Cannon Fodder from Convicts

Dick woke up in a dark and cramped place. He was lying on a hard bed covered with dirty and greasy sackcloth. The room was cold, and he realized that this was a prison. He tried to get to his feet, but his strength failed him, and he immediately fell back onto the bed. He did not remember how he was brought here.

But he knew for sure that he would not escape five or more years of imprisonment within these stinking walls. He tried to remember what had happened. But his head was empty and dark - as if his brain had simply been taken out of his body while he was being transported from the river to this hole. He remembered only that he had stolen a boat and killed one of its owners - and where the other had gone, he did not know.

But he realized - how late! - that it was the latter, with a high degree of probability, who had set him up in front of the police. And it was terrible - after all, if he had ended up on deck with that fat blond, Dick would have dealt with him in no time!

But the time had passed to shed tears over the lost minute. Now Dick was worried about only one thing - how to get out of here. He tried to remember what he knew about prison escapes, and, having analyzed all the action movies he had watched as a child, he came to the conclusion that all these techniques that he had seen were nothing more than movie stunts and outright grand pianos in the bushes. But he couldn't just give up, he had to try to escape!

But while Dick was slowly trying to figure out how to get out of this cramped prison cell, he heard footsteps. The door opened and he saw a person in front of him. It was not a policeman, but some other person, and not just any woman, but a very beautiful girl of about twenty-two.

She was wearing a red long-sleeved shirt with black leggings that, cutting into her crotch, made it clear that the owner of this correct and neat causal place always keeps her pubis trimmed. She was very pretty, but there was something in her face...

Dick was at a loss for words. He knew little of the opposite sex. But from the way she looked at him and smiled - and that was exactly it - he realized that her mouth stood out strangely against her cheeks, making it look as if her face had been stitched together by some Doctor Frankenstein from the faces of two completely different girls.

But maybe it was just a trick of the light and shadow? Or did she put on make-up to impress him with her stern appearance? But either way, she was very pretty - and that was enough to make Dick's cock stand up straight.

He understood that in this situation sex was absolutely not what he needed to prepare for, but the prison wardens were to blame for letting this beauty in instead of a tough guy! He was about to tell her about it, but then she spoke up:

"What, you want me, you little bitch?" she said in a hoarse, smoke-filled voice that contrasted greatly with her appearance.

Frankly speaking, Dick was stunned - it seemed as if the mysterious stranger had read his thoughts. He did not know what to answer to such a straightforward and rude question. But she understood his confusion in her own way and continued:

"It's not surprising, loser, I'm sure you've never managed to get a single chick into bed in your entire pathetic life!"

Having said this, she laughed, and her laugh was like the cawing of a raven. Dick continued to sit on the bed, still not knowing what to say. But then she came up to him and put her hand on his shoulder: he shuddered in surprise, but still it was so pleasant...

He looked up and saw that she was looking at him with some strange expression - as if she wanted to get into his mind through his eyes and read all his thoughts.

He felt himself blushing and tried to look away, which immediately fell on her seductive size B breasts - a bit small, yes, but he was still glad that they had let a woman in at all, and not a stern man.

But then he suddenly realized that all this time it wasn't her face or her chest that had bothered him, but that strange feeling that he had seen her somewhere before! He tried to remember his encounters with girls, but it was pointless, because, as the stranger had guessed correctly, Dick had never had anything with women, and so he had to change the vector of his search.

And soon he guessed who exactly his guest resembled - the girl he had seen in the faggot movie "A Home at the End of the World", who had flashed her ass and tits in the first sex scene. He tried to remember the actress's name, but his memory failed, if only because he was not a fan of reading credits.

But he knew it was her. Well, at least she looked like her. And Dick finally decided to ask the question that had been tormenting him all this time:

"Excuse me, but wasn't it you I saw in the film "A Home at the End of the World"?" he said, trying to add a note of politeness to his voice. "You were there... Uh, well, I remember you in it! But I don't remember your name.

