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Z #46 - Slits

She deftly step-sided, snapping the chain of her manriki gusari vertically between her hands to block the blow. As sparks flew from the metal-on-metal contact she quickly pivoted, snapping her foot into her foe's mid-section.

Except the Bride was no longer there. She had pivoted just as quickly, taking a quick sideways shuffle as her katana came back into a classic guard position. Now, as Go Go lazily twirled the heavy ball weight overhead, the two combatants began to circle slowly, each looking for a sign of weakness.

Now! Go Go saw the sword's point drop, just a fraction of an inch as the Bride stepped. Go Go pounced, a quick flip of her wrist bringing her weapon whirling toward that pretty blonde head --

And knew it was a trap a second after the chain left her fingers.

The Bride swung her sword like she was batting clean-up for the Nippon Ham Fighters, connected with the weight, and just like that the chain swirled back at Go Go. She tried to leap back, only to collide with the post behind her.

Before she could blink Go Go was trapped by her own weapon, her back pinned to the pillar.

"Where is O-Ren?" The Bride asked, green eyes flashing lightning.

"Go to hell!" Go Go snapped back.

The sword flashed, and half of Go Go's blouse dropped away, revealing a very un-schoolgirl like lacy black bra.

"Kawaii," The Bride exclaimed, raising an eyebrow. "But, business first. Where -- is -- O-Ren?"

Go Go growled defiantly. "I will rip that gaijin blonde hair out by its --"

The blade sliced twice more. Go Go suddenly felt a breeze and looked down. She was stunned at what she saw -- her own perky, dusky colored nipples poking through two slits in her bra.

The Bride suggestively licked her lips. "Those look good enough to eat, Go Go. Get on my good side, and I can be really kind. But get on my bad side..." She slowly raised her blade toward the heaving chest. Go Go could see her tits reflected on the keen edge of the Hanzo blade.

"It's your choice..."

Z #47 - Splits

Many tortures you have done
It's tough to pick a favorite one
But one that seems to give Snow fits
Is when you submit her to the Splits!

Queen, my heart does swell with pride
To see you spread her legs so wide
And watch her face fill with such fright
When that huge black dildo she first sights

Her mouth so screams, her tongue does wag
It's a shame you need to use a gag
Of course while she does bitch and moan
I get to hear my fair Queen moan

I agree Magic Mirror, the torture seems fit
So now Snow White will suffer the Splits
You may hang and watch and drool on the wall
While I show who's the Evilest One of all!

Z #48 - Last Grasp

As she hoped, the creatures were caught by surprise and she was halfway down the tunnel before they could react.

Lara had gambled on the fact that the monsters would have thought her in no condition for an escape attempt. She had been their plaything for hours, and she was pretty sure she'd be walking funny for days! But right now hope gave her feet wings as she raced for freedom.

And there was her rope, still dangling where she had first entered this hell hole. With a gasp of relief Lara grabbed the rope --

Then gasped in shock as boney fingers grabbed her from behind!

Legs still moving, Lara leaped forward, feeling the fingers roll her shirt up before pulling free. She ignored the fact that her large and much abused breasts were free once more and clung to the rope, letting her momentum swing forward, then back. She smashed into the skeleton, slamming it down to the floor.

Desperately Lara began pulling herself up the rope hand over hand, eyes focused on the patch of sky far above. She forced herself to ignore the pain in her arms and the scrape of the rough rope on her still naked chest. 'Climb!' she told herself.

From the darkness below a single hand grabbed at her. Cold fingers of bone snatched at her hip and slipped into the waistband of her shorts. Lara screamed as she felt herself being pulled back downward, her grip on the rope slipping.

Pure fear saved her, and gave her the strength to escape that last grasp. She pulled mightily, arms and shoulders, hands tightening on the rope. She could actually feel the skeleton being pulled off the floor, and in her mind's eye she saw her climbing the rope with her boney assailant dangling below her. But then her shorts slipped free of her hips and the monster crashed to the floor while Lara sprang up the rope.

Moments later Lara reached the top and, after pulling the rope up behind her, collapsed with relief. That was one tomb she wasn't going to be back to anytime soon! Now she just had to get out of the jungle half-naked --

Z #49 - Buoyant

Pat hadn't known the hotel had a pool, much less one on the roof! But the thought of Jessica in a bathing suit made him very thankful for this feature.

Still, he was stunned when he stepped out of the elevator. Before him, the city of Hong Kong was laid out in all its nighttime glory. Skyscrapers reached toward the stars like spears of light. Neon of all shapes and sizes blazed in a million colors. The whole horizon seemed to be alive with light.

"Amazing view, isn't it?" a voice asked.

Pat turned, and could just see Jessica's face smiling down at him from over a wall slightly taller than himself. Other than the city light from across the river the roof was dark.

"Incredible," he answered and meant it. "I never knew you could come up here, much less swim too!"

"It's one of the best places to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Especially on a night like this."

Pat looked up, marveling at the cosmic glow that somehow managed to surpass the lights below.

"Wow," was all he was able to manage as he gawked.

"And for an even better view," Jessica said. "Hit the switch over there." She nodded to a nearby switch on the wall.

Curious, Pat flicked the lever.

Light suddenly blazed across the roof. Pat now realized that the "wall" that Jessica had been behind while talking to him was actually the side of the pool --

A pool with clear glass sides.

Jessica was lounging in the pool, completely naked. Actually, she was half lounging, half floating in the water, and it was easy for Pat to see why. There was no question that her incredibly large breasts gave her no chance of sinking! Each mouth-watering, buoyant globe was perfectly half-above and half-below the waterline, right down to her perfect pink nipples.

Jessica smiled at the look on Pat's face.

"Didn't I mention leaving my suit at home?"

"Wow!"

Z #50 - Framed!

"What the -- !" Jessica started to exclaim, but the rest was lost in a "Huff!" as the heavy partition closed shut on her with a loud click.

Nigel stepped back and studied the tableau before him. Jessica still had a stunned expression on her face, hands thrown up in surprise. Her exposed left breast was pressed against the thick glass, rose pink nipple and areola flattened into erotic circles. The surrounding ornate wooden frame helped to complete the image.

"Perfect Darling, just perfect!" Nigel exclaimed with glee.

"You don't actually expect me to stand here like this all night!" Jessica sputtered.

"Sweetie -- 'Framed!' is the centerpiece of my exhibit! You are the ultimate representation of Man's objectification of the female form, an unobtainable standard of beauty by which all women are repressed, the manifestation of every male's fantasy, the trophy over every boy's bed! Beauty under Glass! The Living Centerfold!"

"But -- I can hardly move in here!"

"Angel, don't worry! The reception's only a couple of hours! Three tops!"

"What!?"

"Maybe four, if the Hilton sister's show..."

Jessica stared at him wide-eyed as Nigel wiped a smudge from the glass and blew her a kiss.

"Honey -- just stand there and look fabulous! Now, here comes the press. Smile!"

Nigel turned and adjusted his tie to meet the approaching crowd.

"Welcome to the art world," he tossed over his shoulder as he put on his best smile for the oncoming cameras.

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