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THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH by Christopher Zisi
Chapter 1: Vendela Bjorlin Officer Vendela Bjorlin was arguably the most beautiful woman in Sweden. That was not so important at this moment. The sultry cop lay naked and bloodied in the snow. The blonde beauty did not feel beautiful now, rather she was humiliated and swollen. Blood poured from both her nostrils. Ugly bruises were appearing on her neck. Her extended Kubaton was shoved deep into her vagina. Vendela had wished the monster had finished her off. She coughed. Blood shot out of her mouth. Her ribs were a mess, probably broken. She was sure her lung was punctured by one of these ribs. Calling for help was not an option. The beauty patrolled Nikkala where the male population was very old-fashioned. If they found her in this bloody state, they would rape and humiliate her some more. The naked cop, laying on her front, began to regain her senses. Officer Bjorlin developed a short-term plan to get herself out of public display. At 5:00pm the shops and insane asylum would see their daytime employees pour onto the streets. Vendela did not want to be a spectacle for them. Step one would be difficult and very painful. Though her arms were not broken they were either dislocated or almost dislocated. Her right shoulder seemed to be slightly out of socket. Still laying on her front, the Swedish cop jerked to her right, forcing her naked and spray-tanned shoulder through the snow and into the ground. She heard a piercing crack as the shoulder moved back into socket. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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No matter, the citizens of Seskaro Island and Nikkala still referred to it as merely, “The Asylum.” The Asylum had rooms for 166 patients, with appropriate security. 10 psychiatrists, 22 psychologists, 30 nurses, and 4 interns staffed it. 64 orderlies doubled as security officers and armed Swedish army veterans were also hired to provide added security. The 166 patients currently at The Asylum were all mass murderers and quite delusional. Additionally, they were all heavily medicated for the safety of the staff. *** Inge Hammarstrom was tempted to rape Anna Olin, but priorities got in the way: “Not now, my slave, first we have business at The Asylum.” Anna Olin quickly put herself together. She slipped on Margot’s high-heeled leather boots. “I’ve always admired these boots, cunt!” Anna reveled in the opportunity to goad Margot, even if Margot had ceased breathing several minutes ago. “Let’s go In…. er… Inge!” Almost calling him Inga, Anna Olin was happy to be on Hammarstrom’s good side. “We’ll do your business, then we’ll fuck… er… you will rape me… violently… you have to punish me for all my past sins!” Anna was aroused by the prospect of being dominated by the lunatic hulk. “So, what is your business there, anyway.” She almost yawned while asking this question. “I seek the one they call… Wilhelmus Abraham Remmerswaal!” Inge Hammarstrom looked to the heavens as he recited this name. “Oh god no!!!! Not Remmerswaal!!! Please, not him!!! Anyone but him!!!” Anna Olin was horrified. She thought about running away. Sensing Anna Olin’s sudden fright, Inge Hammarstrom grabbed the blonde nursing intern. He threw her over his right shoulder and began walking out of the blood-spattered Sexig Krog: “You will help me and, then, I will rape you!” Inge threw in that last point to maintain Anna Olin’s loyalty… in reality, he would allow Remmerswaal to rape her first. Draped over the brute’s shoulder, Anna Olin was helplessly flailing. Inge slapped her buttocks with much force and headed with his sex package to the Bridge of Seskaro. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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Chapter 4: The Humiliation Continues The temperature had dropped to below zero. Vendela knew hypothermia could set in soon. Beaten and naked, the Swede picked herself up off the ground. She, then, forced open her eyelids. The policewoman’s vision was slowly coming back. Still not 5:00pm, the beauty had time to find some clothes before the hordes of Swedes poured onto the streets. Because of the pain in her groin, her steps were uneven and awkward. Still, she stumbled across the street to the first doors she spotted. Humiliated and broken, Officer Bjorlin burst through those doors. The policewoman turned damsel had no idea they lead into the Sexig Krog where a massacre had just occurred minutes before. Not in a position to do anything with any authority or to make out the blood and corpses inside the Sexig Krog Tavern, she screamed: “Everyone freeze, don’t move!” Half blind, and throbbing, Officer Bjorlin charged into the tavern: her right heel met a pool of blood from Nooma’s torso, her leg flew out from under her; she fell flat on her backside, hit the floor and her head smashed into an empty MARIESTAD beer bottle. Just before she lost consciousness again, Vendela caught site of the severed head of the former psychiatrist, Lars Andersson, staring at her with the goofiest expression she had ever seen. *** Ingmar and Alicia could not believe their fortune. The bartender and the waitress had just survived a massacre by hiding behind the bar in the Sexig Krog. The stupid bartender just cried like a baby while waiting for Inge Hammarstrom to find him. Alicia, clad in a white halter top displaying her impressive breasts, a tight leather black miniskirt, fishnets, and loud red stilettos also cried while waiting to be beheaded. Then, without explanation, the monster departed. Their fortune continued. The Tavern duo both got off the floor and came around from the back of the bar. That bitch-cop stormed in!
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Officer Bjorlin had shut them down several times in recent history for noise violations and serving liquor to minors. The slut in blue would not take bribes and she was ruining business. After yelling something, the bitch fell and was now unconscious and nude on the floor next to a pile of bloody corpses. Ingmar and Alicia looked at each other and smiled. They hurried over to their cop nemesis and dragged her over to the pool table. Alicia ran over to the front door and hung the “closed” sign outside. Ingmar found some rope and tied each of Officer Bjorlin’s four limbs into a corner pocket. The pathetic Swedish cop was now spread-eagle on the pool table. “Let’s wake her up!” Alicia was anxious to torture the bitch. “Hey, wait a second, what’s that?” Alicia noticed Officer Bjorlin’s Kubaton on the floor and retrieved it. The waitress and the bartender looked at each other and grew some devilish smiles on their faces. Ingmar slapped Officer Bjorlin several times on both cheeks: “Wake up bitch!” When that did not work, the sweaty and bearded Swede bent over Vendela, shoved his tongue deep into her mouth and began fondling both of her breasts. The sultry Swedish police officer, began to whimper and cry. “Hey bitch! Are you going to shut us down again?” Alicia spoke with anger; she estimated this cop had cost her a massive number of tips over the past few months. Vendela opened her eyes; her vision was 80% returned. She made out Alicia clearly and gasped. Alicia and Vendela had engaged in several catfights in the past, Vendela winning all of them. “Not so tough now, are you, cunt?!” Alicia was having fun. “Please!” Horrified, Vendela was crying profusely. “Please, let me go.” Alicia mocked her: “PLEASE! BOO HOO HOO!” The sadistic waitress waved the Kubaton in front of Vendela’s face. “Say hello bitch, someone wants to fuck you!” “No! Please!” Vendela’s cries were futile. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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Ingmar again fondled her breasts as Alicia brought the Kubaton down to Vendela’s groin. “I beg of you, no!” Alicia laughed. She began massaging the upper thighs and the outside of the cop’s vagina with the big metallic stick. “No!” Vendela knew what was coming. Alicia shoved the Kubaton into the cop’s vagina. “Don’t worry cunt, there’s probably a rape crisis number you can call!” The waitress withdrew the Kubaton and reinserted it twenty more times. The final time she left the device inside. “There, let this stew for a few moments, feel free to come, bitch!” In anger and desperation, Vendela writhed and struggled. Alicia went behind the bar to look for a steak knife: “Enjoy your new friend, cunt, I’m going to cut off your eyelids.” The police officer continued to struggle, while Ingmar was fondling her breasts. Then, for the first time this afternoon, good fortune smiled on Officer Vendela Bjorlin: she freed her right hand. Alicia now returned to the pool table with a dirty steak knife. Vendela reached into her groin and pulled out her Kubaton. The motion was succinct and deadly; the Swedish cop plunged the end of the Kubaton into and past Ingmar’s right eye and into his brain. The bartender died immediately. Not fully comprehending what had just happened, Alicia never saw the Kubaton, pulled out of Ingmar’s head, enter her mouth and travel down her throat. Vendela swung the Kubaton with great force; it acted as a lever in breaking Alicia’s neck. Vendela, still strapped to the pool table, finally victorious, looked up at the heavens, and screamed: “I am Officer Vendela Bjorlin!”
