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Queen of the machines	By : psychotol Category: +1 through F > Daria Views: 4881 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Daria, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Constraints: see “Plans of mice and men”, also, I’m putting Darias graduation in the summer of 2001.

Synopsis: things go badly wrong for Tiffany

Excuse me, Your teeth are in my ass.

Content warning: okay, err, swearing, killing, graphic sex and violence, if you’re under 17, you should open a window to something educational and read this with the cursor over the ‘close window’ button of this window, because it gets pretty sick.

No really, it gets really, really sick in here.

Look, this isn’t your whip and tickle bondage fantasy here, there are combinations of brutal torture including a lot of rape, this could seriously disturb you.

Legal: my story, but not my characters, and I’m not making up Uday, and I think I got him being less violent in here than he was in reality.

I may also be portraying President Bush as being smarter then he actually is.

Also, any views the characters express in the story are those of the characters, and should not be taken as my own.

Especially the generalisations about American women and any anti-Semitism.

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She closed her eyes and cleared her head of all thought aside from the sequence.

This was one of the more difficult events use use you need to know a little bit more than lift left foot, move left foot forward, lower left foot, lift right foot, etc., you needed to know how to bounce around like a cartoon on crank.

She opened her eyes and headed onto the mat, she flipped herself forwards three times, cart wheeled twice, spun on her hands once, and back flipped three more times, ending the sequence standing on her head, hands spread out in a casual “well?” gesture.

She then initiated a spin and flipped into the same sequence 90 from her initial course.

The audience ate it up.

She closed her eyes again, and opened them, returning to the present.

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Tiffany Deckler had spent the last year or so shipping drugs into the United States, opiates and cocaine mostly, and she was doing very well for herself, she had totally undercut the market, and was delivering drugs every weeknight.

This had presented a strategic problem, and that was due to the quantity she was delivering, she had relocated 5 drop off points due to the police finding her dealers.

She was also setting up her business, the one that doesn’t involve trafficking narcotics, she had picked something she knew she could do, the problem was that this would probably generate international media attention, so she was keeping everything under wraps for now.

This was difficult because the whole thing was SO FUCKING EXCITING!!!

She just needed to get her new base sorted.

She walked up to the entrance of her current base and said “open says me”

The door opened.

The door was a slab of concrete buried under the topsoil with steel blades that rise up through the soil to prevent the opening and closing from creating a noticeable valley, the blades would rise first, then the door.

Tiffany entered and pressed a button on the way down to close it.

The slab returned to its original position and the lights came on.

It had taken a while to get this place built, it had to be totally secret, there had to be no signs of anyone working here, most the plant had to be kept out of sight, she had the airplane spotting for her the whole time.

Luckily the bedrock was close to the surface, as soon as she had got the doors in place, she could easily start drilling away with jackhammers without any surface disturbances of any kind.

She ordered roadrunner (her airplane, she was programming it to obey voice commands from her) to prepare for the procurement of the first half load.

That meant half the weapons bay would have actual weapons, while drop off meant picking up a suitcase full of cash and dropping a suitcase load of drugs in a deserted location, procurement meant taking cash to the manufacturers or other suppliers and physically interacting with them.

Usually all she had to do was meet one guy with a truck in a forest or a block of flats, and purchase the drugs off of him, and they had never given her any grief or any reason to kill any of them.

But these where still career criminals associated with some highly militant cartels, that would mean a higher concentration of assholes, of psychos, of people like her.

She once again wondered if she really needed to shoot her way out of custody, surely the jury would have had some sympathy.

No, the fact that she didn’t go to the police, in spite of the tactical problems, would still have made them convict her, but did she have to murder her parents? She could have just run away.

But that would have meant a manhunt for her, and she was unsure about the legalistic issues surrounding enrolment at a new school, she might have needed parents for that.

Given what she knew, she had made the right call.

She didn’t like where it had led her, but she was alive, with her mind intact, and free, … provided she avoided any more then the absolute minimum contact with the rest of humanity.

She changed into her forest camouflage and prepared to head out to purchase the cocaine.

She came across a souvenir from her last trip to Lawndale, the strap on dildo she had used on that boy.

She had dismissed using the ones she had found in that sex shop because they where too flimsy, they where built for consensual play using lubricants, whereas she wanted to force the dildo up a dry orifice as fast as possible, to rape someone, so she built her own.

The ingredients where as follows:

1 leather chastity belt built to hold a crotch strap securely in place, ideal for transmitting force from the hips to the dildo.

1 silicone dildo, this would be soft enough to feel like a penis, she would need to stiffen it somehow, but the softness would be desirable.

2 steel rods long enough to run the length of the dildo plus the length of Tiffanies slit from mons pubis to coccyx, these would be welded together for the length of the dildo, and split to ensure the dildo doesn’t roll.

She would want the dildo to be pointing slightly up relative to her hips waterline, like a real penis, this would enable her to aim without having to use one of her hands to guide it in, and would also hurt her victim more if it was ramrod straight.

She also needed some leather thread and some silicone sealant, the steel rods where reinforcements for concrete slabs, so they already had a pattern that would lock mechanically with the adhesives and the thread.

It turned out that she didn’t really need the vibrator to enjoy raping him, it wasn’t just because of the steel rods pressing against her genitals, it was the feeling of power she had in abusing this guy, even in anticipation, made her orgasmic.

Well, the biggest sex organ is the brain, even with her breasts, and that’s what raping someone gets you that masturbation doesn’t.

She wanted to do it again, but was acutely aware that it would create a strategic weakness if she did, maybe if someone tried to fuck with her she would, but not at the expense of her survival prospects.

She boarded roadrunner and ordered roadrunner to take off.

She rarely did her own flying any more, the airplane was smart enough to do that for her, and she was increasing it’s capabilities all the time, she had recently installed a fuel jack, this was a system that would allow her to steal fuel off other aircraft in flight.

She was going to test it tonight, if successful, it would mean an end to fuel raids for marine fuel oils that risked contact with security forces.

She was seriously considering adding sex toys for in flight entertainment, including robotic hardware and software that would enable the aircraft to have sex with her.

That also made her seriously consider that she was going insane from lack of contact with humanity.

The vehicle access door opened, and roadrunner took off.

Tiffany considered her own sexuality, what she knew of it, the problem was that her first sexual experiences had been forced upon her, that might be the reason she got such a kick out of raping that boy back.

Her sadism might just be a security blanket, as opposed to her true nature, but experience is as much a part of her mind as her genes designs, so if it wasn’t before, maybe it was now, but it would be a bad idea to go too deeply into it, be it with a stranger or an acquaintance.

There was a distinct lack of ‘romantic’ sex in her experience, straight or gay, she could go for fucking a girl as easily as fucking a boy, with a girl, she’d go for switching between having the strap on and taking it, she had thought about doing that with Stacy.

She remembered Stacies offer to join her, Tiffany remembered how she enjoyed working with her, but the fact was that Stacy had been coerced into helping her, and considered her a bad guy, Stacy would attempt to arrest or kill Tiffany.

And we’re back to that again, she couldn’t find anyone to fuck because she couldn’t trust anyone, or go around raping people without (stgicagically) exposing herself.

She decided right there she’d develop and install sex gear on the aircraft, that might be insane, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

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The light hurt Stacies eyes as the box was opened, and Wendy (probably the wrong name for a dominatrix) grabbed Stacies hair and pulled her out of the box, saying “come on, slut, time to get you cleaned up and dressed for action”

Stacy quickly moved to comply with Wendies orders, lest she start beating her up again.

Stacy was scared out of her mind, the two whores had been training Stacy to take rough sex without so much as a struggle, mostly with strap on dildos, She was now able to hold a strenuous position while being roughly taken up the ass or in the throat.

They had even trained her to resist puking while being throat fucked, main motor tor being avoiding doing anything that would displease them and therefore get more fists and knees hammering hernny nny body, it also helped that she hadn’t been fed since breakfast Friday, it was presumably Saturday evening.

Most prostitutes took the weekend off like most other people because their clients had social engagements on the weekend or had hired prostitutes for the weekend to accompany them to a hotel.

The probability of scoring on a weekend kerb crawl was low, hence standing around freezing your ass off seemed a total waste of time, that wasn’t to say that it was guaranteed to be fruitless, it was just hard going.

Except these girls wouldn’t be freezing their asses off, just Stacy would be doing that.

They showered her with scalding hot water, deliberately scrubbing her too hard, then they dried her, forcibly dressed her in slut gear, and made her face up, they deliberately went for something trashy.

Her hair was un braided yesterday evening when the abuse began and was now being formed into six ponytails that they said would make her hair easier to use to control her head during a blow job.

As they finished her makeup and slipped a choke chain over her head, she concentrated hard on holding back the tears, she cries, her makeup runs, and they beat the crap out of her again.

The handle was threaded under the belt on her shorts and Wendy pulled it hard to demonstrate her authority.

“Right, time to get to work, bitch” they got her to her feet and led her out into the cold night.

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“Uday here” “hi, it’s your dad, I was wondering how the search was going?” “Well, I think we got us a lead, some contacts in Afghanistan have been talking about a customer in Columbia who matches her description, seems to be buying all of their heroin”

“Tiffany a drug smuggler? Uday, … how exactly does this make sense to you?”

“She’s got a stealth plane, right?”

“Yes”

“And, she wants to make money, hits for terrorists would announce her location, but smuggling drugs would be a more reliable means of making money, her only running cost is the bulk supply of drugs, she steals the fuel and other materials, right?”

Damn, that DOES make fucking sense “Uday, you are beginning to restore my faith in you, when will you know for sure that it’s her?”

“I’m sending some people to check it out, I’m also sending a capture team so that if it is her, they can move quickly, we should be able to bring her in through Iran”

“Excellent, excellent work my son, keep me informed” “yes dad” Saddam hung up and kicked away from the desk spinning in his chair like a 5yo kid with nothing better to do.

If Uday delivered on his assignment, Iraq would be a nuclear power unlike any that had appeared before them, they could replace all their useless chemical weapons with something that would actually win them a war or twenty.

They could start the expansion of Ba’athist power across the planet, he had a bone to pick out of some notable figures, those would be literal bones, torture was fun, it was a passion he shared with Uday, even if he resisted the urge in order to get work done.

He did enjoy hurting people, he would hurt Bush, and Clinton, and Thatcher, and Bush II the sequel!!!

And Blair, and Annan, and Albright, and, … … Whatsisname, … British prime minister between Thatcher and Blair, … … Really grey boring fellow, … Ah hell, anyway, this was going to be a LOT of fun.

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They arrived at the place where the transaction would occur, the customer was curious about the apparent apprenticeship scheme the prostitutes where running, Stacy noticed how he had grinned like a wolf upon noticing the choke chain on her neck in Wendies hand, he liked the idea Stacy was being forced.

Wendy jerked the chain, prompting Stacy to remember to ask “how would you like to use me sir?” the man, in his mid 20s, wearing jeans, a leather jacket, earrings, almost shaven hair, and the same pretentious suave that Upchuck normally displayed, said “I want to inspect her”

Stacy exposed her breasts and lowered her shorts and bikini panties, letting this perfect stranger feel her up, who either didn’t know how sensitive female genitals where or didn’t care.

“Okay, now let’s get her bent over that chair so I can do her” he said pointing at a tweed armchair.

Stacy, not bothering to re-dress herself, bent over the back of the armchair, the stuff itched against exposed skin, and the back was high enough to force Stacy onto tiptoes.

She held the ends of the armrests, remembering to put her hands anywhere where they won’t be tempted to protect her body from abusive hands.

She felt the man push his penis up her asshole, which was thankfully greased up well in advance, as was her vagina.

But the girls had deliberately picked something she was allergic to, and, as a result, both orifices itched like hell, that gave Stacy the inability to not look sultry, her legs and butt where never still.

He handled her breasts like they where bags of sand, twisting them painfully as he boned her, he stopped without ejaculating and walked around to her head.

She let him insert his penis into her mouth, she took the greasy penis and sucked on it when he wasn’t so far in that her airways were obstructed.

He pulled back to ejaculate onto her tongue, pulling back to her teeth when her suckling interfered with that, having this stuill ill the gap between her lips and her gums made her have to lick it up later, after he was completely done unloading semen.

He then told her to start sucking it again, she felt like she was going to throw up from the itchy grease in her oesophagus, but she still obeyed.

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Tiffany made her first run into the United States for this evening, all drugs, no missiles, she could evade US air traffic control and AWACS so easily, and if they did see her and send someone up, all she had to do was waste them.

She could at this point just tell roadrunner to do it, but she wanted to keep her reflexes sharp, so she occasionally went somewhere quiet and started simulations that would produce virtual bandits for her to splash.

She still trained whenever she had the opportunity at both gymnastics and quick aim, since it was that training that got her out of the police stations those times and what assured her survival at that warehouse.

She figured she may need it again, initially it was just a means to blow off steam, but it had proved invaluable.

She still wondered why she should feel badly about the fact she let the girls live and wasted the cops, after alle hae had to ensure her survival, and that meant, in the case of the police stations, the fastest pacification possible, because she was guaranteed to be outnumbered.

She was able to take softer measures with Daria and Sandi and the silly fucker that brought them there because they where too slow to present a real threat to her, she had all the strategic advantages, so there was no need.

