The next lady worker pointed at Vin and he was
soon engaged in public sex.

Kathy and Vin had visited the Grand Hotel for a third time.
They ask if the garden restaurant was willing to
become a food court participant at Fleet Week.
The dinner restaurant got jealous and threatened
to cause problems, so there were two grand
hotel food court restaurants. The general manager
asked if the hotel could also be a vendor.
At that point, they are the only non sex vendor
at the show.
They didn't work real hard at marketing the hotel,
the booth was just an excuse for senior management
to show up and fuck themselves silly.
The head of marketing turned out to be a lusty lady,
who won several contests.
Head of guest services, was a marvelously tall, beautiful
Black Lady, who had no trouble winning contests.

Kathy did a specials for her beloved hotel during VIP week.
She would enter the great convention hall wearing
one of her elegant business suits.
She would let the waiters and busboys slowly undress her.
Underneath her designer clothes was a garter belt and stockings.
These men had spent decades watching Lady Kathy
and her male companions in their restaurant.
Many of them masturbated regularly thinking
of how her marvelous golden gate must appear.
They lined up before her.
She pulled the train.
They fucked her for eighteen hours continuously every time.
___________________

For about 300 years, Vikings ran wild

through the English countryside.
Coastal towns and villages became fortified
to the point, it began to limit having a good time.

The trick was to paddle as far as possible

up some river, then a creek, finally leaving the boats
and walk for an hour or two on the foot.

As they approached an unfortified village,

the local men knew the drill, attempt to hide
the wives and daughters in a cave, and
they would be hanged by their testicles,
while watching gang rape.
The expected protocol: run away and hide.
After the Vikings had exhausted themselves
to the point they were no longer interested in
contributing to the gene pool, they would usually
stagger back to their boats without burning the village.

(People wonder why Denmark is populated by

are such a handsome people.
The Vikings only carried off the lookers. )

Vin had been looking for a young leopard

like this for some time, he needed a stand-in.
This leopard had what appeared to be a
triple dose of Viking genetics.
The fellow was as tall as Beatrice, his shoulders
were as wide as her hips. He had swimmers muscles,
as an ex-special boat service, person this was
not surprising.
What was unexpected was his ten inch tool.

It was plagiarizing an earlier stage play,

but the audience didn't mind.
The three sisters lead him onto the stage, pulling
on a chain attached to his testicles.

"We thought you'd know what to do with him."

"Hey you, do you fuck?"

Young Leopard played dumb.

Little Sister whipped the cattle prod out of a fast draw

holster.
She held the instrument aloft while holding the button down,
there was an outrageous buzzing sound, and the three inch arc.

"Ah, yes as a matter of fact, I am quite willing to fuck!"

The audience giggled.

They strapped him down on his back, restraining

only his wrists and ankles, so he was capable
of sufficient body motion.

Little Sister climbed on top, the paparazzi maneuvered

and the lenses found proper focus, it was like
trying to poke a marshmallow into a piggy bank.

Middle sister tried next, she actually got

part of the head into herself.

Big Sister was last, the first two sisters, used

four hands, thoroughly KYing the monster dick.

Big Sister did it, she got the monster in, about seven
inches of it anyway. She bounced up and down a
couple of times but it was obvious about four inches
of the monster was going to remain outside.
The cameras moved around, clearly showing
the bulge in her flat little abdomen, it was like
Kathy doing the 3 L, the intruder was so large
you could see the bulge of it from the outside.
She fucked him for twenty or thirty strokes
so the audience could appreciate her accomplishment.
She leaned forward and slid all the way up so only
the head was inside her.
"Okay, fuck me."
Little Sister, whipped out her cattle prod in a lightning
Quick Draw, standing slightly to the side, so as not to block the view
she held the cattle prod against the testicles, the close-up lens
showed her slender thumb millimeters away from the red button.

Young Leopard fucked for all it was worth, Big Sister moaned and groaned
she was either having a satisfying orgasm or faking one believably.

"Okay, he seems functional, you want to try?"

Beatrice climbed up and paused dramatically allowing

all the lenses time to focus.

The audience was moaning.

On the giant screen the tool looked like a telephone pole.

Beatrice, slowly began to squat, the telephone pole

smoothly slid out of sight.
"Okay tell him to fuck."

Little Sister performed another fast draw, again placing

the two electrode tips, against the testicles.
She didn't say anything, she didn't have to
He began fucking as though his life depended on it.

After a time it became obvious that he was coming.

Beatrice rose up, and in a smooth movement worthy
of a ballerina turned around and faced the audience
the massive deck was still ejaculating and
material collected on her dark pubic hair.
She reached down with both hands milking the huge
instrument, adding more fluid, to her dark patch.

"Anybody want some?"

Little Sister hopped up, she couldn't begin to fit
the monster inside her, but she had no trouble
getting the end of it into her mouth, the cameras
photographed her sucking motions, she straightened up
and swallowed. Little Sister smiled sweetly at the camera.

"He needs more vitamins."

They unstrapped the Young Leopard, the five of them

walked hand-in-hand to the edge of the stage.
"Kneel before me."
Young Leopard began cleaning Beatrice's
freshly fucked vagina with his tongue.

"That wasn't what I had in mind, oh well, never mind."

(Young Leopard was ad-libbing this was not in the script.)

Big Sister handed Beatrice the Laurel leaf crown.

While his tongue was inside her she crowned him
he rose to his feet, all five of them joined hands
again.

"Let the games begin!"

Vin was happy to have what he considered

a worthy stand-in.
When the welcome wagon committee scheduled him
time was some newly arrived lady, and a business
catastrophe caused him to no show, he felt like a complete shit.
Now he could send the Young Leopard as his stand-in.
Young Leopard would ask the lady, if Vin could have
a rain check.
(None of them ever said no.)
___________________

Four times a year. Vin and Kathy signed

the latter, formally inviting, a PIMC warship
to visit.
Three times a year the latter would remind
attendees, that Lady Kathy would be
spending time with her many non-military
friends and admirers.
The letter went on to explain that
lady K. would be standing in for Kathy.
No one ever complained.
___________________

Weasel was again causing problems,

he sensed that Vin and Kathy were
financially over extended, trying to
pay off, the hotel.

Vin's 10% of the take was a handshake agreement.

There was no contract.

Vin knew he had a problem with in three

steps into the room. Weasel had that
cat that ate the canary smile, everyone else
had an expression of grim resolve.
They wanted to "renegotiate" the contract.
Vin had a second dan in a martial art,
he knew how to fight, get them off balance,
keep them off balance, until they quit twitching.

"I'm so glad you brought this up, I've been

meaning to do so for a long time."
"Tasmanian Sea, and Beaufort Sea, have been
after me they have competing offers of 25%.
I've decided to go with Tasmanian Sea
as it is a newer boat, and their convention facilities are larger."
"As you have correctly pointed out. You are under
absolutely no contractual obligation, to give me a
silver penny."
"I am, however, under no contractual obligation to continue providing
Fleet Weeks for Davis Strait.
The commanding officer who decides where his vessels have R and R,
is a shooting buddy of mine."
"So if you gentleman will excuse me, I have
many details to attend to."

"Wait!, sit down!, you misunderstand, we called

you to this meeting, to discuss raising your fee!"

Weasel had abruptly quit smiling, but had enough sense

to keep his mouth shut, his bid to become president
of the association was obviously on hold.

"I'm afraid it's too late for that, I don't do discussions anymore,
Tasmanian Sea does business properly, they have unambiguous
contracts to avoid the sort of misunderstanding we are having."

"We agreed to meet again tomorrow with contracts!"

"I'm a businessman, not looking at your proposal, would be poor business."

Everyone but Weasel had gone back to smiling.

"There is however one bridge, we cannot recross."

"??????????."

"A deliberate, premeditated attempt was made here

today, to financially destroy Lady Kathy.
She would not love me, if she thought I was the sort
of man, capable of ignoring such a thing."

"What would you have us do?"

"When there is a coup d'etat that fails, someone must take the fall."
"For an offense of this nature, that would mean,
expulsion from the Hotel Owners Association."

Vin was staring at Weasel through all this.

Weasel was most definitely not smiling anymore.
Weasels expression morphed into something approaching
horror, as all eyes in the room trained on him like
twin gun barrels.

The president of the Association was speaking

"Let the minutes reflect that by unanimous vote,
be it resolved that ....."

Weasel was no longer listening, he rose to his feet

and walked, stiffly out of the room.

"Okay, we will meet again tomorrow, leave the actual rate

blank, we will fill the negotiated amount in by hand."
Vin stood and left the room.

Vin stopped in the hallway and flipped open his phone

"Kathie we have to talk, meet me
in front of the intercontinental ASAP"

There is possibility for confusion here, the wife

of the owner of the Drake Hotel (Weasel)
is named Kathie.
So we have Lady Kathy and Madame Kathie.

Madame Kathie and Vin had been friends for a very long time,
as Madame Kathie's husband owned a modest
three-star hotel in P2 she was not eligible
to be one of Beatrice's socially elite, select few.
After being abused by Beatrice's marketing committee
ladies, Vin had an aversion to having sex with any member of
the Aphrodite club, he was only an associate member
so he could meet high class tourist ladies.

But Vin genuinely liked women, he liked the way they tasted,
he liked the way they smelled, he liked their company.
Every time he passed Madame Kathie's table, she vibrated
imperceptibly, in a pleasing fashion.
One day Vin's hand moved of its own volition.
He did not sit at Madame Kathie's table as etiquette required
he held out his hand, she had four fingers inside his in an instant.

This was pre-Beatrice, at the time. Vin judged her

to be the best fuck on board, also she was blond,
Vin loved blonds.
As women do, who genuinely like a man,
Madame Kathie, suggested three of her friends to Vin.
As Madame Kathie and Vin became very good friends,
he slowly became aware of how badly her shit head
husband, treated his trophy wife.

She was in front of the intercontinental in a

matter of minutes.
"Let's walk, we have important matters to discuss."
"Your husband has been kicked out of the
Hotel Owners Association, for trying to financially
destroy, Lady Kathy and myself."
"This will make him very unhappy, it will be a miracle
if he does not go back to beating me! "
"If he returns to beating you, I will
challenge him to a duel and kill him."
"I am surprised you haven't done that already."
"People who know the both of us, would suspect my motives."
Vin observed dryly.
She laughed.
"What can I do?"
"Believe it or not, I want to patch this up, and have him
readmitted to the Hotel Owners Association."
"You are insane."
"No I'm a businessman, it's a type of insanity."
"Okay I'll go along, I just don't see what I can do to help."
They had been walking aft as they talked.
"I need a face-saving measure, face-saving for me anyway,
you will probably need to remind your loving husband
of my offer to kill him, if he puts bruises on you."

Madame Kathie had changed her stride, her hip was brushing
against Vin's, cats do this sort of thing well, women
are able when motivated.
They were passing in front of the Drake Hotel, Madame Kathie
was terrified, she had never known Vin to make
idle threats, he was one of those quietly lethal men, women find attractive.
She put her arm around Vin, knowing what she would feel,
yes, there was, where it always was, his 45 riding in a small of his back.
She relaxed, as they passed the Drake and
turned left into the Windsor Hotel.
The hotel's were identical in size and shared a common wall,
the two owners hated each other with a passion.

"Is the owner in?"

The clerk's eyes got real big, recognizing the two of them instantly.

“How may I help you?” being forewarned the owner was able
to maintain a proper hotelier expression.

"We need a room." Madame Kathie declared proudly.

"We have no luggage." Vin added needlessly.
A key was handed to them
"There will be no charge."

Madame Kathie and Vin kept their room for over two hours.
Vin had never been so thoroughly fucked in his life.
Lady Kathy was world-class and truly passionate.
But that particular afternoon, Madame Kathie was a
woman possessed.

Weasel was never mentioned.

Vin suggest to Madame Kathie that she visit
each of the hotel owners in turn, begging
she be allowed to plead her husbands case.

She was so thrilled with this suggestion, that

she shared with Vin, her belief that he was
capable of one more orgasm. (He was.)

Vin was sorely tempted to spend three days

and three nights in the room, sending out only
for room service.
However he had not been joking about being a businessman.
He was involved in negotiations that would either make
him or ruin him.
He had not had time to synchronize plans, with his soul mate.

Lady Kathy owned half the business, Vin sometimes thought

she did three quarters of the work, well if you considered
the efforts of, her marvelous staff, more like 98%.
Vin began to tell the tale chronologically when he got to the part
about asking the owner of the Windsor Hotel for a key,
Kathy rolled over on top and begin screwing him with
obvious delight, demanding that he continue his story
without interruption.
Vin described being screwed silly as best he could.

Lady Kathy was laughing, her laughter, causing her

vagina to twitch, they had to pause, waiting for Vin's orgasm.

This happened again when he got to the part about

sending Madame Kathie to the other owners as a beggar.
Kathy was a sweet person she loved everyone,
but wife beaters had to stand at the end of her line.

Vin was a little short of sleep, but felt he was up to

the business meeting.

"Gentlemen, before we get to these contracts, we have

some unfinished business."
"Weasels wife took the afternoon off, and used her
considerable charm and abilities to convince me,
perhaps we have been hasty in expelling one of our members."
Huge smiles around the table, people trying very very hard
not to guffaw.
And these men criticize their trophy wives for gossiping!

“I think we should do is make him suffer a little,

wait until the last possible moment, before
we send Fleet Week guests to his hotel."
"Be sure to tell him, he has his lovely wife to thank for this."
(They did.)

In addition to smiles, there was light applause, and

nodding of heads.

"Now as to the contracts, as I hope I made plain yesterday

I am not a rug merchant, we are not going to
spend hours playing badminton with numbers."
"I'm going to name the amount, and you are going
to write it down."
They were not smiling, but they slowly nodded their
heads more or less in unison.
Vin was sorely tempted, at 25% they could own their
hotel free and clear in seven or eight years.

He waited for a moment, Vin enjoyed working a crowd.

"The amount will be 10%"
"But wait, we can do ....."
Vin held up his hand like a cop stopping traffic.
"We agreed there would be no negotiation, I will
set the rate and you will write it down."
There were huge smiles all around, Vin had only
become a hotel owner, a short time before,
he was still learning the trade, didn't matter,
he was to be their next president, if they had to
tie him to the chair with duct tape.

"With one exception, the Drake Hotel,

have the amount printed, the amount
will be 20%"

Vin did not think they were capable of smiling

to a greater degree, he was wrong.

With Vin's help, Madame Kathie obtained

the services of the very best attorney
on board, she was threatening Weasel
with total financial ruin. He settled,
she got 49% of his stock in the hotel,
and a seat on the board of directors.

Some of the things were negotiated

on a separate contract that was signed and notarized.
(Vin had helped her with legal terminology, and paid
for the lawyer.)
She had recent become interest in bondage,
for her to become excited, Weasel would
be restrained, she might bring friends to watch.
While in his submissive bondage equipment,
he was to give her oral sex until
she told him to stop.
If she was not in the mood for oral sex
she might strap on a double ender
and have anal sex with him, while
he was immobilized.
In signing the document he was agreeing
this would be their only form of intimacy.
Penalties, yada yada yada.

This had gone on for several months

Weasel had almost becoming comfortable
in his bondage gear.
Madame Kathie was on the phone
"Come on up."
Young Leopard and Vin had been waiting in the lobby.
Weasel was restrained in such a fashion
that he could not avoid watching.
They did, double vaginal, and a sandwich
before his disbelieving eyes.
He was ordered to clean up the mess
with his tongue.
He refused.
Madame Kathie produced the contract, "You need
to reread the penalty clause, if you are in default
on your contract, I own your hotel.
I have two witnesses, to your noncompliance."

Weasel cleaned up the mess.

Madame Kathie was smiling hugely as

she displayed, her double ender,
it had a huge dildo for her, and a
small one suitable for anal sex.
"Have you ever considered turning it around?"
Leopard asked.
Madame Kathie looked startled, thought about it a moment,
and started unstrapping the devise.
She stood smiling as they strapped it on her,
with the small anal probe sticking into her vagina.
She turned slowly to the left, and then to the right
like a woman proudly displaying eight months
of pregnancy.
She had everyone's undivided attention.
She now had a penis bigger than Young Leopards.

"ssh ah n n no no! No! NO! NOOOOOOOOOO!"

When she was finished, the slowly extracted
devise was covered with blood.

"You know that thing is bigger than your fist"

Vin observed.
“There is that jar of muscle liniment there, so you can
lubricate your knuckles?”
"no No NO NOOOOOOOOOO!"

They dressed and left while she was hard at it,

Weasel did not notice they're leaving.
Vin was glad he had not killed Weasel in a dual.
This was so much better.

Word spread quickly.

Ladies in the Aphrodite club ask politely,
if the contract specified, the sex of visitors?

Madame Kathie had become bored with

Weasel, so she accepted the offer of help.
There were soon as sign-up sheet in the back room.
At the end of each day Weasel would find
his wife and two Aphrodite ladies in the bedroom.
It was a different two ladies each evening.
Some of the ladies were curious, interested
in having a man give them oral sex without limit.
Once on a bet they had him go for over an hour.

Some had never seen a man, take it in the ass.

Some had never strapped on a double ender before.
They were equally divided over whether the woman
should pleasure herself with the large dildo,
or whether it was better to give than receive.
Some of them had vagina's that were simply not able
to swallow the ridiculously large dildo.
Some had never seen a man fisted, some had never
fisted a man before.
Weasel generally found himself giving pleasure,
with one end while simultaneously being abused
at the other end.

Madame Kathie was not really into bondage, she was

astounded to find women she had known for years
were.
They gave her a gift of a small bird cage devise
that fit over Weasels penis preventing an erection.
They gave her gold plated weights and bells,
to hang from his testicles.
They was mobile bondage equipment, so
Weasel did not have to be tied to an ironing board
as Madame Kathie had naively done.
(Lady Kathy had gave her an ironing board,
of good German construction.)
Once, two of them literally dragged Weasel by the testicles
into the bathroom.
They had astounding devices in their make up case
instruments for forcing water into the human body.
One of them fisted Weasel describing in clinical terms
to her friend the capacity of his bowel.
They squatted and urinated into
containers before filling them with ice, and water.
They hung the obscenely bulging transparent bags
from the shower curtain rod.
One of them began yanking on Weasels testicles
until he opened his mouth,
they stuffed a used sanitary napkin in tying it in
place with the white cords that come with sanitary napkins.
They measured how many quarts of iced urine entered his body,
being careful not to add so much that he would rupture.

Madame Kathie sat on the commode astonished at what

she was witnessing.
After they had Weasels bladder, looking like
three months of pregnancy.
They turned away apparently forgetting him.

They had brought Madame Kathie's double ender

into the bathroom, they kissed deeply as
two lovers can, standing directly in front of Weasel
they began fucking each other with the huge
double ended strap on dildo.
After awhile they traded so the other could enjoy the large end.
Madame Kathie had become so horny she spread her legs
and took the large dildo in her vagina, her friend fucking
her with great skill, as she leaning back on the toilet.

After a time the two friends, turned looking

at Weasel, he had begun with a tiny pathetic
shrunken dick, after the plastic tubing was
forged through him into his bladder.
One of them had stood before Weasel,
looking into his eyes, her breasts flattened against his chest,
her hands clutching his ass, her vagina
clutching his penis, as she fucking him to
within an inch of orgasm.
She had hopped out of the way as her friend,
in one smooth motion forced,
clear tubing through his dick and into his bladder.
They both stared into his eyes as they squeezed
a rubber ball, inflating a balloon inside of him
making the tubing a permanent fixture.

He now had a huge erection with tubing

protruding from the end.
The two women smiled knowingly at each other,
one of them held her hands outward palms upward,
her friend squirted a mound of hand lotion
into each palm.
The woman walked around behind Weasel rubbing her pubic hair
on his ass cheeks, in a circular grinding motion,
his erection grew noticeably.
She reached around with, both hands
carefully spreading the hand lotion, over his dick.
She began giving him a slow expert hand job.
Weasel was suspended by his wrists, he began moaning and moving
against his restraints.

Soon, long strands of dissolved seminal fluid

could be seen, in the clear plastic tubing.
While Weasel was still in the midst of his
hydraulically pressurized ejaculation,
the one from behind put both hands on his
three months pregnant bladder,and pulled,
the one from the front pushed, Weasel convulsed.

Madame Kathie stared unbelievably at the

transparent hanging bag.
At the very bottom were the tubing was attached
you could clearly see the upward geyser as Weasels
bladder content was abruptly shoved into the hanging container.
The transparent bag quivered as though it was alive.
Weasel did more than quiver.

The women, jerked their hands away,

staring as he promptly returned to being three months pregnant.
They repeated the process six or seven times, laughing.
Pointing at his penis, which had shrunk back to nothing
attempting to hide between his testicles.

One of the women squatted in front of Weasel

fisting herself smiling up at him.
Her friend walked over gently pulling the fist free
replacing it with their own, the two women began
fisting each other, their heads turned to the side,
as they stared into Weasels eyes, leering at him.
After they had fisted each other to orgasm
still being cross connected by their forearms
they dropped their gaze to Weasels, penis
he was erect again.

Madame Kathie continued sitting on the toilet

goggle eyed at the ongoing obscenity.

One them returned with a circa 1880 black

and red whalebone corset, which they carefully
almost lovingly strapped onto the suspended man.
They would occasionally reached down, gently
stroking his manhood to maintain his erection.
The back of the corset had a zipper, which was
protected by Velcro, that was secured with brass snaps.
Bulletproof vests are not secured this well.
They began a slow process that took many minutes,
they would raise their knees bracing him
from both sides as they pulled the laces tight.
The lace tightening was repeated three or four times.
Eventually, Weasel was back to nearly normal,
many quarts of water had been squeezed from his
bloated abdomen, he had a sick smile,
one of the women was licking the underside of his dick,
the tubing preventing her from giving him a blow job.

Weasel watched, they leaned his wife against the

bathroom wall her legs widely spread, her vagina slightly
above the toilet paper roll, they gave each other the
high five and continued holding their hands together
they knelt and made a spear fist of their two hands.
They slowly inserted this compound fist into his
wife's quivering vagina, they began with great
tenderness to give her a double fist fuck.
Her pussy lips were separated from each other
an amazing distance.
Their two slender arms disappearing into the
obscenely dilated pink opening.

Madame Kathie was having an incredible

orgasm, the back of her head thumping rhythmically
against the wall.

Madame Kathie had been instructed to

give her wife beating husband a hand job,
as soon as the seminal fluid was visible in the clear tubing
she was to sit on the toilet,
fisting herself while looking lovingly into
his eyes.
While he pointed his tubing adorned erection at her.
She did as instructed.

The front of the Victorian whorehouse garment,

had pins securing it like an old-fashioned
military parachute.
One of the women knelt in front of Weasel
holding her gold plated German digital camera.
Madame Kathie was stroking away with her hand.
Weasel was shuddering, the long strands of
dissolved fluid were becoming visible.
She nodded to her friend, who pulled the tab,
there was a pop, the camera caught the fleeting
instant where the corset was wings on either side of him,
it's swung around behind him and landed unnoticed
in the bathtub with a thump.
The camera filmed his abdomen, doing a rapid
frame by frame as it capture the amazing images,
you could see the bowel inflate, as though a pack
of hamsters were rapidly rushing forward, in a race to
his small intestine.
The bladder went from unnoticed to protruding
like a cantaloupe.
His erection vanished.
As his penis pulled back the plastic tubing was expelled,
looking as though it was being extruded by a machine..
Weasel was jangling his testicle bells
like Santa's reindeer at full gallop.
Amazing sounds escaped around the edges
of the damp sanitary napkin.

The two women stood in front of him, laughing

bouncing up and down on their toes, aping
the motions of prizefighters, they began
using Weasel's protruding bladder as a punching bag.
Weasel was positive they were hitting him with full force.
They were pulling their punches, so as not to
pop his bladder like a balloon.
Tiring of this, one of them walked around
behind Weasel, reaching around him with her slender arms,
she laced her fingers together, her two palms resting
lightly on top the bruised cantaloupe,
she could clearly feel inside his abdomen.
Her friend reached forward almost tenderly
like a man, reaching out to feel his wife's pregnancy.
The two women looked at each other and nodded.

They added another couple of pounds to the

weights to those already hanging from his balls.
The one behind repeated the obscene circular
motion, rubbing the mouth of her vagina
across his ass cheeks, she breathed warm air
into his ear, licking it with her pink tongue.
She whispered softly in his ear
"Do you regret beating your wife?"
She reached around and yanked
on the dangling weights, causing his bells to jingle.

Finally, one of the women, said

"I know of a marvelous restaurant."
Weasel found himself alone in the bathroom
hanging by his wrists, tubing protruding from his
genitalia, quivering so his bells were making music.
He heard the front door open and close.

There was of course a problem the next morning,

Weasel had been instructed to clean thoroughly
using bleach, and dry his urological equipment.
He had not packed things correctly in the
clear plastic bag with handles, so Madame Kathie
dumped the contents onto the bed, and
repacked it with the 750cc Clear Silicone Double
Balloon Enema Retention Nozzle on one side
and the whorehouse corset on the opposite side.
The Foley catheter went on top.

You will walk down the main promenade to

Mistress Ann's where you will deliver this
into her hands, you will have conversation with her
as a proper gentleman.

Weasel had closed his eyes. He was able to

envision the conversation in his mind:
"What are these things?"
"And I left them at your house?"
"I have poor short-term memory, take each
items out of the bag, and tell me how you
used them."
"No, no way, you are clearly making all this up,
accusing a lady like myself of such a thing!"
"Admit that you made it all up."
"And the part about the sanitary napkin as well?"
"Okay, I believe you, but if I hear of
you sharing these incredible fantasies with another
living person, there will be legal action!"

"No."
"No?, I'm not sure you understand, one word from me
and you will be expelled from the Venetian Club,
you have three complaints already, for
your fourth offense you're out in the street.
Your only option left will be receiving a
blow job at the Eagles bar.
Of course they'll want payback, they will
spread eagle you on the bar top, and line up
behind you, like Marines at Fleet Week.
They know they will not have to hold you down.
You will lie there taking it willingly, perhaps you
will talk dirty to them.
They will be thrilled, if they need to hold you down,
it will mean they won't need to use rubbers."

Weasel had gone pale, this is why Lazarus

is often accused of being homophobic,
semen in a man's rectum, causes him
to lose his disease protection within twelve hours
he will begin aging noticeably within twenty four.
Occasionally in big cities, you will see someone
like this shuffling along.
"Mommy mommy, why is that man ..."
"shush dear, do not stare."

Weasel hoped the social ladies,

with their social commitments, would not
have more than an hour or two to devout, to him.

He had failed to account for his wife's, creativity.

In managed democracies they put you in jail for
doing what Madame Kathie did.
Her husband had insisted housekeeping be
one hundred percent attractive Latino ladies,
he never considered having sex with them,
men like him did not do such a thing.
However being a sadistic bastard, he
verbally abused them.
Kathy, showed them a copy of the contract,
explaining the sort of things, her husband
was now legally required to do.
The ladies covered their mouths with their hands,
and giggled like Japanese girls.
She thought she would have to threaten them
giving the unwilling ones thirty day notice.
There was no need for threats.
They were all willing.

Freed from bondage, and the birdcage

that prevented his erection, Weasel would
stagger to the Venetian Club.
He had been expelled from the Aphrodite club.
The Venetian Club ladies, being fully aware
of his status as a wife beater, used every possible
means to obstruct and delay his quest for
a willing vagina.
They took endless pleasure in finding
a new and novel excuse each evening.
Forms would get lost and have to be
filled out again. Sorry, you missed this
part and don't forget the essay page.
Ladies would complain about his conduct.
A meeting be held to discuss
the allegations before he was
free to use the clubs services.
One night they had filling out forms, until after closing.
He had to go home and masturbate.

Even when they let him, the ladies available to him,

looked like third-generation forestry workers.
He had to service everyone in the, left over ladies group,
he had no choice.
There were no other Ladies Clubs on board.

Weasel had called every attorney on board, multiple

times, none of them ever returned his call.

Other than with Vin, Madame Kathie rarely had sex

in the Ladies Club anymore, she had
regularly scheduled sex, two or three
times a day with various hotel owners.
She was positive, her husband knew,
his oral sex duties were always after
she had finished with the hotel owners.
She was too refined a lady
to discuss this with him however.
She did talk it over with a couple of
her hotel owners, they agreed with her.
How could he possibly not know?

She became a regular at Vin and Kathy's

Thursday night, Young Leopard was
always her escort. Sometimes the two
of them would put on a show to get the
crowd off to a good start.

After about a year she divorced

Weasel and married Young Leopard.
They lived happily ever after.

Her divorce with Weasel went smoothly,

he had tears in his eyes as he signed
the papers. He was taking out a
thirty year mortgage to make the lump sum
payment, buying Madame Kathie's 49% back.
It was a seven-figure amount,
a million gold, buys a hundred times
what old empire paper rectangles used to buy.
They stood up, Madame Kathie was wearing
a marvelous business suit, that looked good
on her, he glanced briefly at the marvelous breasts
he would never touch again.
You could have knocked him, over with
a turkey feather, when she took him by the hand.
"Come."
She lead him upstairs to their bedroom, where
she gave him oral sex.
There had been a time when he had held her
roughly by the hair as he forced her to do this.
She rolled over, spreading her legs.
He knew this was more slow torture, he would never again
be allowed inside this marvelous vagina.
He plunged in balls deep.
She let him go as long as he was able,
he came three times, but eventually,
his limp dick, slipped out into the cold.
His moment in paradise was over.

She got up and dressed without a word.

She closed the door behind herself without looking back.
Weasel laid on his back and cried like a baby.
The woman he had loved was gone forever.

He knew his she had gone directly to the

ornate front doors, and had walked proudly through them.
Actually, he was wrong about that.
His former wife had stopped by housekeeping
on the way out.

Weasel was still crying when he heard knocking,

he ignored the knocking, it continued.
Finally, he staggered to the door, he would shock them
with his nakedness, they would be embarrassed
and go away.
It was the Head Of Housekeeping, she had a nice figure,
not overly tall, and had the dark hair, of all Latino ladies.
She looked calmly at his nudity, standing there saying nothing
finally, Weasel unable to think of anything else to do
took a step back, allowing her into the room.
She carefully bolted the door, looking around the room
as if seeing it for the first time.
She calmly began removing her gray and white
House livery uniform, she was soon standing naked
from the waist up.

Weasel was trembling, on his knees before

all deities, who lived or ever would live,
he was mortgaging his soul for all eternity,
as guarantee he would never put bruises
on this woman's body.

With trembling fingers, he removed her skirt,

she had an enormous bush
of curly dark hair that mostly concealed
her womanhood, not entirely however,
She had obviously had a least one child.
Weasel fell to his knees before her, his powerful
tongue, reaching for her womanhood.
 [ 39. Finland in February ]

Vin enjoyed money, many moneyed people

have grasping greedy, personalities, and
amass fortunes ripping other people off.
The very personality that allows them capital
accumulation, prevents their enjoying it.
Vin had slipped and fallen in it, he was mainly
just trying to help, the harder he tried to help,
the more money fell from the sky.
He was careful not to use his money
to hurt others, being vindictive, as so many
powerful people seem to do.
He never, no that's not right, but then Weasel
was a special exception.
He had tried to destroy Lady Kathy, not for her money.
Weasel had tried to destroy her, so he could become
president of a volunteer committee!

Vin used Katzie's people, these special agencies

would do business with anyone, even Colombian
cocaine merchants, with a history of applying
running chainsaws to quivering flesh.
There was a difference, however, if the information
they were paid to unearth was in any way detrimental to
someone on the A list, then the information was not passed on.
Katzie's introduction, meant Vin went immediately
onto the A list, a unique honor, for a Gaijin.

The couple were returning from an unhappy vacation

to Portugal, they could no longer afford the south of France.
He had put his arm around his wife as she sat crying
silently, in the rail car, staring at her second-class ticket.
There was nothing he could say, they were second class.
They had sold their family title for the money they were
living on. In many ways their life was better, they could afford
two holidays a year now, as long as they did not
waste money, on luxuries like first-class tickets.
At the end of their holiday he had purchased two first-class
tickets for their return journey. His wife had again cried
silently, looking at the ticket in her hand.
When she had recovered sufficiently, she took her frustrations
out on him verbally, he was a fool for spending the money,
he was responsible for losing their first fortune.
He would be eating cabbage and lentils for months,
while she recovered the money he had squandered.

They were not pleased at seeing the elegantly preserved pre

1964 Rolls-Royce parked in front of their block of flats.
Long ago that it had friends, who could keep cars like this,
they glanced briefly at the elegant car as they walked by
towing their second-class luggage on rollers.
They were dimly aware of people getting out of the car,
the wife was more aware of someone reaching for the
telescoping handle of her suitcase, she tensed up.

It was not that good a neighborhood, there was a mosque

not two blocks away, it was not safe to be out after dark.
She felt vast relief, as the hand reaching for her suitcase,
had a voice, she knew this man.
She did not know, the blond lady with him however,
but like a knife turning in her gut she knew with absolute
certainty who it was. They were living on the money
made from selling this woman her title.
Still, there were appearances to be maintained, there was
no avoiding inviting Vin and Kathy up for tea.

Even though these people lived in a city state, there were still
Americans, practically animals, when it came to social
sensitivity, they could not possibly realize how socially inappropriate
an awkward this moment was. Surely they were not doing it
on purpose, some sadistic motivation perhaps?
No clearly they were not, Lady Kathy was a sweet person,
although her naiveté was glaringly obvious.

"And so the Earl has invited the four of us, to his château for the weekend."

They were both opening her mounds to speak the socially

acceptable translation of Hell no, you stupid slut!

Kathy had been born an aristocrat, her title was an adornment,

she knew how to give orders to second-class citizens.

"I will not hear of it, do you expect me to call the Earl,
and tell him my friends feel they are too good
for one of his guest rooms?"

"Go, change your clothes and pack."

Kathy, obviously did not consider for a moment that they would take
their luggage on rollers to a château.

The bright spot in the moment, was that they did have
clothing from the old days carefully dry cleaned,
hanging, under plastic, at the back of the closet.
By standing on chairs, they could reach the top of the closet,
where there old luggage had been carefully stored.

First-class luggage does not have wheels and telescoping handles.

Vin carried one suitcase, the husband carried his own.
The ride to the airport was silent.

Few words were exchanged in the large Grumman business jet.

Unavoidable, Smalltalk.
"Yes you are correct, this is Gordon Rouse."
Kathy did not torture them, with first-class Smalltalk.

A Maybach Limousine met them at the jetport.

There was a European miracle, the sun was shining.

They had a lovely dinner, charming company, and a

good night's rest in a four poster bed, that should have been
in a museum.
The next morning, after a marvelous breakfast they were
escorted into the library.
“Countess , Count.”
Their host indicated chairs.
“Perhaps I should not refer to you as Countess and Count
Until after Vin has had an opportunity to explain.”

Kathy had made a couple of phone calls

“Hey, Sergei, who are we friends with that can grant titles of nobility?”

Vin had also made some phone calls also, he wanted to know if Katzie
had half a dozen or so, small European corporations, that would be
economically viable, with better local supervision.
Katzie checked with his people, they were not exactly under performing
there were just too small potatoes for his conglomerate.
They got to work on forming a new holding Corporation, and
scooting the small potatoes in to it.

“So there you have it, I need a general manager at the holding company
level, who is not afraid, to do as much hands-on management
as is needed to keep these companies as profitable as they
have been up until now.
You will notice on the contracts, this is in no way a gift, hard work
will be required, but if you read the buyout conditions carefully, you will see
these companies generate enough cash flow, you can own the
holding company out right, in a few decades.
Oh I almost forgot the holding company also owns a small estate,
it's out of the way, and not very large as far as the estate go,
but if you own the holding corporation outright, you will also
own the estate free and clear.

So I'm looking for a general manager, you know how us Americans are,
we're not happy that we do not have any nobility of our own,
I thought of you guys initially, but I passed you over.
Fortunately Lady Kathy, reminded me that the Earl can grant titles,
so, if you're willing to let the him do this, the job is yours”

It's nice to have money enough, to do nice things for nice people.

Kathy entered into a conspiracy with Beatrice, they hid

the Count and Countess at the bankers.

Kathy told Vin he had some VIPs to escort.

Vin was right on time.
“You remember the Count and Countess?”
Indeed he did, the Countess was a looker
in her fine clothes, naked, she looked very good also.

Vin held out his elbow, he had done the VIP tour
so many times he could do it with his eyes closed,
they started on the far side of the great hall, touring
all the major streets.
The Countess was a charming conversationalist
and ask pertinent questions, she seemed genuinely
pleased with herself, when her sexually explicit
questions caused Vin to begin having an erection.
Vin didn't mind, he wouldn't be in this line of work
if he was bashful.
The Countess seemed most interested in contests.
“Give it a try. Vin suggested”
The Countess pushed the fiberglass wand out of the way,
that was blocking her passage between the velvet ropes.
“You notice from the counter here, the last woman
had 74 men”
“Seventy three.” the Countess corrected him.
“See those two buttons there?”
“Push them simultaneously”
“See, the count is now 000 “
“All you have to do now, is lie down, and spread your legs.”
“Yes, the average is around one hundred men during a
ten hour contest, as it is possible to participate in four contests
during the seventy two hours,
women who wish to do so can have sex
with about four hundred men.”

“I am fortunate to have a thoroughly European husband.”

She looking at Vin in a fashion that caused his erection
to reach one hundred percent.
She was lying on her back with her legs spread,
“The counter now read 001 “
Vin penetrated her, without further ado.

The last stage of the tour went past the vendors

and the employees only booths, the only thing
remaining was animals. Vin was neutral, with his elbow
so it was as easy, to turn right, away from the hallway,
or to continue strait on. Firm pressure on the
elbow, left no doubt as to their destination.

Vin had his animals VIP tour down pat,

“The lady lies on her back in the harness here,
she slides back and forth, the animal has no opportunity
to lunge forward injuring her”
“The horse collar apparatus, serves the function
of preventing over penetration, with this machine
the woman is more passive, and the donkey
supplies, the enthusiasm”
“The Asian pot bellied pigs are for petite women
with very small vagina's”
“Sheep are the closest to human beings
in genitalia size, any woman, who is
interested in a novel experience will,
appreciate Dolly the ram here”
(The staff had better sense than to name any of the
llamas Dolly, Vin was a practicing Buddhist.)

Vin was starting to move on to the llamas,

and canines, but the pressure on his elbow steered his
hand to within centimeters of the latch on Dolly's gate.”
They were through the gate in a moment.
“What do I do?”
“Lie down over there and spread your legs,
Dolly has done this before, you don't need to buy him a drink.”
Blushing pink with excitement, the Countess did as instructed.
Dolly performed as advertised, the Countess
was one of those highly vocal women, she was
doing partial sit ups, her hair streaming in an arc.
Through it all she managed to match Dolly
thrust for thrust, she ended up urinating
on the straw bale as she reached her screaming orgasm.
Vin took Dolly's place, the Countess had made him
so horny he was about to pop.
Vin climaxed rapidly once, continuing to thrust
through his ejaculation beginning work on number two,
as he was thrusting away he noticed the Countess
was looking up, and to her left.
The animal pavilion does not have wooden bleachers
suitable for basketball spectators.
The benches are well padded, so as not to bruise
the backs of ladies heads.
This was well, as it was Lady Kathy and the Count
In the bleachers, the Count was hard at it Lady Kathy
had her long legs around him hanging on tight.
They waited until the Count finished his orgasm
and waved, with come here hand motions.

Lady Kathy demonstrated the donkey machine

it was unbelievably obscene, watching her
matching the donkey stroke for stroke, eighteen inches
of huge organ disappearing into her body
with each lunge.
She stood up triumphantly with donkey juice
running out of her like a garden hose.

“Come with me” she told the Countess who was

plainly lubricating to her knees.

“These are llamas.”

“Yes, these two are specially trained.”
“Lie down over there.”
The Countess did as instructed

Kathy showed her that it was possible to train

two llamas to cooperate with each other, and
do a double vaginal penetration.

Kathy had to lay down on an adjacent straw bale

Vin slid underneath her, the Count was
standing there with a huge erection, watching
his wife's obscene performance, patiently waiting
his turn, on top of Kathy.
Kathy hissed at him to get his attention,
understanding dawned on his face.
While his wife was doing double V with the llamas
he moved forward, demonstrating that men
were as adaptable as llamas.

Kathy had the couple moved to their townhouse

so is it would be more convenient for them on
Thursday night.
Fleet Week was only five days away.
Kathy had conspired with Beatrice she was
to be as sexually provocative as possible
with her house guests, but not actually
let the Count have any.
They had special entertainment, that evening
Madame Kathie was there, with two of her friends
from the Aphrodite club.
One of the friends pulled out a gold plated
German digital camera, and cabled it up
to the display wall.
Madame Kathie hopped up and stood on top of their
extremely over engineered coffee-table.
“Your attention please, we have a short film,
Vin helped me write a contract obligating
my former husband, to provide certain
sexual acts, or he would be in default
and lose his hotel”
“The poor simpleton could not read
without his lips moving.”
“The film you're about to see is what
these two ladies did to him in the bathroom”
we do not have a film of what
I was doing, leaning against
the far wall of the bathroom,
we will have to re-create that part
in real time.”

The two friends knelt they gave each other the

high five they continued holding their hands together
as they made a spear fist of their two hands
which they slowly inserted into his Madame Kathie's vagina,
they began with great tenderness to
give her a double fist fuck, their two slender
arms disappearing into the pink opening.

When Madame Kathie was most of the way

to her orgasm she shouted
“Role it.”

The image took up the entire wall

for an instant the corset was wings on either side of
Weasel, it swung around behind him and disappeared
into the bath tub .
The film of his abdomen, showed the bowel inflating,
as though a pack of hamsters were racing for
the large intestine.
The bladder went from unnoticed to protruding
like a cantaloupe.
His erection vanished.
As his penis slid backward the plastic tubing was expelled,
looking as though it was being extruded by a machine..

Madame to Kathy was having an orgasm of sufficient

magnitude both friends had to reach up
with their spare hands grabbing her wrists
so she would not fall off the coffee table.
She caught her breath.
“Would you believe my unrepentant wife beater
of a husband gave me an uncontested divorce after that?”

The audience was howling.

The Count looked down to see, who was holding his erection
with such a warm hand.
It was Beatrice she tugged on his member giving him very
little choice in the matter.
“Follow me.”
They went into the master bedroom and around to the far side
of the super King bed.
She and the Count climbed into bed together.

Lady Kathy had hopped up on the overbuilt coffee-table,

Vin was standing beside the Countess, watching Lady Kathy
take a wide stance, leaning her head back, her long blond hair
streaming down her back.
The two friends began moving toward her.
Little Sister moved around the backside of the coffee table.

While Madame Kathie gave him a blow job Vin watched

them triple fist the woman he loved.

“Countess may I present my good friend Young Leopard”

“Will you be so good as to show the contessa your surprise”
The Countess was looking down at his surprise.
She a huge smile she reached over, closing her long fingers
around the huge tool, he in turn, took her by the hand,
she followed willingly into the master bedroom.

She smiled with dimples as she recognized Beatrice and the Count.
She laid on her side of the bed, and slowly spread her legs.
After everyone and had at least two orgasms,
they traded partners, Young Leopard made a joke of it
acting as though he did not know they were man and wife.
“Hey man you want to trade, I found this really hot number
at the party, you gotta give her back though.”

The Count and Countess found it incredibly erotic having

sex with each other.
They had wife swapped hundreds of times
but never had it occurred to them to have sex together,
at such an event.
Later, Beatrice, and the Countess took turns
one would do, double vaginal, while the other watched.
Everyone watched as the Young Leopard slowly fisted
Beatrice.

Vin and Kathy slept in a guest bedroom that night.

At one point during breakfast the following morning

Young Leopard ask if the Duchess could pass him
some mushroom sauce.
“Duchess?” The Countess asked
“Oh yes” Vin replied
“Lady Kathy talked them into changing the Constitution, making it possible.”
The Count had picked up, one of Beatrice's hands, he carefully
kissed her knuckles
“Duchess” he said reverently.”
___________________

Little Sister had returned she had been gone for over two months,
visiting friends, she had taken ill with unspecified “female”
problems.
She immediately preempted all other females on board
with her invitation at the club.
It was definitely Little Sister, cute is a puppy, barely five feet tall,
freckles, short brown hair, the quintessential fourteen year
old schoolgirl.
That there were no more schoolgirls added to her appeal.

People who attempt to predict what societies will do in the future

are fools.
Pedophilia is no longer the great social shame it once was,
these people no longer prayed on people's children,
there were no other people's children for them to pray on.
Stand up comics have several pedophile jokes in every routine.
They have their own special Ladies Clubs, in big cities,
where women like Little Sister, made huge fortunes.

She undressed Vin, giving him brief oral sex.

Vin was not really into blow jobs, or anal sex.
Little Sister was in to both, perhaps compensating
for her inadequate vagina.
She was able to take Vin anally with no problem, and often
brought him to climax this way, Vin did not object,
he knew Little Sister had needs as well, proving she was
a complete woman was all right by Vin.
When you love someone their problems become your own.

But Little Sister knew what Vin wanted, she hopped up on the
vinyl covered padded table. All Ladies Clubs by then had given
up the hassle, of cleaning and laundering sheets.
Vin entered her cautiously and slowly, they had done this before
hundreds of times, he knew exactly how far he could go without
causing her pain.
They made love, as they always had, Little Sister, hunched over
both her hands curled around Vin's love handle, her vagina
was stroking the top half of his dick, her hands the bottom half.
She let him get halfway to his orgasm and become sufficiently
distracted.
In a lightning quick motion, her slender arms snaked around
Vin's hips, her hands gave a convulsive tug on his ass cheeks,
as her small loin section gave a synchronized thrust.
Vin felt his testicles thump against her skinny buttocks.
He looked down in horrified amazement, he looked first
at the vagina, that had swallowed his seven inch tool,
he raised his eyes to Little Sisters triumphantly smiling face.
“Well, are you just going to stand there like a lump? ”
Vin summoned up his number one sexual fantasy
the one he used when he had to hurry up and get off.
He managed to come almost immediately, hauling it out
triumphantly like a porno star, Little Sister bent over
and began sucking on it, her tiny lungs, making a vacuum
that would have pulled a golf ball through a cheap garden hose.

Ladies Clubs. Unfortunately do not have beds, allowing

couples to lie side by side and talk, this is no oversight.
The get your business done, and get off for the next fellow,
rule applied to Ladies Club rooms as well.
Vin sat in the chair like Freud talking to the small
person reclining on the well padded tabletop.
Little Sister was playing hard to get, she indicated it was
a religious miracle, allowing that she had been meditating
in Vin's hidden Rinzai Temple.

Vin wasn't having any of it, he carefully shared with

Little Sister, his sexual fantasy involving her.
She brushed by bright pink. She laid-back squeezing her
slender thighs together in a bicycle riding motion,
she shuddered and orgasmed.
She then ask Vin if he was teasing her with his offer,
he assured that he was not.
She submitted to interrogation.

