A naked gift for Mr. Cage (PS-Sega, where are you?)
A naked gift for Mr. Cage (PS-Sega, where are you?)
Prof. Wing Wang Fu King sat crosslegged on the meditation cushion made of two Japanese schoolgirls in full Japanese schoolgirl outfits, sort of like cartoon sailors from the 18th century. Sailor moon, you know.
The girls were tied with white plastic covered clothesline and every 15 minutes he would pinch ones plump baby cheek until she wet herself. This was the way Prof. Wing Wang Fu King soothed his ruffled feathers while having an ancient Chinese Taoist bowl of bull testicle soup for breakfast.
He looked across the table through the glass nose cone that was the penthouse of his 120 story headquarters office building in Taiwan overlooking the port full of of ships and floating casinos. His table was a Nordic, Swedish to be precise, gymnast hung from the ceiling with gold chains manacled to her wrists and ankles. Her breasts hung down like perfect grapefruit. The small of her back in a very convenient table.
His secret and more important personality was that of the Dragon Emperor of the black butterfly triad. Not only did he own almost all of the casinos and merchant ships in the harbor he also was the leading distributor of shoulder mounted nuclear artillery and Caucasian slaves in the world.
One of his most successful side projects was a creation of clones. His Megumi clone was itself cloned and one Megumi clone waited this very minute with an American actress named Diora Baird by the side of an empty Olympic sized swimming pool just one floor down from his penthouse.He was going to test this clone against the actress in a naked fight to the death. A lucrative movie contract and the lead in a television series had convinced this 34 double E. cup blonde sex goddess to roll the dice and see if she could roll mixed martial arts to the death style with his Japanese clone. His Japanese clone had 34 I-cup breasts and add 5'1" was three for inches smaller than the blonde goddess from America.The Dragon Emperor not only knew his Buddhist Tantra and his Chinese Taoist bull testicles aphrodisiacs soup he also knew the best part of science was trying it out in real-world situations.
But no experiment proves anything unless it is confirmed by another experiment. So yet a second Megumi clone ready to fight a humongous breasted gypsy woman named Eshe. Those two women waited naked and sweating in a single room that took up the whole hundred and 13th floor of this building. It was done in the style of a French countryside with long wild grass beautiful trees and the sky full of clouds created by the fact that all four walls and ceiling were five big liquid crystals display TVs. The gypsy girl was fighting to the death in exchange for the name of the Russian mobster from a Orissa that had kidnapped her youngest sister for a secret gulag of death sport games that spanned the old Russian empire and generated billions in pay-per-view revenue.
Perhaps his clothes would win both fights and then have to fight each other up here in front of his big bionic bed.
That would be interesting to if they had one both of their fights. That would prove his investment and indeed been good science!
But having finished his bowl of soup he felt ready to go out to the helicopter landing pad and fly out to a secret island 20 minutes offshore. There are an amazing Irish girl had challenged the Polynesian queen of his private tribe of Amazons to a fight to the death for the right to be queen. The Irish girl had said "I come from a family in which all the women were the fighters and we hearken back to a great Irish lady pirate of the 15th century. Ever since I was a little girl I always dreamed of being the Queen of a Tribe of fighting Amazons!"
The Dragon Emperor had a big day and his soup and Viagra was starting to kick in. He whistled all this way to the helicopter.
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