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Chapter 37

        Mr. and Mrs. Albert Mills boarded a plane in Houston.  They took
their seats in business class for the flight to Brussels.  Russell could
not believe any of this had worked.  Elizabeth had done a great job filling
in an identity for both of them.  Apparently Russell had over 300,000 miles
with this airline earning him the star treatment.  Everything was going
remarkably well.  The next morning the Boeing 767 touched down in Belgium.
 His rental car was waiting, a BMW.  They drove to the North Sea where they
also picked up a van.  Elizabeth drove the van to spot reserved for the
owner of the property Sara would show them.  She got away with it because
technically she owned the house.  Or rather her Swiss identity owned it.
 She loved Russell's naiveté about shell corporations.  Elizabeth set up
her first at the age of sixteen.

        Both had altered their appearances.  Russell grew a beard and dyed
both his hair and beard jet black.  Elizabeth wore a wig that turned her
into a bleached blonde.  Their travel documents reflected this.  They lived
it up at the hotel located a few towns down the coast.  They tipped well
and made sure the staff would know them and get to like them.  Both enjoyed
playing the role of rich, obnoxious Texans.

        On the morning of the 2nd they drove to a train station and left
the car.  They traveled towards Brussels, but got off soon after and took a
cab to the real estate office.  Sara greeted them.  Russell could feel
himself trembling.  She was older.  And looked tired.  But it was her.  She
still had a tight, sexy body.  On her desk sat a picture of Maria.  Unlike
in 1984, she spoke perfect English.  Perhaps she didn't speak it well then
or wasn't confident in her ability.  Elizabeth explained she had found a
property and that was the only one she was interested in seeing.  Sara
suggested other places.  Elizabeth agreed perhaps that would look at those
another day, but for now, it was the beach house in Knokke-Heist.  Sara
asked them to go with her.

        It took about 45 minutes to reach the house.  Summer traffic was
always bad.  Elizabeth did most of the talking.  She was either good at
this or was a pathological liar.  She spun a long tale of their lives in
Houston, how they had met, their honeymoon in Bali, she just went on and
on.  They entered the house.  Sara immediately walked to the living room
which offered a view of the North Sea.  Russell picked up the syringe he
had planted there when they dropped off the van.  Before Sara could make it
halfway across the house, he injected the same paralytic he had used on
Elizabeth.  The woman instantly collapsed.  Quickly Russell and Elizabeth
changed clothes to make them appear to be housepainters.  They rolled Sara
up in a tarp and went out the side door to the van.  Russell quickly went
back into the house to wipe down any surface they might have touched while
Elizabeth secured Sara so she wouldn't roll around.  In less than five
minutes they were on the main road sitting in traffic.

        "Fuck, I can't believe I didn't think about this."

        "Traffic?"

        "Yeah.  I thought in Europe everyone walked or took trains."

        The inched along.  About 45 minutes after leaving Russell handed
Elizabeth another syringe and told her to use it if Sara started to come
around.  About 20 minutes later she jabbed the woman sending her back into
stillness.  Soon after the pulled up to the docks.

        "There are too many people here."

        Elizabeth stepped to the front of the van.

        "Fuck."  She scanned the docks.  "Where's our boat?"

        "Down there, third from the end."

        "Fuck."

        Elizabeth quickly changed into her fisherman outfit and jumped out
of the van telling Russell to stay put.  Fifteen long minutes later she
returned with a cart.

        "How'd you get that?"

        "I just took it.  I figured it would look less suspicious."

        Russell had used the downtime to change.  They loaded Sara, along
with nets, rope, and other items into the cart and wheeled it to their
boat.  Elizabeth returned to wipe down the van.  She had paid 10,000 euro
to a fellow member of the Phreaker Republic to return the van.  Since no
one in the group actually knew anyone else, and the fact they were a tight
knit, ethical group, she thought the risk was minimal.  Russell had fired
up the engines by the time Elizabeth returned.  He guided the boat out of
the harbor and into the North Sea.


