Chapter II
00:15

"Go! Go! Go!"

The rope dropped from the chopper down to the hotel
roof, and Jess was out first, followed by the rest of
her team, abseiling down to the roof below. While
Jess preferred to feed the rope behind her back,
giving her more control, Emma liked to feel its heat
against the crotch of her catsuit as it slid between
her legs. Close behind came Carolyn, her strawberry
blonde hair flairing in the wind, and then Joanne,
followed by the mercenaries Karine and Rachel.

Jess saw the danger first. The roof guard had spotted
them and was already speaking into his radio.
Carefully adjusting her grip on the rope, Jess drew
her knife and threw. Just as he drew his gun, Jess's
knife buried itself to the hilt in his throat.

****

"We're under attack! Shit, they're dropping onto the
roof! Gaaackk!"

Down in the control room, Helen heard the last words
of the roof guard and did nothing.

That, after all, was what Jess was paying her $500,000
for. And if Helen ever felt that principles should
get the better of her, the photo's that Jess had of
her with that strap-on, and that Alsatian, just gave
that extra added incentive. All retouched, of course,
but her bosses required her to be completely above any
whisper of suspicion, and Helen was prepared to do
almost anything to keep the pictures away from them.

At 25 Helen had done well, getting to the position of
shift supervisor in a short space of time, and she was
not about to throw that away. Group 6 security, which
the Hotel Planet contracted to look after all their
security operations, was a well regarded company with
world wide standing, and Helen expected to do well
with them. With a brisk and efficient manner, she had
already attained the level of trust which made her
prime choice for tonight's assignment, to provide
first line protection for the Miss Universe
contestants who were staying at the Hotel Planet in
Puerto Rico. If the severe crop of her short dark
hair and her 36D breasts fed the fantasise of those in
charge and assisted her career, she was not to know
that.

****

Kassandra Morgan, Miss United Kingdom, made her way to
room 6969 where Miss Russia, Oksana Fedorova, was
staying. She was still wearing the clinging black
gown, slit up the thigh, that she had chosen for the
main reception. With her mane of long glossy black
hair and dark piercing eyes, she was certainly well
placed to be in the top 3 of the Miss Universe
competition, but she was leaving nothing to chance.
She had already identified and slept with the key
people in the organisation, but of course there was no
knowing how many of the other contestants had done
that.

Oksana herself was serious competition for her, but
Kass had noticed that she made no particular effort to
impress the judges. Instead she had been
concentrating her attentions on the other contestants.
In fact it was the note pushed under her door,
inviting her to Oksana's room, that piqued Kass's
curiosity. What was her game?

She knocked, and took an involuntary step back as
Oksana's 'companion' Svetalana opened the door. Here
was someone you wouldn't want to meet on a dark night,
thought Kass as she looked into the woman's blank
eyes. Short, in comparison to most of the
contestants, Svetlana was never going to be a winner
herself. She could do with plucking those eyebrows
for a start, thought Kass. She dreaded to think what
the womans bikini line looked like. Svetlana wore a
short black skirt and a white vest, which stretched
over pillow breasts and showed, rather
disconcertingly, the dark disks of her nipples. Kass
wondered what on earth possessed her to wear those
stillettos with that outfit.

"You are expected," said Svetlana in a thick Russian
accent as she ushered Kass into the room.

Oksana was on the floor doing push ups and counting
under her breath, ".one hundred and twenty, one
hundred and twenty one, one hundred and twenty two."

She's making this up, thought Kass as she sat on the
bed, unconsciously letting her gown slip to expose her
thigh. She caught the spark in Svetlana's eye and
discreetly crossed her legs, making sure she was well
covered.

". one hundred and thirty five, one hundred and thirty
six."

Oksana was wearing just a sports bra and a white
thong. Her body did not show an ounce of fat, and
sheened with sweat. Kassandra frowned. Maybe she was
for real after all. It was always a good thing for
beauty contestants to keep fit, but too much muscle
tended to put the judges off. Was she simply stupid,
allowing her obsession for fitness to get the better
of her, or was there something else?

"Two hundred!"

Oksana stood up, and wiped her face with the towel
offered by Svetlana. She smiled at Kass.

"Thank you for coming," she said, as she stripped off
the sports bra, leaving breasts to quiver with the
motion.

Kass caught the pungent scent of female sweat, which
both revolted and fascinated her at the same time.
That thong would be pretty disgusting too, she
thought. As if on cue, Oksana peeled the damp garment
off and stood before her naked. Kass noted the
well-trimmed bush and contrasted her neat appearance
with Svetlana. She had also observed that the Russian
sidekick hadn't bothered to shave their armpits
either. The woman before her was certainly stunning
enough to be the winner. Over the years of
competition, Kass had developed an eye for these
things.

"The fact is," said Oksana, as she pulled on a silk
robe, "we've been watching you. We know who you've
associated with, who you've bedded. We know what
you're prepared to do to win."

Kass felt uncomfortable. "And what are you prepared
to do to win?" she asked icily.

Oksana shrugged. "This contest? It is of no matter
to me. If you like I'll even help you to win.
provided I can gain certain assurances from you of
course."

This was music to Kass's ears, but there was always a
catch. "What assurances?"

"You are an ambitious and resourceful woman," said
Oksana. "Most of the girls out there are mindless
idiots. Yours is a rare quality - a quality my
organisation would like to make use of."

"Organisation?"

"I work for the Socialist Union and Camaraderie for
the Preservation of Ethics, Nationally,
Internationally and Supra-Nationally. We have far
reaching ambitions for the new world order."

Kass raised her eyebrows. "SUCPENIS," she breathed.

"You see Kass, if you are prepared to do what you have
done just to win a beauty contest, we are wondering
what you might be prepared to do for something with
real significance. Not only that, but you could
become an international heroine."

Kass hesitated.

"You could become extremely rich!"

"Where do I sign!?"

****
The top four floors of the Hotel Planet were given
over to a vast leisure suite for the pleasure of its
high paying guests. Its centre piece was a huge
swimming pool with a glass roof that provided sunlight
by day and starlight by night. Beside the pool were
the changing rooms and solariums, and guests could
watch the swimmers from a bar in the gallery above it.
The bottom of this pool was also made of glass and
below this was a dance hall from which dancers could
watch the swimmers above them if they got bored with
their partners. In fact the blue pool lighting,
interrupted by the occasional shadowy swimmer provided
quite a unique effect.

Jess landed lightly, and glided silently past the
glass roof over the pool to the guard to retrieve her
knife. Below her, a few of the Miss Universe
contestants were relaxing in the water, or drinking by
the bar, unaware of the unfolding drama above. Jess
stood astride the guards twitching body, grinning.

"Do you know me?" she asked as he stared up at her.
"Do you know who I am? You should! Soon everyone
will know my name, and everyone will know of LUST -
Lesbians United in Sex and Terror and all men will
quake with fear when they hear of us!"

She squatted down and pulled the knife from his
throat, then forced his head back, opening up the
wound.

"Well, whaddya know, another orifice. We'll make a
woman of you yet! Talking of which."

She cut open his pants and pulled out his penis.

"I can hardly believe it! A man, so close to me who
isn't aroused?"

She took him in her hand and gently massaged him. One
of the marvels of male biology, is that no matter how
much blood has been lost, some can always be found to
sustain an erection when required.

When he was fully erect, she took hold of the entire
set of tackle and with a deft slash, which left a
spurting chaos of blood and semen, deprived him of his
ability to father children. Not that this mattered to
him any more. He barely had the strength to scream.

She wiped the knife on his shirt and retrieved a
playing card from her pocket. It was the Queen of
Hearts, and on its back the letters LUST blazed in
red. She placed it carefully in the wound in his
throat, and wedged it in place with the now flaccid
penis.

Jess became aware of Emma standing beside her, strong
thighs quivering slightly as her hand rested casually
over her crotch. She wiped her knife on the mans
shirt, and re-sheathed it. Then she stood, as the
rest of her girls gathered beside her.

"Soon," she said, looking down at the dead guard, "we
will grind them beneath our boots, slaughtering those
foolish enough not to accept the collar of slavery!"

There was a murmur of assent from the dedicated team
surrounding her.

"But, as always there are those who would betray us.
Those women who are slaves to their own lusts to the
extent that they become traitors to their sex. These
women are worse than scum! The bitches who display
their bodies for the pleasure of men, now desporting
themselves below us in this hotel are. expendable!"

She looked from face to face. Emma's eyes were hooded
with ill-disguised lust. No surprise there. Emma was
her friend and lover, and had been with her from the
start. Her well-sculpted body and long flowing dark
hair, always sent a thrill through Jess, and they had
enjoyed each other's flesh during and after their
training fights on many occasions. More than this,
Emma had saved her life on many occasions, and she and
Jess were joined by a bond of blood as well as lust.

Carolyn stared at her, glowing with admiration. Jess
eyed her suspiciously. A tall willowy girl with
strawberry blond hair, she had simply appeared from
nowhere and had clung to Jess like a limpet ever
since. She seemed too adoring, but there was no
apparent reason for it. Jess suspected she had been
planted in her organisation. If this was the case,
her vengeance on the woman would be. quite
pleasurable.

At least Joanne had good activist credentials.
Hearing of Jess's organisation through the lesbian
grapevine, she had presented herself with an
impressive CV which told of a string of commando style
operations, first with the CIA and then independently
or for fringe feminist groups. She had already done
much to undermine the moral stranglehold that
patriarchal society applied ruthlessly to Jess and her
kind. Jess studied the tall brooding blonde before
her and thought of how she had fed her fantasies on
the few occasions that Emma was indisposed.

Karine and Rachel came as a pair. Late of the French
'Legion Etrangere', they were strictly hands for hire,
prepared to do anything for the right money, Jess had
hired them specifically for this operation. She
remembered the way they had taken down Emma during the
induction process, stripping her prone, helpless body
after they had defeated her, and demonstarting what
else those killer hands were capable of as she
watched. She suspected that Emma hadn't minded a bit.

"OK," she said. "You know the plan. Most of the
contestants will be in the dance hall, partying. We
don't need them all, so those who've decided to take
an early night can rest easy. We will secure the
dance hall, then make our demands." She smiled. "Then
the fun begins! Any questions?"

She looked around. There were none.

"Good. Joanne, you, Rachel and Karine secure the
leisure suite and stop the main elevators, while Emma
Carolyn and I will get that TV reporter. We'll seal
off the staircases and the dance hall from below."

"What do we do with any contestants we find in the
suite?" asked Joanne.

"They're expendable. Kill them!"

Chapter III
00:21

Jenna kicked off her shoes, as Kate poured them both a
Scotch.

"Jeez, a whole night without guys," she said. "I don't
know if I can last that long!"