Chapter 5: The Gift The trek across the bridge was easy for Inge Hammarstrom. Even with Anna Olin draped over his shoulder; the hulking fiend crossed onto Seskaro Island in less than 15 minutes. He was quite the curiosity to motorists driving off the island, but no one stopped. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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The lunatic grabbed Mats’ head with both hands and twisted it all the way around. He, then, picked up Mats’ corpse and laid it on the desk in front of Izabella’s corpse. “Call her now!” Anna obeyed, picked up Izabella’s telephone, punched in four numbers: “Yes, nurse’s station? Send Josephine down, her ride is here.” Anna wondered if the threesome would occur here at the reception area, not that it mattered. Anna looked at Inge and motioned to the double doors just to their left: “She’ll be getting off that elevator!” A few seconds later a ding signaled the elevator had arrived at the reception area. Three nurses got off, all beauties… but only Josephine wore white. They were talking about the size of man organs and giggling. Inge was repulsed. The nurses never noticed; Hammarstrom raised his crossbow and fired twice. Johanna Morck, a stunning blonde in green scrubs took a projectile between her eyes and fell immediately. Uta Hagen, a stunning redhead, also in green scrubs, took a projectile through her sternum. Uta ended up pinned on the wall beside the elevator doors. Josephine screamed in horror. She was indeed beautiful, and she wore white! The long blonde hair almost extended to the small of her back. Her nipples protruded slightly through her slightly tight uniform. The nurse’s uniform was white except for a thin hot-pink belt that served to highlight the beauty’s figure. The skirt came down just above the knee and the nude pantyhose highlighted her magnificent calves. Josephine still was unaware of the beast’s presence in reception. Screaming, she made eye contact with Uta, who was very much alive, albeit pinned to the wall with a sharp projectile. “Help me!” Uta’s beauty fled; a flow of blood leaked out of her mouth as she beckoned to Josephine. Josephine let out a primal scream, but that was short lived. Inge Hammarstom was through playing around. He picked up Anna. Josephine, his next conquest, thought he was going to body slam her. She screamed. The lunatic threw Anna with great force at Josephine. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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The force of the impact drove Josephine back into the elevator and crashing hard into its back wall. Anna Olin was unscathed as Josephine’s body shielded her from any destructive impact. The monster followed the two beauties onto the elevator, picked up Anna by the throat and lifted her two feet off the ground. “Take us to Remmerswaal now or die!” The command was an animalistic growl. The lunatic let go of the nursing intern. Anna found her access badge tucked up her stockings. She scanned an invisible box beside the keypad, and it lit up. Anna was aroused. The intern figured this was a prelude to her rape and torture and perhaps violent threesome to include Josephine. She pushed the button for SUBLEVEL 4. The elevator would take 90 seconds to reach SUBLEVEL 4. Inge needed to address his new conquest. He knelt on one knee and picked the beautiful nurse in white up with both hands, twirled her around and shoved her down on his right knee. Josephine was folded over Inge’s knee. She didn’t comprehend what the monster screamed at her: “He was going to soil you! Are you a whore?! Do you want to be a whore your whole life?!” Inge did not know Josephine wasn’t comprehending that he was talking about Mats, the dead biker in reception. Inge spanked Josephine hard a dozen times. She squealed. He, then, reached up under Josephine’s uniform, and pulled it up. Next, he pulled down her nude pantyhose: “What’s this! You, whore! I will punish you and you will like it!” Inge Hammarstrom gave a yank and came away with a lacy red satin thong. Josephine yelped as the thong was ripped from her. “Just wait, I will purify you!” Josephine was beginning to understand that torture, rape, and probably dissection was in her immediate future. She cried. A ding revealed the arrival at SUBLEVEL 4. Anna Olin was now so wet with anticipation; her moans signaled a fast-coming orgasm.
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The doors slid open. The lunatic grabbed Anna and Josephine by their hair, then, dragged them off the elevator. Both ladies screamed, one in horror, one in orgasm. Two orderlies, Sven and Petr watched the hulking beast throw the two beauties against a wall. After unslinging his crossbow, Inge fired two projectiles. Sven took his projectile through the heart and Petr took his through his right ear… both died immediately. Josephine’s screams were now silent as fright had played havoc with her vocal cords. The beast looked down the hall. 10 cells were visible, numbered one through 10. Anna was beginning to think that Inge was going to give Josephine to Remmerswaal. “Poor bitch,” she muttered. Anna thought Remmerswaal would probably rape and eat her. “What cell is Remmerswaal in?” howled Inge. “Nine! He’s in nine! But he hasn’t…” Anna did not finish her sentence. She was silenced by Inge’s backhand slap. She was about to say that Remmerswaal had not been sedated this evening. Her and Margot were so eager to meet Lars for drinks, the late afternoon Thorazine injections did not occur. Both beauties now lay at Hammarstrom’s feet. Again, he grabbed them by their hair and dragged them down the tile hallway to a heavy metal door. There was a keypad to the right of the door and a black #9 was stenciled above it. “I am here Wilhelmus Abraham Remmerswaal! I have a gift for you!” The two beauties knew the unspeakable horror that waited on the other side of the door. Each prayed Inge would not make them open it. An inhuman wail erupted from behind the door. The two beauties cupped their ears and cried.
