Chapter 4 - Deadly Deal
Ursula and Helmut watched, arm in arm, from the deck. Tiffany and Joy,
blindfolded, wrists tied behind their backs, were being transferred to the
Yakuza yacht. A cruel-eyed Yakuza bitch was over-seeing the operation. Ursula
smiled happily.
"It's a deal then! The Yakuza get Joy and Tiffany as what they call Waslik
Japayuki - disposable cunts to do anything they want to. Tiffany will star in
some torture films with a last farewell appearance in a snuff flick -
blindfolded and gagged so that no one will recognize her. They will return her
head in a week. We need evidence that she is dead so there'll be no doubt about
who gets everything when my hard-humping hubby squirts out his last load of love
liquor. We'll plant her head on a beach and report it anonymously to the cops.
They'll be forever trying to figure out what happened with only a head to go on!
Tiffany's yacht, the one I told my stupid stepdaughter not to go out in, is
already on it's untraceable way to its new owner!"
Ursula smiled happily.
"It's perfect! The Yakuza promised me copies of Tiffany's torture films and,
of course, the ultimate snuff. When she's actually snuffed a few days from now,
I'll have alibis coming out my wazoo!"
Helmut grinned. Miki's cruel voice floated over to them from the deck.
"Tiff the Quiff and Joy the Boytoy! You're fuckmeat now! Feel free to scream
when you rich bitches feel the pinch!"
He gestured at the naked nookies' female escort who was reaching between
their legs with her sharp fingernails and giving them evil little pinches to
encourage them along. They could hear Tiffany and Joy's shrill cries from the
bridge. Poor blond Tiffany looked near hysterical.
"That Miki sure knows how to handle the meat. Look at her make those pussies
hop!"
Ursula purred her response. Tiffany was blubbering nicely as she and Joy
were muscled onto the Yakuza yacht.
"Miki's a handler for the S & M flicks, the really heavy action, bestiality,
snuff movies, stuff like that. It's her job to make darling Tiffany scream long
and hard. They're not going to waste any time. They have complete facilities
aboard their yacht. The filming starts immediately. Those proud young hussies
are being hustled straight into The House Of Pain as we speak."
Ursula purred happily.
"Back on the home front, I've arranged a mistress for my darling hubby.
Since I'm a blond, I've arranged for a friend of mine, black-haired Bobbi to
show him her goodies. Bobbi's been told what turns him on. She's got him doing
poppers too. We're having a little contest to see whose legs he's between when
he has the big one. Who do you think will win? Your short-haired blond sister or
Bobbi with long black hair down to the back of her knees?"
"Tough choice!"
Ursula punched him in the shoulder. They turned to watch in delight as Joy
and Tiffany began their short career as japayuki movie stars. The Yakuza wasted
no time. Digital movie cameras were brought out to capture their degradation as
they were sandwiched between fierce tattooed Japanese gangsters and forced to
open their holes on the deck of the Yakuza yacht. After the quickie gang bang,
Miki screeched in their ears.
"You're filthy little bitches! You must be squeaky clean! Nobody likes a
filthy hosebag! Disgusting!"
Joy and Tiff were pinned facedown on the deck. Miki rammed a bristly
bottlebrush into their cunts and scrubbed vigorously while her new torture toys
shreiked like the damned. From the deck of the neighboring yacht, brother and
sister listened in enchantment as the Yakuza's new japayuki bawled and
blubbered. Joy and Tiff were jerked to their feet. Blindfolded, they blundered
wildly, screeching hysterically as their breasts and buttocks were snapped hard
with tightly twisted towels soaked in cold seawater.
The cameras recorded it all.
