The Final Coitus with Asia Scallop

The time has come, friends, to end this story once and for all! The last frontier, ho-ho-ho, is closer than ever! Our brave heroes have gathered together to join forces and fight those who brought depravity to their homeland!

Analdian whores and sluts will no longer rule their instincts to continue the race! Our brave defenders of the fatherland have taken with them everything they need - helicopters, guns and missiles that will blow all this scum to pieces!

Soon they will cross the border of Pet-el-burge to enter THE FINAL CONFLICT, which will take place in Chickulak, a ski resort near Alma-Thou, the capital of the United Juzes of Kasakhia!

And, in order not to distract our brave heroes from important matters, you and I, my little green friend, let's talk for now about what was happening at that time on the other side of the barricades.

Asia Scallop had already taken her place opposite him, her hair disheveled from the small skirmish, and her chest, hidden under a warm fur coat, was heaving up and down.

Dick felt that his mighty machine was ready to take off into the sky again, but, realizing that in this case it was not worth doing, he limited himself to leaning back in his chair, noisily exhaling air through his nose and closing his eyelids, hoping in this way to put his thoughts in order.

But Asia's voice made Richard open one eye to at least see her face.

"So, will you finally stop whining and tell me the whole truth about what the fuck you've been doing all this time?" Asia Scallop said with noticeable irritation, looking at Dick with undisguised contempt in the gaze of her huge eyes the color of puddles of chocolate.

Realizing that he couldn't avoid talking frankly, "Damien The Thorn" sighed and, crossing his arms over his chest, answered in a voice full of melancholy:

"Come on, dear, I know you just have a thing about that very place in our life..."

"I'm not your "darling", you dumb asshole!" Asia continued to bark at him. "And stop calling me that in front of strangers, got it?! We're having a serious conversation here, and you're whining like the last idiot!"

"My dear," said Dick in a conciliatory tone, "I only wanted to say that it is natural for a person to strive for freedom."

"Why are you trying to pull the wool over my eyes?" she asked in a threateningly quiet whisper.

"I'm talking about that incident in that gazebo, well, you know what I'm talking about," he continued, pretending not to see her angry look.

"Are you kidding me, faggot?" Asia hissed. "You killed Buher and Bugenhagen and you think I'm going to forget it, like you killed some losers instead of my bosses? Who do you take me for, asshole?"

"Calm down, dear," "Damien The Thorn" said, trying to speak calmly. "No need to get nervous over trifles..."

"You call this a trifle?" the woman shrieked. "You heartless bastard! You murderer!"

"Enough!" Richard Nigel said without malice, but with steel in his voice. "If you want to hear from me where I've been, then let me do it, and don't interrupt me at every word!"

"Well, at least you finally figured out what I want from you," Asia said in a businesslike voice. "Well, spill it!" she ordered.

"Don't command me, or else..." "Damien The Thorn" said threateningly.

"So what?" Asia asked him, suddenly bursting out laughing; apparently she herself understood the humor of the whole situation.

"Otherwise I'll close myself off and won't tell you anything, understand?" Dick added after a pause, completely seriously.

"Okay, mister I'll-Close-Myself-Off, tell me what you were doing all that time while I was looking for you," Asia said in a feigned tone.

"That's better," nodded "Damien The Thorn" and spread his arms out to the sides. "To be honest, I didn't do anything interesting. I sat at home in front of the TV or read newspapers about all sorts of disasters and terrorist attacks. Sometimes I went for a walk around the city to get some fresh air and stock up on food. In general, I led the usual life of an average Jokyo citizen. My life up until today, when I met you, can't be called anything special."

"I wonder if you thought about me?" the woman suddenly asked him with unexpected passion in her voice.

"Did I think about you?" Dick asked her again. "Yes, sometimes I jerked off in the shower, remembering how wonderfully we fucked on the plane when we were flying to Jokyo... But I don't understand what my personal sexual dissatisfaction has to do with what you want to know?"

"The most direct, the most immediate!" Asia answered enthusiastically. "If I found out that you were sleeping with another woman all this time, I swear to you, I would find that bitch and scratch all her eyes out!" and with these words she spread her fingers, as if wanting to show her interlocutor exactly which fingers would be used to scratch out the eyes of the slut who, to her misfortune, decided to fuck Dick.

"So that's how it is," he said thoughtfully, with a strange intonation. "It turns out that you are jealous of me towards everyone, although you yourself swore to me that you would never marry me! This is very interesting to know!"

"Yes, I'm jealous, I'm jealous of all the whores in Jopon!" Asia screamed. "Of every Jokyo slut! Even if she just looked at you, even if she just smiled once with her disgusting smile!"

