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THE VIXEN OF VLADIVOSTOK A Sequel Of THE GHOSTS OF BRISBANE by Christopher Zisi
Chapter 1: Virginia Lake Sultry and glamorous… that characterized Virginia Lake. The tall, blonde woman sat at her boudoir admiring herself in the mirror. The shiny skin danced with the lit-up mirror even before moisturizing. Not quite nude, the sophisticated beauty allowed her thin silk beige robe to hang open. The shiny robe complimented her shiny skin, especially the area between her breasts. Virginia Lake felt a tinge of sadness that no one, but herself, would see that area over the next 24 hours. She still had four hours until her ride would show up to bring her to the airport in Inchon. Then, a long flight would take her to Heathrow in London. The blue eyes of the First-Class stewardess kept peering at the area between her breasts. Her own image and the thought of violent sexual intercourse began arousing her. “Yes,” she whispered, “I have plenty of time.” The increasingly moist stewardess from Commonwealth Airways looked at her perfectly manicured fingers. The shiny red nail polish would highlight her shiny black uniform nicely. Right now, she had another task for those fingers, which were slowly inching their way up her thighs toward her groin. Virginia Lake’s breathing began to get heavier when the doorbell to the penthouse sounded. The aroused Virginia Lake made up her mind even before she rose out of the cushioned chair at her boudoir.
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Whoever was ringing the doorbell would be dragged inside and she would rape the poor schmuck. Though not expecting anyone, couriers and maintenance folks seemed very willing to ring her doorbell. Most of these strangers loved being ravaged by her. Whoever was there now would soon be bruised, spent, and conquered by her. This time out loud, Virginia Lake said with a smile: “Lucky sap.” Without shutting her robe, she made her way out the bedroom and toward the front door. She thought about looking through the peephole before opening the door but the element of danger and the possibility of a violent rapist on the other side of the door excited her. The silk robe now covered only her shoulders. Her naked body seemed to explode out of it. With her husband still missing, vicious and violent sex was just what she needed to take her mind off the events of the last few days. The coconut butter shower gel which she had spread over her entire body during her last shower would surely act as an aphrodisiac to any gruff maintenance or delivery man. Without her make-up applied, this odor of coconut would be all she needed for sense-heightened seduction. Virginia Lake reached the front door of the 16th Floor penthouse which overlooked the Han River. She inspected herself once more. Alluring pedicure and manicure, shiny legs, nice breasts… still a couple of primping moves were called for. The beauty licked her lips and closed her silk robe ever so slightly. The robe now concealed her perky breasts, however her area between the breasts was still exposed. She would want the rapist on the other side of the door to have to do some work. “Here goes! Ravage me!” With that charge Virginia Lake flung open her door. To her great surprise the being on the other side wasn’t a rapist, wasn’t a delivery man, nor a maintenance man. All she could say, feeling very awkward, was “Ummmm….” “Hello Mrs. Lee!” the stranger had a soft and kind voice. “Oh! I see!” Virginia Lake quickly put two and two together and now wore an embarrassed smile. “I kept my maiden name, please call me Virginia.”
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Virginia Lake’s husband, Lee Joong-ki is, or was, the President and CEO of Seoul Airways. Standing in her doorway was the most beautiful Seoul Airways stewardess she had ever seen. It wasn’t rare for Lee Joong-ki to summon the best-looking stewardesses to the penthouse for threesomes. “I’m sorry love, but I believe you may have the wrong day, see… my husband isn’t here.” The fact of the matter is that Lee Joong-ki had been missing since the raid on Seoul Airways headquarters a few days previous. The stewardess in the doorway was saddened by Virginia Lake’s revelation, “I am so sorry Mrs. Lee… I mean Virginia, I was just wondering if there was any news… your husband was a most remarkable man.” The mysterious beauty didn’t mention that Lee Joong-ki had brutally raped her and sold her into bondage, figuring this bit of information would have made the Commonwealth Airways stewardess, and wife of the creep, uncomfortable. Virginia Lake was surprised that she wasn’t attempting to shoo this beauty away. Something about this particular Korean vixen intrigued her. Virginia Lake and Lee Joong-ki were a perfect match. Lee had a fetish for deviant sex with stewardesses and Virginia Lake was a stewardess with a fetish for torturing other stewardesses who her husband was attracted to. This led to a most kinky and deviant slate of threesomes in their Seoul penthouse. The routines didn’t vary much. Every four or five days (when she was in Seoul) a different Seoul Airways stewardess would be summoned to the penthouse. Virginia Lake would deck herself out in her alluring black Commonwealth Airways uniform as Lee sat in an easy chair clad only in a bathrobe. Virginia Lake would answer the door, lead the Asian stewardess in, and bring her over to Lee. The Asian stewardess would look at Lee and wait for his command. Lee would size her up and then he would signal his wife. As soon as Virginia Lake received a nod from her husband, she would blindside the Seoul Airways beauty. The Asian would quickly fall to the ground and Virginia Lake would pounce on her punching and slapping. The British beauty wanted the Asian beauty to know that no one was more desirable to her husband than her.
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At this point, the Asian usually had a bloody nose and two swollen eyes. Virginia Lake would sit up the pathetic Asian. The unfortunate stewardess would be forced to watch Lake seduce her husband by stripping out of her uniform and lace undies. The Asian babe would have no choice but to watch the English stewardess perform oral, and then frontal sex on Lee. Lake would often glance at the defeated Asian with a look that said, "You can't compete with me, slut! After satisfying Lee, Virginia Lake would then wander over to the half-conscious Asian, spit in her face and violently rip off the beaten woman’s skirt, panties, and stockings. Lake would produce an electric, vibrator, shove it up the Asian’s vagina and, to conclude, she would rape her. The Seoul Airways stewardesses always were sent on their way swollen and humiliated. This was an expensive hobby as the poor Asian’s next paycheck would always be tripled… had to keep them quiet, after all. Virginia Lake always emerged from these encounters feeling supreme and dominant and without rivals for her husband’s affections. Virginia Lake assumed this beauty in the doorway had been scheduled for today. Still feeling like raping someone, the British beauty reached out her hand in a welcoming gesture: “Won’t you come in?” The vixen in the doorway licked her lips with more than a touch of sensuality and smiled. Virginia Lake was being turned on; she was going to rape this beauty, heaven help her! The Asian knelt ever so slightly; with her left hand, she picked up an oversized duffel bag (about the same size as a rugby player’s equipment bag). As Virginia gave the bag a curious look, the Asian stepped inside: “I have some promotional videos and pamphlets from Sweden, Mr. Lee sent me there to help promote Seoul Airways.” “Oh my God! You’re Miss Ha!” Virginia was stunned. Lee had always promised her that he would summon Miss Ha to their penthouse someday soon for rape and torture. The famous Miss Ha… poor bitch, she thought.
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Chapter 3: Ellie Douglas Joon Ji-Won was beautiful. Most regarded her as a divine angel. Saving lives and providing comfort to the sick were her God-given talents. Her parents tried to steer her into a pageant and modelling career. Joon had other plans. There was so much suffering in the world, and even in Seoul. She made up her mind to dedicate her life to healing and following God’s guidance. A registered nurse, the Korean beauty was also adept at boosting the morale of those suffering with pain and illness. A loving kiss on a patient’s forehead often provided the morale boost needed to cure the hurting. Infuriated, Joon grabbed a handful of blonde hair and slammed the slut’s head five times on the hard floor: “You will die, cunt!” The aforementioned cunt’s blood had splattered on Joon’s pristine white uniform. This made the angel angrier. The so-called cunt was losing consciousness. Joon found a metal bedpan and slammed the blonde’s head with it three times. The cunt was no match for Joon. The angel in white held blackbelts in three different forms of martial arts. Barely breaking a sweat, Joon caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror which hung on the door of Room E210. Her slightly tight uniform had a few blood spots on the front, but her perfect figure was still highlighted nicely. At her feet was the blonde cunt, barely moving, also wearing a slightly tight white nurse’s uniform. Though the cunt had taken Joon by surprise, the Korean still dominated this catfight. Whoever this skank was, she would have to die. If Joon had called for help, security would have showed up and arrested the cunt. With no one else in the hospital room except a halfconscious patient, Joon decided to murder her. Initially, Joon had entered the room in order to give her patient a sedative. The patient showed no signs of waking after surgery, but Joon knew she was playing opossum. The patient wasn’t fooling the beautiful nurse. Joon figured the patient was plotting escape.