She came up to a 747 that had just taken off, it had to have a decent fuel supply, she flew up to the area where the fuel access lay, and activated the fuel stealing gear.

A new door on the gun access door opened up, and a robotic hand reached out to the access panel and opened it.

Next, a pipe with a threaded end extended and connected to the fuel port, the robotic arm then manipulated switches and fuel entered from the airplane.

Radio traffic indicated that the drain had not gone unnoticed, and the 747 turned about to return to the airport from whence it came, roadrunner simply maintained its position.

This little airplane would be done well before anyone could see it, the fuel port would be just as the airport ground crew had left it, and no one will have a clue that the fuel problems are down to her stealing gas.

The fuelling complete, the robotic arm closed everything up and Roadrunner broke off, they resumed their original course.

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“Daria, we have to talk”

“About what?” I already know what this is going to be about, but let’s see, she thought as Helen answered “career day, your chosen field, … why on earth do you want to be a crime scene investigator?”

“I don’t know that I do, I just want to work it out, and accompanying a CSI at work would help with that”

“I thought you wanted to be a writer” “I do, and I can do that while doing any other job, but it helps if I have a job that will give me some ideas to work with”

Helen knew what sort of ideas that was likely to give Daria, she was glad she had such a smart girl, but she could be seriously warped at times.

It reminded Helen of Darias career aptitude test that came back morticiane ree remembered asking Daria about her life goals, and, oh there’s a shocker, Daria made light of it.

“Daria, have you given any thought to your career plans?” “I guess I’ll just wait around for people to kick the bucket” “I can’t believe you’re not more ambitious” “you want me to kill people to drum up business?”

“Daria, is this about you wanting to get Tiffany?” “Nope, besides, I wanted to do that, I’d look into becoming a bounty hunter like Sandi is doing” “okay, good point, but what made you want to become a CSI?” “Well, I do get a buzz from figuring out mysteries I’ve been interested in that for ages”

Well, if Darias reasons where as she said they where, Helen didn’t have a problem, but Daria had taken insane risks before as a result of what had happened with that Deckler girl.

She shuddered as she thought of the number of times Tiffany had been in this house, hanging around Quinn, she had been more worried about Darias friend J but but that turned out to be a false alarm.

“Okay, as long as you’re not expecting to contact Tiffany as a result of your career choice, sometimes I do worry about you” “you do? I never noticed that before”

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The whores got Stacy out of the box again, taking her to the shower, they cleaned her up ready for action again.

Then they dressed her up in her normal clothes, and made her up like normal, putting her hair back in its braided pigtails.

She paid them and left, walking home in a trance like state.

She had to be insane, she thought to herself, she was paying women to physically and sexually abuse her.

She knew of established houses of domination, she could have gone to a mistress specialising in domination fantasies, but they would keep it relatively asexual, and would be less willing to handle her in the way she wanted, it would also have been too clean.

For some reason Stacy got a kick from being beaten up and … beaten up and raped, … she was reading up for a career in psychology, because she wanted to understand herself better, also it would be interesting to find out what Tiffanies deal was.

She knew Tiffany had been raped by her regular dates, and now she knew Tiffany would have been more than capable of defending herself, not to mention reporting it, and if she had asked them to rape her like Stacy was asking the prostitutes to rape her, why would Tiffany want revenge?

Stacy didn’t know who was more fucked up, herself or Tiffany.

Stacy knew that there was nothing wrong with sadomasochistic fantasies and role play, but she was sure she was doing it in a way that wasn’t healthy, it was like an eating disorder, but nothing healthy would do.

But she didn’t want to stop, it did something for her, it made her feel high.

Like doing drugs.

Should she stop doing this, or continue?

She needed to talk to someone about this, but she couldn’t think of anyone who wouldn’t either condemn her as a pervert, or compel her to charge the prostitutes with sexually assaulting a minor (herself) in spite of her paying the women to abuse her.

The whole thing was a total fucking mess, she was a total fucking mess, and she knew that after a few more weekends like this, it would be insufficient, she would want to go further, sink deeper, but what further was there? Full time sexual slavery? But who could she trust to do it right?

She really was going insane.

She headed back to Darias, where she had told her parents she was staying, she had also paid Daria to cover for her.

Daria would want to know what she was up to as well.

Could she trust Daria wthisthis information?

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Daria waited in the dining room with her own and Stacies bags.

She wasn’t much more enthusiastic about covering for Stacies absence then her mother would probably be, but it was important to Stacy, and would appreciate the same level of co-operation if she had to do something that required a similar favour.

Plus Stacy was bribing her with a considerable quantity ash.ash.

She wondered what Stacy could possibly be doing.

Stacy entered the dining area and grabbed her bag, and they where off to school.

Stacy seemed to be high, she considered the possibility that Stacy might be using drugs, but that presented a question regarding the necessity of Stacy being unlocatable for just over two days straight.

Daria tried to remember Stacies beour our as far back as possible, but couldn’t think of any clues that something is up, she considered going to Sandi, but she imagined Stacy having a very good reason for coming to her, not Sandi.

She figured if Stacy did this again, she would follow her around, or get Jane to do it.

The problem was she had assured Stacy that she would not inform anyone of her absence.

Maybe she could simply ask Stacy to explain what she’s doing, this time she would have good reason, she even knew some torture techniques that would leave no marks if she so chose.

For instance, she could dress Stacy like a geek and restrain her in a public place.

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“So, found anything art related to experience for a day?” “As a matter of fact I have, architecture” “art in motion?” “Funny, … actually it would be kinda funny” “until you end up spending 20 years behind bars with your tongue up some hairy lesbian psychos crack”

No one noticed Stacy blush at hearing that forced blow job scenario.

“Hmm, good point, I think I’ll minor in civil engineering too, what about you Stacy?” “Psychologist, I’m kind of interested in how the mind works”

“I can imagine how that would work” said Daria, continuing with “please tell me all your embarrassing mental problems, don’t mind her, she’s just here for career day”

Jane joined in with “okay, well, I’ve had these fantasies about fist fucking teenaged girls up the ass and making them lick their own shit off my fist, normally that’s never been anything more than an amusing fantasy, but lately it’s turning into an urge to do it”

Stacyn’t n’t respond to Daria and Jane’s joke, she just reflected on how close to reality elements of their jokes where.

She was going to try to slip in questions about her situation without it looking like it was her she was describing, she had to know if she had a recognised problem or if she was okay.

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“Okay, everyone had a good weekend?” everyone answered an affirmative, although their mumbling of said affirmatives indicated they either had a shit time or didn’t like being asked this.

But that was kind of irrelevant “good, okay then, how are we doing with the cryogenic gas storage?”

“It’s going very well boss, we should be able to test the prototype on a real reactor by the weekend, if successful, we’ll be able to store more energy at a reduced volume”

“Sweet, how about the plasma power lines?” “Well, we’ve gone through the metal vapour and carbon vapour systems, the efficiency is still quite bad” “okay, we might have to abandon that, how about the ion drives?”

“The one for space is performing as expected, but the atmospheric one’s giving us problems with oxidation of the electrodes, the speed makes it impossible to maintain any kind of gas shield around the electrodes, and, as you know, no refractory material would take plasma for long”

“Okay, I so hope we won’t have to abandon that one, anything else?”

“Yeah, can we start selling this stuff now? We got production models we can start churning out now”

“Not yet, I want to wait until we got everything, I want to start from several large steps ahead of everyone else, anything else?”

Everyone replied no and they broke to begin their work.

Susannah Sheridan started her walk around of the research and development area of the factory.

To her staff, she was their weird boss who brought Sheridan aerospace into being with her ideas on nuclear physics, which had produced the XNF1, eXperimental Nuclear Fusion reactor 1, it fused hydrogen nuclei and harvested the energy using a ‘ricochet’ harvester.

This was a bulky system of vanes that the particles would bounce off shifting electron with each impact, this energy would then be run through a system that would separate hydrogen from oxygen, which would then be reunited in aroxyroxygen cell back to electrical energy.

The problem with capacitors was that they leaked too much for this, so they had no choice.

They now had two models for production, NFS1, and NFV1, Nuclear Fusion reactor Static plant 1 and Nuclear Fusion reactor Vehicular plant 1, the vehicular plant would be too big for anything smaller than a Humm Vee, but would provide more power than a normal Gasoline power plant.

The static plant was the size of a mini cooper, and could chuck out around 20 megawatts at around 5KV, 4KA, they had produced 20 of them.

Susannah had taken three of them for her own use, … because she can, … this was a private company, no shares, no stock market, no need to justify herself to anyone, including her employees.

She had given them the only excuse she can think of with regards to why they where not selling the reactors yet, and that was she she wasn’t done yet, she needed this legitimate face to receive goods that she would be unable to otherwise obtain.

The instant they start advertising that they got actual working fusion reactors, that will include the facilities to separate hydrogen from oxygen in water so you could just hook the thing to a tap, they where working on water purification so the NFV1 could be used on a submarine.

The reason her days in normal society would be limited after they start selling the reactors is that nothing like them had been developed before now, let alone been sold with all the trimmings of an advanced version of a production model.

The world was going to be extremely curious about the company, and while anonymity would be tolerated with something as mundane as haulage, an aerospace company with something like this, everyone will know something is up if she doesn’t show her face.

Photographs of which would turn up in various science magazines, who have covered face recognition software, they’d run her face because they don’t have a life, and the match would be with a highly wanted fugitive.

Everyone who worked here had signed confidentiality papers, but if it came to actual prosecution, Susannah would be concerned about her face hitting the news.

At least she didn’t need to hold hostages and keep a rocket plane ready to go this time.

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“So, what’s your first impression?” Daria thought this over and eventually replied “why is the diamond in the middle so big?”

The diamond she was referring to was a 2m by 4m rhomboid marked by tape and, as far as Daria could see, would be missed by the linear shaped charges that had killed the bodies found there and had put huge gashes in the walls.

“We think there may have been up to 30 people, guess they must have been disappointed with the turnout, we have no reason to believe they had totally cleared up all traces of additional deaths”

“Did you find anything within the diamond?” “Some cocaine and heroin particles, looks pure”

Daria didn’t know what to think of this, if this was a trap, why waste over 300kg of high explosives on so fewer people?

“If it was one person, it would make senor tor them to use something like this to kill those people, but the diamond is still a bit big, there are less conspicuous ways to take them out.

It’s possible the bomber was introducing him or herself as a new boss to these guys”

“That’s a bit elaborate, … but it makes more sense, another things that was suggested was that it was a vigila thi this has happened in a number of other cities across the united states, each incident had traces of the aforementioned drugs at them.

And each incident seems to be the same amount of time before a sudden drop in the price of drugs”

Stacy asked “do we know this for sure?”

“No, profiles are simply the best guess until now now better, a single person trying to show force in the making of a point makes the most military sense, but it could just as easily be a nutter doing this for a laugh” “oh”

Daria, Stacy, and Sandi had picked fields that rarely cross, but Stacy ended up with a psychologist that happened to do character profiles, and the bounty hunter that Sandi was tailing was working this case and had a background in law enforcement.

It seems Sandi enjoyed the idea of being armed and authorised to use lethal force, her first gig had been a disaster, thanks to her tailgating Daria while holding a grenade without the pin in place, she now knew not to tailgate on the battlefield.

Stacy remembered that night with even more shame, Daria had shoved Sandi to the deck and protected both herself and Sandi from the explosion, but Stacy had just stood there staring at it, she should have dived behind that desk or something.

“What about known Villains that do this shit?” Sandi asked.

“Well, let’s see, with the exceptions of Al Qeada operatives, who are looking for ways to strike terror into us infidels, just about all the villains that do this are in jail or have gas tight alibis, and someone you three girls have all contacted before”

“Tiffany Deckler, crime lord” said Daria “why not?” asked Sandi “no, it makes sense I guess, I just didn’t think of it, although I’ve been trying not to think of her actually”

Everyone looked at Daria uncomfortably, Sandi ventured “too painful?” “Not really, although getting shot was all sorts of not fun, I’m just concerned that I might end up becoming an obsessive Tiffany hunter” “oh, right” everyone nodded in understanding.

“So if it’s Tiffany, how long is she going to be able to keep her involvement a secret?”

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“Fucking mosquitoes” said Agri, as he slapped the little winged vampire.

The jungles of the Amazon where about the worst place on the planet for the Fedayeen team, they where going through water so fast it wasn’t funny, and the drug smuggler they where using as a guide was just laughing at them.

Agri Salaam had been in the Fedayeen for as long as it had existed, and he mostly loved it, mainly because he got to rape and torture as many women as he liked, there was always someone who needed to be made into an example.

Of course the nicest looking girls went to his boss Uday un fucked, but he still got first use of some decent looking girls.

The constraints on how badly he could fuck up this Tiffany girl where not any different from the top pussy that he would procure for Uday, and considering what they would potentially gain from this, a little restraint was worth it.

It might even be worth trekking through this rank, humid, disease ridden snake infested insect filled fucking shit hole, asn’asn’t going to cry when the Amazon was cleared of trees.

Step one was to observe the transaction taking place, they needed to see what Tiffany had in terms of self protection, they had convinced the smuggler to accept radioactive heroin.

Iraq had some nuclear materials, just not enough to do any more than make everyone make Iraq look like the Sea of Tranquillity.

Once they had Tiffany, that would change.