Chapter 6: Remmerswaal Dr. Wilhemus Abraham Remmerswaal… the world’s premier geneticist. The year was 1980 and the smartest man in the world had already begun his journey into madness. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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The Netherlands boasted of the genius scientist who was working to cure all disease. Now, every institution in the small European nation was scheming on how to get rid of him. Rumors of human experimentation in Dr. Remmerswaal’s laboratory were confirmed. The hideous results of those experiments slithered their way through the halls of the Universiteit Van Amsterdam Medical College. The ghastly byproducts of Dr. Remmerswaal’s experiments raped the provost’s very pretty secretary before eating her. Because the provost, an old cantankerous grouch, was having an affair with the 25-yearold secretary, he ordered the firing of the mad doctor. The eccentric and wealthy Dr. Remmerswaal continued his experiments in his Noordwijk mansion. The results of those experiments are still not known but the mad doctor published a 2300-page volume detailing his laboratory achievements. The tome was entitled Mutants Are Our Friends. No one read it. By 1982, every copy printed was collected by a mysterious world conglomeration of mysterious medical corporations. Infuriated that no one showed any interest in his passion and discoveries, Dr. Remmerswaal, ahead of his time in branding, put the exact same information out in a comic book. The 56-page, full color, comic was entitled Mutant Man. Only school children read it, and they loved it. Little grade school boys all over Holland were so inspired that they began stealing used condoms and used feminine napkins from their parent’s bathroom trash cans. This period in Holland’s history is forbidden to be talked about, however many believe this phenomenon was causally related to the disappearance of three dozen schoolgirls in that small country. The authorities in The Netherlands did not want Dr. Remmerswaal’s experiments to get out of control. In the middle of a winter’s night in 1983, the mad doctor was snatched from his seaside mansion. The mad geneticist was then delivered to a remote Swedish insane asylum. Since 1983, The Netherlands has paid the government of Sweden over 2 million Swiss Francs per year to keep Dr. Remmerswaal locked up.
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No one missed Dr. Remmerswaal and pretty university women could traipse through the hallowed halls of the university again without fear of being impregnated by an experiment. An unwritten rule was known by everyone… never mention Remmerswaal… ever. The mad doctor did have one admirer. In 1980, when Mutant Man hit the shelves, 16-yearold Inge Hammarstrom spent all his allowance and purchased it. The pimply faced giant of a teenager read it 250 times. The not-so-brilliant boy soon had it memorized. Inge Hammarstrom, who did not have the grades to even consider higher education, built a mini laboratory in his bedroom closet. One by one he kidnapped each member of the female synchronized swimming team at his high school. He used each soon-to-be nubile swimmer in his experiments… with his own semen, of course. The experiments yielded mixed results but what became of the beautiful swimmers is still a mystery. Soon, the aforementioned world conglomeration came for the Mutant Man comic books and was able to collect all but one of them. Inge Hammarstrom, of course, possessed the last one. Decades into the future, fate was about to play a horrific card. As dinner time approached at this macabre asylum in rural Sweden, an evil being locked in Cell #9 smelled two nubile wombs on the outside of his door. Finally, Remmerswaal thought, his experiments would continue.
Chapter 7: Vendela Reborn The humiliated and bloodied Swedish cop sat on the floor behind the bar at the Sexig Krog. She had heaped a bucket of ice on her groin. This helped the pain and throbbing, so she did the same to her face. Still naked and crying, Vendela was determined to be beautiful again. First, she was raped by a monster and, then, by citizens she had sworn to protect. Two of the three were dead and rotting, and the third would be soon. This, she promised herself. After murdering the monster, she would check into a spa for another spray tan and cleavage buff. Life’s little pleasures. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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A wiry octogenarian with gray hair hanging down to his buttocks, naked, and erect, drooled over her. “You’ll do… I need another womb for my experiment… you will birth a new species… a species immune to all diseases… stronger than any living thing… you will mother a new breed of human!” “Whatever, you, fucking lunatic!” Vendela had discarded her leadership and communication training. Her adversarial tone was contradictory to the mandatory Jim Mitchell Leadership and Communication Training that was mandated to all Swedish law enforcement. Her adversarial tone also signaled her willingness to use nontraditional means in order to combat the mentally unbalanced offender. Being mentally unbalanced, Remmerswaal did not take kindly to sass. He grabbed both of the nude and slimy cop’s ankles and dragged her into the corridor. “All right friends!” Remmerswaal had everyone’s attention… even the four semen-soaked babes on the floor. He motioned to Josephine and Vendela, “Tie these two, the hooker and the nurse, to gurneys and make sure their legs are spread far apart, I need to get at their groins. The other three, keep raping them, I need them filled to the brim with your love juices! Now!” “Wait!” Remmerswaal had just noticed the corpse of Waldo in the elevator. The former maniac had a knife sticking through his eye. Remmerswaal, still grabbing Vendela’s two ankles, spread her legs and delivered a vicious kick to her groin. Vendela moaned. “Inge! Get over here!” The monster came over: “Hey, she’s a cop!” Inge Hammarstrom sneered at Vendela and she sneered back. Remmerswaal either howled or laughed, Vendela was not quite sure which. “A cop!? Oh, this is perfect!” The mad scientist and former resident of Cell #9 looked incredibly pleased. “My friend… er… what’s your name again?” “I am Inge Hammarstrom!” Inge was all too happy to deliver this line again. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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“Is she coming to?” The sweet voice asked the brilliant surgeon. “I think so, but she’ll be very weak.” Dr. Petelius was genuinely concerned about this patient. She was beautiful and had obviously been through a nightmare. “The infection has been beaten back and her temperature is almost normal. Still, go easy on her.” The beautiful brunette took a chair next to the bed, “Can you hear me, sweetie?” Vendela Bjorlin tried to open her eyes. Slowly her lids raised. Now her beautiful blues were visible. “Awww, your eyes are stunning. Do you know your name?” The brunette vixen clad in a tight stretch vinyl catsuit had a comforting voice. Vendela, the bedridden cop, was comforted by her. She tried to say something but only a scratchy rasp came out of her mouth. “Ooooh here,” the mysterious beauty raised a cup of water with a bendable straw to Vendela’s lips. “Slowly… slowly… that’s it.” Vendela followed instructions well. She sipped the water which felt so good as it traveled down her throat. “Now, does that feel better?” Vendela’s eyes were beginning to focus. The cop, then, saw a beautiful woman with the warmest of smiles peering down at her. “You’re not a nurse?” Vendela was confused and still not fully aware of her surroundings. “Mercy, no!” The vinyl clad vixen laughed. “Here, take another sip or two, real slow, my sweet.” The vixen was gentle. “I’m Vendela Bjorlin.” Vendela’s voice was weak, but slowly coming back to normal. The vixen gave her a sad look, “Yes, I thought so. You’re the cop… from Sweden.” The vixen put the cup of water on a bedside stand and leaned in. She squeezed the top of Vendela’s right arm, “Everything’s going to be fine.” “Who are you, and where am I?” Memories began cascading back. With no warning a stream of tears flooded out of Vendela’s eyes. “Oh, my sweet! Yes, let it all out, you have been through so much. That’s okay.”