She had been sitting in a table at the Aphrodite club

a well-dressed Japanese tourists lady was sitting
at the table next to her. Words were exchanged
the Japanese tourists lady turned out to be a charming
conversationalist, totally fluent in English.
All Japanese women can discuss sexual matters
comfortably, but the depth and breadth of this woman's
knowledge was incredible.
First Lady had expected, Little Sister to react as a typical
American woman, hiding lack of knowledge, behind embarrassment.
The young woman was like one of her geisha's in training,
she had trouble concealing her surprise.

“Come back later” Little Sister said to some fellow without

looking up.

“This is your first visit to the club?”

“And you are not sure of the polite way to
tell these Gaijins what pleases you?”

“Hey you” Little Sister said to a passing Norwegian tourist

“That's not a couple of socks, you have stuffed in there is it ?”
The man smiled , answering slowly, English was
obviously not his first language, he had been told
American women were almost as forward as Australian women.
“Well that's nice, but that's only the half of it,
do you have long slow fingers, and a slow tongue as well?”
“That's nice, do you think you could use your equipment
to bring pleasure to my Japanese friend here?”
“Bow to her, hold out your hand, and say onegai shimasu. “
“Okay, bow to her, and hold out your hand.”

Little Sister, was gone by the time First Lady had

finished with her new Norwegian friend, who had dutifully
return her business card to her at the geisha house.
Vin had made no effort at marketing the geisha house,
the girls were board and horny.
They were thrilled to have the huge Norwegian as a
guest, they made him feel truly welcome.
He went home and told his friends they
should spend their next vacation on Davis Strait.

First Lady told Vin about it, he howled in amusement.

Vin had his administrative assistant task Kathy's working girls
with finding the man's name and the Norwegian village he came from.
The man from was from a small fishing village.
Vin offered them a full one week, all expense paid trip.
The village had to vote, on attending during Fleet Week or not.
They chose Fleet Week.

It took First Lady a week to track down Little Sister.

In desperation, she had called Vin, who laughed uproariously
in a most un-Japanese fashion.
Finally, he told her what she wanted to know.

Little Sister received an elegant invitation at work, she opened it

with little interest, she received hundreds of such cards.

It was from First Lady, she sat up straight, and began

reading with interest.

Little Sister enjoyed her meal at the Japanese restaurant,

First Lady had joined her, with the three geisha's in training
serving them.
The conversation had turned to tea, Little Sister allowed
that she had an interest in the tea ceremony, taking note
of the tea House visible in the formal garden.
Not to have tea served, but do have someone take the time
to explain the ceremony to her.
It was the beginning of a lifelong friendship.

Little Sister became the unofficial fourth geisha girl in training.

She went along with the joke, everyone realized that
training this awkward European girl into a geisha
was clearly impossible. But the impossibility of it
provided for endless hours of subtle humor.
In time, she was able to do a reasonable tea
ceremony, for an awkward European.
Vin felt truly honored when he was invited
to have her do tea.
First Lady and Vin beamed with pride.

She was dressed in proper kimono, as she

bowed respectfully to Sensei.
Sensei did not visit Gaijin Ladies Clubs, he only had sex
with First Lady, and her three assistances.
No make that First Lady and her four assistances.

Little Sister was invited to the wedding when Sensei

and First Lady got married, years later.

In her line of work, First Lady knew many people professionally.

One of them was a plastic surgeon outside of Osaka
who did reconstructive surgery on vaginas,
He was considered to be the best in the world.
The initial interview did not go well
“Sorry, no foot long, diaphragm prevent.”
“Necessary, remove heart and lung.”
Little Sister looked like she was going to cry
the doctor had some non-Asian patients,
“Ten incher bring you pleasure?”
They did electrology removing her pubic hair.
Tissue engineering allowed the doctor's
lab technicians to grow, using Little Sisters
own tissue, her new ten incher.
There were no rejection problems.

Her original vagina was cut into strips

longitudinally and pulled from her body
like a horribly mutilated penis.
These strips were stretched tight as a drum head
over the outside of the ten inch tube, and
stitched into place.
On the operating table she appeared to be
a little girl with a ten inch section of flaccid
elephant penis grafted onto her.
Taking great care not to damage her
nervous tissue the huge penis
was slowly turned inside out
and stitched inside her abdominal cavity.
Her original tissue with nerves attached
was now on the inside of the new tube.
When she healed she would
be able to feel things inside her
as though she had been born
with a ten inch vagina.
The remaining problem: abdominal
pressure would collapse the walls of her new organ,
the sides would grow together, a giant mass of
scar tissue would form a solid plug,
where a hollow vagina should be.

A Teflon coated titanium devise was inserted

into her, separating her tissue to an extent
she would not have believed possible.
(She declined the offer to view the video
of her operation)
Excess tissue from over and around her clitoris
was cut away, a female circumcision.
Her newly exposed clitoris would stimulate her
immensely once she healed.

She came out of the anesthesia to find

she was holding first ladies hand.
She was in agony, some sick fuck
had hammered a one liter wine bottle
in to her while the doctor was not looking.

First Lady explained, the tissue growing

together problem and the need for
the special Teflon vaginal plug.
It had a handle like a mid-evil vaginal pear.
(The good doctor had explained to her
there would be “some discomfort”)

Initially, they held her down, while the devise

was rotated one quarter turn.
She screamed at the top of her lungs
and passed out.
Every couple of hours, they would
come by and give her vaginal pear
another quarter turn.

The next morning, the doctor, and

his team surrounded her bed, she was given
painkillers, which left her conscious enough to watch,
which in some ways was worse.
They started rotating the devise, and
kept on rotating as they pulled,
there was blood, slime and tissue on the thing.
The doctor inserted a fiber-optic periscope
into her, she could clearly see her insides
on a large screen.
The doctor nodded and spoke briefly
to a staff member. Another table was rolled up,
a sterile towel was pulled pulled back, revealing
a device identical to her old one, special medical
gel was applied to it, they began screwing
the new one into her, even with the pain killers
they had to hold her down.
This ritual was repeated daily, for weeks.

In time, she was allowed solid food,

her first bowel movement was indescribable agony.

In time the devise, could be rotated

without causing her discomfort, it was
almost pleasant.

Within a couple of weeks, the doctor came to her bedside.

He held a mirror, so she could admire her new vagina.
She was now able to fuck ten inches of softball bat.
You could not tell by looking, her outer lips touched each other
in a prim and proper fashion.
She looked like a virgin.
A virgin fourteen-year-old girl with no pubic hair, and breasts like two fried eggs

He told her she was ready to return home and have sex with the man she loved.

There was a knock at the door, it was Young Leopard.

Young Leopard was filled in on the details,
and coached to be very very gentle, if the good
Japanese doctor had any idea what they
were about to do, he would have had the
three of them committed to a mental institution,
without a moment's hesitation.

Vin laid on his back, Little Sister KY-ed him

and hopped on, she leaned back smiling at
Young Leopard. He penetrated her very gently,
engaging in his own secret fantasy,
to climax in the least amount of time.
He pulled out in proper porno star fashion,
his monster leaking a pool of semen between
her little girl breasts.

The three of them, were silent and unmoving

astounded at what they had just done.
Little Sister was radiating happiness the way
a red hot stove radiates heat.
Vin wanted to prolong the moment and preserve it.
He broke the silence.
“I have an idea.” he said
He began relating his idea to them, they all
became totally excited, Little Sister, did Vin first
and Young Leopard second.
Only Vin's high standing in the club prevented
the management from throwing them out
of their forty five minute max room.

Never before had they, rescheduled an opening night

performance four days before Fleet Week began.
They had to spend most of the next four days
in preparation.

Vin had been scheduled to do opening night with

Lady Kathy, when he explained the change in plans
to her, she hopped on top and bunny fucked him.
___________________

The curtains parted revealing a lower middle-class

living room, with mismatched overstuffed furniture in need
of cleaning.
A fourteen-year-old girl, in Catholic girls school uniform
flounced in, her school books, held together
with a man's belt. She through the books to the floor
with a thump.
The door opened, a tall blond man wearing a baseball cap,
and blue workman coveralls entered.
“Have you done your schoolwork?”
“I'm tired of schoolwork.”
“Have you let the boys touch your breasts?”
“None of your business.”
“Meaning you have.”
“Come here. I'm going
to see if you are still a virgin.”
She was undressed and tied to an ironing board,
using men's neckties to hold her spread eagle.
Her ass cheeks were right at
the square end of the ironing board.
The audience could clearly see her vagina.

The blond man, now naked, knelt before her,

he was examining her womanhood, closely,
his nose almost touching her clitoris.

“You do not appear to still be a virgin.”

The audience twittered they had known

Little Sister for years, she was 54 years old,
and the most un-virgin fourteen-year-old looking
girl on the planet.

“Do you let the boys do this?”

He began expertly licking her newly exposed clitoris.
The hovering paparazzi cameras catching
every minute detail as she arched her back
moaning and quivering, her slender muscles
bulging as she pulled against the restraining
neckties, it was hard to tell whether she was in
agony or extacy.

“Do you let them do this!”

He penetrated her and began plunging away
the audience gasped, Little Sister was world-famous
for having a vagina that could barely take a thumb.
They expected to see the monster coated in blood
on the upstroke,
He continued thrusting.

“no NO! daddy don't come in me I'll get pregnant!!!!”

The audience howled. It'd been decades since
anyone had become pregnant, without monumental effort.

The working-class man convulsed, obviously

having a massive orgasm. He remained
inside, Little Sister.

The door opened and closed with a noticeable thump.

“Mommy!”
It was Lady Kathy totally naked,
the audience accepted this, working women often
return home after a hard day totally naked.

Lady Kathy did not have a speaking part, the neckties

had been looped through metal hooks, allowing them
to be quickly disconnected.
The ends looped around Little Sisters, slender
wrists and ankles remained tied to her extremities.

She put the crown on Young Leopards head,

he was lying on top of Little Sister his monster
disappearing, impossibly into her.

The three of them held hands, walking

down stage, Little Sister being careful
not to trip over the neckties trailing from her ankles.
While holding hands, they bowed deeply to the audience.

“Let the games begin!”

___________________

Vin was just trying to fix a problem, being a nice guy,

he had no intention of creating a worldwide phenomenon.
His initial concern was Lady Kathy, attempting
to fuck herself to death, Fleet Week went for 72
hours nonstop.
Later, when Beatrice became part of the family
they started having good spirited competition, lying
side-by-side holding hands, while pulling trains that
stretched out of sight.
Vin was struck by a momentary flash of genius,
at least he considered it a flash of genius.

You can divide 72 hours into four quarters, each quarter

can be subdivided into a ten hour and an eight hour rest period.
Vin would no longer recognize “unsanctioned” contests
or the numbers they generated.

Being an anarchist Vin did not try to prevent unsanctioned contests,

he merrily ignored them.
Their unofficial numbers never appeared on the official web pages.

Lady Kathy and Beatrice, if they were aware they were

being manipulated, gave no sign of it.
Ten-hour contests gave them much smaller numbers,
averaging less than one hundred.
However, it was possible to do four contests during Fleet Week.
Women who had a desire to do such a thing,
could have sex with approximately four hundred men.
Thousands of women did, thousands more chose not to.

To make it official, and appealing, to Lady Kathy

and Beatrice, Vin put up over one million gold,
in prize money.
Vin had created a self-sustaining monster,
there were “Fleet Weeks” all over the world by then.
Events that carefully duplicated everything Vin and Kathy did.
Overnight, there were professional contest women,
who earned their living traveling from one event to another.

After resisting unofficial contests for years, Vin

finally gave in to a very persistent couple, who had been
lobbying him for years, he agreed to officially,
look the other way, while the woman, took stimulants
and did the entire 72 hours on her back.
It was necessary to have a doctor in attendance,
no problemo, her husband was a medical doctor.
Since this was unofficial there were absolutely no rules.
Premature ejaculator's had long since set up
a booth for “enthusiastic men”.
She hired them all, she had fluff girls,
who sat on milking stools, giving each, expert oral sex,
driving each man, to within three strokes of orgasm,
he was then allowed to stagger forward, and
mount the woman.
4.454* liters of human semen were collected,
she had 1109 sex acts in 72** hours,
averaging 3.8 minutes per sex act.

Her record did not survive the year.

The leading manufacturer of timed
release prostate enhancer
sponsored the next record attempt.

(You know the people who advertise

you will have ten milliliter ejaculations
within three weeks, using their product.
If not you receive an all expense paid trip,
to the Fleet Week of your choice:
Las Vegas, Amsterdam, Bangkok, or Davis Straight)
The insane woman was plumbed up like
she was in intensive care, IV feeding, a catheter
in her urethra, where do you find 1680 men,
twisted enough to do this?
You don't, you find 240 men, who will sign
a contract obligating them to have sex
once a day for a week.
15.327 liters of semen were collected.

A year after, one lady claimed, she had

documentary evidence proving that by
attending all possible Fleet Weeks, and doing
all possible contests, she had sex with
19,747 men.

Vin continued his policy of

ignoring unofficial records.

*The two bottles are on display at the sex Museum in Amsterdam.

** The 72 hours of Fleet Week is actually 73 hours, there is a
one hour, free for all, at the very beginning. Following this one hour
period, the giant timers on their walls are started, and the contests begin.
___________________

Fleet Week was over, Vin was waiting for

Beatrice to arrive for her regularly scheduled
sex session. About half the time, Lady Kathy
politely found pressing work engagements,
allowing the two of them to pleasure each other.

Beatrice was her, make your nuts ache,

beautiful self, and she fucked Vin
with expert precision.
Something was bothering her.
Vin had to drag it out of her.

Beatrice was bummed, Kathy always won.

When they were servicing military people,
this was to be expected.
Kathy had a following, that could not be overcome.
Well except for that one time, when she was tied
to a hospital gurney.
The third Fleet Week per year, she and Kathy
volunteered to service, culinary workers,
busboys and waiters from her Grand Hotel,
would line up for their lifetime ultimate sexual fantasy.
They got to fuck Lady Kathy!

That left one contest a year, when they were on

their pink mats, right on Main Street.
Beatrice should be able to win that contest
but she never could.
Vin agreed to help her, providing she not tell
Lady Kathy, what he was doing.

( Vin of course told Lady Kathy, who guffawed

and bunny fucked him.)

Vin called his design engineers and began working

with Beatrice to modify her fishnet chaps.
They took gold plated hooks from working boots.
The new gold hooks were positioned so standard
rubber bands could be threaded through her
small gold grommets, and stretched out
to the boot hooks.
She started wearing the outfit, daily under her clothing
making a conscious effort to stretch her world-class butterfly
out to unbelievable proportions.
Her cunt lips now reached halfway to her wide hips.

They tested the new outfit thoroughly,

making sure she could fuck like a rabbit
without her rubber bands coming loose.
The new outfit was well received at the Ladies Club.

Vin had a special photo session scheduled

numerous close up still photos
of her vagina, before, during, and after
vigorous sex with Young Leopard.
Vin showed her the swing set, she had tears in her eyes,
he had saved her swing set from Fleet Week I.
Vin penetrated her from behind, many photographs were taken,
Young Leopard slid himself into her vagina,
more photographs, of the sandwich, were taken,
from every conceivable angle.

At the next contest, a selection of these still photos

were displayed, on easels, beside her pink mat
on Main Street.
She won the contest handily, Lady Kathy protested,
claiming it was cheating, trying very hard to hide her smile.

Lady Kathy and Beatrice then switched to a

slightly different form of contest.

They were both international celebrities.

During the first quarter, they acted as hostesses
to the event.
They did contests, competed with each other during
the other three quarters of the show.

Lady Kathy and Beatrice now only did

military people once per year.
Culinary workers once per year.
The other two Fleet Weeks were devoted to their
many fans.
They had the world's attention.
on their vacations they upstaged
rock stars, without realizing they had done so.

Vin had found a charity for women with

psychological problems, resulting from
their Pelvis Justo Major condition.
They would auction one hundred opportunities
to have sex with Beatrice and Kathy.

This was not prostitution, Kathy did not

see the money it went directly to her charity.
Beatrice put her money in Swiss banks.
Her bankers could not understand her desire
to secretly own North American trailer parks.

By this time Beatrice and Kathy had

their own booths in the commercial part
of Fleet Week. Beatrice grew wealthy
from the money her booth produced.
Lady Kathy donated all of hers to charity,
she was fearful her husband would think
poorly of her if he realized she was a whore

Above each booth were gigantic red numbers

visible everywhere in the dirigible hangar sized auditorium.
Men who had purchased, a number at auction
watched these numbers closely.
They had the option of going by the booth
and picking up a pager, the same kind used
in the better food court restaurants.
It would vibrate and flash as their number got close.

It is not socially acceptable to use an

egg timer on a man who has paid
the price of a three-bedroom house to have sex.

The next ninety nine numbers were on a first-come

first-served basis available to men standing in line at the booth.
They stood in line for the number, not for sex.
There was no charge.
Vin reserved the first free number for himself.
Vin enjoyed having sex with the woman he loved,
while people watched.
He just did not want to stand in line for an hour
to do so..

Beatrice and Kathy had low weekly numbers,

in the two to three hundreds.

Neither of the two women ever complained.

___________________

Vin's wristwatch was vibrating, it was a call

from the president of the Aphrodite club.
Good generals do not interrogate their
staff officers, they go where the problem is.
Vin arrived at the Aphrodite club, most
of the steering committee was president, something was afoot.
There was a nice looking Latino lady that Vin did not recognize.

Weasel had given his new roommate one share

of stock, she was now a part owner of a hotel.
She had presented herself, thirty minutes later, to the Aphrodite
admissions committee.
The committee had called Vin immediately.
All clubs do this, it is a modern form of the right of mandamus.
The person petitioning for admittance is “examined”
that is to say they have sex with someone important.

Vin gave a partial bow and held out his elbow, they
walked slowly through the club, Head Of Housekeeping
was trying very hard not to be obvious, as she admired
the wealth around her, the lobby was palatial,
she did not make in a year, what the
Venetian cut glass mirror cost.

They entered the room together, the steering committee ladies

had discreetly turned off the forty five minute buzzer.
They knew Vin well.
There are many many unspoken rules in a Ladies Club,
inappropriate conduct may not be as severely restricted
as a Christian Ladies Club, but it is there nonetheless.

Men reserve the right, to soul kiss their wives, to undress them
to have oral sex with them, to receive oral sex from them.
Strangers did not have these rights.

Vin and Head Of Housekeeping undressed, silently hanging

their clothes on provided hangers.

There is always a plug-in vibrator in Ladies Club rooms,

men who are not quite ready vibrate themselves,
occasionally liberated women will hold the vibrator
against the gentleman's penis.

Like men, women women are expected to get

themselves ready.
Bottles and tubes of lubricant decorated the room.
Vin did not need the vibrator he was good to go.
Head Of Housekeeping was also, she climbed up on the vinyl covered
semi-medical piece of furniture that dominated the room.
She spread her legs, smiling as Vin looked at her vagina.
Vin penetrated her slowly, men who jam themselves
into ladies will find themselves on the receiving end of an
official complaint.

Vin was surprised, the lady was short, with a slightly rounded figure.
He had expected a five inch wide, four inch deep, slack vagina.
He was pleasantly surprised, she was long and slender,
like Kathy and Beatrice.
Not only that, she was matching him thrust for thrust.
Vin let go, his sexual fantasy.
He moved into the moment, looking down, watching his
penis moving in and out, enjoying real time pornography.
He looked up to find her large brown eyes smiling at him,
she was sharing his moment looking down at her
vagina, as Vin's penis moved within her.
They took their time Vin climaxed first but as he often did
with a good partner he continued stroking right through
his ejaculation.
He reached down with his social finger coating it with her own
lubrication, he made circular motions on her clitoris.
She arched her back and gave out a gasp, Vin felt
her powerful pussy muscles clutching spastically at his
manhood as she climaxed.

They traded places she climbed on top, doing

an excellent job fucking Vin through his second orgasm
he tried to get her to stop, as his dick became
supersensitive, she laughed and continue thrusting
Vin quivered like he had been plugged into a wall socket.

They traded places again, Vin carefully cleaned her

with a moist towelette, Vin did not share Young Leopards
fascination for doing oral sex on used pusses.
He had intended to give her clitoris, a blow job
she would remember for a long time.

Something about the way, she quivered, caused

him to look deeply into her eyes, his face
formed the question, he slowly began moving
four fingers toward her vagina, his thumb
curling over, her expression told him to continue.
He began slowly and carefully to make love
to her, using his fist and forearm.
He thought she would break wrist bones
as she climaxed.

They talked, Vin explained to her about the

universal male fantasy, men have of
having sex with a hotel maid.
Would she be willing to deliver a
maids uniform to their Thursday night
party?
She was welcome to stay and participate.
She could watch as one of the women
volunteered, to let the men line up
and have sex with her, each in turn,
after they had taken the maids uniform
off of her quivering body.

She said yes, she would be happy to do this,

providing Vin would hop up and make love
to her, one more time.

They had a Polish wedding, Vin and Kathy

had a lovely leather covered sofa,
the back of which would lay down flat
making an instant bed in the middle of their great room.
They had done Polish weddings on this
sofa before.

Young Leopard was on his back on the left

all the women were lined up before him.

Vin was first in line with Head Of Housekeeping.

Madame Kathie was standing, in the men's line, behind
Vin, wearing an enormous double ended strap on
that had proper sized dildos, internally and externally.

A good time was had by all.

Head Of Housekeeping was not able to make

all of their Thursday nights, she managed once a month or so.
Once she and Madame Kathie shared a double ender
they fucked each other silly on the coffee table.
The two women seem to know each other well.
Madame Kathie motioned Young Leopard over to
continue what she had begun.
The crowd went wild.
___________________

Vin got a phone call from Katzie's people, a German

car company had been retained by them to do
a full workup on him and his people.
Vin had been putting the car company off for years
maintaining, they simply did not do vendors
who are not in the sex trade, it was a sex trade
convention after all.
Vin realized any one serious enough to hire
an agency like this, was serious enough to be dangerous.

He discussed the matter with Kathy.

Who as always came through brilliantly.
Yet another auction, auction off eight
spots for “major” vendors.

Vin modified her idea slightly, he told

the car company, he would reward
their diligence and make them the
featured vendor.
The other seven vendors would bid at auction
their bids would be averaged, the car company
would pay exactly one half of the average bid.

The next Fleet Week the car company was there

they had air freighted in their entire product line.
Well not exactly, all of the vehicles had been
cut longitudinally, just behind the driver's seat
and just in front of the boot. The result was
movie props for filming people fucking in the back seat.

It was Wednesday of VIP week, the CEO of the car company

steered two incredibly beautiful Germanic girls in Vin's
direction and pointed them to the limousine
movie prop, which had been converted into
a leather covered Queen size bed.
The two ladies were identical twins, incredibly beautiful.
They did not speak a word of English, there was no need
there were like Beatrice world-class beauty, with
high-voltage vaginas.
Vin spent about an hour in the hack-sawed limousine,
he was tempted to spend the rest of the week in there.
But felt it was inconsistent with his duties as a host.
The car company had about twenty women in the
same class as Beatrice and the Twins.

The car company pretty much took over that Wednesday,

the twenty women earned whatever fee they were being paid.

It was well the car company got its money's worth

during VIP week, the twenty women began abandoning
the corporate ship by the end of the first quarter,
by the second quarter all of them had joined the
sexual mob on the convention floor.

Vin offered to provide volunteers, if the car company

chose to do another Fleet Week.
His offer was accepted, the car company began
doing four shows a year.
___________________

It had taken them years to accomplish,

Kathy and Vin were finally taking a
month long proper European style holiday.
They started their vacation in Tokyo
Katzie met them at the jetport, with a
marvelous old German limousine
he maintained.
They were driven to Katzie's gigantic Tokyo
townhouse, he had many servants.

They met Mrs. Katzie who was a surprise,

she had a Masters degree from Vassar,
was multilingual and a charming conversationalist.
This many decades post Lazarus, you simply
do not invite a couple over to your home
intending to ignore their medical necessity.

Vin found Mrs. Katzie to be as surprising

in bed, as she was in other ways.
She showed Vin how you could hide
a well lubricated strand of five millimeter
pearls inside a man's penis.
And how if the man got sufficiently excited
he could shoot the entire strand back into
a woman's vagina.

Meanwhile Lady Kathy was performing

unique sex with Katzie,
As a world-class voyeur Katzie thought
he had seen everything.
Vin's wife showed him he was naïve.

Lady Kathy lay on her back, she applied

K. Y. liberally to his dick, which he viewed
as a type of foreplay, as clearly he needed no lubrication to penetrate her.
He was secretly dreading this, she was a giant blond Amazon,
with a giant blond cunt, which he feared would not stimulate him,
he would be humiliated under his own roof.

She smiled impishly at him, as she lubricated her thumb.

He watched in amazement as she made the thumb disappear
in her urethra.
She smiled at him and continued fingering herself.
She pulled her thumb out abruptly, smiling at his manhood.
He looked at her, surely she did not, expect him to
penetrate her in this fashion.
Kathy smiled and nodded.
He was slightly too large, but with the two of them working at it,
he was suddenly inside her balls deep.
Kathy began rapidly rocking her hips, forcing him to climax immediately.
She wrapped her legs around him so he could not escape,
and began ever so slowly moving to rebuild his erection.
Looking down at the unbelievable obscenity of his act
he was able to pump a second load of semen into Kathy's bladder.

When he withdrew she had him bring a small bowl

she knelt and urinated a foaming white stream into the bowl.
He became erect again watching her do this.

Lady Kathy had Katzie lay on his back, she picked up

one of his legs and began feeding it foot first into
her vagina.
He held his leg stiffly as she squatted.
On their down stroke her pussy lips reached three quarters of the way to his knee.
He became erect again.
She squatted over him taking his organ in both hands,
she carefully reinserted him, with a single lunge
forcing him once more into her bladder..

“When are you going to bring your lovely wife to visit us?”
“We have a Thursday night get-together.”
“We can redo what we just did while your wife
and Vin watch.”
He came a third time.

When they got back home from their vacation

they found Katzie had sent them a present.
A beautiful presentation box containing
many strands of pearls, going from
three to nine millimeter.
Along with a note asking when was the
best Thursday for them to visit.

( They did visit on a Thursday night, and

Vin penetrated Katzie's wife from behind
as the two of them, along with the rest of their friends
watched urethral sex being performed
on their coffee table. )

Katzie did not try to hide his belief:

their vacation plans were completely nuts.
They were good enough friends he did
not hide behind Japanese politeness with them.

Katzie called his people, the two

guides spent the night at the townhouse
so they could get an early start in the
morning.
Katzie had explained that the female
guide had to be comfortable with
the sort of tool you find on African
sailors visiting Japan.
The lady guide, looked surprised
when she was introduced to Vin
she had naturally assumed an
African size tool, would be mounted
on an African man.

They took a walking tour through the

Japanese Alps. It would have been
very difficult to accomplish this without the
guides and Katzie's people backing them up.
Over the centuries the Japanese had built
a series of small mountain hotels,
hugging the steep slopes, adjacent to natural hot springs.
Runners would proceed ahead of them
announcing the expected arrival time of the
two Gaijins.
They caused quite a stir.
Very few tourists venture this far off
the beaten path.

Vin found the next couple of weeks

to be paradise, enough exercise to
work up an appetite, enough sore muscles
to appreciate the steaming hot mineral water
pouring out of a bamboo pipe, into
the soaking pool.
The staff had been forewarned, the
giant Gaijin could drink Saki by the barrel full.

They had incredibly clean sheets to sleep on each night.

The mattress felt like a brick, but after
hours spent in the soaking pool, and many
liters of Saki, Vin could've slept on a sidewalk.

He and Kathy were having a beautiful

separate, but not separate vacation.
She walked more slowly than he did,
so he left her in the care of her guide.
( Katzie had told his people, the male guide
had to be comfortable having sex with a blond
Amazon, who could pick him up with one hand. )

They ate dinner together, soaking in the*

warm water together holding hands,
not speaking of their love, there was no need.
Strangely they felt no special pressure to have sex.
It was there, all either of them had to do was raise a hand.

*There guides paid a small fortune in bribes buying them permission

to take food and drank into the soaking pools.
The management was scandalized.
The guides explain this was a California thing,
and it would create an international incident
if the two Americans are not able to drink champagne
and eat sushi while soaking in the mineral water.

It was an incredibly relaxing and beautiful vacation.

Their two guides helped them as best as possible
avoid social faux pas, mainly revolving around
cleanliness and hygiene.

The Japanese are an amazingly clean people.

You could not jump into a natural mineral pool, refreshed
continuously with large amounts of free-flowing water.
No you had to be squeaky clean first.
The same with Ladies Clubs, squeaky clean
in squeaky clean robes provided by the club.

Vin was positive they were being subjected

to Japanese humor concerning the Ladies Clubs.
Their guides explain to them it would be incredibly
rude if they ignored the medical necessity
of the people in any hotel, or hamlet they passed.
(The guides made a modest sum pimping Kathy. )
Kathy was of course, the great star.
It is a common sexual fantasy amongst Japanese men
to plunge themselves into a blond Amazon.
They would run their fingers over Kathy's
blond rug speaking excitedly.
The only downside was all the showering and douching.
Vin wondered how they managed, where their Roman clubs
in Tokyo, did they run and douche after every climax?

Things were a little more difficult for Vin, he was expected

to extend his penis to ladies of the steering committee.
They would stroke him with their slender fingers
until he became erect, they would then chatter away,
while looking at his instrument, apparently discussing
every woman in town, making lists of those who
might be suitable.
Vin felt like one of his own trained animals back home.
Eventually, they would produce a squeaky clean
Japanese lady, who smelled nice.
In American Ladies Clubs, you'll always find someone
who feels it is immoral, to enjoy sex with anyone
but their husband.
Japanese ladies did not seem to have this hang up,
no matter how small a village they live in.

Vin and Kathy enjoyed their vacation and regretted

reaching the last mountain hotel.
The next morning they would hike into a valley
with a paved road, and high-rise buildings,
Katzie would have a helicopter waiting for them.

Vin told Katzie he wanted to redouble their marketing efforts

in Japan.
Not necessarily for Fleet Week, but for the
forty eight weeks a year when Davis Strait was
a cruise ship like all the others.

When they returned home, they were lying in bed together.

Vin was being a shit, lying on his back, his erection
pointing at the ceiling.
“Vin?” Kathy had that little girl voice, she used only
for this occasion.
Vin rolled over, penetrating her, she began
matching him stroke for stroke.
___________________

Vin was doing a magazine tour.

Didn't the same people, who predicted the end of religion,
predict the end of print media?

Like VIP tours Vin could do magazines with his eyes closed.

They were in the main convention floor area,

both Vin and the reporter were holding Map Quest
hard copies.

“Noticed on your map section D-four, we are

in the middle of the “medical” neighborhood in fact
we were standing in“physical handicap”,
women in wheelchairs roll up here.”
“Many of them, need help out of their wheelchairs,
some of them need help spreading their legs, some
have no legs.”

That last line always got them, gender non-specific.

Women would have tears in their eyes, men would flinch.

“Is it true you dyed your hair orange, and wore brown
lenses, to sneak into the first Fleet Week?”

Vin was waiting for this question.

(He was being interviewed for a men's magazine.)
Men's magazines, always intimated, without
Vin's stiff dick, and enthusiasm, none of this would ever
have ever happened.

Vin had a thumb drive in his pocket with images of Beatrice

the next question would be about her.

Women's magazines of course spun it differently,

Kathy was the one with brains and business sense.
She had taken over from Beatrice who had neither.
(Beatrice thought this was hilarious, she had an IQ of 135)
Kathy ran the whole operation from her modest office,
she allowed her husband to screw himself silly,
keeping him out of her hair, while she made the money.
(Vin allowed there might be the tiniest shred of truth to this.)

Vin and Kathy never said no to media interviews.

They lost track of how many major magazine covers
they had appeared on.
There was hardly a talk show on the planet, that had not
done a broadcast from Davis Strait.
They did this during the 48 weeks when there was no Fleet Week,
and hotel room rates were back to normal.
They concealed this from the audience, letting them think
thousands of people were frantically copulating on the
other side of the wall.
Stock footage was dubbed in at appropriate points
maintaining the illusion.

Vin had put considerable energy into keeping

His and Kathy's face, off of the official web pages.
He felt this was civilized behavior, he was neither
a pimp, nor a pornographer, he was not in the
business of selling Kathy's pussy.
At least he told himself this with regularity.
In time he gave up saying this to himself.

In spite of his efforts, they probably had the

two most recognizable faces on the planet.
___________________

Davis Strait had a baby girl.

Pre-Lazarus people would have said a turban tech and a
heat exchanger technician had given birth to a baby girl.
They had gone to a sacred island in the Aegean Sea.
He had had sex with all the high priestesses.
She had had sex with all the high priests.
They had undergone, the sacred cleaning ritual, had drunk
water from the sacred spring, had eaten fruit from the sacred tree.

After about ten days, they were called in to the laboratory.

On the screen you could see human sperm swimming vigorously.
She began having cramps she had never had before.

She began peeing on test strips three or four times a day.

Soon even her husband agreed there was a green +.

They returned to Davis Strait as conquering heroes.

Generally Lazarus leaves pregnant women alone,

they do not have a medical necessity.
The woman had previously earned her living scraping
algae off of heat exchanger plates using a brush
with a ten foot handle.
Now, she found herself having lunch with the
Duke and Duchess.
Her husband found sex with Duchess Beatrice
to be quite enjoyable.

The lady found that as her pregnancy grew

men's fascination with her grew, they wanted
to put their hands on her swollen belly
feeling the movement within her.
They wanted to gently make love to her.

When the little girl was eight years old, and

loved by all, Lady Kathy and her assistants
started a whispering campaign.
Which turned into a referendum vote within
twenty four hours.
Seven people voted no.

The little girl, now had a title of nobility.

Her first name was now Princess, no one
used her old first name.
As a young lady she was educated in a Swiss
boarding school that caters to Princesses.
Beatrice became her second mother,
teaching her things her biological mother did not know.
Lady Kathy became her aunt, teaching her things
Beatrice did not know.

She grew up to be a beautiful woman.

___________________

Vin announced he was going to vacation in northern Finland,

in February.
Lady Kathy allowed that he had always been a couple
of French fries short of a happy meal, but this was way too much.

Whether by accident or subconscious design, Vin had made

his announcement while Kay was in residence.
She told her daughter, she would go with Vin
to keep him out of trouble.
Kay had a paid for two bedroom townhouse, that
sat empty, 48 weeks a year.
She traveled the world, she liked Australian lifeguards,
Norwegian fishermen, Danish woodworkers, and others.
Lately, she had discovered Finish men.

They flew to Helsinki, and rented a five room suite.

Vin had an early flight the next morning, but he
always had time for Kay.
Next after Lady Kathy and Beatrice, Kay was able
to give Vin the most incredible sex.

It started almost innocently, and evolved.

Vin had called her mother-in-law, she called him
son-in-law, they enjoyed playing at forbidden pleasures,
that in pre-Lazarus times could have gotten you arrested.
Soon it evolved into mom and son.
They both got considerable enjoyment out of the game,
as they only really had an opportunity to play
four times a year, they never grew tired of it.

“Have you done your homework?”

“Mommy is going to tie you to the cadenza.”

“Mom have you been a slut again?”

“I'm going to tie you to the coffee table.”

Vin gave up, he could see the light of early-morning

he got no sleep that night.

His flight north was in an old turboprop that

belonged in a museum, it had skis instead of wheels.

The flight was met by a snow cat, with tank treads

instead of wheels.
The staff was secretly contemptuous of the massive
amount of luggage, the five students brought with them.
Vin had an olive drab day pack he placed on his lap.

The Fins are noted skiers and rifleman, the school

combined these two attributes, wintertime cross-country
skiing, combined with the finer points of wintertime
military sniping skills.
The first day in class was all white board and lecture.

That night the snow cat took them into the village,
to a combination town hall and rustic Ladies Club.

Vin had spent a lifetime chasing the one in a million

super Lazarus orgasm. He had tried seven foot
Watusi Women, short women from Ulam Bator
and everything in between.
The problem was these women were wealthy and
lived in the diplomatic neighborhoods of their nations,
Lazarus already knew them well.

Vin found a pleasing looking Finish lady, who reminded

him, somehow of Madame Kathie.
They had to hold onto each other, to prevent falling
off the table, the petite mall seizure lasted a full
five minutes, it felt like an hour. They were both amazed
to find their hearts still beating.

The event made the local newspaper, Vin shaking hands

with the lady, her smiling husband visible in the background.
Neither of the spoke spoke English, but there was no need,
Vin clearly was to accompany them to their small home.
The husband indicated Vin was to go first, they took turns
with her for several hours. Vin was grateful, the man
was not a sexual athlete, he needed solid bed rest,
shooting started in the morning.

Vin did well in the basic rifle competition, he had

selected a rifle with a standard trigger, all of the others used
set triggers.
Vin came in first or second in all the exercises.
Then came the event he had been waiting for, images
of this in the school web page was what initially attracted him.

The five students were firing on five targets that looked like
children's swing set's, each held a metal gong, suspended
on chains, the gongs had been freshly painted, so you could see
where the soft nosed ammunition impacted. The gongs
had a tape line down the center, they were held to the side
by electromagnets.
The instructor would throw a switch turning off the magnet,
the gone would swing rapidly, the instructor would shout
“left” sometimes he would shout “right”, there were two
black dots at the edge of the gong, if the bullet struck
near the black dot the gong would give off a musical tone,
and spin.
It was pass fail, you either spun your gong in the correct
direction, or you did not.
For amusement they walked up to see where the bullets
had struck. Two of the students had good patterns,
along with Vin they had spun correctly, all five times.
Vin did not have a pattern.
Vin was firing thirty caliber ammunition,
in the exact center of both of Vin's black bull's-eyes,
was what appeared to be a single fifty caliber smudge.
The instructors were genuinely slack-jawed, they had
seen this once before, from a member of the Finnish
Olympic rifle team.

That night Vin went directly to bed, he did not sit in the
sauna or drink aquavit, he passed out for fourteen hours.
Vin missed the great storm, which damaged several
roofs in the village and blew down trees.

The wind was still blowing the next morning, visibility

was zero.
All of the students stayed indoors, except for Vin.
He dressed carefully, putting on almost the entire contents
of his olive drab day pack.
Vapor barrier socks, windproof nylon powder pants.
A vapor barrier shirt, with a wool Pendleton shirt to conceal it.
He was wearing surgical gloves, underneath his ski gloves,
he had glacier goggles and an REI hat, and a white silk
ski mask.

There was only one instructor on duty, he knew there would be

no students that day, but the honor of the school was at stake.
The school had never canceled due to weather, and it never would.

The other instructors were soon present, dressed like

Michelin tire men, all in white.
One of them noticed Vin's wool shirt and told him to
get into a ski parka.
Vin replied that when he got cold, they would all be able to return.
Knowing looks were exchanged.
They set out on skis, the instructors having proper
ski mountaineering equipment, Vin had short fat metal
boards, halfway between skis and snowshoes.

They skied approximately one kilometer, they were

roped together like mountain climbers, there was
no visibility.
Presently, they came to an enormous snowdrift,
the instructors got out shovels and started digging.
It was the ultimate boys club house, and was used
as such in the summertime.
Eight by eight timbers had been stacked up making a cave,
which the winter snow had covered completely.

Being snipers, they did not light a lantern, one of them

snapped a chem stick and shook it vigorously
so it gave a phosphorescent green glow.

“For today's exercise we will shoot a Russian sentry.”

(Finns always practice at shooting Russians.)
“Today however, water has destroyed the electronics
everything will be done manually.”
( They had removed the batteries. )
The target was a steel knock down, hinged at the bottom
The metal target was heated by a white gas
mountaineering stove, it was warm to the touch.

Vin crawled to the mouth of the tunnel, they had placed

a thermal scope over the end of his rifle scope.
There was 00 visibility, he could barely see to the
end of his own rifle.
He pushed a button, releasing the cryogenics,
cooling the optics, of his antique thermal scope.

There it was, a white cross on a gray background.

Because the computer was “down” Vin did not laser range it.
He began cranking a knob on his rifle scope.

People in the trade refer to them as stadia lines,

two parallel lines that measure distance
from the bottom chest of a deer to the top of its spine.
This is all hokum, everyone knows it is the distance
from a belt buckle to an Adam's apple.

Vin crank on the magnification until his stadia lines

measured the correct amount of target.
He rolled his rifle over, and read off the numbers.
“272” he called out.
Piece of cake he had a 300 meter battlefield zero.
He'd be about thirty millimeter low on aim point.
In real life he would have put one right through
the sentry's heart.
The object here was to knock the target down,
the higher you placed the round the better.
Vin aimed for the Adam's apple.
There was a clang.
Vin crank the empty out, sticking his thumb
in the magazine, making sure it was empty
he lowered the bolt, while holding the trigger back .
He untangled his left arm from the rifle sling.

Vin was accepted as one of them.

They didn't even go look at the target,
there was no need.

The Fins are almost Japanese in this way,

there is no halfway, your are family or you are a stranger.

“How is it you do not feel the cold?”

“I am a Zen Buddhist, hire me as an instructor

I will show you how to conquer the cold,
and make thousand meter rifle shots
from a moving boat.”

They did hire Vin, he was an unpaid instructor,

he visited the school every other year.
He sent the instructors vapor barrier shirts,
with a reminder to hide it under a wool shirt
so no one would suspect.

The problem was stiff necked Finish pride.

There was no way any of them would accept,
an all expense paid trip to Davis Strait.

“Hey, Sergei who do we know who is a wheel in Finland?”

The best rifle shots and their wives in the OTEC Confederation,
were sponsored by their government to go on a
goodwill shooting exchange in Finland.
Selected members of the Finnish rifle shooting
fraternity, and their wives were sent by the Finnish government
to the Davis Strait.

This was the only time, anyone could remember the

thousand yard being held, the same time as Fleet Week.

The men were put up in the praetorian barracks, they were honored
having feared they would be stuffed in hotel rooms with soft mattresses.

The wives were put in spare bedrooms of the steering committee.

Vin wanted to make sure none of them felt the insanity of
Fleet Week was being forced upon them.
His concerns were well-founded, one of the wives was
devout, and concerned about inappropriate touching,
and conduct at the Aphrodite club.
They found a Lutheran clergyman, who wore his
Clerical Collar to the room.
The ladies discreetly turned off the forty five minute
musical chime after it went off the first time.
Perhaps they were reading aloud.

There was a definite hierarchy to VIP week,

female VIPs got Vin, Young Leopard, and the
praetorian guards.

Male VIPs got Lady Kathy, Beatrice, Madame Kathie,

Little Sister, and the steering committee.
___________________

Vin flew back to Helsinki.

Kay was no longer Kay, the registered nurse.
She had returned to school one semester a year.
Kay was now, Ba, Ma, PhD, Md Kay.
Kay was one of the leading students of men on the planet

“Come and fuck Mama son.”

Eventually they reached the stage, where talking was appropriate.

Kay had her thighs clamped together, holding Vin on top of her.
“This is your number one fantasy?”
“Yes.”
“Tell your mother about it.”
Vin began telling what he had not shared with another living person
not even Kathy.

Twice Vin had had the opportunity to have sex

with his mother, but the offer had been subtle
and he had not realized he had an opportunity until years later.
He had carried considerable anger with himself for being
a totally stupid gear head, with no awareness whatsoever.

So he substituted a fantasy, he had a time machine

or a parallel universe. His mother and father
had divorced and remarried at least three times
and had lengthy separations, several other times.
They always got back together, Vin's alcoholic father
was a world-class cocks man, and the poor woman
could not manage without it.
(This was all pre-Lazarus.)

Vin's fantasy: He would visit his mother during

one of these periods of separation.

“You miss him greatly don't you, at least the good sex?”
Her face slowly changed from outrage to acceptance.
“You know, his genetic material is alive and well.”
He waited, while her face changed from shock
to understanding.
“You have a hysterectomy, and I am free of disease.”
Vin's mother sat there, unmoving, she couldn't possibly
do anything else.
Vin walked over and held out her hand, she took his fingers
he pulled her to her feet.
He kissed her tenderly, she returned the kiss, they continued kissing
tenderness turned the passion, passion turned to the soul kissing.

Vin wanted it all he didn't just want sex with the woman,
he wanted her completely, acknowledging, who she was,
who he was, and what she was about to do.
He continued soul kissing her for a very long time,
her body odor began to change subtly, she was trembling.

“You know mom when I was little, you used to undress me.”
He led her over to the Ottoman, where he laid on his back
and held up one foot.
She reached with trembling fingers for his shoe lace.
“Son.” she said.
They made love all night, she called in sick to work
the next day, they made love all day, and half the night.

For the next three weeks, they made love constantly.

One day Vin was inside her looking down on her.
“You still want him inside of you?”
“I love him.”
“Will you let me take care of it?”
“What do you mean?”
“I will tell him he can come here, you will have sex with him,
but only if he does not say a word, and does exactly
what he is told.”
They spent the next two days planning and preparing.

They had pushed the small round dining room table

out of the way substituting an ironing board.
They had placed a bath towel on the floor, It was
a rental apartment, and they did not wish to ruin the carpet.
It was a small apartment, if you held the door open
you could see the ironing board from outside.
Vin's mom was tied to the ironing board, with neckties,
her vagina, facing the front door a body length away.

They had laughed as they had prepared a quart

of extra runny tapioca and mashed it through a colander.
They had several cups of milky, runny semi-liquid.
Vin made love to his mother, he climaxed almost immediately.
He then picked up the cake decorator and began
filling her vagina with the runny liquid.

There was a knock at the door, a man stepped through,

his eyes riveted to what he saw on the ironing board.
As agreed, mom began gradually mashing her
vaginal muscles at this point, the tapioca was
steadily dripping out of her womanhood.

“Take off your clothes and sit in that chair, or turn around and leave!”
Vin fucked, his mother, while his father sat and watched.

They took turns on her until the sun came up.

“So that is your sexual fantasy, to tie your mother
to an ironing board, and fuck her while your father watches?”

“Freud would have given you an entire chapter.”

“An honor I suppose.” Vin observed dryly

“Well, I can see you're ready, fuck your mother again”

“I am the luckiest mother-in-law and the world.”
“I'm the luckiest son-in-law and the world.”

“So you wish you had a son instead of a daughter?”

“That's going too far.”
“Oh?”
“I wish Kathy was your older sister.”
“Now that's a fantasy I can get into.”
“You want me to mention it to her?”
“A wise man never interferes, in mother daughter conversations.”
They had reached a point where further coherent conversation
was not possible.

“Where is your mother buried?”

“Oh she is not dead.”
“What?”
“She has Alzheimer's, she doesn't know, her first name.”
“And you never visit her?”
“What's the point, I could pay the pizza delivery guy
to say he was her oldest son.”
“How sad!”
“Yes.”
“Do you know where she is being kept?”
“Somewhere in Idaho, I have never checked.”
( Vin had a good reason for not checking,
but he did not share this with his mother-in-law.)

Kay called Katzie, offering to make

time payments, for the use of his people.
“It would offend them, if you offered a gratuity.” He lied.
It turned out she could have afforded the fee,
finding the state-run institution was child's play
for Katzies people.

Kay depended on Kathy to give the necessary orders.

She took “two staff photographers to Fleet Week”,

with genuine press credentials, and the two biggest
weightlifting young leopards.
Their Grumman business jet stopped briefly
in Seattle to pick up the attorney Katzie had retained.

