gladly accepted. The women came up behind the girl and proceeded to rip the clothes from her back.
The girl, who appeared to be heavily drugged, didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she simply stood there while the older women stripped her, their hands roaming freely over her privates as they did so.
Now completely naked, the girl looked at Muss, waiting for him to make the next move. He put his hands into the bowl of slightly heated oil, then slowly began rubbing the lubricant on the girl's chest and stomach, then her thighs and backside. She giggled as he did this; he felt the bulge rise between his legs.
The women guards took care of the three other girls, delightfully stripping them and covering them in oil.
Meanwhile Viceroy Dick was having his way with two naked girls on the bed.
"OK, let the festivities begin!" he announced, sitting up and taking another long snort of cocaine.
The women guards spread a large rubber mat down in front of the bed and covered it too with oil. Then the girls were placed at each corner and told to go at it.
Muss found his pants bursting at the in-seam as he watched the teens grapple with each other, their lovely young bodies glistening in the slippery hot oil.
"What are the stakes, sir?" he asked, not being able to take his eyes off the wrestling match.
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"The two winners get to sleep here with me," the Viceroy told him. "The two losers go with the dykes. If they survive forty-eight hours with those girls and their modalities, they get a chance to come back in here and try it again."
Muss could only numbly nod his head. The story of Sodom and Gomorra came to him.
"You know we used to sacrifice them," the Viceroy said. "We were up to a virgin a night. Mabel, the big blond guard over there, used to love to do them in.
"But, just like everything else, there's a shortage/ of young attractive girls in this city. So, we have to conserve our supply. Again, efficiency is the key..."
Muss felt the urges in his body reach a breaking point. But just as he was about to ask the Viceroy to let him have one of the girls, Dick turned to him and said: "You're dismissed, Colonel. . ."
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CHAPTER 7
Three hours later, Viceroy Dick knew he had had enough.
The oil wrestling match had lasted an hour-the two victors were now curled up unconscious at the foot of the huge bed. He had tired of them quickly, snapped on his TV screen instead to watch, via closed circuit, as Mabel and the other female guards took their measure of the two losers. This had amused him for another hour, after which he fell asleep.
Now, awake after his brief nap, he took a half dozen long snorts from his bowl of cocaine, then arose to go back upstairs to his private living quarters, where he knew another pair of young beauties waited. They would rub him down with warm towels then simply massage him back to sleep.
He rode the elevator alone, arriving at his 23rd story suite to be greeted by his major of the guard.
The man looked very nervous . . .
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"You have visitors, sir," the major told him. "They've been waiting for some time . . ."
Viceroy Dick checked his watch. "It's nearly four in the morning," he grumbled. "Who the hell has the balls to be here disturbing me at this hour?"
The major shifted uneasily. "They're Soviet officers, sir," he said. "Two of them, with two bodyguards."
The Viceroy immediately stiffened up. "Did they say what their business was?"
"Not to me, sir," the major replied, reaching over to open the door to the Viceroy's quarters for him.
Before entering, Viceroy Dick whispered to the major: "Get a squad of your guys up here right now. If you hear any trouble, get your asses in there and protect me. Comprende?"
The major nodded. "Yes, sir," he said quietly, "May I suggest I order two squads . . ." He immediately turned to the phone in order to call up the first floor security office.
Viceroy Dick took a deep breath and strolled into his living quarters. Two Russian officers were waiting