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They followed the drug dealer to the rendezvous point, the rendezvous took place in a field.

This indicated that Tiffany had friends watching her, otherwise it would take place inside the jungle.

The dealer sold Tiffany his drugs and they parted company.

Tiffoccaoccasionally talked to someone over a communications device of some kind as she left.

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Tiffany que questioned her own wisdom when she had decided to install such complicated sensors on roadrunner, but her decision had paid off.

Someone was watching her, she didn’t know who, she guessed it would be some drugs cops.

In spite of her being on the news for splashing a load of cops, she doubted they or even the drug smuggler she was buying off of would recognise her, especially since she went by the name Tracy Jackson.

She decided to rendezvous with roadrunner in another field.

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They followed her tracking along the perimeter of the field, they didn’t want to get seen by her until they had her in Udays prison.

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Roadrunner reported that the people where moving along the perimeter of the jungle.

Tiffany decided that they where a threat.

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The target had stopped for some reason.

Had she spotted them?

Only the ones further into the jungle lived to know the answer.

It would be a day before they had the ability to see again.

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“So how was your day?” Daria simply handed Helen a load of documents, she read them and frowned, then she signed them, and handed them back to Daria who placed them in an envelope.

Daria left.

Helen had remembered a time last summer when Daria had joked about working for the CIA, and now Daria had information that required her to obtain someones signature on a confidentiality agreement prior to answering questions about her day.

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“So, how was your day?” “It was interesting, apparently most bounty hunters are retired cops or retired soldiers, I really have to think about if I want to pursue either job, or maybe become a federal ag “do “don’t you think you’re being a touch ambitious?”

Sandi just scowled and went to her room, leaving Linda to think about what she had done.

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“So, how was your day?” “Fine” Stacy didn’t get the chance to ask what she wanted to ask, the shrink may not have made the connection, but Daria definitely would have, and so, she had to wait.

She considered phoning a psychologist anonymously, but she had to be reasonably sure that the psychologist wouldn’t go nuts.

The one she had tailed all day, she knew would reserve judgement because he specialised in sexual psychology, but he happened to have been booked by the police for some work on a serial rapist, and they had ended up discussing all the other cases too.

It was interesting to learn what Tiffany was probably doing these days, but she couldn’t quite imagine Tiffany as a Mafia don for some reason.

Stacy had access to the internet, but with the parental control systems on her computer, she couldn’t access the information she needed for any kind of self diagnosis, all she knew was that she was headed to- no, make that AT somewhere dangerous.

She was having the prostitutes pimping her to strangers, and these guys hadn’t had to produce medical clearance, she could already have a sexually transmitted disease, and yet, any kind of safety precaution beyond birth control would ruin the mood for her.

She didn’t hire the prostitutes to fulfil a sexfantfantasy, she knew this because she wasn’t sexually excited by this, they had managed to coax her to a number of forced orgasms, but she had picked situations she knew would make her queasy.

So if it wasn’t sexual satisfaction she was after, what need was it she was trying to fulfil? What was it she felt so good about after each session? She went in needing it, and came away sated somehow, and she was already thinking about what she would like the prostitutes to do to her next fortnight.

And it was totally gross.

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“So how was your day?” “It was excellent, I learned quite a bit about buildings, and already have some ideas” “excellent, tell me all about it” Jane continued the conversation with herself on her way to her bedroom.

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“I thought you knew how to use natural concealment” “her friends could have thermoptic gear, if we want to hide from that, we need to be shrouded in something at least as low as ambient” “alright, do you need more money to make that happen?”

“We’re going to need easteast a truck of liquid nitrogen, we may need other stuff as well, we should wait until we have a better plan before we get the truck, I’ll call you tomorrow with the details”

“alright, just don’t fuck this up” “yes boss” Jaziel Hassan hung up.

He was starting to work out what would be needed to hide from thermoptics, they also needed a means to capture Tiffany and get her clear off the rendezvous before her friends could react.

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Tiffany arr at at Susannah Sheridans residence and got out of roadrunner, she entered the house through the back after sending roadrunner back home, and headed to the bathroom.

She was dressed in her underwear, she couldn’t bring any of her normal clothes with her in case something happens, and she couldn’t wear any of her legal citizen clothes on roadrunner, it might pick up evidence.

She placed the underwear in her laundry basket and headed to the bathroom.

After thoroughly ningning herself, she dried herself off and then she got out the spirit based dye.

This dye would do two things.

1: it would penetrate her epidermis so her skin would retain it’s own texture, and the dye wouldn’t rub off, her skin will look like it’s supposed to be that colour.

2: it would visually alter her appearance so she could pass as someone who isn’t Tiffany.

Her hair colour allowed her to paint her pubic regions and armpits without having to avoid colouring the hair, she didn’t have to alter the shape of her face in any way, she aimed for something between Mexican and Chinese skin tones.

She had this bullshit story worked out where her Mexican mum was a prostitute who got pregnant off a Chinese guy and decided to keep her.

Susannah was removed by social services and raised in a religious school and got into teaching nuclear physics, and saved up to start this company.

This story had remained untold so far because no one gave a fuck, she didn’t expect anyone to, but getting caught out by thermhermite had really burned her, so she nowadays did a more thorough assessment and took more precautions.

Hence her doing her whole body like this, and not just the normally visible areas.

She considered going out on the pull like this, she could really use a fuck, but that introduced the possibility that she would be captured by someone who would figure out who she really is, or she might get drugged and sold to a pimp.

That would merely be an irritation, she’d beat such individuals into a pink sludgy substance and call her airplane from the nearest phone, land line or cell, but she wouldn’t want to chance it anyway.

There was one way she could get some without too greater risk, but she should do it as Tiffany, not Susannah.

She made a mental note to do that as soon as she had taken care of this task.

She got dressed and headed out, she had purchased a flat bed truck.

Men do hit on her (Susannah) for sex, and now she was considering letting one do her in a utility closet or something, or doing them, just about any of the men that had propositioned her would probably ejaculate after half a minute.

But she knew from masturbation that she had a strong vagina, she could use that to keep a penis erect irrespective of how exhausted the man attached to it was, and when they where done, she’d walk, he’d limp, … and would spread or perpetuate rumours about her sexual appetite.

For some reason she couldn’t bring herself to care about that, in fact, she would be pleased if she was thought of as a … stud? The word slut seemed inappropriate if she where the aggressor and she could fuck men so hard that they couldn’t remember their names without her sweating so much as a drop.

She headed out to the glass works to pick up the latest part of her submarine base.

She had already created her submarine hanger using a small submarine powered by a NFV1 and a skycrane she had purchased.

The skycrane was usually parked in her back yard, the small submarine she was using for construction would wait near the hanger until she stuck a sonic transducer in the water ands sent a code that called it to her.

She had set up a tent under the water, and had set up another NFV1 to produce oxygen from the water to inflate the tent, this tent had ducts that would lead to the surface, she would then dump concrete into these ducts from the skycrane.

It took six loads which she had divided within the tent so that she could immediately go in with the submarine after parking the Helo and shake the concrete into the cavities before it sets.

The reason she used concrete was because the place would need to be there a while

The problem was that in order to pour concrete from the skycrane into the tent, she had to hover over the hanger, and there can’t be enough really beloselos around that she wouldn’t be noticed.

Then there was the platform on which the final submarine would be built.

This would be an elevating platform that could lift the parts out of the water for assembly and then lower the completed submarine into the water.

Once this submarine was completed and kitted out, she would have the freedom to go anywhere for materials.

The first thing she was thinking of doing once she had the sub was gather all the ships and resources sunk in the Atlantic in world war 2, she had designed this submarine to be able to access these depths.

Right now she was getting the parts built and gathering them in one place.

If she got recognised as Tiffany Deckler before she was ready, she didn’t know how she would be able to find a new source of custom glass parts that big.

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“So my lovely, sweet Stacy, what can I do for you?” “I need to know how to hack through anti-porn measures, I want to look up some stuff on the psychological aspects of sex” “why not try the sex instead of analysing it?”

Of course Upchuck would hit on her, and she might even find a use for him if she decided to continue on with her current path.

But she needed to find out if there was something wrong with her, she had to find out why she seemed to be on a mission to degrade herself.

“Charles, … ” she had to talk to someone about this, Upchuck was the least likely to react with disgust, but she needed to be sure he wouldn’t tell people about this, … wait, who’d believe him? The most likely effect that his indiscretion may have is more slaps.

“Listen, and do not mock me, I have got a serious problem here, and I don’t know what to do about it” in a suave voice, he asked her “what sort of problem? One that coul-” “HEY! What did I just say?” “ ... Sorry, … go ahead”

Stacy took a deep breath and started into it “I’ve been paying prostitutes to abuse me, I’m not sure why, I’m just going with my urges, can I give you details without you making lewd comments?”

Upchuck seemed uncomfortable with this, she took it as a sign that he was going to take this seriously “ uh, … okay … ”

“Alright, … you remember that time when Tiffany took Jonathon hostage and made me purchase materials and parts for her?” “Yes” “okay, shortly after that, I sought out a couple of lesbian prostitutes and paid them to have their way with me, and I mean their waycauscause I think I did it to gross myself out”

“What?” “I had them force me into bed and use me, I’m not even gay, I don’t find women erotic, and then I kept going back and started getting them to beat me into submission” “beat you as in … ” “punches, kicks, knee and elbow strikes, I had them beat the crap out of me”

“Huh, … that sounds like, … … so this wasn’t anything erotic, just, … assault and sexual battery?” “Yeah, … what does it sound like” “okay, I’m not winding you up or anything, but what you say you do, … having girls beat the crap out of me, the shit I get from Barch, … I seek that out too … how far have you taken this?”

Stacy felt like she was going to stop breathing as she said “well, I had them use me as a urinal, and lately, I’ve been having them pimp me to strangers” “I see, … are you aware of the presence of STDs?” “Yeah, in fact, that makes it more attractive for me for some reason”

“Okay, can you resist doing that again for a while? I will need to look around for a while, it may be related to a psychological problem” this was the sum of all Stacies fears.

“Am I going to have to go to a nut house?” “No, I doubt it, I mean, if you ask them to, I’m sure they can confine you for X amount of time, but for this, I guess it would be strictly voluntary, I’d have to read up on that I guess” “right”

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“Nice legs miss Sheridan, what time do they open?” you’d think they’d be less obnoxious around paying customers, either that, or the man really thought that was a romantic come on.

Still, she had taken a decision.

She barely managed to keep a straight face as she asked “Would you like to have sexual intercourse with me?” in a manner that would make people think of Seven of Nine off of Voyager.

The fork lift truck driver, playing Harry Kims part to a tee, was stunned, obviously no woman had ever responded with anything more receptive than a punch up the bracket.

“I, … err, … ” Tiffany maintained her look of authority, like she had just asked a subordinate what his progress in an assigned task was.

“Tell you what, I’ll take my purchase home, you think about your answer, then hopefully when I’m back next week, you’ll have made up your fucking mind”

“Right” he said as he got in the forklift truck and lifted the glass component secured to its custom made palette into the air, Tiffany watches as the crew loaded the item into the truck.

They then used the loading bays Cartesian crane to lift the cover and drag it over the package.

The crew and Tiffany secured the cover.

The forklift driver then came up to Tiffany and said “we have some business that we need to discuss, if you’ll follow me” “right” Tiffany followed the gu a s a smaller store room, it was obvious the guy was done thinking about it.

Tiffany had picked a plaid flannel shirt and jeans for this trip because a sharp business suit would look suspicious, but she was one of those girls that looked good in anything, hence the whistles and cat calls every time she came here.

This guy seemed to lead the action, it wasn’t a nuisance, in fact, it was amusing to her, this would technically be sexual harassment, but there was no threat factor here, this threatened neither her authority nor her body.

She was fairly certain this guy intended to take her up on his offer, but this could also be genuinely business related.

They got there and he said “is your offer for sex still open?” “Yes” she maintained her cool air of authority, he chuckled and said “okay, let’s see what you got”

Tiffany removed her shirt and bra, placing them on a nearby shelf, he reached over and felt her breasts, but he felt something was wrong with her manner in this instance.

“Your turn” “right” he was expressing a childish excitement, he removed his shirt and vest, dropping them on the floor.

He was a bit chubby, but not too ugly, she approached, pulling him into a hug, it turned into a battle for command.

He broke the kiss and said “Whoa, easy girl, just relax into it” “Negative” she locked fingers with his left hand and pulled it into a hard grip “ahh, that hurts” “it won’t if you don’t resist” he was getting less comfortable with her all the time.

She then used her grip to manoeuvre him against a wall, her other hand grabbing his throat and side of his head, she forced a kiss out of him.

He tried to push her off him, eventually he managed to get her off, she jumped back and asked “I thought you wanted to have sex” “well, I do” “you thenthen you don’t, then you do, then you don’t again, make up your fucking mind already would ya?”

“Alright, yes I do” he thhargharged at her, grabbing her arms and attempting to spin her so she was back against the wall.

If you have ever wondered what to do if a pursuing car tries to fish tail you? The answer is to steer into the spin.

She continued the spin and he slammed into the wall, this stunned him long enough for Tiffany to get his trousers down, hers followed, she then locked fingers in one hand again, suing her other to get his genitals out of his pants, and into her panties, lodging his glans in her vestibule.