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The vixen slid onto the bed and embraced Vendela who continued sobbing. Several minutes later the vixen asked, “I can give you some valium?” “No… no.” Vendela was confused. This beautiful vixen was not a nurse and she could tell she was not in a hospital. “I have to help Josephine… please, I have to go find Josephine! They’ll kill her!” “I know, I know. First you need to get well.” Tears welled up in the vixen’s eyes. She could not imagine the horror that Vendela had just survived. Vendela picked up on the vixen’s tears, “but… who are you?” The vixen in vinyl slid back down in the chair, “You mind?” She picked up the cup of water and Vendela nodded. The mysterious woman, then, took a few sips from the same straw Vendela had just sipped on. “Oh, that’s good! My name is Kyra and you are on my yacht, The Sea Vixen.” Vendela could feel her strength returning. “You were left for dead at a petrol station in Kemi just off Highway 8. That is where I found you. You were alone and your pulse was barely detectable. I am guessing the fiends who took you believed you were dead.” “Dr. Joonas Petelius is a fine surgeon so I brought you back to my ship so he could save you. You had massive internal hemorrhaging, a bad infection, a concussion, several cracked ribs… and…” Kyra began crying, “…I’m so sorry, my sweet… injuries consistent with being gang… er… sexually assaulted.” Kyra lost it. Her sobs prevented her from going any further. “I am so sorry. It must have been horrible.” Vendela reached out her right hand and placed it over Kyra’s left hand: “It’s okay, you saved me, I’ll be fine.” The two beauties smiled at each other. Kyra looked at Vendela sadly. She decided to lighten the moment: “Hey, whattya say you hurry and get well… I know a couple of hunks at the marina, we’ll get shitfaced and screw their brains out!” Both ladies now cried with laughter. 30 seconds later, Vendela’s sedative took hold.
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Chapter 14: Nurse Moa Helin Moa Helin was beautiful. The 28-year old nurse at Oulu University Hospital was a bit old fashioned… at least in wardrobe. She eschewed the green scrubs in favor of a white nurse’s uniform, white hose, and white shiny shoes. Her traditional nurse’s hat and hairpins held up her long light brown hair. Her shift was now over, and she needed to rush to a photographer. Off duty, Moa Helin was a pin-up model… and part time bikini and lingerie model. Moa pulled her purse from her locker next to the nurse’s lounge. The sultry nurse hurried out the rear exit which led to the employee parking lot. Moa had no reason to fear as the lot was guarded by a security guy stationed in a shack at the lot’s entrance. However, on this particular evening, the guard lay dead on the floor of the shack with an arrow through his neck. Moa fumbled in her purse for her car keys. She never saw the huge hand which grabbed her by the neck. The hand hurled her over three cars and into the side of an ambulance. Moa was stunned. She never thought to scream. “I am Inge Hammarstrom!”
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Moa looked up at a huge monster draped in bearskins. The thing pointed a crossbow at her: “If you want to live, take your clothes off!” The nurse/pin-up model did not comprehend the monster’s orders and screamed. Hammarstrom slung his crossbow over his shoulder again. The hulking lunatic reached down and picked Moa up by the neck: “You will repent!” Moa gasped for air. The brute knelt on one knee and slung her over his right knee: “Repent!” The monster spanked Moa in the rear a dozen times. She kept screaming, this time in pain. Hammarstrom pulled up her nurse’s uniform, up to her waste and pulled down her white pantyhose, revealing a shiny blue thong. “Sinner!” Hammarstrom pulled the thong off with a great rip. Moa moaned. The lunatic shoved the torn thong into her face and taunted her: “You whore! You’re not a nurse, you’re a dirty whore!” The brute shoved the remains of the thong into Moa’s mouth. Moa was now paralyzed with fright. Hammarstrom laid her on the cold ground next to the ambulance. He quickly took off Moa’s uniform, bra, shoes, and pantyhose. Moa prayed she would lose conscious; she knew what was coming. The big lunatic flipped off his bearskins and forced his way between Moa’s thighs. Moa, spitting out her thong, finally was able to speak: “Please no! It won’t fit!” Hammarstrom ignored her. He shoved his entire man organ into Moa. Moa screamed and finally lost conscious. The monster lunatic kept thrusting his penis into Moa for another five minutes before withdrawing. Still quite erect, he rolled the limp Moa onto her front. A vicious anal rape ensued over the next five minutes. When he again withdrew, he arose, collected the uniform, and spat at the naked nurse: “Whore!” Moa Helin would die a half hour later, naked, in the employee parking lot. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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While Hammarstrom was owning Minttu, Remmerswaal walked into Minttu’s guard shack. He secured a ball gag, some rope, and a cannister of whipped cream. Minttu was very much alive and at the mercy of the lunatic that was now groping her inert body. The lunatic stopped when his master called from inside the shack: “Hey… er… whatever your name is, we’ll tie her to the front of the van, it needs a hood ornament, anyway.” Minttu would soon regain conscious but not before a ball gag was inserted in her mouth. The guard’s booted legs were secured with rope to the front bumper. Her two arms were secured by rope (which traveled over the roof of the van) all the way to the rear fender. “Russia! Here we come!” Remmerswaal was ecstatic.
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Vendela looked down and saw Kyra’s index finger pointing to a border town named Nuijamaa. Vendela was still in disbelief: “What if you’re wrong… this all seems far-fetched.” Kyra again nodded to Joonas: “We’re not wrong, unfortunately. A half hour ago we intercepted a radio broadcast about some trouble at Nuijamaa. A female Finnish border guard and a female Russian border guard are missing.” The cop in Vendela was coming out: “A radio broadcast? Like the evening news… or the police?” Kyra and Joonas looked at each other and this time Kyra spoke: “No, someone else.” Vendela was terrific at the obvious question: “Who?” Kyra ran her long fingers through Vendela’s blonde hair: “Oh my love… you don’t want to know.” Vendela heard a helicopter: “Is that for us?” “Yes, my sweet, it’s time. Please, Vendela, one last time I beg you to stay here.” Kyra knew what Vendela’s answer would be. “Hey! Someone has to watch out for you!” Vendela gave Kyra a big smile. She turned to say good-bye to Joonas. The blonde vixen was shocked to see him crying like a baby. Joonas cracked voice addressed Kyra: “Please my love, be careful… I can’t go on without you.” Kyra bolted toward the doctor and embraced him. “Soon, my love. I’ll be back. Then, we’ll be married. Unless Remmerswaal dies, we’ll never be able to get married.” Kyra tenderly wiped the tears off Joonas’ face. Vendela thought about asking what Remmerswaal’s death had to do with their wedding date, but decided silence was best now. The two catsuited babes headed on deck. The helipad was toward the rear of The Sea Vixen. Kyra held Vendela’s hand and guided her onto a small black helicopter. Vendela almost cried as she saw Kyra and Joonas embracing each other. When Kyra hopped onto the helicopter an unseen pilot lifted off. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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“We’re going to Russia. Russia doesn’t want us there. Remmerswaal will kill us if he finds us before we find him. To make matters worse… those aren’t our biggest problems.” Kyra looked confident. “Ummm…” Vendela wasn’t sure she heard Kyra correctly, “… Well… then what is our biggest problem?” Kyra put her right arm around Vendela as the helicopter lifted and jutted eastward: “The Conglomeration.”