The director was rapidly summoned, Lady Kathy

had the most recognizable face on the planet,
a blind man could see this was her mother.
Her mother with an internationally famous attorney
who cost more per hour than the director made
in a year.
With two male nurses appropriately dressed in whites.
With media people!

“That is acceptable with me, the lawyer and the newsies,

can wait in the limousine.”
“If we conclude our business successfully I will
swear them to secrecy, and give you my word
none of this will ever pass my lips.”
(She kept her word.)

They hid her on board, first they cured the Alzheimer's.

Next they began her schooling.

Previously for Princess, Vin had donated land

on the starboard side, they had demolished a small
warehouse and planted grass.
They sent off for a Lincoln log kit and painted it red.
A red one room school house for Princess.

Princess, was thrilled to have a classmate.

Vin had given up long ago trying to have any control

over his sex life.
Other than once a week with Beatrice was a limit of his control.
Vin was a stud horse, he went where they said, and stood at stud.

Vin opened the door, at the Ladies Club,

he stood there, frozen.
He had not seen the woman in many decades.
He had certainly not seen her as an attractive
thirty-year-old woman since grade school.

“Mom?”
“Son!”
Kathy and her mother had shown the woman
numerous photographs, she had memorized her lines.

“How?”
“Kay found me in the clinic, and cured my Alzheimer's,
they sent me to school, I can read and write!” she declared proudly.

“I won't lie to you, I only know you from your photographs.”

“So I'm a stranger to you, someone you wouldn't, well you know ...”
“You are sweet! They told me you would ask.”
“They told me to say,”
she lowered her voice to almost a whisper
“Come fuck your mother!”
Vin did as he was told.
 [ 40. Civil Servants ]

Kay kept her word about not exposing the institutions

dirty little secret. She felt pity for them, they were
unable to see their fate had been sealed, from the moment
her entourage arrived at their door.

Vin made no secret, his mother had returned from the dead.
It was a genuine human interest story.
Where had she been kept?
Why had they not treated her?
Alzheimer's had been curable for more than forty years.
Interest started slowly but soon turned into a tidal wave.

Several of those involved turned state's evidence,

the sordid details were revealed in the trial of the century.
It started small, the institution did not want to treat
the Alzheimer's patients.
Once there were no more patience the clinic would close,
they would be out of a job.
The next phase happened almost by accident, one of the
employees at the clinic, was caught having sex with
one of the patients. Higher-level state employees were
sent to investigate, they could not resist the temptation.
They joined with the accused, in an impromptu orgy
These women could not remember what they had for lunch.
They could never testify in court.

Gradually over time, very high level state employees

began patronizing this very specialized whorehouse.
Three of the women did not want sex and had to be
restrained. There was a special room for this.

The others had absolutely no sense of right and wrong

it was like having sex with very attractive female
bonobos chimpanzees.
They had the faces of nuns, you could have one of them
make sex with a broom handle, while everyone
in the room stood around laughing.
Half an hour later, the woman would have no memory of it.
They had no memory of any sin, their faces had
the serene look of Angels.
If you patiently explained to them what you wanted,
there was nothing, absolutely nothing, they would not do,
smiling all the while.
The director kept two German shepherds, ostensibly as
“guard dogs”.
It came out in the course of their trial that the staff
had at one point or another gang raped and tortured
all of their women under their care.

Amongst other things, they had fucked all of the women,

with a cattle prod, laughing as the women bellowed like bulls,
and bucked like broncos.
Most of the women enjoyed being gang raped,
they participated enthusiastically,
They could not remember the day before when they had
been tortured until they passed out.
Three of the women under their care did not enjoy sex
in any form.
One of these three women were always selected
when visiting dignitaries wanted a “show” in the special room.

The director and his two lieutenants, a man and a woman,

received the death penalty.
As their actions had resulted in one confirmed death.
Several jury members vomited, listening to the testimony.
The judge had to call a recess.
Two of the civil servants were testifying against their comrades,
they competed with each other to remember the minutest of detail.
The world listened to their testimony.
It took the court almost a week to record the details
of that one afternoon.

It happened in the “special” room with the restraints,

pulleys, and other sick torture devices.
The dignitaries were smiling as their favorite
highly vocal patient was led in.
She was an attractive blond woman, with a nice figure,
large soft breasts, and a trusting shy smile.
She was wearing a smock that was deliberately
two sizes too small for her,
It clung to her ample figure like a wet T-shirt,
revealing she was wearing neither bra or panties.
The smock had been cut short, it did not
cover her vagina completely, her Tampax string
was clearly visible, hanging down between her legs.

She showed absolutely no self-consciousness

or hesitation as they led to her into the torture chamber.
She was told to stand in the center of the room,
as the men slowly circled her looking at her
from every angle, savoring the moment,
reviewing in their minds, what they intended to do
with her beautiful body.
Several of them reached down to gently tug on
her Tampax string, she smiled at them as they did this.
Their erections swelled.

She had absolutely no idea what

they intended to do to her, what these same people had
done to her, on past occasions.

She continued smiling as they told her to strip.

Once naked, the female director told her to squat
and pull her Tampax out.
The men leered as she did as instructed.
The female director held out a wastebasket for her to drop
the wet red cylinder into.
She was ordered to squat and urinate in to the same wastebasket.
She looked up at them smiling innocently, as her yellow stream
thundered into the plastic container

(Torture victims, must have empty bowels and bladders,

for obvious reasons.)

The female director had given her a massive

dose of abortion medication that had induced a period.
The overdose caused her to have the menstrual flow of
ten normal women. The lining of her uterus, was literally
coming out in chunks.
With the Tampax removed, the bloody ooze from her
vagina began spreading down her thighs.
She was ordered to stand with her feet widely spread,
they sat in chairs watching her phenomenal menstrual flow.
She looked back at them smiling pleasantly.

When she had stained herself to both knees, they told her
to stand before a vinyl covered board.
She was still smiling as they finished strapping her to the
inversion board, her large breasts swinging freely.
Some women do not enjoy having anything placed in their vaginas.
This patient had been selected because she was such a woman.
She was not smiling as the men, and the lady director disrobed
in front of her, the men all had erections as they stared at her.
Their smiles were cruel and terrified her.
She began pleading with them to stop, as she and the inversion board,
was tilted backwards into the horizontal position.
Two men grabbed her ankles, yanking her legs apart cruelly,
the female director stood beside her, holding her labia apart,
she nodded to the man seated on the board.
He scooted forward and reached down holding the board tightly
with both hands, he rocked his pelvis back, hesitated for a brief moment,
then rammed himself full force, into the unlubricated cunt.
The women gave an incredible, long undulating shriek,
that went on for thirty seconds or more, as though her soul
was being torn from her body.
The men laughed, there erections growing huge, as they
step forward for their turn.
The women never stopped, pleading , begging them,
imploring them to please stop gang raping her.
She had obviously been an educated and cultured woman,
before losing her memory.
She had in fact been a Lutheran nun in a teaching order,
before losing her sense of self to Alzheimer's disease.
She would stop pleading, and go back to shrieking, as each
fresh penis was thrust into her, she had marvelous lungs
underneath her large breasts, and vocal cords of stainless steel.
There were not actually torturing her yet, there were disappointed,
her menstrual flow was lubricating her vagina.
Some of them thrust themselves into her anus, which was more
satisfying, she shrieking at a higher octave.
They had done this to her many times before, she had no memory of it,
but they did.
They had never gang fucked her before during her period.
Like a bitch dog in heat she had a hot smell that excited them,
their penises came away bloody from her menstrual flow.
Always before when they had done this they had been
civil servants enjoying forbidden pleasure reserved for
high state officials.
The bitch dog smell from her loins drove them beyond reason,
they became an out of control sex crazed mob.
They took turns leaning close to her abused vagina,
studying their handiwork, admiring the way their
semen mixed with her menstrual flow.
They studied the way the flow came out the bottom
of her vagina before it moved across the vinyl surface.
They admired their semen leaked from her anus.
They laughed at her, as she begged them to stop,
each of them leaned forward inhaling deeply,
savoring her animal odor.

After the men taken a turn on top the bound woman,

they stood in a semi circle watching her expression intently
as the female assistant director led the two German shepherds forward.
They watched her face display horror, as she realized
what was about to happen to her.
What she was utterly powerless to keep from happening.
She began screaming hysterically.

They took their time, letting her watch them as they arranging
two low table on either side of her inversion board.
The dogs needed some place to stand,
the inversion board was much too narrow.
They tipped the board upward slightly, so she would have a perfect view.
All of the men were standing close enough to touch the struggling woman,
looking down on her naked body with cruel smiles.
One of them reached over and began kneading one of her nipples
feeling it grow hard.
The patient's eyes had taken on a wild look of a trapped animal,
she was breathing in short gasps.
They held her legs apart giving the dogs several minutes to
clean up her menstrual mess.
They started with the puddle dripping off the sides of the vinyl board.
After cleaning her thighs, the animals traced the stream back to its source,
they spent several minutes running their tongues in and out
of the woman's vagina, as she looked down with wide eyed disbelief.
Eventually they settled down to licking the mouth of her womb.

She was shaking her head from side to side

“Dear God, no, make them stop, I beg you in the
name of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, please make them stop,
I can not do this!”
They ignored her prayer, they had heard it all before.
They had the dogs fuck her six times a year, she
uttered the same prayer every time.

The female Director nodded, it was time.

Two men holding her legs apart, were amazed
at the superhuman strength the woman possessed as she
attempted to protect her womanhood.
They could have tied her legs, but this was more personal,
bringing them more pleasure.
Two more men stepped forward to help.
It took four men to hold her legs apart as
the clinic director led the first dog into position.
The dog had done this before with this woman,
on this same vinyl covered board, he had better memory
than the struggling woman.
The dog carefully placed a leg on either side of the
supine woman, panting, dripping saliva on her breasts.

The patient was staring between her bests and the dog's front legs,
watching with growing horror, unable to look away.
She watched the female director approach holding out her hand.
She trembled as she felt the fingers touch her labia.
She screamed as one hand spear fisted into her vagina, holding her lips
wide apart, while the other hand guided the pointed
dog penis into her vagina.

They laughed.
The dog began to fuck her vigorously, while
the patient began babbling incoherently.

Every muscle in the patient's body was straining to its limit,

as she attempted to resist the obscene animal rape.

She began screaming again when the second dog penis was guided
into her anus.

There were plenty of chairs so the visiting dignitaries could sit and watch.
as the assistant director knelt on her hands and knees,
offering the dogs seconds.
A couple of the men mounted her after the dogs.
As there was a line behind kneeling assistant director,
several of the men returned to the vinyl board.
They no longer had to hold her legs apart, she no longer protested.
She was unaware of the human and animal semen leaking
from her body, she was no longer pink flushed with humiliation.
Her face had melted into a mask of pure insanity,
her mind had fled.
The men lined up to fuck beautiful blond with large tits
who no longer complained, or tried to close her legs.
It was as though the blond woman was offering her
vagina willingly.
Some of them French kissed her, as she others
gang fucked her. She did not try to turn her face away.

The patient began screaming again, as the assistant director

slid a fist into the semen filled vagina and began giving
her a D and C, with her fingernails.
The mouth of the womb was chemically dilated, offering
little resistance to the social finger.
She began scraping the inside of the womb with her long
red fingernails.
She was able to dislodge large pieces of the lining, which she
carefully pulled from the womb and fed to her dogs.
The men lined up for their chance, having a contest
to see how many fingers they could force into her womb.
They stuffed four dollars worth of dimes, along with several
nickels and quarters into the womb and left them there.
Several of them needed to fuck her again after this.

When the men and dogs were satiated, a pen was pulled on the
inversion board, the bound woman swung like a pendulum,
head downward.
They did not have to pull her legs apart, they flopped to open willingly.
Ropes were wrapped around her ankles, and pulled tight, leaving her vagina
gaping at the fluorescent lighting.
There was an entire shelf on the wall containing an astounding array items
including a large rubber mallet.
The visiting state officials invariably brought one or more items as well.
The patient totally unaware of what they were about to do to her.
They had done this show with her many times.
The inverted patient began kicking and screaming, as they worked down the shelf.
Methodically hammering larger and larger items into her vagina.
The bound woman hollered incoherently as they hammered the smaller items home.
As they worked to the larger items she began screaming with amazing intensity and volume.
When they moved to the truly gigantic items, should began to bellow, producing
an amazing volume of sound
She bellowed like a bull until she went horse.
When she begin to sound like a giant frog, they tied bells
around her wrists and ankles.
They tied ropes as tightly as possible around her large breasts.
She would ring her bells vigorously, making croaking sounds,
in perfect time with the hammer blows.

It was a round robin, the officials would hammer until their erections
swelled, they would hand the hammer to the next man, and walk over
to the Lady Director who was on her back on a desktop
having sex with all comers, including the two dogs.

Finally, tiring of this, they yanked on the ropes jerking the patient
to the horizontal position.
They tied the ropes leaving her semi-suspended by her breasts.
Her ankles still tied, holding her legs far apart.
The dazed women did not look down as the latest impossible
object was extracted from her bleeding vagina.
As the man climbed onto the teeter totter with her they would
transfer as much of their weight is possible onto their hands,
watching, and feeling her breasts elongate.
There would move further forward, holding her breasts,
feeling the geometry change as the weight of two bodies
stretched them.
They would begin thrusting themselves into her body cavity,
they would smile showing their friends their bloody penises.
As one of them fisted the semi-conscious woman, one of the others
mounted her like a horse, sitting just below her breasts,
he bounced up and down, smiling, watching the bound breasts
elongate still further, he rubbed his erect penis on them.
Watching this inspired the others, they all stepped forward,
to throw themselves on the woman's body,
like a dog pile of rugby players.
They laughed at the gurgling sounds coming from her open mouth,
watching her breasts stretch unbelievably.

One of the men crouched above her, his testicles touching her nose,
he nodded to his friends, who jumped on her.
Her mouth snapped open to scream, he thrust himself down her throat,
cutting off her air supply.
Her frantic efforts to breathe, stimulated him, he squirted warm semen
down her gullet.

Laughing hilariously they unstrapped her and dumped

her on the floor.
They divided themselves into two teams, and had a tug-of-war
each team pulling on a rope tied to one breast.
Her breasts were pulled a foot or more in
opposite directions, as the stronger team dragged her
by one tit across the linoleum floor.
Her other tit was stretched obscenely in the opposite direction
as the losing team pulled for all they were worth.

As they had done on previous occasions, they hoisted

hoisted her by her tits.
They only hauled her up about eighteen inches.
She made no effort to stand.
They pulled her legs apart, she did not close them
as the dogs were led forward.
After the dogs had cleaned up her menstrual mess
one of them mounted her, wrapping his paws around
her waist.
She did not react to the animal rape in any way.
Disappointed by her lack of reaction, the largest fat dignitary
scooted up a chair, and climbed on to her shoulders
holding onto the ropes, as though she were a child's swing.

He was deliberately attempting to tear her tits off.

He did not succeeded, human flash is astoundingly durable.

They hoisted her higher, so her feet did not touch the floor.

They sandwiched her as she hung there suspended

by her breasts.
She swung back and forth, in short pendulum arcs
as man thrust themselves violently into her anus
and vagina.
Her ankle bells made music for them, as her legs
vainly tried to reach the floor, to take the terrible
strain off her breasts.
Her arms made feeble attempts to push her attackers away.
Occasionally one of the men standing behind would
not penetrate her, grasping her by the waist,
he would swing her back and forth, fucking the
man standing before her.
Her bells jingled as she swung, her hands fluttering
like frightened birds.

The men who were not fucking the woman helped

the Female Director slide a table up beside the
human pendulum.
On the table she placed a cattle prod, fresh batteries,
a douche bag, a bottle of water, a jar of instant coffee,
a jar of Vaseline, and many small bottles of
nasal spray aphrodisiac with male erection enhancement.

The men gathered around, taking four squirts

of erection enhancer in each nostril,
they smiled as they aphrodisiac hit them
like a sledgehammer.
They were ready for their favorite part of the show.

The human pendulum displayed no interest as

they slid a long skinny table in place, turning it sideways.
They placed a foam pad on the table.
The Female Director, lay it on her belly, she had long
shapely legs, which to spread widely, revealing
her well fucked vagina to the leering men
standing behind her.
They handed her the cattle prod and watched
as she slid most of it out of sight in the vagina
hanging before her.

She waited as a first man penetrated her

and began fucking her with slow steady motion,
she rocked her hips against his thrusts,
and sighed contentedly, as her well manicured
thumb reached for the on switch.

Her victim immediately gave forth the universal

sound all victims make under intense torture.
She was writhing in agony, her hips making thrusting
motions, as though she were deliberately
trying to fuck the impromptu dildo.
Her legs made frog swimming motions in a
hopeless attempt to reach the floor.
Her hands made repeated futile attempts,
desperately, trying to pull the cattle prod from her pussy.
The wrist and ankle bells jingled continuously,
accompanied by her chorus of animal bellowing,
Her mouth was wide open like an opera singer.
She was producing obscene music.

They all stood silent, smiling, slowly fucking the Lady Director
listening to the hideous music.

The Lady Director had been fucked about half the men
in her line when the bells fell silent.
Their victim had passed out.

They only added enough water to the large jar of

instant coffee to make a thin paste.
They filled the douche bag.
When all was ready Lady Director smiled and nodded.

They through ice water on their victim, as they turned

the cattle prod back on.
The blond womans terrible scream was muted
as they crammed the douche bag into her
open mouth.
Three of them squeezed the obscenely bulging pink
rubber douche bag simultaneously, forcing enough
caffeine into the woman's stomach, to make a
Holstein bull shake uncontrollably.

Their victim did not pass out again.

They gathered around smiling with huge erections

as they watched the Lady Director put fresh batteries
in the, two inch diameter, eighteen inch long cattle prod.

They watched her smile as she carefully spread Vaseline

over its length.
She nodded to two men who grasp the hanging
woman's ankles.
No words were exchanged, they had done this to
many women.
They walked toward the Lady Director pulling their
moaning victim till she was almost horizontally,
pulling her legs apart they exposed her pink rectum.

Everyone drew close, watching intently.

With a savage thrust the cattle prod was
thrust into the woman, dilating her anus visibly.

The Lady Director held on to the end of the

aluminum tube as they walked their victim back
to the vertical position.
They released her ankles, laughing, as
her feet kicked pathetically, vainly trying
to touch the floor.

The men lined up to penetrate the suspended woman.

They had done this before, they knew the drill.
Like rodeo cowboys they would get in perfect position,
before nodding to the female director to turn the current on.

The limp vagina they had penetrated, would suddenly come to life.
The beautiful blond's pussy muscles, would clamp down with savage force.
All they had to do was hold on, to receive the wildest fuck of their lives.

They held her waist, listening to her musical bells

and her bellowing, looking up, into her beautiful face.
Watching her face transform into a mask
of mindless agony, as she fucked them
with inhuman intensity.

They had to put fresh batteries into the cattle prod

several times.

Even with chemical enhancement there was a limit

to have many times the insanely dancing woman
could fuck a climax out of them.

Finally they were all standing there, breathing heavily,

exhausted.
“She sure does fuck enthusiastically.” one of them observed.

This particular day they worked up to the grand finale,

a Champagne bottle they had never before been able to insert.
Perhaps her insane menstrual flow made it possible.

The short fat bottle was covered with Vaseline.

They had a block of wood with a shallow hole in it,
that held the bottle vertically like a Christmas tree.
They slid the block across the floor placing it directly
beneath the semi-conscious woman.
Her ankles were dangling on either side of the
Champagne bottle.
They held her wrists together behind her back,
lifting, tilting her forward.
They held her ankles, lifting and separating them,
holding her legs out of the way.
She was perfectly aligned with the Champagne bottle
as they lowered her onto it.
Vaginal impalement.

She screamed hoarsely an amazing amount of

the bottle began disappearing into her cunt.
A great deal of sadistic thought and energy
had gone into the construction of the wooden bloc.
There were leather straps extending from the sides of the block.
They held her arms and legs keeping her, balanced
on the Champagne bottle as they knelt, strapping her to the block.

They pulled the ropes down taking the incredible

the strain off her breasts for the first time in hours.
They tied her wrist behind her back, and passed the ropes
under her armpits, pulling them up behind her back
as they threaded them through the pulleys.
She no longer leaned backwards, cunt thrust
forward as they hauled her up by her tits.
She now leaned forward, too far forward, they tied
her ankles together and ran a line up to the
ropes that held her aloft.
Her ankles were now held higher than her bellybutton.
It took several minutes before they were satisfied.
She was hanging by her tits, leaning slightly forward,
with her legs held up out of the way.
The wooden block was about one foot off the floor.

The room was deathly silent, everyone staring

at Lady Director, who smiled at them prolonging
the moment.
Finally she nodded to the men holding the ropes,
they let go.
The blond woman screamed as she fell, and bellowed
when she hit.
They all gathered around to examine the insanely dilated
vagina before them, the blond was beginning to take
the fat part of the bottle into her cunt.

The Lady Director smiled at the men, standing

by the ropes, they hoisted the babbling
woman two feet off the floor.
She nodded and the woman plummeted to the floor
a second time.
Always before they had stopped at three or four feet
so as not to kill their victim.
This particular day they hoisted her by
the tits all the way to the ceiling.
They left her there, swinging slowly, as the
Lady Director laid-back against the desk
spreading her legs so the men could fuck her.
She was facing away from a blond woman
so the men could look at the dangling body
as they fucked her.

One, Two, Three!

The poor woman was in free fall for ten feet
before striking the floor with bone breaking force.
The Champagne bottle punched through
her pelvic girdle as though it were not there,
it ripped through the end of her vagina,
and lodged in her abdominal cavity.
They unstrapped the wood block to admire their handiwork.
Their victim was still conscious, moving feebly,
as they hoisted her onto a desktop.
They laughed moving her legs in all directions,
with no pelvic girdle, it was as though her legs
were made of rubber.
Finally tiring of this, they gathered around
feeling the bottle which was bulging visibly in her abdomen,
making her look pregnant.
One of the men slapped her bulge, another punched her.
The woman's frog like croaking was music to their ears.

There was no need to hold her legs, two of them

held her arms as one of the men
picked up the sledge hammer from the shelf.
The games always began by thrusting the handle of the
huge hammer into the woman, turning her into a bud vase.
The huge metal part protruding from her body, as she hung
upside down.
No one moved to stop him, or said a word, he took
several practice swings, with the hammerhead coming to rest
against the swollen abdomen.
Then he swung the hammer full force.
Even through the flesh they could clearly hear the bottle shatter.
They took turns fucking the lady director, as the twitching patient
bled to death.

The blond lady with the shy trusting smile, was cremated
in a state run facility, there were lumps of glass, and
melted coins in the ashes.

A short Marine Corps general, was Captain of the firing squad.

There were three ranks of 13, as the three prisoners
were to be executed simultaneously.

They were shackled with wrists and ankles widely separated.

The general approached with adhesive backed orange
target dots, he nodded to an assistant who used a bayonet to cut away
their prison clothing.
Their underwear was cut away as well.
The orange dot was affixed above each heart.

It was a formal firing squad, six men knelt, seven men stood.
They had antique bold action Mauser rifles.

“Ready --- aim --- fire!”

There was a loud volley, the crowd gasped.
The men were horrible shots, or their rifle sights were
were terribly maladjusted.
They had almost missed the three targets completely,
another couple of inches lower the rounds would have passed
harmlessly between their legs.
Their genitalia had disappeared, completely obliterated.
The two men were making unintelligible sounds.
The woman was screaming, with lungs that should
have made her an opera star.
All of their rounds had traveled down her vagina.
The bottom part had been blown away, the top half
remained like the canvas awning outside a good restaurant.
The bullets had exited toward the back, being unable
to travel upward to the end, as a woman was standing upright.
The back of the vagina was severed completely,
in hung down like the windpipe of a decapitated horse.
Nerve damage caused the hanging tube to spasm as though
it was trying to suck air.

“Reload”
“Ready --- aim --- fire!”
They were getting worse not better, their initial volley
was a pattern, smaller than a coffee saucer.
The next pattern was spread all over the abdomen.
They were eviscerated, two to the three had their intestines,
fall to the ground in front of them.
No coup de main was offered.
It took them several minutes to die.

Gasoline was poured over their bodies.

Their ashes were placed in a Mason fruit jar.

The head of the Park service led the media

for a short two kilometer hike up a valley.
He refused to answer questions about
why the media needed to see what they were about to see.

They stopped at an outdoor toilet, the head Park Ranger

removed a Mason fruit jar, from his backpack.
He poured dried powder down the toilet,
then, while the cameras were rolling he unzipped
his dark green Bermuda shorts and unashamedly
urinated in the jar, he put the lid back on swirling
the liquid and abruptly dumping the contents down the toilet.
He then dropped his pants and defecated into the opening.
He stood, with a sweeping hand gesture
offered the use of the facilities, to his audience.

The media had figured it out, there were smiles all around.
It was the only time anyone could ever remember
three famous anchor people, exposing their penises on camera.
The camera people took turns filming each other
urinating into the outdoor toilet.
 [ 41. I will get some people together ]

Young Leopard was not exactly relaxed, Vin was not

a step into my office and close the door kind of manager.
Vin got along well with House Dick, who also disdained offices.
Long ago House Dick had run his guard force from a piano bar.

Vin was distracted, Young Leopard waited patiently,

leopards have infinite patience, Vin waved him into a chair.

“We are going to do a reorg. “ Young Leopard said nothing.

“You are going to be my, tribunus laticlavus, which makes you
my Chief of Staff.” Young Leopard nodded.
“However I also need you to continue as a
file leader leading your own contubernium.”
“We will refer to them as the special branch.”
“Lady Kathy has prepared a list of eight possible candidates
you might consider.”
( Lady Kathy had picked the eight top cocks men. )
“There should be no problem these are all good men.”
“It's possible you and Kathy describe good men differently.”
Vin observed dryly.
“Questions?”
“No sir”
“Good, we have one last bit of unfinished business.”

Vin pushed a button and his display wall lit up.

It was a download from the web page of the trial of the
century.
There were tens of thousands of pages of testimony.
The people who had turned state's evidence,
were only guaranteed leniency if they omitted nothing.
To the best of their ability they omitted nothing.

The page on the wall described how three short

dark-haired women had been forced to kneel,
and have sex with the two German shepherds,
while a roomful of people laughed and applauded.

Vin's mother was a short dark-haired woman,

one of only three in the institution at that time.
It was obvious Vin's mother was one of the three
kneeling women.
The testimony went on in excruciating detail,
documenting how the civil servants had fucked the women
with cattle prods.

Young Leopards said nothing, what could he possibly say?

The pause grew painful, he opened his mouth to say something.
Vin was speaking almost to himself.
“You know one of the people responsible for that,
gets out of jail in three months.”

“I will get some people together.”

 [ 42. Tourists visit an OTEC ]

It turned out they had plenty of time.

Seattle was definitely not a great charter
confederation.
It was closer to a People's Republic.
Still they did borrow ideas from the
confederation that surrounded them.
They had a for-profit prison, tourist would pay
good money to see heinous criminals on display.
The prison had purchased several of the
convicted Alzheimer's abusers.
Katzies people mingled with the crowd,
others waited outside.
They knew the prisoner's itinerary exactly,
but they were not paid to take chances.
The former civil servant had kept his wealth
in the form of real estate, stocks and bonds
inside the Confederation.
He had been pauperized.
An organization that helps ex-convicts found him
a job as an algae scraper on an OTEC.

They followed him to the airport, and had people

sitting behind him all the way to Guam, and more people
sitting behind him all the way to Aral sea.

He lived in a barracks, he had enough money

for one beer after work. He never left the starboard side.

Young Leopard was going nuts.

If they dragged him down the hallway, the cameras would record
the event.
Embarrassing questions would have to be answered.
His frustrations grew to the point that his wife noticed.

Wives over time get the measure of their man.

Madame Kathie knew exactly the sort of man she was married to,
and he was aware of this.

So he gave her a brief account of the three kneeling women.

“So, you are going to shoot the bastard?”

“Actually we are planning on dumping him into the ocean.”
“Whats keeping you?”
Young Leopard explained.
“You need a tourist lady, who can lure him to her hotel room.”

Young Leopard looked at his wife in amazement.

The park bench was covered in synthetic whale skin,

it had no back, it was designed for couples, desiring
sex, not feeding pigeons.
The fantail park had many such benches, and many trees.
The few lights were clustered near the walkways.

There were no cameras, tourist do not enjoy

cameras as they fuck in the park.

Madame Kathie was on her back her legs spread.

The man was on top, thrusting away.

They had better hurry she thought, otherwise

I'm going to end up with this jerk coming inside me.

Nothing ever goes entirely according to plan, the man climaxed.

He realized they were surrounded by six hulking figures.
His erection melted instantly.

They were joggers with belt packs.

They began pulling duct tape, tie wraps, and other things
from their belt packs.
Kathy slid out from underneath.
Duct tape went around his mouth before he could even gasp.
He was expertly flipped onto his back , two men sat on him.
Kathy was handed a length of nylon parachute cord,
there was a hangman's noose in one end
and a carabiner tied to the other.

She placed the hangman's noose around the testicles.

She pulled on the carabiner with one hand, cinching the knot
tightly with her other hand.
To check it would not come loose, she held the carabiner
in her right hand and stepped onto the parachute cord
with her left foot, as though she were preparing to mount a horse.
There was a muffled mmmph! as the man abruptly sat up.
Two strong hands on his wrists followed him into the sitting position.
His hands where now behind his back, several pair of
large tie wraps secured his wrists firmly.
Kathy was shifting yet more weight to her left foot.
Mmmph!
The slightest upward tug on the wrist restraints
toppled him to his feet.
Continuing upward pressure kept him from
falling to his knees.

Madame Kathie followed behind, she had a nylon

day pack. Each of the joggers had two
jogging hand weights, Kathy
dropped each of the twelve weights into
the pack and zippered it closed, well almost closed
she left a two finger gap at the top, so the air
could escape easily.

There was a gate in the shoulder high

chain-link fence, it was there for access to the boathouse.
One of the six stepped forward with a small bolt cutter
cutting away the lock.
He handed the bolt cutter and the lock to Kathy,
who added them to her bag of weights.
They had to detour around the boathouse
which hid them from view

Mmmph!
The fellow had both knees locked, his feet were sliding
like ice skates.
Young Leopard was towing the man
by his testicles, their destination obvious.
Upward pressure on his arms kept him
hunched over, unable to fall to the ground.

The ocean was incredibly beautiful

phosphorescent organisms left a glowing
trail of light behind the slowly moving OTEC.

Kathy appreciated the dim light,

it made it easy to see so she could clip
her bag of weights onto the carabiner.

Two men held him by the arms, his toes

hanging over the edge.
Young Leopard stood behind.

They released his arms.

Kathy threw the bag of weights overboard.

“Mmmph!” He said as the slack ran out

and the weights yanked his testicles violently.
He began leaning forward, losing his balance.
He would have wind-milled his arms had they not been tied behind his back.
Young Leopard gave him a good-natured slap on the back.

He toppled into the water.

___________________

Vin was surprised when he saw a Madame Kathie

In the debrief room. Her role in this had been
concealed from him, he had been aware
that she had gone as cover, a married couple
visiting an OTEC love boat together.
He nearly fell out of his chair when he heard
about her throwing the bag of lead weights overboard.
He laughed for a solid minute.
Vin had been in love with Madame Kathie for many years
long before she met Young Leopard.
Hearing that the debrief was a moving experience for him.
As they were all professionals it was a real debrief
not a mutual pat on the back.
Vin thought he was going to swallow his teeth, when
Kathy observed, that the team was slow in arriving
giving the fellow an orgasm she hoped to deny him.

Vin went home and slept on it, The next day he made a phone call.
Actually it was the next night as he was calling half way
around the world.
Pre-Lazarus special forces was an all male profession.
Lazarus came along and started mixing social classes,
races, and professions. No longer could a Marine
expeditionary force leave for months on end, with only
men's magazines for female companionship.
Post Lazarus meant every one had a weekly medical
necessity.
Initially the need was met with Roman style camp followers.

Special forces, in time found themselves with genuine

female members who were definitely not camp followers.
Society does not produce large numbers of these special women,
but then it does not produce, large numbers of special
boat service men either.

“Yes they must both be female.”

“Not only female there must be lookers, and they must enjoy
the company of men.”
“You have been here for VIP week, you know the drill,
they will be escorting VIPs who will become horny.”

“I will start looking immediately.”

“One last thing.”
“Yes?”
“They need a documented history of wet work.”
Long pause.
“Will they be taking contracts?”
“No, two reasons, I need more money, like the Pacific Ocean
needs more water and,
you are trusting me with your marketing database.
If I started using it, looking for clients, you would probably
take me off your Christmas card list.”

“This may take some time.”

“In our line of work, that translates into,
the fee is going to take your breath away.”

“We do enjoy doing business with you sir,”

“You do indeed understand the subtleties involved.”

“Excellent, let me know, I will be sending

a private aircraft to collect them.“

“Will you be attending VIP week next month?”

“Ah, yes I was planning on doing so.”
“Good we can have lunch together.”
 [ 43. March of Cambreadth ]

The supersonic business jet whistled to a stop.

Vin was wearing Italian loafers, Italian slacks
and a tailor-made military style shirt, with a single silver star
on each epaulet.

They were both lookers!

They were dressed as business ladies in high end
off the rack designer suits.
Vin knew he had winners when the copilot
came trundling up with their luggage.
Four olive drab B4 bags.

Charles, looking elegant in his three thousand gold,

Italian tailor-made chauffeurs uniform, took the bags,
placing them in the back of their lead-acid limo.

Vin offered his hand, helping the lady into

the limousine.
She turned his hand ever so slightly it was the very
beginning of an Aikido move.
Had she completed the moment it would have broken
about half of the twenty seven bones in Vin's wrist.
Vin reached up with his other hand to steady,
the ladies elbow, his thumb was tickling a nerve
junction in her arm, If Vin jammed his thumb in,
the arm would be paralyzed, preventing her
from rotating her wrist farther.

She smiled at him, in a most appealing way.

Female leopards in captivity will mate with lesser

cats, but clearly they prefer to mate with other leopards.

Vin had gone all-out for the new recruits,

two of the new leopards played the pipes,
everyone was in dress uniform.
The two women were unfamiliar with the song
March of Cambreadth,
but were able to add to the chorus
“How Many of Them Can We Make Die!”
with enthusiasm.

Professional soldiers were paying respect

to two of their own.
Vin thought at one point he saw a tear
in an eye, it was probably the lighting.
House Dick was standing tall and proud
in his Centurion uniform his cape was held
In place by a clasp, the hexagon of India
decorating the center.
Lady Kathy had presented it to him
in a special ceremony, while the other
seven original praetorians smiled proudly.
Later over beers they explained the significance
of the hexagon of India blue diamond
to the Young Leopards.
( Lady Kathy and Inspector Demento did a
reenactment for the next Catherine The Great
Thursday. )

Eventually the two new recruits found themselves

in Young Leopards small office.
He had memorabilia on his wall that only
other special forces professionals would appreciate.

“Shall we unpacked Sir, or will we be assigned elsewhere?”

“Actually will be leaving on a mission tomorrow,

one of you will be the primary, the rest of the team will be there
in a support role.”

“Sir!, Will that be all Sir!”

After they unpacked, they asked for directions to the dojo.

Sensei, spotted them as they came through the door.

He waited for them, they bowed, he bowed.

They were both very very good, especially when they

cooperated as a team.
Sensei had to stay very focused to stay ahead of them.
There were only the three of them in the dojo.
There worked up a sweat, and became thirsty.

“Come.” Sensei commanded.

He led them to a secret door, which opened
onto a passageway at the end of the warehouse building,
part way down the passageway was a concealed gate,
in a bamboo fence. Sensei smiled as the two
English lady ninjas slid over the stepping stones
without disturbing the elegantly raked gravel.

Sensei got naked, showered and slid into

the warm water of the pool, the two women were right behind him.
First Lady showed up with refreshments.
Sensei was getting used to eating and drinking while
floating in warm mineral water.
To do such a thing in Japanese society was unthinkable,
but Vin owned the bathhouse and insisted on drinking cold champagne,
while floating in warm water.
Sensei felt the practice was barbaric, but pleasant nonetheless.

“Can you ask if Vin and Young Leopard are available?”

Vin and Young Leopard showed up shortly after.

The five of them had a lovely evening together.
They had dinner, and drank a couple of liters of Saki.
Little Sister had joined at some point, so there were
four geisha's and First Lady, to give the five of them a massage.

Sex was entirely consensual, the geisha's

were obviously more than willing to take care
of the three men.
They were taken by Sensei.
They had studied carefully the way Vin's men responded to him.
His men clearly respected him.
And Young Leopard! What could you say?

Two lady leopards could not resist prize specimens like this.

The lady leopards were thrilled, in their working life

they had only met a handful of men, who knew what they were,
and could still have sex with them, without their fear being obvious.

Here they had three such men under one roof,

and all night to enjoy them.
Sensei was obeying the first rule of planning orgies
always have more men than women.

First Lady used it as a training opportunity as

there was always one man recuperating.
She showed her students 101 ways to revive
erections.
First Lady also had strands of pearls.
Elegant young geisha girls gave Vin oral sex
while he watched Sensei and Young Leopard
with the two beautiful women.

First Lady brought Vin white tea, better than

Sake for this sort of thing.
They all stopped periodically for food and drink.

During the break Young Leopard slowly took

the elegant kimono off of Little Sister
Her body looked almost Japanese dressed up,
undressed she was clearly a fourteen-year-old girl,
with two fried eggs for breasts.

There was hushed silence in the room as

Young Leopard maneuvered toward the young girl
holding his ten inch tool.
He slid it in slowly as the room held its breath.
Once he got it all the way in, Little Sister
quit lying there, like drugged date rape.

She began enthusiastically fucking him

matching him stroke for stroke, eight inches or more
of his tool entering and leaving her body with every stroke.
It was unbelievably, obscenely, erotic.

First Lady and her three remaining students

got naked, the two lady leopards
watched calmly as the three men did their best
to give everyone an orgasm.
The two lady leopards, were fascinated with
First Lady sexual skills.
She had Vin flat on his back as she demonstrated
an assortment of devices and techniques.
Westerners use metal devices called sounds,
she had elegantly carved ivory and Jade implements instead.

Her two new students watching her closely duplicating

her every move on Sensei and Young Leopard.
The four naked geishas sat in a semi circle eyes wide
missing nothing.

First Lady was counting out loud, the number of

pearls, she had caused to disappear Into Vin's
manhood, after a short delay, the two lady leopards
would respond with the same number.
( Young Leopard won, of course.)
The game ended when no more pearls would go in,
the naked geishas would gather around,
their well lubricated fingers giving Vin the most
expert hand job he had ever received.
The goal was obviously to see how many small hands
could move simultaneously over him.
As he climaxed First Lady pulled the pearls from him
in a slow smooth motion, the small fingers clutching him
tightly so each pearl bumped against as many fingers
as possible on the way out. Vin thought he was going
to pass out.

At one point Vin crawled off and made a phone call.

“Honey, if I was spending all night in a whorehouse,

would you want to hear about it, or would you want me
to make up some sort of a story, about staying up with a sick friend?”
“Actually I'm staying up with five sick friends at a whorehouse.”
“I love you too, I will be home soon”
“He looked up to see four Geisha's in training Looking at him lovingly”
Each of them thinking: Someday I will find a man like this
who will marry me!

[ 44. Tourists visit Seattle ]

They had a last brief before the mission.
Vin was speaking.

“You have all seen images of the execution, the director

and his two vice directors?” everyone nodded.
( Everyone on the planet had seen those images.)

“They're would have been four executions but the man

who swung the hammer hanged himself in his jail cell.”
“We know all of the details because two scumbags
involved turned state's evidence, allowing them to escape
the full consequences of their actions.”

“One of them got out of jail last week, he is now living in Seattle.”

The former civil servant more through luck than cunning

had kept a gold denominated trust account in Seattle,
he now had a tiny income.
He had taken the bus from jail directly to his fleabag hotel.
He hardly ever left, fearing he would be recognized.

“Say aren't you the guy who hammered that bottle into
the Alzheimer's patient?”
“The one that died?”

He was pleasantly surprised when the lady sat down

on the bar stool next to him.
She was a lady tourist from Nottingham Shire, out for a
night on the town, obviously looking for an alternative to the
clinical atmosphere of a Ladies Club.
She was obviously a proper English Lady, dressed conservatively
she was even wearing gloves.

He did not notice the athletic looking tall blond man sitting alone
in the corner booth, watching them intently.

He did not spend time dwelling on his good fortune.

For the last several years his medical necessity had been truly clinical.

Three times a week he was lead into the lethal injection room.
Sometimes for humor they would pour chemicals into the injection machine,
hook up the tubing. and wipe off the needles with alcohol.

( Why do they do this, do they fear infection? )

He would be strapped down with and a cotton bag placed over his head.
The curtains would be drawn back, so the spectators could watch.
A lady volunteer would entered the room and mount him.
She bring him to orgasm without saying a word.

They were in his room.

She took off everything but her gloves and shoes.
She was not wearing underwear.
She laid on his narrow bed and spread her legs.
He tried to kiss her, she turned her head,
He tried to lick her clitoris, she said no.
He mounted her and began pumping away.

She let him get within three strokes of his orgasm.

In a movement too quick for him to see, she
crushed his larynx with a single blow.
She contemptuously shoved him off of her.

He was half propped against the wall, his hands

desperately clawing at his throat, for the
breath of air he would never receive.

She dressed with the speed and efficiency of a street walker.

His last view of her as his vision faded from red to black,
was of her lovely ass pointed at him, she was leaning over
his chest of drawers looking intently into his mirror
applying her lipstick.

She felt his neck for a pulse that was not there.
She turned and left the room, pausing in the hallway,
holding the door open slightly.
“Same time next week love?”
She waited for a reply and nodded her head
“OK”
She pulled the door shut till the lock clicked.

The blond man was waiting in the back seat

of the car parked curbside, he did not climb out
to hold the door for her.
She slid into the seat next to him, she nodded her head,
saying nothing.
The blond man nodded to the driver.
The nondescript sedan, pulled away from the curb.
___________________

First Lady now had three Gaijin trainees.

The two lady leopards had stuck bayonets into men before,
but never, ivory, jade, and pearls.
They wanted more.

Their backgrounds were remarkably similar, their first memories

were of sexual abuse from their fathers.
One of their mothers watched, the other mother ignored,
denying what was clearly happening.
Their childhood made them into the women they were now.
They basically hated men, and would never marry.
Most men anyway, Sensei, Young Leopard, and Vin were different.
These were men they could respect, men who respected them as equals.

First Lady realized she had no choice, they would go to Vin in a heartbeat,
he would order her to do it.
She had no problem with this, as she wanted to train them.
Little Sister was happy with more big sister's, she began
teaching them what she knew of tea.

First Lady was amazed, these women were practically Japanese,

Buddhist nuns, she once told them to sit still for an hour,
they did not even blink.
Her most amazing moment was when she attempted to show
the new girls how a geisha could defend herself with a knife.

She was holding a rolled up bamboo mat as her “knife”.

“All right you are the deranged customer, attempt to take this knife from me.”
With a casual wrist motion, she ended on the floor, flat on her back,
without her bamboo mat.

You don't get to be a First Lady without some skills in

observation, she studied her new apprentices intently.
Within a week she shared her suspicions with Sensei.
He must have been taking laughing lessons from Vin,
he guffawed and in most un-Japanese manner.
He explained to her, she had taken two of the
most dangerous ninjas in the world on as bath attendant girls.

First Lady expected trouble from her two new girls,

they were expected to perform as prostitutes for pay.

Gaijins continue to amaze her, the two women

were thrilled to be prostitutes.
They even had proper geisha detachment, there was absolutely no way
either of them would fall in love with a client.

At about this time, Vin and Katzie had begun aggressively marketing
to the Japanese trade.
The marketing made it clear this was a geisha house in the old style
of more than a thousand years ago, before geishas, and prostitutes
became separate.
Many wealthy customers wanted modern geishas
and were willing to pay for them, but at the same time
wanted the opportunity to have sex.
First Ladies job was to pair her six geisha is up to the
correct sort of customer, there were no complaints.

She shared this with Vin, who laughed uproariously.

After that Vin and Young Leopard became regular customers,
they paid the going rate, even though Vin owned the place.
Katzie would join them when he was in town.
The Lady Leopards were astounded that Katzie was able, to tell
what they were.
Vin had not told, he thought it was hilarious watching Katzie
spill his tea, as he realized.

First ladies only complain was her three European geishas,

deserted her completely when there was a Fleet Week,
taking her three Japanese geishas with them.
___________________

Vin got a phone call from Kay, Kathy would be tied up

at work for some time, he should come home right now.

Vin's townhouse had an architectural feature, a tiled

entryway, silly really as it never rained inside an OTEC.

Vin stepped through the front door, right in front of him

was their German ironing board, with a female figure on it.
Beatrice for sure. Vin looked more closely, Beatrice had
extremely long legs, he looked more closely there was
gelatinous liquid leaking from the vagina, there was a puddle
the size of a dinner plate on the floor.
The lady raised her head, her features becoming visible.
“Hi son!”
She did not wave, her limbs were restrained with men's neckties.
Vin got naked and penetrated her, he climaxed instantly.
He began working on number two.
Young Leopard walked up naked, carrying a kitchen chair,
he sat down to watch not saying anything.

Vin let Young Leopard have his turn, he looked up

to see Kathy and Kay smiling at him.

“Help me untie her, this isn't as fun as I thought it would be,

let's all get into bed together.”

A good time was had by all.

___________________

Just because there seems to be no one guarding the door of Fleet Week,
does not mean there is no one guarding the door.

There is living human memory of that terrible period when

terrorism stocked the land.

A doofus stepping through the front door with an AK47,

would have twenty submachine guns pointed at him, while
twenty more Praetorians began running for crew served weapons.
Twenty more would be sprinting to power suits.
People were very definitely minding the front door.

“Boss, if your mother walked through the front door,

would you want to know about it?”
“Yes I would”
“Main street fourteen D”
“Thank You”

There was only one guy ahead of him, Vin stood in line.

“Hi mom.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I run this place, what did you think your son does for a living?”
“Would you like the grand tour?”
Vin reached over and turned off the switch to the light above them
indicating this particular mat was, no longer open for business.

They strolled arm in arm through the incredible sexual circus

with thousands of copulating couples.
Mon asked many pertinent questions, she was a very intelligent woman.
They had to stop several times and find an empty mat.
Mom was impressed with her eldest son and his business.

Vin left her, making up for lost time.

___________________

Vin's rise through the Davis Strait military hierarchy began as he

began building his praetorian guard.
He had the most elite fighting force on board, equipped with
state-of-the-art power suits.
His eighty some special warfare veterans could defeat the local home guard,
without working up a sweat.
It was essential these in English Ninjas be seamlessly incorporated into the
Davis Strait military.
Allowing them to keep their existing rank was a necessary courtesy.
One of them was a Major.
The praetorians would probably take orders from some haberdasher,
who happened to outrank them in the local militia.
Probably is not an acceptable word and the area of military preparedness.
The praetorians would follow Vin across Hell cheerfully chanting
“How Many of Them Can We Make Die!” as they marched.

Vin went from Major to Colonel to Full Colonel to Brigadier General

in less than five years.
Vin was chief of operations, he was in charge of the defense of Davis Strait.
The Praetorians had all become Davis Strait citizens, willing to die
with Vin, defending their adopted home.
___________________

“Vin come here.”