She then interlocked the fingers in the other hand and waited for him to recover enough of his senses to assess the situation, then she squeezed her fingers into the back of his hands and started fucking him.

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The others where waiting around this store room listening to the noise coming from within,tly tly impacts of ass against wall and his grunting, eventually her shouting “COME ON, GET THE LEAD OUT, I GET MORE FUCK FOR MY BUCK OUT OF BLOW UP DOLLS”

There here more noises of sexual activity going on, then “FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, ALRIGHT, ON YOUR KNEES THEN, SEE IF YOU CAN GIVE HEAD”

This was quieter, then “yeah, that’s more like it”

Eventually she emerged, looking a little high.

They waited, and a roughed up looking version of the forklift driver limped out of the room, holding his trousers up.

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Tiffany drove to her aliases home and reflected on what had happened.

It was basically the sexual equivalent of drinking someone under the table, and as mentioned before, the sexual harassment wasn’t that bothersome, just puerile.

The difference between a stud and a slut was normally a gender difference, but that was statistical, not technical, … well, terminology in this field was rarely technical anyway.

She felt she had asserted power over him, he would probably be more careful about isg seg sexual challenges in the future.

She chuckled at the thought of what would happen if more women actually took men up on these challenges and fucked their brains out, of course the girls would have to be as muscled up as Tiffany was.

In addition to her gymnastic exercises, she spent most of her day in her base in the desert which was located high up, 20klicks SSW of Sigsig in Equador, almost 10 angels of barometric altitude, that meant more haemoglobin was produced for greater oxygen stores.

Also, she used electrostimulation gear for exercise while you sit around like a slob, this increased her physical strength to compliment her gymnastic and Kung Fu training.

The primary aim was for better hand to hand capabilities, and that really cool running up walls while shooting people thing she saw in The Matrix.

The Matrix, mention that was inspiration to anyone, and the censors would be up in arms again, bored assholes looking for a cause to fight for who don’t realise that the stress certain people experience is what is normally needed to make shit like this happen.

Besides, the Columbine kids also wanted to kamikaze an airliner into buildings in New York, not like they could have gotten that out The Matrix- oh, wait, the UH1 Trinity was flying, … okay, never mind.

But still, remove the movies, and everyone would go stir crazy, incidents of violence would increase beyond anything imaginable.

Tiffany may not have been exceptionally brilliant at history, but she knew full well that if people in general weren’t at least reasonably happy, didn’t have anything to look forward to, like with inter war Germany, late first world war Russia.

Or modern day situations like Russia, Chechnya, Palestine, Zimbabwe, Afghanistan, that’s probably what these assholes wanted, a bad situation they can exploit.

It wasn’t like she wasn’t exploiting a bad situation herself though, she was making millions a week off of drugs, drugs that mrealreality more bearable to people, drugs that made miserable people happy.

It wasn’t just that your internal painkiller systems got wiped out by the drugs, the consumers wanted to escape reality so badly, and that’s what these drugs gave them, a safe happy place they could go for a while.

They usually had to resort to desperate acts to get the money to procure more drugs, and that further trapped them in their desperate situations by making them unemployable, or got them fired from reasonably paying jobs because they failed a drugs test.

She was making things worse, the legal system and society in general met her half way, but her role was undeniably crucial.

She was doing it again, she was trying to appease her conscience, when she should be burying her conscience and GETTING ON WITH THE CONSTRUCTION OF HER SUBMARINE! She needed a permanent base of operations, and anything on land could get located, hence the submarine.

She also needed a machine that would give her the sex she wanted, because that fuck in the storeroom at the glass works was just pathetic, it’s not like she can allow herself to be fucked silly like she wanted, because she didn’t fully trust other humans.

All her true friends where machines, and she needed more of them.

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The Internet hadn’t been particularly useful, he had found a load of pages with technical definitions for sexual dysfunctions, his searches had been related to extreme masochism, pain addiction, self flagellation, with not a lot of success.

And the library had not been much help, any psychology books tended to be long and rambling, that was the nature of the field of psychology.

No one knows anything for sure, and some signs can be misleading, you need to have read all the notes of those who came before you before you knew part of what you where doing.

What that meant was that upchuck was not going to be able to help Stacy out, she was going to have to see a professional psychologist.

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“I see, … ” that was all Stacy could think to say for now.

Another thing about psychology was that it was so complex that too few people acquire que qualification for hiring one to be in any way affordable on her allowance, which was pretty generous considering the premise for it.

“I could try and find someone cheap, but I doubt I’ll find one who will specialise in sexual psychology, … but sex does underpin a lot of human behaviour, so there’s a good chance whoever I find will be able to help narrow the field a little, I mean, it may still be fruitless, but, … ”

“Okay, thanks” they broke off the meeting for their various activities.

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Sandi met Stacy in the hallway and asked her to accompany her to the toilets.

Sandi searched all the stalls then asked Stacy “so what do you need to see a psychologist for?”

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Stacy awoke staring at a tiled ceiling, that was weird, her ceiling wasn’t like that.

She glanced around and saw the school nurse talking to her parents.

They noticed her eye movement and gathered around her.

“How you feeling Miss Rowe?” the nurse asked “err, … what am I doing here?” “Sandi brought you in, said you fainted right in front of her, you had zero blood pressure when you came in, you been feeling faint lately, or cold, dizziness, anything?”

Stacy thought hard about this “err, … no, nothing like that” “okay, I’d like you to see a doctor, check into a hospital for a while, okay?” “err, yeah, I guess that would be wise” she had fainted, in front of Sandi, … she had done this because Sandi knew about Stacies problem.

She felt faint again “err, I’m feeling a little weird now, I don’t have to move anywhere just yet do I?”

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Tiffany approached the drug smuggler with the briefcase load of cash.

This was some of the heroin, … the one where roadrunner spotted that tracking crew was also heroin, surely it would be easier for US agencies to track the flow of cocaine than heroin.

A European crew then?

But they’d be after people smuggling drugs to Europe, and the people they send here would be here to tackle cocaine production as a favour to the United States, who would be here rackrack heroin?

Maybe they where after her?

How where they finding her?

She was the biggest player when it came to drug traffic into the United States, thanks to her, cocaine and heroin where once again cheaper than methamphetamines and even Cannabis.

If all drugs lead to her, then it’s possible, … but why would they follow the heroin first? It’s gotta asieasier to follow the cocaine, it’s routes are usually on land into the Untied States, that means more hiding places for observers.

She didn’t know all the tricks that smugglers use.

Actually, the tricks smugglers use to throw off cops could be why heroin would be just as easy to follow as cocaine, it might even be easier, the smugglers got it this far, maybe they where complacent at this stage of the journey.

She got to the smuggler and she handed over her case, hew gave her his case, she took a sample from each case and used her portable MMR machine to determine the purity.

She had previously encored red drugs that had been cut with sugar, salt, and sometimes even wax, caustic soda, even potassium cyanide, after she paid reduced prices for the contaminated shipments (which had to be purified by her), the smugglers sorted it out.

Except one shipment the other week had been radioactive, it was pure, but it wouave ave to cool off for about a year before she could sell it, it was the shipment where she had to blow up those people, so they where obviously the ones that had made the drugs radioactive.

Otherwise, she had no legitimate (legitimate, oh man, I crack me up) complaints she didn’t know or care how, just as long as the drugs where purer these days.

This shipment was good.

“I am satisfied that this shipment is pure enough for full payment” “good” “did you hear about an incident last week involving an explosion in the forest?” “No” “right, what happened was that one of the other smugglers was tracked to the meeting, they attempted to follow me.

I took them out, be aware someone may be attempting to discover the routes you use, you may need to revise them, I will attempt to ascertain who it is that’s doing this” “there was someone asking about my customers, but I didn’t tell them anything.

And I do have a system for detecting and shaking trackers, they didn’t seem like law enforcement agents, half of them had comb moustaches like Saddam Hussein” “hmm, … can you inquire back up the supply train without risk of consequences?”

“I don’t think I can, my suppliers may help out, but that could cause these guys to change tactics, they may improve their techniques and SOPs or even resort to more invasive techniques, the kind that includes jumper leads and mains to high voltages”

“Alright, that case, I’ll see what I can do” she closed the drugs case and headed off again.

There was a possibility they would try to intercept her at the same location, she would have to do a thorough search of the area with roadrunners forward Radar and X-ray array.

Radar needed electrical conductivity, X-rays needed electron density, Radar could be hidden from by metals using geometry (like with the F117 nighthawk, the SR71 blackbird and, of course, roadrunner).

X-rays agitated individual electrons irrespective of where the molecules would allow them to go on a radio photon, it required more power per unit area, but there where instances where it was worth it.

She could just blow off that meeting, but she had to continue, she wasn’t going to make anything from the factory, as soon as it launched its reactors, she’d be recognised and would have to leave, she would have to tackle these guys instead of running from them.

She decided she would have to capture one of them and have a chat with them, the kind of chat that involved jumper leads and mains voltages.

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“Hello?” “Is Daria there?” “That depends, you’re not going to get her involved something dangerous again, is that understood?” “For fucks sake Helen, we had no reason to believe we’d get abducted.

Besides, it was her that suggested the obbo and our compliance with DI shit for brains wish that we accompany him into a fucking war zone, I just want to ask her advice on something, okay?”

Helen considered Sandis request and said “if Daria gets shot as a result of your interaction with her again, I will obtain a restraining order, is that understood?” “Yes” “good” she called out to Daria.

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“So, what’s up?” “It’s Stacy” “this will end well” “no, I doubt we’re looking at more contacts with gun toting psycho girls, but Stacy apparently is looking for a psychologist with regard to something sexual”

Daria was not impressed “okay, and this is our business because we’re insane religious butt holes who think any sex not used in marriage to reproduce is abhorrent to god?” “She was talking to upchuck about this, and he was offering to find her a psychologist”

“Gee, I wonder what therapy he’ll push for? … Why would Stacy trust Upchuck with this?” “I think she really is insane” “no, I think I have an idea, what does Stacy fear thet?” t?” “Oh, only everything” “no, more specifically, what is it that she avoids in particular” “err, … … ”

“Begins with a H, followed by a U, then an M, an I, an L, another I, -” “Daria, stop exploiting my lack of knowledge to humiliate me and tell me if you’re trying to tell me Stacy fears public humiliation above all else”

Daria smiled at this and said “yes, okay, Stacy thinks what she tells us of her problem, we’ll react badly, tell the whole school about it, and make everyone hate her.

Upchuck, on the other hand, is A: too perverted for this to offend, and B: about as credible as Saddams ‘weapons? What weapons?’ speech” Daria paused while Sandi digested this.

“So, Stacys doing something perverted?” “Definitions of perversion are relative, Sandi, if you’re really Stacys friend, you will treat her with respect and this information with confidence however gross it gets, okay?”

Sandi was taking a while to respond, on the plus side, that meant Sandi could be taking her obligations to Stacy as a friend seriously, on the other hand, she could be plotting a way to distance herself from Stacy at school.

Sandi eventually asked “exactly how weird can it get?”

Daria considered this carefully “it’s a very wide range, it depends how prudish she is, she might be worrying over something as routine as possibly being gay, or it could be something fairly extreme such as urological or faecal fetishes” Daria waited for a response form Sandi.

“Uh, … … what?” “She could be fantasising or getting people to piss and or shit on her body or in her mouth” “WHAT???” that didn’t sound like Sandi “Mo-therrrr, could you be any ruderrrr?” aww hell, thought Daria, as the fan experienced an impact with faecal matter.

“Linda Griffin, if you so much as leak a word of this to anyone, you will be hit with an invasion of privacy lawsuit so big you’ll have to sell your children into slavery to pay it off” “HEY!” Sandi responded, … so, Helen was here too.

“We’ll speak tomorrow, Sandi” “agreed” they hung up.

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Jaziel Hassan was as satisfied as he could be that they would get Tiffany tonight.

And all he needed was a lot of gas.

Plus a few other things.

They where preparing the meeting place now.

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“Hello, Upchuck” he turned to see Daria and Sandi, and opened his mouth to speak when Daria said “what has Stacy been doing with herself lately?” “Err, … why should I tell you?” “Because we’re Stacies friends, and we need to know what’s going on”

Upchuck frowned at them, this was a look one rarely saw on him “right, here’s the thing” there was none of the usual theatrical suaveness in his voice now “Stacy confided in me, and I am not going to betray that confidence”

“Listen you little creep, we’re not here to-” Daria interrupted Sandi with a wave, and said “Stacy paid me to provide a false alibi last weekend, I want to know what activities I was covering up” Upchuck considered this, then said “I’ll tell you only, Daria, but you will not relay details onto anyone else”

“Agreed” they looked at Sandi, who eventually left.

“So, what’s going on?” “Stacy told me she’s been getting these prostitutes to beat her up and sexually abuse her” “okay, … that doesn’t sound like anything-” “it’s apparently not a sexual thing”

“Okay, … has she done anything dangerous?” “She had them pimp her to strangers knowing she’s opening the risk of infection from sexually transmitted diseases, this apparently started after her abduction by Tiffany, and started off as basic ravishment”

“I see, … you seem to take this situation personally-” “not talking about it” “-okay, okay, … we should visit Stacy together”

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Upchuck and Daria entered the room together, this didn’t look good.

“Hi Stacy” said Daria, Upchuck explained “Sandi overheard us, apparently, and Daria was covering for your absence” “oh, … right, … what’s the ver?”
?”

