The Birth of "Damien The Thorn"

Dick was silent, absorbing the information he had just heard. Of course, he didn't like the prospect of exposing himself to bullets or the fists of the invulnerable Kasakhian, but he understood that he had no other way out of this stinking prison.

Asia, to her credit, did the right thing when she chose him out of all the prisoners - because he was the only one who was ready to break free at any cost, even though he wouldn't be able to escape anywhere anyway, because in that case "his own people" would kill him.

And that's why Dick had already agreed to this offer a long time ago, but he wanted to pretend that he still doubted his choice, so that this lady wouldn't imagine herself to be a super-duper official, recruiting agents from prisoners with just a snap of her finger.

To this end, Dick, without much difficulty, gave his face the thoughtful face of a man who weighs every word before answering his interlocutor. Of course, the latter could not hide that despite all this, his eyes remained cold and indifferent, but she, as he hoped, took the bait of his facial expressions and began to beg him.

"Come on, idiot, agree, otherwise you will not see freedom as your own ears!" she said in the tone of a primary school teacher. "I can see that you are not a fool. You do not want to spend your whole life in this hole, do you?"

Dick, playing the role of the doubting guy, nodded his head as if he was really considering her words. Asia immediately changed her tone, and now her voice became ingratiating:

"Come on, you idiot, agree! You must understand that you have no chance in this hole, and here you will travel to another country on our money... Agree at least to see the world with your own eyes and to have some fun after your shitty homeland!"

Dick was surprised by how accurately Asia guessed his attitude towards Analda, but he did not have time to answer her, because the girl, apparently deciding that words would not help the matter, began to take decisive action. She came close to him and grabbed his hand.

He didn't know whether to break away or not, but he decided it was better not to. Asia, not letting go of his hand and continuing to smile her most charming smile, whispered in his ear:

"I know that this is the only way to influence you," and with these words she, squeezing his hand even tighter just below the wrist, lifted her red shirt with her free hand and pressed his hand to her right breast and immediately lowered the fabric so as not to show off her tits in vain.

However, Dick did not miss the fact that Asia, as it turned out, was not wearing a bra, and her breasts were completely exposed to anyone who would be so bold as to approach her and lift up her shirt.

Be that as it may, at the moment his right hand, which Asia continued to squeeze tightly in her hand, was in a place that Dick had previously thought impossible to even approach.

He clearly felt the beating of her heart and felt the heat of the girl's body, who, apparently, was receiving much more pleasure at that moment than he was - at least she closed her eyelids, and her mouth, on the contrary, slightly opened, which made it seem as if she was about to cum. Although who knows - suddenly this lady had enough of a simple stimulation of the mammary glands for an orgasm?

In any case, Dick understood one thing - something so intimate was happening between him and Asia that any other virgin in his place could easily die right here and now from the realization that he had been given the unprecedented happiness of feeling the tits of a real, not a drawn or plush chick.

But since Dick Nigel was, mind you, thirty-six years old, he was smart enough to understand a simple thing: sex is not something that is available only to the chosen ones, but just the basic instinct of all living beings, and if such a person was born who was ready to die from the first touch of a woman's body, then why didn't he die right during childbirth - after all, during birth, no more and no less, he went through a fucked up female cunt!

Be that as it may, at that very moment he was feeling Asia Scallop's right tit with his own hand, and all his thoughts were focused exclusively on that small lump of flesh hidden under the thin fabric of a ripe tomato-colored shirt.

He couldn't tear his gaze away from her chest, and although Asia had prudently pulled her shirt down so as not to spoil the prisoner with the sight of a naked female body, he still clearly saw her chest down to the smallest detail, which was greatly helped by the fact that he could feel the structure of at least one of them in his hand at that moment.

One could say that at that moment he was like a blind man who sees only darkness before him, but is able to rely on his sense of touch and see what he needs - not with his eyes, but with his brain.

And now Dick, sitting on the bed in front of the girl holding his right hand, clearly saw her tits, although they were hidden from his curious eyes by the red fabric of her shirt.

It seemed like time stood still for both of them, but soon Asia finally spoke up, bringing Dick back to reality.