Chapter 18: The Russian Border A half hour before a mysterious helicopter lifted off a mysterious yacht in the Gulf of Bothnia, Irina Golokov was contemplating vicious role playing. Like her counterpart on the Finnish side of the border, she was solo on the midnight shift. The Russian side of the border, at this hour, was as boring as the Finnish side. Irina was preparing to walk out of her shack to meet Minttu at the border. The two had become great friends. Minttu’s desire to explore her own sexuality fit right into Irina’s desire to practice vicious BDSM. Underneath her uniform, Irina was clad in a black leather BDSM suit. The luscious Russian border guard began breathing heavy. She pushed away her chair from the desk. She thought about Minttu in Finland and fantasized about slapping her Finnish counterpart. Irina’s right hand traveled to her groin; she began rubbing gently. In a few minutes, she would walk outside to meet her Finnish submissive. Irina threw off her hat and long, curly, blonde hair fell past her shoulders. The Russian dominatrix was not concerned about professionalism. Her sparkly purple lipstick and eyeshadow signaled deviance. While rubbing her groin harder, Irina moaned: “Oh Minttu! I’m going to piss in your face! Bark like a dog!” The fantasy being played out in Irina’s mind was a good one. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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“Shit!” Irina hated interruptions. A van was approaching from the Finnish side of the border. “No one wants me to come to orgasm today!” The annoyed Russian vixen shot up out of her chair and walked outside. Her spirits lifted slightly as she saw a van approaching. Maybe it was that Russian football team. Irina hoped so. She would not let them pass until they gang-raped her. The van drew closer. Irina gasped; the van stopped five meters in front of her: “Minttu! No!” Her darling Finnish sex toy was tied to the front of the van. Frozen for just a moment, the Russian finally let out a scream. Too late. An unseen monster had snuck behind her and grabbed her by the flowing blonde hair. The monster’s other hand reached into Irina’s groin. The beast, then, hurled Irina over his head and sent her flying, lengthwise, over the van. Irina landed a few meters past the rear of the New Horizons van. She was conscious but in intense pain. Her left shoulder was screaming. She had landed on it. Very much aware, Irina saw the two rear doors of the van open. A trashy blonde wearing a full-length leather coat and a babe wearing red FREDERICK’S OF HOLLYWOOD undergarments stormed out. The two beauties pounced on top of the owned border guard. What irony! The only words that came to Irina’s mind were from her favorite role-playing fantasy: “No please! I beg you! I’ll do anything… just don’t kill me.” Anna and Tuva laughed maniacally. Tuva slapped her prey. “Minttu!” Irina knew Minttu was not going to answer. Anna licked Irina’s face. “Get off me you whore!” The Russian babe knew these two were going to kill her. Anna kept licking the face of the incapacitated border babe. Irina cried and this served to turn-on Anna and Tuva even more. “Your face needs something,” Anna was taunting her prey. “Tuva! Help me out!” Clad in her red shiny panties and bra, the nursing intern was eager to help the other nursing intern. Tuva brought a can of whipped cream to within a few centimeters of Irina’s face.
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Despite two years in Holland’s army, Vendela Bjorlin never fired a rocket launcher. She had watched a lot of movies and vividly remembered Chuck Norris firing one in Invasion
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Anna Olin disintegrated in a spray of red and Inge was still looking to the heavens. By the time the lunatic gazed back down to earth, Anna Olin was gone. A normal man would have been curious at this unfolding of events. The lunatic believed the gods saved him from having to endure sex with an annoying intern. Thinking nothing more of Anna Olin, Inge scooped up Kyra and continued striding into the prison. Vendela was awestruck. “Holy shit!” Mildly disappointed she hit the wrong target, the cop was the eternal optimist. Sure, her rapist still lived… but that annoying intern was vaporized.
Chapter 25: Tuva Tuva Weivers was unaware at Anna Olin’s sad fate. The other nursing intern, clad in shiny red undergarments, patrolled East Cell Block, Level 2. The nymphomaniac was feeling frisky; her buddy had leant her the long leather coat. Anna had taken it off that cop… who had taken it from the Sexig Krog. The leather overcoat over her undies made her feel like Ilsa, the She Wolf… Tuva wore it with pride as she neared East 202. The intern made a mental note to find some black boots and a whip. East 202 was the only cell that was locked. The other prisoners were either strung up or too scared to move… or both. Josephine was being preserved by the master. Tuva strode in front of her cell. Josephine, in her new nurse’s uniform was backed against the far wall. Tuva loved the role reversal. Up until a few days ago, Nurse Josephine was giving the orders. Now, Tuva looked at the frightened nurse and sneered. She loved taunting this prisoner: “You fucking slut! I should make you crawl over to me and lick my toes.” Josephine began crying. “No please, please don’t!” She was whimpering. “Pathetic! You’re a cunt!” Tuva was imagining herself as Ilsa, the She Wolf, again. Still, Josephine was a babe. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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A spray of silver stringy stuff shot down from above and a shiny black monstrosity dropped down on top of the leaking, former nurse intern. An eight-legged monster with a scorpion’s tail mounted Tuva and scooped her up. The thing, grabbing Tuva’s corpse, then shot up into the air toward the ceiling of the five-story cellblock. The thing was so horrible, Josephine could not bring herself to walk over to the bars and look up. Not realizing she was talking out loud, the sultry nurse remarked: “Shit! I need to get back to church!” Before peeling her eyes off the spot on the floor where Tuva was lying, Josephine saw a shiny pair of black FREDERICK’S OF HOLLYWOOD panties. She recognized the garment and in disbelief said: “Margreth!?!”