Kate smiled, glancing surreptitiously at Jenna,
sitting back on the bed with her legs spread. She
wondered if Jenna would be quite so relaxed if she
knew what desire Kate felt for her. Not that anything
was likely to happen. Kates desire for Jenna had
always been distant. She had never aspired to get
this close to her idol. Not until now. But now she
was here, Kate had no idea what to do about it. She
was a technician. Good with cameras, technical
things. The world of romance was another place to
her.

"This OK?" she said, offering the Scotch to Jenna.

"Fuck it, you've hardly wet the glass? Here, give me
that?" She snatched the bottle and half filled the
tumbler.

Kates eyes widened. "You'll be sick!" she said.

Jenna laughed, and patted the bed beside her. "Here,
sit down," she said. Kate complied happily. "Did I
ever tell you about that time in Kosovo when I drank
the boys under the table?"

Kate wasn't really listening. It was enough for her
that Jenna had her arm around her. It was enough that
she could smell her perfume. It was enough, as she
lay back against the wall with Jenna, that she could
snake her arm around her idols back without fear of
reprimand. As Jenna spoke of the 7ft bandit sliding
slowly off his chair, all she could think of was those
delicious breasts rising and falling as Jenna spoke.

****

Jess and her team went for one of the access points on
the roof.

"There are supposed to be two guards up her," she
hissed urgently. "Where the fuck is the other one?"

The door was ajar, and as they approached it, her
question was answered. The soft moans of lovers could
be heard on the other side. Through it, she could see
the guards back as he pressed one of his female
colleagues against the wall. The female guards eyes
were closed in ecstasy, as her hands roved up and down
his body, squeezing his buttocks. The khaki blouse of
her uniform was unbuttoned as he fondled her breasts,
and her skirt was up around her hips. He was pulling
her towards him as he thrust into her, and her naked
thigh was wrapped around him.

Jess's knife sailed through the air, and split his
heart. The female guard gasped as he jerked his load
into her with a force she'd never before experienced.
She felt his body slide down hers and then opened her
eyes.

"Shiiiit!"

She fumbled for her gun as she saw the three figures
framed in the doorway.

Pfft! Pfft!

Carolyns silenced pistol pumped two slugs into her,
one in her left breast, the other into her stomach.
The woman jerked with each impact, then opened her
mouth in a soundless scream as she slid down the wall,
her blood painting the plaster. Her body lay
entangled with her lovers, thighs spread, his cum
oozing from her open sex. Her panties, pulled aside
to facilitate the sex act, did nothing to shield her
modesty.

"She deserved to suffer more!" said Jess disdainfully
as they stepped over the two corpses.

"She might have killed you!" said Carolyn.

"What do you think you're doing?" said Jess to Emma,
who was kneeling beside the woman, opening her blouse.

"Umm, just checking to make sure she's actually dead!"
said Emma lamely.

Jess rolled her eyes. "Come on, there's no time to
lose!"

****

Joanne let Rachel and Karine go on ahead as they made
for the second access point. She lifted her arm and
spoke quietly to her wristwatch.

"We're here!"

Silently, the three girls dropped down the metal
staircase that lead to the floor below. All was
quiet. They found themselves in a corridor which lead
to the rear of the bar which served the pool gallery.
Off the corridor were the winch rooms to two of the
main elevators.

"I'll take this one," said Joanne, ducking into the
nearest winch room, "you two take the next one."

Conchita Flores just caught a glimpse of two shadowy
figures disappearing into the winch room. Her eyes
narrowed, and she pursed her lips, putting her hand on
her gun.

"Control, we may have trouble here," she said to her
radio.

"Investigate and report back," replied Helen. "I'll
send back-up."

Helen, of course, would do nothing of the kind, but
Conchita was not to know that.

She approached the door, all senses alert, then,
taking her courage in both hands, she burst in, gun
levelled.

"Hold it right there!" she yelled.

Karine and Rachel were caught completely off guard.
Karine, who had been nearest the door, spun round,
only to find her arm seized by the guard, and the
woman's gun at her head.

Rachel swore under her breath.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" said
Conchita.

Rachel said nothing, but eyed her carefully, moving
around, looking for her opportunity.

"Stay still, or your friend gets it!"

Rachel stopped moving abruptly, and Conchita caught
the flash of concern in her eyes. It struck her that
these two blondes were very similar in looks. She
wondered if they were sisters. Even so, she had a
problem. She didn't know how long it would take for
back-up to arrive, and the way Karine felt in her
grip, she knew that she could not let her
concentration slip for an instant. It would have been
so much more convenient if these two gave her an
excuse to shoot them. As it was.

Conchita, smashed the but of her pistol over Karine's
head and the girl slumped to the floor.

That moment was all Rachel needed. The toe of her
boot caught Conchita under the chin, sending her
sprawling on her back. The gun skittered from her
grasp, and Rachel followed through, driving the heel
of her boot into Conchita's soft belly with a
triumphant scream.

Conchita moaned, but she had been brought up on the
streets of Puerto Rico, and she was made of strong
stuff. She seized Rachels foot, even as it drove into
her flesh, and twisted.

Rachel yelped and lost her balance, and in a flash,
Conchita was on her, driving her knee into her
assailants crotch.

The whirr of the elevator winch drowned Rachel
agonised shriek. The cables quivered and tightened,
as the giant pulleys turned. The girls were right up
against the safety railings as they battled for
advantage.

Conchita got to her feet first and grabbed hold of the
railings to give her leverage to drive her foot into
Rachels body again and again.

Rachel felt the blinding pain in her breast and the
deep debilitating agony in her stomach as Conchita
exacted her revenge, but she was no fool. As Conchita
drew her foot back to strike again she grabbed both
ankles and lifted with all her strength.

Conchita's eyes widened in horrified amazement as
Rachel lifted her bodily off the floor. Instinctively
keeping her grip on the railings, she kicked her legs
against Rachels grip as she was slowly and inexorably
tipped over the edge.

She hung on to the railings grimly as she dangled over
the lift shaft, her eyes pleading now with Rachel.
Karine, recovering, got unsteadily to her feet and
staggered over to watch the spectacle. Rachel's cold
stare met Conchita's eyes as she stabbed at the guards
fingers with her knife.

Conchita, for all the desperation of her situation,
was not about to lose any fingers. She leapt into the
void, just managing to seize the steel lift cable.

She held onto the greasy hawser, while Karine and
Rachel watched.

"Why don't you shoot her down?" said Karine as she
stood behind Rachel, fondling her breast.

"Mmmm, I want to see what happens," said Rachel
breathlessly.

The winch juddered into life again, and the cable
bearing Conchita moved inexorably upwards towards the
pulley.

Conchita gasped, and tried to climb down, but unless
she let herself slide, she couldn't descend fast
enough. The cable was old and sharp strands of steel
had already torn her tights and many of the buttons
from her uniform blouse, and so sliding down would
have ripped Conchita's clothes and body to shreds.

Resourceful as ever, she judged her moment and grabbed
at the spokes of the pulley the instant before her
hand would have been crushed under the cable.

It was at this point her luck ran out.

Her blouse, hooked on the rough cable, was caught in
the winch and Conchita, to her horror, was being
dragged into the mechanism.

She screamed in panic as she struggled to pull the
blouse from her body, but it was useless. Karine and
Rachel watched wide-eyed as the cable pinned the girls
body to the pulley. The motor whined as it dealt with
the obstruction, and Conchita's strong thighs kicked
as the cable began to crush her. Karine massaged both
her own and Rachels breast as Conchita's horrible
screams rang out.

She was still alive as the cable cut her in half, her
blood and entrails further lubricating the mechanism
as the whine of the lift motor returned to normal.
Karine and Rachel, now locked in a passionate embrace,
both groaned in an orgasm, which accompanied
Conchita's death throes.

Chapter IV
00:25

"Time for a swim, I think," said Oksana, having
registered the message from Joanne.

Svetlana smiled. "Are we expecting trouble comrade?"

"Oh, I think so," said Oksana as she pulled on her red
swimming costume.


****

Hedda Vootrekker, Miss South Africa, leaped off the
diving board into the clear blue pool below. She
drove her sleek body through the silence with powerful
strokes, through an entire length of the pool. As she
swam she felt the dirt and sweat of this grubby little
country fall away from her. She luxuriated in the
purity of the experience, and for a brief moment she
could believe that she was back home on her parents
private estate in the Natal. She just couldn't bring
herself to speak of KwaZulu-Natal. She preferred to
think of her homeland, Natal, as the last outpost of
the British Empire, not the Kingdom of KwaZulu-Natal,
for she still felt she owed her allegiance not to the
Zulu king, but to the British monarch

"I want to help impoverished blacks find meaning to
their lives," she had said with wide innocent eyes as
she stood on the podium. Those words, together with a
political desire for the South African authorities to
demonstrate that race was no longer an issue in their
country, had won her the Miss South Africa crown, and
now she found herself in Puerto Rico competing for the
title of Miss Universe.

She knew she would win too, if it wasn't for the
'political correctness' of the organisers. They had
insisted, in their folly, that they were looking for
'universal beauty', and had polluted the competition
with Blacks, Asians, Hispanics and God knows what. As
if a black girl could ever be as beautiful as her!
But she knew that the judges would never see it that
way, and it was very likely that some dog from some
backwater African nation would be given the crown just
to salve their consciences.

She climbed out of the pool and grabbed a towel. Her
white swimsuit had an embarrassing habit of going
transparent when wet, something that she didn't mind
back home with her friends, but here, under the gaze
of all and sundry, she was not so happy. The bar was
still open, and there was time for a quick drink
before bed. She glanced up at the bar gallery and
smiled at the monkey looking down at her. She was
sick of making small talk with these people, but she
had to keep up the image, no matter what.

The monkey's name was Liao Zha, otherwise known as
Miss China. It was the first year the Chinese had
allowed one of their girls to enter such a decadent
competition, and she was determined to make the most
of it. Nevertheless, she knew that when she got home
she would have to resume martial training like
everyone else, and so she had been keeping herself
fit. She had just completed 50 lengths of the pool
and was now relaxing with Jamallah Ali, Miss Iran,
another first-timer.

The two girls, despite the language barrier, found
they had a lot in common. Both were unused to such
decadent opulence, and felt uncomfortable here. They
were intimidated by the western beauties around them
and felt that because they both came from 'pariah
states', they would be unlikely to win. Both of them
hated the blonde Miss South Africa, who came up the
stairs smiling effusively at them, but they still
smiled back.

"It would be so nice to see her cut in half by a hail
of bullets from a Kalashnikov," gritted Jamallah
through her smile.

".or watch her writhe as tiger ants devoured her from
the inside," replied Zha, waving the South African
over.