Vin did as he was told.
Lady Kathy was standing up in the shower,
her feet were widely spread, her knees were slightly thrust forward.
Hanging above her head was an obscenely bulging rubber
bag filled with warm water, the rubber tubing leading
down to her fingers, she was holding a kink in the tubing
so it would not leak.
A ridiculously over sized douche nozzle she had got
from Madame Kathie's two friends was attached.

“Big sister, wants her little brother to help her

clean up, I intend to fuck the football team later.”

Back when they had high school girls, why didn't they teach
young girls this?
You want to own some schmuck forever, this is the way.

Vin reached for the baseball bat sized nozzle with trembling fingers.

After Kathy was squeaky clean, she informed Vin

she had never had a man urinate inside her
as he climaxed.

“Darn, well, you'll just have to douche me again.”

Vin was able to fill the bag with cold water without being noticed.
He pined Kathy squealing against the wall, as the contents
drained into her.

“Some night, when you least expect it ....”

“Promises promises.”
___________________

Like almost everything of significance it began with a small event.

Yet another magazine interview.
It was a lady, a kind, generous, attractive woman, quite unlike
any newsy Vin had ever met.
It turned out she had dual doctorates in both clinical and social psychology.
Vin mentioned he knew someone who also had such degrees.
Kay joined them a few minutes later at their table
in the garden restaurant.
The woman knew at a glance that Vin and Kay
were sex partners, Kay did not deny it.
She began a lifelong friendship with a woman on the spot.
They talked for a long time as though Vin was not there.

Kay invited the woman, to be Vin's house guest

the two women turned for a millisecond and stared at Vin
until he nodded, and return to their conversation.

Vin found himself walking down the promenade

with an erection, and an attractive woman on either arm.
The two women were aware of his erection, they held him proudly.
They smiled at passersby, who smiled back knowingly.
Passing women would look pointedly at Vin's huge erection and smile.
It was obvious what they were planning on doing to him
as soon as they got him alone.
Vin was not disappointed, the two women began undressing immediately,
staring at Vin like he was retarded.
Vin got naked as fast as he could.

The three of them got into bed, Vin was not surprised that
somehow the two women had worked out the details.
He was expected to have sex with Kay first.
She called him son.
The other woman watched intently.
Vin felt like a laboratory animal.
“Do I call you mom as well?”
“Yes.”
The woman was with the loving family Association.
A organization dedicated to removing the pre-Lazarus
social barriers to incest.
Vin and his mother graced the cover of their next issue.

Vin's mother found a reason for living, in time she became

president of the organization.

Vin found himself being gently but firmly hustled,

when you're mother-in-law, your mother, and your wife
all agree, resistance is futile.
___________________

“Greetings I see everyone agrees with our

number one rule, the caterers will not serve food to anyone
wearing clothes.”
“Welcome to the inaugural Loving Family Association Convention.”
Vin was wearing a blue tag on a string around his neck it said: Son
His mother was standing next to him, her pink neck tag said: Mother
Young Leopard and Little Sister were sharing the stage
with them. Their tags were brown and yellow: Brother and Sister.
Everyone in the audience had a tag.
“Many of you have met in each other's living rooms,
demonstrating you believe in the values our association represents.”
There was about two acres of pink wrestling mats on the floor
behind the standing audience.
“Never before has anyone attempted to get so many
like-minded people in one place at one time.”
“In an effort to get everyone into the proper mood,
we have prepared a little show for you.”
“Mom” Vin held out his hand
The stage lighting had come up, illuminating a brass bed.
Paparazzi appeared and began filming.

Mother and Son kissed as only lovers can, and begin making love
with the economy of motion of longtime partners.
The crowd cheered and applauded.

They were soon upstaged.

“Little Sister will you give me a hand job.”
“Yes big brother, I love you, but you know that's all I can do.”
“If you stuck them an enormous tool of yours in me,
I would bleed to death.”
Little Sister did indeed look like a very young girl who
would have difficulty inserting two fingers into her vagina.

“If the good fairy gave me one wish, I would wish

for one afternoon making love with you.”
Cue the weird music.

Weird music was Beatrice's Cue also.

It was a variation on her black dominatrix outfit,

but all white, white fishnet with rubber bands
holding her world-class butterfly for the audience to see.
She leaned slightly back, knees spread letting the
audience get an eye full, she had a white conical witch's hat
and carried a magic wand with a star on the end.
She was wearing knee length white boots with an eight inch heels.
Her long legs carried her across the stage with easy grace,
her white cape flying behind her.

Little Sister bowed, the good fairy touched her head

with the five pointed star on the end of her magic wand.

Cue the weird music and stage lighting.

Little Sister glowed in the dark.

A second brass bed was illuminated, she took Young Leopard
by the fingers and lead him upstage.
She laid on her back her slender legs spread widely,
Young Leopard took about a minute and a half to get it
all the way in.
Taking longer would have been cruel,
as the audience was holding their breath.

Little Sister came out of her sleeping beauty trance

abruptly, she squealed, hugged him, and began
fucking Young Leopard with a passion.
They had obviously been practicing she was able
to manage about nine inches of his tool on each stroke
without becoming decoupled.
In proper pornographic fashion he filled the area
between her two fried egg breasts with love juice.
She began sucking on the end of his tool, making sure
no more of it was lost.

A few minutes later Vin and his mom traded places,

she climbed on top, Vin stuck a pillow under his head,
he enjoyed watching his mother's vagina moving
against him.
He glanced at the audience, there were gone!
No they weren't, they were all on the two acres of
wrestling mats copulating madly.

Vin had it all arranged, he called on the Praetorian Guard,

the Bobbies, and the Businessman's Association,
everyone grabbed a tag that suited them.
The fathers, brothers, and sons entered in small numbers,
from a back door near the men's room.

Rule number one for a successful orgy, have plenty of men.

Vin also stuck in family members, Kay was a mother,

Kathy and Beatrice were daughters.
___________________

They had a Loving Family Association convention every twelve months.

People were pleasantly surprised to find there was
a Liechtenstein charitable trust set up by an anonymous donor
to help families that were financially burdened by the airfare,
and other cost associated with attending the show.

Vin leaned on the airlines, to get an advance purchase group rate

at the lowest possible price.
( He threatened to buy an airplane and compete with them.)
Vin by then owned the hotel free and clear, and could do what he wanted,
he gave free rooms to association members during the three-day show.

Vin leaned on his sex trade vendors, convincing them

this was a sex convention, and he would take it as a personal favor
if they would help out.
Vin was surprised when the car company wanted in.
As with the sex trade vendors, he did not charge them for floor space.

There was no VIP week, the show ran for 72 hours only.

Vin was visiting the car company the CEO was wearing
a red tag: Father, he motioned a beautiful Germanic girl over
she had a green tag, it read: Daughter.
The CEO pointed at the stretch limo movie prop,

The CEO's daughter was a hot number.

She did not mind that Vin needed to make a phone call.

Vin called Youngest Daughter.

“There is a rumor, you have sex with people like me?”

She had acquired a green tag, it read: Daughter

She lead him by the hand over to the stretch limo movie prop
which was rocking slightly.

Vin did not mind when it came time to switch partners, he and
Little Sister had loved each other for years.
They lay there joined together, watching father and daughter
make love.
“father” Little Sister said, rocking her hips.
 ___________________

Watching Little Sister revved up the crowd had given Vin

an idea, which he shared with Little Sister. She had some serious
reservations, he told her Lady Kathy would be there for
the initial tests, to make sure she was not harmed.
This meant Vin had to tell Lady Kathy what he was planning,
as expected she hopped on top and tried to unscrew his dick.

After a while she became thoughtful.

As she began sharing her idea with him, Vin grabbed her around the waist
and rolled her over with him on top, he began bunny fucking her.

The curtains parted revealing Little Sister in her schoolgirl outfit,

she was in a barn, she was talking to Dan the donkey, on the other side
of the stall.
“You are my last true friend in the world Dan.”

“After mom caught me with that boy, and made me give my word I would
never have sex with any more boys till I was eighteen,”
she sighed longingly.
“Imagine that no sex with boys for six years.”
She looked over at the stall, Dan had run out about three feet
of partial erection.
“Yes I know I would love to.”
“But my intestines would fall out of the hole you would leave.”
She reached up and scratched him behind the ears.
“If the good fairy gave me one wish, I would ask for
the ability to have sex with my one true friend.”

Cue the weird music and the spotlight.

Little Sister did ten inches of donkey dick.

The crowd went absolutely hysterical,
Vin was afraid they were going to start tearing the place up.

Little Sister stood up triumphantly with liquids running out

of her like a water pitcher.

She threw her arms wide, and ran at Vin full speed.
They had practiced this for weeks to get it right.
Little Sister left the ground with legs spread wide,
Vin reached around putting his hands on her waist
to help guide her, there was no need she was spot on.
She impaled herself on his dick, wrapping her legs and arms
around him.
She began fucking him vigorously and continued to do so
as the Good Fairy crowned him.

Vin did not have to look around Little Sister, he could rest his chin
on the top of her head. He smiled at the crowd.

“Let the games begin!”

Vin changed backstage into his harness which supported

running boards like a Harley Davidson below his hips.
Little Sister rested her thighs on the running boards,
she reached around the back where there were grab
handles.
She began slowly and methodically fucking Vin.

Vin walked down the stairs slowly and carefully,

he had the posture and gate of a pregnant woman.
Little Sister was strapped in front of him.
It was a little awkward soul kissing Lady Kathy,
she finally just gave up and threw her arms around both of them
Kissing Vin with Little Sister sandwiched between them.

King and Queen spent about an hour, slowly touring their realm.
Lady Kathy would stop and kiss men who knew her well,
several times she stopped with a wide stance leaning back,
as some she knew very well fisted her briefly.

Several times the Queen had to hold the king by the arm
to keep him from falling over.
Kathy was concerned Vin might fall causing injury to Little Sister.

Vin was having a huge orgasm his dick was becoming too sensitive to touch.
“No!, stop!, slow down! Please, please stop! I can't take any more!!”
All of this caused Little Sister to speed up not slow down.
___________________

The next Fleet Week the curtains rolled back revealing

a magnificent black Angus bull.
Genetic engineers had long ago found the gene for producing muscles
in bovines.
This specimen had two such genes.
He was a “double meat” bull, and looked like he spent
twelve hours a day bench pressing semi trucks.
He was in a portable loading chute, so the he would
not wander about the stage.
The side of his metal enclosure facing the audience
was made of clear acrylic.
The audience gave that a long slow moan as they
studied the magnificent animal, they knew what they
were going to see.
They had seen utterly impossible things on this stage for decades.
A human female was going to fuck a full sized bull
before their very eyes.

Vin, Little Sister and Kathy walked onto the stage together.
Vin was not wearing his carnival barker straw hat,
he had a very disreputable looking straw hat, bib overalls,
and BF Goodrich rubber boots.
Lady Kathy was wearing a very faded and worn out dress.
Little Sister was wearing a red checkered shirt, and bib overalls.

“Well maw, I reckon I'll be heading into town with them heifers,
figure all be all day.”

Lady Kathy slithered out of her worn-out dress moments

after Vin left the stage.
“Daughter that worthless father of yours, brings me no pleasure.”
“Stick your fist in me, and be quick about it.”
There was a gallon pail of Crisco on the floor,
Little Sister began scooping it up and forcing it into Kathy,
with a motion that any one who has ever greased
a wheel bearing would recognize.
The audience groaned, like a glacier passing over a boulder.
They knew where this was going.

“Daughter that arm of yours is no bigger than a tooth pick,

we ain't feed'en you enough.”

“Where can I find some real meat?”

Messing around with an animal like this involves real danger,

animal handlers carefully lowered the acrylic section.
A man with an elephant gun, was waiting in the wings.
Another held a tranquilizer gun. Men on both sides
of the stage held cattle prods.
The invisible men, along with the audience held their breath.

Lady Kathy slowly climbed into the harness hanging

beneath the magnificent animal.
The bull was fully erect, he had done this before.
Lady Kathy reached up slowly with both hands.
The sex organ was the diameter of a two liter pop bottle.

The cameras did a marvelous job of catching the event

from every conceivable angle, it was mind numbingly obscene.
Slowly and deliberately Kathy pulled the organ downward
and began scooting closer to it.
The tip slowly shouldered her outer lips out of the way.
She contended scooting toward the huge testicles.
The audience moaned, watching the huge organ disappear into her cunt.
Kathy had long arms, while impaled she was able to reach
the hanging testicles.
She caressed them gently.
“Nice bull, nice bull” she cooed.

She began to slid fore an aft slowly in her sex hammock,

her long slender legs reaching out to the animals sides
to give her purchase as she rocked back and forth.
She did this very slowly, all bulls are premature ejaculator's,
they only need six or seven strokes.
Moving very slowly Lady Kathy probably got two dozen strokes out of him.

From both of their movements it was obvious the animal was climaxing.
From the way Lady Kathy stiffened the forceful ejaculation must've been painful.
She did not withdraw from the animal, she left the flaccid penis in place.
Even deflated the animal was the size of a donkey.
She resumed rocking slowly back and forth fucking the partially inflated dick.
Amazing amounts of semen were leaking from her.
One camera focused on the tray underneath were it was collecting.
Semen would flow out in irregular gushes, as she
slid forwards and backwards.

Unknown to the audience the bull had large metal electrode

up his rectum.
The devise was sending pulsating electric charges through his
gigantic prostate.
Kathy's sex hammock was made of electrically conductive cloth,
the leather straps suspending it had concealed wires.
She was giving the huge animal an electro-fuck.
Current was passing from the hammock through her body
and vagina into the huge dick.
The current more than her slow motions, caused the huge organ
to swell, slowly inflating inside her cunt, spreading her outer lips
impossibly.
As a tight seal was established the irregular gushes of semen
slow to a trickle and finally stopped.
The cameras missed nothing.

The second time the animal climaxed the liquid exploded

violently out of Lady Kathy.
One of the cameras caught, and replayed in slow motion,
the high speed vibration of her dilated cunt lips, as
the pressurized fluid jetted passed them.
The stream of squirting liquid struck one of the cameras,
it's image becoming blurry and indistinct.

One camera had focused exclusively on Lady Kathy's face

as she had stroked away with lust and determination.
She was fucking, the animal, the cameras, and an audience
of thousands, simultaneously.
It was a vicarious gang bang.

Her feet and hands now touched the floor, her mouth hanging open,
her eyes slightly cross.
She was twitching slightly.
The huge organ was still trapped inside her.

Other cameras focused on the steady stream of semen running

out of her.
She was unaware, one of her feet was resting in the pan,
semen was dripping her leg just below the knee, and flowing over her ankle.

Kathy signaled to have the current turned off, she waited

for positive acknowledgment.
This was the moment of maximum danger, if she
withdrew from the animal with the voltage up,
the current would be concentrated to a single point
on the huge penis, the animal would panic possibly killing her.
Kathy slid back very slowly ready to reverse her movement
if she fell a tingle building up.

The audience misinterpreted Kathy's huge smile as she stood up.

Little Sister was holding a huge clear acrylic salad bowl.

Lady Kathy, squatted over it, as liquids ran out of her.
Two assistance brought the pan, which was drained into the bowl.

The bowl was placed center stage, illuminated by stage lighting.

The audience stared at it, having trouble believing, what it represented.

She, Vin, and Little Sister held hands and bowed to the audience.
It took about thirty seconds for the audience to quiet down.

“Don't worry folks, we wipe the bowl out with a paper towel,
before we put it back on the salad bar.”

The audiences already primed for laughter, howled.

“Let the games begin!”

King and queen walked slowly slowly through their domain,

smiling at their subjects.
The Queen had a scepter, a large metal electrode.

( The PES people hung it on the wall as a trophy. )

___________________

Vin had been summoned to the Ladies Club for his usual
stud service.
A well-dressed slender young woman was facing away.
Vin closed the door.
She turned slowly, smiling.
It was Princess!

“My eighteenth birthday was yesterday.” she declared proudly

“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Why am I not attractive?” she was semi-outraged.
“Oh you are attractive enough, it's all I can do, not to
rip the clothes off your quivering body, and make love to you
until the sun comes up.”
“What's keeping you?”
“They are nice clothes I don't want to damage them.”
“Then take them off slowly.”
“Like this?” Vin had undone the top button on her blouse.

She was smiling, holding a coat hangar in one hand.

The steering committee ladies had given up.

The room no longer had a forty five minute timer.
___________________

Vin had been bluffing when he told the Hotel Owners Association
he was considering an offer from the Tasmanian Sea,
to relocate Fleet Week to their OTEC.
Vin was determined not to be caught with his pants down again.
As head of the new convention center project
he was able to steer things in the direction he wanted.

The space for merchants on the promenade and the mezzanine,

were architected in the old European style, where the owner
lived above his shop. Vin sponsored a grocery store.
The new P2 section had its own water plant, as long as there
was electricity, they could vacuum distill drinking water from the ocean.

Vin was certain, somebody would notice and compliant, even while
they were paying off their mortgage, there was no contractual obligation
to keep P2 as part of the Davis Strait.
No one noticed, no one complained.

Davis Strait Fleet Week inc was quietly changed to OTEC Fleet Week inc.

Once Vin and Kathy owned the hotel outright, they were able to apply for
a Confederation bank charter, so they could have a bank in P2.
___________________

Vin decided as long as there were two Confederation banks on board,

there might as well be two casinos.
Vin had trouble selling Kathy on the idea, she was enough of a business woman
to see the problem.
The casino business is a rough trade, your customers will rob you blind,
and while you're keeping an eye on the customers, your employees
will rob you blind.
Accounting methods do not work in casinos, a crap table
can win or lose 70,000 gold in a matter of minutes.
Vin sold Kathy on the idea, by suggesting they use professional contract
casino management.

Two fellows in purple suits arrive to negotiate the contract.

As there were two of them, Vin felt entitled to having two Praetorians
loitering in the background while he negotiated.
After a couple of hours Vin suggested they all take a break.
The five of them went to the shooting range.

“When the bell rings, draw and fire two times!”

Vin and his two buddies had six shell cases in the air,
while the two casino experts still had their
hands under their suit coats pushing the snap releases
on their shoulder holsters.
They finally dragged their full sized 45s into view.
Vin waited patiently while they racked their slides, and got off two rounds.

“Well that was unfair you guys weren't ready.”

They reeled the targets in to seven meters.

Vin laid his 45 on the shelf in front of him.

“When the bell rings, empty the entire clip into your target.”

It sounded like a machine gun, a continuous roar,

with fountains of brass in the air.
As the three slides locked back, Vin and his two
praetorians, drew spare magazines, rammed them home,
and hit the slide releases.
A few hundred milliseconds later they were good to go.

They reloaded their empty magazines while waiting

for the negotiators, who had no spare magazines,
and no spare ammunition.

“Here try some of these, they will punch through, a level two vest.”

“Shooting always makes me horny, let me treat the two

of you to a good time at a Japanese whorehouse I know of.”

“The Japanese geisha girls, gave the men an excellent

erotic massage and got them good to go.
The two lady leopards approached naked and smiling,
Projecting their, Hi I am happy hooker, going to fuck you silly
working girl personalities.
The two men saw the women for what they truly were,
their erections wilted.”

Vin was able to negotiate, a good contract, and had no

problems with the new management team.
Vin did however put a secret camera and microphone
in the counting room.
 ___________________

P2 had the best go kart racing track topside of any OTEC

in the Confederation.
During the debrief after the Seattle mission, the wheel man observed,
he had trouble keeping his keen edge as there was nothing to drive
on Davis Strait.
Vin being Vin went all-out.
He hired the best race track designer available.
Wheel man worked with the architect until he was satisfied.
They ended up with a racetrack complex with multiple tracks
that were used simultaneously.
They had everything from little tiddlers,
suitable for renting two tourists, all the way up to
one hundred forty mile per hour super carts.
Vin sponsored several major races a year.
The racetrack complex actually made money.
Vin was happy, wheel man thought he had died and gone to heaven.

45. A Little Red Whorehouse ]

Vin as always was just trying to help.

Deliberate central planning fails due to unforeseen consequences.

Vin put up over a million gold in prize money for contests.

Women came from all over the world, positive they would win.
Some of these women became stranded charity cases.
One woman in particular, was a looker, Vin talked Kathy
into finding some make work for her.
Kathy observed the woman had no talent for anything, Vin disagreed.

Vin was surprised, Kathy gave him no push back whatsoever on his
goofy idea, she she actually seemed excited by the concept.

They moved a couple of businesses around on the mezzanine,

giving them the floor space they needed.
What they had in mind was totally inappropriate for the high class
retail space on the grand promenade below.
The mezzanine was reserved for small businesses of a more modest nature.

They opened two businesses side by side, with circa 1880,

false front western motif.
The red building had a large sign painted on the faults front:
Dance Hall, Saloon, and Whorehouse.
Next door, the blue building read:
Dance Hall, Saloon, and Stud house
The tourist got a good laugh when they went through either door.
Both doors lead into the same dance hall and saloon.

Business was brisk, the facilities were well done, creaky wooden floors,
red Victorian wallpaper, tin ceilings.
The upstairs rooms had proper wallpaper and brass beds.
Tourists expected to pay for a good time, and this was a very good time.

The dance hall girls all wore proper 1880 dance hall costumes,
with petticoats.
These dance Hall dresses were shorter than the originals, times have changed.
Some of the studs were praetorians, in addition to
proper western wear, they wore six guns on their hips.
There was a piano player, with garters on his sleeves,
playing, a slightly out of tune, upright piano.

Vin opened a dry goods store next door.

He did a booming business, selling cowboy clothing to tourists.
Many Japanese tourists spent their entire vacation dressed as
cowboys and cowgirls.
Sometimes their wives would dress as dance hall girls, as they walked
arm in arm around town with their cowboy tourist husbands.

It became fashionable for P2 residents to put on their

western wear, and join Vin, the praetorians, Kathy
and Beatrice having a beer in the whorehouse.
If you were local, the bartender would not serve you,
if you were not in costume.
___________________

Vin Smiled the first time a tourist offer his wife a gold coin.

Lady Kathy hesitated imperceptibly then reached for the coin.

She turned to her husband, with a hopeful smile on her face.
Vin nodded his approval, smiling, watching his wife led the tourist away.

Lady Kathy returning, pink flushed and glowing.

She triumphantly, tossing the gold coin onto the
table in front of Vin and Beatrice.

( Vin had the coin framed, it hangs on the wall in their bedroom. )

Beatrice began squirming as though she had ants in her pants.

She stood abruptly, hiking her dress obscenely, sliding her panties off.

She left her beautiful dress hiked up as she sat down.

She spread her legs widely, her vagina smiling at the world.
It took about thirty seconds for a tourist to arrive with a gold coin in his hand.
Beatrice smiled as she led him upstairs.

They two women found they got immense enjoyment from turning tricks.
Vin found he enjoyed watching them do it.

The two women began hanging out in the whorehouse in the evenings.
They competed with each other.
They would sit side-by-side their skirts hiked up revealing their vaginas.
Passing tourists would stop, do a double take and reach in their pocket for a coin.

If there were too many men, they would not bother with the upstairs rooms,
they would lay on their backs on adjacent tables, holding hands,
their legs spread wide, their gold coins soaking in a pool of seminal fluid.
Afterwards they would see who had the most coins.

Kathy and Beatrice exposing their vaginas, introduced marketplace forces.

As Kathy was wife of the owner, the other whores could not complain.
Their only option was to expose their vaginas as well.

In time all of the dance hall dresses had buttonholes on the hem.
Buttons near the breasts, allowed the garment to hold fabric up,
exposing the whores working equipment in a truly obscene fashion.

The women strapped on longer skirts, with voluminous petticoats,

when they took to the stage to do the cancan.

Soon Kathy's staff girls, and the praetorian wives, began joining them,
for evenings of friendly competition in the Little Red Whorehouse.
Little Sister in particular enjoyed having men admire her hairless crotch.
She had the cutest collection of Wild West schoolgirl outfits.
With her school books on the table beside her, she would sit with Beatrice and Kathy,
competing with them.
When several cruise ship were end port simultaneously,
three tables would be pushed close together, the three women would hold hands,
while simultaneously servicing three lines of men.
Sometimes they would gossip, as the tourists fucked them.

Afterwards they would carefully count their coins, seeing who had the most.

If it was late in the day Beatrice and Kathy would

fill their vaginas with gold coins, and put on panty girdles.
Their husbands would slide the panty girdles was off,
carefully count the coins, placing them on the bedside table.
They would throw one more gold coin on the bedside table,
and mount their wives
( Both women kept diaries, and recorded the numbers. )

They did the cancan without wearing underwear,

briefly exposing their vaginas.
They would build up to the climax where they would
raise their skirts and shoot round plastic balls out of their vaginas.

They gave lessons to lady tourists, encouraging them

to find a round ball of proper diameter, and join on stage.
Men would line up, to enthusiastically reload the
chorus line of willing vaginas.
Once reloaded the women would take to the stage as the rocas
cancan music would begin once more.

Every two hours cancan music would begin playing loudly.

All activity would stop, as everyone watched the professional
whores put on their show.

Kathy, Beatrice and the steering committee would take to the stage.
They would not necessarily do the cancan.
The would fuck dogs, donkeys, sheep and goats on stage.

Sometimes they would all kneel simultaneously on the bar top,

their vaginas all in a row facing the room full of men.
The men watched as a large troop of male Bonobo Chimpanzees,
were led into the room.
The Chimpanzees climbed onto the bar and began to fuck them all simultaneously.

The Chimpanzees were well trained, after they finished fucking

the steering committee, they would grab quarters from a large bowl,
end run around the room offering them to women.
A surprising number of lady tourist would turn the trick.

The crowd was riotous before the show, by the time the show
concluded, men were foaming at the mouth.
Women were lubricating to their knees, men had semen oozing from their manhoods.
Prim and proper tourist ladies who had never done sex publicly before,
fucked sheep and did sandwiches.

While they were watching the show, a buffet table had been set up,
people could grab a fast bite to eat.

At home Vin and Kathy would lay in bed together thinking up new shows.
Sometimes they would have lunch with the steering committee to brainstorm.

Studs and the tourists enjoyed the show, while the saloon music played on.

If there were multiple cruise ships in port the Little Red Whorehouse had riotous
sexual activity until dawn.

With four or more cruise ships in port simultaneously,

the Saturday night sex riot would continue until noon Monday.

Weekdays the whorehouse did not close at noon,

but it changed in its modus operandi.
Bashful women would take their men upstairs.
In a squeaky brass bed, they would deal with their medical necessity.

From six until nine the whorehouse was the Aphrodite club in everything but name.
___________________

Kay would visit them every other month or so, Kathy would always find
an emergency at work, giving them an afternoon together,
allowing them to fuck each other silly.

The conversation eventually turned to the Little Red Whorehouse.

“I've always wondered what it would feel like to be a whore.” Kay observed
“That's easy enough to fix.” Vin allowed
“Your wife won't become upset, with you pimping her mother?” Kay asked
“I would hope not, she tried whoring herself a few nights ago.”
“My daughter fucking men for money?”
“Yes, and enjoying it hugely.”
“Will she be doing this tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Will you take me there?”

Lady Kathy looked up as a couple pushed their way

through the swinging double doors.
It was Vin and her mother.
Kay stopped several feet away, eying her daughters exposed vagina.
“That's, ah, quite an outfit you have there.”
“Marketplace forces mother.”
“I have decided I want to see what it feels like to be a prostitute.”
Kathy glanced ever so briefly in Vin's direction.
He was smiling, listening intently.
“Mother! You are joking right?”
“No I am serious.”
“Well then you'd better let me help you.”
Mother and daughter cooperated, they hiked up
Kay's petticoats, buttoning them in place,
exposing her vagina obscenely.
“What next?”
“You wait for a customer.”

Kay decided she like whoring and became one of Vin's regulars.

___________________

Lady Kathy and Beatrice would strut back and forth on a bar top.
Men would hold out coins, the two women would
take the coins, picking them up with their pussy lips.
Beatrice would mash her thighs together as she picked up the coin,
she would not allow her butterfly, to turn down a gratuity.
If a gentleman held out a cigar, they would moisten
it thoroughly with vagina juice.
They would squat, leaving the end exposed
allowing the gentleman to retrieve his cigar.

The bar sold many expensive cigars, as well as whiskey in bottles.

They also sold plum wine in similar bottles.
And of course two liter bottles of soda pop.
If anyone ordered drank by the bottle, the bartender
would give it to one of the bar top women.

Bar top women always had their dresses buttoned

out of the way, leaving their vaginas exposed.
Visiting lady tourists might get naked, but the professional whores
never did.
Black fishnet is far more obscene than pale skin alone.

The men were slack-jawed as Kathy would insert the bottle

and casually fist it out of sight.
She would walk over and squat, the bottle would gradually reappear.
The bar did a booming business selling liquor by the bottle.

Sometimes Little Sister would join them.

Watching Beatrice deliver whiskey was riveting,
she could also make a bottle disappear,
you could just see the bottom of it, inside her pink
impossibly dilated orifice.
Her dark curly pubic hair was visible beneath
her butterfly which acted as a picture frame.

Little Sister would stop conversation when she delivered whiskey.

She would insert the bottle backwards with the neck protruding.
She would pull down one of her petticoats that had a large buttonhole,
stitched in it.
The buttonhole was the size of a whiskey bottle neck.
She could walk all day this way, without dropping the bottle.
The room was silent as she walked proudly to the table
that had ordered the bottle.
She would unfastened bottleneck, raising her petticoats.
She would lean back slightly as a tourist pulled the bottle
from her vagina.
Afterwards she would usually hop on the table for a gang bang.

Many wealthy customers would return the bottle unopened.

Vin also sold two liters of soda pop at the same price as whiskey.
He made this much money off the soda pop as he did the whiskey.

Beatrice and Little Sister got fifty percent of the take on drinks by the bottle.
Soon all of the saloon girl dresses were modified for vaginal bottle delivery.
Women whose vagina could accommodate a whiskey bottle,
got a fifty percent kickback for delivery.
They teased women whose vaginas could not accommodate whiskey bottles.
Women with small vaginas delivered cigars.

Six wealthy men sitting at a table would order, six cigars

and a bottle of whiskey.

Vin had problems with tourists getting drunk and throwing up.
So he gave up making money on whiskey.
The bottles were now filled with ice tea, and only cost five gold.
The same as a glass of real ale.
He upgraded the ventilation system three times, to remove
the cigar smoke.
He also upgraded the sprinkler system, in theory everything
in Western town was made of modern fireproof materials,
but Vin did not feel like taking chances.
Every woman he loved lived with him in Western Town.

Beatrice would often do bananas on the bar top.

When she finished Kathy would do a truly gigantic eggplant.
Then Little Sister would sit a two liter pop bottle on the counter top.
Beatrice would rub Crisco on it.
They would play strip music with a thumping, bumping rhythm.
Kathy would slowly squat over the huge bottle.

Kathy would then lay on her back on the bar top and let men
feel the huge object inside her abdomen.
She would let them fist her, their knuckles rapping against
the bottom of the huge object.

Men sitting at distant tables making it hard for them to see,

would order two liters of soda pop delivered to their tables.
Kathy would insert the delivery bottle backwards.
She would lay on their tabletop her legs spread widely.
She would smile as one reached in and grasp the bottle by the neck.
He would slowly pull it out of her, as his friends watched goggle eyed.

Japanese businessmen would invariably pull the monster most of the way out,
and then push it all the way back in.
They would continue until everyone at the table had a chance
to fuck Kathy with the huge instrument.
A Praetorian would appear with a tube of K. Y.
The Japanese businessmen would see how many
well lubricated forearms would fit in Kathy's huge cunt simultaneously.
If she was in the mood, she would let the Japanese businessmen
take turns fucking her urethra.
Afterwards she would squat pissing foaming white liquid into an ashtray.

Little Sister would kneel, on the bar top, double fisting whore Kathy,
both her slender arms disappearing up to the elbow in the marvelous vagina.
As Little Sister knelt on the bar top, the whorehouse mascot,
a Chimpanzee named Oboe, would mount her from behind
and begin fucking her enthusiastically.
They would continue the obscenity as long as customers continued
shouting enthusiastically and throwing coins on the bar top.

At the end of the bar was a contraption.

There were two parallel padded shoulder boards,
just far enough apart for a human head to fit between.
There was a back rest extending above the bar top.
The contraption was reserved for Lady Kathy's use alone.
Although occasionally she would let Beatrice show the world her
gape as well.
Little Sister would charge men for the right to fist Beatrice while she was inverted.
She also sold bottles of whiskey.
It cost extra to fuck Beatrice with whiskey bottles.
( The bottles were lined up beside her, for sale at the usual exorbitant price )

Lady Kathy would stand, leaning forward to place her shoulders

on the pads, placing her head between.
Beatrice and Little Sister would pull on her ankles helping her to do a headstand.
Folding stirrups would be raised for her feet, allowing her to remain
inverted without strain.
She was upside down, smiling, her long hair reaching to the floor.

Her vagina would gape unbelievably at the tin ceiling.

A semi circle of men with erections would surround her.

Little Sister would begin charging men for the right to bring
billiard balls from the pool table.
She would slowly drop them one by one into Lady Kathy's gaping cunt.
You could hear the click each would make as it struck the others at the bottom.

Beatrice would make book, on how many the inverted whore could hold.

The winner got to fuck Lady Kathy for free on the bar top.

(They bar top like the tabletops was covered with a three inch thick layer of synthetic whale skin.)

Beatrice and Little Sister would lay on to the bar top as well, their legs spread.
They charged however.

Sometimes the contest was to see how many wiggling goldfish

Lady Kathy could hold.
When the contest ended, and the winner chosen, Lady Kathy
would squatted over a huge acrylic bowl, as the writhing fish
cascaded from her body.

Little Sister would sell wiggling fishes to men who would swallow them.
Young Leopard would usually step forward to swallow the first fish.

Sometimes they would stick a huge acrylic cylinder into

Lady Kathy, it had been cast to fit her exactly.

The cylinder did not penetrate her, only an inch or so

of the recessed neck was inside her.

Beatrice and Lady Kathy would hold struggling rodent's

aloft by their tails.
They would slowly insert each animal inside the acrylic cylinder,
and open their fingers.
The crowd would moan as each rodent would drop from view.

If this was being filmed for the web pages, the camera
would peer down the acrylic pipe at the struggling rodent's.
The rodents had no claws or teeth, but eventually there would be
so many of them, that one at the top of the pile would be able to
stand vertically, and peer out at the audience through the transparent cylinder.
The camera would zoom in for a close-up, you could clearly see
Kathy's abdomen bulging with a small army of struggling rodent's,
their movements could clearly be seen.
Kathy's abdomen moved and twitched with a mind of its own.

Lady Kathy could hold a truly amazing number of small rodents.

Every day a hospital bed would be rolled out,

and cranked into a sloping position.
Lady Kathy, Beatrice or one of the steering committee
whores would positioned themselves head downward.
The semen would pool in their vaginas.
A medical technician from the clinic would arrive with equipment
to vacuum out to semen, and pack it for shipment.
Medical clinics and nunneries had a need for fresh human sperm.
Davis Strait could supply sperm from one hundred men.
Davis Strait sperm had a reputation as being the best in the world.
Tourists would line up to contribute.

Vin had always been careful on the Fleet Week homepage

to edit the images, so Beatrice and Lady Kathy were never recognizable.

As working whores his women saw it differently.

They wanted the Fleet Week photographers to carefully photograph
their faces, as well is their actions.
They wanted the cameras to fuck them.
They wanted to fuck the cameras.
The Little Red Whorehouse had its own web page, millions of men
masturbated watching Beatrice and Kathy perform.

The hit count record, was Lady Kathy doing a headstand.

Cameras on the stairs got the long shot, one small figure
surrounded by a sea of naked men.
The camera zoomed closer the gaping vagina growing ever larger,
the lens penetrated her, internal lighting, allowed to viewer to see the
mouth of her cervix as it slid by.
The camera back out , and moved slowly to a close-up of Lady Kathy's face,
the camera backed away so her entire inverted body became visible.
The long shot camera from the stairs picked up Beatrice moving forward
with Honey Bun wrapped around her neck, many cameras
were used catching every angle.
Little Sister was kneeling on the bar top between Lady Kathy's vertical legs.
She reached forward with both her hands sliding them
simultaneously into Kathy's vagina.
Young Leopard was standing on the bar behind Little Sister,
he grabbed her ankles, and hoisted her vertically,
from some of the camera angles it appeared Little Sister was doing a handstand
with both their fists inside Kathy's vagina,.
The final cut was edited to remove Young Leopards hands holding most of her weight.
Little Sister's elbows were not visible, she was doing a handstand,
her fists, forearms, and elbows were inside Lady Kathy.
Young Leopard lifted Little Sister back out of Lady Kathy.
She resumed kneeling, she reached down with two hands
and tugged on Lady Kathy's gape, pulling her lips far enough apart so
that a three liter pop bottle would have slid in easily.
She held this gape as she looked up smiling at the cameras.
The cameras took their time showing the incredible gape being held open
by her slender fingers.
Beatrice handed Honey Buns blunt tail to Little Sister.
She began feeding it into Lady Kathy.
Truly impossible lengths of snake were disappearing into Lady Kathy,
it was obvious the tail should begin protruding from her mouth at any moment.
Finally the tail did reappear, underneath Honey Buns chin,
the snake had made a U-turn, it was folded inside Lady Kathy like a bobby pin.
The back of the snake's head was near Kathy's clitoris, the blunt tail
was sticking out the bottom of her womanhood not far from her pink pooper.
Kathy held this pose for a long time letting all the cameras and all the men
get an eye full.
Little Sister and Beatrice helped Lady Kathy to her feet.
She carefully smoothed her dress, smiling shyly at the camera.
Her tailor-made elegant whorehouse dress was buttoned in working mode,
giving an excellent view of her crotch.
Lady Kathy looked down at her vagina and smiled.
She now had a snake head hanging out of her.
Lady Kathy spent the rest of the shift, walking around the bar displaying her
distended abdomen, dilated vagina, and snake head.
Men would gently feel her abdomen, as though she were pregnant.
Occasionally one of them would pat Honey Bun on top of the head.
The couple of the truly daring penetrated her anally as she stood there
with the snake head protruding from her vagina.

After the Honey Bun video set new hit count records,
cruise ships began featuring Davis Strait in their marketing.
Some cruises went directly from a major port to Davis Strait and returned,
business boomed.

Beatrice and Kathy were world-famous, men would pay real money to travel
halfway around the world to fuck them.

The web page would accept down-payments and reservations.

There were sub menus, did you want sex on a tabletop, bar top, brass bed,
or in a dungeon.
How many men would you have in your party, will they watch or participate?
Do you require a modern or Gothic sexual dungeon?
Do you want the Vikings Raping Catholic Nuns in a nunnery special?
Do you required trained animals to help you with the nuns?
( Little Sister loved dressing as a nun. )
Are you into water sports? Electro-discipline? Urethral sex?
Do you want to be in bondage, or have sex with women who are?
Would you like a whorehouse room to live in, for several days or more?

People would spend weeks, planning their whorehouse adventure.

These were not two bit sexual tricks.
Customers could include special whores in their fantasy adventure.
Little Sister, Beatrice, Lady Kathy, and Kay
all had their own web pages, with built in appointment calendars.
The steering committee began leaning on Vin, he was initially reluctant,
he did not have time to fight duels with thirteen enraged hotel owners.
He told the women, their husbands needed to call him first, then he would do it.

( He never ask, what they did, or threaten to do to their husbands )

The steering committee, along with Princess, had their own web pages,
with hundreds of still and moving images.
Images of them doing every conceivable obscene act women are capable of.
They began making obscene amounts of money.

Vin was responsible for a number of divorces, not in the direct sense
he had anticipated, but indirectly.
The trophy wives had no money of their own,
Vin made them wealthy.
Many of them left their loveless relationships, the ones who did not
renegotiated marriages that pleased them.
All of them loved and worshiped Vin, he had a thirteen woman
harem, all he had to do with lift a finger.
Sometimes they would organize a reverse orgy, Lady Kathy
wood sit at a table, wearing a business suit, smiling watching
the women fuck the man she loved.

Men paid fantastic money to live out their bizarre sexual fantasies.
Vin's specially trained whores made incredible money turning the kinky tricks.

Two of Vin's regulars were the madams longtime friends, who had moved into
the whorehouse as full-time residents.

The third resident whore was Beatrice, she and Karl had
drifted apart, they were still good friends.

Resident whore is a term not a description, they all made

such obscene amounts of money, they had paid for
townhouses within walking distance, They only used
their permanent rooms in the whorehouse, when they
were too tired to walk a block and a half.
This happened when six or more cruise ships were
in port simultaneously.

[ 45. Strait lay on a tabletop 25 cents ]

All thirteen of the steering committee ladies would show up

Saturdays wearing their elegant tailor-made whorehouse dresses,
with their hats, parasols, and handbags.
Most of them spent their evenings at the whorehouse.
But Saturday was special, they would arrive en mass.
They always made a grand entrance.
___________________

One day Little Sister arrived at the bar riding a donkey,

she rode the donkey up onto the stage, where she began fucking it.
Long ago a fellow in Oregon began breeding small donkeys the
size of Shetland pony's.
Lady Kathy and Beatrice could both take one of these animals
balls deep, without need for harnesses, and other paraphernalia.
Vin watched Beatrice, Kathy and a visiting Lady VIP join
Little Sister on stage with her donkey.
The animal was led away weak kneed, uninterested in sex for days.

That evening Beatrice and Kathy were reaching up

to their breasts to undo the buttons holding their dresses up.
Their well used vaginas were leaking noticeably, their pubic hair
was slick with semen.
“I dare you to walk home that way.” Vin said
The two women looked each other, neither was going to be
the first to say no.
“OK, as long as you walk with us, dressed as you are.
( Vin was wearing his chaps, vest and erection )

They lived at the far end of P2.

They never got home that night.
A mob gathered, following them.

Several times they had to stop and service the mob.

The two women stood back-to-back, their elbows linked,
leaning slightly backwards against each other, for balance.
Their feet were widely spaced, their knees bent forward slightly.
They were standing at the center of the mob.
They were fucking the men standing up.

Each man would step forward, with his pants down,

he would wrap his arms around the smiling woman
fucking her, while the mob shouted encouragement.

Even in the whorehouse they did not get gang banged like this.
( Although they changed that at their first opportunity )

Two Japanese Lady tourists got naked from the waist down.
Below their white cotton blouses they had amazing dark
bushes of curly hair.
They moving to the center of the mob, linking elbows,
spreading their legs, helping Kathy and Beatrice service the crowd.
Their husbands watched open mouthed, they glanced at each other,
and stood in line in front of each other's wife.

First Lady and her three geisha girls arrived to help.

Soon the steering committee arrived as well, wearing white tennis shorts.
( Vin had called for reinforcements. )

The sexual excitement built and the crowd grew larger.

The men got excited watching, they got back in line for seconds.
Bobbies arrived, observing the mob intently,
they began taking their trousers off.

One of them began using his billy club as a dildo

on a Japanese Lady who seemed to be enjoying it hugely.
Her husband standing nearby was certainly enjoying it,
the woman was smiling at him, as the billy club moved
in and out of her vagina, as he filmed the event,
his erection quivering.

Someone dragged a mattress into the street for a

lady tourist who lie on.

Vin's erection had become painful watching the steering

committee women, wiggle out of their white tennis shorts.
They begin enthusiastically fucking everyman who approached them.
They formed a huge circle, thirteen women elbows locked,
fucking thirteen men simultaneously
The praetorians arrived surrounding the thirteen women.
It took the steering committee some time to satisfy all eighty men.
The crowd grew larger, the praetorian wives began arriving to help.

The praetorians began surrounding this circle as well.

Generally they would fuck the woman next to their wife,
while she smiled in approval, sharing the good time her friend was having,
while some stranger fucked her.

Vin felt a warm hand grasp his erection.

“Hi mom, I see there is an empty mat over there.”

More mattresses soon appeared, the impromptu orgy lasted all night.

( Vin had the praetorians, bring Fleet Week mats, from storage. )

After that they had a new game to play, on the way home
they would stop at a liquor store.
The two women would button there dresses up, exposing their
obscenely used vaginas.
They stood, waiting for the clerk, holding their bottles.
They would thank the clerk, while he watched in open mouthed amazement,
the two women would insert their liquor bottles base first into their vaginas.
Their innermost petticoat layer had a large circular buttonhole.
They pulled the Velcro releasing the petticoat and carefully maneuvered it
over the neck of the bottle. The bottle was now secured
they could walk for miles without dropping it.

They un-buttoned the dresses, once more properly attired

they began walking down main street,
holding their handbags and parasols, smiling and making small talk.
Men would smile and raise their hats to them, as they passed.
Two whores, walking home after a long day.

Vin had his Fleet Week photographers secretly filming action,

it made one of the top ten downloaded Internet short films in history.
They put it on the Little Red Whorehouse web page.
It was entitled, two whores return home after a hard day.

( The liquor store clerk was given a thousand gold gift certificate, good for
kinky sex at the Little Red Whorehouse )
___________________
Sometimes Vin and Young Leopard, wearing only leather
vests and chaps, would kidnap Little Sister at gunpoint.
As they strapped her into the sex swing, she would squeal
and protest that she was a virgin, and her father was the Sheriff.

They would sandwich her as the crowd watched in amazement.

A diagonal mirror was directly underneath giving everyone a good view.
They had fake blood, Young Leopards tool definitely looked
like he had deflowered a virgin.
One of the praetorians would rush on stage as they finished,
wearing a Sheriff's badge on his leather vest.

“Daughter what have those animals done to you?”

“I am no longer a virgin father.”
“Well one more won't matter then!”
The crowd would howl as he penetrated her.

Vin and Young Leopard, would carry Queen Ann tables

with goldfish bowls on to the stage.
They would leave Little Sister in bondage.
They put one table in front of her, and one table behind.

Two of the praetorians were shills, as they came on stage

they tossed a gold coin into the bowl before they began
simultaneously fucking her.
Tourists formed two lines.

Sometimes they would kidnap Lady Kathy, Beatrice, Madame Kathie,

or a VIP lady if she seemed interested in being kidnapped.

Young Leopard seemed to especially enjoy having Vin

help him sandwich his wife before an appreciative audience.
Vin was happy to oblige he loved Madame Kathie also.

Once they kidnapped the president of the Aphrodite club.

Once two praetorians kidnapped Vin's mother,
while he was in the bathroom.

Occasionally Madame Kathie would watch her husband,

lead a tourist lady onto the small stage and put on a sex show.

Sometimes he would put on a show with Lady Kathy as

Vin watched and smiled, while Little Sister bounced up and down
on his manhood.

Sometimes Vin would put on a show with Madame Kathie.

Young Leopard sat watching Vin fuck his wife.
Occasionally all of the leopards would join in,
gang banging his wife.
The piano player contributed a lively tune,
the rhythm matching the thrusting motions of the men.

Once they lead a huge mastiff dog on stage.

Madame Kathie got on her hands and knees,
facing away from the crowd, so they would have a good view
of her vaginal opening.
The spectators drew close, the animal sniffed her cunt
and began linking her.
Amazing amounts of tongue began disappearing from view.
(She had secretly filled herself with hamburger.)
The huge animal then mounted her, and began fucking vigorously.
The audience, whistled, applauded, shouted and stomped,
the entire building vibrated.