“The verdict is we need to assess how big a threat your behaviour presents to your health, but if you’re asking around for advice, I would guess you think you’re in trouble here, is that right?” Stacy nodded.

“Okay, I need you to tell me what you can about what you’ve been doing, focussing on what you have done, and the effect it had, okay?” “Okay”

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“Daria, we need to talk” “alright” Daria accompanied her mom to the dining room.

“Okay, here’s the thing, Stacy isn’t respble ble for her own welfare, if there is something wrong with her, her parents must be informed” “if there’s something wrong with her, her parents might overreact and exacerbate the problem or add another problem.

I know as a lawyer your first instinct is to go by the letter of the law, but I have to tell you that I do not feel it is in Stacies interest for us to tell her parents, she needs someone calm to confide in, and statistically, I’m sorry, but that excludes most adults.

I have some clues to use for a search, and I’m satisfied she will be safe from harm for now, so let me work on this for now” “alright, but I’d like to know what your clues are” “ … that would require me to partially divulge what Stacy has been doing” “I need to know”

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Tiffany approached the smuggler with the money.

She had detected a steel truck near by, she had determined it was loaded with a cryogenic liquid, but there seemed to be no threat from it, it was too far away for a BLEVE to be a problem.

It was also the wrong side of the ridge for an effective thermobaric application, she was even less worried about a liquid oxyacetylene bomb, shock waves that sharp don’t round corners that well.

There was also a hot air balloon in the area, but she had no reason to believe it was up to anything, she couldn’t detect any weapons in the area, there where some people camped around the truck, roadrunner would inform her if they moved away from it.

She approached the smuggler and they swapped cases, checking their counterparts had met their part of the deal.

Tiffany tried to remember how to operate the MMR gear.

She felt something against her side, she looked in that direction and saw the ground.

She got this distinct feeling that something was wrong with this, but she couldn’t figure out what.

She figured she’d get some sleep and work it out tomorrow.

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“We got her, we’re headed out now” “roger”

That seemed too easy, Tiffany had fallen asleep from hypoxia, then one of them had parachuted in from the balloon with an oxygen mask.

He would restrain Tiffany, removing any weaponry, and leave with her in the drug smugglers vehicle.

At this point the nitrogen was turned off, since the pickup truck would need oxygen to move.

This still seemed way too easy though.

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“Butcher of Baghdad” “hey dad, we got her, she’s being smuggled in as we speak” “sweet” “we’re going to take over the world, dad, we’re going to the over the World”

“Oooooh, say it again” “what? We’re gonna take over the world?” “Oooh hoo hoo hoo hoo, I can’t wait” “it won’t be long, just a couple of days, I gotta get back to work now” “okay, bye-bye” Saddam hung up, he then reached under his desk and produced a box labelled ‘1metre dia. Inflatable globe’

He pulled the globe out and started inflating it.

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“So, you feel relief afterwards?” “Yes, … but eventually it becomes insufficient, I want to go through something that will make me feel sick” “so, this would be a form of self flagellation then?” “Huh?” “You’re punishing yourself” “well, … that might be it … but, … what would I do that for?”

Daria considered this and suggested “how about we go through everything involving the hostage situation, start from the datem whm which you where abducted from”

“You think it has something to do with what Tiffany did to me?” “Possibly” “well, … the first weekend after the abduction, she tortured me, wired my feet to this Junkheap wars electrostimulation kit” “did she say why?”

“Apparently it was because I asked her to hurt me before doing something to the hostage if I did something wrong” “hmm, … … this was before you found out what he was attempting to do to you, right?”

“Right, … she had used some wood working tools to remove his finger tip, told me if I didn’t watch, she’d keep removing them” “that must have been fun” “it wasn’t, … I couldn’t stop her from doing that to him, and she always took great care when handling me”

“You feel like you got off too lightly” “yes, I did, … stupid, right” “yeah, but that’s humans for you” “but I should know that I have nothing to feel bad about, I mean, … it’s just stupid” but it fitted.

“Okay, … that is still the most likely source of your guilt, and people do use self inflicted pain to make themselves feel better under similar situations” “right, anorexics, and cutters, only I’m too chicken to do that, so I pay people to do that for me”

“Psychologists do refer people to houses of domination in some cases, but not for shit like this, if you think you’re going to take this to a life threatening extreme, we might need to look at another option.

My suggestion for now would be that you keep it below the level you have it now, perhaps try to wean yourself off of it, do you think you can resist the urge to go further, or would you need help to do that?”

Stacy thought bout it, and asked “I think I can, but if I can’t, what can you do?”

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“So, Daria, what’s the situation with Stacy?” “Well, she’s not in any imminent danger, the problem apparently is that Tiffany was rough on Jonathon and gentle on her, are you familiar with conditions such as anorexia and self harm cases?”

“You’re saying that Stacy is doing something similar with those prostitutes?” Helen asked “pretty much, it distracts her from her feelings of guilt.

Stacy knows now the origin of her behaviour, and that might be enough to stop her, she knows she’s getting into something dangerous, and wants to stop-” “we need to tell her parents” “absolutely not, I don’t care about what the law says on this, I care about Stacies well being.

We don’t get her parents involved unless we absolutely have to, I want to trykeepkeep Stacy in control of her own recovery, she loses that, she will get more problems to deal with, mostly related to depression.

I’m going to talk to Stacy again tomorrow, if she doesn’t think she can work this on her own, I’m going to ask her permission to bring Sandi in on this, I think we can trust her to look out for Stacy, and arrange suitable activities, okay?”

Helen considered this and said “you are not a qualified psychologist, if I follow your advice and Stacy ends up dead, I will be in a ton of shit for failure to notify her legal guardians, … that said, I will go along with your suggestions for now.

In spite of a number of spectacular fuckups, you have proven to be right most of the time on a number of matters, including some in which I have executed bad judgement”

“Thank you mum, I appreciate this goes against your instincts, and will make every effort to justify your faith in me” she then turned and left for her room.

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Stacy was enjoying her date with Skylar when suddenly Tiffany appeared and said “Hiya Stace, who’s this?” Skylar lookedred red as Tiffany walked up behind him and put him in a sleeper hold “he’s nice, I think I’ll play with him, wanna watch?”

Stacy walked up to them, only for Tiffany to throw Skylar to the ground and grab Stacy, putting her in an arm lock as she applied the soft leather cuffs to each wrist.

Skylar got up and approached, Tiffany stopped applying restraito ato a struggling Stacy long enough to put him in an arm lock, forcing his arm too far, causing his shoulder to dislocate, then she stamped on his ankle at an angle that would sprain it.

She then returned to Stacy who hadn’t had time to formulate a response.

“Tiffany, please don’t” “why not, we had fun last time, remember you wanted to join me?” “But, … I mean, … ” “hush, Stacy” said Tiffany, as she produced the gag she had used on Stacy that time “please don’t do this, Tiffan-” the last word was cut off as the gag was pushed into place.

Her wrists where linked to the back of it, then Tiffany restrained her feet, she got Stacy into a kneeling position, and linked her feet to the gag with enough chain to allow her to comfortably kneel.

Then Tiffretureturned to Skylar who was still there, trying to figure out how to extract Stacy.

Tiffany started with walking around him and occasionally kicking him, saying “get to to this Stacy, this is how it’s going to be from now on, you watch, while I destroyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy”

A soothing voice broke through this reality and Stacy felt the contact sensations change from her kneeling position to her lying on her bed.

She woke up and found she was on a bed, but not hers, she was in hospital, why? Oh yeah, fucking fainting spell, she was in for observation.

The duty nurse had heard her as she was doing her rounds.

“Sorry, I didn’t wake anyone, did I?” “No, you didn’t seem to be enjoying that dream though” “oh, yeah, well, it’s gone” “okay, you need anything?” “No thanks, I’m fine” “alright” the nurse then left.

Stacy pondered how it would be like in a hospital where she couldn’t discharge herself.

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Tiffanies arms and legs hurt, she needed to lie back down, but if she did, the metal bumps would come into contact with her skin again and she’d feel another electrical discharge.

Where the fuck was?
?

She remembered doing a drug purchase, like any other she had done before, and she had conked out, but why?

She ran through what she knew.

1: she had fainted.

2: she was awoken by an electric shock from metal balls pressed against her shoulders, lower ribs, and hips, she was face down on them with no clothes on.

3: she couldn’t lift herself higher than about a foot and a half, turn around, or horizontally relocate, and lying on only one row solved nothing, the shocks apparently went vertically along the grid as well.

4: the shocks where real belters, the first shocks had caused her heart to temporarily stop, and when she had partially lifted off, she was almost blinded by the arc, she had gotten a view of the interior, it was oriented strand board.

There where neat 5cm holes in front of her in an isometric pattern that lead to a cavity stuffed with pink insulation wool, there was no visible seam for a door.

5: there was no way this was an accident, and any law enforcement agencies would have introduced themselves by now.

6: several rows of gripper rods where attached to the box floor under her breasts.

Whoever had abducted her had gone through more trouble than your average psycho, so these guys knew who they had, and most cops would either have introduced themselves and told her she was under arrest etc. or have introduced themselves and started beating the crap out of her.

Whoever had her, knew who she was, and wanted to fuck with her mind, or soften her up, the gripper rods emphasised that they where really going to work her over.

She had tried resting on the electrodes again occasionally, but found she couldn’t stand it, and usually jumped involuntarily, this would cause more immobility than lifting herself off for whatever length of time her abductors deemed appropriate.

She was really going to break someones bones if-no, when she got free, no way was she giving in to despair, not this time.

When had she last given in to despair?

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“Hey Daria” “hi Stacy, how are you feeling?” “Okay, and I think I’ll need some help” “right, I would like to bring in Sandi on this as a confidant, I know you fear her judgement, but I think she’ll treat you with respect on this matter.

And you should have an easier time finding things to talk about wher her then with me, besides, I’ll be off to college next year, she’ll still be here”

“Okay, I guess, … I know this may sound insane, but is there any way you or Sandi could, … well, … I may still need someone to hurt me” “err, … that might get too weird for Sandi, and that could get us in a lot of shit if we get caught”

“Oh, … okay”

“I’ll consider ways it can be done, and if you really feel it necessary, I will provide the pain you desire, and I’m talking like a fucking dominatrix here, but I’ll help you, I want to see if it’s possible for you to do without first though.

One of the things I know about the human brain is that it is an extremely stable computer, the bad news is that it means any attempt to alter long standing habits takes ages, but it is possible” “okay”

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“So, how’s Stacy?” “She’s okay, but I think she’ll need our help, I obtained her permission to bring you up to speed, we have established that Stacy was going to the prostitutes as an act of self flagellation, she has decided to stop doing that, but she will need us to distract her from her urges.

I won’t be here next year, so she will depend almost entirely on you, we’re treating this like an addiction, there is an additional request she has asked me to consider, but since you might end up having to do it, I will need to discuss it with you before I answer her request”

“I see, I think I can guess what it is, and I’ll have an opportunity to discuss it with her anyway, I’ll talk to her about it next time I see her” “okay, good, so, see you tomorrow, mistress griffin” “yeah, real funny, see you”

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She felt more undulations on the box.

She could just be going nuts, she was wondering how long she had been awake, you don’t get a lot of sleep when you’re having to hold yourself up like this.

She kept moving her arms and legs as far as she could, but that didn’t provide much relief.

And although the size of her breasts meant she could move around without adding to the existing damage (the reason she hadn’t acquired massive gashes in the first shocks), it still hurt to have those pins dug into her breasts, and more so when she moved around.

Several of them where within the areola, and she was certain the pricks had entered the mammaries themselves, she just concentrated on how she was going to kick everyones ass when she got out.

She heard noises, and the insulation in front of her was illuminated.

They where opening the box up.

Right, it’s ass kicking time.

The lid was opened, she found two pairs of legs next to the opening, she rollut but before they had a chance to stop her and ped ped her legs around one of the pairs of legs, sitting up to get past the other guy.

She continued her roll and pulled him to the floor, pulling an electric baton from his webbing, she swung it into the bridge of his nose, shredding his brainstem with his own skull.

The other person was still at the box, neither of these people had any firearms, she went up to him and punched the baton through the area just under the sternum, tearing his heart from its pulmonary arteries, veins, aorta and vena cava.

Pulling it out and searching out her next target as he fell over and died, she saw she was in a concrete lined pit, there where no doors, and no ladders, just her, the box, and two corpses, she looked up and saw several people looking down at her from the top.

The pit was 6 metres deep, 6 metres wide, and 8 metres long, the people standing around the top of the pit where dressed in olive green uniforms and berets.

She glanced at the people she had just killed, the patches on their soldiers indicated Iraq, possibly Syria or Egypt, but Iraq seemed most probable.

The building (what she could see of it) had a corrugated steel roof with florescent strip lights on the spars.

One person was dressed in a purple business suit, he seemed to be in charge, and seemed to be grinning.

“So, the Tiffany Deckler, a feisty girl aren’t you?” Tiffany grinned and relaxed her stance, shrugging, saying “yeah, well, … ” she then flipped the baton 360 in her hand, and threw it at the asshole in purple, unfortunately he dodged, the baton flew past his head and landed somewhere.

The man in purple laughed, saying “almost a kill there” he then said “go on, try again” pointing at the bridge of his nose.