Hedda took in the scene. The spic barmaid was looking
at her expectantly ready to take her order. By the
door which seemed to lead into the bowels of the
complex, a female security guard eyed her coldly. No
need for any pretence there at least, thought Hedda.
And then there were her two fellow contestants. The
Chinese face was. well Chinese. You could never tell
what they were thinking. She was wearing a short silk
kimono.

Miss Iran had clearly spent too long hidden behind her
burkha. Her smile was as transparent as a wet
negligee. Hedda had to concede, though, that the
hi-cut black one-piece she wore revealed that what had
been kept hidden under those burkha's was really quite
stunning, and she felt a thrill of illicit desire at
the sight of the woman.

"May I join you, girls?"

****
Jess licked her lips at the sight of the guard by the
service elevator.

"Mine, I think," she said.

"Hey, why should you have all the fun?" said Emma
indignantly.

Jess looked her up and down and shrugged. If
squeezing surrender from a strong young woman was fun,
it was at least almost as much fun watching her lover
do it. There was also the dark thrill that Emma might
be defeated. She remembered the pleasure of watching
her squirm under Rachel and Karine, and nodded.

"May I use my knife?"

Jess looked at the guard standing to attention in her
crisp uniform, and imagined what Emma might do to her
with a knife. She felt a kick of excitement, and
nodded mutely.

Maria was counting the hours. Night duty was so
boring, and nothing ever happened. She let herself
dream of nights of passion with her lover Pedro to
wile away the time. The sight of the tall brunette
sauntering towards her woke her from her reverie.

"Hey! Who are you?"

Emma smiled, concealing he knife behind her back. The
guard's gun was at her hip and if she had cause to
draw it, Emma knew she'd be in trouble.

"Just looking for the powder room," she said in a
silky tone that failed to convince.

"Hold it right there!"

Maria made the mistake of reaching for her radio
rather than the gun. Emma smiled and moved forward.

"Control, we have an intruder. my God, she's got a
knife!"

Maria backed away, swallowing nervously as she stared
at Emma's knife. It was too late to draw her gun now.
If she had taken the initiative earlier a couple of
slugs in the girls belly would have finished it.

Emma lunged, but Maria moved with deceptive speed as
she grabbed her assailant's knife arm and pulled her
forward, smashing her against the wall.

Jess had her thighs pressed together and was flexing
her pelvic muscles, her hands surreptitiously tweaking
her nipples as she watched the fight unfold. She
gasped as she saw the winded Emma crumple, and the
guard land a well-aimed kick at her stomach.

It should have been all over, as Maria twisted Emma's
arm, forcing her to drop the knife, but Emma was made
of sterner stuff. She wrapped her leg around the
guards thigh sending her crashing down.

Maria grappled desperately, using all the tricks she
could think of to gain the upper hand, knowing that
only one of them would survive this. She bit at the
girl's breast, and felt her powerful body tense with
satisfying pain. Her tongue felt the hard nipple as
she sank her teeth in, and she heard the girl's
desperate shriek.

If she could just get to her gun. then she saw stars
as girl's fist pounded into her eye. Stunned, Maria
became aware of something hard pressed into the small
of her back. The knife. She felt the girl's weight
bear down on her, and she felt her hand snake under
her back. She rolled desperately, but there was
nothing she could do.

All Jess could see of the guard under Emma, was her
thrashing legs and blue lace panties that did little
to hide what the girl had to offer. A nice contrast,
she thought, to the dullness of her uniform. She was
clawing at Emma's back, and bucking desperately,
trying to roll onto Emma's arm, which seemed pinned
under her. Suddenly the arm was free, and Jess saw,
with satisfaction, that Emma had the knife.

Reaching behind her, to avoid her opponent grabbing
the weapon, Emma stabbed blindly downwards.

Maria howled as she felt the burning pain in her lower
belly. She stared up at Emma's cold eyes, and saw her
lip curl cruelly as she twisted the knife. If Maria
had thought the pain unbearable, Emma now brought it
to new heights. She jerked and writhed, screaming
wildly as Emma ruined her womb and lower bowels.

Jess saw the blood spurt, and the guards hips thrust,
and leant against the wall, dizzy both with relief and
her subsiding orgasm.

Emma stood over the guard massaging her injured
breast. The girl stared up at her, her breathing fast
and ragged as she clutched her belly.

"P. please!"

"You hurt me!" hissed Emma as she knelt beside the
injured woman. "I'm going to hurt you back!"

She tore open the guards shirt, and cut away the blue
lace bra, exposing her milky breasts. She pressed the
point of the knife against her left breast just under
the hard brown nipple, and slowly pushed, watching the
flesh distort until at last the point broke skin.

"How does it feel, bitch?" said Emma to the whimpering
guard, as she let the blade rest, embedded in the soft
tissue. She stroked the woman's cheek, listening to
her breathing, savouring her quivering life force.
Then, when she was quite ready, she thrust the knife
home, feeling it scrape against her ribs, before the
dying pulse of her heart transmitted itself through
the handle.

She withdrew the knife, wiping it on the dead girls
damp knickers before standing.

"Going down?" she said.

Chapter V
00:31

"And then there was that time in Afghanist.. Mmmph!"

Jenna suffered two shocks almost simultaneously. The
first was the sudden taste of Kates lipstick and the
unaccustomed feel of her tongue thrusting between her
teeth, seeking out her own.

The second was the sound of her hotel room door
crashing open.

"Well, well, the famous Jenna Foulkes," said Jess
approvingly as Jenna lay back, wide eyed, her hands in
the air. "Its good to know you play for the right
team, despite what your reputation says!"

"Wha. who are you?"

"Ah, allow me to introduce myself and my team. We are
Lesbians United in Sex and Terror. My card."

Jenna took the proffered playing card, reading LUST on
the back and seeing the Queen of Hearts on the front.
She had heard rumours of a terrorist group like this
through her contacts, but never really believed in it
as a serious force.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"You're a reporter, all we want is for you to do a
little reporting!" said Jess smiling. "Come along
with us, now, and bring your. friend."

Jenna looked at Kate who was staring white faced at
the women. "This could be the scoop of a lifetime,"
she muttered. "Get your camera!"

Kate smiled weakly and got off the bed, retrieving her
bags.

Jenna checked herself in the mirror as she stood up.

"I don't suppose."

"No."

She shrugged. Perhaps the news she was bringing would
divert peoples attention from the crows feet gathering
around her eyes.

She squeezed past Jess and yelped as she felt the slap
on her bottom.

Jess winked at her. "Later!" she said.

Jenna caught sight of Emma's scowl, and glanced back
at Kate, who was fortunately busy with her bags. She
sighed. So this is what it's like to be surrounded by
dykes, she thought. I'd better keep my back to the
wall!

****

Helen knew that at least two of her guards were dead.
The man on the roof had uttered his death cry into his
radio, and she assumed he was dead. She wouldn't have
been able to watch the murder of the elevator guard if
he was still alive for one thing.

She didn't know what had happened to Conchita.

There were no cameras in the winch rooms, and so Helen
was ignorant of her grisly fate.

This gave Helen a bit of a problem. She had promised
Conchita back-up. What if, by some miracle, she had
survived, and started asking embarrassing questions
after this was over?

The other thing was that the camera in the gallery
above the pool showed three of the beauty contestants
still drinking and chatting. Jess's girls had to
secure that area before the plan could be executed.
Together with Alicia the barmaid, and Mercedes, who
was keeping guard at the door, it was possible that
three terrorists would not be guaranteed success if
they took them on.

Helen flicked a switch. "Mercedes, can you check out
the access corridor please? Conchita said she though
she saw something."

"OK, senora," crackled the reply.

****

Following their despatch of the guard, Rachel and
Karine joined Joanne in the passage and, moving
quickly, cut the power to the remaining elevators.
Soon guests on the lower floors would be phoning
reception and complaining, but since most people
qualified to fix elevators were men, it would take
ages for them to organise anyone to visit the upper
floors and see what the problem was.

Now, the three of them made their way carefully
towards the entrance to the bar at the end of the
corridor, with Joanne in the lead.

As Rachel found herself distracted by the lithe
movements of Joanne's body, she was shocked as Karine
suddenly raised her hand and delivered a vicious chop
to the side of Joanne's neck. The woman grunted and
crashed heavily against the wall, before sliding to
the floor where she lay groaning.

"What did you do that for!?" asked Rachel in
amazement.

"You and I are both paid by LUST," said Karine, "and
I'm sure Joanne is too, but she's being paid more by
someone else!"

"How do you know?" asked Rachel wide-eyed.

"See that wrist-watch of hers? It's a transmitter,
which is not standard issue for LUST. Honestly,
Rachel, how come you don't know these things?"

The fact of the matter was that while Karine was
surfing the net, hacking into top security sites
looking for information that would help keep them
alive, Rachel was looking for lesbian porn. She left
all the planning and tactics to Karine. For her part,
she was a girl of action - in any way one might care
to name.

"For now, we'd better get her out of sight," continued
Karine.

The girls dragged the semi-conscious woman through the
nearest door which was the entrance to the Jacuzzi.
She groaned as they pinned her against the wall.

Joanne had often wondered what would happen if Jess
ever found out that she was a SUCPENIS plant. She had
an infinite capacity for cruelty, and Joanne had spent
many a night in bed imagining the hideous tortures
that would be inflicted on her if she was caught.
Now, with Karine and Rachel she was about to find out,
but although the reality was different to the fantasy,
a part of her responded. Her nipples hardened through
her catsuit even as she tensed her stomach muscles.

"Kill her!" said Rachel hoarsely, her eyes glittering
with lust. "Kill her slowly!"

"We need information, first," said Karine, glaring
into Joannes frightened eyes. "Who are you working
for?"

Joanne shook her head, knowing that in the unlikely
event she should survive this, Oksana would almost
certainly hunt her down and inflict her own terrible
vengeance. Rachel lifted her knee hard into the
unfortunate girls crotch.

"Groooogh!" Joannes eyes widened in agony and she
slumped against Karines grip.

"Next time," hissed Karine, "I'll use this!"

She drew her knife and held it against Joannes cheek.

Joanne changed her mind. After all, there was always a
chance that Oksana may not catch up with her, however
slim, and from the look in Karine's eyes, it was
certain that the knife would be used in a singularly
unpleasant fashion in the next few moments. The
immediate danger overruled.

"SUCPENIS," she muttered.

"My, we are brave with the insults!" said Karine. She
had never heard of Oksana's organisation, and misread
Joanne's confession, "but if that's the way you want
it!" She drew the knife back.

"Hold it right there!"

Karine and Rachel both stiffened at the sound of
Mercedes voice.

Chapter VI
00:37

Mercedes had been watching the three contestants.
Jealousy mixed with admiration. She would have so
loved to be up there on the stage being adored for her
beauty by the world, but what chance would she ever
have had? She wasn't exactly ugly, but she wasn't
pretty either, and she couldn't understand why good
looks should make such a difference.