Chapter 38

        Sara heard the roar of the diesels.  She had no idea what had
happened.  One second she was showing a house to a nice American couple,
the next she was on the ground.  All of her senses still worked, but she
couldn't move or speak.  They brought her to this boat.  The woman had
stripped her naked and tied her to a table.  Her hands were tied above her
head.  Her ass was at the edge of the table, her legs spread far apart.  It
reminded Sara of some psychotic gynecological exam table.

        She had slowly regained the ability to move.  She screamed for
help, but realized she was alone.  There was no one to help her.  She lied
like that for hours.  She had to pee and eventually decided she could no
longer hold it.  The indignity of urinating on herself made her cry even
harder.

        In what seemed like an eternity the engines stopped followed by a
clanging sound.  She had been around boats long enough to know it was an
anchor.

        She heard a door open.  In walked the man and woman.

        "Hello Sara."

        Russell had shaved.

        "Do I look familiar?"

        "Please, please don't hurt me.  Please let me go.  I'm begging you.
 Please."

        "My name is Russell Klein.  I grew up in Pomona, California.  You
remember Pomona, right?"

        "Just let me go."

        "In case you have forgotten back in 1984 you and your husband,
Joannes, rented a house in Pomona, remember?"

        Sara said nothing more.  Russell started massaging Sara's breasts.
 She protested by squirming, but couldn't stop him.

        "I remember when I first saw you.  I thought you had the sexiest
body of any woman I had ever seen.  I wanted you.  I wanted you bad.  I
wanted to fuck you.  I wanted to fuck you hard.  But you were married to
that fat prick."

        "Please stop.", she begged and then started yelling in Flemish.

        Russell walked around by her legs.  She tried to kick him, but her
feet were secured too tightly.  Russell started stroking her vulva,
pressing her clit as he passed it.

        "The two of you would leave every morning to drive into LA.
 Probably cheering Belgium on to its, what, three gold medals?  What is
Belgium good in?"

        Russell knelt down and started licking her.  She squealed in
Flemish.

        He stopped and smacked his lips.  "Did you piss yourself?  Anyway,
it doesn't matter.  I couldn't help but notice Maria."

        "Maria?"

        "Your daughter.  Your hot, sexy daughter.  She looked just like
you.  Exactly like you.  Same face.  Same body.  Same legs.  Same pussy.
 Just didn't have your huge breasts."

        "What did you do?  Did you hurt her?"

        "You're a bad mother, Sara.  Bad mother.  America is full of sick,
violent people.  You let your sexy six year-old go out alone while you were
off enjoying yourself, bad things were going to happen."

        Sara flailed against the ropes.

        "What did you do to my daughter?  I'll kill you!"

        "Who taught her to ride a bike?  Was it you?  Or your husband?"

        "I'll kill you!"

        "I think it was your husband.  That's usually the father's job.  He
did a good job.  I would watch her ride all over the place.  I followed her
because America is such a dangerous place.  I didn't want anything to
happen to her."

        Sara just sobbed.

        "One night you and your husband kept me up.  You two were swimming
naked in the pool and fucking.  I had never seen two people fuck so much.
 He had you up on the diving board and was just plowing you.  Do you
remember that?  I think the whole neighborhood remembers it to be honest
with you.  It was more than I could take.  I hated you so much because you
were so fucking sexy.  You had the most perfect body.  And you were fucking
that disgusting man.  Since I couldn't have you, I helped myself to Maria."

        "You bastard!"

        "She rode up alone into those hills.  Stupid thing for a sexy young
girl to do.  I raped her up there.  I could see your house from where we
were.  Even though she died in the middle of our love making, I think she
enjoyed it."

        Sara let out a wail and screamed in her native language, the only
word Russell and Elizabeth understood was "Maria".

        "I still don't know what killed her.  After she was dead I made
love to her two more times.  She looked so peaceful.  I then dumped the
bitch's body into the sewer.  The cops were too stupid to look for her
there."