Tiffany picked up the remaining baton, and walked to a launch position “alright then” she then threw it into the face of her target, this shoved bones through the base if his brain, he fell forwards into the pit, Tiffany ran to the impact point.

The man in purple gazed in confusion, his confusion was alleviated when Tiffany stole the dead guys AK 47 and started slotting guards along the pit, she picked up a spare clip and ran around the pit shooting.

The guards that where still alive moved back out of view (obviously they had been ordered not to kill her), as did the man in purple.

Tiffany looked at the box, the box was 3 metres long, she tried to lift one end, but it was too heavy, she tried the other, hoping all the plant was only at one end, but she had no luck, she went back to the guard she had gotten the weapon off of, but there was nothing of use on him.

She was trapped.

“Okay, that was most amusing, Miss Deckler, but I’m going to have to get on with my job, which is to get you to tell me how to make nuclear weapons”

“Oh, that’s easy, what you do is you take 50Kg of plutonium, separated into 7Kg loads, and-” “I mean fusion only nukes, the kind you used in New York about a year ago” “err, that wasn’t me” “and that blast in the jungle?” “No, that was Angela Li, my high school principal”

The man continued laughing, and said “you Americans sure hate education, enough chat though” a white stream of liquid flew into the pit at a shallow angle, impacting the wall behind her, this liquid boiled off into a cold white mist.

Tiffany started to shiver hard as the mist enveloped her, the man in purple came into view, he was wearing huge heat resistant gauntlets and was holding a modified fire hose which had a frost covered nozzle, Tiffany tried to take a shot at him, but he ducked before she could get a solution.

He sent in another stream of the cold liquid, the mist covered her head, her body wouldn’t stay upright any more, she shiveviolviolently and eventually fell over, she had a fair idea how far below zero this mist was, and she knew that all the oxygen was well above her head.

“Liquid nitrogen, Tiffany, it’s very cool stuff”

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Uday advanced to the pit, the mist was above head height, by the time it clears, Tiffany will be unconscious, but they would need to resuscitate her ASAP if they wanted her alive.

He heard the assault rifle clatter against the concrete floor, he signalled for the medics (equipped with personal oxygen masks in addition to the one they’d use on Tiffany) to go in, the crane, now rigged with a 1m by 2m platform that the fore mentioned medics sat on, lowered them into the mist.

They felt around for her and found her, they called out everything they did, they restrained Tiffany on the platform, then they resuscitated her.

They called for the platform to be lifted, and it was, the medics sat at Tiffanies head and feet, she was tied down with Velcro ties at ankles, knees (spread to the edges of the platform), wrists, elbows, and neck, the oxygen mask on her face.

The platform was lowered onto the floor near by, and the medics got off, Uday approached, Tiffany was awake, he opened the valve on the hose so it dribbled nitrogen, he dripped it on her breasts, this caused her to renew her struggles.

He eventually set the hose on the ground, he sat on her stomach and lifted her mask off her face, and said “Are you going to co-operate, or do I get to play with you?” he grabbed her breasts and slowly squeezed them, her areola cracked “that’s going to hurt when they thaw”

“You’re going to get into so much shit when you fail to secure my co-operation” “ooooooh, I do get to play” he unzipped his fly and got his penis out “let’s hear some insults, go on, let’s hear some American insults” he shifted position to lying flat on her, poking his penis into her vestibule.

“Come on, say something horrible” she grinned, like she had the perfect come back “okay, you’re a Jew”

He had asked her to insult her, but this was going way too far.

He got up and punched her across the face, she laughed, saying “oh, I’m sorry, did I just expose your true allegiance?” he grabbed her labia and twisted it hard, she winced in pain, but continued to laugh, he got up and started kicking her in the side.

He then kicked her in the crotch, he gave up on the third kick, and said “alright, you want to play tough, let’s try something tough” he pulled a Swiss army knife and pulled the corkscrew.

He knelt next to her and stuck the corkscrew in her right ankle, he twisted it in, Tiffanies laughter died, and she was now hissing in pain, once the screw was in, he started manipulating her foot, her screams increased in intensity.

He then removed the corkscrew and pulled a knife, he started pushing it into her feet near the toe knuckles, he twisted it slowly and pulled it, she wasn’t begging for mercy yet, but he was aroused now, eventually he removed the knife and laid in her again, this time penetrating her vagina.

As he fucked her, he pushed the corkscrew into the carpels making up her wrist, and started to twist it, he eventually ejaculated inside her “oh yeah, that’s more like it” he grabbed her jaw and started licking her lips.

She couldn’t get her teeth around his tongue, but she was definitely trying to bite his tongue off “I’m going to have a lot of fun with you, you feisty little bitch” he got up and knelt over her face, he rubbed his penis against her face (while holding her head down), and left, he told the guards to hang her up in a cell.

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Stacy returned to school that Friday, no one appeared to know what was going on with her, containment had been successful, and her parents didn’t seem to know.

Upchuck approached Daria and asked “how’s Stacy doing?” “Well, we may have a solution, and I don’t think we’re going to be getting into the use of psychiatrists, we’d need to wait and see, but I think we’re sorted.

Now, what about you?” “Err, … what about me?” “You seemed to identify with Stacy, and you seem to be acting like a real person now, so, you ready to talk about it?” “Err, … no, not yet” “okay, fair enough”

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That was really fucking stupid, why the fucking hell did she do it?

She didn’t have the Intel on her surroundings to plan an escape, she should have feigned co-operation until she knew more about her surroundings.

Instead she tipped her hand, and now they knew full well that if they drop their guard, they die.

On the plus side, they need her alive, she had shot a whole lot of them, and the damage she had received, although painful, had been light.

It would hurt to walk, but she couldit, it, the problem is that she may sustain more damage before she gets an opportunity to escape.

Right now she was hanging from points in the ceiling, her harness consisting of a web made of 1.5mm2 twin and earth, her limbs secured with bare 1mm2 wire, she was hanging face down spread eagle at about waist height.

There where four points on the ceiling, the twin and earth formed an X centred on the back of her waist.

There was another X, this was looser, and was attached to her wrists, ankles, and a figure of eight around her shoulders, and hip harnesses, her head was unsupported, so she mostly let it hang down.

She was in a white tiled room with a drain in the middle of the floor, the grout was dark red for about a metre radius from the drain, she guessed from previous occupants.

There where no windows, a solid steel door, and a pressed steel cabinet presumably full of torture gear, there where four halogen floodlights in the ceiling that kept the room unbearablightight, there was also a sink in the corner of the room with a garden hose attached to the cold water feed.

The man in purple seemed to want to do most of the torture himself, he seemed to get more joy from hearing her scream than from raping her, hopefully he won’t break any of the bones she’ll need intact for running or fighting.

She heard footsteps approach, then she heard the door to her cell open.

She lifted her head and saw the man in purple enter, he asked “so, you ready to co-operate, or do I get to play with you some more?” “Who are you anyway?” “You don’t know who I am?” “Err, no” “I’m Uday Hussein” he offered his hand to hers for a handshake.

“Uday huh? Displeased to meet you” she grabbed his hand, for a heavily restricted handshake, then she changed her grip, pushing his 2nd and 3rd metacarpals forwards, this hurt him, but also seemed to amuse him “I guess I get to play some more, don’t I?” “Hussein, huh? Any relation to Sad man insane?”

He chuckled and said “he’s me dad, and you’re one of the few people who gets to call him that without fear of death” “ain’t I feeling lucky” “yeah well” Tiffany squeezed his hand harder, causing him to gasp, he asked “aren’t you the least bit ed? ed? You’re in an Irarisorison, we sometime even torture the guards too”

“Your guards really need to form a union” she started pinching the skin between the phalanges, grossly splitting his knuckles under the stretching skin “they are mostly very happy, actually, that’s because they get a lot of access to female prisoners.

Although some like male prisoners too, we’re cool with that, we’re a very progressive prison system for our region” “that’s nice”

They remained like that for a while, then Uday asked “you done with my hand now? We really must crack on, and I do mean crack in the literal sense” she relinquished his hand, and he stepped over to the steel cabinet on the wall beside her.

He pulled a crowbar out the cabinet and stepped in front of her “my turn!” he announced in a manner that expressed a lot of glee.

He then hit her 3rd knuckle as hard a cou could with it, directing the force to her wrist, the effect was a compound fracture (meaning bones where poking out the skin) of her 3rd metacarpal, the next blow was to her 2nd knuckle directed sideways, this caused a simple fracture to the knuckle.

He then directed a blow onto the back of her hand, the 4th and 5th metacarpals took the force, she finally cried out, he then took her fucked up hand and gently squeezed, moving the fractures around.

Her eyes where squeezed closed because of the pain, so she couldn’t tell what else he was doing, she felt a blow to her forearm, the ulna and radius where both fractured, she felt him grab the fractured forearm and squeeze the fracture, he rested the crowbar on her back as he used both hands to manipulate the fracture.

He eventually stopped and she felt nothing for a few seconds, then she felt his hands on her hips, and his glans at her labia, he was going to rape her again, he pulled her onto his penis, he picked up the crowbar again and smashed the elbow joint.

He used the crook of the crowbar to load the fractures and he fucked, he ejaculated in her again “oh yeah, that’s the stuff” he walked around to her face again, and wiped the semen off on her cheeks again, he put the crowbar away and left saying “I’ll be back later, you will continue to resist, right?”

He was probably going to do that to each limb sequentially, she had to get out of this harness, but that was up to the guards, who would only do it on Udays orders.

She had to hope he would order her to be relocated before he got to her legs, she could probably fight and escape with two broken arms, but if either of her legs where fucked up before she got loose, there was no way she was leaving without, … without help, …

She hadn’t given Roadrunner the ability to make its own decisions or assess Tiffanies state of consciousness, she would look into it if she ever got out of here, that would mean giving roadrunner the ability to decide to shoot.

She would also need to give it the ability to pick her up while she’s unconscious, because otherwise roadrunner would become a sitting duck waiting for her to move.

She needed more robots.

But she needed to get out of here first.

She realised that if it took too long to escape, her company would start looking for her, and if it didn’t look like she was coming back, she would lose it, also, the police would start looking for Susannah Sheridan, put any DNA samples and fingerprints from her home on the web, and find out she is in fact Tiffany Deckler.

That would be a problem, but first she needed to escape this shit hole, but that would depend on these guys moving her and dropping the ball while doing so, so it was out of her hands for now, so she returned to thinking about the situation with her business.

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“Kung fu? Err, … Sandi, … why would that be good for me?” “Well, it has a mental component that would give you something to do, also, someone jumps you, you’ll be able to use his or her head as a basket ball.

I’m doing it because I’m going to become a cop, so that could put me in the middle of a hand to hand fight, and cops are supposed to take people alive, that requires being skilled enough to be able to control the fight” “I thought lethal force required skill”

“It does, if you want to get out of a fight alivou nou need to end it ASAP, the safest way from your point of view would be to kill them because it’s easier and it ensures they won’t get up again and hurt you.

If you want them alive, you need to execute more moves, you need to manipulate the enemy into positions where you can stun or restrain them effectively, and you need to immobilise them for the amount of time needed to restrain or constrain them or otherwise escape.

That’s why you need more skill to apply non lethal techniques” “I see” “as far as I understand it, to suppress your urges, we need to distract you with an activity of some sort, and martial arts do require a lot of effort, physically and mentally” “and that will help me will it?”

“It should, it might not, but we’ll have to try it and see” “right”

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“Whoa, what happened here?” “You’re the forensics crew, you tell me”

CSI Fridrez sneered at the officer and lead his partner and the observer in.

Fridrez and Logen looked around the flat, there where five bodies, all of them looked the part of gangsters, there where some shell casings lying around, and large puddles of blood around the victims, there where bloody footprints headed out the door.

Fridrez opened his case and pulled some transparencies, he and Logan started photographing the footprints and using the transparancies, picked them up.

Daria wanted to help out, but she knew better than to do that, the CSIs would want to concentrate on gathering the evidence, and if she started moving around, they would be distracted because they would be concerned she could disturb evidence.

Or make it worthless, she would be an unknown quantity that could fuck up a case.

It looked like a shoot out, the locations of the bodies indicated a firing line, they where not sat down, and they had died facing the door, also the wounds in the front where neat round ones, entry wounds.

The CSIs gathered samples from the pools of blood.

Daria counted at least six different footprints.

Fridrez proceeded to the kitchen area, and photoed something, he then asked Daria to approach.

Daria did, watching where she stepped.

He pointed out some equipment that consisted of copper pipes and 250ml beer bottles, the gear was sealed up with what looked like a LOT of PTFE thread tape, some bottles where in beach buckets of water.

Others where over ash trays converted to oil lamps using hemp rope wicks, held in place with garden wire and separated from the fuel store with foil.

“Looks like Junkheap Wars chemical process plant, what they making?” “Could be crack, methamphetamines, … ” he opened a cupboard door and photoed the contents, Daria moved to look, there where some Tupperware tubs filled with a white powder.

“My guess would be crack” he opened is case and pulled a cotton swab, he opened a tub and dipped the Swab in, he then got a small plastic bottle out and dripped its contents onto the swab, it turned blue “cocaine, looks like they where making crack”

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“So, how’s the observation work going?” “Well, the shoot ups are getting boring, I suppose the challenge would be keeping an open mind when you see the same thing numerous times in a row”

It was still slightly unreal to be talking to her daughter about this kind of thing, Helen was still slightly uneasy about her daughter going into crime scenes, especially the bloodbaths “how many does that make?” “Twelve, over the past week.