Lady Kathy and Beatrice knelt on either side of her

their vaginas facing the audience, as they waited their turn.
The huge dog was able to mount all three of them,
the red ball at the base of the canine dick, expanded
unbelievably in Lady Kathy's vagina.

Three lines began forming on the stage,

Vin motioned Little Sister over, to bounce up and down on his dick as he watched.

The next day Little Sister lead the huge dog on to the stage,
and knelt facing away from the crowd.
The room became deathly silent as the animal began
licking her vagina.
As she was giving the animal a blow job, an assistant
brought and Ottoman and placed it center stage.
Little Sister laid on her back spreading her legs,
as the huge animal penetrated her and began thrusting away.

When the huge animal had finished, Vin walked on stage

with a goldfish bowl, he placed it beside Little Sister's Ottoman
he tossed a gold coin in.
He mounted her and began fucking her.
Men lined up behind him.
Little Sister had the most gold coins that day.
___________________

Kathy became the Madame, she ran the place.

Occasionally she would take to the small stage and
put on a show, she saddled up in the sexual swing
doing Japanese businessmen two at a time,
She made sure she heard each gold coin drop.

She could hear the brass beds squeaking upstairs.

There were three signs over the bar:

Strait lay on a tabletop 25 cents.

Rooms five gold per hour.

Ladies do not stand in costume if you are not

prepared to turn tricks.

Vin saw the ladies of the Aphrodite steering committee

pushing their way through the swinging double doors.
He hurried over to compliment them on their gowns.
They were wearing elegant tailor-made 1880
saloon girl dresses, in a rainbow of colors.
They had parasols, hats, and handbags, they were
truly high class whores.

There were four cruise ships, in port simultaneously.

The whorehouse needed all the help it could get.

Each of them hiked their skirts exposing themselves

to the door guard.

No one could remember how this got started, most people

believe it was Lady Kathy who first flashed her twat at the door guard.
It had become fashionable.

They stopped just inside the door, Vin watched intently.

( Staring at whores is not rude.)
The president of the Aphrodite club hiked her skirt up in the front,
fastening it in place, she was open for business, her merchandise
was on display.
She nodded at Vin as she walked forward, eager to join the ongoing sexual riot.
The other ladies did likewise, Vin openly admiring, each and every one
of them as they passed him.
Several of them reached over giving his erection a quick stroke as they passed.
Vin was wearing his stud outfit, leather chaps, vest, and erection.
___________________

A slender young lady was lifting her dress for the door guard.
She had lovely strawberry blond pubic hair,
matching the strawberry blond hair hanging to her waist.

“Princess, what are you doing here!”

“A silly question.”
“I can't let you do this.”
“Then I will stand out front leaning against the wall,
and service my customers standing up.”
“You wouldn't.”
“Surely you don't expect me to lay on the sidewalk in my elegant dress?”
“But it's not right.”
“Isn't that your mother I see over there, moistening a cigar?”
“If you look carefully you'll see my mother-in-law is holding her hand.”
“You're absolutely determined to do this, there's nothing I can say to talk you out of it?”
“Yes.”
“Then let me give you a tour, after you see what whores are expected to do,
you may change your mind.”
Vin held out his elbow.

They walked over to Little Sister who was on her back on a tabletop.
There were so many men, the whores had given up, taking them to rooms.
Besides they had to pay for the rooms they rented.
It was far more efficient and profitable to pull a train, right there in the bar.
The incredible sexual energy in the room allowed men
who had never had public sex before, to perform enthusiastically.
Some of the men were able to observe their wives on nearby tabletops,
most found this stimulating.

Each whore had her own table, the men deliberately placed their coins
in the pool of semen. Each man thought he was being original and clever.
Little Sisters last customer had forced a coin into her vagina.
She was squeezing her muscles. They watched as the coin
slowly slid from her vagina to join the others on a tabletop.
She looked up at them while she was doing this.
“Hi Princess.”
A large black man mounded her, she squealed
and threw her arms around him, matching him thrust for thrust.
They walked on.

They passed the stage where two Japanese lady tourists were
helping each other have sex with a large dog.
Vin raised an eyebrow.
Princes shook her head, she did not want sex with a large dog.

They past Vin's mother and mother-in-law on adjacent tables.

The two women were holding hands, they were oblivious to their presence.
Two huge men were fucking them silly.
They were rocking her hips with enthusiasm, obviously having a good time.
Vin stared at the large organ hammering in and out of his mother's vagina.
He smiled shaking his head in amazement.
Vin's mother noticed them and smiled.
“Hi Princess.”
They walked up to the bar.
“Two sarsaparillas please.”
Princess, cautiously sipped her drink, wide-eyed in amazement
at what was going on in the room around her.

Kathy was off to their left, she was standing on the bar top,
her feet widely spread, her knees far apart, a small group
of Japanese businessmen, were staring intently at her cunt.
Gradually a one liter bottle of plum wine emerged.
The businessmen bowed in unison, accepting their bottle.

Further down the bar Beatrice was fucking herself with

a whiskey bottle as men applauded throwing gold coins at her feet.

Kathy walked over.

“Princess, does your mother know you're here?”
“You can ask her, she is on that table right over there.”
Princess turned around to point.

Kathy looked at Vin, he shrugged.

They watched Kathy, move down the bar, to pick up
a gold coin with her pussy lips.

“So you want to lay on your back on a table, and pull a train?”
“Or would you rather find a gentleman, who will take you to a room
and slowly fuck your brains out?”
“I think I would prefer a room.”
Vin held out a gold coin.

“Allow me to be your first John.”

They walked hand-in-hand to the elevator,
everyone accepted the elevator as being authentic,
as it had red and gold Victorian whorehouse wallpaper.

Once in the elevator Vin penetrated Princess,

forcing her against the wall.
“Whores do, whenever the customer demands,
are you sure you want to be a whore?”
She began rocking her hips against him, while looking into his eyes.
“Yes.”
Vin wrapped her long legs around his waist, he wrapped
his arms around her, pulling her close, mashing her breasts
against his chest, he leaned back, lifting in her.
Her blue eyes were wide in amazement, no man had ever done this to her.
He walked down the hallway with Princess impaled on his dick.

Vin fell backwards into the brass bed, Princes had her arms around him
so they did not become decoupled.

“All right whore fuck me silly, and be quick about it.”

“Leave your dress on whore, your cunt is all I need to see.”
Vin propped himself up onto pillows so he could watch
Princesses vagina, sliding up and down on his manhood.
Princess began earning her money.
She had a seven inch vagina, when she slid all the way down
she could feel Vin pushing against the end of her womanhood.
He filled her completely.
She began having near continuous orgasms.

Some two months previously Vin had deflowered Princess,

in the Aphrodite club, as part of her eighteenth birthday celebration.
He had infected her with the Lazarus virus while doing so.

This was their first opportunity to have sex together since then.

Princes had obviously been practicing, her first time she had been
hesitant and fearful.
She now fucked with the same enthusiasm as Beatrice.
Vin smiled at the tin ceiling as he came in her tight pussy.

Vin heard the cancan music starting up downstairs.

The rooms had been built deliberately without soundproofing,
adding to the authentic atmosphere.
They could clearly hear the brass beds in the two adjacent rooms squeaking.
One of the beds was too close to the wall, there was a rhythmic thumping.

The whorehouse was making money faster than coins could be minted.
Vin kept lowering the rates, Vin was not trying to make more money,
he was trying to create a happy place for the women he loved.
The current rates were so low that women could not earn a living.
This was just fine with Vin.
His wives, and the searing committee were not doing it for the money.
Vin had set the rate at, two bits for a straight lay on a tabletop.

Lazarus looked down on it all and smiled, he was happy.

Wildly fornicating human beings, always made Lazarus happy.

“Come on you need to see this.”

They did not need to get dressed, Vin was wearing a vest, chaps, and erection.
Princess left her dress in the vaginally exposed, open for business mode.

They took the staircase down.

Princess was holding Vin's arm, proudly displaying his semen on her pubic hair.
Her mother looked up and saw her, their eyes met.
Princess reached over and took hold of Vin's erection.
Her mother looked away, looking down watching
the Japanese businessman who was fisting her vigorously.
Her pregnancy had left her with a gape equal to Lady Kathy's.
Men would fist her as soon as they realized their dicks
were meeting little if any resistance in her gigantic cunt.

Princess continued holding Vin's erection as Kathy, Beatrice,

and the entire steering committee took to the stage.

The cancan was performed with great skill rising to

the climax, brief glimpses under their layers of petticoats
revealing their naked vaginas.
As the music rose to a crescendo, the women squatted
holding their dresses high with both hands, as they
shot a volley of round plastic balls across the stage.

Princess was goggle eyed, she had no idea women

could be this obscene and depraved.
She knew every one of these women!
They had been her role models growing up, these were well-dressed
elegant society women.
Princes had vowed to be just like them when she became a woman.
( She succeeded. )

She continued watching open mouthed as the chorus line walked over
to the bar.
The praetorians had cleared the customers out of their way.
The women turned around facing the crowd, leaning
back against the bar spreading their legs wide, with both hands
they held their dresses and petticoats high exposing themselves obscenely.
Japanese businessmen had paid one hundred gold each, to load
round plastic balls into each warm vagina.

The round plastic balls were black and resembled cast-iron cannon balls.
Lady Kathy's cannonball was of an amazing caliber.
Beatrice and the president of the Aphrodite club, had larger than average
caliber cannonballs.

The businessmen had been instructed how to do it properly, the cannonball

was inserted, and then fisted home, as deeply as it would go.
The women closed their thighs together trapping their round shot in place.
They lowered their skirts, smoothing the fabric as women do.
They walked slightly pigeon toed, as Kathy lead them back to the stage,
the rocas music had begun again.

Princess watched the show a second time.

She was pink flushed and lubricating to her knees.
She was leaning back against Vin's chest.
Vin stood behind her, he stuck a finger, on each hand
into her vagina.
He pulled his hands apart, producing as much of a gape as she was capable of.
He turned Princess aiming her gape at the chorus line.

Beatrice and Kathy along with the rest of the steering committee
looked down from the stage and made eye contact with her, smiling
as Vin penetrated her vaginally, from behind.
They pointed their vaginas at her so the cannonballs
rolled across the stage to her hands.
They had dedicated the show to her.

The Chorus line looked down at Princess, smiling with motherly pride.
Princess was leaning forward, both of her hands
on the edge of the stage, cannonballs resting against her knuckles.
She was rocking backwards and forwards, fucking Vin
as he stood behind her, drinking a beer.

A crowd had formed around them.

“OK I'm ready, can you find me a table?”

Vin made a hand signal, a praetorian was at his side seconds later.

“The Lady needs a table, can you bring one from storage?”

( Tables were not authentic 1880 Saloon Tables, they were

modern copies with three inches of synthetic whale skin on top )

It took some shuffling, several sex acts had to be interrupted temporarily.

But they were able to set Princess's table up beside her mother.
Vin went first.
Young Leopard was second in line.
Princess propped herself up on her elbows to watch
She was goggle eyed as seven inches of horse sized cock
was fed into her.
She closed her eyes and laid-back shuddering, Young Leopard
had one orgasm, she had seven.

The two women studiously ignored each other as they pulled the train
all night long.

Toward dawn Princess looked over to find her mother looking at her intently.
Princess reached out with her hand, her mother took it.
They laid on their backs holding hands admiring the tin ceiling,
while they were being fucked simultaneously.

They each had a pile of gold coins,

Semen was dripping out of them, flowing across the table dripping onto the floor.

One of the men in Princess's line was her father.

She had never had sex with him before, she had considered it, but her mother
was insanely jealous and made sure she never had an opportunity.

Princess was a proper whore now, and whores do what the customer wants.
Princess”s Mother watched intently, the three of them climaxed simultaneously.

Vin smiled, he was fucking Princess”s mother,

he felt her enormous pussy spasm as she orgasmed.
It was no accident the two men had been standing in line side-by-side.
( Vin had bet the father one hundred gold, it did not have balls
enough to fuck his own daughter. )

Vin loved women, he loved the way they moved as they walked,
the way they smelled, the way they tasted, the way they quivered at orgasm.
He wanted to fuck every woman in the world.
Being unable to do this, he enjoyed watching the women he loved being fucked
by as many men as possible.
When his women quivered in orgasm, he felt it.
He shared their pleasure, he shared their orgasms.
He shared their lust, as they were being fucked.
He did not understand why all men were not this way.
If you truly love a woman, how can you tell her to avoid pleasure?

Princess, gave up plans to attend an Ivy League college,

she took Internet college courses during the day.
In the evenings she could always be found at the Little Red Whorehouse.
She would spend all day Saturday turning tricks,
if there were cruise ships in port, she would turn tricks all night long as well.

She and Vin would occasionally put on a show on stage.

Vin showed her how to do anal, she was not really into it,
but she figured if she was a real whore she had to be able.

One day Vin led her on the stage, and strapped her into
the sexual swing, he penetrated her anally, she enjoyed
the crowd watching her.
Vin reached around from behind with two fingers on each hand,
pulling her vagina wide open.
The crowd cheered. She climaxed, she was fucking the crowd
and loving it.
Young Leopard stepped up and penetrated her vaginally,
she had an orgasm immediately.
She couldn't believe what she was doing, the obscenity of it
was unbelievable.
Her hands and feet were tied, she was unable to do anything but receive pleasure.
She had near continuous orgasms.

The two men left her in bondage, large numbers

of men crowded onto the stage.
They gang banged Princess all night long.

She became lifelong friends with Kathy, Beatrice,

and Kay.
Along with Little Sister the five of them would sit together
showing their vaginas to the world.

Beatrice started it, it was a slow weekday, no cruise ships in port.

The afternoon tourist ladies had taken care of their medical necessity,
and departed.
Evenings were when Kathy, Beatrice, and Kay, would compete.
Stealing the medical necessity from tourist ladies, earlier in the day,
would be poor form.

There were no customers.

The five women sat talking, enjoying each other's company.

Beatrice reached over to her handbag and got out a red cotton
boot lace.
She leaned over and began lacing up her vagina,
her three friends leaning forward to watch her.
Beatrice leaned back with a smile, spreading her legs wide.
A customer came through the swinging barroom doors,
he took one glance at the obscene vagina and made a beeline for her.

“Two bits on the tabletop ” She said.

Beatrice lay on her back on an adjacent table top, her work boot vagina
facing her friends.
They watched as her trick began unlacing her.
He was a true gentleman, he stood beside Beatrice
So as not to block the view, he smiled at the women
as they pulled on the shoe lace.
Beatrice moaned and wiggled, the shoe lace was damp.
The man raised it to his nose inhaling the aroma.

Beatrice considered giving him a freebie, but at two bits, why bother?

The next day Lady Kathy showed up with her three liter internally lighted
vaginal insert.
Little Sister had a Raggedy Ann doll on her schoolbooks, and a cat box.
Princess had peroxide bleached pubic hair.
( She later borrowed a vaginal insert from Big Sister )
Beatrice had on black fishnet chaps modified to hold rubber bands
that pulled her cunt lips apart, displaying her world-class butterfly.

Beatrice was smiling confidently, she had it covered with her butterfly.

The women sat together enjoying each other's company,

as they watched the double doors on the front of the saloon.

As a customer came through the door, Little Sister opened her cat box.
She took Buster out, and kissed him on his pink little snout.
She carefully placed him between her legs.
The little pig began fucking her enthusiastically.
The customer made a beeline for her.

“Two bits on a tabletop”

Little Sister handed Buster to Princess.

Vin's wives were looking at her intently, not quite smiling,
not saying anything.
They smiled as Princess carefully placed the little pig
between her legs, she leaned back moaning softly, the little guy could really go,
he could do about 300 strokes a minute.

After she finished, as a joke Princess handed the pig to Kathy

The tiny pig fucking Kathy would be like a BB in a boxcar.

Kathy had Beatrice hold the animal while she stood to remove the
clear acrylic fireplug from her vagina.
A crowd gathered.
Princess thought she had seen Kathy do every conceivable obscene thing.
She was wrong.
Kathy climbed onto the tabletop spreading her legs, as Beatrice held Buster
Kathy reached up and began feeding Buster's tiny corkscrew into her
urethra.
Beatrice pushed as the pig penetrated into Kathy's bladder!
Beatrice set the pig down so he could fuck Kathy's urethra with enthusiasm.
Kathy turned her head and smiled at Princess who was watching her
with open mouth.

“You should come by our house on Thursday.”

She observed as the pig continued fucking her in the unique fashion.

They next day Lady Kathy did not wear her clear acrylic internal fireplug.
Beatrice looked at Kathy's unadorned crotch and smiled.
She had tried wearing a clear plastic vaginal plug herself,
and found them to be extremely uncomfortable.

The women, sat talking waiting for a customer.

A tall man pushed his way through the swinging saloon doors.
All the whores, sat up straight and put on their best smiles.

Beatrice's butterfly pulled his eyes like a magnet, he smiled and began walking toward her.
Beatrice smiled back at him, spreading her legs wide.
As the man got close Lady Kathy began squeezing her powerful pussy muscles.
The man stopped to look, an object began protruding from her vagina.
It came out head first.
It was a realistic, rubber, life-size baby doll.
Lady Kathy continued mashing, the rubber infant, popped out, and fell to the floor.

“Two bits on the tabletop” Lady Kathy said smiling triumphantly.

Her friends stood up, moving to another table.

Lady Kathy stood hiking her dress up around her armpits.
She laid-back slowly, carefully arranging the fabric so in hung off
the far side of the table, like an off-center tablecloth.
She was on her back her long legs dangling off the table.
She spread her legs wide, and gave a deep sigh.

Her friends watched, the man fuck her.

In the evenings, the other whores began displaying themselves,

with whiskey bottles, flash lights, speculums, rubber snakes, bananas,
and other objects protruding from their vaginas.

Not all whores did this.

Vin was running a Ladies Club as he thought one should be run.
His anarchist tendencies made him adverse to promulgating silly rules.
The saloon girl dresses had buttonholes on the hem.
Vin was not about to tell his ladies they had to use their buttonholes,
that were strictly their affair.
He was not about to order all whores deliver whiskey bottles to customers.
If women wanted to be exhibitionists, he enjoyed watching them,
if they did not that was all right too.

Vin's goal was to have every man's wife on board working for him.
He could not attract women if he was dictatorial.

Many women stood around, as proper ladies, their vaginas covered.

by their dance hall dresses.
Some wore dresses appropriate for a preacher's wife.
They were not looking for sex on tabletops, they did not
attract men who wanted a gang bang, on a table top.
Vin could easily have ignored the wants and needs of
women who dressed like school marms.
But he did not.
From six until nine, the Little Red Whorehouse, was a prim and proper,
Ladies Club, allowing visiting tourist ladies, and local women their
medical necessity.
Like Ladies Clubs everywhere, properly dressed women sat
at tables, waiting for a gentleman to join them.

Unbeknown to most of them it was during this period that

most of the prescheduled high dollar kinky sex took place
in the back rooms.

After nine they had to hike their skirts up, in order to compete.
After nine things were not so proper, very few Ladies Clubs had women
fucking donkeys on stage.
Promptly at nine cancan music blared from loudspeakers,
and the depravity would begin.

( All of this is outlined in great detail in the web pages. )

General tourist husbands came by after nine,

looking for the sort of obscene conduct, they had seen on line.

One day Beatrice was telling a story

“Vin dared us to do it, but it was Saturday, Main Street was full of tourists,
we never did make it home, they fucked us right there in the street until sunrise”

“I'll bet you could do it on a week day, like today” Princess observed

The women looked at each other, slowly they began to smile.

Vin called the steering committee, many of whom did not visit on week day evenings.
When the women had their special dresses buttoned up
revealing their vaginas obscenely, he led them out through the swinging double doors.

It still took them several hours to get home.

Vin had the paparazzi film every bit of it.

It made marvelous material for the web page.
The subliminal message was:

Visit OTEC Western Town, where they are so horny,

they will stop and fuck tourists in the middle of the street.
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Her mother and father had separated, Princess began living

with her father.
They lived together as man and wife,
although they hid this from everyone.

After an especially long Saturday with multiple cruise ships in port,

Princess arrived home in the wee hours wearing her panty girdle.
She told her father to carefully take the uncomfortable garment
off of her.
He did not attempt to collect the coins, he mounted her
and began thrusting away, coins and all.
Princess fell asleep with him and the coins inside her.

One day the the doorbell rang.

It was Vin and his mother.
“We were in the neighborhood” Vin claimed
They were invited in for a glass of white wine.

Vin and his mother sat on the sofa.

After they finished their wine, mother and son
began kissing, soon they were sol kissing each other.
Vin's mother began undressing her son.
They began fucking on the sofa.

Princess and her father sat watching.

Princess reached over and began sliding her father's zipper down.

They spend the afternoon having slow casual sex, they traded partners often.

Princess and her father became Thursday night regulars at Vin in Kathy's.
One day the doorbell rang, Princess answered the door wearing
her bathrobe, she was frowning, they had interrupted her
having sex with her father.

Her frown changed to a smile, she stepped back holding the door wide.
It was Vin, his mother, the lady from the Association, her son,
the CEO and his daughter.

They send out for pizza, none of them left the house before noon the following day.

Lady Kathy and a bellhop arrived with a hotel luggage cart,

clothing was hanging on the central rod.
Lady Kathy gave a bellhop a quickie, in lieu of the tip, he went away smiling.
Lady Kathy helped the Association lady, and the CEO's daughter into their
saloon girl dresses.
Vin showed the men how to get on their chaps and vests.
They put gray exercise sweats over there leather, so they could
walk down Main Street.
It was Saturday and the whorehouse was already in full swing,
as the six of them arrived.
A good time was had by all.

The Princess and her father appeared together on the cover of loving family magazine.

She and her father, helped Vin and his mother, do the opening ceremony
at the next loving family convention.

The Association was now doing four conventions every a year.

P2 was now hosting a, full on sex riot, convention every month.

They did very few non-sex conventions.
They needed three weeks to rest up from one Fleet Week,
to get ready for the next one.
___________________

Lady tourist had two options, they could wear blue jeans
and pay for a stud, or they could go next door and rent a
dance hall dress, with buttonholes on the hem.

Only ladies in proper costume were allowed to service customers,

after nine in the evening.

Women came from all over the world, to dress up,

so they could lie on their backs in one of the
squeaky brass beds turning tricks.

Most brought their husbands, who managed

to find something to do, while their wives were collecting gold coins.

Many of the women, were as wealthy as Lady Kathy,

they kept their special gold coins in a safe place.
Occasionally they would loan their husbands one of their
special coins, so he could pay his whore to do
special things for him.
Many women were wealthy enough to afford
extended vacations at the Little Red Whorehouse.

Vin ended up sending the charity case women home,

with prepaid airline tickets, and pocket money.
He no longer had room for them.

Lady Kathy had set up an auction, wealthy women

were paying exorbitant sums, to bid on one week
opportunities to be a dance hall whore.

Vin treated these wealthy women as the VIPs they were.

They helped keep the whorehouse profitable.
Vin was actually running a Ladies Club in disguise,
although few people picked up on the fact.`

A 25 cent straight lay, did not pay the power bill.

( Vin did not demand a house percentage from his two bit whores )

The lady VIP sex week, always started on a Tuesday morning.

Vin gave each of the praetorian guards a two bit coin.

The praetorians demanded that their whore
have sex flat on her back on a saloon tabletop.
Most whores were able to do all eighty men in one go.
Vin would go first and last.

Some of the whores enjoyed being fisted,

others preferred double vaginal or a sandwich
in the sex swing on stage,
Most smiled as the praetorians informed them
new whores, must lie on their backs, on the bar top,
and have sex with the whorehouse mascot,
a Bonobo Chimpanzee named Oboe.

Oboe got horny watching, whores fuck so the whore

with the least seniority had the job of servicing him.

The high classed whore, had the choice of fucking Oboe

mornings when the whorehouse was mostly empty,
or evenings when hundreds of men would watch,
applauding, and throwing coins.

Some of the high class whores, got so horny fucking Oboe,

publicly, they would demand Lady Kathy
share the stage, and the large animals, with her.

In the evening after nine was for “professional” whores.

“For for my favorite whore.” Vin would always say

as he kissed the lady VIP whore on the lips, pinning a floral corsage
on her elegantly tailored dance Hall dress.
Vin had a collection of thousand gold tailor-made dresses
from the same dressmaker the steering committee used.
Locals know when they saw a corsage on a tailor-made dress,
they were expected to show her a good time.

Lady VIP whores could have sex with over five hundred men
if they wished.
Those desiring to break the magic 1000, had to sign up for a special
two week whore package.
Many did.

Unless they were a complete pain in the ass, the special VIP ladies
went into Lady Kathy's Sergei file.
They also had the option of going into the repeat customer file.
Vin had the accountants work out what cost plus ten percent was,
to run the whorehouse.
Repeat customers did not have to bid at auction, they could
reserve a week or two, and pay the, more reasonable, flat rate.
They had many repeat customers, Vin and Kathy became good friends
with most of them.

After a week or two, working as whores, the women would return

to their life as leading society lady's, and wifes of a major industrialists.

Occasionally one of the rich VIP ladies would

prefer missionary sex, with the praetorians
one at a time in her room.

They cheerfully accommodated her, as her brass bed squeaked away,

with a line of men standing outside her door.
___________________

Vin started sponsoring fast draw sixgun shoot outs,

in the street in front of the Little Red Whorehouse.
In time the entire mezzanine commercial area was
converted to Wild West false front architecture.

P2 was in the Wild West fantasy vacation business.

Predictably Vin had problems with the business owners.

Three of them in particular demanded he keep his whores
off of Main Street.
Vin said he would not allow his merchants to be unhappy.
Vin called his lawyer in.
It was time. Vin and Kathy owned the convention center hotel free and clear.

They brought in appraisers.

The owners owned their business and their merchandise.
Vin leased them the floor, the walls and the ceiling.

Vin's Lawyer delivered a package to the three unhappy merchants:

A copy of their lease, with the buyout agreement circled in red.
A cashier's check for the full market value of their business.
A letter stating they had one week, to move leaving bare walls, or
to sell the business.
They had one week to remove their personal possessions.
And a letter from judge Wilcox stating he had reviewed the lease agreement
and was prepared to issue an eviction notice.
Vin boarded-up the three businesses until he could find proper buyers.

He advertised for business owners in the Fleet Week, and whorehouse web pages.
He was looking for owners that wouldn't object to whores in front of their shop.
If the whores were fucking men standing up, he wanted owners who would take
off their aprons and rush out for a piece of the action.

Vin put his lawyer in charge of, buying and selling local businesses.
Vin succeeded beyond his wildest imagination, wealthy men from all over the world
began buying local businesses at three to five times their market value.

Vin closed Main Street at both ends, it ran the length of P2 on the mezzanine level.
To pass from P1 to P3 you had to use the promenade.
P2 mezzanine was entirely given over to OTEC western town.
Main street was paved with a rubber aggregate that gave good traction
to horses with steel shoes.
OTEC's run on golf cart technology, if a merchant orders a barrel of beer
it will be delivered in a pickup version of a golf cart, except for OTEC western town.

Vin had a livery stable and a warehouse.

The freight elevator delivered goods to the warehouse, where there were
transferred to a horse-drawn wagons.
They had horse and buggy taxicabs, so Aphrodite ladies could arrive in style.

Vin hired people to pick up horse turds in the street.

Vin rebuild all the businesses with faults fronts, squeaky wooden floors,
tin ceilings, and wallpaper.
There were covered boardwalks running the length of P2 on both sides of Main Street.
Vin did not contract for any bobbies.
The rent-a-pig agencies, supplied him with men in blue jeans, with boots and spurs.
They wore Stetson hats, deputy sheriff badges, and six guns on their hips.

Vin was voted mayor.

(He ran unopposed )
Young Leopard was voted Sheriff.
( he ran unopposed also )

They began aggressive marketing Western Town in the Japanese market.

Japanese have an amazing fascination for the American Wild West.
___________________

Vin hired people who secretly do the management part of managed democracies.
He wanted to buy an election, and he succeeded.
He started the same sort of campaign where people voted that Princess should have a title.
The referendum was that Kathy should become queen.
She would have no rights or privileges, just the title.
Vin probably spent more than he needed, people liked the idea, and the referendum passed.

As soon as Kathy had her second title, Vin renamed the hotel.
It was now the:
The Queens Hotel
___________________

Vin Commissioned a leading portrait painter to do a three meter square

portrait of Lady Kathy looking very regal, wearing her crown.

Judge Wilcox agreed to crown Lady Kathy.

The coronation was in the lobby of the Queens Hotel.
Vin looked on wearing his gray morning suit.
The huge oil painting was unveiled.
They had renamed the presidential suite, the Queens suite.
Vin offered the Queen his elbow, They took the elevator
to the top floor. There was a super King bed in the suite.

One year later for Vin's birthday Lady Kathy and her staff
arranged for another referendum.
It passed.
Judge Wilcox agreed to crown King Vin.
( Vin was pleased they used his Fleet Week crown. )
Lady Kathy hired the same portrait painter.
___________________
Vin had been resisting a consortium of cruise ship operators for years.
They wanted him to do a Fleet Week for them.
Vin explained, Fleet Week worked because the military suppled
the excess of men needed to sustain a proper orgy.

The cruise ship operators, listen thoughtfully, and went away

to think about it.

They proposed an economy cruise with giveaway rates

to single men. An entire boatload of horny single men.

A new bond issue was floated, the harbor was lengthened

allowing nine cruise ships to tie up simultaneously.

The resulting Fleet Weeks were a resounding success.

They had four cruise ship Fleet Weeks, in addition to the four
military Fleet Weeks.
They also had the four LFA conventions.
Vin and Kathy went from very wealthy, to very very wealthy.
___________________

Little Sister got along well with the two female ninjas,
in part because they had a similar background.

Little Sister's father had infected her with the Lazarus virus
when she was nine years old, stunting her growth.
She did not have a normal view of men, she would never marry.
She settled for the next best thing, she became the camp follower to the Legion.
She lived in an officers room, at one end of the barracks.
She told the legionnaires she was a two bit whore and insisted they pay.
She kept rolls of .025 gold coins handy so they were able.

With several cruise ships were in port simultaneously she would

returned from the whorehouse wearing a panty girdle.
Her praetorians would slide the garment off of her,
and reach into her vagina, pulling the gold coins out one by one.
They would carefully count the coins placing them on a table.
Little Sister would lay back spreading her legs, as each
praetorian finished he would toss his two bit coin onto the pile.

Little Sister was a wealthy woman, she quit working for Lady Kathy,
as she did not have time for full time work.

She was still available for special projects, like escorting important VIPs.
She had a paid for, elegant townhouse not terribly far from Vin and Kathy.
She used the townhouse to store her clothes, and entertain visiting businessmen.

She continued studying to be a geisha.

Her happiest moments were when Vin visited the geisha house
and gave her gold proving she was truly a high class whore.
( First Lady would call her, as soon as she heard Vin was planning a visit.)

She worked with First Lady and Katzie.

On her vacations she would visit Tokyo, where she was one
of the highest-paid prostitutes available.
Three times she took Beatrice with her, twice she took Kay,
and once Lady Kathy.
At the end of her vacation she would return to her praetorians,
and her Little Red Whorehouse where everybody gave her two bits a trick.
Katzie was not actually pimping for her, but occasionally
he would send a businessman to Davis Strait, who would pay
incredible sums for Little Sister to entertain him.
___________________

The zoo more or less evolved.

First and second generation OTECs, looked like cheese boxes.
From the third generation on, the architectural fashion was
make the greenbelt wider, and the high rise higher.
Vin had the greenbelt given over to pasture, for his
growing livestock herd.
The problem was the tourists would not leave his animals alone.
Vin did not enjoy telling his praetorians, they needed to stand
in the rain guarding donkeys.
They tried fences, they tried electrified fences.
Finally Vin gave up and hired the worlds leading zoo design architect.
They did a proper modern zoo, with ten foot deep moats.
People were restrained, the animals wandered freely.

By then they had, Tigers, and Lions.

Lloyd's had been complaining for some time about the lack of security
for dangerous animals.
Vin figured if he was forced to spend this much money, he would
make the people responsible pay.
Vin charge zoo admission, at the rate the market would bear.

On the back side of the zoo was a metal door labeled animal training.
Tourists had access to the Fleet Week homepage, many were
interested in esoteric animal training.
It was impossible to determine what percentage of tourists,
were drawn to the Davis Strait, as a Fleet Week spin off.
Davis Strait continued to have higher room occupancy rates
than newer love boats. It is reasonable to assume
that Fleet Week kinkiness, was good for business year-round.

Animal training had a small auditorium, with a stage.

The animals needed at least a once per week refresher
course for their sexual training.
People paid good money to watch.

Repeated requests to do more than watch, caused Vin

to call London, and get a quote on additional insurance.
Once they were properly insured, they were in the business
of catering to tourists.
Tourists who wanted unusual sexual experiences.
By advanced booking tourists were guaranteed to get exactly what they desired.
Vin had everything Holsteins to hamsters.

The crowd favorite seemed to be watching male bonobos chimps.

A female animal trainer in a schoolgirl uniform was led in
and shackled wrist and ankle with enormous chains.

The entire pack, pulled the Velcro secured uniform

off of the struggling spread eagle woman.
They proceeded to cluster fuck her with considerable energy.
There were strong enough to hang by one hand, while copulating
vigorously.
The grand finale, after a vigorous fisting, was a simultaneous double anal
double vaginal.
The ushers would allow members of the audience,
holding golden first-class tickets on stage.

They would gang bang the female animal trainer as she hung there in her chains.

Lady Kathy had a file drawer full of applications for Fleet Week animal trainers.

Lady Kathy would occasionally show up unannounced at animal training.

Her favorite was hanging in chains while a mob of Japanese businessmen
gang banged her.
Although she did enjoy doing large animals and then lying there
while the men lined up.
Occasionally she would invite Vin to watch her perform.
She always arranged for one of the female animal handlers to
service him, while she was being gang banged.

She took pride in the fact that she had at one time or another
fucked every animal in the zoo. The giant gorilla was a bum fuck,
the bonobos were much better, they understood sex
Vin enjoyed sharing a good time with Kathy.
She would sometimes take bonobos to the whorehouse
for a show, both the audience and the bonobos seemed to enjoy it.
Kathy, Beatrice, Little Sister, and Princes certainly did.

She only did the lion and tiger once, the animals frightened her.
This snakes were the most interesting, she would lie
on an electric grid, wearing rubber chaps to protect her.
The current forced to snakes into the only available opening
where they would not receive electric shocks.

Men would line up to thrust themselves into her vagina

containing two liters of wiggling snakes.

Vin agreed with her, next time there were multiple cruise ships
in port, she would put on a show.
She would have one hundred small snakes crawl into her vagina.
Vin would penetrate her snakes and all.
Men would line up.
They would film it and put it on the web page.
___________________

Occasionally some male tourist was stupid enough to sign up for,

the surprise one-hour sex act.

( The standard joke was to give this as a gift, to a first timer )

He was led into the auditorium and securely restrained

on a massive stainless steel table.
The top half of the table was coded in rubber, and was non conductive,
the bottom half with bare metal.
The female bonobos chimps were brought into the room, they
hopped up and squatted on the man's erection, they were
amazingly strong and could bounce up and down vigorously.

As soon as the man lost his erection the troop leader

brought out a sparkler on a long extension cord.
The sparkler was inserted into his penis and the
current was applied.
By moving the sparkler rapidly in and out,
the amount and intensity of the current could be varied.
All the way, it was almost bearable, all the way out,
one hundred percent of the current traveled the entire length of the urethra.
The tourist would holler, and buck like a bronco.
With practice the troop leader became amazingly skilled
at electrifying, a limp dick, into a throbbing erection, in seconds.

The female bonobos then resumed vigorously fucking the tourist.

___________________

It was their anniversary so Vin arrived home on time.

Both Kathy's were waiting for him.
There were naked, Vin decided he should be naked also.
Each of them took a hand and led him into the bathroom.
Madame Kathie's two friends were waiting.
They had an amazing assortment of water sports
equipment, it must've taken them an hour
to transform Vin's bathroom in to a little shop of horrors.

The four women proceeded to put on an incredible show for Vin.

Vin sat on the toilet watching.
They attached a douche nozzle, it was
a regular douche nozzle like most women use.
They lubricated it thoroughly, and screwed it into
Lady Kathy's amazingly dilated urethra.
They released the clamps, warm water flowed into Lady Kathy filling her to capacity.
The one in front pulled the nozzle out.
The one in back reached around, lacing her fingers together over
Lady Kathy's obscenely bulging bladder.
She gave Lady Kathy bladder a full force bear hug.
Lady Kathy produced a stream of water the diameter of a garden house
which shot clear across the room splashing against the far wall.
Lady Kathy squealed as she orgasmed.
“Do it again.” she said breathlessly.
They handed the nozzle to Vin.

Madame Kathie stuck two fingers from each hand into herself, producing
a gape.
She maneuvered her gape as close to Lady Kathy as she could.
Vin pulled the nozzle out.
Lady Kathy looked down as her high pressure garden hose stream
went directly into Madame Kathie's vagina.
The two women looked deeply into each other's eyes.
Lady Kathy was spread Eagle in bondage, and could not move.
Madame Kathie pushed her clitoris hard against Lady Kathy's,
reaching around she pulling Lady Kathy hard against her.
The two women made grinding hip motions, as Madame Kathie
climaxed she produced a stream of urine that was warm
as it cascaded over Lady Kathy's vagina.
She reached down and began fisting Lady Kathy, who was having yet another orgasm.
When she finished the two friends step forward and began
double fisting Lady Kathy.

“We should take him into the bedroom and fuck him silly.” Lady Kathy said.
The two fists were moving up and down in her cunt like pistons.
Vin could see her abdomen bulge as the two fists moved within her.

“First he must agree to do a favor for us.” one of the friend said.
Their fists continuing to move like a steam engine, their forearms
were dilating Kathy's womanhood in an obscene fashion.

“As long as you don't want me to stand on my head while doing a sandwich,
once in a lifetime is more than enough.”
“Oh no, nothing like that.”
“What favor?”
“You will build two rooms, so people like us can have a good time.”
Vin agreed, he would build two rooms, to their specifications.
“ OK” they said removing their fest with a slurping sound.
“Step up here and fuck your wife in the cunt, while we watch.”

Vin did as he was told.

He put his arms around Kathy's lovely blond body and began sol kissing her.
Vin climaxed, Kathy mashed her muscles, the three women
smiled watching Lady Kathy drip semen onto the floor,
As they removed her wrist and ankle cuffs.

They led Vin into the bedroom.

He got no sleep that night.

And so the convention center space, acquired a sign, adjacent to

animals, it read:
water sports

There were two rooms because even the water sports people
thought the enema crowd should be segregated.

Vin thought about it and added a third room:

electro-discipline

Vin began charging admission, to recoup his investment.

He could have retired, from the income generated.
___________________

As cruise ships began delivering large numbers of tourists

to Davis Strait Vin had to continuously expand the
Little Red Whorehouse.
Eventually Vin had all the local wives who wanted working for him.
At this point he quit expanding the facility.
Money was not his motivation he saw no reason to import
strange whores from far away.
His Little Red Whorehouse was for the pleasure of
His wives, the steering committee, and the praetorian wives.

When it became obvious that wealthy women would pay great sums
of money for a week as a whore.
Vin expanded his facilities sufficiently to accommodate them.
He also realized he needed the same three rooms as
the Fleet Week facilities.
Two for water sports and one for electro-discipline, a large
and a small Gothic dungeon, a large, and the small
modern dungeon, and four general-purpose party rooms,
in various sizes.
___________________

Vin met with the Hotel Owners Association, he had graphs and charts.
As he was refusing to expand his whorehouse further,
he was projecting considerable business would be turned away.
The hotel owners agreed to get into the bordello business
in order to make sure everyone who visited the Davis Strait
went away happy.
( While leaving hard cash behind, they planned to charge market rates at their bordellos. )

Vin had worked with people his casino management company had recommended.
Vin was able to supply the hotel owners was all they temporary
prostitutes their facilities required.
Vin also handled marketing.
( Vin got ten percent of the action. )

Vin made them sign a contract, with penalties, preventing them from poaching
any whores from the Little Red Whorehouse.

He had to lean on them to get them to sign, these were

their own wives he was refusing to return.
He didn't have to lean very hard, all of them remembered what
Vin and Kathy had done to Weasel.
Weasel was the first to sign, the others lined up behind him.
___________________

Vin visited the dressmaker, he had a motel maid's uniform,

he wanted the most elegant gown possible, made in that size.
The dressmaker, had a beautiful gift box, the messenger
delivered it to the Drake Hotel.
It was delivered to housekeeping, as it was labeled uniform.
There was no card.

Head of House keeping, wore her elegant gift to the Little Red Whorehouse
the following Saturday, she did not return home until 2 A.M. Sunday.

The following Monday she showed her collection of

ninety three coins to her motel maids.
Two of them ask for an advance against their wages so they could
buy saloon girl dresses.
Head Of Housekeeping told them she could do better than that.
She would take them and introduce them to her good friend,
who would buy them saloon girl dresses.

Her entire staff ended up, with free dresses.

Along with many of the working class wives on the Davis Strait.

Afternoons were for tourist ladies, who needed their medical necessity dealt with.

Tuesday morning was VIP lady day at the whorehouse.

Wednesday morning was new whore day.

The ladies would arrive early looking bashful and uncertain.

Vin would lead them next door to the dry goods store.

Vin had a private viewing where he would watch unashamedly

as they got naked and tried on. their new saloon girl dresses.

“Whores do not wear underwear.” Vin would remind them

They were pink flushed and excited, as they helped each other try on new dresses.
They would hold the dresses against their bodies smoothing the fabric
looking at each other, and turning slowly to see themselves in the mirror's.

They smiled as Vin ran his eyes over their bodies.

They were studying to be whores, he was to be their pimp.
Pimps, like gynecologists are allowed certain privileges.

The room smelled marvelous to Vin, his erection swelled

as he shared the women's growing excitement.
When each was satisfied she had picked out the best possible dress.
Vin would lead them back to the whorehouse.

He would smile as each of them lifted their petticoats, showing their

womanhood to the guard.
They were lubricating visibly.

The women would help each other as they raised their dresses and petticoats,
and buttoned them in place.
Vin did not insist they do this, but clearly he enjoyed watching them do so.

They enjoyed strutting for Vin, the Venetian Club never made them feel sexy.
They were pink flushed with excitement.

“After you have worked here a week or more, you will each have
a swipe card, allowing you access to the rooms upstairs,
between now and then you will have to manage without rooms. “
“Follow me to the bar.”
“OK turn around and lean back slightly against the bar.”
“Spread your feet more widely, you are whores looking for business.”
“That better.”
“Don't look at your feet, look up boldly, you are whores looking for customers!”
“Look around the room, how many men do you see admiring you?”
“Smile at them let them know you are their whore.”

It was of course a put up deal.

There were eighty praetorians in the room with a pocket full of quarters.
The praetorians began picketing women and leading them to tables.
So there was never a last one to be picked, two praetorians would arm wrestle.
The winner got to fuck her first.

Young Leopard went first, picking the woman he wanted.

They showed each of them how to hike their skirts up to their armpits
and drape them over the back of the tables, keeping them
from becoming wrinkled, and semen stained.
The women spread their legs willingly.

Vin loved the smell of warm vaginas in the morning.

The Whorehouse Madam sat beside Vin looking at her new girls.
The Madame was the only woman with her dress covering her womanhood.
They did the same thing every week but never tired of it.
She would look at Vin.
He would stand and throw a quarter on the table.
She hiked her dress over her head
For a moment she looked like a lamp, with a lamp shade.
Her breasts and vagina were visible, the dress hiding her head and shoulders.
She slowly leaned forward smoothing her dress on the table so it would not become wrinkled.
She lay on her belly, flipping the dress back so her head was uncovered.
She turned and smiled at Vin, using that unique smile that women use only
at times like this.
Her legs were hanging down off the table.
Vin would step between her legs, penetrating her.
He would stroke very slowly, so he did not climax immediately.
He would lean forward so he could smell Madame Kathie's hair,
she had a unique scent that aroused him.
Young Leopard would have one of the new whores on the table
right in front of them.
Vin would gently fuck Leopard's wife, as they watched women
moan and wiggle, as they were gang banged.
Vin would continue slowly fucking Madame Kathie, as they soaked up
the sexual energy in the room, savoring the moment.
Enjoying each others bodies, sharing love.

There were four women and eighty men, who were able to come four times.
Each of the new whores had eighty quarters on her table.
Vin made it eighty one.
Vin would then pull each woman to her feet, men would cheer and applaud
as semen gushed from her.
Vin would then penetrate her while standing, and soul kiss her.
“I love you.” he would tell each one. meaning it. Vin loved all women.
Vin would undo her buttons holding the front of her dress up,
as he withdrew his penis from her vagina, he would smooth the fabric
over her abdomen, hiding her vagina from view.
She was an official whore now.
Vin would move on to the next lady, and repeat the process.

The Madame would give each a special purse for her quarters.
These purses were not for sale to tourists.
The only way to get a special purse was by
being gang banged on a tabletop, in Vin's whorehouse.
Some women would use them as their only purse,
It was like a secret Masonic recognition sign.

Vin and the Madame could tell which ones would become successful whores.

She would wear her new dress home, holding her special purse proudly,
so passers by could see it.

In time Vin had every Hotel Maid on Davis Straight working for him,
along with most of the working wives.

The Venetian Club charged them membership dues,

and treated them like cattle. The working class wives
who ran the Venetian Club were Davis Straight Citizens,
the Latino Ladies were not.
The blue-collar wives showed them no respect.

Vin gave them a beautiful dress and told them he loved them.

They had to deal with their medical necessity in any case.

Vin's whorehouse was a lot more exciting than the linoleum floor,
and disco ball of the Venetian Club.

Vin did not exactly put the Venetian Club out of business but he came close.
They gave up their dance Hall format and adopted the Christian ladies format.
Bum fucks, who looked like a raisin bread, remained at the Venetian Club.
Men would arrive and be shown directly to a room containing one of these women.

Vin could not understand why these women degraded themselves in this fashion.
They could go to the medical clinic for artificial insemination.
For 25 cents, they could have studs do a line up.
For five gold they could take one to a private room.
A pint of real ale at the pub was four gold.
Vin had every woman on board. with looks and sex drive, working for him.

He also had a good portion of the men.

Inside every sexy man is a gigolo waiting to get out.

Just like working-class women, Vin would buy the leather stud outfit.

Lady Kathy would take them to the private dressing room.

They had chaps, that left the crotch exposed, leather vests over naked chests.
The outfit was obscene.
( They also got gray sweats, so they could walk down Main Street after work. )

Lady Kathy led them through a concealed door,

connecting the dry goods store with the whorehouse.
If there were enough of them, Beatrice and the Madame would help.
Kathy would lay on her back and pull the train.

The Madame would pay each the two bits they were entitled to.

They used the seniority system, new studs would work noon to six,
helping tourist ladies with medical necessity.
Their husbands would patronize the whorehouse in the evenings,
so men were scarce during the afternoons.
Most tourists ladies found it stimulating to visit a genuine stud house
with a bag of quarters.
The studs would line up, in proper whorehouse fashion.
The women would point to the stud she wanted, he would step forward smiling.