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Now, Joon’s plans had changed. Instead of injecting the hypodermic needle into her patient’s IV bag, she would use it to penetrate the cunt’s eyeball. Joon intended to have the hypodermic penetrate the eyeball and reach the brain of the skank in white. After immobilizing the blonde intruder, Joon would break her neck. Joon finished looking at her beautiful shape in the mirror. The beautiful nurse reached for the hyperdermic. In Korean, Joon yelled: “Shit!” From below, the half-conscious cunt in white answered her scream: “Die, you, motherfucking Gook!” In the struggle, or slaughter, Joon’s hypodermic had fallen to the floor. The cunt in white grabbed the needle. While she yelled her insult at the Korean angel, the cunt in white stuck the needle through the shiny white stocking of Joon’s right leg and emptied the sedative into the beauty’s bloodstream. The sedative took hold fast. Joon’s legs gave out. The Korean was now laying on the floor next to the cunt. Joon’s vitality ebbed and she raced toward unconsciousness. The cunt in white regained her strength: “You might have won the first nine rounds Gook, but I’m going knock you out in the tenth.” The intruding beauty was standing. She dragged the still conscious Joon over to the wall next to the hospital bed. Joon was completely paralyzed but still aware. “Say goodnight, motherfucker!” The blonde beauty had grabbed the metal bedpan. She grasped it in both hands and in quick fashion, smashed it into the Korean’s head a dozen times. The Korean beauty’s face was no longer beautiful. The alluring white nurse’s uniform of the angel was now stained blood red. As bubbles penetrated the flow of blood coming out of the Korean’s nostrils, the blonde beauty sneered: “Still breathing, gook motherfucker?” With that final question, the blonde intruder bashed the Korean’s head in 30 more times. The beautiful brain of the Korean nurse was leaking out of her ears.
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Joon’s demise was bloody and sad… but as long as the South Korean’s held Talon Goh and her merry band of nymphomaniac psychotics captive, no one was innocent… at least this is what the last surviving Brisbane Belle told herself while spitting on Joon’s bloody corpse. “Bri!” Ellie Douglas* was thrilled to see her new friend. She had always thought Bri*, the only surviving Brisbane Belle, was a skank, but still liked her. No longer playing opossum, Ellie gingerly slid out of her hospital bed. She approached the bleeding and swollen Bri: “Oh my love… why the tears?” Bri was sobbing harder; snot was mixing with blood as both nostrils were still bleeding: “She called me a cunt!” “Oh no… don’t worry, she didn’t mean that, don’t take it personally.” Ellie Douglas moved closer and embraced the crying Brisbane Belle. “She was actually a pretty good nurse.” Ellie looked over at the formerly beautiful, and formerly intact Joon. “Pity, Talon and Miss Ha would’ve liked her.” Ellie’s stitches were pulling on her skin and this caused her to wince. “Oh!” Ellie wanted to cheer up Bri; she tried to change the subject. “You should see my doctor… he’s a hunk!” Bri bit: “Oh! Dr. Park?” Ellie didn’t want to know how Bri knew this. She didn’t ask; that didn’t matter. Bri was smiling. She was happy to fill in the missing details: “We gave each other oral sex and he was marvelous! I sliced his throat just before I came into your room. If you were attached to him, don’t look to your left as we leave this room.” “How many did you kill to get in here?” Ellie knew she shouldn’t have asked this question. “15 nurses, three doctors, five armed guards… and that blob sitting against the wall over there… but she called me a cunt!” With that last statement, Bri, who’s feelings were still hurt, began to sob again: “I’m not a cunt! I’m a Brisbane Belle!” *Bri, The Brisbane Belle and Ellie Douglas appear in The Ghosts Of Brisbane by Christopher Zisi! THE VIXEN OF VLADIVOSTOK
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Chapter 4: Vlad the Impaler The luster had worn off… Vladimir Larianov now sought direction. At the age of 28, the handsome Russian was fast becoming the richest man in eastern Russia. Money had brought him so much. Up until now all he wanted was to lay the most beautiful women in the world. The money helped, as did his exaggerated man-organ. The babes in eastern Russia, China, North Korea, Taiwan, Mongolia, and South Korea knew him as “Vlad the Impaler.” His man-organ travelled so far into their bodies. Some said ten inches… others said twelve… Vladimir was blessed. Loose women now bored him. The stud had even cancelled a trip to Las Vegas where he intended to lay several showgirls. There was a duo at CAESAR’S PALACE that promised him an elongated threesome. Of course, one needn’t give up his old life completely. His trip to Seoul was going to be his last hurrah before converting to a more serious and productive lifestyle… maybe even settle down with one woman. After rendezvousing with a couple of sultry Korean actresses and the reigning Miss South Korea, Vlad the Impaler intended to return to his mansion on the outskirts of Vladivostok, find a Eurasian babe and start a family. Tonight, Vlad would be entertaining the sultriest woman in Korea… The reigning Miss South Korea had arrived at his luxury suite, overlooking the Han River, with handcuffs, whips, and a stun-gun. The Asian beauty wanted to be tortured, but not before servicing Vlad’s man-organ, orally, and then with both hands. Vlad was brought to ecstasy several times by the vixen. He made sure to have plenty of aspirin handy. He tied the score later in the evening when he bound her limbs to four bedposts. Then, he whipped and stunned the pageant winner. She screamed but loved the pain. Miss South Korea kept yelling something in Korean. Vlad interpreted it as “Harder!” He complied and travelled deep within her groin.
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The Russian government, concerned about the Korean-Aussie war, wanted all their citizens to check in. Following direction and set procedure was part of the new “Vlad, the Impaler”. Vlad also knew that he would have to get rid of the “Impaler” moniker. He had already decided to change his identity to “Vlad, the Friend of Mankind”. The billionaire would respect women and their virtue. Vlad just knew he would find a special woman to have children with if he did so. Vlad, the Friend of Mankind was feeling giddy. He could feel the atmosphere change instantly and knew that great things were in store for him. Mankind’s new buddy pushed the down button at the elevator bank. Instantly he heard the ding signaling the lift’s arrival. The doors slid open. Vlad strutted in, paying no attention to who was also inside. He sensed someone was standing near the buttons and politely said: “Lobby please!” Vlad began whistling On Top of the World, a single put out by his favorite band, Shonen Knife. He had yet to travel to Tokyo to have sex with this girl band, but since they were a very clean-cut band (well, sort of clean-cut), he would still allow himself to have a foursome with this trio. Always the friendly sort, Vlad decided to look up at his elevator companion. He sensed she was a looker as her perfume was very seductive. What he saw would shock mankind’s new friend. A sultry Korean stewardess with a bloody axe took a step toward him. In full reflex mode, the Russian yelled: “Nyet!” The sultry stewardess didn’t speak Russian (actually she did, but she assumed “nyet” meant “da”). Afterall, every time a Russian pawed her on one of her flights, she would always say “nyet,” but the Russian would always intensify his molestation. The homicidal stewardess babe was quite comfortable with the axe. Vlad saw her powerful swing in slow motion. As the axe came down on Vlad the Friend of Mankind, he prayed for the first time in his life.
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Chapter 5: Rabbi Kuupkik Samuel Schwartz was an unlikely Inuit Shaman. Samuel preferred the term Eskimo, and for that matter, preferred to be called Kuupkik. Kuupkik was certifiably insane. Everyone he met saw this quickly. The 82-year-old Kuupkik had stopped reviewing his past diagnoses. Four months ago, he ceased taking his 16 psyche medications. Dual Identity Disorder… Paranoid Schizophrenia… Bi-Polar… delusional… God-complex… the Eskimo Shaman had heard it all. The highly qualified mental health professionals just didn’t understand him, or the impending fate of mankind. Born in the Bronx borough of New York City, Samuel was raised as an Orthodox Jew. At the age of 16, the brilliant boy (his IQ was measured at 220) was accepted into Yeshiva University. Unfortunately, this didn’t last long. Soon after his freshman classes began, Samuel started having visions from God. God told Samuel the locations of the 12 lost tribes of Israel. This revelation alarmed Samuel’s professors and deans at the Hebrew university. Jewish scholars had issue with Samuel’s alleged visions from God. The genius teenager was insistent, and this was interpreted as a lack of respect for his elders. As far as the revelation spoke to him, the lost tribes of Israel included The Scientologists, an Elks club in Winter Haven Florida, and Eskimos. Samuel was expelled. The revelations continued over the next 25 years. God was telling Samuel to attach himself to one of these lost tribes and get ready for war against Satan’s minions. His first stop was Winter Haven, Florida. This didn’t go well as a number of burly Polk County (Florida) deputies advised the prophet that he was not welcome in their county. Samuel drove his yellow 1972 VW bug the entire route of Interstate 10 and arrived in Los Angeles. This didn’t go well either. At the purple building of The Scientology compound, the cult members called him an “insane prick.” Samuel was devastated. He explained to them that God’s wrath would rain down on them soon.