"You know, I was thinking," she began in a surprisingly calm tone, "that you really need an agent code name, a pseudonym, that is. Otherwise, you'd look a bit odd in a country that's part of the Union of Indestructible Nations. So, do you think you could accept a little gift from me and allow me to call you "Damien The Thorn" during this operation?"

Dick, whose hand was still pressed tightly against a real woman's breast, was not thinking fast enough, so he did not answer right away.

But when he finally spoke, there was a distinct note of displeasure in his voice:

"What nonsense, what the hell is "Damien The Thorn"? Why, pray tell, not "Dick The Thorn"? Why "Damien"?"

By dumping this complaint on his interlocutor, he thereby allowed himself to release the anger and dissatisfaction that had accumulated over all this time with what was happening to him.

But Asia seemed to be even glad of the opportunity to launch into an explanation on this matter - as if this was the only question she had been missing all these days.

"The Thorn - that's why," she said, and suddenly let go of Dick's hand, after which she suddenly touched his cock with her freed right hand.

Dick had already had a rock hard erection (no wonder, since it was the first time he had ever touched a chick's udder), so he didn't object to his beautiful companion caressing his manhood.

And Asia seemed pleased with that. She ran her hand up and down his cock and suddenly abruptly unzipped his fly and slightly lowered the elastic of his underwear - and the mighty Dick unit immediately emerged triumphantly into the light of day, looking vertically upward - it seemed that it was not a cock at all, but a rocket that was about to fly off into distant space.

"That's why "The Thorn"," Asia cooed with satisfaction, looking proudly at Dick's member. "And "Damien" - because that was the name of the hero of my erotic childhood fantasies," she continued in a sharply changed tone. "Oh yes, how I adored him! Even if he only existed on the TV screen, I still dreamed of being next to him sooner or later, m-m-m..." Asia, completely forgetting about Dick's member, dreamily raised her eyes to the ceiling. "I imagined him every night, every second of my life... He was so cute! And so brutal! So masculine! So sexy, m-m-m!"

As she spoke, Asia moved away from Dick, continuing to stare at the ceiling. Dick, realizing that the party would not continue, without further ado pulled up his underwear and zipped up his fly, trying his best to pretend that nothing special had happened between them.

However, he might not have tried - Asia had clearly forgotten about him, completely immersed in her memories.

"Damien!" she repeated passionately. "Yes, I've been in love with him since I was a child! I saw him in all sorts of ways - as a sweet little boy, a stern teenager, and finally as a brutal man! And it was very, VERY sexy! I imagined him looking at me, as he took my hand in his... It was as if I could see his face with my own eyes, hear his voice... He said my name..."

Asia paused, as if remembering something, and then continued:

"And when I had the rare luck to play in a film about him, I was over the moon with happiness in anticipation of meeting him! But, alas..."

Asia sighed.

"He wasn't there! He was not planned to be included in the fourth part at all! What a bummer for a lovesick little fool like me! And what's more, I never played in it! That stupid bastard director didn't choose me, he chose that little brat Vieira, who was a total nobody! What the hell - she wasn't even an actress! She just got into acting by accident because her dad was some big official in the Analdian Ministry of Culture. And me, me, ME!!!"

Dick listened to this ranting with some interest, but he couldn't get rid of the thought of that strange feeling of awkwardness and shame for his interlocutor. He already understood that he served as a catalyst for her memories of her first love, and this got on his nerves - of course, who would be pleased when a girl who let you touch her boobs and almost jerked you off, suddenly drops everything halfway and starts talking about her childhood dreams!

But alas, Dick understood that he was a prisoner in this dungeon, and therefore he had no choice but to silently listen to the story of the recruiter, who was clearly out of her mind.

"I was so unhappy," Asia continued. "I was ready to take a knife and plunge it straight into the heart of that bitch who didn't give me a chance to become a star! But my parents seemed to understand that I wanted revenge, and so on the same day when I was rejected, they found a reason to take me far away from Whorecouver - far away from the set! Far away from that faggot! And I, like the last fool..."

Asia suddenly sobbed and covered her face with her hands.