"Why?" "Damien The Thorn" asked point-blank.

"Because!" his interlocutor avoided a direct answer. "Simply because!"

"Okay, I already realized that I won't get a confession out of you even under torture," Dick waved his hand at her. "Let's go somewhere to the mountains? It's beautiful there now..."

And with these words he picked up a booklet from the seat and thrust it under the nose of his interlocutor, who had not yet had time to come to her senses.

Asia looked at the little book he held out to her for a few seconds like a sheep at a new gate, and then, roughly snatching it from his hand, began to nervously run her eyes over its pages.

Richard Nigel watched her, trying not to anger her in any way during this process.

Although he had not seen his beloved for twenty years, he still remembered her shitty character, so he was very embarrassed by the kind of painful anger that she showed with every turn of her head.

She eventually managed to read the entire brochure to the end, and when she looked up at "Damien The Thorn", the latter sighed with relief at the interest on her face in what she had just read.

"Well," she said enthusiastically, "that's not a bad idea! We're going ski-i-i-i-ing, wee-e-e-e!!!"

Dick smiled, looking at how Asia, who had been sulking at him a minute ago, was now jubilant as if her late dad had invited her to the skating rink - of course, back in the days when he was not yet deceased.

And so he immediately decided to say the following:

"I am ready to rent a room for both of us in some hotel that will be within easy reach of the resort. Do you mind?"

Asia looked at him with a smile from ear to ear.

"Yes, my boy, I love you for that!" and she rushed towards him with open arms.

Feeling her hot kisses on his face, "Damien The Thorn" smirked to himself - he finally found the key to this bitch's pussy!

And when the woman, having calmed down, finally sat back down, he said:

"Then let's go straight there as soon as the monorail arrives, without any ceremony. Is that okay?"

His interlocutor nodded silently in response, but her smile from ear to ear clearly indicated that she didn't mind.

Dick even thought that when Asia Scallop is not overwhelmed by any ideas, her face is quite nice... But then a creaky voice, like a broken record, came from the speakers in the carriage, saying that the monorail had arrived at the station.

This caused a violent movement of all the people there - all the Joponese who had been sitting quietly up to this point immediately jumped up from their seats and began to crowd around the doors in a crush, waiting for them to open so that the stream of people could spill out.

And only our sweet couple did not lose their heads in this human gut, but, sweetly taking each other by the hand, slowly approached the exit.

There were already a lot of people on the platform at the station in Alma-Thou, but "Damien The Thorn" and Asia Scallop did not feel any difficulties: they were confident in everything, because their hearts at that moment were beating in the same rhythm and their souls were merging together.

Walking forward along a narrow corridor, the couple arrived in a few minutes directly at the exit, where two young men stood, dressed so strictly for the surroundings that one might have thought that they had just left the Congress hall, where the election of a new president was taking place.

Our sweet couple passed by them without giving them a glance, but immediately after they disappeared into the dense human flow, these two guys suddenly, as if on command, pulled out small portable radios from their breast pockets and simultaneously said something short and abruptly into them.

And then, when the same answer came from the speakers of their devices, the two young men immediately put the radios back and, as if nothing had happened, moved forward somewhere in the direction of the newspaper kiosk.

At this time, "Damien The Thorn" and Asia Scallop were already sitting in a taxi, which was taking them to a hotel located near the Chickulak ski resort.

On the way they asked the driver to stop at a souvenir shop - they sold all sorts of little things for tourists there. But he, turning his moustached mug with the invariable for all taxi drivers cap-airfield towards them, said with a wild accent:

"Sorry, bro, but I won't put you off!"

"Why is that?" Richard Nigel frowned.

"Because you're going to throw me away with your girl! You'll go out for a minute and disappear! And I need to get some gas! No, bro, no stops! I'll just push you and your girl to the hotel, and that's where I'll drop you off!"

"Okay," Dick waved his hand, then turned to Asia: "You see, dear, what kind of taxi drivers are in this Alma-Thou - they don't want you to buy yourself a souvenir!"

Asia Scallop couldn't give a shit about what was going on, and she just lazily waved her partner away and stared out the window. And the taxi driver, smiling his toothy smile at his passengers, turned away and continued driving.

After a few minutes, they finally stopped near a small two-story building made of black stone with a glass facade.

The sign above the door had a sign in Flench, which none of those present could read due to their lack of knowledge of the language. The taxi driver, having extorted from Dick, who had little understanding of the local currency, a five dollar tip on top of the meter plus ten cents on top, sent them off with Antichrist and drove away, leaving our sweet couple alone with each other...