Chapter 26: The New Prisoner “Owwww!” Kyra screamed. She had regained conscious just before the lunatic plopped her down on a cold cement floor. She opened her eyes and saw an elongated penis of an octogenarian: “Shit, not again!” Remmerswaal was impressed. Babes in tight black catsuits had quite an effect on his always aroused man organ. Kyra knew what was coming. Her throbbing body and internal bleeding made resistance futile. The mad geneticist unzipped the catsuit and peeled it off the sultry assassin. Her lacy undergarments were next; Remmerswaal flipped Kyra over onto her front before sliding them off. The blood oozing from the assassin’s anus and crotch turned the fiend on even more. “No! Ohhhhhh no!!!!!!” Kyra’s protestations were silenced as the old smelly penis penetrated her anus. Determined not to black out, the assassin could only wait and endure. For several seconds, the long man organ traveled upward into her. Remmerswaal howled. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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His hands grabbed the assassin’s hair and his organ penetrated deep into her rear. Then, Remmerswaal pulled back the assassin’s head and slammed it, face first into the cement floor. Kyra refused to pass out. “You’re a fucking cunt!” Remmerswaal was always the wordsmith. “Sinner!” He was also a Puritan at heart. He quickly withdrew. The withdrawal was just as painful to Kyra as the penetration. Kyra felt a stream of her blood pouring out of her anus. The mad geneticist rolled her over. She was now lying on her back. The madman spread her legs and pounced. Numbness had set in. The old smelly penis traveled into the assassin’s vagina but there was no pain. Kyra showed no emotion. Remmerswaal thrust his pelvis forward dozens of times. “I’m going to fucking kill you!” Kyra was insistent about this statement. The mad geneticist waited until he withdrew to respond to his new prisoner. “Kill me!?” He laughed maniacally. “You’ll feel differently when you become half insect.” Remmerswaal was sincere. He had used too much Benzelene solution on Margreth. As a result, Margreth was now 90% spider. With Kyra, he would be more careful… he wanted a 50% human, 50% arachnid. Kyra thought about Vendela. Was she dead? If the Swedish cop were dead, Kyra knew Remmerswaal would succeed in turning her into a bug. Her only hope, so she thought, was Vendela. Remmerswaal was groping Kyra. His long thin fingers caressed the broken assassin’s torso. Carefully he slid her undies back on, then, he zippered up the her catsuit and groped the assassin through the sheen stretch vinyl. Kyra finally passed out. The maniacally merciful Remmerswaal was not totally evil. He looked at Hammarstrom: “Ahhh… you… what did you say your name was, again?” “I am Inge Hammarstrom!” the hulking lunatic was always proud to identify himself. His booming voice echoed through the East Cell Block building. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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“Right! Hammarstrom! I knew that.” Remmerswaal rarely remembered the names of humans who did not have breasts and vaginas. “Yes, we need this one alive. Bring her to the nurse. The nurse in white… the other one is a spider now.” Hammarstrom was confused by the spider and bug talk, but he knew enough not to question the author of Mutant Man. 25 meters above Remmerswaal, Hammarstrom, and Kyra, Margreth was busy. Her legs held onto the ceiling. The former nurse, now monstrosity, hung Tuva’s corpse on a steal beam. Her scorpion tail type appendage penetrated the web cocoon she had made to hold Tuva. The tail also acted like a straw which drained Tuva’s blood. The blood tasted so good. The former Margreth needed more calories and craved more. The former nurse also craved warmer blood, from a living human. Hammarstrom scooped up the broken assassin. Before he arrived at the staircase to the second level cells, Remmerswaal gave him one more order. Already forgetting Hammarstrom’s name, Remmerswaal charged the lunatic: “Oh, on your way back down, bring me a border guard!” Hammarstrom grunted approvingly. “For good measure, my friend, fill her up with some more of your lovely juices.” Hammarstrom’s gesture of approval was a vicious hard slap to Kyra’s buttocks as she was slung over his shoulder. The echoing slap startled Josephine. Fear crept back into the angel in white. The slapping sound was distinct. Josephine knew, from many S&M episodes with Mats and his friends, that someone’s buttocks had just been hit. This could only mean one thing… another prisoner was on the way.
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In fact, her temper often led to homicide and torture. Therefore, The Conglomeration hired her. In her former life she was Stockholm’s most feared and vicious madam. The mysterious Conglomeration needed killers. People and government officials who asked too many questions needed to be… eliminated. Never in her adult life had the 35-year-old Xanadu Carpathia been embarrassed. This changed a few hours ago. Her lover and boy toy, Michael Steele sent her a communication that both Kyra and Vendela Bjorlin had been “eliminated.” This was no surprise. Michael Steele never failed in his mission. Killing two sluts was an easy assignment for him. The Swedish madam sent a telegram to The Conglomeration (properly known as the EuroAsian Bio-Medical Cooperative). TO SANDERS LEVINE, CEO EURO-ASIAN BIO-MEDICAL COOPERATIVE, HELSINKI FINLAND OUR OPERATIVE HAS ELIMINATED TWO FEMALE TARGETS STOP I’M NOT WEARING UNDERWEAR STOP FROM XANADU CARPATHIA, HUMAN RESOURCES DEPARTMENT, BOTHNIA IMPORT EXPORT STOCKHOLM SWEDEN Michael Steele’s success aroused Xanadu. Her telegram was also an attempt to get Sanders Levine to fly to Stockholm for some vicious and deviant sex. Dressed in a tight black leather business suit, Xanadu was notified by text that her telegram had been delivered. She estimated that Sanders would be in her office in three hours. The CEO of The Conglomeration was very frisky. This news was bound to excite him. Three hours was a long time. Xanadu could not wait. She was about to summon her boy toy assistant, Garth Mullins, when he stormed into her office without knocking. Garth was a 24-year-old rugby player from Perth, Australia. A knee injury ended his career but because he had a big penis, Xanadu hired him as her personal assistant. Garth had important news… Xanadu could not wait. She sprung at him.
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He tried to talk but she shoved her tongue deep into his throat. Her hands worked hard to rip his clothes off and massage his man organ. Xanadu finished with Garth 45 minutes later. Both, laying on Xanadu’s office floor, were naked and sweaty. Xanadu lit a VIRGINIA SLIM. Suddenly Garth sat up: “Oh no!” He remembered the news he had for his sultry boss. “Michael Steele’s dead… some Swedish woman killed him!” With the mood ruined, Xanadu was forced to send another telegram to Sanders. TO SANDERS LEVINE, CEO EURO-ASIAN BIO-MEDICAL COOPERATIVE, HELSINKI FINLAND NEVER MIND STOP FROM XANADU CARPATHIA, HUMAN RESOURCES DEPARTMENT, BOTHNIA IMPORT EXPORT STOCKHOLM SWEDEN After Garth explained the entire radio transmission from the Swedish cop, Xanadu slit his throat. Now naked, sweaty, and with Garth’s blood dripping down her torso, Xanadu plotted. She would get to Saint Petersburg, kill the Swedish cunt and Kyra, if she were still alive, recover Remmerswaal, and return the geneticist to The Conglomeration headquarters in Helsinki. Either way, Kyra would be no more. Xanadu hated Kyra. Sanders once mentioned to the Human Resources manager that Kyra had the best body in Europe. At that moment, Xanadu made up her mind that Kyra would die horribly, and soon. When Kyra left The Conglomeration with that Joonas hunk, the hunt was on. No one left The Conglomeration and lived. It only took Xanadu Carpathia 20 minutes to identify Vendela. Voice recognition technology was the key. Xanadu drooled over pictures of the Swedish cop and altered her plan slightly. She would still make sure Kyra was dead. She would still recover Remmerswaal. She would still deliver Remmerswaal to the Helsinki headquarters. The only change… she would capture Vendela and keep her prisoner. Xanadu wanted to do more than kill the cunt who killed her boy toy. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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Because of her ability to get near her prey, usually in sexual passion, a dagger was all she needed. She would be headed back to Stockholm in an hour. This evening, she would have S&M sex with Sanders. “If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself!” Xanadu Carpathia had uttered these words many times. Knowing Remmerswaal was holed up in the abandoned prison, she strutted down the walkway toward the large front doors. When she was within five meters of the front doors, they exploded open. A huge insect-like thing shot out at her. The force of the insect-thing against Xanadu’s chest knocked her flat on her back. Xanadu’s dagger went flying backward. The insect-like thing, which had the head of a beautiful Finnish woman, pounced on top of Xanadu. An appendage sliced at the Human Resources manager’s catsuit. The royal blue garment was in shreds. Another appendage slid into Xanadu’s mouth and began secreting oozy green slime into it. Even another appendage shot into Xanadu’s crotch and yet another into her anus. The bug-thing was raping Xanadu. The 21st Century woman was shocked… she was being owned and raped by a bug thing. The beautiful head of the bug-thing stared into Xanadu’s eyes. Unable to move or speak, the Scandinavian beauty could only wait for what was next. A tendril slid into Xanadu’s right nostril and traveled upward toward her frontal lobe. Xanadu was lobotomized. Out of the bug-thing’s mouth, oozy gray gunk poured out. The gray gunk formed a cocoon around the 21st Century woman. The appendage that traveled up her vagina was now delivering bug sperm into Xanadu. Technically still alive, Xanadu would not have deviant S&M with Sanders this evening. Already lobotomized, she did not see Remmerswaal standing at the entranceway of the prison. He shouted: “Astounding!” Xanadu Carpathia was no longer Xanadu Carpathia. She was no longer a keynote speaker at international women’s forums. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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She was no longer a Scandinavian beauty; eggs developed inside her ovaries, not quite human eggs, and she was now a womb for something monstrous.