Most women would pay the five gold for an hour in a private room.
There were exceptions of course, although most exceptional women
rented a whorehouse dress, and showed up in the evening, eager to try whoring.
They could attend the Little Red Whorehouse, from six until nine,
when fully closed ladies, sat at tables, just like any other Ladies Club.

Or they could come after nine and take part in world-class depravity.

The Aphrodite steering committee had a rotation schedule, one of them

would act as Madame during the afternoons.
They dressed appropriately for their role.
___________________

Many visiting tourist women, would stash their husbands in the casino,
and go to a bar to pick up a man they would fuck in their hotel room.

But many would head for the little blue stud house, usually in the company
of newfound friends they had met at dinner.
The ones who arrived early, had sex in a brass bed upstairs.
Late arrivals had sex, on tables at the back of the saloon hall,
the lights were turned down low.
Like Japanese ignoring newlyweds, they would ignore what they saw and heard.
As the afternoon progressed more and more women were on their backs
on tabletops.
At some point, like flash over in a burning room, the sexual energy
would reach critical mass, a sexual riot would begin.
Women would no longer quietly lead men to the back of the room,
they would flop on their backs, front and center, enthusiastically
engaging in public sex, while their new found friends, stood in a circle
shouting encouragement, waiting their turn.

People rarely make reference to it, but men do not have to ejaculate.
The clear lubricating fluid men produce with an erection, is full of
Lazarus proteins, as long as he strokes away for three minutes or more
the medical necessity is taken care of.
One Super Viagra filled stud can service one hundred women
in a ten hour period.

Except for special events, with visiting cruise ships, the front doors
were never closed.

The Davis Strait had thousands of residents working all hours,

needing their medical necessity serviced at their convenience.
The Little Red Whorehouse ran seven by twenty four.
Tell the Madame on-duty what you wanted, she would get it for you.

___________________

Vin continued doing invitations.

If one of the steering committee ladies called him, he would
put on his working clothes with an exercise suit over it,
and walk to the whorehouse.

Vin would stand in the lineup wearing his obscene leather outfit like the other studs.
The Madame would lead the special lady over to the lineup and instruct
the woman to take her gigolo upstairs.

Experienced studs helped Vin gang bang female VIPs Tuesday mornings,
and new whores on Wednesday mornings.

The web page made it clear that couples were welcome in the evening,
both before and after nine.

Tourists can visit the dry goods store and rent “professional” clothing.
The couple could then visit the whorehouse that evening,
between six and nine it was possible for a “working couple”,
to each turn tricks for two bits each.

Cruise lines began offering “professional” clothing rental as part of their

Davis Strait packages.

Visiting the whorehouse in street clothes is totally acceptable.

The whorehouse has many customers, especially
Saturdays, when multiple cruise ships were in port.

On Saturday nights the studs and the whores work until the Sun comes up.
 [ 46.. Watusi Woman ]

Vin came home after a long day dealing with other peoples problems,
His wife and mother-in-law were sitting on the sofa with an
an incredibly beautiful woman.
The three of them stood as Vin entered.
“Vin this is our very good friend Samantha.”
“We are going shopping.”
Vin and Samantha found themselves staring at each other.
“Gee, do you think they conspired to leave the two of us alone together?”
Vin asked.
“What are you planning on doing about it?”
“Take you into the bedroom, and fuck you silly?”
Samantha smiled, holding out her slim fingers for him to take.
If only it had been this easy in high school Vin thought.

They took their time, Vin would undo one of her buttons,
she would undo one of his.
Vin thought he would never meet a woman more classically beautiful
than Beatrice, but Samantha clearly was.
Vin never thought he would meet a woman
who was a better fuck than Beatrice either.
That he would meet a woman who was both, was unimaginable.
She was over seven feet tall, with high cheekbones, and high firm breasts.
She had enough long legs, and beautiful thighs, for two normal women.
She had the best ass Vin had ever seen.

If you gave a committee of white women an unlimited budget

and the giant laboratory, with instructions to build the most
beautiful black woman possible, they would give you Samantha.
Samantha obviously knew her way around a king sized bed,
there was no awkwardness, no uncertainty, her movements
were like a ballerina, or a Japanese tea ceremony expert.
Most women need to know if you are a nose left,
or a nose right kisser.
Samantha was just there perfectly positioned.
Vin knew he could take her at any time, she would smile
and match him stroke for stroke.
But you could throw some crashed ice, in the green tea
at a tea ceremony, and chug a lug it, also.
Samantha kissed with marvelous skill, sweet and gentle
not forcing her tongue down his throat.
She enjoyed having her beautiful breasts admired,
her nipples became rock hard, with very little kissing.
After sucking on her nipples for a time, Vin moved lower
kissing her belly.
She had a flat muscular, hard belly, she was not ticklish.
Her womanhood, looked nice, smelled nice, and tasted nice.
Vin noticed, she was one of those naughty girls, who sticks things
in her urethra. Vin expected she would have a large clitoris
as well, he was surprised.
She had a gigantic clitoris, any larger and Vin would have felt like
he was performing a homosexual act.
His lips closed around, the amazing love button, he began
running his tongue back and forth across the as rapidly as he could.
She moaned and shivered.
Vin began giving the gigantic clitoris a blow job.
She let Vin gave her head for about five minutes.
She reached between Vin's legs, and around with their her hand
on the outside of his thigh.
She rolled Vin on his back, with the expert smoothness of an Aikido master.
She lowered herself onto Vin's face, forcing his nose into her vagina,
she fucked his nose for several strokes,.
Rising abruptly, she kicked one incredibly long leg up toward the ceiling,
spun it across Vin's body and smoothly transferred her weight to it,
they were now both facing the same direction.
She scooted downward, scooping up Vin's erection with her vagina,
she casually pushed Vin's thighs out of the way, with her toes,
sitting down in front of Vin's testicles, she began leaning back.
Vin's erection was trapped in her tight vagina, she raised herself up,
supporting her weight on her two hands.
Her loin section was a pendulum.
She began swinging fore an aft, her pussy lips caressing Vin's testicles
continuously.
Vin's Dick was sliding side to side in her vagina
as much as it was moving in and out, she clamped down with
powerful muscles and continued leaning back, as though she were
trying to break Vin's manhood off at the base.
He was trying, not to come, she was forcing him to climax immediately,
she won the contest.
As Vin went spastic, she leaned forward abruptly on top of him,
her legs scissoring together, clamping down on Vin's penis,
mashing semen out of it, trapping him, so
if he lost his erection he would remain within her.
Her two hands darted behind Vin's head, she lifted him toward her
and began soul kissing him, staring deeply into his eyes
as she did so.
Her hips began moving slowly as she assessed the state of his erection.
Smiling hugely, she began bunny fucking him, she brought him
to a shuddering climax in a matter of minutes.
A second smooth Aikido move put him on top again, with her
powerful thigh muscles holding his manhood like a rodent in a trap.
Her steady smooth rocking motions insured Vin did not lose his erection,
in very few minutes he was thrusting away vigorously.
Vin was trying very hard to hold back, having good sex rather than
a fast climax.
She reached around with her slender fingers forcing
his testicles up into his body, as she closed her thighs
squeezing a third ejaculation out of him.
Vin had never had a woman, fuck three climaxes out of him
so expertly, in such a short amount of time.
She was a truly amazing woman.
There were hard at it, an hour or so later, when Kay and Kathy
returned.
They had two special branch studs with them.
They got naked and climbed into bed on either side of Samantha
and Vin. The King size bed creaked and groaned
as the three couples copulated vigorously.
Kay and Kathy traded partners three times, as Samantha and Vin
pumped away ignoring the world.
Eventually Kay and Kathy took off for a guest bedroom,
leaving them alone together.
In the wee hours of the morning, Vin wrapped his arms around
Samantha rolling over, with her on top, he was still inside her,
as he reached down pulling the covers over the two of them.
She went to sleep immediately, snoring lightly, drooling on Vin's
neck. He was asleep moments later.

Kay and Kathy found them the next morning still joined together.

James made his famous separated egg omelets for them.

“So did the two of you get to know each other?” Kay asked sweetly
“I'm sorry you are?”
“Samantha”
“Pleased to meet you Samantha”
“Will you be staying a while Samantha?”
“Yes, I hope so.”
“I am hoping in another couple of days
we can get to the point of sharing last names.”
“I would like that very much, and you are?”
“Vin”

Vin could feel the love the three women had for each other.
Vin retreated into his Zen state, not clinging to
sanity, life, or even love.
Which did not mean he was not intensely aware of the
love surrounding him, he was just not trying to grab the
love and smother it.
The four of them sat there for a long time feeling love,
slowly drinking tea with honey and lemon.

After a timeless interval Kathy stood up, without

saying anything, They stood up and followed her,
she led them to their elevator, and held the door
open for them, Vin got in, he had an arm around
Kay and Samantha both, Kathy got in last
facing them, Vin leaned forward kissing Kathy sweetly.
Their little elevator did not move very rapidly,
it took over a minute to reach the fifth floor.
One of the women, Vin never know which one
reached under his bathrobe, and began giving
him a friendly hand job.
The fifth floor, was their solarium, a skylight let in
natural light, there was a transparent wall
looking down on the ocean.
They had five Jacuzzi pools, the smallest was the hottest,
it drained into a slightly larger pool below it, that was
fractionally cooler, the process repeated, the lowest pool
was the largest, and the coolest, it was barely
above body temperature, perfect if you wanted to stay in
for two or three days.
They started with the warmest pool, after a time
they became overheated and slid into the lower pool.
It took most of an hour for them to work down to the
lowest pool.

Vin was still overheated, he was lying on his back

on the synthetic whale skin, at the edge of the pool
only his legs from the knees down were dangling into
the warm water.
Vin felt someone swim up to his feet, his knees were gently
moved apart, a warm mouth descended on his penis.
Vin kept his eyes closed as his erection swelled,
any one of the three women, were capable of this.
It was erotic, not knowing which one.
A warm hand slowly closed around Vin's
left wrist, it began gently tugging.
Vin relaxed allowing his arm to be moved,
his hand encountered another hand,
the guiding hand, moved from his wrists up,
gently squeezing, four slender fingers, closed
around Vin's hand, Vin continued holding
the hand, his eyes still closed, his erection
rock hard.
Blow job lady, stopped, climbing out of the pool,
grasping his right hand.
“Rollover” he was commanded.
“This way silly.” the arm was pulled across
his chest to the left.
Vin rolled to the left, he opened his eyes,
Samantha's eyes were right in front of his face,
looking at him intently, she was smiling inscrutably.
The pressure on Vin's wrist continued, pulling him
further to the right, he rolled onto his knees.
He was kneeling over Samantha, Kay
was holding his right wrist .
Samantha and Vin looked at each other in surprise
as they simultaneously felt a hand on their genitalia.
Kathy was standing in the warm pool, the fingers
of her left hand held Samantha's labia apart
as her right hand pulled Vin into position,
pushing his penis into Samantha's vaginal opening.

Vin summoned his old demon, willing himself,

to stroke forever without climaxing.
He began slowly and gently making love to Samantha.

Kathy crawled forward, slid her hands underneath

Samantha's head, lifting it slightly, and began
kissing her with great love.
Kay crawled forward and began kissing Samantha's
rock hard nipples.
Vin had to remind himself he was not going to climax.
The three of them were not fucking Samantha,
they were loving her, as best they knew how.
Samantha's powerful muscles, clutched at Vin's
penis, as she began climaxing.

After about an hour, even on the resilient

synthetic whale skin, Vin's knees began to hurt.
“Do you come here often?” he asked as Samantha
squeezed his dick, climaxing yet again.
“I would like to.”
“Judging from the way the two women I love,
are behaving, that is the whole idea.”
“They want you to stay here with us for ever.”
“Yes!”
Kay and Kathy shouted simultaneously.

“Do you have any jealous husbands who collect,

guns and knives I need to know about?”
“No.”
“Do you have any religious convictions, preventing you
from marrying a man, who already has three wives?”
“Three?”
The three women ask in unison.
“Yes, there is Beatrice, I intend to make
an honest woman of her.”
“I must meet Beatrice, tell me about her.”

How best to describe Beatrice?

A beautiful wealthy woman? A Duchess?
The second best fuck on the Davis Strait?

“She is a prostitute.” Vin said simply.

“Then you must teach me to be a prostitute as well.”

The three women looked at each other for a moment
with neutral expressions.
Vin had the eerie feeling that a couple of terabytes
of data had just been exchanged, right past him.

Kathy had her cell phone out in a flash.

“We'll join her where she is” Kathy said into the phone.
“Beatrice is, er, “ she hesitated
“Tied up at the moment.”
“But if we hurry, we can join her.”

Samantha looked around in wonder.

It was late afternoon, the room did indeed look like
a circa 1880, dance hall, saloon and whorehouse.
The studs were wearing leather chaps with exposed crotches.
Their erections were clearly visible, women in every direction
were lying on their backs on tabletops, engaging in public sex.
The sexual energy of the room hit her like a baseball bat,
she wanted to tear off her clothes, and join the action.
Most amazing of all, her blase companions did not even
glance at the ongoing depravity.

Madame Kathie met them, raising her voice above the background din.
“I was just on my way back to tell them, they are over time.”
“We will save you the trouble” Vin said
They went through an unmarked doorway behind the bar,
and down the hallway, to a door that said modern dungeon.

Samantha thought the men were fucking an inflatable

sex doll, an elegantly shaped black vinyl sex toy.
As they got closer she realized it was a woman covered in vinyl.
Beatrice was in a Latex Vac-Bed, you could see every part
of her beautiful body, in exquisite detail.
She was lying between two layers of fourteen gauge latex rubber.
A vacuum cleaner had sucked all the air from between
the two sheets, turning Beatrice in to an ebony statue.
There were three holes in the upper sheet,
A small nose protrusion allowed her to breathe.
The hole around her mouth was trimmed in a red vinyl,
like a proper inflatable sex doll.
The third opening was larger, oval-shaped, also red rimed,
framing her vagina obscenely.

There were three of them.

Two of them were double fucking Beatrice.
One was kneeling on the table, thrusting into her mouth.
Beatrice was either unconscious or had no gagging reflex,
perhaps it was because she was totally unable to move.

The one fucking Beatrice tonsils, was smiling,

at his friend pumping away in her vagina.
Copious amounts of semen, with nowhere to go,
had leaked out of Beatrice's vacuum sealed vagina,
puddling obscenely on the black vinyl between her
shrink wrapped thighs.

Beatrice was literally unable to lift a finger to resist the rape.

Both men climaxed as they watched.

“We will take it from here.” Vin announced.

The three men hurriedly dressed and left the room.

There was a large hulking form, standing behind Beatrice's table.

He started to move forward to begin the process of freeing Beatrice.
Vin raised his hand, and the man stopped his movements.
He was dressed is a mid-evil torturer, with a black leather hood
with eye slits, and black leather pants.
His erection was clearly visible through the tight leather.
Vin motioned him toward the black vinyl sex toy.
The man nodded, he and Vin began taking off their pants.
Vin motioned for the praetorian guard to go first.
The huge man climbed onto the table, and began fucking
Beatrice vigorously.
After his shuddering climax, he climbed off making room for Vin.
Vin climbed on and began pumping away.

Samantha had seen many obscene things in her career as a

hotel whore, but nothing to compare to this, she was
lubricating to her knees.
She glanced at her two companions, they were glassy eyed
and hyperventilating as well.
She had fallen in love with a sex maniac.

While the praetorian guard was fucking Beatrice a second time,

Vin leaned over the vinyl covered head.

“Beatrice, it is Vin, can you hear me?”

“Yes.” Came the muffled reply, her eyes and ears
were covered in tightly stretched vinyl.
“I have decided to take four wives.”
“I am happy for you.” came a muffled reply.
“I am trying to decide, would you like to be my third wife?”
“Or would you rather stay where you are, while this line of men
from the cruise ship fucks you?”
“I will gladly fuck a cruise ship, while you watch,
if it will increase your love for me.”
“I have already watched, you and Kathy, fuck several cruise ships”
Vin observed
“Don't avoid the question, will you marry me?”
“Yes!”
“Dear God, Yes! Get me out of here I'm burning up!”

Vin moved the vacuum cleaner hose from suck to blow.

warm air began blowing between the vinyl sheets, releasing Beatrice
from their clinging embrace.

Vin looked up making eye contact with Samantha.

“Never did believe in lengthy Victorian courtships.”
Samantha started giggling and couldn't stop.
“When I try this, do I get a white vinyl sheet?”
she muttered under her breath.

Soon the black vinyl bag began inflating like a balloon,

they were able to pull the sheet back, exposing Beatrice's
head and shoulders.
She was still trapped beneath the vinyl, the praetorian
was on top, his knees right beside her wrists.
He was fucking her vigorously.

They began talking to her

Beatrice looked like a drowned rat, her hair was matted,

she was drenched in sweat, semen was leaking out of
the corner of her mouth. She was breathing in short gasps.

“Beatrice, I would like to introduce my fourth wife, Samantha.”

“In the years to come, people will no doubt ask you how you met.”
“I will say we met socially.” Samantha said, stepping forward
smiling down at Beatrice.

Kathy ignored the semen on Beatrice lips, as she kissed

her on the mouth.
Beatrice was unable to embrace Kathy
her long arms were still trapped beneath the vinyl.
The praetorian was trying for a third climax.

“As my co-wive will you obey me and fuck my husband

on an ironing board, if I commanded it?”

“Yes!” Beatrice said, meaning it from the bottom of her soul.

Her most secret, impossible to hope for fantasy had just come true.
She was to become Vin's wife.

Samantha leaned forward kissing Beatrice on the mouth,

caressing her cheek.
“co-wive” she said lovingly.
“co-wive” Beatrice responded.
Kay did the same.

Vin kissed Beatrice on the forehead

“Wife” he said
“Husband” she replied, her eyes filling with tears,
she had trouble speaking.

“Wait don't leave me!”

“You need to show more respect, for your praetorian guard,
he stands there horny as hell, making sure some sick fuck
doesn't suffocate you.”
“You should fuck him as long as he is able.”

Beatrice did as her husband commanded.

She laid-back smiling up at her praetorian guard.

“Would you like to go to the water sports room next?

You can hang me by the heels while you douche me.”

She listened to her co-wives, chattering about bridal gowns,

as they left her.

___________________

The Abbott presided over a ceremony for the

union of five souls

Although it was a Buddhist ceremony, all four women insisted

on wearing bridal gowns. Vin wore a gray morning suit.

Kathy booked them into the bridal suite, at their own hotel.
Vin had once had over seven hundred women bounce up and down
on his dick in a Fleet Week contest.
But this was different, these women knew him intimately,
they knew whether he came or not.
Kathy had electro-discipline equipment for maintaining
perpetual erections.
They strapped him spread eagle.
They wired him up.
Kay had drugs, she medicated him.
Each of his four wives would take turns, they would work on him
until he climaxed, then go away smiling, only to be replaced by
a fresh wife.
They had no other goal in life but to force orgasms out of him.
After three days and three nights, they let him sleep for eighteen hours.

They made their neighbor an offer he could not refuse,

they knocked out a several walls combining the two townhouses.
they now had ten bedrooms, and two elevators.
Kay slept with Vin on Mondays, Beatrice Tuesdays,
and Samantha Wednesday night.
Thursday was wife swapping night, who woke with whom,
the following morning, was fairly random.
All though Vin's mother and/or Princess seemed to
manage most of the time.
Princess called him father, and called his mother mom,
Vin called Princess daughter, they seem to enjoy being a closer nuclear family.
The three of them usually stayed in the bedroom until noon.
When Kay was off doing world travel, the two of them
officially took over Monday's.

Friday night, as it always had been, was for Vin and Kathy,
they barricaded themselves in their giant bedroom, refusing
to take calls.
Watching Carl and Beatrice drift apart, troubled them deeply,
they put conscious energy into caring about each other,
maintaining their relationship, they were soul mates,
They did not want to lose what they had.
Now that Vin had four wives, they no longer had evenings
exclusively to themselves..

In spite of this, or possibly because of it, every night,

except Thursday and Friday, Kathy brought home a different man.
As Vin made love with her co-wives, she would fuck strangers,
in the adjoining room.
Often Kathy would share her man du jour with her co-wives.
Occasionally she would bring home multiple men.
She never left her bed without semen stains.
In the morning Kathy would have the staff bring her,
and her men breakfast in bed.
Vin rarely saw Kathy's men.
Her co-wives did not question Kathy's right to do this,
she was senior wife.
Kathy made the perfect senior wive, every one loved her,
and trusted her. She had run a 250 million gold business
empire for decades. She applied the same skills
running the family, she did an excellent job.
___________________

They fell into a domestic routine.

At 8 A.M. James would take breakfast to Lady Kathy's bedroom,
After breakfast she would put on her designer robe,
and show her men to the door.
She would then, return to her bedroom, and insert
her slender, electrically conductive dildo, strapping
it in place, as though it were a Kotex pad.
She would plug it in, and return to bed.
As she slept capacitors would slowly charge, and discharge,
her vaginal muscles, would contract, and relax.
All of Vin's wives did this, along with Princess and his mother,
they had some of the strongest vaginal muscles in the world.

At noon James would wake everyone up, they would take

breakfast together, in the “new” section of their townhouse,
where they had a solarium breakfast dining room.
After breakfast they would adjourn to their office, where
they dealt with their daily e-mail.
They each received over 10,000 e-mails a day,
computer programs sorted them on the first pass,
Kathy's marvelous staff, took the second pass,
databases kept track of the correspondence,
everyone thought they were carrying on lengthy
e-mail conversations with Vin and his wives.
No one suspected they were corresponding with staff ladies.
A small number of messages had to be passed through,
most of these, were requests for high dollar kinky
sex acts.
Vin was not excluded from these sort of messages,
wealthy women, wanted to do kinky things to him as well.
On rare occasions they said yes, most of the time they
clicked on the icon that politely declined.
They all checked their calendars, to see if any special
dungeon sex episodes were scheduled for that day.
After electronic business was concluded, they took
the elevator to the upper solarium.
They would soak in warm water and gossip.
Occasionally Vin would watch as his wives gave each other head.
It was not that they did not receive enough sexual attention,
it was more a case, that they did not get many opportunities
with each other.
Like sex with Vin, they had to marital relations to maintain.
Occasionally two of them, would grab a wife by the ankles,
and hold her legs apart, so Vin could penetrate her.
Sometimes they would blindfold Vin so he would not know
which one he was penetrating.
Once they pulled the blindfold off just as Vin climaxed,
it was his mother.
But mostly, Vin just watched, it was not as though any
of his wives did not receive enough male attention.
They would put on their elegant work clothing and walk down
the boardwalk heading aft.
Vin would have Kathy and one wive on his elbows,
his other two wives would follow behind.
There was a restaurant adjacent to the whorehouse, they would eat
a light meal at their reserved table.
( Vin owned the restaurant. )
Shortly after six in the evening, they would arrived at their whorehouse.
Vin, dressed in his elegant 1880s style Western whorehouse owner suit.
As the evening progressed he would sit at his table smiling, watching
several hundred men fuck his wifes.

Sometime before midnight Kathy would leave with one or more men.
They would walk slowly down the boardwalk to the Queens Hotel,
where they would take their dinner in the coffee shop, before Lady Kathy
would escort them to her bedroom.

At midnight Vin would leave with his three junior wives, they would walk
down the boardwalk enjoying the evening.
Jams would have a world-class gourmet meal prepared for them.

Thursday and Friday was their weekend.

Marriages don't just happen, they are made and maintained.

One Thursday a month Vin would spend the day
with his three junior wives, as they shopped, had lunch, and
enjoying being together.
Kathy meanwhile would be fucking a room full of praetorians.

Most Thursdays the women would go shopping together,

they would occasionally invite Vin to select clothing
they modeled for him, or if they were buying clothing for him.
But mostly it was ladies day out, female bonding.

Vin had duties as well on Thursdays.

On non-Catherine The Great Thursday's Vin could be found
in the geisha house hot pool, bonding
with Young Leopard and his direct reports.
They have done this for years.

The first Thursday after hiring the Lady Leopards,

Vin looked up to see the two women serving them.
“Go tell First Lady you are praetorians first,
and bath attendant girls second” Vin commanded.
The two beautiful women did indeed report
directly to Colonel Leopard.

The Lady ninjas faced the men in the pool, smiling

as they disrobed, they did a striptease, knowing
they were giving every man an erection.

Vin looked at Young Leopard, who looked back,

it was up to Vin to decide how to deal
with the insubordination.

Vin motioned to Young Leopard to follow,

they began fucking the two women,
the others joined in.
There was no staff meeting that day.
Vin went and got Sensei, the abbot, and the monks to help.
He had First Lady use her Rolodex to call
everyone she knew.
Vin had Young Leopard call all eighty praetorians.

Vin called his general manager at his hotel,

his entire staff of over a thousand people was
sent, in small groups, to fuck the beautiful women.

Vin, Young Leopard and House Dick, took turns

supervising the event.
They stood where the two women
could see them, they were not smiling.

The two women were career military.

The two master sergeants knew they
had fucked up real bad.

In the first twenty four hours the two

of them were fucked by about five hundred men.
After the second day and night they were
approaching one thousand.
First Lady gave them food and drink,
she fed them small bites as they were
being fucked.
They urinated lying on their backs,
their urine mixing with the semen.
There were lying in an enormous a pool of semen,
that fed a small stream.
The small stream meandered over ten feet
before finding a pool side drain and disappearing.
They looked more dead than alive at the end.
Finally their General and their Colonel
offered them a hand up, and a:
“Well done trooper!”

The next Thursday the two women

got into the pool without creating a disturbance,
the staff meeting proceeded without incident.
The last hour of the meeting set the president
for all future meetings.
They spent the hour fucking the two beautiful women.

Friday was for Vin and Kathy alone,

they would often spend the day on their sailboat
where no one could reach them.
They would both take aphrodisiacs and screw each other.
They both felt screwing along with making love
was essential to maintaining a marriage.
They would lie naked in each other's arms talking about
what ever came into their minds.
Kathy would tell Vin about various
kinky sex dungeon episodes of the previous week.
Vin would get excited, and they would
screw each other again.
It was usually sunset before they would bring the boat back.

Vin also took Sundays off, he had three more wives,

four if you count Princess.
Princess was for all intents and purposes the junior wife.
She had showed up one day with two suitcases, and
moved into bedroom number seven.
The next morning she showed up for breakfast, wearing a bathrobe.
Princess loved her father, and would have sex with him
whenever she could.
Vin, however, was her God, she worshiped him.
Princess, had sex when she was eighteen years and one day old,
It stunted her growth, she would spend the rest of her life looking
like she was eighteen.
She was the unofficial adopted daughter of the family.
Vin's other wives mothered her.
She slept with Vin on Sunday nights.
Mondays if Kay was out of town,

Sundays, Vin would go out on a date.

His three junior wives, and Princess, would take turns.
Vin did his best to accommodate their wishes, even going
to mindless chick flicks with Princess.
Sometimes they would agree to spend the day
with him on the sailboat, as he did with Kathy.
Kay seemed to love the sailboat, Beatrice and Samantha
were indifferent, Princess never voted to go sailing.
Vin wondered how a man with only one wife managed.
What do you do if she hates your sailboat?
When Kay was off visiting Australian lifeguards,
Vin would go sailing with his mother.

[ 47. A kinky sex act ]

Resident whores in the Little Red Whorehouses

were not play pretend whores,
Vin was pimping them for millions.

Princes had included as background wallpaper on her homepage,

the official royal photograph of King, Queen, and Princes standing together.
Princes was wearing an elegant formal gown and a diamond tiara.

She started wearing princes gowns to the whore house.

She would wear a fake diamond tiara, and dress up like Snow White.
It was not in keeping with the Wild West motif, but no one was about to complain.
She did a booming business, often outperforming Kathy and Beatrice.

( Princess was studying for a degree in marketing. )

___________________

As an anarchist Vin did not believe in rules and laws,

He believed in principles and understanding.
It was clearly understood by all that, none of the women
were ever to be left in bondage, with customers.
A praetorian was to be present, no exceptions.

Quite often Vin was the praetorian president.

The staff would call him, for especially interesting
dungeon scenes, or if one of his wives was involved.

Depending on the scene Vin would become,

an SS interrogation technician, a medieval jesuit monk,
an Arab, or a medieval torturer with black hood.

The dungeons scenes, did not happen by accident,

customers would spend days or weeks, selecting menu items,
building their ultimate twisted fantasy.
There would then submit the scene to Vin's “working ladies”
if one of them thought it was sufficiently lucrative and/or
kinky, she would click on “accept” and the dungeon
would be reserved.

Vin sat thinking, remembering scenes from the previous week:

___________________

The entire Aphrodite's steering committee had done a trick together.

They had signed up to do “ Rape Interrogation Of Thirteen Witches. “
They had used the largest general purpose “theater in the round” room.
The staff had rolled the equipment into the room, medieval pillory's, stocks
(standing and kneeling ) St. Andrews Crosses, restraint benches, stools,
yokes with spreader bars, tables, cages, slings, swings, a bondage bed,
and rack and a bondage chair.
The steering committee arrived wearing tailor-made Pilgrim Women
ankle length skirts, complete with proper headdress.
Vin smiled as the women took their time selecting the proper restraint devices.
They reminded him of women at a dress sale.
Vin busied himself with getting everyone hooked up.
He double checked the proper theater curtains were down,
it looked like they were in the square, of a medieval town.
The women had all done this before.
They were ready with ten minutes to spare.

Vin walked over to the president of the Aphrodite's club,

she was strapped securely to a St. Andrews Cross.
“We needed to make sure this thing works.” he said
climbing out in this tight leather pants.
“You wouldn't dare!” she said as he slid her
ankle-length dress up, exposing her vagina.
“Are you sure?” he said as he penetrated her.
She began rocking her hips, matching his thrusts.
Smiling at him with obvious love and affection.

The room began filling with men, who got naked,

and began enthusiastically fucking the restrained women,
who according to the script, screamed, hollered,
and begged for mercy.

One of the women was inside an intricate birdcage,

shaped like a spread eagle woman, it fit her
like a glove, immobilizing her.
There was a large oval opening framing her vagina.
A large man was lying on top of the cage
thrusting through the opening, deep into her vagina.
The woman inside was hollering loudly.
“Don't stop, don't stop! “

Vin was smiling hugely, underneath his black hood

with eyes slits.
He could not join in the festivities, he had to stay alert
making sure no one got carried away and hurt
one of his women.
He loved these women, and they loved him.
He made a mental note, after the customers left,
he was going to try the birdcage.
It was customary for the women to satisfy their
praetorian guard as payment for keeping them safe.
___________________

Vin could not talk Princes out of this sort of thing,

she was methodically working her way through every
kinky sex act in the web pages.
Or more accurately being worked through, Vin suspected
she never refused an offer of any sort.
She had signed up for an “Electrical Genital Torture” trick.
Vin studied his hard copy carefully, so he
would know precisely what the sick fucks had paid for.
Today's dungeon session was “female electro-interrogation”
If Vin could not stop it, at least he could prevent any
serious damage.
A praetorian in SS uniform, escorted Princess
and the four sick fucks to the “interrogation room”
where Vin was waiting.

“Ah, A young one, we will break her in no time.”

“Hoist her upon the table while I cram electrodes
into her.”
Vin put on a special glove allowing him
to pick up the sparkler, which was coated
with nano lubricant, making it easy to insert.
The real function of a nano lubricant, was
it made the conductive rubber too slippery
to hold a knot.
Tying a monkeys fist knot inside Princess's blather
would make her irritable, although Vin doubted
there was anything that would make her give up
turning strange tricks.
Vin wondered why it was he never met any
normal women.

He carefully began feeding the blunt end

of the sparkler into Princess's pisser.

“I curse you Nazi bastards.” Princess hollered.

The customers watch Google eyed, as Vin
carefully filled Princess's bladder with
four feet of flexible electrical conductor.
Had he intended to actually torture her,
he would have put an alligator clip on her clitoris,
electricity concentrated to a point is excruciating.

“Hoist her ankles up until they touch her wrists.”

Princess's pink anus was soon pointing straight up.

“This is electrically conductive tubing” Vin declared.

“And this is electrically conductive gel.”
Vin lubricated about three feet of tubing,
feeding it into the exposed orifice.

“I curse you Nazi Pigs.” Princess hollered.

After the first foot was in Vin began twisting

the tubing like a plumber's snake so it would
go around corners, following Princess's bowels.
He fed four feet of it into her slender body.
Princess shuddered but did not cry out.
Eventually he reached the inflatable
balloon on the end.
He stuffed that it in as well, and began inflating it.

“When we plug her cunt into the wall socket,

She will void her bowels. This will keep thing in place.”

They four sick fucks, nodded their heads, open mouthed.

They had paid for a sick sexual fantasy,
they were getting their money's worth.

“Well we can't hang her by her tits,

she doesn't have any.”

They didn't see Princess smile lovingly at Vin.

Vin always kissed her small breasts tenderly,
making her promise to keep them just as they were.

“Hang her by her wrists.”

They put Princess in a sex swing, she wasn't

hanging by her wrists, but they were held
well above her head.
The leather wrapping her hands concealed
her “chicken switch” and voltage controls.

Vin's enormous, humming, ozone producing,

electro-torture control panel was largely fake.
Princess controlled how much current
surged up her urethra.
There was a giant knife switch, Vin held
the insulating handle, leering at the exposed vagina.
He slammed the huge switch closed.
The current arrived like a sledgehammer.
Princess's loins began making fucking
motions, her vaginal lips began opening
and closing, synchronized with her fucking motions.
The large surface area of her electrodes
allowed considerable amounts of current
to surge through her, causing her involuntary
obscene movement.
Clearly she was not faking it.
Although she through back her head
and screamed in apparent agony,
as each fresh jolt of electricity slammed into her.

The four men stood there, gaping at the

obscenely convulsing vagina, listening
to her scream.

“In Syria they fuck women as they interrogate them.”

Vin observed.

The first man stepped forward, Princess's

strawberry blond cunt was exactly
the right height.

“You Nazi Pigs will burn in Hell.” Princess hollered

as the first one penetrated her.

The current surges were real, he felt Princess's

vagina clutch his manhood tightly with each pulse.

After the men left the room Princess left the current on full.
The surges of current caused muscle contractions
deep in her vagina.
Semen was forced out of her in spurts.
She watched Vin as he stared at her obscene performance.
She contended staring at Vin, it was obvious what she wanted.

Vin penetrated her abruptly with a single lunge.

He began thrusting away.
Vin had been watching her faking agony, for the last hour.
He did not believe she was faking ecstasy, as she
threw her head back, moaning loudly, urinating on the floor
climaxing simultaneously with a current surge.
Vin climaxed as well.

They left the mess for the staff to clean up.

___________________

Beatrice and Samantha had reserved the largest general

purpose “theater in the round” room.
They were turning a “Slaves Fucked In Chains” trick.
The “Moorish slave market” curtains have been lowered.
Beatrice and Samantha we're hanging in chains,
two slaves waiting to be sold.
Their hands chained above their heads, forcing them to
give the Iraqi war salute.
Their ankles were chained, so there were semi-squatting
as though they were about to pee.
They were dressed in rags, that barely covered their bodies.

Vin was dressed as an Arab slave trader, he turned

to greet the twelve customers as they entered the room.
They were dressed in pith helmets and khaki Bermuda shorts.

Vin stood beside Samantha lifting the rags that barely

covered her vagina.
He reached down with his left hand holding her lips
apart, exposing the pink of her inner womanhood,
which contrasted nicely with the smooth ebony of her skin.
He stuck the handle of his riding crop in.

“They are not virgins, you can have your way with them.”
“We will discuss a price, when I return from my morning prayers.”

Van sat at a table, drinking mint tea, watching as the two women
he loved were sandwiched as the twelve men took turns.
The spirited gang fuck went on for an hour, Vin gave them
a extra twenty minutes.

After the men left, Vin flipped a coin.

He fucked Samantha first.
“My bladder is about to burst!”
“So?” Vin said thrusting away.
She pissed on him.
Beatrice giggled.
___________________

Kathy had accepted an “Abuse Of Pregnant Prisoner” trick.

Vin was there to make sure nothing went wrong.
He did not try anymore, Kathy would listen politely,
and go right on doing what she intended.
She enjoyed having her vagina stretched.
Her pelvic girdle prevented inserting anything
larger in diameter than a three liter pop bottle.
But internally she could accommodate a gallon jug
with ease.
She had custom-made inflatable dildos of mind numbing size.

Her trick today was to let three men inflate her as Vin watched.
The inflatable had a two inch diameter rubber hose leading to it.
The thing was built like an inflatable enema retention nozzle.

They tied Kathy to a tabletop, spread eagle.

Vin held her cunt open, watching, as they forced the device
into her.
Vin moved around to stand with the customers, watching,
as the first one began stepping on a foot pump.
He watched the retention balloon swell to the size of a cantaloupe.
The second man tugged vigorously on the two inch diameter
house, his muscles bulged, he was unable to pull it out.
The third man began vigorously pumping on the attached
air bed pump, which looked like a gigantic bicycle pump.

They all watched transfixed as the air was pumped into Kathy.
They were watching a time lapse of human pregnancy,
she looked like she had a cantaloupe in there.
Soon she was five months pregnant.
Six, seven!
The third man became fatigued.
The first man took over pumping.
Vin had seen this before, but still it amazed him.
He watched the pressure rise, as Kathy inflated.
Eight months pregnant.
Nine months pregnant!

They continued pumping, Kathy's belly did not

expand further, but it became rock hard.
Two of the men ran their hands over the
impossible thing, feeling her incredible inflation,
she felt like an overinflated truck tire.
They continued fondling her as their third friend pumped
away, increasing the insane pressure further.
Vin was watching the manometer as the pressure
went into the red zone.
He was opening his mouth to holler stop, when he heard the pressure
relief valve pop open like a Mormon workhorse farting.

Vin walked around and looked at his wife's face,

she had small beads of sweat, as though she were trying to give birth.
She gave him a sick smile, as he bent to kiss her.
“Are you sure about this?” he whispered
“You don't have to watch.” was her answer.

Vin stepped back knowing what he would see next.

They had his wife strapped to a picnic table.

The first sick fuck climbed up, placing a foot on each
bench seat, he was squatting directly above the
impossibly pregnancy.
The three men had paid the equivalent of a new
Mercedes-Benz to do this.
Kathy gave them their money's worth.
“No!”
“God No, I have changed my mind, don't do this,
Vin stop them, don't let them, they will kill me,
I will pop like a balloon!”

Vin stood there stone faced watching as the

sick fuck dropped full force on to his wife's belly.
Vin always told himself that her scream, was part
of the show, he was not at all certain this was so.

The two inch rubber pipe was there to carry as much

airflow as possible, the pressure relief valve was
four inches in diameter.
Still it took almost a minute.
Kathy screamed, shaking her chains, the whole while
The three men stood, leaning over her, pushing
with her hands, mashing the last of the air out.
Kathy was trembling, covered with sweat,
mumbling incoherently.

They resumed pumping, reinflating Kathy,

laughing as they pumped away.
They had paid for the right to do this six times.
Vin stood there watching his wife's abdomen
swell unbelievably.

After they jumped on her belly six times,

Vin removed the monster inflatable, so the
men could begin fucking her.
They had also paid to fist her.
They did it simultaneously, three arms
at once, all the way to the elbow.

Kathy raised head, watching, smiling as they did it.

“There is K. Y. in the drawer under my feet.”

She said as the men were leaving the room.

Vin left her in bondage as he K. Y.ed his dick.

Kathy truly loved being stretched, stretched beyond
any reasonable limit.
Over the decades she had continued stretching
her urethra.
She could now accommodate Vin's large penis.
He thrust himself into her bladder, balls deep.
She was very tight, he began thrusting away.
Vin came almost immediately filling her bladder
with the hot semen.

Kathy was looking up at him with love, adoration,

and pathetic hope, fearful he would reject her.

“I love you.” He was forced to admit.

___________________

Kay and Little Sister were turning an

“Abused Nuns” trick.
Vin was dressed as a Viking, his helmet
had two horns, he was wearing chain mail,
and leather.

The theater curtains made it look as though

Vin was standing in the large common room
of a medieval nunnery.
Men began streaming through the door.
“Quick grab these two before they can run away.”
“Tear those ridiculous clothes off their bodies.
Little Sister and Kay had yards of cloth wrapped
around their breasts, and loin selections.
“Tear that cloth away, lets see what they're
hiding from the world!”
“Hold them on the table top!”
“Watch out, they'll bite.”

Vin watched twenty men cluster fuck Kay

and Little Sister for a solid hour.

After the men left, Kay watched as he

fucked Little Sister.
It was Monday, Kay had him all night long
___________________

They had the dark-haired woman in kneeling

stocks, she could not stand, as her forearms
were trapped parallel to the floor.
She had signed up for a “Jewish Girl Raped By Guard Dogs” trick.
The rear restraints held her lower legs
parallel to the floor, as well.
Her knees were on either side of metal spreader bars,
holding her thighs apart, exposing her vagina obscenely.
She was in what you might call a compromising position.
Her vagina was offered to any passerby.

Vin was standing admiring her womanhood,

as the men entered the room, with two
German Shepherds.

His black hood muffled his voice.

“As requested, here is your Jew Girl, good for
nothing better, then servicing your guard dogs.”

They released the first German Shepherd,

who immediately mounted the woman,
and began thrusting away.

The three men decided they would try

some Jewish pussy after all.
The three men and two dogs took turns
for the entire hour.

When they left Vin took his turn.

Vin released the bound woman, she stood,
rubbing her wrists, watching as Vin pulled
his black hood off.

“Vin!”
“Had I known I would have ...”
“Refused to fuck dogs?” is finished for her
“Well I , er, have never .... “
“I, ah, just wanted to know, how it would feel ... “
“An now you have fucked dogs while your son watched.”
Vin's mother blushed bright crimson.

Lay back against the table there, while I tell you

what it felt like to watch.
Vin and his mom were still at it an hour later
when they pounded on the door, the room had been reserved.

___________________

Boss, if Weasel was in a special room, would do

want to know about it?
“Yes”
“water sports II”
Vin grabbed his cell phone
“Madame Kathie, can you grab a thousand gold
gift certificate and meet me in water sports II ?”

The human mind is a strange thing, pleasure is remembered,

pain is forgotten.
Weasel knew their leering lust had been faked, but he remembered
Madame Kathie's two friends stroking multiple orgasms
out of him when no one else would.
He was starved for love, he would pay them to pay attention to him.

Madame Kathie's two friends had Weasel, strapped to

a restraint bench, his erection wilted as he saw
Vin walking toward him.
( Vin was still dressed in a medieval torture outfit. )

“Madame Kathie, do you think you can fix that?”

Vin asked, pointing at the limp dick.
( It is a rare whore house Madame, who cannot give a first-rate blow job. )

She soon had Weasel's erection back to 100%.

“Weasel, helped me with the Hotel Owners Association,

I would be pleased if you would show him a good time,
treat him as a friend when he visits our humble establishment.”

“Come upstairs with me, I will be your wife for an hour.”

“Next time you visit, let me know, if I am busy, one of my girls
will show you a good time.”
Weasel would have traded his soul to have his beautiful
trophy wive back, even for an hour.
He followed Madame Kathie upstairs willingly.
He became a regular, Madame Kathie would smile
as one of Vin's wives would fuck him for two bits.
She would do it herself when she was not busy.
Occasionally she would take him to a room, and be
his wife again, he would usually cry when she
called him husband.
She was not faking, Vin told her to make him happy,
being his wife, without reservation made him happy.

Lady Kathy had one more person who would drive on a

hand grenade for her.
Weasel found he was worthy of love.
His Head Of Housekeeping found him worriedly also.
They attended Vin's Thursday night wife swap
as a loving couple.
They put on a show, they made love on Vin's coffee table,
as a room full of people felt that love, sharing in it.
Lady Kathy honored them with a Polish wedding.
They lived happily ever after.
___________________

A great deal has been made about young girls infected

with the Lazarus virus, having their growth stunted.
Young boys have the same problem, a fourteen-year-old boy
who becomes infected, will look like a fourteen-year-old boy
for the next thousand years.
Even worse, they spend the next thousand years as an
extremely oversexed fourteen-year-old boy.

Most of them take hormone therapy in order to grow adult genitalia.

Whether or not these “children” are over represented
in the LFA (Loving Family Association) is not a subject
for polite conversation, at least not at LFA functions.

The LFA maintains an extensive set of web pages

with remarkable images.
The organization began, and continues to this day,
as a type of wife swap association.
Members view each other's images, before deciding
to meet in someone's living room for public sex
with each other's children.
Post Lazarus, no effort is made to prevent strangers
from viewing the pornographic images, these people are
hard-core exhibitionists.
Vin had given Lady Kathy's staff many assignments
over the years, but the one they talk about the most,
was reviewing LFA images.
He had them looking for “young boys” with special features.

“Welcome to the loving family association's, seasonal convention.”

Vin was standing on the stage, naked, with a large erection.
“Some of you regulars know my wives.”
Vin held out his hand as Kathy, Beatrice, and Samantha
walked proudly onto the stage displaying their nakedness
as a badge of honor.
( Kay was off traveling. )
“Today we have a special surprise, three sons reunited
where their long lost mothers.”

Beatrice and Samantha were open mouthed in shock,

as their “sons” walked on stage to greet them.

Kathy and her staff had viewed thousands of images

to select the perfect match. The tall African boy looked like
a young male version of Samantha, the resemblance
was uncanny.
The same was true of the tall dark-haired boy who looked
exactly like Beatrice.
Lady Kathy was the only one of the three who did not
look shocked, she had personally selected her “son”
from the list of finalists.
She smiled lovingly at him as he walked up
and took her hand.
“Mother” he said looking up at her with a shy smile.

All three of the “boys” were over sixty years old,

they only looked like middle school boys.
They led their shocked “mothers” upstage
to the waiting brass beds.
The bright lights came up and the paparazzi
began recording every detail.

Vin stood alone, naked, front and center.

Princes walked on stage, more proud of her nakedness,
than any of her designer suits.
“Father” She said as she led him upstage to an empty brass bed,
surrounded by men holding cameras.

Vin found he had three adopted sons in addition to his adopted daughter.
( They later got a “Son” for Kay. )
The “children” were given huge allowances to cover travel expenses.
There was usually one of them in residence at any one time,
with their 14-year-old sexuality Vin did not have to worry
that his junior wives were being neglected.

Princes would sleep with Vin to cover for the wayward wifes,
who is down the hall being fucked repeatedly by her “Son”

In time, all four of Vin's wives took their sons on stage

at the whorehouse, or Fleet Week, to put on enthusiastically
received, sex shows.
They were contacted by producers who seduced them into
starring in wildly successful, full-length pornographic movies.
Movies of, sexually frustrated, bored housewives and mothers,
cooking, cleaning, washing, ironing, slowly going insane.
Finally seducing or being seduced by their teenage offspring.
Vin directed the films, he spent a fortune, on sets and costumes.

They talked Vin and Princes, into staring in their own

two hour-long professional movie.
It took Vin and Princes over an hour on screen before
they finally seduced each other, with great tenderness,
affection, and obvious love.
The ultimate chick flick.
It won several awards.
Vin and Princes attended the gala Hollywood premiere.