According to narcotics, there’s been a hike in the price of crack and heroin, they’re speculating that their ultra cheap source has dried up, no one knows why” “is this happening everywhere?” “Yes, the same places as those massacres, and the consumers associations aren’t standing for it”

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The back of her throat was being tickled again by the damage, she had to avoid coughing, any movement what so ever would add to the pain she was feeling.

She had no idea how long she had been there, it could just have been a couple of days, or it could have been a week, no natural light means no practical way to tally the number of days, but she was certain it was more than one.

Uday had not had her moved from the harness in all that time, and had since broken both legs and her other arm, he had then fractured a number of her ribs, he had also fracturer per pelvis, her collar bone, and ruptured one of her kidneys, she had been pissing blood.

He had also sewn her eyelids open, hey eyes hurt from the light and from the tactile dryness.

She considered simply giving him the information he needed, that would lift the constraints he had on the abuse he could subject her to, he’d get bored with her and could slit her throat for a laugh, that would end this.

So what’s stopping her?

She didn’t want to give these guys the means to take over the world, she knew the potential of her weapons, they where 5$ nuclear initiators, each with the equivalent punch of a mk81.

That could be attached to any quantity of nuclear explosives (lithium hydride or liquid hydrogen) for an even louder explosion, that gave you a warhead that would fit in an Atoll or Sidewinder that could squash a tank flat, it would take three to sink a Kittyhawk class carrier.

Of course if you want to waste aircraft, you still need guidance, but that could give an 80mm shell the energy of a Mk84, 80mm guns can be rigged for automatic fire, modify the breech, and you get a control port you can use to program the timers in the breech.

But that wasn’t important to her.

Except it would remove the edge she had maintained over the rest of the world, when these guys took over the world, she would be facing an equally equipped enemy.

But she wouldn’t be alive, why would that be a problem?

Because Saddam would have control over the world, everyone would be under his control, and this Uday perverts control.

Damn fucking conscience, she didn’t need it, she didn’t need to be going through this, she should just tell him how to make the nukes.

He entered again, she slowly lifted her head again, he crouched in front of her and, in a phoney French accent, said “would Madame like the usual serving of unbearable pain, or would you like to make us a nuclear power?”

Now’s her chance, she could tell him how to make the nukes, he would stop torturing her at least long enough to find out if the information was correct, then she could be killed, she would be expendable, … well? “Go suck off your dad, Uday” WHAT??? WHY THE FUCK WAS SHE UNABLE TO DO THIS?

Uday chuckled, and walked over to the cabinet, Tiffany lowered her head again, no longer interested in how he was going to torture her today, or tonight, or whenever the fuck this was.

She heard a roaring noise, he was using a bow torch to do something, was he going to use the flame directly, or was he heating something else for use on her? She saw him take a position to her side, and felt hot gas blowing on her labia, looks like it was going to be a direct flame.

She saw his fist enclosing a chefs blowtorch between her legs, the flame approached her mons, she saw her pubes ignite, she gasped hoarsely, she was no longer able to scream apparently, but that didn’t stop this from hurting.

She felt another pronounced urge to cough, but she managed to resist, her ribs where too busted up for that kind of activity.

She should tell him what he wants to know.

Why can’t she do it?

She didn’t have any obligation to anyone.

She hadn’t pledged her life to freedom or liberty or anything, she was a terrorist and a drug smuggler, she should just give him the information and enable them to kill her.

“No more painful waxing, isn’t that a good thing?” he was roasting the flesh around her vulva an anus, soon, he would rape her again, it wasn’t just the penetration that hurt, it was the movement it caused across all the fractures, she could stop this, why didn’t she?

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“How’s it going son?” “Well Dad, she’s being stubborn, loos like it’s going to take a while” “Uday, you had better not be playing your own games there” “I’m not, dad, remember, I get to keep her once we have our nukes?” “Oh, yeah, right” “she’ll tell us, she can’t keep it up forever”

Saddam lodged the phone between his ear and shoulder, reclining his chair, he started bouncing the inflated globe between his hands, and said “does she have any friends?” “ … I don’t know, we could check I guess, I’ll send a team to America to investigate” “right, keep me updated”

He beat the world into the air and hung up, resting his feet on his desk, he caught the globe again and looked at the United States, and considered the renovation of Mt Rushmore, Saddam, Uday, Qusay, and, … maybe bushes face only with a dogs chew toy in its mouth.

He started laughing at that idea.

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“Okay, Stacy, what the fuck was that?” “Sorry”

Stacy got up, and stepped over to the side of the mat.

“You do understand that there is a combat component to thiscipscipline, right?” “Yeah” “soht” ht” “that’s enough Sandi” the instructor said, ending the argument.

“Yes sir” “Stacy” he signalled for her to the centre of the floor, he then spun around and struck her in the chin, causing her to fall backwards, she tried to get up, but he kicked her back down by her shoulder.

He placed the arch of his foot on her throat, she pushed back against his foot ineffectively, but didn’t do anything else.

“Miss Rowe, the point is to learn to fight, if you don’t” he pushed a little harder, she felt her trachea being strained, he knew how to make it hurt without causing a lethal mischief “you will be killed, or raped, or any number of things some sick bastard can come up with, is that what you want?

Why are you even here?” some of the other students laughed at this “you hear that? They think you’re pathetic, and you are, you’re going to be someones bitch, Stacy Rowe, I hope that works out for you”

He then lifted his foot, and made to stamp into the bridge of her nose, stopping about a centimetre from, Stacy cried out and crossed her hands in front of her (and above his foot), she opened her eyes after he started walking away.

Sandi approached and helped her up, everyone else left.

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They where halfway home when Stacy asked “why didn’t you help me?”

“becaaauuuuusssssse” Sandi said “that was your job, and unless you get that masochism bug out of your system, you’re going to fail and you are going to die”

They had been attending these classes for two weeks, and Stacy was still having trouble with the idea of throwing a punch, or indeed doing anything aggressive.

She felt like she was letting Sandi down by not doing anything, but she couldn’t picture herself doing something like that.

But if she couldn’t throw a punch and ended up having to fight in order to survive, she would be fucked.

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“Morgendorffers” “Hi Daria, how’s it going?” “Cool, but the crime scenes are getting to be a touch uniform, the price of drugs has gone up and the drug dealers are paying the price” Sandi laughed at this, and said “consumers associations are dangerous when angry” “so, how’s the martial arts?” “Cool, except for one minor detail”

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“So, where we going?” “The Lanes house, you ever been there?” “No” “apparently Quinn has, she coped well” “okay, … why we going there?” “It’s a surprise”

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Uday entered the room again, he got something from the cabinet and walked back in front of her, he waited for her to lift her head, but she didn’t.

Since he had started using the blowtorch, he had also been inserting packets of what she guessed was thermite into her body and lighting it, she would feel the fuse burn through her flesh to the charge, then she would feel the liquid iron drop fall through her flesh.

He had done that with her legs, her arms, her breasts, her kidneys, even her facial muscles and scalp (the drop would be deflected from her brain by her skull, and her hair was drenched in urine).

Her chest cavity was the worst location, she could smell her lungs burning when she exhaled, plus the iron was usually trapped by the ribs, since the bones carbonised instead of vaporising, the drop of iron remained inside her.

He used the crooked tip of the crowbar to lift her chin.

She got a close up view of his penis pointed right at her face like a gun.

“There are two things you can use your mouth for here, to tell me how to make the nukes, or as a stand in for your vagina” she thought about pulling herself forwards and biting off the tip of his penis, but the first micronewtons through her arms hurt too bad, so she just hung there.

He grabbed her hair and rested the crowbar against her jaw line, he tapped the bone a couple of times, making her anticipate the up coming blow “gonna tell me how to make the nukes?” he kept waving the crowbar next to her face.

She didn’t respond, and eventually the blow came.

She cried out as the pain registered, he then pushed the tip of the crowbar into her mouth forcing the jaw down with almost no force.

He slowly pushed his penis forwards, every movement across her broken limbs caused her to gasp, she knew that she wasn’t going to avoid wriggling here.

His penis all the way in, he reached over with the crooked tip of the crowbar and pushed it into her anus.

############

Stacy was led into Janes room, she found Jane and Daria with a crate of beer.

“Err, … Daria?” “Yeah?” “a word?” “Sure” Daria accompanied Sandi out of the room, Sandi asked “what’s the plan?” “Essentially, a piss up” “okay, why?” “We need to get Stacy to be more aggressive, right?” “Okay, and you reckon alcohol is the way to go?”

“It’ll slow her brain down and allow us to work on her emotions, we should be able to find a way to do this, at the very least, we’ll have a good shot at making her throw a punch in the morning” “Okay, that could work” they entered Janes room again.

############

Jaziel drove off from the house where Sandi and Stacy where staying, he would brief his men, they would then sneak in, sedate them, pack them up, and ship them to Iraq.

They had to transport human cargo through Turkey and Syria, and they had to deliver the girls un-fucked, again, that sucked, but perhaps they could find some other girls around here to bone.

############

Uday ejaculated into her throat, her oesophagus directed it to her stomach, he kept it there as it softened, and eventually removed it, her head fell.

He picked up her head by her hair and aimed his soft penis directly at one eye, he then released a stream of urine, he hit both eyes with the stream, and then directed it up each nostril, then at her mouth as she coughed the urine up.

He then wiped the tip of his penis on her cheeks and left Tiffany to regain control of her breathing.

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Jaziel and his men approached the house from the back, they all had AK47s for show, hopefully they could intimidate the girls with them without having to fire a shot.

It usually worked.

They entered through the kitchen, they couldn’t believe how easy this was, it was like they didn’t have any concern for the safety of their women.

They entered the reception area and heard movement down the stairs, a man with a goatee walked down the stairs, he didn’t seem to be fully awake.

They froze, and he walked right past them, apparently not noticing them, like he didn’t have the ability to work out that these guys where intruders with assault rifles.

As he disappeared into the kitchen, they resumed their course up the stairs.

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Trent went over to the coffee machine, he walked around another wax figure situated between the coffee machine and the sink.

He was going to have to talk to Jane about her special projects.

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Jaziel and another approachhe dhe door to the lit room, there was drunken chatter coming from the room.

He opened the door and entered, there where four girls on the bed, two where Tiffanies friends, the other two, … might as well bag them too.

The girls regarded them in a stunned silence, then the girl in the green jacket asked “is that a gun or are you just pleased to see me” she burst out giggling, the girl in the red shirt joined her shortly afterwards, covering her mouth.

He tallied 8 empty 330mL cans and four partially consumed ones in the girls hands, they where wasted, they would have to use smaller doses to sedate them.

He entered the room signalling his partner to stay put.

The girl in green got to her feet rather unsteadily, still giggling saying “is it the size of the gun or the size of the feet that indicates a penis size?” she turned back and stumbled into him “whoops!” she leaned against him and got back to her feet, she was having a lot of trouble maintaining balance.

Then she suddenly seemed to lose her intoxication and directed a powerful elborikerike under his sternum, and she grabbed his assault rifle as he bent forwards, directing it at the second guy who was too taken by surprise to respond in time.

Then he caught a close up view of her elbow a couple of times, and then he had an unobstructed view of the ceiling.

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Trents attention was drawn away from his task of cleaning a cup by gunfire from upstairs, and the wax figure came to life.

It ran the way Trent had come from.

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Daria advanced to the hallway, she signalled for the others to join her, Sandi picked up the second guys weapon.

Another goon ran right into Darias gun sights, and Daria splashed him instantly, she searched the second guy for ammo, and found two clips, she handed one to Sandi and stuck the other in the back of her skirt, they advanced to the stairs.

They met Trent in the reception area.

“What’s going on?” Trent asked, now fully awake.

As Daria reached the bottom of the stairs, two more goons appeared from the kitchen area, Daria got them, and changed the clip, she then advanced to the kitchen, Sandi followed.

Trent looked up the stairs to see Jane with another gun, he asked “Janey, … what’s going on?”

Daria and Sandi backed out of the kitchen, Daria said “everyone upstairs, Jane, call the cops” “right” they all went upstairs.

In Janes room, Stacy was tying up the first goon with garden wire from Janes desk.

Jane picked up the phone and called the cops, Daria stayed at the door.

“911 emergency” “yeah, I’d like a large order of cops at 111 Howard Drive, we got armed intruders, we’ve splashed 4, and captured one alive, there may be more knocking about the place”

Stacy removed the mans shoes and secured his ankles, she also bound his 1st toes together, she then grabbed a snap-off blade off Janes desk and extended four segments.

She straddled the guys back and grabbed his hair, pressing the tip of the blade into his face near the eye socket, she asked “WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” she moved the blade down his slo slowly

“COME ON, TALK, BITCH, OR YOUR MUG SHOTS WILL BE UGLIER, … well, prettier actually, BUT THAT’S NOT THE POINT!” Sandi watched, she was impressed at Stacies new found (or long repressed) fury.

Trent asked again “Janey? What’s going on?”

