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Epilogue (5 years later)
The "Les Dolcett" was once again docked by wharf of Nick's private island. Mr. Moto was Nick's oldest and biggest client, but far from his only one now. The island had developed into a thriving business for Nick and his compatriots. They all had more money than they knew what to do with, but they all enjoyed what they did so much they couldn't give it up.
The compound had more than tripled in size and the cellblocks were always full. Nick no longer lived on the yacht, he had built a large mansion on the leeward side of the island, as had Sam and Dr. Dunn.
After five years Vicky had become a very good pet. She was always by her master's side, and was as devoted to her master as a pet can be. And although she was no longer his only pet, she was his favorite and probably always would be. And like most favorite pets Vicky led a pampered life although she had to live it like a dog.
Upon arriving at the island Mr. Moto told Nick that he had a special surprise for him. Nick liked surprises.
Mr. Moto's crew had been all day digging four holes in grounds and erecting strange structures that spanned each hole. Finally some one realized they making four barbeque pits.
The following day Mr. Moto's crew filled the pits with logs and set them afire. As the wood become consumed in the flames the crew tended each pit breaking up the logs into smaller embers and spreading them evenly throughout the pit adding more logs as needed.
When the pits were ready Mr. Moto summoned everyone to the "Les Dolcett", "Now for big surprise. You no doubt guessed we plan Barbeque. Now I show you what we barbeque."
As Mr. Moto talked two of his crew began leading a huge Kobe cow down the plank one crewman led the beast by the ring in it's nose the other was dressed like a Samurai. Following behind came another crewman and another Samurai, but instead of the huge cow, however, they led a woman also by the ring in her nose. Another crewman and Samurai led another woman down the plank and finally a fourth crewman and Samurai led another huge Kobe cow down the plank.
Now the four crewmen and Samurai arrange this strange menagerie for all to view.
Nick was the first on the scene with Vicky right by his side. He was drawn immediately to the two women. They were attractive women with firm bodies, but they looked bigger or meatier than most women. As he studied the two women he finally stared into the face of the second one.
Nick yelled, "Sam come over here quick. Sam am I dreaming or does this one look familiar."
Sam studied the face for a while then slapped Nick on the back and yelled, "Hey Roger come on over here and take a look at this."
Roger couldn't believe his eyes.
Vicky sidled up next to Nick wondering what had got her master so excited. Then she saw the sad pathetic face of her friend Kat, and for the first time in years she cried.
Sam cried out, "Look guys it's old 15, she
still brings back some great memories in men's barracks."
The face of 15 was expressionless, it was the face of one resigned to her fate.
Mr. Moto arrived, "Good surprise no. She bred like Kobe five years, fed grain and beer, massage daily, now she ready for cook. I bring cow you too squeamish eat human."
Nick whispered to Sam and Roger, "I always knew he was a weird bird, but I never suspected this."
Mr. Moto signaled the crew and they paraded the odd menagerie through the compound to the four infernos in the ground.
The two cows were led up first, the two Samurai positioned themselves next to their beast withdrew their swords and in unison severed the huge heads each with one quick and deadly stroke.
Several crewmen arrived and removed the cows to be flayed and readied for the pit.
Mr. Moto looked at Nick, "You like other one too, she lawyer try arrest me six year go."
Nick smiled and nodded.
Now the two women were prepared, the remaining two Samurai took up their positions. But before they did their jobs the other Samurai arrived each carrying a long barbeque spit. They positioned themselves directly behind the two women with their spit poised above an anus.
On a signal from Mr. Moto the two spit bearers began to drive their objects home. Slowly, but forcefully, the spit was worked through the two expressionless women. When the spit neared each victims throat a crewmen grabbed the head of victim aligning it for a smooth passage. The spit slowly worked its way out each woman's mouth.
Now the Samurai who had been propelling the spit through the women's bodies withdrew the spit just enough to be at the base of the throat. The two Samurai near the victims' heads drew their swords and with the same precision and unison swoosh the two heads fell from their bodies.
Crewmen quickly gathered up the fallen heads and ran them back to "Les Dolcett". The Samurai quickly drew their smaller blades slashed open the abdomens of the two victims and removed their entrails. The spits were now driven all the way through the two victims, their arms bound behind them and their ankles bound to the spit. Their abdomens were stuffed with savory herbs then crudely stitched up. They were ready for the fire.
The four carcasses were place above the coals and began to roast. The chefs taking care to baste and rotate as needed.
"My friends, they cook long time, let us make business."
The ritual of the whole thing enthralled the men of the island and they stood transfixed by the sight of the two humans roasting over the open pit.
Finally Nick said to the group, "Yeah, it must take hours. Lets go on up to the house, have some drinks and talk some business."
The roasting continued all afternoon. The men would find reasons to go down and watch the slowly turning women as they roasted.
When the feast was finally ready everyone stood drooling about the pit. The men of the island were anxious to try a taste of 15. But they all lined up for the beef when it 0a
.ctually came time to eat.
Nick and Sam, however, were not bashful about trying something different, and both seemed quite satisfied with the portions they received. Nick even went back for seconds.
Mr. Moto feasted exclusively on the former lawyer.
When nothing of the feast was left but a few soup bones and some scraps destined for the watchdogs the party moved back to Nick's palatial mansion for cigars and single malt scotch.
As the men sat around, they savored their Romeo y Juliets from Cuba with their tumblers full of Glenlevit. Mr. Moto had one more surprise for Nick. Two of Mr. Moto's crewmen arrived each carrying a large mahogany box. The boxes had shiny brass fixtures and were polished to a glossy sheen.
He presented the two boxes to Nick.
Nick opened the two boxes. Mr. Moto did not receive the shocked expression he had expected. Nick had suspected something like this when the two heads were so quickly gathered up once severed.
Mr. Moto had the two heads stuffed and mounted on plaques by his personal taxidermist. "Nick these represent your formal initiation and acceptance into our rather restricted society. Welcome, it is a pleasure doing business with you."
Nick accepted the two trophies, "I have just the place for these, right over there above the mantle."
A week later both trophies hung on the wall above the mantle. One had a small brass plate at the bottom with an inscription that read, "Curiosity Killed the Kat"
The End
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