The “children” made fantastic money doing this.

After they appeared in the whore house web pages,
a surprising number of people, bid at auction, willing to spend
a princely sum for a menage de twa, with “mother and son”.
After the gala premiere of their movie, Vin and Princes,
turned a few “father daughter” tricks as well.

The “children” became whorehouse regulars, with their

own web pages. They grew wealthy.
Vin was happy, he was patriarch of a happy family,
and honorary chairman, of the loving family Association.

( For the truly cynical: No, it was not that easy,

none of the “original three” had pleasing personality's.
But with time and effort, and thousands to pick from, the family
found “children” they could love, who loved them in return. )

They used every one of their ten bedrooms, five adults

and five “children”.
Princess appeared to be the oldest child, in actual fact she
was the baby of the family, everyone else being at latest
forty years older.
Samantha the junior wife, at one hundred ten, was biologically
the oldest family member.

[ 48. I have been a bad whore ]

The Aphrodite club fared better than the Venetian Club.

Davis Straits tourists are upper-middle-class or better.
The visiting wives all had reciprocal membership cards good at the Aphrodite club.
The Aphrodite club being unable to compete with the whorehouse
went to limited working hours.

The steering committee worked hand-in-hand with Vin.

The Aphrodite club now had racks of dance Hall dresses.
Visiting tourists were helped into their fancy clothing, and
driven by taxi to the Little Red Whorehouse.
Most of them arrived by horse and buggy.

“Why don't they run all Ladies Clubs this way?”

They would ask, holding their bag of quarters.

In time Vin got the Aphrodite club to relocate to P2.

Their old location was in P1, on the promenade level,
but not in a prime location.

Vin gave them free rent.

The Aphrodite club was now located between a diamond merchant,
and an Italian leather goods store.
They had the fanciest address of any Aphrodite club in the world.
They became the first Aphrodite club in the world that did not have
small rooms for sex.
They “rented” them from the Little Red Whorehouse.
They had a rows of lockers like a high school.
They had large changing rooms with hundreds of elegant whorehouse dresses.
They had a private elevator, that delivered the elegantly dressed women, to Main street.

All Aphrodite clubs are like sororities.

The world headquarters of the Aphrodite Association is located in Geneva.

Steering committees ladies from world headquarters came to visit.

They wore their Chanel Suits for their afternoon visit to the
little blue stud house.

The Madame rang the bell, the studs all lined up.
Vin, Young Leopard, and the rest of special branch, were the lineup.

One of the elegantly dressed women, who smelled of

talcum powder and lilac, pointed at Vin.
He led her to the room.
She gave Vin his quarter, and ordered him to began undressing her.
He was ordered to kneel before her.
She put their elegantly manicured hands around the back of his head,
and held him close, as he knelt on the floor giving her oral sex.

“How much do you charge for all night?” she wanted to know.
“You will have to ask my wife, she is my pimp” he replied.
“Does she satisfy you sexually?”
“No, she makes me save my semen for the customers.” Vin lied.
“You poor boy, come to Mama.”
Vin did as he was told.

On Saturday night the visiting searing committee put on their best

whorehouse dresses.
They and the local steering committee made their usual grand entrance.
They left their hats, handbags, and parasols, with the hat check lady.

The joined the sexual riot and promptly began turning tricks
They had no trouble getting their share of men.
( Five cruise ships were in port. )
(The whorehouse did not close until Monday at noon.)

Beatrice collected 348 quarters.

Lady Kathy had 396.
They had no time for sex shows.
(The left the sex shows to the Aphrodite ladies,
who were entertaining out-of-town guests. )

The visiting ladies did not reveal how many quarters they collected.

They began having their yearly Aphrodite convention on board Davis Strait.
The convention center hotel was pleased to accommodate elegantly dressed,
refined ladies, who smelled nice.
The Aphrodite ladies no longer wore their Chanel Suits
all the time at their convention.
In the evenings they dressed as 1880 whores.

They would strut like peacocks, men admiring their petticoats,

and black fishnet stockings.
You could always spot an Aphrodite lady, she had a parasol,
a fancy handbag and a hat.
She looked like a million gold, and she knew it.

Vin coordinated the Aphrodite convention with his friends

in the cruise ship business.
They were able to get him an economy cruise with giveaway rates
for single men.

The first convention an entire boatload of horny single men arrived on Saturday.

The Madame unlocked the front door, stepping back

as a flood of cheering men charged forward.
They began pouring into the bordello,
like rampaging Vikings charging into a nunnery.

The high class ladies were waiting inside their red whorehouse.
Each lady had her own table, most of them had their dress and petticoats,
buttoned up exposing their vaginas, their feet widely spaced, as they
leaned back against their tables, ready, willing and able to be
fucked where they stood.
Kathy, Beatrice, Kay, and Samantha had adjoining tables,
They were smiling encouragingly at each other.
The smiles became slightly strained as the sexual tsunami swept over them.

Vin watched a tourist hand his Kathy a quarter.

She glanced at Vin, who was smiling.

Lady Kathy pulled her red and black whorehouse dress up around her armpits.
She sat on the table, scooting back.
Her dress, fell off of the table behind her, like a tablecloth.
She moved forward slightly, pulling the wrinkles out of the fabric behind her.
She laid-back with a sigh, slowly spreading her long lovely legs.
The tourist stared as her spreading legs began exposing her marvelous golden womanhood.
He watched her outer lips move apart, revealing the pink of her in her inner womanhood.
Kathy could see the lust and eagerness on his face.
She stuck two fingers of each hand into her cunt holding it wide for his inspection.
She smiled at the him and nodded.
He climbed onto the table between Kathy's lovely thighs.
She turned her head, making eye contact with Vin.
He watched her shudder, as the first of over one hundred
men began thrusting himself into his wife's vagina.

Vin watched, the tourist thrusting away.

He could see Kathy's cunt lips quivering with each stroke.
Her trick pulled out abruptly, climaxing.
He held the end of his large penis against her golden pubic hair, making it slick with semen.
He got off, the next man stepped forward eagerly.
Holding his cock in his hand, he made eye contact with Lady Kathy.
She nodded at him, spreading her legs.
Kathy always nodded, looking them in the eye, savoring their love for her.

Coins, began accumulating, her marvelous cunt leaking semen on to them.

Vin arrived, holding an old-fashioned wooden bucket.

He pulled a manacle out of the bucket, one cuff went around
her left ankle, securing it to the table leg.
Without disturbing the fucking on the table over head,
Vin did her other ankle.
He stood up reaching for Kathy's right wrist.
Kathy looked at him lovingly as he attached a length of chain
to a table leg.
He bent to kiss her on the lips.
They they had to try several times,
Kathy was being fucked so vigorously, she was a moving target.
She was pink flushed and climaxing as their lips touched,
her beautiful blue eyes smiling at him.
She had a bashful smile, as she continued to orgasm, her breath coming
in small gasps.
“I love you.” she whispered, her orgasm giving her a whiskey tenor.

He walked around the other side of the table, watching her moving,
her hips were matching her customer thrust for thrust.
She raised her head as he slid a wedge shaped foam pillow
in place, so she did not have to strain her neck muscles,
as she watched the line of men taking turns.
Vin stood beside her sharing the moment, the two of them,
looking downward at her loins,
watching the huge penis ravishing her.
As they watched, the sex organ was, yanked free
and laid along Kathy's abdomen, semen squirted,
striking her breasts, and filling her bellybutton.

The next man stepped forward and began fisting

his two bit whore vigorously, he had short arms,
Kathy's cunt lips, were able to caress his elbow
on the upstroke. Kathy turned a brighter shade of pink
and began hyperventilating as she climaxed squeezing
her powerful muscles against the intruding forearm.
He continued thrusting against her constriction, fist fucking her
through her orgasm.
She was bucking like a horse, the small of her back, breaking contact
with the tabletop as she lunged, the pool of semen beneath her,
making clearly audible sucking sounds, as she did partial setups,
stranding against her chains.
Kathy began urinating on his forearm, rolling her head from side to side,
hollering in an unknown language.
The crowd was whistling and shouting, encouraging
the fist fucker to redouble his efforts.
Kathy appeared to be unconscious, as the next man in line stepped forward
and rammed himself in balls deep.
Kathy refocused her eyes, looking downward, smiling
as she watched the penis moving within her.
She made eye contact, and blew him a kiss.
He leaned forward, and they began kissing her.
Kathy began to tremble, as she climaxed again.
“Don't stop.” Vin heard her whisper to her lover.

Vin stood admiring his handiwork, his lovely wife was

bound hand and foot, spread eagle,
her cunt, spread wide, offered to a crowd of sex crazed men.
Kathy could began screaming and kicking if she wanted,
it would only add to the mobs pleasure, as they relentlessly fucked her.
This mob had a purpose, it intended to brutally
gang fuck Kathy for a night and a day, stopping only when hunger
force them off of Kathy's abdomen.

( Vin had arranged for a catering service to bring food, at sunrise,

so they could continue gang fucking his wife into the following day. )

There was a sign hanging between the table legs underneath Kathy's
marvelous vagina, it read:
I have been a bad whore.
Men would stop to read the sign, noticing her chains,
they would step forward to fuck her.

Vin had placed the bucket on the floor beneath his wife's oozing orifice.
He had dumped all her coins into the bucket.
Each man would toss his coin into Kathy's bucket, before mounting her.
The tabletop had been sculptured, the semen moved in a channel
to the table edge, flowing into the bucket, covering the coins.

Vin watched, Kathy, his lovely wife Kathy, sweet shy Kathy,
as she lay on her back, fucking a room full of horny tourists.
She was pulling a mile-long train and loving every moment of it!

Inside every sexy woman there is a tabby cat in heat, trying to get out.

Vin maintained a cat house for them, so he could

surround himself with high class pussy.

The End.
 [ Chuck ]

"Vin help me Vin!"

This could not be, Vin could clearly hear Kathy
in the adjoining room, snoring like two Lumberjacks.
No! It is not right to think of Lady Kathy, in such a fashion,
1.7 forestry workers perhaps.
"Vin do you do believe in time travel?" Clearly Kathy's voice
"I try to keep an open mind."
(Vin shared Kathy's love of science fiction.)
"So you do believe, that if you were in grave danger,
your Kathy at great risk to herself, would travel back to warn you,
knowing you would not be an asshole and refuse to talk?"

“Well, if you put it that way, what do I need to do?"

"Reach through the screen."
Vince fingers met no resistance, Kathy's fingers closed around his
and gave a slight tug.

Vin was standing on cloud nine.

God was off to the right, behind a magnificent wood desk.
Vin ignored him.
He was staring into those big blue eyes, he new so well,
eyes filled with wisdom, love and compassion.
These eyes however were that and much more,
eyes that were over three thousand years old.

"Oh Vin how will you ever forgive me?"

"Kathy had a special way of doing that." he ventured.
A lovely four poster bed was visible off to his left,
it not been there moments before.
"If you two, need some time, I can shuffle papers." God offered.
Vin looked into the infinitely deep blue eyes,
his offer had been accepted, he had but to step forward
and begin kissing to seal the deal.

“You mentioned being at great risk?”

“There is some danger this connection will be discovered,

the longer I stay, the greater the danger.”

Vin straightened a soldier coming to attention, he had tears

in his eyes.

"You called me here for a reason, tell me what is required,

I will do it.”

The mother of all Kathy's looked at him with infinite love, and began to twinkle,
just like Star Trek.
"Tell him ...." Vin shouted after her
"I will" the voice came back from nowhere.

It would be the height of bad manners, to continue ignoring God,

Vin turned and almost stumbled, Kathy was sound asleep
on the cloud just in front of Gods desk.
"I thought it would be easier not to tell the story twice."
Charleston Heston explained .

"Nice dream."
"Not exactly." Vin observed.
All traces of sleep, evaporated as Kathy sat bolt upright
"At least we're together, mom can take care of Honey Bun."

"Not exactly." God observed.

Kathy and Vin sat holding hands, as God explained.

He had their undivided attention.

"You would not be surprised to hear that advanced lifeforms

living in higher dimensions, still make war on each other?"
Two heads nodded in unison.
"We have recently won a victory, in what you might describe
as an area of interconnected, parallel universes." he paused
Two heads nodded in unison
"We have selected the proper person to command the garrison,
while we move on to other things." he paused,
Kathy nodded, Vin was frozen.
"You are free to refuse, if you wish."

"Do I get to keep my rank?" Vin asked half joking

( Vin held the rank of Brigadier General on board Davis Strait )
"I think that can be arranged." Chuck observed

"Where do we go from here?" Vin asked

"Anywhere, his Lordship wishes." Charleston Heston had morphed

into the quintessential English butler.

"Never been happy with our butler, haven't had

time or energy to get rid of him."

"Home James." Vin declared.

___________________

Vin and Kathy were taking breakfast in the breakfast nook,

of their beautifully tiled kitchen.
Kathy was indifferent to cooking, where Vin enjoyed
producing culinary art.
He hardly ever got the chance any more, James had been
self-aware for countless thousands of years, as the AI
reality generator, to all the slices at once,
he was all of the great chefs of Europe simultaneously.

James was preparing their eggs. Whites and Yolks

beaten separately until stiff, then folded together.
The RF energy caused the bottom of the long handled
pan to heat, stiffening the eggs so they could be popped
into a warm oven. When the eggs were a beautiful
golden mushroom, the long handled pan went under
the broiler. When a golden crust formed that was able to take
the weight, white cheese was sprinkled on top. When the cheese
began to bubble, the entire omelet was folded in half
like a giant taco.
Kathy liked salsa from El Paso on hers.
Vin liked Jame's special sauce, prime rib cut into
minute cubes, sautéed in a sauce made from, English beef tea,
HP sauce, white wine Worcestershire sauce, white wine, and a tiny
dash of habanero sauce from Costa Rica, with mounds of diced
Portofino mushrooms.
As the dishes were being cleared away Vin observed.
“You know, James it seems to me we have unfinished business
with the old Reality Lord”
___________________

“All rise!”
Vin thought 'this is silly there already standing'
Vin sat.
Everyone but the defendant was wearing robes and wigs.
“You have been charged with capital crime, to whit
death by torture.”
A window in the courtroom opened, the sort of window
you might find in a New England farmhouse, although
it was unsupported by any wall.
The bottom half of the window was raised, a breeze was blowing through it,
you could clearly smell the limestone cave odor of the dungeon.

The bishop resplendent in his black and red robes sat

in a padded chair drinking sweet red wine, a choir boy,
with curly blond hair, stood at his elbow ready to refill his glass.
The naked woman was on her back strapped to a sturdy table
her vagina was at eye level with the seated bishop.
The largest vaginal pear they could manage, had been hammered into her.
The screw on the end of the devise had been cranked out
about ten turns. The woman was moaning incoherently.
Blood was running across the tabletop and dripping into a bucket
on the floor.
A small hourglass sat on the table near the victims right ankle.
As the last of the sand poured out, the jesuit monk, reached up,
turning the hourglass over, then reaching up to the vaginal pear
giving the key another quarter turn.
All victims under extreme torture make the same universal sound.
The open window muffled the volume somewhat
but conversation in the courtroom was not possible.

Vin made a hand motion, the window closed but remained floating.
“Why did you do this?”
The defendant was staring at his shoes.
“May it please the court” the barrister for the defense had
weaselly eyes and a weak chin.
“The er, ah, prisoner, after confessing to having
sexual relations with the devil, had been sentenced to,
the full application of the pear.
His Lordship, as bishop, was verifying the monks
did as the civilian court decreed.”

“Did the court also command, she watch as the pear was removed,
and her entrails pulled out, and placed in a bucket?”

The barrister for the accused had no answer to this.

“May it please the court the victim of this crime most foul,
was in fact the Reality Lords co chair on the central committee.”
“Is this true?”
Weasel-eyes nodded minutely.
“He did this often?”
“348 times” the Crown prosecution responded.

Vin briefly thought of Beatrice and the steering committee

staying up nights thinking of ways to make him miserable.
No! an unworthy thought he pushing it away.

“And after simulated personalities were offered to him,

software they would scream and kick vigorously, but would
not suffer as an exact copy of a human being would?”

“ 41 times”

Vin began speaking

“You have been convicted of 41 counts of premeditated murder
under special circumstances.
However the court wishes that this be placed in a larger context,
approximately 10,000 Reality Lords made exact copies of themselves,
avatars, beings who could not even know they were copies.
Despite protests from the hobbits, and two hundred fellow travelers you
proceeded to load these souls into realities where they would meet
horrible fates.”
“How many slices did the defendant have on his frame?”
“221” the Crown prosecution responded
“Okay, let's call that a hundred, 100 times 10,000 is one million”
“How many times did he kill that poor lady?”
“469”
“Okay, we'll make that a hundred as well.”
“One million times one hundred if one hundred million, a lot of blood
for one person to have on their hands”

“Justice would be served if we reloaded you, in place of your victims,

and limit the experience to only the last ten minutes of their lives.
You can relive all that and about 31 continuous years.”
The defendant had slumped to his knees.
“Mercy we beg the court for mercy.” Weasel-eyes cried.

“The court is amenable, to discussions of mercy,

but first we will dispense with the facts.
Does either of you dispute any of this?”

Both men stood silent

“All right, while the court is discussing leniency,

let it be clearly understood, what things we are overlooking.
We have been discussing one hundred million wrongful deaths
on one computer frame, however the defendant
has been the leader of a civilization that has
committed atrocities on an unprecedented scale.
While it will take the hobbits many years to
get an exact accounting, we can say with certainty
approximately one trillion individuals have died
unpleasantly in the last three thousand years of your reign.

The hobbits clearly should indict themselves for

criminal negligence, in handing godlike powers to
civil servants.

Civil servants, now there is an oxymoron if there ever was one!

Vin thought.

The defendant will not be held accountable for the one trillion.
The defendant will not be held accountable for the one hundred million.
The defendant will not be held accountable for the wrongful deaths
of anyone but himself.
He will not be held accountable for the wrongful deaths of his
avatars before software simulations became available.

“Do either of you have anything to say before sentence is pronounced?”

The two men stood mute.

“The defendant is sentenced to relive the last five minutes

of the life of every one of his avatars who died after software
simulations made their deaths unnecessary and inexcusable.”

“Do either of you have anything to say before sentence carried out?”
The two men stood mute.

They turned their heads as they felt a wave of warm air

hit them from behind, the hot air had the smell of rotten eggs
sulfur from deep underground.

Vin was standing behind them, he had maraschino red

skin, horns and a long prehensile tale with a barb on the end.
To either side of him for two gigantic hulking men with hairy chests.
It was impossible to tell whether or not they had grim expressions.
Their heads covered with black leather hoods, with eyes slits.

They dragged the screaming prisoner away.

___________________

Vin found himself back on the tile floor of his kitchen.

“Oh there you are” Lady Kathy declared

“I have been looking all over for you,
it's Thursday, people will be arriving soon,
your lady friend from the Family Association,
will be here with her son.
We have decided he will be the guest of honor.
Your mother will be here of course, and the
CEO with his daughter, Young Leopard and his wife.
I've told young sister, to wear her schoolgirl outfit,
with no underwear. I told her to leave the pig home
as he is not appropriate for a family get-together.
The guest of honor will get to pick whether he wants to
slide Little Sister's skirt up, or undress a motel maid.
You Need to call Beatrice and tell her whether to
wear white or black, and you need to ....... “

Vin smiled, it was good to be home.

___________________

Vin did not stay long.

“Hello central.” he said

Vin reached out with a hand he didn't have,
he pulled on something that wasn't there.

It was an elegant Edwardian men's club,

late in the evening, the gaslights were hissing imperceptibly,
giving an excellent warm light.

Vin was talking to the gentleman seated opposite him.

“So I want to know the nature of reality.”
“That's a trivial pursuit, that hasn't troubled anyone
since the ancient Greeks.”

“No, no, this reality” Vin waved his hands indicating everything.
I'm a computer guy, we do: If, then, else.”
“I know this 'slice' around me is not real,
but how can I prove it?”

“OK” James said

“Explain record locking to me”

Thats easy Vin said

“Seven guys want to update a database,
six of them are going to be disappointed,
their changes exist only for milliseconds,
the guy who types the slowest wins.
Number seven's changes become permanent”

“So we have record locking, six of the seven

stand in line, waiting their turn, like Fleet Week.
All seven get their permanent changes.”

“Very good, keep the concept of record locking

in your mind we will get back to it.”

“Moments ago a butler passed by on your left,

he was holding a silver tray with a brandy snifter on it.
If we start looking at object classes inside the reality generator,
we will see many marvelous things.

The silver tray is a solid, the silver atoms

vibrate thermally, but are fixed in place.
The brandy snifter is not a solid, it is an
object class of supercooled liquid.
On our timescale however it is solid.
Inside the glass is a silicon and an oxygen atom,
they are ionically bound.
Around the silicon atom is an electron,
that has recently been struck by a photon.
It has acquired energy and is zooming around.

How much energy, zooming how far?

Now we have a problem.
Up until now everything has been an item in a database,
look it up, read it, write it, no problem.
But a reality generator cannot run continuous
position and energy calculations on every electron in the universe,
there would be no time for anything else.
So the reality generator cheats, each electron is a 'cloud',
no precise calculations are needed.

If you want to get laboratory equipment and get pissy about it

the reality generator will accommodate you.
It does so with the most nasty of all record locking.
The electron cloud is locked pending a subroutine call.
You have a finite amount of time to spend calculating
energy with great precision.
You get off making room for the next guy in line, after you have
used up ninety percent of the time available with your energy calculation.
The next guy has very little time to calculate the position of the electron,
because you have used up most of the time, calculating energy.
The universe is not standing still while all of this is going on.

This is the poly-exclusion principle.

“The poly-exclusion principle is an elaborate way to deny record locking is taking place.”

“That still does not explain how I can test.”

“Were getting close bare with me.”

“Explain Schroedinger's cat to me.”

“Well the cat is in the box, neither alive, nor dead.

When the observer looks through the eyepiece,
the wave function collapses, and the cat either
lives or dies.”

“Normally the need for the eyepiece, it is explained away

as the universe is a bashful naked teenage girl who
is aware you are trying to stare at her privates.
She collapses the wave function immediately, to limit your enjoyment.

“I ask you this: does a brick care if you stare at it?”

“Then how can a universe made out of inanimate matter know
you are looking, or care if you are looking?”

Vin had no answer for this.

“Okay here is your one line test.”

“If your universe has Schroedinger's cat,

you are living inside an artificial reality.

[ Appendix ]

Esoteric information not found elsewhere.

In the early days of the Lazarus virus, all of the learned

talking heads predicted with absolute certainty, the end of religion.
There were no dissenting votes.
If you are lucky enough to find one of these early treatises in the
un-cataloged section of your university library.
They make fascinating reading.

Not one of them predicted the emergence of faith based Ladies Clubs.

A gentleman visiting a faith based Ladies Club,

must, at the bare minimum, be dressed in
a white shirt, necktie, sport coat, and slacks.
He is expected to wear polished shoes.
Once he has been buzzed through the outer door,
the next hurdle, is the membership card.

Unless the gentleman is recognized, he must sign a

membership card outlining, in great detail,
what deities, minor deities, Saints, virgins,
and Prophets he believes in.
If there is any doubt, he will be asked to read aloud.

All of this is the result of one fall semester, where every

fraternity house on the continent required new initiates
to visit Christian Ladies Clubs as part of fraternity hazing week.

Once he is deemed suitable the gentleman will be

led immediately to the next available room.
There is no socializing, no "invitations."
There will be a hangar, for his perfectly creased trousers.
The lady if she has not already done so she will, at this point,
climb on to the padded medical examination table.
Being careful not to tear the temporary layer of paper.

She would place her heels in the gynecological metal stirrups.

Her vagina at the edge of the table, allowing the man
to penetrate her, as he stands between the stirrups.
Only their genitalia touch.

Medical clinics and nunneries dispensed with men altogether.

Devout women have a tube inserted.
A machine would be turned on.
One cc of semen would be pumped into her vagina.
Lazarus is deliriously happy, with the semen from
one hundred men.
Lazarus can not tell a penis from a pipette.

All ladies wear a "garment" a cross between grandpas

Long Johns, and a hospital gown, although not as sexy
as a hospital gown.
In the excitement of the moment the gown may ride up
exposing a belly button, but never breasts.

The walls are covered with religious images, text

and framed admonishments, that "inappropriate"
touching and language will not be tolerated.

Most ladies turned their heads away.

They never smile, or move their hips.
They move their lips, praying silently.
Some ladies bring one of their husbands,
white cotton, handkerchiefs.
They unfold the white rectangle
carefully placing it over their face.
White cotton photo technician gloves were always provided,
so gentleman could avoid inappropriate touching.
In some establishments the gloves are required.

Naturally, only gentleman with deep and abiding

faith, will sign the membership card.

The frat boys, long since returned to swallowing goldfish.

Religion is alive and well post Lazarus, thank you very much.
___________________

These same people who predicted the end of religion,

also predicted that Lazarus would end prostitution.
Not surprisingly this prediction was also one hundred eighty degrees
out of phase.
To be sure the old-fashioned, expensive, run by organized crime
sort of establishment did indeed fade away.

What the talking heads failed to account for are cultures where
the little woman is expected to stay at home baking pies and cookies.

Lazarus could care less one way or the other, this however does
transfer responsibility for the medical necessity to the man.
In the Moslem world, and in parts of Midwestern North America,
you can find communities with no volunteer Ladies Clubs.

In these cultures you find, resident Ladies Clubs.

Whorehouses if you're not into mincing words.
Volunteer Ladies Clubs are social institutions, women get together,
to exchange news and enjoy each other's company, the medical necessity
it's almost a side issue.
( At least they pretend it is. )
Residents Ladies Clubs are more efficient, fewer ladies, smaller facilities,
lower over all cost.
Faster inventory turns an MBA might say.

The whorehouse is alive and well post Lazarus.

___________________

Do not hop into a taxicab in San Francisco asking for a

"men's club" at least not if you are expecting dignified
gentlemen, with mutton chop sideburns.
In London there is a possibility of finding what you seek, in
San Francisco you will be delivered to an entirely different
sort of establishment.
In the early days of the Lazarus, boyish looking girls found
they could earn fantastic money trading on their looks.
There has always been elements of the population, who complain
loudly that Lazarus is homophobic.
Lazarus is a networked entity, he lives in the interconnect, he is dynamic data.
Lazarus looks for his dynamic data, as coded protein.
And he looks for this coded protein, inside the female human body. *
Swallowing , hides information from Lazarus, as digestive enzymes
denature the protein before he can read it.
Other than that Lazarus doesn't care.
Lazarus, being a network, communicates asynchronously, and
bidirectionally.
Male to female, is intuitive, sperm is the network packet.
Female to male is less intuitive, Lazarus communicates as
a venereal disease.
This takes time, premature ejaculator's need to hang in there
and make small talk for three or four minutes.
Lazarus is not prudish, anal sex, vaginal sex all the same.

Very soon, specialized equipment appeared on the market,

helping boyish looking girls plie their trade.
Vaginal plugs appeared. On insertion, you pull on the tab,
( the penis and testicles ) which makes the device long and slender,
as the pull tab is released, springs relax, causing the plug to
become short, fat and lodging securely in place.
Synthetic flesh covers the mouth of the vagina, a small fox
boys penis and testicles adorn the outside.
Girls new to the trade wrap an ace bandage around their breasts
and wear a T-shirt.
Men who were unwilling or unable to meet Lazarus half way,
in the anus of a boyish looking girl with fox penis, grew old and died.

• bonobo chimpanzees, can also be infected with, the Lazarus virus.

A Davis Strait veterinarian, was the first to report this in a scientific journal.
___________________

Sex on cruise ships

Pre-Lazarus cruise ships put hysterical effort into entertaining

their guests.
Post-Lazarus they still did, the only change is sex is now regarded
as entertainment, that is to say a necessity, as cruise directors view things.

The easiest way to deal with your medical necessity, is the room service option.
Guests sit at the data port and insert their cruise card,
bringing up the cruise ship homepage.
Click on medical necessity.
Sub menus give a plethora of options, schedule at a certain time,
view images, request a menage de twa, etc. etc.
If you're in a hurry or don't care, click on next available.
If you are female, there will be a knock on the door
in a few minutes.
Men receive a map quest, detailing how to find the ladies cabin.

The next option is the Ladies Club, all cruise ships have them.
Women get their hair done, put on their favorite dress and perfume,
to sit at a small table waiting for a gentleman to join them.
Larger cruise ships have multiple Ladies Clubs, for people
more comfortable with the dance hall format.
Increasingly, cruise ships will rent circa 1880 dance hall dresses,
for women who did not bring their own.

The third option is, back to the data port, click on medical necessity
ignoring the big next available icon, look for the small
Roman icon. If you don't have any special needs,
one inside the Roman page, click on next available.
The computer program will add you to the list.
Men generally find the concept of an orgy, less intimidating
then women do.
This is a fortunate coincidence as cruise ship programs will try
for a minimum of four to one, men to women as it builds a list.
When a sufficient numbers and ratios are achieved, wristwatches
will vibrate, and cell phones will chirp.
The “regularly scheduled” orgy, featured in the brochure, is about to begin.

Cruise operator marketing people are fast studies, they have to be.
As soon as the industry began delivering “singles only”
cruises to Davis Strait, every marketing VP
spent a week there. ( At company expense. )
Studying “market opportunities”.
They found their market.
It makes no sense to fly people halfway around the world,
load them on a boat, and haul them to the middle of an ocean,
so they can have sex.
All cruise operators have old boats destined for the breakers.
These old, small, obsolete boats got a new lease on life.

Cruise companies began aggressively marketing the concept

of the “separate vacation.”
There were two products, the weekend cruise to no where,
and a five day midweek cruise to no where.

The web pages were designed to appeal to men,

that is to say pornographic and explicit.
These were true the economy cruises.
There were no shuffleboard term tournaments, no first-run movies,
the cruise director did not knock over a wooden horse
and shoot it with a cap gun.
There was no first night out gala tuxedo ball.
There was no formal dining, no sitting at the Captain's table.
People never saw the Captain. More accurately they never realized
it was the captain next to them.
( Cruise operators did not attempt to enforce “no sex with guests”
rules under these conditions. )

Women got to cruise for free.

Women's web pages were graphic and explicit as well,
there were images of women fornicating on their backs,
with twenty naked men, watching, waiting their turn.
(The caption noted the male to female ratio was
between one in ten and one in twenty )

Women who liked this sort of thing could

“audition” with the cruise director for a permanent staff position.
They would get a private cabin, room and board, and a small stipend.
They did not get to see the world, the whorehouse began servicing customers
while the boat was still tied up, the captain would take his ship
over the horizon, and slowly steam in circles for two to five days,
before returned to port.

After trying “free whores” everyone eventually adopted Vin's solution.

Vin had done what very few men ever do, he single handedly
changed society.
Western civilization now had “two bit whores” as a cultural norm.

___________________

OTECs are free floating city states, enjoying the rights of free navigation.
As long as they are more than three miles offshore, and are not vacuuming up
manganese nodules, or fishing, they have the right of passage.
Tethered OTECs with square miles of fish farms surrounding them
are able to turn micro nutrients from the deep ocean in to fish protein.
Free-floating OTECs with their limited internal lagoon volume are unable to convert
any but the smallest fraction of the deep ocean micro nutrients, as a result they
leave behind them an enormous plankton bloom, and fishing bonanza.
Fishing boats from many nations used to follow OTECs like remora fish.

On shore liberals would die rather than refer to free-floating OTECs

as a "public good."
Chief amongst these unmentioned good deeds is carbon sequestration.
Phytoplankton thrive in the nutrient rich water, most are not eaten by
larger lifeforms, live their lives to completion, and die carrying countless
billions of tons of carbon in their exoskeletons, the bottom of the ocean,
forming chalk deposits for future eons.
One free floating OTEC offsets the carbon emissions of an entire industrial city.

While there were plenty of "tethered" OTECs providing electrical power

to their onshore owners, these were not considered true OTECs by citizens
of the free-floating city states.

Free-floating OTECs are made up of multiple independent sections,

each section is a free-floating sea-crete barge, giant pseudo-concrete
cake pans, each one, two to four times the volume of a football stadium.
They are linked together, usually in two parallel rows, forming a central,
lagoon or harbor. The bow and stern section connected the two rows
protecting the lagoon from direct wave action. The stern section can be
temporarily decoupled on one side allowing it to swing out of the way,
like a horizontal drawbridge, allowing large vessels access to the central harbor.
Smaller vessels of sufficiently shallow draft to make a zigzag course
through the channel around the stern section and arrive in the
central harbor without fanfare.

Locally produced magnesium wire is placed in the ocean, and DC current

is applied.
Calcium and other materials from the salt water accretion onto the wire mesh,
in time growing monumental structures.
The sections are linked together, with giant pin's, that have a cross-section
like a bow tie, the ends are larger in diameter, than the center.
These round ends, are locked in to circular key ways, cast into, each end, of the giant
cake pans.
These giant locking pins, are the OTECs storm shelter, in an emergency,
they act as lifeboats.

Cruise ship OTEC love boats do not use ammonia turbans.

Fish processing OTECs carry many tones, of anhydrous ammonia, for the power turbans.
They have secondary turbines that are ammonia free.
The warm surface ocean water boils in a partial vacuum and the low-pressure steam
turns the power turbine, and is then condensed into liquid water, on the heat exchanger
surface plates kept cold by the deep ocean water.
All OTECs have two or more direct action turbans,
as they are the soul source of fresh water.
It is necessary to bubble air through this OTEC water, "flat" OTEC water
is undrinkable, cows and pigs, will dehydrate if offered untreated OTEC water.
Modern love boats ( OTECs who earn their living as cruise ships) have
only direct action steam turbines. Older boats in the cruise ship business
convert their turbans as money becomes available.

Having a hermetically sealed, safe environment, close at hand, proved

to be prudent, as OTEC civilization developed.
In fact there are contractual obligations
to do so, if one wants to get into the tourist business.
These shelters can be ballasted down, sinking deeply enough,
so the, locking arms are no longer trapped in their circular restraints, decoupling the OTEC.
If anyone of the three sections ( two barges and one key ) happened to sink, the decoupling
will occur automatically. A free-floating OTECs is a giant concrete version of
Thore Hideralls con tiki balsa wood raft, and works as well in warm tropical waters as the original.

OTEC sections regardless of their size, keep close to the original biblical
proportions of 30 by 17 by 12 units, and as a result do quite well floating freely
upon a stormy sea.
The keys are symmetrical, either arm can be pointing forward, locking
two sections together like a ball sockets in hip joints.
The big sections however are asymmetrical, having an inter and an outer side.
The inner side faces the lagoon, and is not designed to resist wave action.
The outer side is the famous "parking garage" always visited,
on an escorted walk, by first-time tourists.
You need to take a small boat ride around the OTEC to get a good view
of the parking garage.
It does indeed, at least viewed from the side, resemble its land bound name sake.
An open sided forest of columns, each row of triangular columns, is offset from
the adjacent row.
Any wave passing between two columns, will run head-on
into the column in the row behind.
The columns gradually become smaller and more numerous
as one gets deeper into the forest. Passive resistance.
At no point does the wave have anything of substance to attack.
In time a mangrove swamp will grow on top of the sea-crete substrate,
adding a naturally evolved, defense in depth against storm driven waves.

On the third generation OTECs land area behind the parking garage,
is given over to pasture, and orchards, this is a final line of defense
against that one in one hundred trillion, hundred foot wave.

It is the land behind the pastures, that is given to the high-rise buildings.
There are two reasons for this, one is economics, OTECs land is scarce
therefore valuable, making vertical structures economically viable.
The second is naval architectural necessity, the need to catch the wind.
OTECs are giant sailboats, they sailed very slowly, although they don't
necessarily go anywhere in particular.
But this does not mean they are not sailing however.
It is a survival issue to maintain headway and steerage.
Ocean currents alone, would put an OTECs aground,
if random chance determined the course.
Tourists marvel that there is no rudder.
The cold water inlet pipe(s) on OTEC extend a quarter of a mile vertically
into the ocean, these inlet pipes are made of flexible fabric, and would
flop around, like an airport wind stock, if they were not stayed,
with substantial cables extending downward at an angle, from the bow
and the two sterns.
Large sea-crete keel boards are ballasted up or down along the center line
both ahead of and behind the inlets.
Increasing or decreasing the area of these keel boards, a head of or behind,
the vessels center of pressure, will cause the tac angle to change.
OTECs are steared, by keel boards not rudders.
Wind surfers understand the process as they too, stear without a rudder.
Although they vary the center of pressure above the keel, which works just as well
as varying the center of pressure below the keel.
Imagine a Portuguese man of war jellyfish and you have the basic shape.
From the high-rise building, wind catching crest on top, to
multiple dangling cold water sucking tendrils hanging below.
Davis Strait has an architectural feature found on only a small number of new
OTECs. An extra wide moving sidewalk at the mezzanine level looking down
on the grand promenade, this moving sidewalk makes a race track oval loop,
around the entire segment.
There are true sidewalk cafés dotted along its length.
One could finish a watercress sandwich, and a pot of mint tea, before the sidewalk
makes a complete loop of the promenade area.
These sidewalk cafés are immensely popular with tourists.
At the insistences of the merchants, there are large displays reminiscent of
European train schedules, that tell people, where their favorite café is at the moment.
With some 3600 meters of sidewalk moving at 1 meter per second an
unlucky person could wait for an hour, before their favorite cafe came into view.

Typhoons and hurricanes are creatures of the corryallice force, produced by

the Earths spinning rotation, this force produces hurricanes, as well
as the trade winds.
The force falls to zero on the equator, producing the doldrums,
dreaded by ancient mariners.
New OTECs, with a mortgage to pay off, will sail further north or
south from the equator during hurricane season.
Older OTECs stay closer to the equator during hurricane season.
They trick is to be just far enough north or south to be at the very edge
of the trade winds, allowing the OTECs tack back to the safety of the
equator if a storm should approach.

Ammonium nitrate is the cash crop of free-floating OTECs, early

futurists missed this completely, being convinced,
that tethered OTECs would feed the world's poor,
with fish flower, and shrimp paste.
(Most OTECs don't sell any fish product at all, they import fish products.)
Ammonia ( Nh3 ) is a product of air (nitrogen) water (source of the h3) and energy.
Nitric acid (NO3 ) is produced by passing an electric current through damp air.
OTECs have an abundance of electric power and no way to export it.
They do however have access to limitless quantities of air, water and electricity.
Reacting nitric acid and ammonia gives ammonium nitrate.
A valuable plant food and condensed form of energy.
It gives the OTECs an indirect way of exporting their excess electric power.
It is this ammonium nitrate that feeds the world's poor.
You hardly ever find a reference to this however.
Ammonium nitrate is the chemical precursor to most forms, of commercial explosive.
This puts OTECs whether they like it or not, in the armaments business,
and causes tree huggers to ignore any good OTECs do.

Being the enemy of the greenness, is further exacerbated by a perceptual problem.

The last days of the North American empire was not a happy time for
gun owners. The fastest and easiest way to divine, true intent of any
"central planner" is to ask how they feel about guns in the hands of
private citizens.
Rarely thou is this issue expressed in such stark terms.

Men would tell their wives: “Honey we are selling everything and moving to an OTEC.
Where our children and grandchildren can grow up free.”
As opposed to saying honey: “I am putting you and the children through considerable hardship
so I can sport about with a sixgun on my hip, like Wyatt Earp.”

While it is a perfectly legal to carry a sixgun on your hip on the Davis Straight,
outside of Western Town, Main Street P2, you will rarely see it done.
There is an unspoken understanding that making the tourists uneasy is bad for business.
Emigrate to a fish processing OTEC, if wearing a sixgun on your hip is important to you.

During this period in history one could argue that the main cash crop
OTECs produced for export, was more OTECs segments, to accommodate
an ever increasing flood of immigrants.
OTECs have a marvelous political safety valve denied to their shore-based cousins,
when the social pressures resulting from liberal immigration policies,
builds to the level of causing genuine tension.
You just vote the new guys off the island.
OTECs reproduce in an amoeba like fashion, one large OTECs,
decouples, rearranges, and two small OTECs emerge.
Sometimes multiple OTECs would converge in an orgy
of buying and selling OTECs segments to produce a new OTEC
literally overnight.

Most liberals stayed behind, and as a result suffered greatly as the state
"withered away" (collapsed in food riots).
Surviving liberals, being unable to criticize themselves, even by indirection,
tended to view all OTEC riders as being a "bunch of cowboys"
who make bombs for dictators,
People who care more for their guns, than they care about the poor and
unfortunate of the world.

Perhaps there is a grain of truth, to this characterization.

OTECs suffer an ongoing and incurable problem resulting from the predation of pirates,
necessitating that all OTEC citizens be, either well armed, or willing to be enslaved.

The Davis Straight had a small cash of Mark 48 obsolete torpedoes.

And four 155 mm Swedish built rapid fire cannon systems.
As well as surprising number of twin 30 caliber Browning's in armored, powered
cupolas positioned to have a good field of fire.
All of this is carefully out of sight, both as a security concern, and to avoid
upsetting any visiting tourists.
Davis Straight is a "love boat" its source of income being happy tourists

The backbone of defense for all free floating OTECs is their fully armed citizenry.
It is impossible to apply for a OTEC citizenship, without agreeing to
participate in the local militia.
First-generation OTECs had some ugly experiences
with being captured and tethered.
Their citizens enslaved, or expelled as stateless penniless person's.

OTECs, as the early futurists predicted, do indeed feed the world.

They "grow" smaller versions of their OTECs segments.
These small sections are sail driven bulk carrier's, transporting the
dry ammonium nitrate pellets to market.
These ponderous vessels never leave the trade winds, and have no trouble
navigating successfully to their destination, depending on wind alone.
This is aided by the fact that they never enter harbor.
Like large petroleum supertankers, they attach bow on,
to giant offshore buoys, where the product
is vacuumed from their hold and pumped ashore.

Some OTECs are not even this proactive, depending on free agent nitrate buyers
to rendezvous with them at sea, coming alongside with an offer to purchase.
Love boats of course do not produce any ammonium nitrate at all,
nor do they sell fish products.
They make love not war.

Aphrodite Temples are located as often as not

on Greek Islands, the first citizen had elevated
his own personality to the status of a living God,
These island retreats are populated by priests and priestesses
who worship him.
For a fat fee couples could, spend a month or more on one of these islands,
eating fruit from the sacred trees, and drinking from the sacred spring,
with the hope of conceiving a child.
Couples are successful in this endeavor in sufficient numbers to
offset the death rate resulting from accidents and suicides.
Without this small but steady flow of new pregnancies the
population would decline slowly and mankind would disappear.

People do not often refer to it, but the Lazarus virus is capable of bestowing favors.
Lazarus can directly stimulate the human pleasure center in the brain, and will do so
on special occasions as part of a sexual orgasm.
This is in direct proportion to the DNA updates between partners.
Lazarus works hard to maintain its database of human diseases,
and the changes, to the human immune system necessary to keep mankind healthy.
Lazarus, therefore rewards people who bring updates from far far away.

This was a great bone to the travel business, and encourages people to vacation.
OTEC love boats are a clean well lighted place for sex with strangers.
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Davis Straight also draws income from its status as a banking haven,
initially this had been more a matter of principle than of economics.

The original Davis Straight founding members, were escaping from a

political system where there was a death penalty for undeclared
foreign bank accounts.
So it was not surprising the Davis Straight great charter,
allowed for considerable financial freedoms, including
financial privacy.
In time others came to view these freedoms as an opportunity.
The number of nominee director corporations, and the bank balances of
number of accounts grew to the point, banking was second only tourism
for bringing income to the OTEC.

OTEC civilization lacks any pretense at having a government that

"takes care" of its citizens in their old age.
As a result OTEC citizens have some of the highest saving rates
in the world.
Banking schemes that prey upon local citizens are not well received.

OTEC citizens tend to be a conservative lot, somewhat in the early Swiss

model.
This is reflected in the currency The OTEC Confederation
represents virtually all floating OTEC city states and has a gold currency.

That is to say the coins contain gold, not pieces of paper, backed by gold.
Most OTEC gold coins resemble casino tokens, metal inserts, with a
plastic perimeter, allow machines to count and sort the coins automatically.
In the center of the coin is the gold alloy. For some small value coins
the amount of gold in the alloy is very small.
All coins are based on a percentage of one troy ounce.
1/1000 troy ounce, is one gold. Or just gold.
The largest coin is the one troy ounce bullion coin.
These coins are sold in large numbers to people living in
paper currency based societies, where the government is free to
over issue paper bank notes.
Tourists seem fascinated by the idea that they can manage without
paper bills issued by a government.
All though, they universally refer to the standard
one 1000th Troy ounce coin, as "one credit."

That is not to say there is no paper money, tourists invariably visit

the lobby of the Confederation Bank, fascinated by the good delivery bar
and it's paper certificate inside the glass case.
The good delivery bar is identified by a serial number,
which is duplicated on the paper certificate.
During the first year it is issued the certificate can be redeemed
at full value, they will either hand, you the 22 pound gold bar itself,
or an equivalent value in paper rectangles of your choice.
Each year after that the certificate loses a small portion of its value,
equal to the storage cost the bank incurs storing and insuring the gold bar.
After few century's or so without redemption, the certificate has no value
and a new one is issued.
These good delivery certificates, have proven to be more popular
than bearer bonds, with people who for whatever reason, need
a kings ransom in a briefcase.

The Confederation bank is the only real bank on board, real being defined as
having a bank vault full of real money.
The other five banks are "private banks" who secretly send a courier to the
Confederation bank when one of their numbered account holders shows up
with a suitcase full of paper money.
All Confederation banks are branches of each other, and insure each other.
Few people would want a 22 pound gold, paper certificate if the, bank issuing it,
could sink into the Marianas trench, under seven miles of water.
That all large denomination OTEC paper notes, are redeemable at
any OTEC Confederation bank, this is what gives them their worldwide value.

The private banks, on OTECs are the ones shore-based governments are
always grumbling about.
Shore-based governments also seem especially upset with nominee director corporations.
These are interesting corporate structures, which tend to get skipped over in shore-based
high school text books.
If an individual residing in shore-based nation, buys seven shares of a well-known national
corporation, and does not take delivery of the stock certificates, leaving them in the hands of the
brokerage house, therefore no public record is generated.
( Shore based brokerage houses are required by law to rat out their clients,
so one should not confuse "no public record" with "anonymous transaction.")
It's just you, as a private citizen, cannot search public records to find that
Joe Smith now owns seven shares of gogo Cola Co.
You can however find the officers of record,
( president, secretary treasurer, treasurer, etc.) of gogo Cola Co.
With an OTEC nominee director corporation, the "officers of record"
of the corporation are local law clerks, working for local private bank
and trust companies.
The other 97 or so shares in the corporation, are bearer shares, issued in blanch.
These blank corporate certificates normally spend their life in a safety deposit box
in the vault of the Confederation bank.
Who ever has access to the box owns and controls a corporation which
can have millions of troy ounces in net worth.

