King XXVII If It Happens in Rio

This novel include graphic sex scenes, some involving minors, rape and forced sex. It is purely a fantasy and is not depicting real people or events. It is intended as a satire and is meant to be both funny and stimulating. The stories have a political slant as you will see. I hope you enjoy them. New chapters will be published as they are finished.

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The taxi cab driver steered through the busy, colorful streets of Rio de Janeiro which to me, always seems to be in a festive mood regardless of whether there is Carneval or not.

"If you look up here between these two towers on the right and through the clouds, senor and senorita, you will see the famous statue of Cristo Redentor on top of Corcovado Mountain," he told us.

"Yes, we're been here before so you don't have to point out the landmarks like we are some typical American tourists," Donna said.

"I am sorry, senorita, it is just that you are headed for the Ministry of Foreign Relations which is a popular tourist attraction for you Americans here in Rio," he said.

"I guess you see a lot of American tourists down here," I said. I needed conversation to lighten my mood.

"Yes, and soon when Rio wins the 2016 Olympics, many more people from all over the world will flock to Rio and really put us on the map," he told us.

"I'm afraid that if our President has his way, those Olympics will be held in his home town of Chicago," I said.

"I am afraid that will not happen, senor," said the cab driver. "You see there are already many Americans here in Rio and in Copenhagen working to embarrass the American President and make sure the Olympics go elsewhere. Obama is a great man, but his enemies do not play fair."

Donna and I looked at one another. Could this be true? Americans working against America getting the Olympics? It did not seem possible.

We dismissed what the taxi driver told us until later when we saw Senator Exeter, the high-ranking Republican at the Foreign Affairs Ministry. He was leading a large group of other high-ranking Republicans out of the building toward a waiting limo. He did not see us.

Later, I asked the Brazilian Foreign Minister what Exeter was doing in town.

"He is here, senor, to help Rio get the Olympics," the Foreign Minister said matter-of -factly. Apparently, it was no big secret locally.

"But that is crazy," I said. "Why would he do that?"

The Foreign Minister laughed.

"You are also apparently unaware that there is a large delegation in Pakistan currently working with the Taliban and Osama bin Laden's deputies on trying to get them to launch greater, more deadly attacks on the American homeland," he said with a smile.

"That's even crazier," I said.

"Senator Exeter says that your president Obama is the greatest threat to America, and patriots like him must do everything within their power to drive Obama from office," the foreign minister said.

"Patriots?" I said. "That is the height of treason. I mean I've heard some conservative pundits in the States say that the best thing that could happen would be another terrorist attack. Glen Beck even wants to return America back to the days following 911. But this is insane."

"Mr. Cocksure, I assure you that we in Brazil have problems of our our with right-wing nuts," said the Foreign Minister. "I don't pretend to understand the motives or actions of the wing nuts in your country."

"Neither do we, Your Honor, but your time is limited and we are here on a much more pressing matter," Donna said. "We have heard a rumor that Gustav Buckner flew from Atlantic City to Rio at the special invitation of the Brazilian government? Can you tell us why he is here and where we might find him?"

"I assure you it was not we who invited that scumbag to Rio," the Foreign Minister said. "It must have been members of one of your delegations to Rio. Perhaps Senator Exeter can enlighten you?"

"Was Buckner in that delegation that just left?" I asked.

"He might have been," the Foreign Minister said. "Senator Exetor travels with a large entourage and frankly I did not study all of their faces. Buchner's appearance is familiar to me. He is wanted here in Rio for many crimes, and I know he is wanted for crimes back in your country, the butchery of that young girl recently, for example. But I would not have expected him to be in Exeter's delegation and Buchner always travels in disguise in any case."

Donna leaped to her feet and grabbed her purse.

"Sorry to leave so hurriedly, Your Honor, but perhaps we still can catch them," she said.

We were down the steps at the Ministry Building and back in our waiting taxi in a matter of minutes. The light rain had peppered the streets and made them slick, but the driver peeled out as soon as we were settled in the back seat.

"We are following that Buckner fellow in Senator Exetor's delegation, correct?" he said.

"You know Buckner?" Donna said,

"Yes, he and Exeter come here often," the driver said. "All of us drivers know them. Sometimes I think Exeter has a South American sweetheart down here like that other U. S. politician does."

We were speeding through the crowded wet streets of Rio in the general direction Exeter's limos had gone.

"How many people in that delegation?" I asked Donna.

"At least 30 and some looked like Xe reps," she said. "You know how much I hate Blackwater."

"That means they will be carrying guns," I said.

"They will be armed to the teeth," Donna retorted.

The driver continued to drive as if he knew where he was going. It turned out that he did.