Chapter 31: Irina’s Rescue Josephine’s tears were now of joy: “But, they killed you!” Vendela gave Josephine a warm smile and put her arm over her right shoulder: “I would have died but Kyra saved me.” “Kyra!” Josephine finally knew the name of her new patient. “Kyra! I’m not going to let her die, I swear!” Kyra’s eyes opened slowly. Both Vendela and Josephine gave Kyra loving looks. Vendela cooed to the dying assassin: “You better not die, my love… or I’m going to lay Joonas!” Kyra smiled at her friend: “Fuck you, bitch! Hand’s off!” A tear fell from Vendela’s right eye; she let out a slight laugh. “That monster has a bag full of antibiotics, and other medical supplies. If we can get to them, I can save Kyra!” Josephine exuded determination. “Let’s move bitches, I don’t have much time!” Kyra was smiling. Vendela had scaled the east wall to enter through a broken window at the end of the hall. She would not have passed the other cells on the way to Josephine’s. “Wait! I’m going to take a look.” Vendela slowly walked out of the cell to the railing. She peered over that railing. Remmerswaal and Hammarstrom were still outside watching the Xanadu spectacle. “Okay, I can see the supplies, I’m going to get them.” Vendela was about to shoot down the nearby flight of stairs when she heard, “Help me, please!” “Shit! Who is that?!” Vendela had never met Irina. She yelled to Josephine: “Don’t leave Kyra, I’ll be right back!” The cop in Vendela drew her to the distant cell. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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She sprinted down the hall and stopped at cell East 222. Strung up in that cell was a Russian blonde beauty who smelled like whipped cream. “Is that whipped cream?” Vendela’s question was not put forth as a joke. Nevertheless, Irina was furious: “Fuck off, bitch! Get me down from here!” Vendela was used to being sworn at. She was a cop, after all: “Okay, just a minute!” Vendela noticed the whipped cream odor was emanating from Irina’s groin. “Maybe we’ll go for a banana split as soon as I get you down.” Irina, who had been strung up since her arrival at the prison was in no mood for jokes. With a loud thud, the Russian border guard who reeked of whipped cream, hit the floor, “Ouch!” “Sorry, love…” Vendela was apologetic. “I needed both hands to cut the ropes… so what’s with the sweet-smelling douche?” Now, Vendela was laughing. Irina was irate. The blood rushed back into her hands and she sneered at her rescuer: “Everyone’s a fucking comedian. Do you know what it is like to be gang raped by monstrous lunatics!” Irina was crying, though she had to admit, in a deviant-fetish sort of way… it was kind of kinky. Vendela stopped laughing: “Oh my sweet, yes I do… I’m so sorry.” The two women were now crying together and embraced each other on the cold floor of cell East 222. Time was short. Soon, whatever was amusing Remmerswaal and Hammarstrom outside would end and the two fiends would come back inside. Vendela had to hurry; she gave Irina directions: “Listen up, get your sweet cunt… er, I mean… fat ass over to 204! I left a bag of weapons outside the cell. Bring the weapons in and show Kyra! She’ll know what to do with them. Then, help the nurse with anything she needs! Go! Now!” Irina got up and sprinted down the long hallway. Vendela, feeling quite the hero, decided to take a short cut to the medical supplies. In her shiny, stretch-vinyl catsuit, with a dagger holstered to her right thigh, she climbed over the railing. The drop would have been just under three meters, but time was of the essence. She took a deep breath and jumped. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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Chapter 32: Inge vs. Vendela, Part 2 Remmerswaal and Hammarstrom were mesmerized at the show they were watching. The former Minttu, Finnish Border Guard, was raping some blonde babe. For the fifth time, the mad geneticist shouted: “Astounding!” Hammarstrom smiled approvingly, “So, who is the babe? The blonde one.” Remmerswaal shook his head, “Haven’t the foggiest, my good man.” The two fiends enjoyed the show for several more minutes until Remmerswaal gave his deranged assistant new instructions: “Go prep the other babe… you know, Miss Whipped Cream!” “Yes master.” The lunatic of the north was obedient and walked back inside. Ever since he violated every member of his high school’s synchronized swimming team, Hammarstrom never suffered from a lack of babes. He mired at how sultry babes just sort of fell out of Heaven at him. Vendela could not see Hammarstrom walk back into the prison. She was focused on the medical supply bag down below. Quite agile, the Swedish cop had her jump planned. She would gently push away from the railing with her feet, land with bent knees, then go into a roll, and emerge on her feet a meter and a half beyond her landing point, right next to the supplies. The sultry cop took a deep breath and jumped off the second level of East Cell Block. She would never get to do her duck and roll. Inge emerged from underneath the overhead. He held up his hands, and was about to yell, “I am Inge Hammarstrom!” Before he could do his traditional pre-rape scream, a sultry Swedish cop fell from the heavens into his hands. The lunatic was not surprised and immediately delivered a classic body slam to the catsuited beauty. “Oh fuck!” Wincing in much pain, Vendela only uttered those two words. Her right ribcage exploded in excruciating pain. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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“Astounding!” Remmerswaal sounded victorious; his beautiful experiments were bearing fruit. “I’ve done it!” He looked down at his sultry prisoners, “Now, hand the dead one over… or the nurse gets it!” Josephine held onto Kyra even tighter. Before Vendela could say “Fuck you!” a cascade of sticky, web like strings rained down on the mad geneticist. Remerswaal was encased in the sticky web stuff in just a few seconds. The sultry prisoners watched him being pulled up into the rafters of their prison. A horrible squealing sound echoed from the ceiling as a few drops of human blood fell to the floor in front of the four beauties. Vendela was focused: “Now!” Irina and Josephine lifted Kyra up. “Follow me, don’t look down!” If they had looked down, the sight would have been horrible. The baby spider creatures were feasting on commandos. They were busy and the four babes ran past them. Vendela knelt to pick up two M-4 rifles, then, she continued onward. She overtook her three friends and led them onto the helicopter. Ingrid and Josephine gently, but she quickly, slid Kyra onto the floor of the whirly bird. Armed with two machine guns, Vendela knelt beside the chopper pilot: “Go west… I’ll let you know when to turn!” For good measure, the Swedish cop fired a machine gun round into the bird’s radio, “We’re going to want some privacy… understand?” The pilot did. The helicopter proceeded westward. In a few minutes it crossed back into Finland. Josephine was nursing the dying Kyra: “Don’t worry, my love… you will be fine, I promise!” Kyra smiled.