However, not for long: a minute later a man of about eighty came out of the hotel doors towards them; he was dressed in an old-fashioned frock coat and was as grey as a hawk.

He came closer to Dick and Asia and in broken The Omen Ican welcomed them to his hotel, after which he pointed his finger first at his feet and then up the street somewhere into the distance, which Dick understood without further ado - he meant that he and Asia could go skiing, for which this nice old man was ready to rip them off with a ton of money.

But instead of immediately accepting this offer, "Damien The Thorn" made it clear to the hotel owner that he and his lady would not be skiing for the time being, but instead wanted to rent a cozy room for two at his hotel.

The old man had no choice but to cast a longing glance down the street, turn his back on his guests and head into the foyer. Our sweet couple took each other's hands and followed him.

They found themselves in a small hotel lobby, where there was a reception desk, behind which a nice old man had already found himself, who immediately got down to his business, namely, quickly filling out some forms to pay for our heroes' stay and simultaneously chattering in broken The Omen Ican about what a wonderful hotel he had.

"Damien The Thorn" and his beloved decided it was best not to listen to the old senile man's advertising nonsense. When it was time to pay, Richard Nigel, after a little haggling - unsuccessfully, however - laid out all the cash he had on the counter in front of the old man and received in return a key with a keychain that was shaped like a scallop ("vieira" in Pornuguese).

Then our heroes went upstairs - for some reason the hotel's asshole architect had not provided an elevator. Having gone up to the second floor, our couple found themselves right in front of the door of the room they needed, which, unexpectedly for them, opened immediately upon their appearance, and a young Asian guy of about the same age or slightly older than "Damien The Thorn" himself came out of the room.

Ignoring Richard Nigel's stern gaze, the stranger stomped forward down the corridor and soon disappeared behind a door with a sign on it indicating that there was apparently a restaurant there.

Dick turned to his companion:

"So how do you like it?" he asked Asia.

She shrugged in response and silently walked into the room. Dick followed her, wondering who the hell had just come out of the room they had just been given and what the hell he was doing there.

But it was too late to find out, because Asia Scallop, tired from the road, was already throwing off her warm clothes, and, remaining in the familiar Dick red shirt with long sleeves and black leggings, she immediately fell onto the sofa standing near the wall closest to the coat rack and closed her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep.

Dick sat down on the chair next to her and began to wait for her to deign to open her eyes - he had no doubt that this would happen very soon.

But Asia did not open her eyes, and he was already beginning to think that she had fallen asleep - but then his gaze fell on the handbag lying next to the sofa, which he had seen her with in the monorail car. He picked it up and opened it.

Inside was a stack of Analdian bills, some photographs of Fuckonto - one of Asia Scallop standing next to some sleek faggot at the entrance to some shopping mall; some papers, her passport, and some business cards. Dick picked one up and read: "Asia Scallop, Chief of Intelligence."

He turned it over in his hands - on the back was a picture of a scallop, which in Pornuguese was called a "vieira". He thought it might be some kind of sign or symbol, but he didn't know what it could mean.

"Damien The Thorn" put the card back in his bag and thought it would be a good idea to ask Asia about it, who at that very moment just opened her eyes - apparently, she was awakened by the sound with which he put the bag back on the floor.

"Hello, my boy," she said tenderly with a smile on her lips.

He smiled back - he was pleased to see her in such a peaceful state. Asia was a very beautiful woman, and he could not understand - why was she still not married?

He thought it might have something to do with the fact that people working in the secret services have no right to a private life. But on the other hand, if she were married to some colonel from the intelligence department or even the Minister of Defense and had a child with him...

No way! He decided not to think about it anymore, so as not to start being jealous of Asia to someone unknown. But, as it turned out later - in vain. Because at that moment he saw that she was already sitting on the sofa and looking at him.

There was something in her eyes that made him immediately understand that she wanted to fuck him right now and immediately. And he, anticipating her intentions, immediately rushed at her, simultaneously pulling off his pants...

When, after twenty to twenty-five minutes, "Damien The Thorn" came in Asia Scallop's wet pussy for the fifth time in a row, he leaned back on the pillow with a sense of accomplishment. Asia was lying next to him, her head on his chest and looking off to the side.

He didn't know where exactly she was looking, but he guessed that she was watching the door leading to the exit of the room. He looked there too, but didn't see anything special - the door was just a door, locked, and all that...

And suddenly he heard someone walking behind the door. He couldn't understand - what was it? But then he realized: it was most likely the same strange guy who left their room before he and Asia checked in.