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Samuel and his VW bug travelled north on Interstate 5 toward Canada. The delusional genius was convinced the humiliation in Florida and Los Angeles was God’s way of telling him that he needed to embed himself with Eskimos in Alaska. Samuel had driven across the border into Oregon, when he had another revelation: this time, Amarak, an Eskimo deity tasked with taking those who foolishly hunted alone at night into eternity, spoke to him. Also appearing was Anguta. The deity who took the recently deceased into the underworld joined in. The two Eskimo deities told Samuel to get to Alaska and prepare for an oncoming invasion from evil forces. Amarak also revealed the name of the evil invader and implored never to speak the name out loud. Apparently, the mere mention of the name would bring instant war in which millions would be annihilated in a fiery conflagration. With Amarak and Anguta on his side, Samuel continued northward… past Washington, into British Columbia, and eventually into Alaska. Samuel arrived in Anchorage. Before being escorted out of Anchorage by the Anchorage Police Department, he had another revelation. Samuel would no longer be known as “Samuel.” Amarak bestowed a more proper name for the Jew from the Bronx… “Kuupkik.” Amarak told the former Samuel that this new name meant “Wolf Who Eats Evil.” The wolf drove northward from Anchorage and a few miles shy of Fairbanks found an Eskimo settlement. The people there pitied the wandering Jew. They believed that mercy would need to rule the day. The wolf, now called Kuupkik, eventually was bestowed the title of Shaman and began his tenure as head Shaman for this semi-remote tribe. Anguta and Amarak kept speaking to Kuupkik. They were generous deities. Amarak proclaimed to the Shaman that it was his duty to impregnate every female in the tribe between 12 and 25 years old. Kuupkik was hesitant to follow through on this, but deities were deities and he was obliged to obey.
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Kuelan Herce was certain they emanated from the deities she interacted with. The advice of the god Daichi Tengri* was clear. Since her parents were weak, they were akin to enemy soldiers on the battlefield. Thus, this deity of war ordered Kuelan Herce to gut them and eat them. Monks had always instructed this warrior wannabe to be obedient to the voices of gods. With blood dripping down her chin, and she loved the feel of the warm fluid on her face, she spat on the ground in front of her. Centuries later, the location of this mystical wad of saliva would constitute a hidden landmark in downtown Vladivostok. Kuelan Herce began her walk of war. She headed south, down the coast. Her first stop was a mountaintop monastery 80 kilometers west of what is now modern-day Beijing. The Buddhist monks had followed suit. Their practices had incorporated many contemporary rites and music. True Buddhist monasticism was difficult to find as the fifteenth century rapidly approached. In her two-year walk of war, Kuelan Herce had grown into a sultry woman. There was no time to come to grips with her newfound sexuality… the time would be now. This monastery was regarded as old-fashioned and out of touch by most modernday Buddhists. A 15th century Buddhist would need to factor in changing norms and the increasingly youthful Asian culture. Not this monastery! The 40 monks that preserved Mongol traditions and theology would have none of the increasingly heretical culture. A Kublai Khan* Tribunal was formed and any change in practice at this monastery would have to be approved by this tribunal. Nothing ever passed. The tenets and teachings of Kublai Khan would not be eschewed nor disrespected. No longer a girl, the 15-year-old Kuelan Herce approached the walls of this theological fortress. She arrived at the monastery with two distinct disadvantages. In the patriarchal, non-sexual, all male existence inside this monastery, Kuelan Herce was a woman sporting a most deadly weapon… her sexuality. Her sexuality was instilled by the goddess Ot. *To know more about Daichi Tengri and Kublai Khan, click on the Interactive Icons. THE VIXEN OF VLADIVOSTOK
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Lee was happy he could give his friends their private rooms… of course, this made it easier for him to visit the women and have rough and deviant sex, which Talon Goh would experience in several hours. When Goh and her tight, wriggling posterior left the embalming room, it was time for Miss Ha to complete a promise she made to herself… and Lee would help. Lee pushed button #3 on his intercom phone and calmly stated: “All right Miss Ha, we can begin now!”
Chapter 9: Kuelan Herce Buddhist scholars differed. Literalists, who believed they were sole arbiters of the teachings of Kublai Khan, assert Kuelan Herce to be a reincarnated being. These monks taught the beauty’s soul was cursed to be reincarnated repeatedly, until the time she fulfilled the prophecies of the ancient scrolls. The more contemporary monks, hardly as scholarly, were convinced Kuelan Herce, the intended slayer of Lai Lai Zhen, became an eternal being, destined to walk the Earth in order to fulfill those prophecies. Whether the Eurasian siren was centuries old, or a couple of decades old (only with a centuries old soul) was cause of much dispute in the monk community. Kuelan Herce drove her dog sled into Stebbins, Alaska. The small outpost, on the coast of the Bering Sea, provided good cover for the vixen. Stebbins was far away from law and order. The law, state and federal, never went there. The police force in that coastal community were hardly able to make arrests or enforce laws… in fact, the chief and officers were all convicted rapists and murderers. Women stayed out of Stebbins. Brutish fugitives flocked to its saloons, tattoo parlors, and pawn shops. Clad in a shiny tight red cat-suit, with an unbuttoned parka draped over her, some shiny red hooker boots, and a tactical holster that carried a dagger on her inner right thigh, the Eurasian left her sled. Her posterior played nicely in the arctic air when she walked toward the saloon, The Thirsty Moose.
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Kuelan strutted toward the swinging doors of the bar/lounge. She was mindful of her three goals. First: Rough and bloody sex containing torture… aimed at her, then aimed at her tormentors. Second: The collection of a deviant rabbi referred to in the ancient scrolls. Third: A whiskey in a dirty glass. This third goal was always a good idea. On this day, Kuelan Herce would have gallons of man juices forced into her mouth, and LISTERINE just never did the trick. Ever since the vixen had come across the prostitute near Beijing, centuries ago, she became infatuated with deviant and violent sex. After gutting and eating the prostitute, she became a new woman… possessed… and in constant need of bloodshed and sexual ecstasy. As the vixen in red flung open the swinging doors to the saloon, the music came to a halt. 15 bar patrons (mostly MS-13 gang members) turned their heads and began drooling. The El Salvadoran gang members, all with death sentences in their native country, fled to Stebbins. The heavily tattooed punks, most wearing denims and flannels started whistling and chanting lewd insults toward the mysterious siren. Also, in the bar were 20 husky Eskimos… all violent rapists. These Eskimos sported long beards and had machetes strapped to their sides. Two pool players (one Eskimo and one El Salvadoran) dropped their pool cues and stepped away from the table. Kuelan Herce got the ball rolling: “What are you fucking queers looking at?” El Diablo, the MS-13 gang leader, with a face full of tear tattoos charged the beauty. Kuelan Herce braced herself and put up her fists, not intending to throw a punch… yet. El Diablo flew into Herce; the two fell to the floor. The MS-13 gang leader was fast and began pummeling the vixen’s face. The punk grabbed her dagger from her thigh holster and held it against her jugular: “Spread your legs bitch, I’m going to fuck you and cut you up!” “Perfect!” Kuelan Herce thought. These maniacs were so predictable. They did need to be led on so the Eurasian siren spit in El Diablo’s face. On cue, the El Salvadoran maniac rose to his feet and grabbed a handful of Kuelan Herce’s black hair.
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As he shoved his in four or five inches (“is that all”, Kuelan thought), the gang leader began crying and slapping her breasts. Unable to talk, Kuelan was having trouble breathing, no matter she could hold her breath for over two minutes. Paco’s man-organ was giving up its juices. A lot of juices. The semen shot out of the corners of Herce’s mouth and seeped into her flowing, alcohol-soaked hair. Kuelan Herce told herself: “Wait just a few more seconds.” El Salvador’s most feared MS-13 gangster was crying so loud that other demons in Hell could hear him. His slaps to Kuelan’s Herce’s breasts were getting harder. Paco’s tide of man-juices began to wane. The gangster also began to howl. Neither of these men had been able to rape in quite some time as the female population of Stebbins was nonexistent. It was time. Paco was howling so neither Juan nor Carlos would decipher a signal. Kuelan Herce bit down hard… Paco howled. Blood flowed down Herce’s face. She hoped it would wash away some of those sticky man-juices. Juan and Carlos were laughing at the howls believing they were the sounds of Paco reaching orgasm. With an increasing limp penis in her mouth, Kuelan Herce grabbed Paco’s head. Both her hands grasped an ear and, with one powerful, quick motion, swung her arms propelling the dickless Paco forward, headfirst into a howling and crying El Diablo. The force of the impact shattered Paco’s and the gang leader’s foreheads. Juan and Carlos were still laughing. When Kuelan Herce sat up, their looks changed to wonderment. Unable to move quick enough, Juan and Carlos were doomed. With blood dripping out of her mouth, Herce began chewing, sending more blood cascading down her chin. She grabbed the pool cues which were being held by Juan and Carlos. In a split second, both burly MS-13 gangsters had pool cues through their right eyes. The Eurasian vixen kept shoving; the pool cues entered the brains (what little of them that they had). Suddenly Juan and Carlos were no more. Covered in alcohol, semen, and blood, Kuelan Herce was ready to commence the great Eskimo Massacre (which was actually part MS-13 Massacre).