Stacy finished her incision on the mans cheek and started another on the side of the bridge of is nose “DO YOU WANT ANY OF YOUR FACE LEFT WHEN YOU GET ARRESTED? TALK!”

Jane found herself having to explain the noise to the dispatcher.

“Please stop, I’ll talk, I was here to pick up Sandi Griffin and Stacy Rowe, we wanted to threaten you in front of your friend Tiffany to convince her to tell us how to build nuclear weapons” “WHAT?” Daria glanced over at them “where is she?”

He didn’t answer that for a few seconds, Stacy started another incision and he said “UDAY HUSSEINS PRISON, IN BAGHDAD”

They heard sirens close, and the cops entered the house, Daria relaxed her stance, two cops entered the room and took the prisoner out of Stacies hands.

Daria went up to an officer and pointed at his radio asking “can I borrow that a minute?” “Alright” Daria took the radio and transmitted “control, Daria, I need to talk to Superintendant McFright, over” “stand by, over” eventually McFright answered “Daria, McFRight, go ahead, over”

“We hinteinterrogated the prisoner ourselves, and apparently the intruders where here to capture hostages for use in the interrogation of Tiffany Deckler, who they apparently have in Uday Husseins prison in Baghdad.

I’m not sure about the exact location, but I doubt he’s making up the part about Uday having Tiffany, over” there was a long silence, then McFright said “Daria, McFright, thank you, I’ll relay this information to the Pentagon, over” Daria returned the radio to the officer and they took the man away.

Stacy leaned against Janes desk, looking a little fucked.

“You alright Stacy?” Daria asked, Stacy said “I’m concerned for Tiffany, I mean, she’s done many bad things, but I wish Tiffany wasn’t in that situation” “you still see her as a friend?” “Yes, I do, why is that?”

“You spent a lot of time around her, you’ve bonded” suggested Daria, then Sandi added “plus she didn’t shoot you” “I think the greater concern is that Saddam has Tiffany in his custody, she could give him the ability to produce very cheap nuclear weapons” said Jane.

“Jane, I don’t think that’s a risk now” “err, … why?” “Well, I reckon Tiffany has been smuggling drugs over the past year, and two weeks ago, the ultra cheap gear dried up, now, if they’ve been interrogating her for that long and only now think to use Sandi and Stacy as hostages, … ”

Jane shrugged and said “maybe they’re just crap at torture” “WHAT???” Stacy screamed “JANE, WE’RE TALKING THE FEDAYEEN SADDAM HERE, YOU KNOW WHAT THEY DO TO PEOPLE ALL THE TIME???” Daria nodded and said “she’s resisting for some reason”

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“Uday” “err, … it’s Ali here, I was with Jaziel, and we have a very slight problem here” “by slight, you had better not mean total mission failure” Ali hung up “Allah damn it!”

He hung up and rung his prison “we need to move Tiffany, you know where my place is? Good, pack her, move her, then lock down all the prisoners and send the guards home” he hung up and left his office.

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“What’s going on?” “Right now Mr President, Tiffany Deckler is in the hands of the Fedayeen Saddam, we think she’s being held at Udays prison complex-” “can we hit it?” “We can in 45 minutes.

We got a ship full of tomahawks patrolling the gulf, it’ll take that long from the position of the sip if you order the launch now” “alright, do it” “yes Mr President” the defence secretary hung up, and so did Bush, he would need to explain this to Americas allies in the morning, but he had to do this now.

Something occurred to him, he called the defence secretary again “yes?” “President Bush here, how do we know her location?” “Well, some Fedayeen tried to abduct some girls apparently to use as hostages to get Tiffany to talk” “do we have all the Fedayeen that came for them?”

“We, … we don’t know sir” “okay, where can the Iranians move her?” “Sir, it’s the Iraqis, and there are several likely locations including other prisons and Udays house, would you like me to hit them too?” “Yes, hit all of them” “yes sir” he hung up and went back to bed.

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The guards entered and took all the gator clips off of Tiffanies body.

Uday had left them on her areola, her labia, and her hands and feet, they where wired to a device that threw out random shocks that where painful on their own, but over fractured limbs, … but they where stopping that for some reason.

Another pair of guards entered with a wooden crate 2m long and half a metre wide, the box was placed under her and the cables connecting her hands to the ceiliherehere cut, it hurt to be moved like this, her torso hung down as they used the remaining cable to tie her hands behind her back.

They cut the wires connecting her waist to the ceiling, she was lowered into the box, the box was moved because her head was further back on the floor than at waist level.

They then released each leg from the ceiling and bound them together, she wasn’t getting up and fighting in this state, but she had made a serious impression, she was laid flat in the box and the lid was secured.

They lifted her and she was carried out, there where gaps in the planks making up the box, she could see the corridor.

She eventually saw a number of vehicles, they where moving her to another facility.

She couldn’t think of a reason for them to move her to another facility that involved a change in treatment, she was fairly certain they could inflict whatever torture they wanted there, she considered the possibility that her location had been revealed to the United States.

The US probably had ships in the area, she remembered news items about oil smuggling through the gulf, there might be an American ship with cruise missiles in the area.

They probably wouldn’t be looking for her if she hadn’t used nuclear weapons in New York, same with the Iraqis, she could have done a number of things other than use nukes, but she used the plan that was most likely to bite her in the ass.

And now she was going to be tortured to death by this Uday guy.

They loaded her into the back of a Duce and a half, and started it, they drove off.

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Uday arrived home and started looking for a place to put Tiffany, the most suitable location he could think of was the garage.

Being known as a nut case was helpful a lot of the time in his line of work, but dealing with Saddam was not one of them, especially when it came to situations where he was required to show self control.

Qusay was just as brutal, without the career harming problem of being bonkers, so it was obvious that Saddam would prefer to have Qusay take over, and this fuck up would only make that urge greater.

Luckily Saddam had accepted this was not his fault, but he really needed to get some results soon.

He went to the garage and uncovered the pit for accessing the underside of vehicles (he really should get a car lift)

There was a powered winch above the pit, he could suspend Tiffany from , bu, but he couldn’t suspend her by her arms, he would need the fractures to partially heal for some of the abuse he had in mind.

He should have discussed the wire harness with the guards, but he had his own reels of wire he could use, he sometimes brought his work home.

The Iraqis used twin and earth cable because it worked out cheaper than most other ropes and chains, and it was easier to apply too, it could be bent almost within its thickness, and it would maintain whatever shape you bend it to, you don’t have to be good at knot tying to tie an effective lock.

And if you need something narrower, just pull the earth wire out the cable.

It was also easier to re-use waste sections for the above reasons.

He would tie her vertically, supporting her by her shoulders and hips, but he’d want to tie her hands and legs to points on the floor and wall.

He could install eyehole bolts in the floor of the pit, he had some in the garage somewhere, and there where any number of locations in the ceiling to which he could attach restraints, he set out on his search for the appropriate tools.

He found the eyebolts and a drill quickly, these where suitable for installation into concrete, he located the Masonary bits, and extension cord, and some goggles, and the doorbell rang, he opened the garage door.

It was one of his pimps, with a couple of toys for him, he signalled for him to park in the garage.

“Hey Uday, doing up the house?” “Got a special guest arriving, they secure?” “They wouldn’t get half a block before the republican guard gets to them, and they know it” “good, help me out here, would you?” “Sure”

The two girls watched nervously as Uday and his friend installed eyebolts into the pit.

############

Bush turned on the news to watch out for signs of his orders.

They where blowing up several prisons and Uday Husseins house, there shouldn’t be a problem, his experts had discussed this with him as he got into office.

Current generation nuclear weapons as used by NATO and the former Solviet Union used c quantity of enriched uranium or plutonium, about the lowest yield you can get is 1.2 kilotons, equivalent tons of TNT, below that you get meltdowns and fizzles.

The weapons Tiffany had used in New York had the equivalent pop of 1/2T airforce iron bombs, and the size of the weapons where observed to be about the size of RPGs, not even the size of a suitcase.

They had also told him that the smaller yields where dirtier than the high yields, 1x criticality would give you 1.2kT, but 4x criticality would give you 44kT, it was more efficient, then they had gone into some nuclear physics that he couldn’t follow, he still didn’t get E=mc2, something to do with mass and energy, ...

But the gist of it was that if it was uranium or plutonium fuelled, there’d be enough radiation to force an evacuation and quarantine of the areas this happened in, there was not.

Then they told him that you could get fusion explosives just about anywhere (hydrogen and lithium, hydrogen, that’s available straight from the tap!!!), and that she had a system that could make use of them.

And that if she turned up in any chronically enemy state, he should blow up every location she was reported in, they had spoken at the United Nations about this and no one had challenged this effectively, so his ass should be covered.

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“They are going to blow her up, aren’t they?” Stacy asked.

She was staying with Sandi, the cops had let them clear away the beer, the contact with the Fedayeen had given the cops enough sympathy the girls for that to be possible, but the cops would drive Sandis vehicle for Sandi and Stacy, and they would give Daria, Jane and Trent a lift to the Morgendorffers.

Sandi and Stacy had gotten to Sandis room without Linda smelling Sandis breath because the cop had distracted Linda.

“Yes, they have to” “that prison, it has all those people who are in there because they dissed Saddam” “yes, I guess it does, … but there is no choice there, Tiffany’s knowledge is too dangerous” “I know”

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The girls saw a military truck pull up, the drivers got out and unloaded a crate.

Uday directed them to place it next to the pit.

They did this and unscrewed the lid, they knelt on the lid as they did this, the girls wondered why it looked like they where taking care to direct their weight on the lid.

Uday and his friend where busy with the pit.

He then came up when the soldiers where done unscrewing the lid and signalled for them to get off, they got ready to jump off with the lid, this amused Uday for some reason.

When the lid was lifted off, they saw the body of a Chinese looking girl with bruises all over her body, there where also bones sticking out of her hands and feet, and she was tied up in electrical wires, the girls didn’t know why the guards seemed so scared of her.

Uday talked to the girl in what sounded like English, there where British and American movies available, usually dubbed, some where subtitled though, so they knew what English sounded like.

The girl responded flatly, she didn’t sound scared, just irritated.

Uday laughed and said “this girl still has a sense of humour after all I have done to her, it’s amazing” he then gestured for the girls to approach “come on, get over here” they approached nervously.

“Pull her fingers” her hands looked like they where seriously smashed up “go ahead, she won’t bite, … because I broke her jaw, come on” they eventually reached out to the girls battered hands, they each grabbed a finger, the girl gasped in pain.

“Go on, you don’t want me to get mad at you do you?” the two girls, not wanting to end up in this state, obeyed, the girl in the box cried out, her head moved, her cries where not that loud, but the obvious fractures in her hands weren’t going to tolerate any movement.

Uday told the soldiers if these girls could approach her, they had nothing to fear.

The two girls noticed a smell coming from the girls body, this smell was not one they recognised, they guessed it was semen, this reminded them of what they had originally been picked out for.

Hopefully this girl would distract Uday, and they might have to help him with her, but it could mean they will be spared.

“Hmm, she does smell a bit, doesn’t she?” Uday had obviously noticed them wrinkle their noses.

“Let’s clean her up a little, shall we?” he got his penis out and the girls backed off, he urinated on the girls back and shoulders, he told his friend and the soldiers to join him, and they did.

The girls stood there wondering what they should do, but the obvious answer was nothing.

The phone rang, Uday cursed ind fnd finished off, shaking the last drops off and put his penis away as he left to answer the phone.

The men started poking the girl and asking if it hurt, squeezing her limbs.

Then Uday returned “you know what the Americans are doing? They’re hitting every prison they know about, you’d think they’d be at least partially concerned about the resistance members we have in prison” they laughed it off as Uday got some reels of wire.

He told the girls to approach, and they did, they felt bad about the girl in the box, but they where in no hurry to join her, so they obeyed.

They heard a highly dopplered jet noise, like a fighter or something, and then the walls exploded.

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A few months after the incident, Daria, Jane, Sandi and Stacy finally decided that they could assume Tiffany was actually gone this time.

Daria and Jane went to college, Jane sticking with her art, Daria going into a general science course, focussing on biology and chemistry.

Sandi was taking up any activities that involved law enforcement and fighting disciplines, Stacy did better at her kung fu classes after that night, since she could now throw a punch.

Stacy was looking at news and media courses, she figured she could make the world better if she could expose misuse of power.

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Bush had been looking for a way to sort out Iraq since before the start of his campaign for president, the main reason being the lack of certainty over his intentions or capabilities, there had so far been no legal way in, plus he’d have had to convince Iraqs neighbours to tolerate this.

But since Tiffany had been sighted there, everyone including Syria and Iran, had not only asked for America to go in, they even offered to allow the United States to set up bases in their territory, so right now they where setting it up, moving troops quietly in order to catch Saddam off guard.

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The flight had been hijacked shortly after take off by several assholes with Stanley knives and cheese wire.

The passengers where scared, but a little puzzled, because if they killed the aircrew they had hostage, the next people would have an easy time resisting and restraining the terrorists.

Cheese wire and Stanley knives where okay if you had a hostage in your arms, but in a fight, a Stanley knife would be a liability, same thing with the cheese wire.

It didn’t look too good when the aircraft went into a dive, they could see they where over the New York area, and they where getting awfully low.

Some of the passengers got a view of Central Park, and figured out what was going on seconds before they died.

Some even saw the south tower just before the aircraft hit the north tower.

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