One thing she was sure of, though. She hated Miss
South Africa, and Miss South Africa hated her. Her
whole attitude towards her, as well as the other
contestants, told her that racism was alive and well
and living in this woman, if not the rest of her
country. If that wasn't enough, Mercedes could not
understand why someone with such a black poisonous
soul was allowed to be so stunningly beautiful.

She would have loved to have taken her on, to have had
the opportunity to humiliate her. She envisaged
taking the girl down in public, stripping her
arrogance from her bit by bit, and forcing her face
into her own thick black muff as she pleaded for
mercy.

The call from Helen, distracted her from the dream.
She smiled at Alicia, and went back through the
doorway which led towards the winch rooms. As she did
so, she caught a glimpse of a door shutting. Her eyes
narrowed. There shouldn't be anyone else in this
area.

She drew her gun and crept slowly towards the door.
Helen was right, Conchita should have checked in by
now, and she was taking no chances.

****

Kassandra made her way down to the dance hall,
admiring the Cartier wrist watch that Oksana had given
her. Such a beautiful piece of jewellery, she
thought, it's elegance concealed a radio transmitter,
and yet it still gave the time accurately. Oksana's
other recruits would be there, and Kassandra had been
told to make contact with them.

She smiled at the security guards on the door, who let
her in automatically.

Inside the lighting was impressive. As well as the
disco spots which pulsed in time to the music, the
rippling blue light of the pool above, gave a unique
ambience to the place. She glanced up to see Hedda
Voortrekker swim her length before climbing out, her
movement magnified within the hall by the effect.

Around her, the most beautiful women in the world were
either sitting around the tables or dancing.
Kassandra knew that the men with them had been through
so many security checks that any lecherous intent
would have been filtered out long ago. Arse-bandits,
every one of them, she thought disappointedly.

Kass purposefully approached a group of two women and
one man.

"Good evening." She held out her hand, the one with
the Cartier watch Oksana had given her. The two women
each wore identical watches.

****

"All of you! Drop your weapons!"

Mercedes had seen the door of the gym closing as,
following Helens orders, she'd gone to investigate.
Drawing her gun, she had burst in on them. She
smiled. Boy, would Helen be pleased!

Turning, Rachel spread her hands and let the knife
drop.

"All of them!"

Reluctantly, Rachel and Karine removed their weapons
belts.

"You too!" said Mercedes, addressing Joanne who looked
relieved.

"But."

"Do it!" Mercedes was taking no chances.

Scowling, Joanne obeyed.

"Now, against the wall, all of you. Thats it. Now,
spread 'em!"

Mercedes licked her lips as she studied the three
women before her, leaning against the wall, arms and
legs spread wide.

"Control," she spoke into her radio, "I've got them!"

"Oh! Ummm, good!" came the response. "I'll. er. send
back up!"

Mercedes frowned. This wasn't the brisk efficient
Helen she knew. Perhaps someone was feeling her up in
the control room. She shrugged. These were her
prisoners, and they needed searching.

Keeping the gun trained on them, she approached
carefully. Skin tight catsuits didn't leave much room
for concealed weapons, but Mercedes checked thoroughly
anyway.

"I'll get you for this, you little bitch!" hissed
Rachel as Mercedes pressed her fingers hard between
her legs.

"Really!" said Mercedes, as she manipulated the
woman's mound, feeling her mounting heat. "Well in
that case I'd best make the most of it!"

With that she drove her fingers hard into the Rachel's
sex, hearing a satisfying grunt of pain and feeling
her thighs stiffen.

"And what about you?" she said, turning her attention
to Karine. "Lets see what concealed weapons you have.

Karine stiffened as she felt Mercedes hands on her,
exploring the most intimate parts of her body, and
couldn't help reacting. Her hips began to sway ever
so slightly and she closed her eyes and bit her lip.

"My, we are tense!" said Mercedes, making sure there
were no weapons deeper within her vagina than was
likely. She could even feel the hardening clit
through the catsuit. "You could do a lot of damage
with that!" she breathed, and pinched at it through
the tight material.

Karine yelped, her thighs quivering, and felt her
juices begin to flow.

"And did I sense a slight disagreement between you and
the others, when I came in?" said Mercedes, addressing
Joanne now.

"I. I'm not with them. You must get help. Arrgh!"

"Silence!" said Mercedes whipping Karines weapons belt
across her smoothly rounded buttocks and watching them
quiver.

"How do I know I can trust you, and that this isn't
some trick?"

"It's not. I've infiltrated their group. You can
check with. Aaaaah!"

This time the belt snaked across her back, the end
snapping hard into her breast as it whipped around
her.

"We'll see when my back-up arrives. In the meantime
you can tell me who you work for and." she paused,
suddenly apprehensive, "what you have done with
Conchita!"

There was silence.

****

Hedda had had about as much as she could take. She
hated the guttural accents of Zha and Jamallah, and
she hated their smell too, though that was probably
more in her mind than anything else.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, girls, I think I'm going
to use the Jacuzzi before bed."

She got up and walked towards the door where Mercedes
had stood. She puzzled for a moment that the guard
wasn't at her post, then shrugged and made her way
towards the Jacuzzi.

Her eyes widened as she opened the door and took in
the scene.

"What's going on?" she said.

"Get out!" said Mercedes, "I have a dangerous
situation here, and I don't want bystanders getting in
the way!"

Hedda bristled. "No spic servant speaks to me like
that! Now you tell me who they are and what's being
done about it!"

Mercedes blood began to simmer. "If you don't leave
now, I'll have you up against the wall with them!" she
yelled.

Hedda advanced towards the girl. "Now you listen to
me. oooof!"

Mercedes drove her elbow into the South Africans
belly. Unprepared, Hedda doubled over, winded, and
the guard smashed the handle of her gun over the
blondes skull.

Hedda dropped to her knees, stunned, while Mercedes
retrained her pistol on the three LUST agents who were
beginning to show interest.

"Stay wher you ARE!" she barked nervously. A part of
her knew that knocking down one of the contestants
would be met with instant dismissal at best.

Hedda, recovering quickly, was incensed that the
Puerto Rican would dare to hit her. With a roar, she
charged at Mercedes from her kneeling position,
knocking her to the ground.

"Aaaiiiee!"

Mercedes rolled and pointed her pistol directly at
Hedda's stomach. What the hell, she was finished
anyway, and it would give her so much pleasure to pump
a slug into the South Africans belly and watch her
blood stain that pristine white swimsuit.

Hedda was too fast, though, and managed to pin
Mercedes arm above her head before she could fire.
Kneeling astride her, she smiled. Her bladder was
filling, and there was a dirty brown face beneath her
that needed a wash.

Mercedes was not finished. Trained as a ballet
dancer, she arched her back and managed to hook her
leg around Hedda's neck. The South African yelped as
she was forced off her opponents body. Lying on her
back, legs spread, she looked up to see Mercedes
standing over her, her gun pointing at her belly once
more. This time there was no escape.

"Now, you die slow, bitch!" she screamed, her face red
and a trail of angry spittle running from her mouth.

"N. nooooo! Please! Nooo!"

Hedda's aggression suddenly turned to blind panic, and
her bladder, already primed to give the guard a good
dousing, emptied itself in a quavering arc through
the crotch of her swimsuit.

Before she could fire, however, Rachel's booted foot
connected with the side of Mercedes head, sending her
sprawling towards the bubbling pool. Hedda needed no
encouragement and was on the guard in moments, driving
her knee hard into the woman's crotch. And seizing her
dark glossy hair.

"Boy am I going to make you suffer now!" she said, and
with that forced the girl's head against her
piss-stained crotch, revelling in the sensation of her
choking struggles against her nether lips. It felt so
good exacting vengeance by dominating, smothering the
arrogant spic, pinning her face between her smooth
white inner thighs - humiliating her.

Joanne, in the meantime, had managed to react more
quickly than Karine and had rabbit-punched her hard in
the kidneys. While her ex-comrade lay squirming, she
made her escape through the door.

"Hey!" yelled Rachel, and set off in pursuit.

As she sprinted towards the entrance to the main pool,
Joanne realised that Rachel was right behind her. If
she could make it through the door, she might just
save herself.

Rachel, however, kept herself cool, drew her knife and
took careful aim.

Yess, thought Joanne as she neared the entrance. She
can't catch me now!

She arched her back and fell forward as Rachel's knife
thumped between her shoulderblades. Her mouth filled
with blood as she squirmed, reaching behind her for
the weapon embedded in her body.

Rachel walked towards her slowly, her hips swaying
sinuously, and stood over her body, looking down and
smiling. Joannes body heaved as she tried to suck air
into her ruptured lungs, and Rachel savoured the sight
of her undulating form and her pleading agonised eyes.

She said nothing as she rolled Joanne over with an
unceremonious kick, then squatted to tug the knife
from the dying girl's body. It was not her habit to
leave bodies lying around unnecessarily, and so she
started to drag Joanne back towards the Jacuzzi,
leaving a trail of blood on the carpet.

In the meantime, Hedda was now in the bubbling pool,
and pushing Mercedes head under the water. She
delighted in watching her body, which was out of the
pool, buck and twist as she struggled against the
inevitable. Glistening tufts of animal black curly
hair escaped from the woman's brief black knickers as
her skirt rode up with her thrusting hips. Hedda only
wished that it didn't take two hands to hold the girl
under water. Her clit badly needed attention. As it
was, she had to make do with the gentle caresses of
the girl's hair against her thighs as it swirled with
the rising bubbles.

Slowly, slowly the guards struggles weakened, until
with a final arch of her back, she subsided and lay
still, juice oozing from her crotch. Hedda smiled
contentedly, as she climbed out of the pool to see
Rachel drag Joanne's body back through the door. She
spotted Mercedes gun on the floor, and went to pick it
up. These two girls were killers, and although she'd
provided them with valuable assistance, there was no
guarantee that they wouldn't now turn on her. On the
other hand, they were blonde and therefore probably on
the side of the angels. Nevertheless, the gun was her
insurance.

Karine was sitting on the floor, breathing hard as she
fought the crippling pain in her kidney. Hedda knelt
beside her, pointing the gun at her head.

"Dump her in the pool," she said to Rachel, who was
unable to react in time. Rachel had no choice but to
obey. She watched as Joannes blood stained the water
and her corpse became tangled with that of Mercedes in
a death embrace.

"Now, suppose you tell me who you are and what you
want," said Hedda.

Rachel shrugged. "We are affiliated to Lesbians
United in Sex and Terror - LUST," she said. "We are
securing the upper floors so that our comrades can
capture the contestants downstairs in the dance hall
and demand a ransom for their release."