Probably, number two in popularity, after gold on display, with most tourists
is the shooting range.
All of the weapons for rent have suppressors, what the average tourist
would call a silencer.
OTECs are high density cities, the sound of 25 Japanese tourists blazing away
with Tommy guns would be unacceptable.
Most astounding of all, from the tourist point of view, is these weapons are for sale.
Davis Strait makes its own brand of greece guns, Browning automatic rifles and
the classic Tommy gun with drum magazines.
All of these weapons are threaded for suppressors, which are also for sale.
In the OTEC tradition the serial number on each weapon
is a small clear plastic decal which, with some effort, can be peeled
away living the weapon completely free of unique identifying numbers.
Visitors find all this fantastically hard to accept.

The Davis Strait, to its credit, gives each tourist purchasing

gold coins and weapons a CD copy of the great charter
and a brochure in their native language listing criminal penalties.

The CD is provided by what the wags refer to this as the "OTEC Gideon Society."
The brochure goes on to remind people that citizens returning to "civilized"
nations from an OTEC vacation, are subject to vigorous search,
and the mere possession of these items can be punishable by death.
Persons with large weapon and gold purchases, to be delivered
to private yachts in the central harbor, are not given a brochure.

Tourists seem titillated with the perceived lawless nature of Davis Strait,
and other "great charter" OTEC city states.
Not all free-floating OTECS have a great charter, but the ones that do,
prohibit laws and legislators.
The law of the land is English common law, which outlaws, burglary, rape,
robbery, and most anything else the average person would consider criminal.

Two elements are recognized, as being an essential.

part of any criminal act: initiating force, and/or initiating fraud,
to produce a victim.
The great charter demands of all courts, verify the victim is present,
and that force or fraud may have been used against this victim.
If these elements are not present legal action can not proceed.

It can, for example, never be an illegal act, under a great charter,

for an individual to own gold.
Simple possession, lacking human interaction, can not involve initiating force or fraud.
The great charter, explicitly forbids "victim less crimes" in any shape or form.
99.997% of all laws issued by shore-based governments disappear
under the protection of a great charter.

Great charter courts and the jury's are given a free hand in
understanding the circumstances of an alleged offense.
Once the court has established to its satisfaction that a victim
is present, and may have had force or fraud visited upon them,
and court costs have been guaranteed, the case is accepted,
and the trial begins.
There is an absence of legal rules and regulations, the courts job
it is to find facts, unencumbered by legal technicalities.
Courts are explicitly charged with the duty of dispensing restitution
and/or retribution.
The last part generates considerable comment from shore-based
"legal scholars."
Great charter courts have a duty to the victim to seek restitution,
to attempt return to the conditions existing before the crime was committed.
Failing this the court has a duty to punish the perpetrator.
This is an inescapable consequence to the great charter provision forbidding
"socialized jurisprudence."
There are no, publicly funded prisons in which one can "rehabilitate" anyone.
As the absolute right to "self-medication" is one of the cornerstones
of the great charter, the large number of prisoners doing time for
"drug offenses" and other victim less crimes vastly reduces the
need for tax financed prisons.

On those OTECs which have private prisons, tourists line up to purchase

tickets, so they can gawk at wife killers and other sociopathic
celebrities housed in transparent sided cells.
Work camp private prisons, where the less notorious work to pay off
their debt to their victims, do not tend to attract curious tourists.

Criminals who are not notorious, and cannot or will not work, are put to death.
Shore-based liberals are perpetually incensed by the practice
of great charter societies, to charge admission to public executions
with the proceeds going to the victims, or there surviving relatives.

Shore-based courts do not tend to recognize either victims, or their suffering,

the law book is the injured party.
Perpetrators are not punished they are "rehabilitated" in graduate schools
for felons and released.
The victims are ignored.

The motivation behind creating the great charter

was to close down the "legal loophole factory" a special interest
shopping mall, also known as "the legislature."
As the aggregate of these purchased loopholes constitutes a war
on the middle class, eliminating the loophole factory produced an
instant and measurable increase in the standard of living.

Tourists seem to view all this with the cautious excitement

they would normally reserve for stepping through the door
of a time machine to visit the Wild West in the 1880s.

The Great charter is an unusual document, previous attempts

at protecting individual rights from government encroachment,
had been recorded on mediums like stretched animal skin,
stored in a box of argon.
The great charter was developed and released on a CD in HTML,
hypertext markup language, it came in three parts.
Part one the short and sweet part, ten amendments
with phrases like "rights shall not be infringed."
Part two the definitions, if an individual has an inalienable
right to gun ownership, what precisely is a gun?
Part three, miscellaneous ramblings by the authors,
whose motivation was to give future scholars, looking for
the "founders intent" their thoughts and reasoning
in plain language.
Some of the original framers used this part of the document
as an opportunity to ask for favors.
One asked that the UNIX operating system be used by the
registrar of voters keep votes on display during an election.

Every third word in the document is a

hypertext link to some other part of the document.
First time readers of the great charter, expect
it will be a radical, Darwinian, "market is always right",
document, and are astounded to find a list of professions,
unsuited to capitalism.
Finance and medicine, lead the list and generate the majority of comments.
The document criminalize (gives individuals the right to sue)
any person's using limited liability corporations to do business
in these "restricted" professions.
Personal proprietorships, where the owner is local,
owns property, and assumes unlimited financial liability, is the
first form.
The "mutual Corp." is the second form.
The only way to buy stock in a mutual insurance company
is to take out a policy with the insurance company.
It is the policy holders who select the board of directors,
and have a direct say in company policy.
Profit is never the motive in deciding whether or not to pay a claim.

Private banks, and medical corporations are often

of the first form.
Public Banks and insurance companies, with their
large capital requirements, are often of the second form.
Insurance companies are special institutions, under a
great charter form of government.
As "socialized jurisprudence" is expressly forbidden
something must take its place.
That something is the individual litigation insurance policy.
Individuals maintain these policies in the hope that if they
become a crime victim, their insurance company will stand
behind them in their hour of need.
All great charter jurisprudence insurance companies,
engage in charitable work.
Winos and other indigent persons who become victims of crime
find that they are not without legal recourse.
This is an effective form of advertisement.
An insurance company defending the helpless, will surely
step forward for a needy policy holder.
Sometimes computing insurance companies will step forward,
in an effort to make their competitors look bad.
Paradoxically having no government guarantee to
“social justice” actually seems to deliver social justice.

The uninformed often wonder why OTEC private bankers

have a reputation for being so ultraconservative, or why
OTEC medical clinics have a reputation for being, so
precise and correct, in the giving of medical services.

Critics of the system claim that the true Wall Street

risk-taking personality type, will be repelled by these
restrictions and refuse to do business under such a system.
Proponents of the system responds with:
“And the problem is?”

About one in a thousand tourists, will ask how it is possible

without laws and regulatory agencies, do you keep bad people
in the lending business, from preying upon the poor?
The framers of the great charter were refugees from a police state,
and were well acquainted with the practices. lenders will engage in
with unrestrained government giving them free rein.

Three things restrain the greedy and unprincipled, the first is the corporate structure
all lending institutions are mutual nonprofit corporation.
The credit card holders, are the stockholders, and select the board of directors.
The second impediment comes from section three of the great charter,
where the framers made suggestions, and ask for favors.
It was suggested that lending institutions be required, to accept
deposits at a rate that is 2 1/2 percent below their lending rate.
This has a curious effect, if the institution charges userous rates,
it will attract a flood of capital, which on the surface, seems to be
rewarding bad behavior.
The catch is, the institution can not sustain the high premiums,
they have contracted to pay, for renting capital at a high rate.
As they are obligated to accept these deposits,
the only way they can limit them to amounts that are not ruinous,
is to keep their rates in line with the market.
The third thing is trade associations, there are three principal
trade associations, in the insurance industry, all three
require that companies in good standing with the association
must along with many other things obey the 2 1/2% rule.
At the very top of the trade association food chain, are the big three
who produce the decal and logo found on almost every merchants
door.
There are in fact, three competing chambers of commerce Sociétés in
OTEC civilization.
A statistically significant percentage of OTEC citizens will not do business
with any business that is not a member of one of these associations.
There are of course some people who ignore best practices
and insist on doing business with charlatans.
Is it really the function of society to protect fools from the
consequence of their actions?
Should we all sell our wealth and liberty, in a vain attempt
to protect fools from the consequence of their actions?

Shore-based governments had initially done everything

in their power to discourage their citizens from visiting
free-floating OTECs, fearing exposer to radical ideas.
But in time came the realization these fears were ill-founded.
True, their citizens were indeed exposed to a radical lifestyle,
but this tends to have no more effect on the average person
than pouring water on the back of the average duck.
The average land-based citizen views their OTEC vacation, as an
alternative to Disney World, where they go on all the rides,
visit Epcot, and return home essentially unchanged.

The Pacific Inter Mountain Confederation has excellent relations

with conservative OTECs like the Davis Strait.
When the North American empire, imploded, California split into three pieces.
Southern California combined with North Baja, into
The Latino republic, which continues to change its name
on a monthly basis.
Central California, previously and inaccurately called Northern California,
experienced a lengthy and especially violent Civil War.
The prevailing faction, to ultimately win, was based in Oakland
and used African-American ground troops, led by Asian generals
to secure their victory.
Northern California which might be referred to as "South Oregon"
joined the Pacific Inter mountain Confederation.
An uneasy truce lasts to the present, between the three California factions.

The Pacific Inter Mountain Confederation is a lose, early Swiss style

confederation, that seems to value low tax rates, above all other
considerations.
The cities of Portland and Seattle, have not joined the Confederation.
They have large numbers of citizens who believe someone
owes them an entitlement.
These citizens are as contemptuous of the Confederation Rednecks,
as the Confederation Citizens are of them.
Any sort of amalgamation seems difficult to impossible.

The Pacific Inter Mountain Confederation inherited several nuclear powered

assault craft ( NACs) from the Empire.
Which is about the only way such a loose confederation
could finance advanced nuclear weapon systems.

This inheritance, should not be viewed as random chance.

In what was literally the last days of the empire, NAC ( nuclear assault craft)
commanders were faced with several alternatives, they could become
warlords themselves, or they could sell, barter, or give, their assets away.
Their choices were, the Theocracy Of Desert, the Latino Republic,
the civil war in the bay area, the socialist city states of Portland, Seattle,
and Bozeman, or the unincorporated areas of Idaho, Washington, Oregon
and Nevada.
By choosing latter, the commanders, were, perhaps unintentionally,
responsible for the creation of the Pacific Inter Mountain Confederation.

NAC assault craft are about the size of a world war two aircraft carrier,
which they resemble from above.
Below the flat top are two catamaran hulls, these two hulls,
are covered fore an aft by large rubber skirts, which traps air between the hulls.
The vessel is a giant hovercraft.
In the latter days of the Empire political correctness, and public opinion,
were not factors in the design of assault craft, nuclear propulsion, being
efficient, was chosen as the power source.

The breakthrough realization was that the on board

molten salt, thorium fueled, fast nuclear reactor, could
generate fuel for the smaller mechanized infantry equipment
the large vessel carried.
Liquid air, and its first cousin liquid nitrogen represent a portable
form of energy, the cryogenic liquid when exposed to room temperature,
flashes in to a "cold steam" that powers the vehicle.
With the "mother ship" producing unlimited quantities of this cold fuel,
you have the ultimate in maneuver warfare.
A squadron of these assault craft can cross any ocean, and invade any
non mountainous part of the world with their cargo of main battle tanks,
self propelled artillery systems, attack helicopters, jump jets,
and armored personnel carriers.
Once in theater the entire force can dismount and maneuver indefinitely
without running out of gas.

From time to time one of these assault craft, would leave of its home in
the Columbia River Basin, and take "shore leave"
on one of the OTECs they had good diplomatic relations with.

The great charter, while prohibiting a legislature, provides for

an alternative democratic assembly.
The Senate, also known as the Supreme Court, is a one hundred member body
with all members elected "at large" for an indefinite period.
The earlier concept of geographic representation being entirely rejected.
OTECs having no fixed location embraced this concept before
it became popular elsewhere.
Liberals complained that by electing representatives at large
most people would be unrepresented.
The exact opposite is the case.
All most no one is famous across all OTECs.
To garner the necessary fame, an individual has to be well-known
in a given industry or discipline.
It is this industry or discipline that provides the necessary votes
(and financial support) necessary to secure a seat in the Senate.
As a result each senator had an industry or "coalition of disciplines",
whose interests he watches over.
The Senate is prohibited by the great charter from making law,
what they do is review cases from the lower courts.
The effect is much the same as legislation, what set of actions will society tolerate?
And what actions will society, not tolerate?
Each senator to remain stated has to maintain the "proxy votes" for
.97% of the registered voters.
These votes are reviewed, electronically at the start of each business day.
Senators with more than .97%, loan votes to coalition partners.

As was anticipated by the framers of the great charter, this results

in an ongoing and perpetual proxy fight that consumes most
of the Supreme Court's time and energy.
There are no general elections no terms of office, no campaigns,
and most importantly no campaign contributions.
The Senate or Supreme Court is not publicly funded, each senators
salary is paid by his supporters.
The cost of maintaining the court is divided equally amongst them.
The court charges court fees to litigants to reduce costs,
the justices would otherwise have to pay out of their own pocket.

Every Senator and their allies keep a watchful eye, over the other senators
hoping to catch them in the act of receiving a bribe.
Ninety nine out of a hundred bribes offered, are in fact sting operations
conducted by private detective agencies.
OTEC senators are amongst the most difficult politicians in the world
to approach with a gratuity in hand.

The supreme court can at its pleasure, act as judge, and referrer
a case, for the population at large, to act as the jury.
The great charter also empowers the general citizenry power of petition,
to require a case be referred to the people.
The great charter in section three actually defines the attributes necessary
for electronic voting protocols to be accurate, effective, and tamper proof.
These protocols allow great charter society to be a direct participatory democracy.
Great charter society is emphatically not a Republic.
All of the framers wrote at length in section three about, the "manifold failures"
of republics in general, and the "rule of law" in particular.

One the most controversial prohibitions in the great charter, is the

"man of the cloth" provision.
Any and all religious leaders are barred for life from holding "public office."
Under the great charter separation of church and state is absolute.

Less well-known, and certainly less referred to in Sunday sermons, is the

"public prosecutor" provision.
Any and all public prosecutors are barred for life from holding any
public office other than that of public prosecutor.

If some miscreant should, for example, kill a wino in an alley,

the public prosecutor would be the person seeking retribution.
Prosecutors are accepted as a "friend of the court" and have the unique
distinction as being viewed as family members, of all indigent citizens.
In most cases, courts will wave court costs to public defenders.
Public defenders are not tempted to misuse their powers, as a
springboard to higher office.
Like men of the cloth they are forbidden under the great charter from holding higher office.

Because the great charter explicitly criminalize named professionals,

who seeking office, if an individual is so accused,
the court is obliged to hear the case.
( If court costs are guaranteed. )
Proving that force or fraud was an integral part, of a rabbis, or public prosecutors
senatorial campaign, could be problematic. With the help of the great charter
all that needs to be proven is that the individual in question was seeking
public office.
Even this is not a case of victim less crime however, the people bringing suit
are the victims, and in the eyes of the court and are entitled to any damages collected.
Great charter courts are prohibited from collecting taxes in the form of "fines."
Moneys collected by the courts that are not "court costs" are given
to the victims, or to recognized charities.

History repeats, and if one is willing to wait long enough history repeats
with excruciating detail.
Long ago there was a mid-evil guild, of stone masons. These stone workers
had inherited from the Romans an excellent body of knowledge in the area
of civil engineering.
They earned a good living for themselves, keeping this
technical knowledge to themselves.
Along came Martin Luther, with radical ideas, and Gutenberg with a means
to disseminate the radical ideas.
The unholy alliance between church and state
was profoundly threatened by these changes.
A thousand years of power and prestige threatened to come crashing
down on their aristocratic heads.
There answer, a war against thought and reason.
This war lasted for three hundred years,
and took many casualties.
One of the main factions resisting tyranny in this war, came from
the stone workers, as they already had a secret society.
Changing the focus from building to destroying could be done
without public scrutiny.
This change was not done without controversy,
the old guard had no interest, in change, and could see no reason
to take insane risks.
The Young Turks amongst the stone workers, could not envision,
avoiding a good fight in the name of liberty.
They broke with the stone workers, and formed a secret society,
which exists to this day.
The guild, with its vital life force transferred away, withered and died.

Much time passed and along came the North American empire,
with its tyrannical ways.
The old guard of Masonic secret societies had no interest in fighting
tyranny and could see no reason they should take insane risks, with their lives,
liberties, and sacred honors.
So history repeated with Young Turks leaving to form a separate secret society.
That secret society survives and is now known as the secret order of
Knight Commanders.
The Knight Commanders take a sacred vow, to be always armed in the defense
of liberty, and to defend the powerless.

The Knight Commanders perform essential functions in OTECs society.

Any society that endures over time, does so by resisting the actions of individuals
bent on destroying that society.
In the Wild West the sheriff performed this duty, bad people were invited
to leave town, under pain of death.

Modern societies in places like Bozeman and Spokane bury their heads in the sand
in an effort to avoid dealing with this difficult issue.
They seem to feel it is better to force regular people to put iron bars on their windows,
than it is to confront sociopaths.
Trusting governments to "run bad guys out of town" has proven to be worse
than the liberal solution of doing nothing.
There has never been a case of a government not abusing its power.
The bad guys buy influence, and the good guys get run out of town.

So in OTECs society it is, as often as not, the Masonic order of

Knight Commanders who informs individuals that,
as a result of their sociopath behavior, they are no longer welcome
in the community.
A sitting judges can perform this function as well, and often do.
However court costs are high, and the Knights will do the deed for free.

If one was making up a list (and their had been many such lists) of
"unacceptable provisions” in the great charter, the "right to an affair of honor"
always makes the top of the list.
What is rarely mentioned is the line following, stating the absolute right
to refuse an affair of honor.
To attempt to force a reluctant individual is a criminal offense,
equivalent to attempted murder.
In section three, viewed by many as the most important part of the document,
the framers speak in plain language, what they were trying to accomplish.
Some of the best plain language is to be found in the explanation
of why dueling is a social good:

"Young hotheads will probably manage to remove themselves from the gene pool
in any case.
A well-managed duel should rarely result in a fatality.
In exchange for a small number of nitwits receiving impressive scars,
or very occasionally fatal musket shots, the rest of us get to live
in a society where politeness takes precedence over everything else.
To date, dueling (a long, with a well armed population) has been found
to be, the only known mechanism, that actually promotes politeness.
Rudeness is rampant, in contemporary societies because
there is no social cost associated with it.
Under the great charter, a rude person can get themselves, or a family member,
involved in a dual.
Avoiding being challenged to a duel is relatively easily: avoid being rude."

Visitors to great charter societies invariably return home with stories

about how polite everyone was.

Law and order is maintained by the local "monopoly court."

The great charter takes a dim view of all monopolies.
Taking the view they ultimately operate against the interests of the common man.
Having taken this position the document goes on to
list monopolies that are to be recognized.
At the top of this list is the local "geographic court" with a judge who is
elected by popular vote of local citizens.
This judge has a unique monopoly, he is the only citizen who can order
the initiation of force, without becoming a criminal in the process.
Once in office regularly scheduled elections include the provision to
"retain" or "not retain" the judge.
The local court is a nonprofit soul proprietorship, with the judge filling the role
of proprietor.
The court is expected to charge for its services as any other business would.

Great charter local judges, have considerable power.

However this power is limited to cases that are presented to him,
as he is not in the law enforcement business.
( No one is. )
There are no proactive actions against others who may have violated a law.
There is no publicly financed District Attorney.
( There is a provision in the great charter prohibiting public financing of district attorneys. )
Local citizens with a desire to modify their neighbors conduct must
raise considerable funds before they can begin legal action.
Very few, litigation insurance policies will cover pro-active
enforcement concerning your neighbors moral conduct.

It is amazing how many frivolous lawsuits seemed to disappear

without public financing to support them.
___________________

GPS works just fine on OTECs.

Locals have learned to leap out of the way to avoid being run down
by tourists on Segway's looking at their navigation screen,
not watching where they're going.
The tourist's palm pilot talks to the destination computer,
receiving real time GPS fixes.
As OTECs only move at walking speed a real-time fix is good for ten minutes or so.
Frequent refreshes between the two systems are more than adequate
for low-speed navigation.
As the tourist gets within ten meters or so, the FM, spread spectrum
doorbell takes over, with accuracy in the centimeter range.

___________________

Academic talking heads predictably, did not foresee their own downfall.
Wiki software made possible Internet-based universities with programed
learning modules vastly superior to chalkboard lectures.
There is available hardware, with headbands instead of ON/OFF switches.
If the student is doing alpha state learning the program's
modules are delivered as fast as the student can go.
If the students start thinking about their Saturday night hot date, the
generated theta frequency, causes the learning program to terminate.

In a society of immortals, advanced college degrees are no longer viewed

with the reverence previously reserved for them.
As college degrees began to proliferate, society became more interested
in knowledge than sheepskins.
Any immortal with a room temperature IQ and sufficient desire can obtain a PhD
in educational administration, or civic planning.

This did not however mean the end of brick and mortar ivy-covered
learning institutions.
Talking movies did not mean the end to Broadway plays.

Most people would work a few decades, then take a lengthy sabbatical.
Some would travel the world, or go fishing.
The truly neurotic would write novels.
Many people would return to school full time.
Some would return to their former professions, many do not.
___________________

Ending the medical monopoly had unforeseen consequences.

There was no organized group to lobby for a war against criminals who
did not produce victims.
The public soon lost its appetite for funding an the expensive war that
produced victims, criminals, and little else.

The OTEC great charter specifically gives individuals the right to self-medication..

A sign above a shop, saying druggist, indicated the proprietor will sell you drugs,
any kind of drugs you want.
You want a deadly poison, to commit suicide painlessly?
Most druggists will try to talk you out of it, but if you are determined,
they will sell you what you ask for.
( The Great Charter guarantees the right to self destruction. )

These shops do a booming business as Fleet Week approaches.

There were timed release aphrodisiacs, modern medicines that are
definitely not placebos.
There are timed release erection enhancers, women take them also,
allowing them increased sexual performance.
There are prostate performance enhancing drugs, that would, amongst other things,
increase the average the average ejaculation from four milliliter, to ten.
There are timed release medications that enhanced a woman's ability to lubricated.
There are nasal spray concoctions, that produced instant arousal along with
a sustained erection.
There were female nasal spray concoctions, extremely potent female aphrodisiacs.
Depending on the amount snorted, a woman can be aroused, or turned into
a slobbering out of control bitch dog in heat.
Anyone with the slightest desire to have an interesting sex life, can have one.

Vendors of these drugs have booths at Fleet Week, giving away tons of free samples.
They also kept the Little Red Whorehouse supplied with ample amounts of free samples.

[ People ]

Vin

Vin and Kathy shared alcoholic, sexually abusive fathers.

Vin's father was a scoutmaster, in a small town in Nevada.

He betrayed his trust.
He sexually abused the boys in his troop.
He also passed young Vin around like a tray of hors d'oeuvres.

He was arrested of course, and incarcerated.

Vin's mother was eight months pregnant at the time.

She and her older sister gave Vin household bleach leaving him
to die, as they went off to the abortionist.
The abortionist was gone that day, and Vin's younger brother survived.

So did Vin, although he had scar tissue in his esophagus and lungs.
He had even more deeply hidden scar tissue.

Vin lost the ability to trust, he could not relax sufficiently for a
sexual climax.
He was able to achieve an erection and have sex, but the only way
he could climax was through masturbation, behind closed doors
where he was sure no one could sneak up on him.

Very few people obtain Buddhist enlightenment in any given lifetime.

Even then most people do so, with the help of a Zen master.
There are only two recorded cases, of enlightenment
through reading.
Vin was an unrecorded case of this, as a result of reading
The Way of Zen by Alan Watts.

Vin rejected the life of a poverty-stricken Zen master,

he studied computer science, and got a job on a
free-floating OTEC.

As a young man Vin figured out a universal truth.

The aristocracy has money, and spends this money
on things that please them, things like loose women.
In the fullness of time these loose women contribute genetically,
becoming wives of powerful men.
The Darwinian process continues over the generations.
Like most things about the aristocracy,
this fact is concealed from the masses.
If you're looking for a true slut, go to an art gallery, not a bowling alley.

Vin founded a personal corporation so he was eligible

for associate membership at the Aphrodite club,
where he could associate with high class society sluts.

Paradoxically the biggest slut of his very long life

was a member of the blue-collar Venetian Club.
They formed a corporation together to sponsor
sex riots, disguised as conventions.
Vin found had found his soul mate in an unlikely place.

Much later, Vin had need of a martial arts master to train

his praetorian guards.
He was pleasantly surprised to find his combat Master
was also a Zen Master.
They became lifelong friends.

As Vin possessed great wealth he was able to

provide gifts for those he cared about.
Vin found Sensei's old master, the Zen Master
who had passed enlightenment on to him.
As a birthday present for Sensei, Vin convinced
Master, to visit Davis Strait.
They spent most of a week together, mainly at
Vin's geisha house.

They were having a good-natured duel in the dojo.

With the possible exception of the Swiss, the Japanese
are the most prejudiced people on the planet.
Master respected Vin's skill with a sword, he was good,
very good... for a Gaijin.
Master knew all Gaijins had a fatal flaw, they were so busy
preserving their own life, they could not maneuver as a true
samurai would.
In a real fight with a real katana, Vin would have died, but then
that was the whole idea.
Vin waited with an empty mind, he had not planned
what he was about to do, Master would have seen the
thought in his mind.
The opportunity presented itself.
There was no thought, then action.
There was only action.
Vin charged, a sharp katana would have pierced his left lung
poking out his back.
As it was his chest interfered with the movement of Masters
bokken for a millisecond he did not have.
With a swishing sound as it moved through the air,
Sensei's bokken came to rest against Masters jugular.
Master dropped his bokken to the mat, and bowed parallel
to the floor.
Vin had defeated him.
Vin accepted the bow with a nod.

“Let us go find some Sake.” Vin said.

Master smiled as the two English ladies in kimono served them.

He was enjoying watching awkward Gaijins playing at being Japanese.
They were not really that awkward, they moved more like
his black belt students. They .....

Vin watched Masters pupils dilate, as he realized the two assassins

were close enough to touch him.
For an incredibly brief instant astonishment flashed across his face.
Twice in one hour this Gaijin had defeated him!
Sensei was smiling at his master, sharing in the joke.

“I see now, ... how it is you won the war.”

Vin nodded his head accepting the compliment.

“We will not do so twice, now that you have had a chance to study us.”
Vin observed.
Master and Sensei nodded, accepting the complement.

The three Zen masters sat silently drinking their Sake,

before sharing the two women.
___________________

Sensei
Sensei had obtained the rank of full colonel.
As is the custom with almost all militarys, he advanced one rank
on retirement.
He was able to wear his uniform with a single Silver Star
on each shoulder as he reported for “duty” as a reserve officer.
This was all ceremony to allow him to be a general officer for a day.
His nation had not fought a war since World War II, and had more
reserve officers then there was any need for.
He had his uniform dry cleaned and packed away knowing it was unlikely
he would ever to wear it again.
Sensei was not the sort of fellow who marched in parades.

Sensei's wife had died two years previously, his children were grown and gone.
His life had no purpose.
He had a second dan in hapkido.

In proper Japanese fashion Sensei decided to devote his life

to monastic discipline and study.
Finding the right master took more time and energy than he had anticipated.
Had he decided to just focus on hapkido, any large Japanese City
would have done just fine.
Sensei wanted to study the sword, and other weapons, while staying
proficient in hapkido.

His Master was a retired industrialist, who had a small dojo in the mountains,
he only took black belt students.
Within three years Sensei had third dan in hapkido, a first dan in Aikido,
and had mastered the sword.
Sensei was not studying kendo, he practiced with a wooden bokken,
learning how to fight with a katana, as a proper samurai warrior would.

By his fourth year Sensei was the best student, he could defeat
the other students with ease.
But he could not touch the master.

The dojo was built on a hillside, on land that had been occupied continuously
for thousands of years.
A small stream supplied freshwater, a Hot Spring sent scalding water
through a series of bamboo pipes, to the hot pool.

One day they were soaking in the hot pool.

“Master why is it I can never touch you with my bokken?”
“I defeat you because I do not try to defeat you.”
“I do not understand.”
“To defeat an adversary, you attack their weakness not their strength.
You fight with the a blacksmiths anvil strapped to your back.”
“How is that you can see this anvil, and I cannot?”
“Because it is a special anvil, it is your own mind
chattering away like a tree full of monkeys.”
“Why is that I cannot hear them?”
“You DO hear them, you hear nothing else, it is silence you cannot hear.”

As a proper Japanese student Sensei did not cross examine his master.
He went away and thought about the matter for about three weeks.

“Master, I can hear the monkeys chattering, but when I tell

one of them to be quiet, he is joined by three more.”

The Master smiled

Sensei waited, fearing he would not say more.
Finally he spoke.

“In that small stream that tumbles past our dojo there is a small whirlpool,
which spins madly, declaring: I am, I am.

“We can say to the whirlpool yes indeed you are,

but what are you if we take the stream away?”

“Once you realize the true nature of the whirlpool,

you can not only, strangle the monkeys one by one,
you can chop down the tree they lived in.”

Sensei set to work strangling mental monkeys.

Master watched and smiled.

Master was contemptuous of kendo, classifying

it as modern dance, not a fighting art.
Nonetheless he had two split bamboo kendo swords under his arm.

“I challenge you and your monkeys to a dual, no quarter,

will be asked for, or given.”

His kind and generous Master was merciless, every time

a thought passed through Sensei's mind the split bamboo
came whistling out of nowhere to strike him.
He became a mass of bruises from head to foot.
His life became a nightmare, he did not care if the lived,
or died, whether he went insane are not.

One night as he meditated alone, he realized there was

a yachting chasm at his feet.
A vast pit of nothingness, he could fall forever without hitting the bottom,
a disembodied consciousness lost in an eternity of nothingness.
He toppled forward into the nothingness.
He did not die, he did not go insane.
He experienced that emotion all Zen masters experience
but will not speak of.
To speak of it would lead others away from what they must do.

Without thinking, Sensei found his legs would support him.

He had a desire to go outside.
There was a full moon, he had a desire to soak in the hot pool.
His legs carried him there.

For the next three days Sensei experimented with all the things
that could be done without conscious thought: eat, move his bowels,
walk, and most of all swing his practice sword.

The Master watched with a strange smile, saying nothing.

He had a desire to strike his master in the floating ribs

with his length of split bamboo.
Not a killing blow, just enough to make a satisfying bruise.

Whack!
The Masters eyes were wide with astonishment.
“Who struck me?”
“I ...”
Whack.
“Who struck me?”
“No one struck you!”

The Master threw his kendo stick to the floor,

and bowed parallel to the floor.
Sensei remained standing, it was right and proper
for people bow to him, as he was a master now.
He nodded to Master.

That night the Masters grand daughter came to visit him,

she was a dutiful daughter, and would not do such a thing
unless instructed to do so.
She infected Sensei where the Lazarus virus.

A week or so later his bruises were all completely healed.

There were soaking in the hot pool.

“Where will you go next?”

“Go?”
“What do you wish me to teach you?”
Sensei smiled, nodding, there was nothing he could say.
“We will give your room, to some poor simpleton,
whose head is filled with chattering monkeys.”

Sensei smiled, it was a good plan.

Sensei's wife had been Okinawan.

Years before a small farm had come on the market in her ancestral village.
She did not want to see the property pass to strangers.
They purchased the farm, hiring villagers to work the land.

Sensei returned to the ancestral village, his relatives

helped him build a small dojo.

Over the years, the small dojo prospered, and made

a name for itself in the martial arts community.
One of Sensei's students became Japanese national champion
in full contact competition.
He lost the world championship, to a six foot tall Korean, with
hooded browse who looked like Frankenstein.

The years passed, Sensei was happy.

One day a Gaijin appeared in the village and began stalking Sensei.
He would be there already at the bathhouse,
he would be there already at the grocery store.
The Gaijin seemed content to spend his entire day meditating beside
the footpath so Sensei would see him as he passed.

Sensei became master of two dojos.

He traveled freely between the two,
he had no desire for great money, but
having access to it definitely had advantages.
Like all masters, Sensei was looking for
that one special student.
Enlightenment is a special torch, to be passed
on, from one generation to the next.
It would be truly said to die without passing
Enlightenment on to a special student, as
as his Master had done for him.
Lazarus had given Sensei unlimited time, he was content.
Sensei became good friends with First Lady.
She was a maddening mixture of new and old,
of East and West.
She was a fully trained and qualified geisha master,
who would have felt comfortable doing tea for the Emperor.
But this was all act, part of her profession.
She had become infected with Western idealism,
she had fallen in love with a Gaijin.

Zen masters do not have the runaway emotions of teenagers,

but neither are they made of silicone.

Sensei allowed himself to fall in love with First Lady.

It had all the trappings of a Greek or Japanese tragedy,
She loved a man she could not have, he loved
a woman he could not have.
First Lady was polite to him, they were friends,
they had sex together often.
But there was a glass wall between them, she loved Vin
and no one else. She was not about to share that love.

Sensei had to do some personal and cultural soul searching.

He was from a thousand year old Samurai family.
What he was about to do was the Japanese social equivalent
of a pre civil war plantation owner proposing a menage de twa
with an African agricultural worker.

Vin had his black belt private lesson once a week,

after which they would retire to the geisha house,
which was also a proper Japanese bathhouse.
They would lie on massage tables while there were
soaped with large natural sponges,
and rubbed till they were squeaky clean,
after which they would retire to the huge soaking pool.

First Lady showed up to attend to them, she always

cared for Van personally when he was visiting.
Sensei had grown accustomed to the very un-Japanese
practice of eating and drinking in a hot pool.
Cold champagne is actually quite nice while floating
in warm water.
First Lady seemed comfortable with this cultural obscenity.
She picked small morsels from a bowl, holding
the chopsticks out so they could take bites.

Sensei had been secretly practicing his English,

he would sneak away during the day and talk to tourists.
Japanese was a language unsuited for what he was about to do.

“Would you please get out of that kimono, and get in

the water with the two men who love you?”
he said in perfect English.

First Lady have gone very still, her eyes downcast,

a model of a perfect Japanese lady.
She very slowly raised her eyes to meet Vin's.

“Yes, I do love you.” he admitted

She remote her kimono with elegant erotic precision.
She slid into the water without making a ripple.
Sensei moved over, given her no choice but to sit between them.
They soaked in the water for a long time, enjoying each other's company
saying nothing.

“Would you kiss this lady you love, in proper Gaijin fashion, while I watch?”
“I must learn this, if I am to win her love.”

Vin turned to face her, she slowly put her arms around him.
First Lady had learned the fine art of Western-style kissing,
they soul kissed each other for a very long time.
They had never before openly acknowledged their love for each other,
it was a tender moment for the both of them.

“Hey, when do I get my turn?”

Very slowly they separated, turning to face him.

Have I misjudged this? He wondered,

No. He had not, there was love and acceptance on both faces.

First Lady move forward and began giving him

his first lesson in Gaijin kissing.
After a long time, they separated.

“No wonder you won the war.”

Vin laughed as he stood exposing his erection.
He climbed out of the pool, the two of them following him.

First Lady was on her back, on the soft foam synthetic

whale skin that rimmed the pool.
Vin went first, like the kissing, this was their first time,
as acknowledged lovers.
It was beautiful to watch, they made love, they got excited,
screwed each other, they returned to making love.
They did this with an economy of time and motion,
they were both aware of Sensei, who was smiling,
participating on an emotional level.

Vin climbed off, and Sensei climbed on.

First Lady began making love with him, his spirits soared.
She was looking deeply into his eyes, she was
giving him Gaijin fucking lessons to go with his
kissing lessons.
But she was making love with him while doing so.
He had screwed her many times, he had never made love with her.
Had they been alone they would have gone on all night long.
Sensei climaxed, climbing off, looking for Vin.

Vin was returning from raiding the storage cupboards

at the far end of the room.
He had a present for everyone.
He gave Sensei a small white plastic nasal spray inhaler.
The logo on the side said “penis pump”.
This was the quintessential post-Lazarus sex aid.
Two snorts in each nostril, would give a marble statue
an an instant erection, and the ability to stay that way for hours.
Aphrodisiacs are alive and well post-Lazarus.
Vin took two snorts in each nostril from his own squeeze bottle,
although clearly he had no great need.
First ladies gift was a bottle of sexual lubricant.
After fucking two men she had enough foreplay,
she was ready for serious sex.
She looked at the bottle, and gave Vin a most un-Japanese
leering smile.
Vin laid on his back, First Lady lubed his large erection.
Sensei watched as First Lady squatted over Vin, slowly impaling herself.
She maintained eye contact with Sensei, smiling at him,
as he watched the disappearing penis.
She did not look away, she gave him a look of love as she leaned back,
spreading her legs.
Vin reached around cupping a hand over each breast.

Sensei was committed now, he lowered himself on top,

penetrating her slowly.
It was more of an obscene act that an effective way to have sex,
First Lady did most of the work, sliding back and forth between
the two men, fucking them simultaneously.
They all managed to climax at least twice.

First Lady was looking up at him, a hopeful smile on her face.

“My love” he said, lowering himself to kiss her.
She reached up, cupping her hands behind his head.
“My love” she replied in English.

Vin was most accommodating, he had space in a

nearby warehouse converted into a beautiful
Japanese luxury apartment.
Vin proposed a menage de twa which was enthusiastically
accepted.
They did not do a sandwich, the two men just took turns on top,
delivering as much sex, lust and love, as they could
in the shortest amount of time.

“Do you bring women here often?” First Lady ask innocently.
The thought of the beautiful hidden love nest sitting idle
most of the time trouble her.
“Actually I have only brought one woman here”
“Oh?”
“Yes, you are that woman.”
“This is your apartment” Vin said handing them two keys.

Sensei and First Lady lived together for three years

in the lovely apartment.
They probably would have contended living together
forever, if they had not attended the ceremony
where the Abbot spiritually joined Vin with his four wives.

At one point during the ceremony, Sensei leaned over and whispered.
“I wonder if he has a ceremony for two people?”
He was trying to be clever, but First Lady, took it differently.
She was sitting there watching Vin take marriage vows
with four whores.
She was a whore, and she loved Vin.
She was taking the ceremony personally.
“I will ask.” She replied
Sensei realized he was engaged.
He thought about it for a while, and began to smile.
Pre-Lazarus he could never have done such a thing.
Post-Lazarus all men pimp their wives, it is that
or watch them die of old age.
“We will have a Christian do it, if he refuses.” he said.

They waited a suitable interval, after Vin's wedding,

to announce.
Had they realized the circus they were about to create,
they might have reconsidered.

Years before Vin had told Kathy as soon as he realized

First Lady was in love with him.

Kathy came to visit the geisha house.

First Lady was terrified, there would be
an unacceptable social scene, Gaijins
are not genetically equipped to understand
civilized behavior.
A civilized women is happy for her husband,
she will gladly pay his bill at the geisha house,
Gaijins are not civilized, they are barbarians.

She was astounded to find Kathy was there

as a result of concern for her.
There was only so much of Vin to go around,
Kathy was apologetic, she could not send
her husband more often.
First Lady realized not only was she in love with
Vin, she was in love with his wife as well.
As First Lady saw it Lady Kathy had the
soul of the great Japanese Noblewoman,
trapped in the bovine body of a European.
She bowed touching her forehead to the mat.
“You show me a great honor” she said.

When the engagement was announced, Kathy

viewed this as an opportunity to do for First Lady
the many things she had been unable to do in the past.

All of the praetorians, and all of the praetorian wives

had insisted on coming.
All of the Davis Straight social climbers insisted on coming,
feeling it would further their ambitions.
Katzie insisted on coming with his wife.
So all of Katzie's social climbers had to come as well.
All of Vin's wives wanted to attend, and all of their friends
from the whorehouse.
The steering committee in their fine clothes was to attend.
The Hotel Owners Association, and their followers had to attend.

They had two wedding ceremonies.

A small ceremony at the temple.
After which everyone went to the large convention room
at the hotel, where the couple was married for a second time.
The wedding reception began immediately in the same room.
Both the bride and groom were in for a shock.
People they did not expect to see were there.

“Master!” “What are you doing here?”

“Someone has to run your dojo while you're gone.”
“Gone?”
“Vin hasn't told you yet?”

“Mother!” “What are you doing here?”

( Geisha's in training referred to their first lady as Mother )
“Someone has to run your geisha house while you're gone.”
“Gone?”
“Hasn't Vin told you yet?”

Vin had suggested, they postpone their wedding for two weeks.
They've now found the reason for the strange request.
Kathy's wedding gift was two tickets, in the presidential
cabin, on an around the world cruise.
The cruise ship was docked at Davis Straight, and would
sail with the morning tide.

After their year-long honeymoon.

Sensei and First Lady lived happily ever after.

___________________

Samantha

Samantha always maintained her life was a one in a million shot,

she was probably being conservative.
Her people lived on the high plains of Central Africa.
They were a fierce warlike people, who didn't take crap off anyone.
In fact it was their warlike nature that led directly to Samantha's
improbable life.
Under any other circumstances, a love child would have been
welcomed with open arms.
There had been a protracted border war with the neighboring tribe,
producing many casualties.
The two Kings and their entourages, had met to negotiate a peace.
Samantha's grandmother was sister to the King.
Her teenage mother was part of the king's entourage.

A young stud from the opposing tribe, seduced and impregnated

Samantha's teenage mother.
The event was viewed as a mortal insult, to the tribe, and threatened
to reignite the war.
Samantha's mother was quietly hustled off to live with Christian missionaries.
These were good people would just happen to be a Christian,
their main focus was running a hospital, and they desperately
needed money for hospital supplies.
A high end adoption agency was willing to give them real money.

As soon as Samantha was old enough to travel, she was flown

half way around the world to a small town in Oregon.

Like many adults Samantha realized later she had an ideal childhood,
and had taken it for granted.
The small town had almost no crime, and no racial tension.
Samantha was accepted as she was.

As soon as Samantha had a period, her mother put her on birth control pills.
Samantha had a happy sex live, she was tall, exotically beautiful, and was
an enthusiastic fuck.
She was a cheerleader, and fucked the entire football squad.
She did this discreetly, and as a result was able to do it several times.
She was taller than the forward on the basketball team, she fucked
him also.

Her ideal world came crashing down when she went off to college.
She had rushed off to the Black Student Union to find others like her self.
Initially she was welcomed with open arms.
They took her to the black fraternity house, where they took turns
fucking her all weekend long.

In very few weeks she came to realize, she was no longer accepted socially.
They were willing to a gang fuck her as they did some of the white chicks
on campus.
But they did not accept her as an African-American.
She was viewed as either a space alien, are more likely an FBI plant.

Her oh so liberal, parents never doubted that central planning is possible.

When their baby girl arrived, they built bookshelves for their collection
of African study books.
Samantha knew more African American history than anyone on campus
except the professors.
She took the classes for easy credit.
The sad truth was she was not an African-American, she was a liberal
parody of what an African American should be.
She was not African either.
And she was definitely not white.
She was a freak.

No one offered her love.

She became friends with the three white girls who enjoyed African men.
Her sex life consisted of, joined her three friends at the Black
fraternity house, where they gang banged every weekend.

Her junior year her father died of testicular cancer.

In her first year of graduate school her mother died
of ovarian cancer.

Shortly after her mother died an envelope arrived

from the attorneys, in side was a smaller envelope.
Samantha had trouble opening it, it was entirely
sealed in Scotch tape.

It was a letter her mother and father had written years before.
It told her, the family name was a lie.
Her father had taken the name of a deceased infant.
Both of her parents were wanted by the FRI.
They had killed three policemen, and blown up,
a Marine Corps recruitment center.
Reading between the lines, Samantha could tell
they have done a great deal more than that.

She was now a freak, who didn't even have a family name.
She completed her Masters degree, keeping her phony name.
She briefly considered returning to Oregon, people knew
her there, she could have a quiet life, live and die
like everyone else.
But she wanted to see the world.

Her parents had left her an insurance policy, as well as

their small house.
She had enough money to take her time, and find
a good job.

It was much more frustrating than she had anticipated.

There were plenty of large corporations, obviously anxious
to have the beautiful black woman with a Masters degree
working for them.
But in every case they were interested in her because
she was black.

Finally in desperation she answered an ad placed by

a Grand Hotel in a Midwestern city.

Walter treated her as a person, he was interested

in her not the fact that she was black.
He also fucked her silly as part of the interview process.
Samantha was astounded anyone would have the courage
to do such a thing.
She was also amazed at his trust in her.
She could go to an attorney and have him destroyed.
Like several hundred other women, she fell in love with Walter
and began working at his hotel.
She spent her working life at the grand.
She was 57 years old when Lazarus saved her.

Lazarus forced her, along with everyone else on the planet,

to focus on her sex life.
Through trial and error she finally found the correct Ladies Club.
It was on the far side of town in the manufacturing district,
the clientèle were all blue-collar workers.
That was just fine with Samantha.
She would always show up just before shift change.
The Ladies Club could not accommodate the sudden influx,
and did not try.
They simply shifted to the Christian Lady Club format.
( men were brought to the ladies rooms. )
They where the same men most every night,
they knew the hostess well, she did not try to enforce
the regular rule of only one-man in the room at a time.
Samantha usually had three or four men in her room,
on a good night she had a line out the door.

Samantha had realized long ago what most women are

unwilling to admit:
Sex with one-man is foreplay.
Sex with the two men is most enjoyable.
Sex with three or more men, allows for orgasms.
She did not require a penis that would reach the back
of her marvelous eighteen inch deep vagina.
Five inch penises would do her just fine, as long as there were
mounted on enthusiastic men.
At least four or five enthusiastic men.

The hotel had been abuzz for weeks, Lady Kathy

had returned in the form of her mother.
There were whispered rumors she was satisfying
the guard force just as her daughter had.
There are even more scandalous rumors.
Samantha was intrigued, she had fantasies of doing
these things.
Being a director, who reported to the general manager,
kept her from doing more than fantasize.
Her sex life at the blue-collar Ladies Club,
satisfied her and met her needs, barely.

Samantha was familiar with the boutique

Kay's elegant gift blouse came from.
She decided she would go to the piano bar
that evening instead of her blue-collar Ladies Club.
( She never returned. )

She went through the side door and made

a beeline for Kay's table,
She sat down.

“You look like her twin sister.” She said.

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[ March of Cambreadth, The ]

Axes flash, broadsword swing,

Shining armour's piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield,
Fight Those Bastards till They Yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Follow orders as you're told,

Make Their Yellow Blood Run Cold
Fight until you die or drop,
A Force Like Ours is Hard to Stop
Close your mind to stress and pain,
Fight till You're No Longer Sane
Let not one damn cur pass by,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Guard your women and children well,

Send These Bastards Back to Hell
We'll teach them the ways of war,
They Won't Come Here Any More
Use your shield and use your head,
Fight till Every One is Dead
Raise the flag up to the sky,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Dawn has broke, the time has come,

Move Your Feet to a Marching Drum
We'll win the war and pay the toll,
We'll Fight as One in Heart and Soul
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
REPEAT FIRST VERSE

music & lyrics: Heather Alexander

March of Cambreadth COPYRIGHT © 1990-2008 SEA FIRE PRODUCTIONS, INC., ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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OTEC COPYRIGHT © 2007 D A Wootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Nanotechnology, artificial reality, Zen, Love, sex, marriage, revenge, group sex, depravity.