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The headaches and visions were increasing in which Amarak and Anguta spoke to him. The end times were close and Rabbi Kuupkik would be needed to usher them in on an unsuspecting planet. The two gods implored the almost octogenarian Rabbi to continue spreading his seed. If any female spoke to his man organ in such a way that it was stimulated, the Rabbi would impregnate her. If she disrespected his divine efforts, he would strangle them to death. Disrespecting Kuupkik’s love efforts was akin to disrespecting the gods. Amarak and Anguta also warned Kuupkik that a demonic force from the East was on its way. The god duo instructed Kuupkik to battle it and kill it. Demons from the East had mustered inside a humanoid vessel and intended to rip apart the Rabbi of revelation. The Rabbi figured he’d rest in Stebbins a few more days and head north to meet this demonic force. Amarak was quite specific, the demon would be clad in red and reach him in a trail of blood and guts. Anguta was even more specific: while the Rabbi was downing his SCHLITZ and third bowl of NACHO CHEESE DORITOS, the god of the dead screamed: “There she is!!!” There she was indeed, and Kuupkik was instantly in love. The Eurasian vixen clad in a tight, shiny red catsuit had a body that could launch a thousand ships and a face that could call them all back. Kuupkik knew he had to have her… and violently rape her. In what became a cacophony of blood red spray and flying limbs, the red demon went through his MS-13 pals like crap through a goose. Castrations abounded and the red vixen became a nude vixen. As brutes were strewn among The Thirsty Moose in several pieces, Kuelan Herce caught her breath behind the bar. She grabbed the scotch and looked up at a weird fellow at a corner table. Bitterness and failure were Kuelan Herce’s closest companion. According to Buddhist deities, the vixen had failed at obeying their commands. Back in the 14th Century they had given her a simple and specific task: kill Lai Lai Zhen. According to the gods, Kuelan Herce’s obsession with the prostitute in red distracted her long enough to bring on failure.
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Kuelan Herce had spent a lot of time with the prostitute in red as many deviant sexual moves were revealed and taught to her. Even after tying up the beauty, Kuelan Herce didn’t kill her immediately. Feelings came over her and Kuelan Herce’s mouth and tongue went to work bringing the whore to ecstasy over and over. Her fingertips were possessed and the whore was driven to madness by another flow of orgasms in rapid succession. Kuelan Herce went to work on the groin of the sinner in red, naked, wet, and sweaty. Her mouth, tongue, and fingers put the whore in a constant state of moaning. She camped her tongue and fingertips in her prey’s groin. Finally, Herce killed her after three days of ecstasy and torture. By the time she reached The Ming Dynasty village, Lai Lai Zhen had departed on her suicidal death march. Kuelan Herce raced to the coast but was too late. Lai Lai Zhen had marched into the surf. The god Daichi Tengri, in particular, scolded Kuelan Herce for failing her mission. Herce objected to Daichi Tengri’s assessment and retorted that since Lai Lai Zhen had in fact died, she did not fail. Disagreeing with the gods was a horrible sin and a lightning bolt struck a tree stump a few meters to the back of Kuelan Herce, throwing her twenty meters into another tree. When the disobedient beauty came to, Daichi Tengri told her the bad news. Using a llama (not native to Asia), the deity spoke: “You will endure a curse that will last until the new millennium. You will be cursed to walk the Earth and do our bloody bidding until such time when we ask you to find and gut a warrior from the west. You will kill him and protect Buddhism and the soul of Kublai Khan. You will be forbidden to fail.” Daichi Tengri, then, added: “You slut!” The slut, Kuelan Herce, was compelled to gain favor again among the gods. A year ago, she began receiving visions of a brutish, old deviant. The keeper of the knowledge, of the whereabouts of the 12 tribes of Israel, would make his way into Asia and play havoc with Buddhism. Kuelan Herce’s visions became more specific and colorful. The gods, Daichi Tengri in particular, were tasking her.
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She was now ordered to head off the monster infidel, abduct him, bring him 100 kilometers above the Arctic Circle, sacrifice him on an altar and eat his internal organs. In a thunderclap, Daichi Tengri spoke one more word to the vixen in red: “Skank!” Nude, covered in El Salvadoran blood, brain bits, and bone fragments, Kuelan Herce walked over to the corner table. Kuupkik was aroused by her glistening appearance; the nude slut gave out signals in her walk indicating she wanted to be raped and dominated. Herce reached the table and saw an old Jewish twerp who seemed, in his body language, to be begging to be tied up and have his heart ripped out. The vixen figured she was a disgusting sight as she was drenched in blood. Still… the Eskimo wannabe was very erect; Kuelan took note. She knew she looked good. Her smooth skin covered in blood was shining. Kuelan Herce intended to sit at the table and demand Kuupkik’s submission. After all, the gods were in control and would help her along the way. Kuupkik saw the vision of beauty strut over to his table. She was absolutely stunning. He was intent on raping her and beating the snot out of her. She would, of course, enjoy it as he was, in fact, Kuupkik! What woman didn’t want to be beaten to a pulp and raped by him, after all, the gods anointed him? The naked beauty slammed two shot glasses in the center of the table and pulled out the chair across from Kuupkik. She turned the chair around and straddled it; Kuupkik’s arousal magnified. The blood covering Kuelan Herce was better than any spray tan and she knew it. This was going to be easier than her Dawson City massacre a week previous: in addition to blood, bone fragments, man-juices, women juices, and cheap beer covering her, there was also a lot of vomit from several of her victims with weak stomachs in the Dawson Massacre. The smell of vomit and the sight of spit up sloppy-Joe’s dripping off her was a mood killer. No vomit this time and this would only enhance her ability to place Kuupkik under a spell of obedience. “I’m Kuelan Herce… submit, you, fucking Rabbi!”
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The fucking rabbi didn’t comprehend the vixen’s words. The five family size bags of NACHO CHEESE DORITOS he had eaten, and the twelve bottles of SCHLITZ he had downed were about to make another appearance. Kuelan Herce wasn’t prepared for what happened next. In the strongest display of projectile vomiting ever recorded in the last two millenniums, twelve bottles of SCHLITZ and five pounds of DORITOS shot out of Kuupkik’s mouth at over 100 kilometers per hour. The mixture hit Kuelan Herce directly in the forehead, knocking her off her chair and fifteen feet back toward the bar. Now flat on her back, the blood (and now vomit) stained beauty could only say one word: “Gross!!!” Totally disgusted, Kuelan Herce was again knocked off her game. Possessed and sporting a full erection, the mad rabbi leapt over the table and landed on top of the Eurasian beauty. His man-organ still growing, the rabbi had shed his pants and underwear in record speed. Kuelan Herce didn’t immediately notice the penetration into her vagina as the rabbi began pummeling her head. Not as fast as the rabbi, Herce flung her arms and legs until she almost lost conscious. Kuupkik began his pelvic thrusts and shoved his man organ into the vixen farther than any man ever had. Kuelan Herce was used to doing the raping and wasn’t used to being raped… especially by an 80-year-old psycho. Intending to scream obscenities at her attacker, Herce was shocked that all that came out of her were high-pitched moans and groans. She was pleased that anyone who might have witnessed her unintentional, wild orgasms was dead and in pieces on the floor around her. Kuupkik was unrelenting and his pelvis kept going as did his pummeling of the Eurasian. Kuelan Herce’s moans and groans also continued. During her last orgasm (there were three during this rape), she moaned so hard that her mouth made a perfect O. At this point, the brute rabbi projectile vomited one more time, into that mouth… and passed out.
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Barely conscious, and spitting out rabbi vomit, the soiled vixen was now crying uncontrollably. Her blood and vomit-soaked torso made it easy for her to slide out from underneath her rapist. The rabbi now lay next to her on his back; his erection was still evident. Kuelan Herce had been soiled and humiliated… but what alarmed this tool of Buddhist deities, is that she liked it. Suppressing this glee, the vixen ran out of The Thirsty Moose. She returned within 45 seconds with a set of handcuffs, and plenty of nylon rope. Kuupkik was out. He was a lot more powerful than she had originally thought. Failing wasn’t an option for Kuelan Herce. She quickly handcuffed him behind his back and used the rope to tie him so completely, the nylon rope almost seemed a yellow cocoon around him. She, then, dragged the unconscious rabbi out of The Thirsty Moose and over to her dogsled. The dogs were repulsed by the odors both rivals emanated but knew better than to look disparagingly at the vixen. Still naked and now caked in blood and vomit, the Eurasian forewent the red bodysuit and draped a parka over her shoulders. “Mush, you, bitches!” the dogs obeyed. Kuelan Herce and her sacrifice headed northward toward the Arctic circle.