"Lesbians United in Sex and Terror," mused Hedda. As
far as she was concerned, she was more than happy to
play the dyke if circumstances demanded, but she still
had to work out her best course of action. She could
kill these two outright, or simply hand them over to
the authorities, but since the girls weren't acting
alone, that would not be the end of the story. What
interested her, though, was the ransom element. Each
of her competitors must be worth at least a million,
she figured, and doing the maths, it seemed that if
she could lay her hands on a small proportion of the
take, she would be very rich.

"I want in!" she said finally. "But I don't trust
you, so I'll hang on to this if you don't mind."

Rachel glanced at Karine, and nodded. She then picked
up Mercedes radio.

"Control," she said, "everything's OK now."

Helen, hearing that the voice was not Mercedes,
breathed a sigh of relief.

****

Kassandra greeted the two girls. Charlotte von Trapp,
or Miss Sweden, was a tall blonde with a sullen
expression. She wore a short silver dress, which
showed off her voluptuous curves, and which left
little to the imagination as she sat with her legs
draped over the guy sitting next to her.

Miss Nigeria, whose name was Liberty Wildtrees, had
the blackest body Kassandra had ever seen. Liberty
had decided to wear native dress, sporting a brief
leopardskin arrangement, which formed an apron front
and back supported by a leather band around her hips.
In deference to decency, her full breasts were held in
place by a strip of red cloth, which criss-crossed
them.

"Pleased to meet you, girls," said Kass, who had
already sized up the competitive assets of her new
friends. Charlotte was slightly too curvy for the
judges tastes, although she certainly looked as if she
had slept with as many as Kass had. However, Liberty
could be a threat. One could never tell with respect
to ethnic tastes, but Kass realised she was a handsome
woman.

Charlotte looked up at her, and smiled languidly.
"Likewise," she said. "Meet Roger, a very good friend
of mine."

Roger stood and held out his hand. Kass had assumed
that all the men here were benders, but her antennae
were twitching with this one. She decided that she
would find out for herself. The fact that Charlotte
had seen him first was not important.

Liberty stood too, towering over Kass and giving a
bright white smile, which caught the UV lighting to
good effect, and which Kass found quite terrifying.
"It's good to have you on board!" she said, her voice
deep like honey.

"Umm, I take it we've all received the same message,"
said Kass.

"Yes," said Liberty. "It seems that LUST agents are
in the building, and headed this way."

"Heyy, relax!" said Charlotte. "The organisers have
this place sewn up. Nobody can get past all the guards
they have posted.

"Well, I feel like a sitting duck here," said Liberty,
"I'd rather take the fight to them. What do you
think, Kass?"

"Shouldn't we wait for orders from Oksana?" said Kass.

"Unlike Charlotte, I haven't had a man between my
thighs for many months, and I need some action -
whatever it may be!" said Liberty with an earthy
growl.

Kass caught the glitter in her eyes and was glad she
was on the same side.

"Oksana's busy. She's gone up to the pool to
investigate," said Charlotte.

"Maybe she needs backup," said Liberty.

Kass nodded. "But you have a good point, Charlotte.
You'd have thought the security people would have
picked something up by now, and we'd be 'locked down'.
I wonder why we aren't!" She pondered for a moment.
"I think you should go and check with the control
room," she said to Charlotte finally. "What do you
think Liberty?"

"You're right," said the black girl. "Well, I'm going
to see if Oksana needs some help. You coming, Kass?"

"No, I think I'll stay here. If anything does happen,
we'll need someone on the inside." She paused. "Isn't
that right, Roger?"

Roger grinned, his lascivious eyes sizing her up.
Charlotte, who had been quite happy in his arms,
looked daggers at her.

****

For Jenna, the elevator ride to the upper floors took
far too long. Pinned against the wall, she smiled
weakly as Jess advanced on her, and firmly and
unambiguously squeezed her breast. Jenna bit her lip,
painfully aware of her nipple hardening at Jess's
touch.

"Come on, you know you like it!" murmured Jess.

Jenna tried to imagine that she was in the hands of
Serbian militiamen who were about to rape her. That,
at least she could relate to.

Suddenly, there was a yelp, and Jenna heard the smack
of Kates fist sending Jess reeling. "You get your
filthy hands. unnnh!"

Kate was slammed back against the wall, and Carolyns
fist thumped into her belly, closely followed by
Emma's knee in her crotch. Kate crumpled, as Carolyn
and Emma set to, with a flurry of feet and fists.

"Hold it!" said Jess, wiping the blood from her nose.
"We need them both! Punishment will come later."

Carolyn and Emma backed off, and Jess helped Kate to
her feet. "My, what a little spitfire!" she said. "We
could do with someone like you in our ranks. What do
you say?"

By way of reply, Kate spat in Jess's face.

Jess looked sourly at Kate as she wiped the spittle
from her cheek. "OK, I get the message," she said
shrugging. Then without warning, she drover her fist
hard into Kate's stomach.

Jenna watched all this with bemusement. She had never
realised that Kate held such strong feelings towards
her. If she ever got out of this, she promised
herself, she would write a feature.

Chapter VII
00:39

Hedda walked into the bar holding a towel which
concealed her gun. Jamallah and Zha acknowledged her
and carried on talking.

"Drink girls?" said Hedda as she approached the bar.

Jamallah shook her head. Of course not, thought
Hedda. She isn't allowed alcohol. Zha, following
Jamallah's example, shook her head too. Hedda
shrugged and went up to the bar.

"Scotch on the Rocks," she said to Alicia, who smiled
and nodded as she poured ice into the glass.

"Which room?" said the barmaid as she handed Hedda her
drink.

"Oh, I don't think you'll be needing that, dear," said
Hedda smiling. With that she fired twice through the
bar counter.

Alicia's eyes widened as she felt the slugs thud into
her womb. Her mouth opened in shock as she looked
down and clutched at the bloody mass of her lap, and
her legs buckled beneath her.

Zha and Jamallah stopped talking, and stared in
amazement at Hedda for the briefest of instants,
before reacting. Both of them, Hedda knew, were the
product of military regimes and knew what to do.

This was Rachel and Karine's cue. They burst in, and
rushed the two contestants, who were already on their
feet making for Hedda. Zha spun round, leaping into
the air with acrobatic grace.

"Hyyyy-yah!" Her foot kicked out, catching Rachel in
the side of the head, revealing to Hedda what she had
suspected. The Chinese girl was naked under the
kimono.

Jamillah fared less well. Black hair flying, she
attempted to deliver a quick one-two to Karine's face,
but the terrorist was to fast for her. Catching the
Iranians fists in both hands, she forced her arms back
and then head butted her in the face.

The blow put paid to any chance Miss Iran might have
had of winning the contest. She yelped and staggered
back, hands over her face, before falling back over
her table.

Hedda couldn't suppress an excited giggle as she saw
Karine grab a shank of the girls thick black hair and
wrap it around her neck, pulling her back over the
table. She glanced at Rachel, who was falling back
under a flurry of karate chops from Miss China. That
looked dangerous, so she turned her attention back to
Jamallah's delightful squirming body, licking her lips
as she pinned her legs down, while Karine applied the
pressure to the poor girls throat.

The black clad mound of her sex, bucking and thrusting
inches away from her, excited her curiosity. With
glittering eyes she pulled the crotch of her swimsuit
aside. and gasped in amazement.

Beneath the forest of dark curly hair, the swollen red
lips of her inner labia were clearly visible, but what
caught her eye was the fact that both lips were
pierced with a row of tiny gold rings. These rings
were interlinked with a fine gold chain which was
attached to another ring which in turn was attached to
her clitoris. The chain was held secure by a tiny
lock.

Idly, Hedda flicked at the clitoris, and watched it
swell, pulling the chain tight, as the poor girl,
feeling the violation, renewed her struggles, twisting
and jerking against her tormentors. Her jaw slack
with fascination, Hedda watched wide-eyed as the lips
too, began to swell, causing the chain to tighten
further.

As the Iranians' struggles became more frantic, little
droplets of juice squeezed themselves between the now
tightly bound labia, and then began to spray in fine
jets. Hedda wondered idly who held the key to the
lock and if the girl had ever experienced the joy of
anal sex.

By now Jamallahs face was black, and her tongue
protruded grotesquely. She clawed futilely at her own
hair, which Karine was pulling ever more tightly
around her neck, but her movements became spasmodic,
and her fingers began to flutter, until eventually she
was still.

Karine, red-faced with exertion, carried on pulling
for a few moments longer, just to make sure.

In the meantime, Zha had Rachel pinned against the
railings over the pool, and was delivering a series of
straight finger jabs to the blondes belly. Her kimono
was completely loose now, exposing little
apple-breasts with sharp nipples. Rachel grimaced in
pain, and seemed pretty much finished, until Karine,
coming up behind, wrapped her arm around the Chinese
girls neck.

As Rachel collapsed exhausted, Karine pulled the
struggling Zha from her. Hedda was amazed at the
twists and contortions of the smaller girl, and as
Karine delivered a kidney punch, she drank in the
sight of the tight arching body with its little patch
of dark at the crotch.

Knowing that even Karine wouldn't be able to hold the
girl for long, Hedda grabbed her ankles, and together,
they manoeuvred the bucking girl towards the edge.

Zha screamed as she fell, legs kicking, kimono flying.
The scream was cut short by the splash as she hit the
water in the pool below.

There was no time to lose, and both Rachel and Karine
ran down the stairs to the pool below as fast as they
could, leaving Hedda to watch from above.

As Zha climbed from the water, the two girls grabbed
her, dragging her soaking body across the tiles and
slamming her into the wall.

Hedda took the scotch that Alicia the barmaid had
poured for her and sat to watch Rachel and Karine
exact their vengeance on the chink slut.

Fists and knees punished belly and crotch, slamming
wetly into the girls body. The soaked kimono clung to
her, concealing nothing. Zha's eyes were closed and
her mouth was open in surrender, all fight gone as she
took her punishment from her tormentors.

Hedda watched, her hand inside her swimsuit as she
openly fingered herself. There was nobody to see her
after all, except the dying barmaid, and she didn't
matter. At some point she would silence her moans
with a humane bullet to the brain, but she had to see
this first.

Zha's knees buckled as she lost consciousness, but
Rachel and Karine continued to slam their fists into
her pulverised body. Finally, they let the girl fall,
her insides ruined. If she wasn't dead now, she soon
would be.

Hedda moaned, closing her eyes, as Rachel and Karine
breathlessly embraced. When she opened her eyes
again, she let out a gasp of amazement. The two LUST
girls had been joined by two other women.

Hedda narrowed her eyes. It was time to make herself
scarce. She knew them as Miss Russia, Oksana
Fedorova, and her nasty little assistant.