        Russell nodded to Elizabeth who injected Sara with the drug to
shrink her vagina.

        "I want to give you a little taste of what Maria enjoyed that
morning, 18 years ago today."  He glanced at his watch.  "In fact it was
about this very time, it's nearly 8 AM in California."

        Russell removed his clothes and penetrated Sara.  Her puckered
vagina was very tight.  He moved his hips and played with Sara's breasts.
 All she could do was scream and cry.

        "You're just like Maria was that morning.  But sadly you're not
going to die from sex.  You're a grown woman with a pussy meant to take a
man."

        Russell unloaded into Sara.  He squeezed her breasts hard and then
removed himself from her.

        Elizabeth handed him a scalpel.  He showed it to Sara.  Her eyes
focused on it like a laser.

        "If I can't have your pussy, no one can."

        Russell made a lateral incision across her lower abdomen.  The
woman screamed.  He continued slicing through the various layers of skin,
fat, and tissue, until he revealed her uterus.  He made more incisions on
either side of her vulva.  He continued slicing making sure not to hit her
femoral artery.  After ten minutes of slicing he held up a cluster of
organs that included her uterus, Fallopian tubes, ovaries, cervix, vagina,
vulva, and bladder.

        He shoved his penis into her disembodied vagina and started
masturbating with it.  He quickly came, the image of her lying on the table
clinging to life was too much.

        Elizabeth helped him wrap the woman in a net, along with her
reproductive organs.  They secured the net and carried her to a trap door.
 They attached heavy weights and opened the door revealing the cold waters
of the North Sea.  Russell kicked her several times until the bundle landed
with a splash and immediately sank.  After hosing the interior down there
wasn't a sign anything had happened.


Chapter 39

        "Any news?"

        Elizabeth, using an encrypted connection with a spoofed IP address,
looked.

        "This translator isn't the best.  But the gist of it is Sara is
missing.  She showed two clients a house.  No one at the agency knows who
the clients were.  There's nothing in her appointment book except the fact
she had an appointment."

        "What about emails?"

        "I only communicated by phone."

        "I'm still so nervous."

        "It was last August!  It's the end of May.  Memorial Day weekend.
 Almost June.  This article is the latest one and it was printed shortly
after.  If they haven't found anything by now..."

        "She could wash up on shore."

        "If there's anything left of her."

        Elizabeth put her hand on her belly.

        "Want to feel Wendy kicking?"

        Russell rested his hand on her abdomen.

        "I hope that test was right and it is a girl.", he said.

        "You're the doctor."

        "Funny thing.  After all my years of training I'm less confident
about the miracles of modern medicine.  This urine and blood test just
isn't very accurate."

        She wrapped her arms around Russell and kissed him.

        "Image, in a few months Wendy Johnston Klein-Clayton will be born
and...", she made a slashing motion across her throat.

        "Her namesake was a real bitch to you wasn't she?"

        "Wendy Johnston?  I hated her.  Maybe we ought to get her on a boat
in the North Sea and..."

        "And how about not."

        Elizabeth laughed and kissed Russell again.  He went through these
bouts of anxiety and depression since their adventure in Belgium last
summer.

        "You loved her didn't you?"

        "Who?"

        "Sara.  And Maria.  You miss them."

        Russell sighed.  "It's so much more complicated than that."

        "It's how I feel about my own body.  I simultaneously love it and
hate it.  I want to enjoy my pussy as much as I want to rip it out of me."

        Russell gave a non-committal nod.  Elizabeth kissed him again.

        "I wish Wendy could be born on August 2nd."

        "That would have been neat, I'll admit.   But your cycle just
didn't align."

        "Could she be born early?"

        "It happens."

        After a pause Elizabeth said, "I hate seeing you like this.  Would
my naked body bouncing on top of you help?"

        "Immensely."


Chapter 40

        Another contraction hit Elizabeth.  She grimaced.  She and Russell
were both naked in their gynecological room in the basement.  Russell held
a cold, wet washcloth on her forehead.  She aimlessly moved her arm looking
for Russell.