Chapter 12: Vlad and Talon He whipped her ass repeatedly: “You, fucking whore! Bark like a dog or I’ll piss all over you.” Talon obeyed and barked. Ivan, mankind’s new best friend, threw the whip across the small room and dove on top of the Asian vixen. Talon was laying on her front. Ivan, quite erect, landed on her. The mercenary’s reddened and slightly swollen buttocks were in need of attention. Vlad straddled the Asian. He bent forward and began biting it: “Keep barking, you, whore!” Vlad was relentless… Talon kept barking. After leaving some weak teeth marks on both her buttocks, Vlad stopped biting: “What the fuck are you looking at, you fucking dog!” THE VIXEN OF VLADIVOSTOK
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With that remark, Vlad pushed Talon’s head face first into the pillow on the foot of the bed. “Whimper, you, whore of a dog!!!” Talon obeyed. “I hope you like it up the ass, you, cunt!” Vlad was on a roll. With both arms he spread Talon’s thighs and shoved his quite erect man-organ into the anus of his prey. Now, Talon’s whimpers were for real. As Talon submitted to the superhuman pelvic thrusts of mankind’s new best friend, Miss Ha charged through the door. Clad smartly in her Seoul Airways uniform with perfectly applied make-up, neither Talon or Vlad would have guessed she just castrated some poor schmuck and pummeled him to death with his wife’s head. Talon spoke: “Join us you dog!” Miss Ha’s grin got wider. She charged the two naked beings in front of her. Vlad and Talon rolled in opposite directions. The stewardess leapt and fell on the bed in between them. In just under 15 seconds the Russian and the mercenary stripped Miss Ha naked. Talon went to work on Miss Ha’s groin with some provocative tongue action. Mankind’s new best friend went to work on her mouth and breasts with his tongue and all ten fingers. Soon, Miss Ha was yelling in ecstasy. As she screamed, Talon moved out of her groin allowing Ivan’s man organ, still erect, to slide into it. Miss Ha and Vlad screamed in unison. Talon laid next to them, drenched in sweat and out of breath. The satisfaction of Miss Ha, by Vlad, would go on for several minutes. Always the compassionate sort, Miss Ha also thought about her best friend. Her entire torso was thrust back and forth on Vlad’s bed; she reached out her right hand over to Talon and placed her hand over her friend’s breasts. Then, while massaging them, Vlad did his thing. Talon began to get her breath back. The mercenary was quite aroused again. In one violent and awkward move, she bounced up and collided with the orgasmic Miss Ha who was climaxing. Both ladies fell off the bed with Goh on top. Vlad, not desiring to let either gal get away, rolled over and landed on top of them. Now, with Talon sandwiched between them, Vlad and Miss Ha went to work on their submissive.
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Chapter 13: Northward During the winter, with almost no sunlight, Barrow, Alaska’s population sunk to 158 (139 men and 19 unfortunate women). Many of the town’s residents left for Honolulu or Seattle. The long period of night gave way to suicides and alcoholism. Two weeks from now the snowbirds would begin trickling back, with the sunlight. The reunions were usually joyous but this year, it would be horrific. Kuelan Herce strutted down the main street of Barrow. She was again clad in her tight red catsuit. The vixen was careful to straddle the puddles of human blood. Her shiny red hooker boots didn’t need to be polished so, Herce avoided the pools of Eskimo blood. This massacre only took an hour and forty minutes and as a result provided her with plenty to eat. The taste of humans was more pleasing to the Buddhist devil than malamutes or moose. The 19 women were all gathered in the Moose Lodge building where they were scrapbooking. Armed with a harpoon and a hunting knife, Kuelan Herce easily killed 17 of these unfortunates. A pair of them that the Eurasian found sultry were kept alive: after tying up Candace and Berkeley (two blondes originally from Los Angeles), Kuelan cut their clothes off, raped them, tortured them with her knife and some matches, and raped them again. Herce had been forced to swallow Rabbi-vomit and subsequently was done with men. Vicious and bloody lesbian rape was now her game… at least for a little while. The blood leaked out of the blonde beauties; they begged for Kuelan Herce to finish the job. Kuelan complied. Always the altruist, the vixen cut out their intestines, cooked them in the lodge’s kitchen, and packed them away in order to feed her rabbi prisoner. The men were just as easy. 138 brutes were huddled in the Elks Lodge* burping and farting. An M-4 rifle and three grenades finished them off. The conflagration that was the Elks Lodge heated up downtown Barrow a few degrees. The heat felt good on Kuelan Herce’s face. *To know more about the Elks Lodge click on the Interactive Icon. THE VIXEN OF VLADIVOSTOK
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Candace and Berkeley, the two former cheerleaders for UCLA, would be missed. Their love juices were still dripping down the Eurasian’s chin. Eating them was a pleasure for Kuelan. she would eat them in a more literal sense. The fire shined through the vixen’s hair and seemed to playfully bounce off her shiny catsuit. The sight gave the bound Kuupkik an erection of enormous proportion. Kuelan slowly strutted back to her dog sled which held her prisoner; she noticed his erection: “No way, you, fucking Rabbi dog!” The Eurasian was adamant, there would be absolutely no way at all this putrid Jew-Eskimo was going to lay another hand on her… and certainly, no way he was going to vomit on her again. Eating Candace and Berkeley’s love juices helped lessen the rabbi vomit taste that still haunted her taste buds. Still, Kuelan Herce knew she would taste that vomit until she successfully sacrificed the creep to those pesky Buddhist deities: “I hope your limbs are numb and gangrene ridden, you, fucking rabbi dog!” Kuupkik was only aroused by the vixen’s insults. The mad rabbi was assured by his deities that he would rape her again. “Fucking Chinese whore! Cut these ropes, strip, and hold your ankles, I’m gonna explore your anus before you eat my dick again,” said Kuupkik, paraphrasing an old Eskimo warchant. “Chinese! Fuck you! I’m not a fucking gook! How dare you!” Kuelan Herce’s retort only served to amuse her prisoner. Kuupkik was sure his verbal domination of the slut helped to arouse her. Herce was becoming nauseous and decided to shut up her prisoner. Still bound tightly with yellow nylon rope, Kuupkik wasn’t a threat. Kuelan hopped onto her sled and straddled her future sacrificial lamb. In her right hand was a big metal janitor’s bucket filled with the cooked innards of the two former UCLA cheerleaders. Not wanting to give Kuupkik the satisfaction of eating two blonde beauties, she was sure he would get off on that, she lied to him: “Here, you eat, bear meet.”
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Famished, Kuupkik obeyed. He chewed and swallowed quickly. Kuelan Herce fed him rapidly hoping he would choke. He didn’t. After eating all of what remained of the two UCLA beauties, Kuupkik let out a weak burp. “Now, drink!” Herce carefully poured the cheerleader blood at the bottom of the bucket into Kuupkik’s mouth: “Bear blood.” “Bear huh? Tasted like human!” Kuupkik had tasted enough fertile twenty something beauties to know what hot blondes tasted like. “You fucking dog rabbi,” Kuelan Herce was proud of her new insulting phrase, “that’s your last meal before I gut you!” “Strip now you Chink-slut and grab those ankles, here I come!” Kuupkik was being told by Amarak that he would rape Kuelan Herce in the next few minutes. Angata was whispering to him to make it vicious and probing, the Buddhist slut needed punishment. “You wish, you rabbi dog!” Kuelan Herce was almost amused by Kuupkik’s false sense of authority. She would have laughed at her prey, but the lingering odor of Eskimo vomit still emanated from her windpipe. Herce slid off her dog sled and began caressing her breasts through her tight cat-suit: “I bet you’d like a piece of me.” The vixen spit at the rabbi, but this only turned him on. “You’ll never…” The Eurasian didn’t finish the sentence as thousands of volts of electricity raced through her body. From the sky, Kuupkik heard Amarak scream: “Now!”
Chapter 14: Kiana Park Lee Samsung had the best whores in all of Seoul. After all, he paid the best. Serving men, and of late, women who desired deviant death and sex fantasies, the funeral home was a well-known brothel to Seoul’s elite. CEOs of Fortune 500 companies, high ranking politicians, and military generals all frequented his establishment.
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One customer in particular was a great Korean patriot, Seoul’s chief of police, Kim BooRyong, more familiarly known as Chief Boo. Chief Boo was a civil servant at heart with over 33 years in the Seoul Police Department. He was by no means a wealthy man. Still, he always had access to Samsung’s best whores. Samsung was a practical man and running a brothel successfully meant keeping the local police chief, in this case Chief Boo, happy. Thus, Chief Boo was always fixed up with the best whore Samsung Funeral and Cremation Services had to offer… Kiana Park. Kiana Park’s curse was that she was a hopeless nymphomaniac. Sex acts several times a day were her elixir. At one time she hosted and performed Korea’s top-rated morning aerobics show. Her gyrations and pulsations entertained horny men and adolescents every day at 7:00 am. The beauty always wore sultry and shiny aerobic leotards. She would moan and groan in ecstasy as the work-out routines played out on TV. Kiana Park met Lee Samsung as her show was being cancelled due to extra attention by South Korea’s Broadcasting Standards Board. Lee made her an offer to be his highest paid whore with freedom to create her own acts and get-ups. Keeping the Seoul Police uninterested in the activities of Samsung Funeral and Cremation Services was of paramount importance. Kiana Park and Lee agreed that keeping Chief Boo happy was a good way to do just that. Every month, always on the 15th, Kiana Park would spend three hours with Chief Boo. Chief Boo was most deviant and heavily into BDSM and suffocation. Kiana Park was also into these, and much more. Kiana Park would spend much of the three hours either hogtied or chained up. Chief Boo was very potent, and Kiana’s nymphomania would always be satisfied. He would always leave Kiana, after the threehour session, sweaty, slightly bruised, out of breath, and almost unconscious. Chief Boo was becoming suspicious. He always went to Samsung’s funeral home to meet Kiana. This time Kiana had contacted him. She claimed Mr. Samsung had a special treat for him.