****

Charlotte was seething with rage. How did that horny
little Brit wheedle her way into getting Roger to
herself? She decided that when she got back, if she
so much as smelt another woman on him, Kass was dead
meat.

She left the dance hall and approached one of the
girls on the door. The guard was a striking woman.
She was at least 6ft tall, and powerful with it.
Charlotte could smell a dyke a mile off, and made the
most of it.

"You going to stand there all night?" Charlotte said,
pouting suggestively.

"Until I'm relieved," replied the guard.

"You'd know, wouldn't you, if there was any trouble
elsewhere in the building." Charlotte ran her finger
up and down the woman's blouse provocatively.

"Of course. Control would inform us."

Charlotte smiled. She knew there was trouble, and the
guard didn't. If Control didn't know, then perhaps
that was the place to start looking. "Where's the
control room?"

"First floor. Why do you want to know?" For the
first time, this piece of female beefcake registered
some concern.

"Oh, just curious!" Charlotte turned and made her way
to the elevator.

Sondra watched the girl walk away. That bottom,
swaying under the tiny silver dress, which barely
concealed her assets, was too much for her.

"I'd better check her out," she said to Mona, her
colleague, and without waiting for acknowledgement,
set off after Charlotte.

Charlotte pressed the button to call the lift, and
watched the display. Nothing happened. She looked up
uneasily at Sondra as she joined her. "The lifts not
coming," she said.

Sondra was puzzled. She might have expected one
elevator to be out, but all of them. She spoke into
her radio. "Control, what's wrong with the elevators?
Is everything OK?"

"The engineers have been called," replied Helen, but
she was unable to keep the edge out of her voice.

"It looks like the stairs then," said Charlotte.
"Perhaps you should check it out. I need to get back
to the party.

For a moment, Sondra felt that her chances with this
girl were slipping away, but the grounds for suspicion
were beginning to sink in. They at least provided her
with an opportunity. "I think, I'd like to ask you a
few questions, first," she said. "Come with me."

She took Charlotte's arm, and led her to one of the
offices.

For Charlotte, this was another irritation. She
wanted to get back to Roger, and detach him from Kass,
but this woman was preventing her. "You know who I
am!" she said angrily.

"Yes, you are Miss Sweden," said the guard as she
forced Charlotte to sit opposite the desk. There was
something about her voice that chilled Charlotte. She
sat obediently, pulling down her dress modestly, and
crossing her legs.

"What's going on?" asked Sondra directly, as she sat
on the desk facing Charlotte.

Charlotte shrugged. "I. I'm just concerned about
security," she said. "You hear so much, these days."

Sondra felt intoxicated. This woman was in her power,
her perfect breasts straining that skimpy, almost
indecent dress, the nipples clearly visible. She
looked longingly at the long legs, crossed
provocatively in front of her.

"Tell me what you know!" she said.

Charlotte merely shook her head.

This was wonderful for Sondra, as it meant she had an
excuse to use force on the woman - to lay her hands on
her - to touch her. Roughly she pulled Charlotte to
her feet, and then forced her back across the desk.

"Nooo, what are you."

Charlotte twisted and kicked, exposing her tiny
panties, which clung invitingly to the contours of her
sex.

This was far too much for Sondra. With a grunt, she
buried her head in the girls crotch, her tongue
flicking aside the panties and seeking out Charlottes
most sensitive spot.

Charlotte gasped, as unexpected waves of pleasure
coursed through her body. She had hoped that Roger
would be doing this to her - and more - before long,
but this wasn't a bad substitute.

****

For a moment Jess was puzzled as to why there was only
one guard outside the dance hall. She shrugged. It
didn't matter. Smiling disarmingly, she walked up to
the increasingly uneasy woman.

"Hold it! Identify yourself.. Don't come any closer!.
Stop, or I fire!. Aaargh!"

Once again Carolyn's gun spoke, pumping a slug
directly into the unfortunate guards forehead.

"Why do you insist on taking all the fun out of life?"
said Jess, wheeling angrily.

Jenna gasped in shock. It had been a while since she
had experienced those intense feelings which came with
sudden death, and it took a while for her to
acclimatise herself to the fact that she was back in a
war zone. She felt that old excitement rising in her
loins.

They burst through the door, but the sound of the
music was too great for their entry to be noticed.
This was just as well, because it was gong to take a
while for Kate to set up her camera with its direct
link to the studio. Jenna, in the meantime, stepped
outside, under Emma's watchful eye, to phone her
producer.

"Jerry?. Yes, it's Jenna. Listen, I have a scoop for
you, can you set up a live link?. Yes it is! The Miss
Universe contestants are about to be taken hostage!
The terrorists want to make their demands through CUM
TV. Think what that will do for our ratings!. Yes,
Kate is setting up now. They're actually waiting for
her.. Good man!"

She gave Emma the thumbs up, and they returned to the
hall, where Kate was waiting ready.

"Right, kill the music!" said Jess, when she received
the all clear from Emma and Jenna.

The female dance DJ hired for the night, was working
her turntables, oblivious of unfolding events, while
the assorted Beauty Queens danced to her music. A few
of them had noticed Jess and her crew, and cast
strange looks, but they assumed, from Kate and Jenna's
presence, that this was yet another publicity call.

Carolyn's gun spoke once more, and the DJ shrieked as
the bullet burst into her heart. Her hands quivered
on the turntables. At first, the dancers didn't
notice, and some even applauded, but then the poor
woman fell forward onto her equipment, her spurting
blood short circuiting the electronics and sending a
spasm of electricity through her dying girls body.

Then there was silence.

"Everyone into the middle!" yelled Jess.

At first nobody moved, but when Jess's gun barked,
firing two slugs into the ceiling, they complied,
shrieking in panic.

Kate's camera followed the girls as they did what they
were told, then panned round to Jenna.

"Good evening, this is your special correspondent,
Jenna Foulkes, reporting from the Planet Hotel, where
the Miss Universe contestants are staying. As you can
see, the breaking news is that they have been taken
hostage by an as yet unidentified group. I have with
me, their leader."

"We are agents of Lesbians United through Sex and
Terrorism," interrupted Jess, "and our demands are
simple. We require one million US dollars for the
liberation of each contestant alive. Dead ones come
free!"

Chapter VIII
00:45

Helen had been watching Sondra and Charlotte on her
camera's with an increasing sense of panic. The girl
in the silver dress knew that something was wrong, and
it seemed that she was about to persuade her guard
Sondra, to check things out. This could not be
allowed to happen. For the first time, it occurred to
her that she should not be exposed at all costs.

The office that they had gone into was one of the few
rooms with a camera. She switched this on, and was
amazed to see the two girls locked in each others
embrace. For a moment her concerns were forgotten,
and she allowed her hands to stray between her thighs
as she watched the two women pleasure each other.

By the time she saw Charlotte's body arch in orgasm,
her own knickers were soaked. She fought to bring
herself back down to earth, then, licking her fingers
she switched on the intercom to alert her remaining
guards.

"General Alert!" she said. "A terrorist has
infiltrated the contest. This is Miss Sweden,
Charlotte von Trapp. She is currently wearing a short
silver dress. She is very dangerous - repeat very
dangerous. If you see this woman, you are to shoot to
kill!"

She watched the screen, as the two girls tidied
themselves up.

"She has an accomplice. Sondra, it seems, is an agent
for her organisation. You are to terminate her as
well!"

She checked the other screens. It seemed that while
she had been watching Charlotte and Sondra, events had
moved on. Mona lay dead outside the dance hall, and
Jess and her crew had rounded up the Beauty Queens
inside. Things were proceeding apace.

****

Rachel and Karine felt good. They had beaten the
Chinese girl to death, and she looked very pretty
lying there in her soaked kimono, her exposed sex
still spurting out it's juice. Now it was time to
join Jess in the dance hall.

As they turned, their hearts sank. Facing them was
Oksana Fedorova and her horrible sidekick Svetlana.

Before Rachel could react, she felt Svetlana's foot in
her soft belly. As she doubled over, another kick
sent her sprawling back on the hard tiles, her head
landing between Zha's legs. Before she could rise,
Svetlana, with an evil grin on her face, lifted her
foot and drove her sharp stilleto heel into her belly,
injecting a fast-acting poison directly into her body
from the shoe.

She smiled as Rachel jerked, then shrieked, clutching
her belly as the poison began to act. Then the LUST
agent began to thrash violently, pink froth spilling
from her lips. Her head rolled from side to side, as
she arched her back, kicking and writhing, before her
struggles finally subsided and she lay still.

Karine was a bit luckier. She managed to rush Oksana,
and together, they tumbled into the pool. Oksana drew
the knife from the belt around the waist of her red
swimsuit. She could swim like a fish and was in her
element now.

Karine managed to grab the wrist, while trying to
retrieve her own knife, but she was short of breath
and needed to get to the surface. Oksana, was not
having that, and together they struggled underwater,
while Svetlana, her foe despatched, turned to watch.

She knew her mistress would win. Nobody could defeat
the great Oksana. It was just a matter of time.

Karine finally managed to break free, but rather than
try to draw her knife, now, she shot to the surface.
As she did so, Oksana plunged her knife into the girls
belly, ripping downwards as her victim shot upwards.

Karine broke the surface, uttering a scream as red
clouded the blue lit water from the hideous wound in
her bowels. She plunged back down, clutching at the
great tear that opened her up, trying futilely to keep
her entrails from spilling into the water.

Oksana, meanwhile, whirled away from the spreading
cloud of gore, and swam to the side. She climbed out
and watched with Svetlana, as Karine thrashed in the
bloody churning water.

Then, suddenly, the level of water in the pool dropped
dramatically.

****

Kass stood in the middle of the dance hall with
Roger., jostled by panicking Beauty Queens. She spoke
into the Cartier watch.

"They're here, it's begun. There are three of them in
the room, all well-armed. The TV crew are here too.
It seems they mean to broadcast the whole thing!"

She heard Jess give her ultimatum to the camera, and
then saw the camera rove around their little group.
Then she heard Jess say something to the camera which
chilled her blood.

"As you will see, there is plenty of potential wealth
here, and I am going to give you a freebie, just to
show we mean business. Emma, bring a couple of them
to me."

Kass heard a number of the girls whimpering in terror
as the dark-haired LUST agent approached the group.
She grabbed a tall redhead, who Kass recognised as
Miss USA, and the sallow form of Miss Palestine. Kass
couldn't help smiling. If nothing else, these agents
were going to provide political fodder for the world
audience.

"Great," said Jess. "One of you will have to kill the
other for your freedom. Do you understand?"

Miss USA, who wore a short green dress with a halter
top, reacted angrily. "I don't know what floats your
boats, but you ain't getting none of that from me!"
she said. "I don't give a damn about politics, and
neither does Sarah here!"