        "How far along am I?"

        He inserted his hand into her vagina.

        "Almost ten centimeters."

        "I can't believe I open up that wide in there."

        "You do."

        She grabbed his erect penis.

        "Are you ready for her?"

        "I am.  I'm really looking forward to this.  My own daughter!"

        Elizabeth's labor continued.  Russell monitored it.  Finally he was
able to tell her to push.  Elizabeth struggled.

        "Is she coming out?"

        "Not yet.  Just breath deeply.  Breathe.  Breathe.  Now push."

        Elizabeth continued pushing.

        "You're crowning."

        Elizabeth wept.

        "I see her face, stop pushing."

        The feeling of the baby in her vagina was as strange as it was
painful.  She couldn't believe this was a natural process.

        Russell looked at his daughter's face.  He checked that the cord
wasn't wrapped around her neck.  Upon confirming that he forced open her
mouth and inserted the tip of his penis.  He knew he wouldn't have much
time.  Both he and Elizabeth used their hands, and she used her own mouth,
to assure a high level of readiness.  The feeling of the inside of his
in-the-middle-of-being-born daughter's mouth ran though him like a
lightning bolt and he quickly emptied into her.  She made gagging motions,
but couldn't inhale due to the pressure of Elizabeth's vaginal walls.

        "Keep pushing."

        "Did she enjoy it?"

        "No."

        "Good."

        With two good pushes out came Wendy Johnston Klein-Clayton, born at
3:22 PM on Sunday, August 10, 2003.  The baby immediately started crying.
 Russell laid the baby on her back on Elizabeth's abdomen.  Elizabeth
reached down and felt her daughter's vulva.

        "It is a girl!"

        Russell applied lubricant at the entrance of his daughter's vagina.
 The opening was tiny.

        "Hold her tight."

        Russell grabbed the girl's calves while the mother held her down.
 Russell tried to ease his penis into the girl, but it wouldn't go.  He
took a deep breath and thrusted hard as he yanked on her legs.  He went in.
 The baby screamed bloody murder.  By the feeling he could tell he had
ripped her.  She had the feeling of fucking a warm meatloaf.  Blood came
out of her.  She turned a deep shade of purple as she screamed, unable to
inhale.

        Elizabeth patted her daughter's chest and said, "It's okay Wendy,
let daddy rape you to death."

        The baby managed to inhale and let out another wail.  Russell
continued stroking not wanting to finish until his daughter was dead.
 Elizabeth wanted to the girl to "die on the vine", have the baby die while
still attached to her.  Both got their wish.  The baby shook violently and
went limp.

        "Is she dead?", said Elizabeth in a shrill voice.

        Russell took a pulse.  He felt nothing, so he released.

        "As a doornail."

        He looked up at the clock.

        "3:28 PM.  She was alive for six minutes."

        "And she was getting laid almost every second of it."

        After Elizabeth passed her placenta, Russell tossed Wendy, cord,
and all into a large bowl.  He then helped Wendy out of the chair.  They
both admired their handiwork.  Russell could feel her swollen, warm breast
against his side.  She was crying.

        "You do beautiful work.  I wish you could do that to me."

        Russell held her.  He was equally confused.  How could he give
Elizabeth her wish but have her wake up beside him the next morning?"

        After they had showered and dressed they went back down.  Their
dead daughter was as they had left her.  Elizabeth had bought an industrial
grade food processor months ago and had it ready.  She dumped Wendy into
it.  Russell flinched as the blades crushed his daughter's skull and few
other hardened bones.  After a few minutes she was reduced to a red liquid
pulp that Elizabeth unceremoniously dumped into the toilet and flushed.

        That evening Russell drank milk from Elizabeth's breasts while
gently stroking her clitoris.  They both desired conventional sex.  Russell
penetrated her, but the pain was too much, even for Elizabeth.  He reminded
her of the pain Wendy had felt, so they tried again.  He was able to cum
quickly, which wasn't too soon for Elizabeth.
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