Unexpectedly for Dick, the girl jumped back from him in a strange excitement, as if from a hot stove. Her cheeks turned red, and her chest heaved under her red shirt. Dick was ready to swear that for a second her face flashed the rage of a primitive female Pithecanthropus, who saw her male in the mouth of a saber-toothed tiger.

However, instead of the expected cry of rage, the girl let out a quiet, frustrated groan, and her face returned to its normal expression.

Dick looked at her in bewilderment, but she was no longer looking at him. Instead, she walked over to the tiny window in his cell and began to look out through the bars, as if trying to find something important there. Dick did not know how long she stood there, but eventually she turned back and stared at him.

"What makes you think that? Come on, tell me?" she blurted out abruptly. "Are you a complete idiot?"

"Excuse me, did I say something wrong?" asked Dick. "Or did you misunderstand me?"

"I understand, I understand," the stranger mimicked him. "Did you really imagine that there was an actress standing in front of you?"

Having said this, she threw her head back and burst into laughter, the same nasty, crow-like laugh. Dick felt uneasy, but as a prisoner, he couldn't order this fool to shut up. He simply looked at her and waited for her to finally calm down.

Finally the girl stopped laughing and her face became serious. She came close to him - so close that he could smell her hair - and began to look at him with cold and hard eyes, like those of a bird of prey.

It seemed that he was something like an insect or a strange mushroom for her, so unpleasant was the sight of those eyes studying him... Suddenly he saw a tiny tear slide down her cheek. The girl immediately brushed it away with her hand, but now she was no longer as cold to him as she had been a few minutes before.

She suddenly looked like a little girl who was crying from hurt. Dick felt awkward and turned away to the wall - he didn't know exactly why: either because of her tears or because she was so close... But then the girl spoke to him again in the same voice she had spoken before:

"What a dreamer! I'm not an actress, do you understand?! And I never dreamed of becoming one!" she said almost angrily. "I'm from the foreign affairs agencies, do you understand, you dumb asshole? And don't joke about fucking me, do you hear me?"

Dick, listening to this stream of insults, did not know what to think. He understood that the authorities did not coddle criminals, but this woman spoke in such a tone as if they were in a relationship with each other, which was an absolute lie, since he had never seen her in front of him before - unless, of course, you count, she is the same actress from "A Home at the End of the World", who for some reason is ashamed of her past.

But Dick had already figured out one thing - this lady enjoyed picking on complete strangers and humiliating them for no particular reason. This could mean only two possible scenarios: either she really was from the authorities and only looked like that actress, or she really was that girl from "A Home at the End of the World" who for some reason decided to give up her career and become a civil servant.

In any case, Dick had to be on guard to avoid trouble when communicating with this lady. He decided not to answer her, but, on the contrary, to attack her with a question that she would hardly expect to hear.

"What is your name?" he asked in the most innocent and carefree tone he could give his head, which was not used to polite conversation.

The girl frowned even more than before, as if she had heard something that was scary to even think about, but then she shrugged her shoulders, as if in response to her thoughts, after which she raised her eyes to Dick.

"You don't need to know my name," she replied in her old mocking voice. "But if you want, you can call me Asia Scallop."

"Asia Scallop," Dick said automatically, as if trying the name on his tongue.

This name seemed very strange to him - it was quite obvious that it was fictitious, not real. The words that made it up had too many different meanings. Asia was the name of the largest continent on Earth, and Scallop meant "sea clam".

Not a particularly appropriate name for a pretty twenty-two-year-old girl, right? But then again, it could have been her real name, which she, in the best feminine tradition, tried to pass off as a nickname.

He decided to keep the thought to himself for now and decided it was best not to ask questions. He simply sat down on the bed and waited for her to continue. Asia didn't keep him waiting long.

She knelt down in front of his bed and put her hand between his legs. Dick felt her run it over his manhood and realized that this wasn't just a game, it was just a test. A test to see how ready he was for a serious conversation. And he wasn't wrong.