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Kuelan Herce saw Mayor Sin standing over her again. She prayed to Daichi Tengri to deliver her from this vile man. Herce didn’t see Kuupkik swing the machete but did see Mayor Sin’s head propel toward the heavens as a strong spurt of his warm blood sprayed her nude and bruised body. The biting cold temperatures that made her nipples rock hard gave way to a warming sensation. Fresh human blood dripped down her entire torso: “Gross!” she yelled. Mayor Sin’s body tipped over like a felled tree in the forest. “Shit!” The appearance of Kuupkik shocked Kuelan Herce. Still throbbing and bruised, she knew what was coming: “No!!!” Kuupkik needed to be obedient to the gods. Planting his seed into this demon was necessary. He leapt on his prey. His very erect man organ shot into Kuelan Herce and began pulsating, thrusting, and exploding. The ecstasy felt by Kuupkik on this particular conquest was having an effect on his dinner. Kuelan Herce again screamed in orgasmic ecstasy. Her mouth opened wide, again making a perfect circle. The unfortunate cheerleader duo was about to mete out some revenge. The innards of Candace and Berkeley were now on their way up. Kuupkik’s man organ was having a field day on the humiliated Kuelan Herce. The red vixen’s mouth opened wide in time for Kuupkik to projectile vomited cheerleader innards into it. As the cheerleader innards shot into Kuelan Herce’s mouth and down her windpipe and esophagus, Kuupkik passed out. Spitting up and coughing, Kuelan Herce’s first words after her latest humiliating defeat were: “Fucking gross!” The Eurasian beauty ignored her throbbing pain; she slid out from under the passed out Kuupkik. Next, she dragged him back to the sled and tied him up again. She used snow to clean herself off as best as she could. She, then, put her undies and red catsuit on again. No more time to waste: “Mush you bitches!” With that, her malamutes sprang into action pulling her sled onto the ice-covered Arctic Ocean due northward.
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Chapter 16: Good-bye Ellie Douglas Lee Samsung knew the gig was up. Kiana Park never returned from the luxury suite he booked. This could only mean one thing; Chief Boo was onto them and Kiana Park was no more. He tried not to think of how horrible Kiana’s last moments were. The funeral home director knew Chief Boo had ways of making people talk. At this moment 230 police vehicles, from squad cars and SWAT vans, to mobile command posts, were headed to Lee’s funeral home. In minutes a small war would commence. “Don’t worry, I got this!” Ellie Douglas had enjoyed getting to know her new buddies. Even the ditz Bri had grown on her. The Australian soldier knew what she had to do. “Here… take this too.” Lee handed Ellie a 50 caliber Gatling gun. Ellie smiled. Already armed with two M4 rifles, four CANIK 9 mm pistols, four GLOCK .40 caliber handguns, a hunting dagger, and several clips to reload each of those weapons, the Gatling gun made her smile. “Don’t tell them I’ve gone until you hear the shooting.” Ellie wasn’t into goodbyes and didn’t want to face her new friends. She knew she would shed tears and definitely didn’t want her new friends to see that. Talon, Miss Ha, and Bri wouldn’t let her go but going to face the enemy alone was the only way to save her new buddies. “Tell them I love them, and I will see them again.” Both Ellie and Lee knew there would never be a reunion. Both had tears in their eyes. “Okay, open the doors!” Lee opened the doors. The heavily armed Ellie Douglas ran into the street to face the entire Seoul police force. Twenty seconds later the shooting began.
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“They grabbed me, they pawed at me and I couldn’t get away…” Bri was enjoying her story/fantasy and Kim was eager to put his arms around her. “Then, one pygmy grabbed one of my legs, another pygmy grabbed the other one and they pulled and pulled; my legs were spread so far apart, it hurt so much.” “Wait!” Kim really was paying attention, “I thought you said they were aborigines.” Bri was on a roll; she didn’t appreciate the interruption: “What the fuck is the difference! I was on the ground and my legs were spread wide open. The two pygmies, or aborigines, or whatever the fuck they were, started spitting at my groin and the little chief showed up…” Bri had to remind herself she had a specific job to do and getting off on her deviant fantasy wasn’t it. Kim was entranced. He embraced the victimized Brisbane Belle. “Hold me, Kim! I’m traumatized.” Bri long ago noticed the combat dagger strapped to Kim’s belt. As the Brisbane Belle bellowed with dramatic sobbing, Kim cooed into her ears: “Hush, my sweet!” Bri lifted the dagger from its holster. “I’m here now, no pygmy, er… aborigine will ever harm….” Those were Kim’s last words on this side of eternity. The burly Korean patriot bled profusely out of his new neck wound. He keeled over onto the floor boards in the front of the truck. Kim’s warm blood felt so good on Bri’s body; it excited her. Still holding the now bloodsoaked dagger she continued her story: “The chief, I think his name was Kamayamaya, Chief Kamayamaya had this long totem pole thing carved like a penis. It must have been four feet long and the pygmies kept my legs spread and…” As Bri bathed in Kim’s blood, 19 horny North Korean soldiers were worked up into a frenzy attempting to shove their hands up Miss Ha’s groin: “One at a time boys, okay, maybe two at a time then…” Miss Ha wanted to be accommodating, after all, these soldiers were seconds away from dying horribly.
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Just like that mangy squid monster that tormented her in Brisbane, the 19 soldiers discarded Talon Goh off to the back of the truck. Even before Kim pulled away from that school in the transport truck, the Asian vixen noticed the rusty machete on the inside wall of the truck. Miss Ha moaned. She moaned a lot and Talon Goh nonchalantly pulled off the machete. 19 soldiers tried cramming into the stewardess, Talon Goh began swinging. She swung like a mad woman taking out a lifetime worth of frustrations. She thought of that squid thing that raped her. She thought of the drooling mutants that raped her. She thought of the Swedish stewardesses that pissed on her face and the nymphomaniac podiatrist that kept her in bondage… She thought of that White Silk Scotch spokesmodel that humiliated her, those nuns and priests who raped and tortured her… yep, Talon Goh was back and would show no mercy. Severed arms and heads flew. Blood sprayed. Castrations abounded, and within two minutes Goh came back down to equilibrium. Miss Ha’s soft voice cooed: “Talon dear, it’s me, Miss Ha. Talon my sweet, it is okay, we’re fine!” Talon Goh, completely covered in North Korean blood looked at Miss Ha who was holding two North Korean penises: “Miss Ha?” She began to cry uncontrollably. Miss Ha lunged for her friend and embraced her. She hugged tight. Talon Goh cried for a few more minutes. “There, there my love, it’s okay. We’ll get to Vladivostok and there will be no more suffering, no more pain, no more gang rapes and humiliations… that is, of course, unless you’re the one doing them.” Talon Goh knew she needed to have her A-game back as the next 24 hours was going to be the most difficult part of their escape plan. “Now, should we go get Bri? I can hear her up front, something about a pygmy dildo, let’s go see what that is all about.” The two blood splattered beauties had to be careful getting out of the truck. Loose intestines and other internal organs littered its floor.
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Miss Ha, now holding Talon’s hand, led her to the front cab. They were both eager to see their friend. The Brisbane Belle did not see her pals’ approach. They appeared at the driver’s side window. Miss Ha and Talon peered in. They saw Bri was rapidly massaging her groin with her right hand and fondling her left breast with her left hand while screaming: “Yes chief! I’ve been bad! Sacrifice me! I’m yours. Shove it in all the way!” Both Asian beauties made a mental note to ask Bri, at a later date, about this particular fantasy.