With that she put her arm around the dark-haired
Arabian beauty, who wore a long black dress, very much
like Kass's. The two women smiled defiantly at Jess.

"So you want to die together," said Jess. "Well,
that's a bit inconvenient, but not impossible." With
that she drew her gun and placed the barrel against
the side of the American's head.

The redhead swallowed hard. "No, wait," she said,
"I'm sure we can talk this through!"

"Go on," said Jess, withdrawing the gun. "I'm
listening!"

Miss USA stood awkwardly. "I. I've got money." she
said.

"So will we have. Far more than you, I expect, and
from a more reliable source!"

The Beauty Queen was out of ideas. Suddenly she
turned and drove her knee into Miss Palestines crotch.
The poor girl howled with indignant pain, while Kate
kept the camera rolling.

The redhead bore down on the Palestinian, wrapping her
fingers around her throat, and pressing her thumbs
into her windpipe, but her intended victim was made of
sterner stuff. Bringing her hands up between Miss
USA's, she suddenly forced them apart, breaking the
American's grip, before jabbing two rabbit punches
hard into her solar plexus.

"Beetch!" yelled the Arabian angrily, driving her knee
up unto the winded girls face as she doubled forward.

The redhead stumbled backwards, clutching her face,
which was now covered in blood from her broken nose,
but the Palestinian wasn't finished yet. Yanking at
the girls halter top, she ripped it free, leaving her
naked breasts quivering, and then head-butted her,
sending her groaning to the floor.

"My face," moaned Miss USA. "What have you done to my
face!?"

Miss Palestine now squatted down behind her, and
placed her arm around her victims throat, pressing
forward on the back of her head with her other hand.
The redhead sat with her legs apart, a strip of white
knickers exposed, and clawed at the arm constricting
her throat.

With a jerk, the Arabian pushed her hand forward and
there was a sickening crack.

The redheads beautiful thighs thrashed spasmodically,
and a sudden spurt of love juice rendered her knickers
transparent. Then she was still, only the occasional
twitch disturbing her body. Sarah let her go, and
stood, placing her foot on the dead girls breast.

"Now you set me free," she said to the camera, "as
promised!" There was an note of panic in her voice.

"Sure!" said Jess. "We don't go back on our word!"

With that she opened the door, and ushered Miss
Palestine through.

"Go on, you're free to go!"

"Let me finish her off," said Emma excitedly in a
stage whisper.

"No," said Jess. "If we do that they simply won't
trust us not to kill the rest of them. They won't
bother to give us the money."

Nobody had been aware of the balletic movements of
Karine and Oksana's fight in the pool above, but when
Oksana slit her victims belly open, the quality of the
light changed subtly, as blood and entrails stained
the blue water.

Somebody looked up and screamed at the awful sight of
Karine jerking and thrashing as she struggled with her
entrails. Soon there was pandemonium in the hall.

Kass saw her chance. She lunged at Emma, who was just
as distracted by the sight, though in a different way.
As Kass knocked her over, she fired her gun several
times, causing more panicked screaming.

Three bullets pinged off the reinforced bottom of the
pool. A crack shot across the glass, joining the
bullet marks and zig-zagging over to the side.

Suddenly the whole thing gave way and the carefully
coiffured contestants were swept across the floor,
drenched in pink water.

****

Sated, Sondra and Charlotte stepped out of their
office, badly in need of a shower. Helen's general
alert, however, meant that gaurds were already on
their way.

"Stop!"

A bullet whistled past Sondra. If she had been a few
inches further forward, it would have passed clean
through both breasts.

Instantly, she reversed back into the room, pushing
Charlotte with her.

"Quick! There's no time to lose!" she said, pushing
the door shut behind her. She looked around
desperately. They were trapped. "Up there!"

Above them was an air conditioning duct. Using all
her strength, Sondra yanked the grill from its
fixings, then lifted Charlotte and pushed her into the
narrow entrance, enjoying the feel of her body, and
the sight of her disappearing pussy as she crawled
into the narrow accessway.

The door crashed open, but Sondra was ready. Drawing
her gun, she pumped two bullets into the breasts of
the unfortunate guard who came through the door. The
woman's gun flew from her hand and she crashed into
the lamp stand, which lit up the room, sending it
flying, and smashing the bulb.

Sondra lost no time in pulling herself up into the
air-conditioning duct behind Charlotte. She could see
her delicious rump in the dusty light as she edged her
way along the narrow conduit.

But the dying guard was not finished. As Sondra's
legs disappeared she grabbed the lamp stand and drove
it's bulb end as hard as she could between the big
woman's thighs. Although the bulb was completely
smashed, the filaments were still live, and the
wetness of Sondra's knickers provided excellent
conductivity.

Sondra convulsed as the electricity ripped through
her. With her dying strength, the guard pushed the
lamp stand against her victim as hard as she could,
feeling Sondra's convulsions transmitted through the
stem.

Sondra's thighs flexed uncontrollably, her bladder
contracted, spurting urine and causing sparks to
shower from her tortured crotch.

Finally her heart gave out, and she lay still half in,
half out of the duct, at the same time as the guards
loss of blood caused her to pass out.


Chapter IX
00:49

Liberty appeared by the pool as Oksana climbed out.

"It looks like you've been having fun, girls," she
said to her comrades as she surveyed the Rachel's
corpse and watched the water drain suddenly from the
pool.

"LUST agents," sneered Oksana. "We need to clear this
hotel of the vermin!"

At that point Liberty caught sight of a movement in
the bar above the pool. "Hedda!" she hissed. The
whiter than white Miss South Africa had never fooled
her. She could smell a racist a mile off, and Hedda
was as vicious a racist bitch as they come.

Oksana caught her eye. "Liberty, leave her. There's
work to be done!"

"She's one of them! I feel it. Just look at her!"

Oksana had to concede that she looked shifty. "Hedda,
come here!" she shouted.

When Hedda turned and ran like a frightened rabbit,
she knew Liberty's instincts had been right. "Very
well, check her out, but be careful!"

With catlike movements, Liberty climbed the stairs in
pursuit of Hedda. She was the leopard to Hedda's
antelope, and the antelope ran like the wind, driven
by naked fear.

There was nowhere to run, though. Hedda found herself
backed against the wall.

"Leave me alone, you nigger bitch!" she screamed
hysterically. "Get away from me, you. you ANIMAL!"

With a roar, Liberty leaped at her, biting hard into
Hedda's windpipe.

Hedda fell, eyes wild, as she kicked out hard at
Liberty. She was lucky, her foot catching the black
girl in the stomach and pushing her away.

The South African got to her feet and turn to run
again, but she was unbalanced, and Liberty, leaping
from the ground, sinking her teeth in the sensitive
flesh of the girls left inner thigh, and digging her
sharp nails, like claws, into her stomach.

"AAAAOOOWWW!"

Hedda fell to the floor, thrashing wildly, but this
time there was no escape. Liberty's claws tore at the
soft right breast, tearing the white swimsuit and
digging her nails deep into the yielding flesh. Then
she concentrated her attention on the white girls
crotch.

Hedda's agonised screams filled the pool area as
Liberty forced her legs apart and feasted on her
sensitive quim. Her hands beat futilely on the black
girls head, fingers pulling at the short crinkly hair,
but it was no use. Half mad with pain, all she could
do was scream with all the power her lungs could
muster, until she became exhausted. Only then did
Liberty lifte her head from the bloody crotch.

She grinned up at Hedda, blood staining her white
teeth, and then slowly manoeuvred her self until she
was face to face with her.

"So, you think I am an animal, do you?"

Hedda was past caring.

"Well, perhaps you're right, but at least I am honest
about it!"

With that she bit hard into Hedda's neck, her sharp
teeth ripping flesh until they found her jugular.

Blood spurted, staining the white swimsuit and Hedda's
white flesh, and Liberty drank until she could drink
no more. Then she stood over her victims body, and
emitted a primeval cry of victory, which could be
heard in the dance hall below.

****

Jess, lay stunned, the tidal wave from the pool,
having slammed her against the wall. Most of the
Beauty Queens had taken advantage of the confusion to
flee screaming from the hall, expensive outfits cling
wetly to expensive bodies. One of them tripped, her
feet snagged in Karines wet guts. She thrashed and
yelped in disgust, when she saw what had ensnared her.


As she shook the cobwebs from her head, Jess became
aware of Carolyn's concerned face.

"Jess, Jess, are you OK?"

Suddenly alert, Jess saw the situation. "You stupid
bitch! They're getting away!"

"But."

"Stop them! Stop them!"

Carolyn was about to comply, when she crumpled under
the impact of Kate's now useless camera. As she sank
to her knees, Kate grabbed a handful of her
strawberry hair, and slammed her against the wall,
driving the lens of the camera into her belly.

"Jenna, you get the other bitch!" she cried, driving
her knee into Carolyn's damp crotch.

Jenna, while confident that she could drink almost
anyone under the table, was not quite so comfortable
in the field of unarmed combat. She had struggled to
her feet as the water subsided, and was taking in the
chaos around her with a journalists eye. She was glad
of the fact that Kate's camera was now out of
commission, knowing that the dousing she had just
received would have done nothing for her looks.
Seeing Jess glaring at her from the floor, she aimed a
half-hearted kick at her midriff. Jess grabbed the
foot easily, and twisting it, sent Jen crashing back
on to the damp floor.

The next thing Jen knew, she was staring up at Jess,
who now sat astride her, edging her crotch up to her
face.

"Oh, I'd love a chance to convert you," said Jess,
smiling wickedly, "and I'll bet you'd like to feel my
fingers in your hot little pussy, wouldn't you!"

Once again, Jenna found herself facing the horrific
prospect of lesbian rape, but suddenly Jess's
expression changed. "Unfortunately there's no time,"
she said.

Jess was on her feet, yanking Jen up by her arm. "It
seems as if you're my insurance policy now," she said.

Kate was enjoying the humiliation of Carolyn who was
now all but out of it, and Jess made for the door,
with Jen's arm held painfully behind her back, pausing
only to draw her knife with her free hand and plunge
it into Kate's kidney.

Kate shrieked, and arched her back, buttocks flexing
as she fell onto the wet floor, thrashing like a
beached fish. Jen was horrified, but in too much pain
to do anything about it as Jess propelled her to the
door.

In the meantime, Kass pursued Emma, managing to pin
the terrorist to the floor, as she tried to escape.
She knew that the Beauty Contest was over, and that
now her lot lay with Oksana, if she was going to make
anything out of the situation. She had the better of
her opponent, and reaching for the front of her
bodysuit, ripped it open, exposing Emma's milky
breasts.

"Not bad!" breathed Kass. "I know several guys who'd
like to maul these with their big rough hands.
Perhaps I'll call them later!"

"Bitch! You'll die for this!" grunted Emma as she
tried her hardest to throw Kass from her. "I'll split
your tight cunt open with my biggest dildo!"