"Well, with such a boner you're clearly not up to discussing important issues," she said in a businesslike tone. "I'll have to invite someone to get you in the right mood."

These words, or rather the hidden threat hidden in them, were enough to make Dick's erect member fall like a pine tree under the pressure of a storm.

He felt his body covered in a sticky cold sweat, and he realized that the guards would burst into his cell and start beating him up! The thought of it alone was enough to make him shudder.

"M-m-miss Scallop," he began in a suddenly changed voice, "n-n-no need to invite anyone! I a-a-agree to listen to everything you say. Just don't invite anyone, p-p-please!"

And with these words, he raised his hands, letting Asia know that he was giving in.

The girl suppressed a smile with difficulty - obviously, she was pleased that she had brought the thirty-six-year-old pig to a state where he was ready for anything with simple intimidation.

But she still couldn't resist running her hand over his cock again. Dick didn't get hard at this point - he was too scared.

"Well, now I see that you will listen to me," she said with a smile. "Of course, I won't call anyone, because the guards are already standing outside the door, so if you start making a fuss, they will burst in here without my sign and discourage you from any kind of tricks."

Listening to her words, Dick silently looked at her with his dark eyes, thinking to himself that he had finally managed to find the key to her character - all he had to do was behave exactly as she wanted: he had to show his fear in front of her, and, as he was already convinced, he had succeeded in doing this quite well.

He was far from stupid - he certainly didn't want the guards to start beating him up for no reason, but he didn't really feel the kind of panic he showed her, even though he understood the danger of his situation. He just played along, playing the role of a coward who was scared by the prospect of being beaten up.

And the fact that Asia believed him meant that it was not for nothing that he always volunteered to play the main roles in school plays as a child - even though it was Antichrist knows when, but all the same, his knowledge came in handy, albeit in a completely unexpected situation!

In addition, Dick was convinced that Asia Scallop was most likely not an actress, because from the minutes he spent in her company he realized that she did not have basic self-control, otherwise how could he explain that she reacted so violently to simple questions?

And even if there was a possibility that she really was an actress, he thought with an inward grin, it was a very, very weak one, since she lacked basic self-control.

Probably, he continued to think, Asia got her job as an actress, so to speak, "through bed" due to the fact that she gave amazing blowjobs to directors and producers. The latter conclusion was prompted by the fact that she had manipulated him quite professionally when she grabbed his dick that time. Actresses don't behave like that, he said firmly to himself, except maybe porn actresses...

These thoughts improved Dick's mood, but outwardly he continued to play the role of a frightened boy - from this not very flattering role for him he derived a certain benefit during his communication with this either actress or not actress, you can't tell! But finally Asia said:

"Okay, let's get down to business!" and then she sat down next to him on the bed, making him feign fear and move away from her. "You're not going to hang around in this hole for a hundred years, are you? - the girl asked rhetorically. - So, come on, listen up. You don't know Nar-Tai, of course?"

"What kind of idiotic name is that?" Dick couldn't help but ask.

"I agree, the name is really crap, but that's how this gentleman checked into the Lickbon hotel "Uma Vieira Divertida" (porn. "Naughty Scallop")," Asia continued. "Now listen further. We are interested in this gentleman for a reason. The thing is, this Nar-Tai illegally boarded the airliner "Hot Asia", which flies between Lickbon and Gene-York. And this Nar-Tai himself, mind you, is a citizen of the United Juzes of Kasakhia!"

After saying the last three words, Asia suddenly turned to Dick, and the latter did not miss how big her eyes suddenly became. But if she was trying to make her words sound important in such an idiotic way, then her plan failed miserably, because Dick not only said nothing, but did not even move. Asia, apparently mistaking his indifference for shock, smiled and continued:

"Well, you understand that we could not help but be interested in this case - who has ever seen a citizen of a country hostile to us sneak onto an airliner as a stowaway to land in the very heart of The Omen Ica! It is not surprising that such a freak simply physically could not go unnoticed. The crew of "Hot Asia" took all measures to catch the wolf in a hare's skin, however, as you probably already understood..."