"Like the last simpleton, I believed their completely false stories that we were moving to a city where I could have a good spring break. If only I had known that they just wanted to hide me far away from that vile bitch! I wouldn't have spared them either, honestly! I would have killed my father, and my mother, and Vieira at the very end! I WOULD HAVE KILLED EVERYONE!"

Asia was already screaming.

"I would have killed them all if I could! For there was a reason!" she raised her tear-filled eyes to Dick. "I had every right to send to the next world a stuffed fool who not only couldn't play at all, but also had a voice like an old scratched record! And her mug? Compared to her, the old and sick Proboscis monkey from Bernal Island would have looked like a handsome one! And what about her mug! Her teeth just begged to be hit with a sledgehammer! So that every single one of them would fly out! Ar-r-r, I was ready to do anything then! ANYTHING! ANYTHING to kill, KILL, KILL THAT BITCH! KILL HER as quickly as possible!!! AR-R-R-R! Oh, fuck..."

By the end of this terrible monologue, Asia was no longer sitting, but was rushing around the cramped cell, constantly stepping on Dick's feet, who, listening to her purely feminine hysteria, felt a mixture of shame and disgust at everything happening around him.

Finally his interlocutor ran out of breath, and there was a silence for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity to him - the fact is that at the words "Oh, fuck", which, by the way, Asia uttered in an intonation that contrasted strongly with the previous screams, she suddenly froze in one place and stared straight at Dick with wide-open eyes; after standing like that for a couple of seconds, she immediately jumped out of the door of his cell like lightning, and Dick heard a wild stomping for a long time, which died down only after a minute or two. Then he had the opportunity to think over his situation more carefully from the side of common sense.

So, he understood one thing - Asia Scallop lied to him when she tried to prove to him that she was not an actress. This was confirmed by her, albeit incoherent, but full of facts speech about her childhood. Among other things, she once again confirmed that she was not in love with him one iota, and all these games with his dick and her boobs were needed only to recruit him to work in intelligence.

But the most important thing was that this servant of the law had unambiguous thoughts about cruelly dealing with a certain person who had once long ago offended her only by being accepted for the role, while Asia was not.

Logically, if there is anyone to hate in such a situation, it is the director, producer or at worst the casting director, but certainly not some unfortunate actress. And yet, even after so many years, Asia continued to remain in her soul a vulnerable little girl with childishly naive grievances.

And then there's her sick obsession with a fictional character from some shitty, purely commercial movie without any idea or meaning... And not only does she torment herself with this fictional piece of shit, but she even named him, Dick Nigel, after him! Just think about it - what the fuck kind of nickname is this, "Damien The Thorn"?

Why not "Agent-82" or at least "Duker-Nuker-3D"? Alas, Asia has probably already shared with his brothers in arms that he, Dick Nigel, will have an idiotic agent nickname "Damien The Thorn", and he himself can only come to terms with it and accept as a given that his new friends will name him after some pathetic idiot from a movie for completely insane morons and degenerates! And all this on the initiative of some idiot dripping with vaginal juice named Asia Scallop!

Oh, what a shame, Dick thought, that he hadn't bothered with the problem of eliminating the second unwanted witness, because it was precisely because of this bastard that he was now drawn into this whole story with some immortal Kasakhian and a crazy actress recruiter!

And now he has to deal with the consequences of his own stupidity. But he could have just killed this bastard, and that's it! As Stalin said, "death solves all problems. No man, no problem."

Golden words! But how offensive it is to fall into the clutches of the law because of some sullen brunette who was traveling with his blond friend along a shit-river somewhere in the middle of nowhere in Analda!

It is unknown how much longer Dick Nigel could have indulged in these thoughts if a security guard had not appeared in the doorway of the room, glanced around the camera, fixed his little pig eyes on Dick and grunted:

"What are you sitting there for, faggot! Get your ass up off the bed and get the fuck out of here!"

This was the last thing Dick expected from the security guard. He didn't even immediately realize that these words were addressed specifically to him, and not to the person he thought might be in the corridor at that moment.

He looked up at the guard, but didn't even move, which made him grunt again:

"Are you deaf, asshole? Fuck off faster, agent, you're already on our staff!"

Silent scene.