"If Senator Exeter went anywhere, it probably is here," he said as he steered up into a busy parking lot in Rio's market district. Sure enough, the limos we had seen leave the Foreign Ministry Building were parked neatly in the valet parking area. Several XE guards carrying Uzis were patrolling nearby.

"We don't have Loyola to stop those bastards this time," Donna said.

"I don't think they'll be a problem here," I said.

Donna leaped from the car before I could stop her and ran through the rain toward the guards. I made a quick phone call and chased after her. By the time I reached her, however, a big, ugly fellow in blue coveralls accosted her. She didn't miss a step. One of her legs went flying into the guard's shin, splintering it like bad balsa wood. He screamed like a demon and his compatriots came to his aid. Donna was already on her way past the guards and into the front door of the building directly ahead of her.

"Donna wait?" I said.

With Donna already out of their grasp, the guards descended on me. A large man with a thick Fu Manchu mustache emerged from the door through which Donna had just disappeared.

"Okay, gentlemen, holster your weapons," he said. "I know this man."

"Hello, Greg," I said. "I didn't figure to see you this trip or I would have told you I was in town."

"No problem, Mr. Cocksure," Greg Boldura said. "This man is with me."

The XE guards relaxed, but one demanded action be taken against the blonde "cunt" who just shattered his friend's leg.

"Would that have been, Donna?" Greg asked me.

"None other," I said.

"Gentleman, get your friend to a hospital," Greg told the XE guards. "I will deal with the blonde. The club will be responsible for treating your friend's leg."

The guards thought for a moment, then focused on helping the guy with the shattered leg. Greg studied the injured leg with a pained expression.

"Jesus, Donna did that?" he said. "It looks like she put his leg in a meat grinder. What's gotten into that woman."

"She thinks the guy who killed her brother is inside," I said as we both started walking inside.

"She doesn't know about you and this place?" Greg said.

"No, she can't be aware of everything," I said.

"She is going to be surprised," Greg added.

"Not half as surprised as Senator Exetor," I said. Above the door we entered, there was a flashing red sign that said simply El Scandal.

We found Senator Exetor in the the VIP room with his entourage, or at least part of it. Donna had him pinned against the wall with a wicked-looking automatic hand gun pressed against his throat.

"Cocksure, thank God," Exeter mumbled. "Though I hoped I'd never see you or deal with you again, please call off your trained Amazon here. Tell her the penalties for assaulting a Senator of the United States, especially in a foreign country."

"When we tell people back home what you've been doing here in Rio," I said, "all of the penalties will be directed at you."

"And what do you think I am doing?" Exeter said. Donna had a tight grip on his wind pipe and he was having definite trouble speaking above the loud Samba music pounding in the background. Around us, nude and semi-nude female dancers swirled beneath flashing colored lights.

"Working against your own country's bid for the 2016 Olympics," I said.

"That's hardly news down here," Exeter said. "Obama must be stopped at any cost. If you had gone through with what we paid you for last year at this time, America would not face this crisis."

"You mean embarrass Obama with a fake porn movie," I said. "You were lucky then I didn't turn you over to the police. No, and it doesn't surprise me that you'd been trying to undermine the President's Olympic bid with another of your dirty tricks. But working with Osama to destroy Obama, now that's treason, Senator. You might end up in Gitmo with the other terrorist bastards."

"Ask him where Buckner is before I slit his throat," Donna growled.

"Senator, if you know anything about Mr. Buckner, I suggest you tell Donna here," I said. "You see, Buckner killed her brother a little over a year ago and I am afraid she's losing patience on bringing him to justice. Your status as a Senator won't stop her from killing you."

"Now see here," a member of the Senator's entourage spoke up. "You and this harridan break in here with guns making threats and charges. What gives you the right?"

"Tell them, Greg," I asked Boldura.

"Mr. Cocksure owns this club," Greg said.

"What?" Exeter sputtered. "I swore I'd never have any dealings with you ever again after last year's debacle."

"Live and learn, Senator," I said. "I probably own a lot of things you don't know belong to me, like that golf club where you play nearly every day and that spa up in Maine you and your mistresses frequent."

"Brad, you let me charge in here like the U. S. cavalry and didn't tell me you owned this place?" Donna said.

"Donna, you know about my U. S. holdings, but a whole different division manages offshore operations. Even I don't know everything I own, but luckily I thought I remembered hiring Greg here to run this club--one of the finest in Rio I might add--and just before leaving the taxi, I called him to find out if he still was the manager here. Luckily, he was nice enough to come out and rescue my ass from the XE guards after you foolishly ran inside before I could stop you."

"I'm sorry," she said. "I was just so eager to get my hands on Buckner."

"I know," I said. "How about it Senator? Do you tell us about where Buckner is. Or do I let Donna here kill your sorry ass."

