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Help Wanted - Chapter 16
After my near death experience at Casa Diablo I was eager for a little vacation until I took a peek into my account at the bank. There was barely enough to pay the rent and keep me in good bourbon. I got the latest issues of every newsletter that needed my type of services, even ones that normally I use for other things besides reading. The market was down across the board and the specter of having to actually work for a living at some kind of a job completely on the up and up loomed in my very near future. Then something happened that was so out of the ordinary it reminded me of those Greek plays where everything got screwed up royally and the only way out for the poor authors was to have some god come down from the heavens in the final act and restore order. How do I know such things? It beats me at times. Being blessed or cursed with a memory that won't quit has a lot to do with it. Enough about my magical powers, let's get back to the good stuff.
Usually I get a letter or in rare cases a phone call from potential clients who either read my ads or know of me from mouth to mouth. So it was that two days after realizing my coffers were nearly barren, there came a knocking at my door and it wasn't the raven either. I checked the visitor out through my peephole, since my address is a very well kept secret for obvious reasons. I found myself staring into the face of one of the most beautiful Chinese babes I'd ever laid eyes on. That was enough for me to ask who she was and why was she beating on my door. Without batting an eyelash, which may have been real, she responded that she wanted to speak to me on a matter that was most confidential. I asked her to step back from the door and hold her arms out from her sides so I could check her out for firearms. Her movie star face broke into a small smile and her black, almond-shaped eyes seemed to glitter with amusement at my rather impertinent request. I was not smiling, being too busy licking my chops over this awesome morsel that the gods had dropped from the heavens.
I let her inside and quickly shut the door behind her. I could smell her perfume; something tasteful and no doubt very expensive. While my nose was working on that aspect of my visitor, my eyes were darting from one set of goodies to another. She was stacked and it all looked real. I guess I gawked too much and her smile got a little icy. To recover and reestablish my alpha dog primacy, something else that popped from the collection of odds and ends that lived in the crevices of my brain, I asked if she would mind if I patted her down for weapons. Her reply made my eyes light up like Times Square on New Year's Eve.
Without so much as a "by your leave", she began unbuttoning her perfectly tailored jacket. I almost lost my cool and reached out to take it from her long nailed but delicate hands. Then I assumed my hard-boiled persona, pointing to the overstuffed chair I'd been threatening to throw out for the last two years. I watched with my blood pressure rising and my breath growing short as she pulled out the silk blouse from her skirt and added it to the collection. What a set of tits she was revealing! This Asian goddess was wearing a shelf bra of some nearly transparent material and her nipples were drilling holes in the fabric. That bra was overmatched as far as I was concerned. Half her tits, down to just above the nipples, were exposed and what was left of the bra fighting a losing battle against the big firm tits that were stretching the support straps to their limit. When she breathed, I had trouble getting any air into my lungs, so focused was I on those great knockers.
For some crazy reason I thought she was going for a gun when she reached inside her skirt to find the zipper. I whipped out my snub nosed 38 and jammed it against her head before either of us realized what had just happened. My reflexes are pretty good for a guy my age and that plus all my experience gave me an edge on almost anyone. Despite being a second away from having her gorgeous head blown open, she remained a cool customer. I backed off, took a deep breath and told her to keep going but not to move too quickly for obvious reasons. That smile became almost a smirk as she removed her skirt and dropped it over the arm of my ratty chair. She was now down to a white lace trimmed garter belt attached to her dark hose, high heels and a black thong that disappeared between a pair of extremely fat cunt lips. Those pussy bumpers were swollen with blood, an indication to this pervert that she was getting sexually excited. I wondered if I'd be getting lucky before she left.
My visitor still had that half smile-smirk on her beautiful face as she slowly pirouetted to show off the rest of her incredible body. Naturally she did this under the guise that she had nothing to hide, and that was correct. I nearly lost it when she displayed her awesome ass with twin buns that looked round, firm and definitely edible. The contrast between her smooth sallow skin and that black thong buried deep in the crevice that separated her perfect cheeks had me in a strange mood. I couldn't help but think that I was being played like some fish by this beauty. Part of me wanted to throw her on the floor and nail her good. Another part wanted to do it twice. However my head stayed firmly on my shoulders as I remembered that this might be a potential customer, not some goddess who decided to have a quick fling with some earthling just for laughs. Damned if she didn't read my mind.
" Unless you plan on raping me, is it possible I can dress and get down to business? "
The word "business" got me completely out of my trance. I still ogled her as she pulled on her clothing, but other than that I behaved myself. When she came up with a file folder from the leather pouch she had thrown on the chair before stripping, I came to attention. This was definitely a potential customer; I recognized the signs. I was afraid to offer anything from my refrigerator, which was just as well. Soon we were seated at the dented table that was one of my better pieces of furniture. There she fanned the contents of the file folder and my eyes got big, very big, at what I saw. This looked like something right down my alley. On closer examination I was happy that I hadn't had lunch before seeing this material. She on the other hand never batted an eyelash, fake or otherwise.