At this point Asia paused and looked at Dick as if she wanted to say: "Come on, show that you are the smartest, tell me what happened to this Kasakhian!"

But Dick didn't answer, so she had to continue her story, and in her voice one could clearly hear notes of irritation or even anger:

"That Nar-Tai, damn him, turned out to be a tough nut to crack. When he realized he'd been busted, do you know what he did?"

She looked meaningfully at Dick again. The latter was really fed up with Asia's irritating way of constantly appealing to the reason of his interlocutor, so he could not resist and declared in a tone that brooked no objection:

"Listen, Asia, if you continue to interrupt yourself at every word, then we will sit here until the very end of my prison term. Do you need this?"

It seemed that Dick had overdone it a little, because, hearing these words, his interlocutor shuddered in fear and suddenly looked like a frightened child. But she quickly pulled herself together and continued:

"In general, this Kasakhian decided not to give up and, as you understand, did not wait for landing at the airport. He, trying to break through to the emergency exit from the airliner, found himself in a trap, which cost the airline at the cost of the health of one of the stewards. And then he did the impossible - he broke the window and jumped down!"

Asia stopped, catching her breath. Dick, admiring her chest, which rose and fell smoothly, thought that if this beauty was not regaling him with a completely fantastic story, then she simply did not know how to tell the necessary information and instructions for recruitment - and it was completely obvious that she wanted to recruit him.

Be that as it may, he decided to listen to her story to the end. And Asia continued:

"At that time, the airliner was flying over the territory of Jopon, namely, its capital Jokyo. And Jopon, if you don't know, has been a part of the United Juzes of Kasakhia for eight years now. As they say, goodbye The Omen Ica, my master is UJK! Thank the Antichrist that Jokyo has The Omen Ican news services, thanks to which we learned that this Nar-Tai, alive and invisible, landed right in the palace of a certain Ando Minamoto - but more about him later - and followed him to the monorail station, where our services spotted him. You, of course, think that we knew from the very beginning about his friend and that he landed at his place, but don't think that our specialists are some kind of wizards. The starting point was precisely the last point - Nar-Tai and Ando at the monorail station, and everything else is essentially guesswork, which can be considered a reconstruction of events with difficulty. But these are already details. The main thing is that we now know the further fate of this dangerous Kasakhian. Why dangerous - there is no need to explain, because not everyone can survive falling from the height of an airplane to the ground, right?"

At these words, Asia again stared straight at Dick, but this time he was not offended by her, because he could barely keep up with the stream of information poured out on him, presented in the girl's hoarse and not particularly intelligible voice.

Asia seemed to be seriously excited about what she was talking about, and if it weren't for the seriousness of the situation, Dick would have thought that this girl was actually reading him a draft of her fanfic about some "Star Wars" or "Harry Potter" - who the hell knows what this girl's favorite franchises are!

However, it didn't matter. The main thing was that Dick now at least understood why Asia had come into his cell in the first place - she desperately needed to use him for some of her own purposes, and for that she needed him to agree to her proposal.

Hence all her manipulations with his penis and her stories about some supermen - deep down Dick believed that in reality no one had ever fallen from a plane, and even if they had, the person whom The Omen Ican intelligence agencies had spotted in Jokyo could in no way be connected with the suicide hare.

But Asia was too absorbed in her story to read the prisoner's thoughts from his face. She continued:

"And so we decided that we needed, forgive the expression, cannon fodder, which we wouldn't mind wasting if things didn't go according to plan. And now everything depends on you, my lustful friend. This doesn't mean that you have to kill this creepy Kasakhian. No, you just need to fly to Jokyo and follow him there. And then it's our job. So, do you agree?" she asked playfully.