Chapter 25: Billings A godforsaken shithole! Sergei Kulenko had actually volunteered for this duty. His twoyear assignment put him dead center in the town of Billings, on the north coast of Siberia. Standing at the seashore, if he looked left, he would cast his eyes upon the Chukchi Sea. If he took a glimpse to his right, he would be viewing the East Siberian Sea. Still, Billings was a shithole! Of course, all of Siberia was a shithole. The burly Russian stood six foot seven. His muscular frame had him tipping the scales at 230 pounds. The 45-year-old beast of a man was indeed a beast, especially to women. In Vladivostok he had raped seven foreign businesswomen. He stayed away from the Russian ladies as they all had moles on their faces with a hair growing out of it. Because the women were foreign, the police were investigating. Sergei needed sex. He also needed beautiful women to beg him for their lives. By day, the fiend was a meteorologist. In that capacity he studied jet streams and water temperatures at different weather stations around Russia. By night? Well, he became monster-man, or so he was dubbed by the local press in Vladivostok. His latest kill was Anna Gruner, a Berlin cosmetics industry executive. While taking a luxury bath in her luxury hotel suite, she met the monster. Sergei kicked in her door, charged into her bathroom, dove into her tub, and almost drowned the German beauty. Just before Gruner lost conscious, he pulled her out of the tub. THE VIXEN OF VLADIVOSTOK
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Chapter 26: Pyongyang Miss Ha was anxious to meet up with her new husband. Lee Samsung had assured her that Vlad would be safer travelling legally back to Vladivostok, instead of with three international fugitives across perilous borders. North Korea creeped her out. This was the land which tortured and imprisoned her grandfather. Vladivostok would have to wait just a little longer. In Miss Ha’s world, at least her new world, revenge and vengeance continually beckoned. Her two best friends Bri and Talon Goh had helped her wipe out a North Korean army unit. The trio seemed to have a lot of fun doing it. She never dreamed her two friends would also volunteer to assist in her next endeavor… wipe out Moranbong and deflate the morale of all North Korean citizens. “We’re in!” Talon Goh was adamant. Bri profusely nodded her head. “We’ll dissect and spread their entrails all over the streets of Pyongyang.” Miss Ha began to cry. Never had she had such dear friends like Talon and Bri. “Then off to Tokyo to do the same to Shonen Knife,” Bri added excitedly. “No!” Miss Ha and Talon Goh answered in unison. Dejectedly, Bri sulked: “Okay, fine.” Miss Ha took a tender tone as Bri tended to be sensitive: “That’s okay, my love. Maybe Shonen Knife in a few months, but surely you can understand my desire to be with my new husband, and in his arms, as soon as possible.” Bri’s sulking turned into a loving demeanor: “Oh! So sweet! Yes! Yes! Pyongyang now, and then in a few months… Tokyo!” Miss Ha and Talon Goh giggled. They both embraced their blonde friend; their naked bodies rubbed against each other and Goh realized they should find some clothes: “Hey, I know they are all stained with blood, but we can salvage some of them and make some nice camouflaged get ups.” Miss Ha and Bri, who surveyed the soldier corpses, nodded. THE VIXEN OF VLADIVOSTOK
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90 minutes later, with some makeshift needles and thread, all three beauties were clad in very tight, blood-stained military get ups. Talon Goh took charge: “Each of you grab a machete, a rifle, a handgun, and two grenades… wait… Bri, only one grenade for you.” “I want two grenades! If Miss Ha gets two, I want two!” Bri was inflexible. Talon Goh knew Bri was the more impulsive. Since there were only five grenades to go around, it might be best to limit her to one. Miss Ha had learned to work with Bri and keep her calm: “My dear Bri, you have the best aim and the best skill with a machete. For the safety of Talon and I, do you mind if we each carry a second grenade?” Bri bit, “Ohhhh! Yes of course. But when we go to Tokyo to annihilate Shonen Knife, I want two grenades.” Miss Ha gave her a tender smile: “Of course, my love. Thank you.” Talon Goh continued: “We have a 150-kilometer drive that will take three and a half hours. We should be in Pyongyang in time for their concert.” Both Bri and Miss Ha wondered how she knew that but figured it was best not to ask. Goh was very familiar with Pyongyang. She even had the underground subway and sewer routes memorized. Four years ago, the mercenary was paid one-million U.S. dollars to assassinate one of Kim Jong-un’s mistresses. The sultry South Korean actress paid a monthly visit to the dictator. Shin Ye-jin would be smuggled into North Korea once a month and she would have deviant BDSM sex with the little leader. Always clad in leather and carrying a whip, Shin would start out as the dominatrix and eventually allow Kimmy (as she called him) to overpower her and tie her up. Shin didn’t mind being bruised and bitten. Ladies like her were hard to find. Unfortunately for Shin, a sultry Hong Kong actress, Vivian Lau was jealous. Vivian was accustomed to monthly checks from the dictator for her sexual services. When Kim Jong-un stopped summoning her, she hired a private detective in Seoul. This detective specialized in all matters Pyongyang. He found out why.
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The private eye reported back; The dictator had found another actress that floated his boat… and dick. Vivian, a very jealous woman, decided that Shin would have to die, and die horribly. Vivian’s Hong Kong intelligence buddies informed her that the best woman for the job was a mercenary named Talon Goh. Before her failures in Brisbane and before her days as an international porn star, Talon Goh had the reputation as a mercenary for hire who never failed. Vivian summoned her. In her Hong Kong penthouse, she was instantly taken with Talon Goh… Goh was used to this. “Talon Goh,” Vivian ogled her while licking her lips. Goh was wearing a black leather and very tight cocktail dress. “I was going to offer you a half million U.S. dollars to kill a Korean actress.” Talon Goh accepted right away but Vivian held up her right hand: “I will change the offer!” Vivian continued licking her lips. She was clad only in a white silk robe. “I will make it a million U.S. dollars, if you slap me around and rape the snot out of me.” Talon Goh complied, again, she was used to offers like this. Men and women always found her hard to resist. Goh was on Vivian instantly; she threw the Hong Kong beauty across the room, pulled Vivian’s silk robe off and tore it into strips. With these strips, she hogtied the Hong Kong actress, then, ripped off her own panties and shoved them in Vivian’s mouth. The mercenary grabbed Vivian’s long black hair and dragged her into the bedroom. After cutting the silk ties, she tied the four limbs of the actress to different bedposts. Talon Goh shoved her fingers into the jealous actress’ groin. Vivian moaned; she was helpless. Talon tortured and raped her for the next two hours. “Give me two weeks and Shin will be in pieces, take my word for it.” Talon Goh was putting her cocktail dress back on and Vivian was catching her breath. “I want her to suffer!” Vivian was obstinate.
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“She will.” Talon was looking forward to torturing a sultry movie actress… something about torturing beautiful actresses just brightened up Talon’s days. Under phony papers Talon Goh caught a flight from Shanghai into Pyongyang. Under the name Jade Xu, she checked into the same luxury hotel that Shin stayed at. The rest was easy. With a week until Shin’s arrival, Jade Xu studied the sewers and subway tunnels, plotting her escape. Then she arrived, the beautiful and sultry Shin Ye-jin. Glowing and dressed to the hilts, her skintight suede dress highlighted her buttocks and breasts. With 15 bags, seven bellhops assisted her to a suite. She tipped each one handsomely and when they departed, she ran a hot bath in her luxury bathroom. The huge tub would take more than 15 minutes to fill up. Shin found a floor to ceiling mirror near her king-sized bed. The mistress/actress loved admiring herself in the mirror. Since she was not going to see Kimmy until after midnight, Shin had time to satisfy herself. Shin’s hand began caressing her entire torso and breasts through her tight dress. Soft moans emanated from her mouth. Shin’s tongue began licking her lips. Shin’s eyes were shut but she decided to open them to catch a glimpse of herself, aroused and moist. The actress’ first sight was of her nipples protruding through the tight dress. The sultry mistress then noticed something else… a leather clad vixen standing just behind her. “Who the fuck are you!?” Shin was startled and angry. Talon Goh was fast. She shoved Shin’s head into the mirror, shattering it. The impact caused a deep gash on Shin’s forehead and one on her left cheek. “My face! Look what you did to my face!” Shin was incensed and angry at the plastic surgery she would need. “You fucking…” Shin never got the word “cunt” out as Talon picked her up and flung her against an opposite wall. The impact caused the mountain landscaping paintings to fall to the floor.
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Shin was stunned but very conscious. Talon spoke: “If you want to live, get that dress off… now!” Talon Goh was lying, of course, Shin would not live. Not knowing this, Shin undid a hidden zipper and peeled off her tight suede dress. Wearing no stockings, just a shiny white thong and thin laced bra, Talon realized this afternoon was going to be fun. Shin began to shake, oblivious to the blood pouring from her head, down her shoulders, breasts and torso. The actress also began crying. Goh was turned on. She felt sorry for the pathetic actress. Still, a million U.S. dollars was hard to pass up. She also knew Vivian wanted Shin to suffer. This was, of course, nothing personal against Shin, as far as Talon Goh was concerned; just business. The actress was paralyzed with fright. Goh moved in and injected her with a Haitian voodoo drug. Shin was now legitimately paralyzed but still very aware and cognizant with all her senses. The drug took effect immediately. Talon Goh cut off Shin’s bra and panties. Only Shin’s eyes could move, and they were filled with tears. “This is from Vivian, oh yeah, she says: Burn! You, motherfucking bitch!” Goh lit the blow torch and began on Shin’s toes. 25 minutes later, Shin was still alive though every ounce of skin she had was burned off or bubbling. “Still alive, huh?” The smell was unbearable, so Talon decided to end it. She walked over to the bar, grabbed an icepick and walked back. “Vivian says she’ll see you in hell, whore!” With that, the mercenary slid the icepick into Shin’s left ear, or what was left of it, and pierced her brain. Finally, Shin died. The smoke detectors finally screamed and Goh escaped into the sewers. “We’re here! Pyongyang!” Bri’s words snapped Talon Goh back into the present. Bri was driving and followed the signs nicely. “Use that exit for the concert hall.” Talon was ready. She felt sorry for the ladies of Moranbong, in 20 minutes, they would all die horribly.