"Really!" said Kass, as she reached for one of Emma's
exposed globes, "then I'd better make sure I kill you
eventually, but first, a little fun!"

"Aaaaaah!" Emma howled as Kass, twisted the nipple
hard.

"Hey, can I have a go?" Roger was standing over the
two women, enjoying the sight of Kass's beautiful
exposed thighs, as she gained mastery over Emma, and
punished the poor girls breasts.

Kass looked up at him, and noticed the telltale bulge
in the front of his trousers. "Sure, why not?"

She smiled as she watched Roger rip the rest of the
bodysuit from Emma's well-muscled torso. Emma looked
up at the man with horror and disgust as he loosed his
penis, and the huge erect member flopped free.

****

Charlotte made her way through the air conditioning
conduit as quickly as she could, expecting at any
moment to feel one of the guards bullets rip into her
pussy and up through her vitals. She was on the edge
of panic as she heard them climb into the conduit
behind her, imagining herself writhing in her last
agony in the confined space of the small tunnel.

Ahead of her was a break in the bottom of the conduit.
Desperately, she crawled towards it.

"Hey! Stop!"

She was nearly there. She heard the crack of a pistol
and a bullet ricocheting off the walls.

"I said stop!"

She heaved herself into the downward pipe just as
another bullet whistled overhead. She breathed a sigh
of relief. Safe - for now.

Bracing her legs on the supports, she looked down.
Below her was a fan, and above that was another branch
in the conduit. If she could get to that, she should
be able to elude them a while longer.

Carefully, legs spread, she edged her way downwards.
Above her, she could hear the guard crawlibng towards
her. Panic began to rise.

Then she slipped.

With a shriek she plummeted downwards. Her feet
crashed through the mesh protecting the fan, and it
came loose from it's fittings. She was barely able to
cling on to the edge of the conduit.

The fan hung loose beside her by it's power cable.
She knew from it's whirring and the cold draft against
the back of her thighs, that it was still live.

Carefully, she turned her head to look over her
shoulder. By some miracle the fan was spinning
unprotected, without having touched the walls. As she
watched, however, she could see it turning ever so
slowly.

She broke out in a sweat. As soon as the blades of
the fan touched the walls, she knew it would start
tearing itself - and her - to pieces. Gathering all
her strength, she tried to pull herself up. It was no
use. Unless she used her legs to support her, she
simply didn't have the strength. If she did that, she
would probably touch the fan.

Even so, it was her only chance. Moving very
carefully, she moved her legs gently apart, and braced
them against the framework of the conduit once more.
She breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't touched the
fan.

But she was out of time.

At that moment, the spinning fan blade hit the metal
sides, and the whole mechanism spun out of control.
Charlotte screamed as he felt the spinning fan blades
rip into her exposed crotch, and lost her grip.

She should have fallen, but instead became entangled
in the fans mangled support and wiring. Hanging
upside down now, she felt the awful agony of the
unprotected blades ripping into her belly, the
electric motor straining as the blade hooked on her
pubic bone and actually started pulling her upwards.

The flimsy dress was not designed for such activities,
and her breasts hung free now, covered in the blood
and gore that cascaded from her hideous wounds. By
now, though, Charlotte was past caring about the
mechanics of the situation, or her modesty.

In the meantime, the guard had arrived at the top of
the conduit. She gasped at the horror unfolding below
her and fired down the tunnel.

The bullet ripped through Charlottes body. She
convulsed, and then went still.
.
****

"How has this happened?"

Helen was in trouble. When the TV broadcast had gone
out, her boss had come in to see what was going on.
Janice, a hatchet faced woman in her forties, who was
head of special operations, now stared at the mayhem
on the monitors. She could clearly see the trail of
death and destruction, and there were questions she
needed answers to.

"Helen, answer me!"

Helen, of course, had no answers.

"OK, hand me your gun. I'm placing you under arrest
pending enquiries."

Helen made a split second decision. She drew the gun
from it's holster. and fired.

Janice shrieked as the bullet burst her left breast,
and fell back under the momentum of the impact. She
stared up in horror as Helen advanced on her.

"No. please!"

Janice's body jerked as Helen pumped 6 more shots into
her body. Finally she squatted down and took Janice's
gun, placing her own in her bosses hand. Perhaps
they'll think it's suicide, she thought.

The die was cast. Now she had to throw herself on
Jess's mercy completely. She knew the operation had
failed, and she knew Jess would head for the roof,
where her chopper would pull her out. Helen's best
hope was to be on that chopper.

Stepping over Janice's corpse, she made for the
service elevator, and pressed the 'up' button.

****

Oksana and Svetlana abseiled through the smashed pool
into the hall below. Once down, Oksana took stock of
the destruction. Most of the contestants, she noted,
had fled to safety. Some remained, watching the drama
unfold with twisted curiosity. A few lay still on the
floor.

Oksana, noted that her new recruit, Kass, had
acquitted herself well, sitting astride one of the
LUST girls, who was naked and on all fours. While
Kass held her, forcing her head up, Roger was
thrusting his penis into her mouth.

"Mmmphgggle!" Emma struggled, trying to turn her face
aside.

"Bite, and I'll slice your tit off and force it down
your throat!" murmured Kass.

Roger groaned as his semen spurted into her mouth.

"Now swallow!" said Kass, gently massaging the girls
throat to force the reflex.

Oksana smiled, then turned away looking for Jess and
her remaining accomplices. All she could see, though,
was Carolyn struggling to her feet.

"Shit, she's gone!" muttered Oksana. "You see to her,
while I go and find her," she said to Svetlana.

"Will you be OK?" Svetlana replied.

"Sure. I expect she's headed for the roof. Bring
Kass along as soon as you've finished." With that,
Oksana moved off, and Svetlana took a moment to admire
her lithe form in its black swimsuit, before turning
her attention to Carolyn.

Carolyn sized up the situation. Kate's camera had
left her aching all over, but now she saw that with
Emma defeated, the odds were against her. Still, she
was happy to take out this Russian freak. She drew
her knife.

"Out of my way, unless you want this up your hairy
cunt!" said Carolyn.

Svetlana merely smiled and hitched up her skirt
revealing brief white knickers which failed to conceal
that her snatch was indeed pretty hairy. "Try if you
can!" she said.

As Carolyn lunged at her, she moved with deceptive
speed, huge breasts quivering as she whirled. Her
foot connected with Carolyn's knife arm sending it
whirling away. Carolyn backed away, fear showing on
her face.

Meanwhile Roger withdrew his penis from Emma's mouth,
a look of satisafaction on his face. Emma looked up
at him, her eyes dull, her mouth hanging open.

"How about the arse, now!" said Kass.

"Hey, give me a couple of minutes to recover!" said
Roger. "We men are not robots you know!"

"We don't have a couple of minutes," said Kass,
sounding disappointed. "Hey, I have an idea!"

One of the microphone stands which the DJ had been
using, had fallen close by. Kass grabbed the mike and
pulled it from the pole. The feedback screamed from
the wall speakers.. Then, reaching behind her, she
rammed it into Emma's cunt. Immediately the feedback
was replaced by the sounds of the inner workings of
Emma's reproductive system, supplemented by her
shocked scream.

"I guess we'd better kill the bitch now, then!" said
Kass casually as Emma writhed under her.

"Nooo!" cried Emma.

"Oh, there's no need for that. She won't last long
now," said Roger.

"Oh?"

Roger smiled. "I have a little secret," he said.
"You know Svetlana and I are lovers?"

Kass glanced over at the buxom Russian, and gasped in
amazement. A man like Roger could have any woman.
Why. her?

"Oh, yes," he continued. "I like it when she. takes
control."

"Really?" said Kass suspiciously.

"Yes. I especially like it when she makes me lie down
and then walks over me in her. stillettos."

"What? Those stillettos? But they have a deadly
poison in the heels."

"Yes, and for years now, I have been getting little
injections of it as she humiliates me. Non-lethal, of
course, and the pain of it increases my pleasure, too.
Of course, now I'm immune to it, and she doesn't have
to be quite as careful as she once was."

Emma, who had been listening, moaned, and clutched her
stomach. Kass looked at her in puzzlement.

"One of the side effects," continued Roger, "is that I
have the poison running through my blood stream."

Kass's eyes widened in understanding,

".exactly! I can only make love to a woman with a
condom, and that is burnt through unless we're quick!
As for a blow job." he glanced at Emma.

"So." Kass looked once more at Emma, who was writhing
on the ground, crying out in agony. Her back arched,
and her firm breasts quivered, the nipples rock hard.
"Its seems like I had a lucky escape then," she
murmured wistfully.

"Oh?" said Roger.

Emma's fingers tore at her breasts and her body, as
she rolled from side to side. Pink foam frothed at
her mouth.

"Oh, never mind," said Kass, who had been willing to
shag the socks off this man at the drop of a hat.

They watched Emma claw at her spurting sex, fascinated
by the nature of the woman's death throes. Her heels
began to thump the floor, and her body bucked and
twisted convulsively. Finally, she arched her back in
one final spasm, and fell back, eyes staring, body
shuddering as random nerve impulses had their effect.

While Emma died, her comrade, Carolyn, was faring
better. Although she'd lost her knife, Svetlana had
misjudged a kick to her groin, and Carolyn had been
able to twist her foot, pulling the shoe from it as
the girl lost her balance.

Svetlana's rump, thrust into the air as she tried to
rise, was too good a target for Carolyn. Deprived of
her knife, she took the shoe and rammed the heel hard
between Svetlana's buttocks. As Svetlana screamed,
realising that there was more to this than perverse
pleasure, Carolyn couldn't resist pulling the girl to
her, and driving her fingers into her damp sex.

"Now, it's my turn to have fun!" she said, "but your
turn will come!"

Svetlana shrieked, and one huge breasts burst free
from her white vest, as she struggled.

"My, my," said Carolyn, "we are a hot little number!"
She took the shoe and drove the heel into the huge
nipple, distorting the soft flesh. Svetalna screamed,
and clutched at Carloyn's hand. Little rivulets of
blood stained the vest as the heel tore into the
breast.

Carolyn herself, was getting more than a little
aroused at Svetlana's reactions. She pulled her
fingers from the flooding cunt, and sniffed them,
before manipulating her own crotch. Svetlana's
bucking beneath her only served to enhance her lust,
and before long, Carolyn's lust had tipped over the
edge.

Slowly, she became aware of the fact that Svetlana was
not moving. The staring eyes told the story.

"Wow!", she breatehd, "am I that good!?"

But now, Kass and Roger were aware of what was going
on. Emma lay dead at their feet, and Roger gasped in
horror as his lover lay prone on the floor.

Carolyn wasted no time. She dashed for the exit,
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