There were approximately two dozen pictures of a pair of gaunt Asian females of indiscriminate age having all sorts of horrible things being done to them. They looked to be sisters definitely and possibly twins. The agent, that 's the way she identified herself, gave me a quick smile and nodded her head at my observation. She started out with some background that made the pictures more meaningful. One of these females had broken into the mainframe of a Taiwanese corporation doing classified work for the government. Both were picked up at the local airport waiting for a plane to take them to the mainland. Preliminary questioning yielded little information about them or their purpose. Further investigation revealed that they were the daughters of a high-ranking government official on the mainland. This caused all sorts of flags to be raised since it had the makings of a cause celebre.
They had already been through a preliminary interrogation, which produced these pictures. According to my guest, this was only for openers, a softening up session in the vernacular. I took a more careful look at the photographs this time. She watched me like a hawk as I slowly went from one to the next, trying my best not to telegraph my feeling about them. I couldn't help but notice that both had experienced some severe breast torture based on the way their shrunken tits sagged from their chests. She picked up on my reaction to this and added some additional information to stir things up even more.
" They are only seventeen according to the preliminary investigation, and have been held in isolation for the past two and one half weeks. Drugs have been used to keep them awake most of the time so they can be softened up somewhat before more professional interrogators get an opportunity to work on them. They've also had extremely little to eat or drink, which explains their rather emaciated appearance. I see you are interested in the condition of their breasts. First they were injected with a solution that caused them to swell dramatically, causing some serious pain. I'd estimate they went up at least two-cup sizes before they were hooked up to the pumping machine. One was forced to watch as her sister's breasts had almost every drop of moisture sucked from them, a process that took many hours and was extremely painful as the tapes demonstrate. I have copies in my pouch if you are interested. Then the other underwent the same treatment, only much slower and even more painfully. Unlike her sister, she passed out repeatedly, indicating that although they are twins, they have different thresholds and tolerance for pain. If you look carefully, a pattern of tiny blisters can be seen where the actual suctioning took place. "
This was one cool customer as well as being well built and gorgeous. She sure seemed to be out of my league, which was too bad for yours truly. I tapped another set of photographs showing the sisters, naked and hanging by their wrists from a pipe overhead, heavy weights attached to their ankles. There was at best a few inches between the weights and the floor below, so near and yet so far. Each had her head down against her chest, trying as best she could to draw enough air into her lungs, but slowly losing that battle. My guest smiled broadly as I tapped those particular pictures. I ignored her overture and went to the next in the group.
Bad enough not being able to breathe properly, nightmarish if you're also being beaten from head to toe with some kind of a whip that left deep bruises as well as numerous gashes and welts on your bare body. There was a concentration of damage on their sausage shaped tits, which evidently had been pumped more than once by the looks of their extreme flatness and distorted shape. I wondered what they would look like once the more stringent torture began. The final set of photographs showed their backsides. Whatever tore them up did a first class job. I'd rarely seen such damage to an ass as this. They looked like raw meat, glistening from the blood that was still dripping from those swollen buns. There were tiny rivulets of blood making tracings down the backs of their legs and even forming a small pool of crimson beneath their feet.
I sighed and pushed the photographs back to her area of the table; I'd seen enough of this to last me for a long time. She picked up on my bottled anger and general distaste for what I had been viewing. I think that's why she got off her high horse and tried to act a bit more like there was a beating heart inside that flawless body. My visitor took another quick glance at the pictures before putting them away inside the file folder. For some odd reason I started to fantasize on what I'd do to her in the same circumstances. All I could imagine for the moment was to tear off her clothing and rape her while I pounded her head against the floor. I'd show that bitch who was who. I guess I telegraphed my thoughts too strongly and she got just a wee bit nervous.
" Let me say right now that you will not be expected to participate in any manner when the twins are brought over here for further interrogation. I understand your distress over what I've shown you, but realize that one of these two has done some serious damage to Taiwan's security, not something to be taken lightly. Now, as for your role in this matter, I expect you to assist me in transporting the twins from their point of arrival to the facility in which they will remain until we have the information that is needed by my government. Every week you will visit the facility, which is a private hospital run by an organization that shall remain nameless. You will be shown the twins so that you can verify their physical condition against what is in the more detailed documents they will provide to you. The documents will be hand carried by you to another contact that will transmit the documents to me. Your contact will be identified by a phone call you will receive on the day you visit the facility. For this service you'll be paid two thousand, five hundred dollars each week until the assignment ends, one way or another. "
The money was fine and the situation as she defined it was acceptable as well. Still, I had this funny feeling about the job, but being nearly broke eliminated lots of "what ifs", that I would normally mull over before taking on this open-ended assignment. She smiled when I nodded my head, but offered no extra compensation such as her hot, naked body at my disposal for about two hours in a bed of my choice. Mentally I was crossing my fingers and hoping for the best about this deal. She would call me a day in advance of the delivery of the twins, giving me the meeting place, but not the destination. Evidently I was just some flunky in the grand scheme of things, perhaps just as well under the circumstances.
(To be continued - lex ludite)
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