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A particular bank in Zurich even had one high level banker solely assigned to Vlad. Nothing in the reports surprised Vlad. He was mildly saddened to learn of the bloody demise of Moranbong. At one time he had planned to visit Pyongyang and have sexual deviant orgies with most of their vocalists and other musicians. However, since meeting Miss Ha, he desired only deviant sex with her, and no one else. He also knew that Miss Ha, Bri, and Talon Goh were responsible for the carnage… he did wonder if the trio were able to rape any of them before killing them. Before being driven to the Russian embassy in Seoul, and then to Inchon’s airport, Lee Samsung assured mankind’s new best friend Miss Ha would be in his arms, in Vladivostok, in a few days. Given his bride was in Pyongyang last night, he estimated she and her two buddies would hit the North Korean-Russian border by lunchtime. The border in question was about 475 Kilometers from Pyongyang. Vlad could not even imagine the bloody carnage that would occur at the border and felt sorry for the North Korean and Russian troops that manned it. Once the carnage ended, Miss Ha and her buddies could be on The Potemkin II within 90 minutes. He also wondered if Miss Ha would also like to do an orgy to include the two of them and Bri and Talon Goh. Mankind’s new best friend wanted everyone to be happy. The Port of Vladivostok was quiet. Vlad had no intention of taking out The Potemkin II as most of the ships, especially fishing vessels, weren’t coming back. A mysterious and silent fishing vessel, Xiangheilin-6, silently arrived and berthed next to the yacht’s starboard’s side. Vlad continued to peer off the port side of his yacht and engage in deviant daydreams about lewd sexual acts and orgies. The bloodstained deck of this fishing vessel was a mysterious clue to the fact that no crewmembers were on the vessel. What was on the vessel would soon put on a horror show for mankind’s new best friend and threaten to violate the beautiful.
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Vlad had no concept of the horrific events about to unfold before his eyes. At this moment, he was joyful and aroused by the thought of Miss Ha, Bri, Talon Goh, and him taking a shower together on his yacht. He ripped up the intel reports he was holding in his hand and dropped them overboard into the harbor. All he needed to do was to wait. Wait, perhaps a few hours, or at most, six hours. Meanwhile, on board the Xiangheilin-6, something else was waiting. Something in need for Talon Goh. This time, it would not be distracted by other pretty faces. This time Goh would not escape. She would be conquered, violated, and turned into a toy of submission for the rest of her life. In just a few hours, this thing would finally be united with the siren that had eluded him so many times. Back on The Potemkin II, Vlad was startled back into reality. An ungodly shriek filled the air and pierced his eardrums: “What the Hell was that!” Vlad muttered to no one in particular. He tried to tell himself it was a whale that had wandered into the harbor, but deep down, he knew it wasn’t a whale, or any creature known to mankind. His thoughts of deviant sex and marital blissed were now invaded by a creeping sense of danger. He then whispered: “Hurry up my darling wife, I want to be with you now.”
Chapter 29: The Vixen in Red Arrives They were burly and horny. Russian dames in Vladivostok were homely and always fat. Their libidos were about to explode. In their guard shack at the entrance of The Port of Vladivostok, Igor, Andreii, Alexander, and Igor spent most of their time reading porn. Foreign porn magazines from Japan and the U.S. helped them pass the time. The quartet read and imagined a world of beautiful women, not Siberian beasts. This day had presented a bit of a deviance. None of the four heard the monstrous howl that emanated through the port. THE VIXEN OF VLADIVOSTOK
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His new sense was on a countdown… 600 kilometers… 500 kilometers… 400 kilometers… 300 kilometers… Talon Goh was nearing. Rask assumed she wanted him as much as he wanted her. True love! Romance in the cross-species community! What could be more exciting? His new organs were erect and were larger than they had ever been in his anticipation. His journey was now a journey of love and unification. After impregnating the 31 blonde beauties, his job in Australia was complete. Rask’s next job would be to ingest the Asian mercenary and rape her continually forever. Rask was a generous being. He (or, it) knew she wanted this violation… what woman wouldn’t? Originally Rask headed north toward the Arctic region of Europe. Talon Goh had been imprisoned and tortured there. He intended to liberate her. Swimming north, it sped through the South China Sea and the East China Sea. The food was abundant… then a change of plans. Rask reached the Sea of Japan, directly between Busan and Hiroshima, when his mutant man organs began going crazy. Talon Goh! He saw what Goh saw. He felt what Goh felt. He smelled what Goh smelled. The Asian beauty was now part of him, and she was on the move. Talon Goh kept mentioning Vladivostok in her conversations… so Vladivostok it was… new destination set. Northward he pursued, then he saw it. Between Tokyo and Seoul, a Russian fishing vessel. Perfect. With enough humans on board to feed him for a day and a half, Rask headed toward the ill-fated vessel.
Chapter 31: Keanu To the credit of Sergeant Irving Wojchehowski, he really was a spitting image of Keanu Reeves. Most women ignored this. Kiwi babes bypassed him in favor of captains and colonels… after all, the pay for an army sergeant was minimal. The New Zealand armed forces had undergone a transition.
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Foremost, concerning this transition, Sergeant Wojchehowski would now be known as Keanu. Not Sgt. Keanu… just Keanu. The combat unit currently stationed in New Zealand’s northern tip, Cape Reingu, would be the strategic epicenter of the rebellion. The burly and usually sweaty Keanu had seized control of the Kiwi armed forces as their officer corps decided to stay loyal to Prime Minister Erskine Bowles. The dweeb PM decided to follow Australia’s example in combating the apocalypse. Now Australia was no more, and New Zealand was fast heading into extinction. Erskine Bowles had mandated the Kiwi military put down their weapons and old-fashioned attitudes. Next, Bowles mandated the military to aggressively pursue existing recycling and carbon reduction programs. When sultry Kiwi women were dragged into the sea by weird creatures, Keanu acted. As special assistant to the beautiful Colonel Jessica, he made his move. Colonel Jessica wore her uniform extremely tight. Because of this Kiwi vixen’s penchant to sleep with prime ministers’ and their secretaries, Jessica was given a leadership role in saving New Zealand. She followed orders well. The babe in green ordered all troops to lay down their guns, banned gas fill-ups after sundown, and ordered the arrest of all citizens placing aluminum cans in standard trash receptacles. Keanu was a patriot and would not tolerate the annihilation of New Zealand. In just a few days, if the invading evil wasn’t countered, no more Kiwi babes would exist. Whatever had come to New Zealand shores was hungry for babes… and so was Keanu. Colonel Jessica had just smeared on some strawberry lip gloss. Keanu entered and she licked her lips. Keanu hated to do it, but Colonel Jessica had to be neutralized in order to save New Zealand. Besides, if he didn’t do it, a slimy creature would invade her orifices in a matter of days. “Sgt. Wojchehowski! Were you able to secure any more recycling bins?” That was the last order she ever gave Keanu. With a vicious right cross to the face of his Colonel, Keanu leveled her. Colonel Jessica hit the floor; Keanu leapt on top of her.
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Her skin-tight skirt prevented her from kicking with any momentum. Keanu’s hands strangled the life out of the military beauty. Her shiny black high heels eventually stopped flailing back and forth. The babe colonel was no more. 1200 enlisted men waited outside Colonel Jessica’s quarters; Keanu stepped out to address them. To raucous cheering he announced: “Viva New Zealand! Today we take our country back!” The hordes began chanting: “Keanu! Keanu!” With the demise of Colonel Jessica, Prime Minister Bowles had lost the loyalty of his military. Keanu made a call to Wellington and troops, there, arrested Bowles and his secretaries. 1200 troops at his immediate command reclaimed their guns and filled up their vehicles. Keanu threw Colonel Jessica’s body out the back door of her (now his) command quarters. He wondered if the invading creatures would invade her corpse: “Nothing is going to stop me now. I am Keanu!” Wham! Everything went white. Keanu hit the floor where he would lay unconscious for several minutes. “I am Ellie Douglas! Meet my shovel, you, bitch! Now, you work for me!” Ellie Douglas wasn’t in a good mood. She had recently wiped out two South Korean platoons and a Seoul Police Department precinct. She was about to seduce Colonel Jessica and slit her throat before this hunk walked in. Her escape from Asia was a story in and of itself. However, with the demise of Australia, she picked a new homeland. New Zealand was under attack and Ellie Douglas wasn’t going to allow the creatures to overtake it. She would task Keanu as her right-hand man and love toy, when he came back to consciousness.
Chapter 32: The Friendship Bridge Run The slaughter of Moranbong sparked a chain reaction. Kim Jong-un was furious and fired 44 missiles at Japan.
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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 1724 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 fifth novel, The Vixen Of Vladivostok. He also spends a significant portion of his year in the American mid-west, visiting his son in Wisconsin. As of a couple of months ago, his son moved to Wisconsin and was in Topeka, Kansas for over 3 years. Christopher’s visits to Kansas inspired his third novel, Abilene-The 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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