He tried to get up to see that this was indeed the case, but Asia, who lay exhausted on his chest, did not let him do so.

"Darling, I beg you," she cooed in a tender voice. "Don't get up! It feels so good to lie like this with you..."

"Damien The Thorn" listened to her words and abandoned his essentially ridiculous idea of leaving the room to check his guess that a mysterious stranger was wandering in the corridor, just like Mark Twain.

Instead, he kissed her tenderly on the lips and, raising himself on his elbow and looking into her eyes with tenderness in his gaze, said:

"You know, I think that guy we saw leaving our room, he..." but Dick didn't finish.

Footsteps were heard outside the door, followed by a sound that could be described as someone rummaging around in the lock. A few seconds later, the door suddenly swung open and the same guy walked into the room.

Our sweet couple immediately jumped up from the sofa, trying to hide their naked and hot bodies from prying eyes.

However, the Asian did not even give them a passing glance, but immediately moved somewhere deeper into their room, and then another uninvited guest appeared on the threshold. It was a young man with long black hair, dressed in a black suit and a white shirt.

He, watching as "Damien The Thorn" and Asia Scallop feverishly pulled on the first items of clothing that came to hand, said with a smile:

"Your song is sung, gentlemen! You are under arrest. And do not try to resist, it is useless."

After these words, spoken in a steely voice, the young man stood in the doorway and, with his hands on his hips, stood in such a way as to block the exit from the room. Asia Scallop and "Damien The Thorn" exchanged glances - they understood each other without words: they were arrested as foreigners suspected of spying on the territory of a country waging war with the capitalist world.

But how could this happen? After all, they hadn't done anything in the last few hours that could be attributed to them as espionage. Or...

"You were identified back at the monorail station!" the young man answered, as if reading their thoughts. "Here's the one who did it."

And with these words the young man stepped aside to let a certain young man with European features pass, who, upon entering the room and seeing "Damien The Thorn" with Asia Scallop, immediately pointed his finger at Dick and said:

"It was he who killed my cousin twenty years ago in Whorecouver on the banks of the Phaser River!" he said with hatred in his voice. "I saw him do it! And I will not let him escape retribution for his crimes! And you," he pointed his finger at Asia, "you whore, you will answer for everything too!"

Richard Nigel, who for a while lost his head from the events that were rapidly developing before his eyes, did not immediately understand who this young man was, but when he heard his voice, he immediately remembered that he had seen him then on the boat with the same blond guy whom he had then killed by stabbing him in the throat with a dagger stolen from the exhibition in order to steal the boat, on which he then hoped to sail up the river and get to Spermeattle.

He recognized him by his black hair and frowning face, which, surprisingly, had not changed at all in the twenty years that had passed since then.

Dick didn't even try to guess how this Whorecouver young man ended up in distant Alma-Thou at the Chickulak ski resort, but he immediately understood what was waiting for him and Asia - they would now be arrested and sent to prison, where they would be tortured, or, even worse, killed without trial or investigation, and he would not even have time to understand why. He understood that his life was over.

And he didn't resist - he simply rose from the sofa and, stretching out his hands, allowed the policeman with Asian features who entered after the young man to snap the handcuffs on his wrists.

He didn't even say anything when two other policemen burst into the room, forced the rebellious Asia to submit with their combined efforts, and repeated the same operation on her.

But when they were forced to leave the room and escorted down the stairs, he finally decided that he should say at least a word. And he, having gathered his strength, said:

"Well, my dear, our song is sung. The end has come for "Damien The Thorn" and his girlfriend," he said in a voice full of self-esteem, addressing mainly not his beloved, but the policemen.

Their companions ignored Richard Nigel's words, and soon they were led out into the street, where a police car was waiting for them, into which they were unceremoniously placed.

Dick and Asia found themselves in a cramped cabin, where it was cramped and stuffy. Richard Nigel did not know where they were being taken - he saw only a dark window with a bar on it and the figures of two policemen next to their seat. But he knew that this was the end. The end of their short-lived happiness with Asia Scallop.

And he was ready for this, even finding something pleasant in this whole situation - namely, that before this he and Asia had managed to have sex to their heart's content and he even managed to cum in her pussy five times in a row.

"Damien The Thorn" even tried to smile at his thought, but the smile came out pathetic and forced, because he understood the futility of his attempts to cheer up his girlfriend before the inevitable end of their lives.

Asia, apparently, also understood this and did not respond to his smile, silently turning away to the barred window in the last hope that everything could change for the better. But it was not so.