The cream colored chevy van was chosen because it was so common as to he invisible in plain sight. It rolled around the comer into the cul-du-sac of Skylark Circle, the engine already turned off, and came to a stop the agent in the passenger seat peering at the gabled Victorian monstrosity at the dead end of the street with special binoculars. Even the blackbirds on the telephone lines sat as if frozen in the early morning chill. The other houses on either side of the Bates Halfway House for Young Women were all much more recent vintage 1950's era single story ranch houses gone to ruin, lawns replaced by weed ruled gravel, windows boarded up. What only the Chief Nurse on Premises knew was this house was the only inhabited building on the block, all the others being owned by the United States Treasury Department through a dummy account at the local Bank of America in Newport, Oregon.
The Bates Halfway House was in fact a Cold War Era joint C.I.A. Military Intelligence Safe House, now serving as a test bed for the most exotic psychological, biological, and chemical warfare agents in the bleeding edge of America's secret arsenal! Certainly the ex-prostitutes, runaway teenagers, and women convicted of major crimes who found themselves there instead of County Jail or the new Woman's Correctional Facility in Bend, Oregon, didn't know that. The three women and girls there all thought they were being offered an experimental outpatient program instead of doing real prison time. Little did they know their paperwork was already shredded, and their DMV records deleted. They didn't exist, as far as the outside world knew. Even as the first of them was jockeying for shower time and the limited supply of hot water, Nurse Bludgott was slipping out the front door having locked the girls in, and disappeared into the back of a waiting cab. In the back of the van an agent switched on a bank of monitors so he could videotape the input of hidden video cameras all throughout the hulking house at the end of the block.
The agent on the passenger side of the van slipped out and, pulling his cap over his eyes. made his way around to the side of the Halfway House where, opening a service panel, he exposed the hot water heater. He took a gun-metal cylinder from his peacoat pocket and fitted it onto a valve on the hot water feed. He opened the connection by unscrewing a bolt on the link, counted to twenty, screwed it shut, then unfastened the cylinder and returned it to his pocket as he locked the panel. By the time he was safe back in the van, the first girl into the shower stall within had leaned into a burst of steaming hot water, that had a faint perfume smell she quite missed as she shivered trying to get the water warm without getting scalded. The agents in the van bunched around the video displays, passing a pint of 151 proof rum around like a sacrament.
Brunette, busty, Rhonda was a methamphetamine abusing waitress who had been arrested slinging hash at a truck-stop out on the highway. In her mid-twenties, she could look forty if the light was harsh, but she had pale freckled skin and soft grapefruit-sized boobs that swung fetchingly in her sweet yellow bra as she wrestled with the knobs. Just then Brandy, a raven haired Prom Queen who got popped for a chain of Dairy Queen robberies with her biker boy friend, and whose blue silk tee shirt showed off a fine set of knobs of her own came into the bathroom. "Your time's up, grandma. I gotta get ready for my Big Day."
"Fuck you, Brandy. I was here first." Rhonda whined, doing a "Nanny" imitation designed to grate on your nerves. Deciding the water was right the brunette stepped under the spray, splashing water in her face.
"Rinsing your panties to save time?" Brandy hooted, for Rhonda was still wearing her yellow bra and panties. Brandy stooped laughing when she saw the look on Rhonda's face in the steam. It was....crazed.
"Cunt! You, you tramp slut cock-sucking dog-tucker!" Rhonda mumbled, drooling.
"Fuck YOU, you sagging bag of stinking meat!" Brandy yelled back, sweet smelling steam mixing with the sweat that was starting to run down her pale girlish cheeks. Brandy was starting to pant, just like Rhonda. "Is their ANY cock in Oregon you haven't swallowed, honey?" Rhonda's eyes were pinned, and shaking. "From what I hear you're a real little cum eater!"
"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" Brandy's speech was interrupted by a resounding crack of knuckles in her mouth that dropped her on her sexy ass. Spitting her upper front teeth and a mouthful of blood, the enraged girl leapt to her feet and barrelled into Rhonda's wet white belly. They fell to the floor, tangled like hellcats, clawing and cursing in the steam that rolled out of the shower and into the bathroom and into the hall outside like boiling fog. With a howl they rolled apart and scrambled to their feet. Rhonda's bra had been torn away so her boobs swung wildly as she yanked back on Brandy's head by a double-handful of her hair and drove her naked white knee viciously into the younger girl's right kidney. Brandy collapsed so abruptly that Rhonda fell with her to the streaming tiles. Rhonda wrapped her legs around Brandy's waist, and kept pulling back on the reigns of wet jet hair! Brandy, sobbing in frustration, savagely clawed deep bloody furrows into her tormentors thighs, thrashing her own legs.