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Chapter 34: Aboard the Sea Vixen Vendela guided the pilot westward and then northwestward. Over Oulu she directed the pilot to fly across the Gulf of Bothnia. The cop knew Joonas was monitoring them somehow. She was right. From 250 meters above, Vendela saw The Sea Vixen. “There! Land there!” The pilot skillfully guided the bird onto The Sea Vixen’s helipad. Joonas was there to meet them. A look of horror enveloped his face when the doors flew open: “Kyra!” “Quick, let’s get her to the OR… we can save her!” Josephine was in nurse mode. The Sea Vixen was equipped with an OR. Four hours passed. Vendela, Irina, and a scared helicopter pilot waited in Kyra’s stateroom. “So, what are we going to do with him?” Irina’s question was a sincere one. “Who the fuck is he, anyway?” The scared pilot removed his helmet: “I am Hans… Hans Dietrich!” Hans was a handsome man and Irina took immediate notice. “Well, fucking A!” Irina was impressed. “We can shoot him or push him overboard.” Vendela’s response to Irina’s question was also sincere. “We could cuff him and rape him… then shoot him.” This was also a sincere idea. “No, please don’t! I’m on your side now!” Hans sounded honest. He had no idea what their side was, but they had the guns. “Strip!” Irina was going to have sex, one way or another. Alas, the opportunity was interrupted. Joonas stormed into the stateroom. The look on his face was a happy one: “She’ll be fine! Another half hour would have killed her.” Vendela cried, she was so happy. Josephine came out next. Vendela ran over to her and the two embraced. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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“I told you I wasn’t going to let her die… I told you!” Josephine was also crying: “I’m going to stay by her side in post-op… I’ll come get you when she comes to.” “I want sex!” Irina was happy too, but she had needs. Joonas looked at Irina, did you just eat an ice cream sundae?” Joonas’ question wasn’t meant as a joke. Vendela and Josephine laughed hysterically. “Very fucking funny! Where’s a shower!” Joonas pointed to a door behind the bar which led to a full-service bathroom. On her way to the shower, the Russian looked at Hans, “Don’t even think of going anywhere, I’m not done with you.” Joonas looked at Hans, “Who are you?” “I’m Hans, please don’t kill me.” Hans detected a pattern at the questions directed at him. Joonas’ response gave Hans hope, “We can shoot you…or we can just dump you overboard… or do you want to join…” Hans interrupted, “I want to join you, I’m on your side!” “Great! I’m still not sure what our side is, but fine… why don’t you go join the Russian in the shower.” Joonas loved being a matchmaker. Hans did not have to be told twice. He peeled off his flight suit as he charged toward that door behind the bar. “Seriously, is there ice cream aboard,” Joonas was hungry. Vendela approached Joonas: “So, you think Kyra would approve of a threesome?” Joonas blushed, “I don’t see how either of us could refuse you, Vendela…” Vendela shushed him, “Oh Joonas, if Kyra had died… well…” She could not continue, the tears were again flowing freely. “I know… I know,” Joonas embraced Vendela and the two cried together. The Sea Vixen headed south in the Gulf of Bothnia. The first stop would be Kokar Island where it had a secret base. Weapons and supplies would be loaded onto it there. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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Then, the yacht would enter the Baltic Sea, the North Sea, and would head northward into the Norwegian Sea. A secret laboratory in Ny-Alesund (on the west coast of Svarlbard Island) was the destination. There, The Sea Vixen would undertake a surprise attack on The Conglomeration secret facility. This is the facility they intended to bring Remmerswaal to, with his experiments. The missiles and nukes that would be loaded on at Kokar Island should do the trick. “We’re going to kill a lot more people, aren’t we?” Vendela sensed war. Joonas looked sad, “Yes, my dear. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to come.” “I’m fucking coming! Hell, you and your bitch owe me a threesome!” Vendela was only half kidding but Joonas took it well. “Yes, we do,” Joonas was laughing. “I know Kyra needs a maid of honor, anyway.”
Epilogue The Sea Vixen, located at the midway point between Iceland and the Norwegian coast, travelled north by northeast. “I’m fucking done with recuperating!” Kyra swung her long legs off the bed. “Please my dear, your stitches… even the ones inside, you need more rest.” Joonas’ tone was loving and concerned. “Hah!” Joonas did not see Vendela enter Kyra’s stateroom. “She knows I’m that close from taking you into the shower and screwing your brains out, Dr. Joonas.” The cop held up her right hand so they could see her thumb and forefinger two centimeters apart. “You wish bitch!” Kyra was trying not to laugh. “I’m fine dammit… besides if anyone is going to fire a rocket launcher, it’s going to be me.” “Hey, I thought I was going to man the rocket launcher,” Vendela sounded offended. “You! Oh right! You couldn’t even hit a giant lunatic from 25 yards.” Kyra had a point. THE LUNATIC OF THE NORTH
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THE XTREM COLLECTION BIO CHRIS ZISI
About Christopher Zisi Christopher Zisi is an American horror writer from Fredericksburg, Virginia. In 2013, he created the blog "Zisi Emporium for B Movies" which showcases his thoughts and witticisms of horror, exploitation, and science fiction films. To date, over 1800 films have been reviewed on this blog. Mr. Zisi has published several books including four in The XTREM COLLECTION by CREATORS UNITE. Those books are The Himalayan Devil Woman, The Ghosts Of Brisbane, Abilene-The Bondage Of Suyin Wong, Patricia M-The Perils Of A Sultry Stewardess. Before writing about horror full time, Christopher Zisi was a Special Agent for the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI). During his 25-year career with the FBI, Zisi conducted drug and organized crime investigations in the Baltimore Division and eventually moved to the FBI's training academy in Quantico, Virginia. At Quantico, he taught Interviewing and Interrogation, Detection of Deception, and also issues related to police involved shootings. The FBI sent Zisi to over 25 countries (including Vietnam, Cambodia, Guyana, Poland, The Maldives, and Brazil) to instruct on interrogation and detection of deception. Christopher Zisi travels the world seeking inspiration and plot ideas for future works. He has visited all 50 states and, during his trip to Alaska in 2018, found inspiration for his firth novel, The Vixen Of Vladivostok. He also spends a significant portion of his year in the American mid-west, visiting his son in Wisconsin. A year ago his son moved to Wisconsin. He was in Topeka Kansas for over 3 years, Christopher’s visits to Kansas inspired his third novel, AbileneThe Bondage Of Suyin Wong. Christopher Zisi is now preparing for his next story with his present travels to the American mid-west and the American southeast.
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