Suddenly Brandy jackknifed. driving the top of her head into Rhonda's jaw, stunning the older woman so she could get away. As Rhonda staggered to her feet, Brandy waded into her with a crazed flurry of wild punches to the fat wet pillows of her freckled bosoms and marshmallow soft tummy. Rhonda howled, backed into the shower wall beneath the gushing showerhead, and snapped! Suddenly the two desperate, maddened kitty-bitches were exchanging haymakers to the head and hammering each other's swelling and purpling wet breasts back and forth on naked rib cages, like their boobs were punching bags.... Nipples exploded and squirted shocking red blood. Hateful knuckles drove deep through soft female meat to the cracking bones beneath. With a banshee wail, Brandy exploded forward, driving her left knee so violently up between Rhonda's legs, that the force of her knee punching upward into the brunette's sopping wet crotch, not only shattered Rhonda's pubic bone, but threw her up the wall, legs kicking out on either side of Brandy's hips. As Rhonda slammed down on her ass, she grabbed Brandy by her hanging dugs, and yanked down as hard as she could, slamming Brenda's head into the tiles over her head. Crimson blood erupted from ripped scalp. Rhonda rolled away, swung Brandy around, and drove both of her thumb nails into the centers of green chemically crazed eyes as she grasped her head. Rhonda's thumbs pierced to the back of Brandy's eye sockets, eye jelly spurting over her cheeks as Rhonda twisted Brandy's head counterclockwise with a shout and a sickening crack! Emptying her bladder, the cute teenager slumped lifeless to the floor.
In the back bed room Michaela, a twenty-five year-old prostitute who had worked Sea-Tac until getting popped for solicitation one too many times, crouched in the shadows, breathing deeply and silently as she knew how. She didn't associate the faint jasmine tea odor coming in with the hot damp air from the hall with the terrifying sounds of the death fight she was hearing in the bathroom down the hall. Her own cantaloupe-sized breasts swayed with each carefully controlled breath the gorgeous blond took, as did the ponytail she had her hair tied back into. Michaela was unaware it was a drug that so heightened her animal awareness that the snapping of Brandy's neck was not just a nauseating cracking sound, but a sound that told her which woman had just died, and what part of her body was broken. Michaela, who had been crouching in the near dark in her panties, stood up as she heard the reassuring sound of a hand held electric hair dryer. Rhonda was drying her hair... Michaela knew that she had to escape, even if it meant fighting for her life.
The dryer shut off, startling her enough that she jumped! Footsteps walked by her door into the kitchen, then walked back into the bathroom. The bathroom door clicked shut. It had to be now!
The bosomy blond slipped out of the bedroom, tiptoed down the hall, and into the chilly cold air of the kitchen. Michaela decided to arm herself. A block with slots for six kitchen knives was placed in the center of the kitchen table. She took the longest stainless steel blade in the block and held it out in front of her, like a street hardened knife fighter. Suddenly her snow white skin broke out in goose bumps and her pink nipples stiffened into rigid bullets as if she was suddenly in an icy draft. The kitchen was cold, but.... Michaela looked around her. Then, oh... The knife shook in her hand. There were only four knives left in the six slots in the block....
"Ngyeaaaawwwah.....akkk!" Rhonda spun the blond around and, grasping her right boob, plunged the missing butcher knife to the hilt in Michaela's milky belly! The blond girl's knees gave out and her last thought was of the metallic hissing sound the 14 inch serrated blade made as it slid through the skin of her rounded abdomen and into her liver. Still holding the dying girl up, Rhonda switched the knife around so she was holding it like an ice pick, and plunged the knife into Michaela's fat left mammary, driving the bloody knife through the fleshy pillow, between the ribs, and with a curse and stab, drove it through the blond's lung into her beating heart! Michaela's eyes rolled back into her head and Rhonda dropped her onto the linoleum. The brunette returned both knives to their proper slots in the block, and returned the block to the counter by the refrigerator before padding back into her bedroom to finish dressing.
In the van four beet red-faced secret service agents straightened their clothes, switched off the video monitors, and radioed in for the cleanup crew to bring the meat wagon. Soon a tame' cab pulled up in front of the Bates Halfway House for Young Women and Chief Nurse Bludgott emerged with a satchel that held a pistol with tranquilizing darts.
It seems Rhonda the Wonder Waitress had passed her entrance exams for being "volunteered" to join the short list of National Security Agency's special experimental soldiers. And it also seemed clean up had to go quickly.... a new batch of women and girls were due to check in tonight!