I winked surreptitiously at Greg just to let him know I was kidding about the killing part. At least I thought I was.

"Ortega's," Exetor sputtered. "He said he couldn't come here to the Scandal. He said he has his own clubs down here in Brazil and he was going to see his old friend, Colonel Ortega. He must have known you owned this club."

"He probably just knew he didn't own it," I said. "I'd hate to think he knows more about what I own than I do."

I turned to Greg and whispered to him.

"Ortega's?" I said.

"A real bad dude, boss, a political power down here and first class pervert," Greg said. "Rumor has it he shoots snuff films on his ranch out in the rain forest. Lots of other really hinky things go on there as well."

"Can we go there?" I said. "I'm sure Donna will insist."

"You'll need me to get in," Greg said. "He associates me with other strip club managers here in Rio. He's come here from time to time looking for girls for his films and clubs he owns, apparently with Buchner as his partner. I try to warn the girls not to take his offers but he pays really well and some of these kids down here are just so poor, the temptation is too great, even at the risk of their lives."

Two days later we found ourselves sitting on Ortega's back porch looking out into the vast rain forest just beyond where a series of bright search lights penetrated the darkness.

"I invited you here, Mr. Boldura, to show you a game we like to play with some of the girls we have here at the compound," he was telling Greg.

"Game?" Greg asked.

"Yes, Mr. Boldura," Ortega grinned evilly. "perhaps you and your business associates here, Mr. Craddock and Miss Mellon, would like to participate?"

"Is it like a race?" Greg said.

"Yes, a race of life and death," Ortega said. "You see, we release 50 girls, some very young, and all naked as the day they entered the world. They are given a 15 minute head start into the forest. Then I turn loose my soldiers with their hunting dogs to catch them."

"And when they catch them?"

"Why, of course, they can do anything to them they desire, sexually, physically, emotionally," Ortega said. "Many of the girls never return. They are raped repeatedly, eventually killed, and their bodies are thrown unceremoniously into the Amazon, never to be found again."

"Brad," Donna whispered to me frantically, "we're not going to sit idly by while this creep does this, are we?"

"I am not sure we have a choice," I said. "We are outnumbered here 100 to one. I haven't spotted Buchner yet. Have you?"

"No, he would be dead if I had," Donna whispered. "I'm thinking of trying to take out the whole compound."

"Your planning is inspiring but won't save anyone," I said. "No, our best bet is to play along and then try to save as many of the girls as we can once the chase begins."

"Do you think he's really serious about this?" Donna asked.

"Does Colonel Ortega look like someone who is a big kidder?"

She only had to look at Ortega's dead eyes and firm-set jaw to see the answer to that question.

Shortly later, 50 naked girls were herded out into the court yard. Many were sobbing and trembling in fear and from the late night chill. Overhead, a tropical moon swam against white puffy clouds in a sea of stars bordered by the swaying forest canopy.

"They have been told, senor, that when the bell rings, they must run bare foot toward the river to win their freedom," one of the Colonel's fat, pimply junior officers told me. "Of course, none of them ever do. These are girls from the shanty towns in Rio and they do not know the forests. Moreover, the dogs are very good hunters. Unfortunately, sometimes they rip up the girls before we get to them, but the result always is the same. None will live beyond this night. I have my eye on that sexy tiny girl with the red hair over there. I will cut off her head with my machete as she sucks my balls. "

He pointed out a flat-chested kid, perhaps 14 with her arms folded in front of her to hide her nakedness. I knew which girl I would try most to save this night above all others.

Suddenly, the bell sounded and the girls crying and screaming dispersed into the forest.

"Now we must wait for 15 minutes," the junior officer told me. "There are only 20 of us hunting tonight since not every soldier participates in the hunt, so there will be much pussy for every hunter. My name is Tony, Senor Craddock. Let me be your guide tonight and you will enjoy much pussy and torturing. It is unusual but not unprecedented that women join us as hunters, but when they do, always they are the most vicious killers. Your friend, Miss Mellon, is such a woman?"

"Oh yes, a real killer," I said. Little did he know what a terrific killer Donna was. When she encountered Tony in the forest, I was sure he'd discover that for himself.

"If you don't get there before the dogs, sometimes you end up fucking a barely alive girl with four bloody stumps where her hands and feet belonged," Tony said. I stepped as far away from him as I could out of fear I might strike out and kill him.

"Brad, I can't believe this is going on in this day and age," Donna whispered to me later.

"Did you expect to come here and find a tea party going on?" I said.

"I really didn't think at all other than getting my hands on Buckner for what he did to my brother and to Lisa Ann," she said.

"Now is the time to be smart, not emotional," I said. "Who knows, Miss Mellon, Buchner might turn up among the hunters tonight. This would seem to be his idea of a great party."

"When we get as many as we can to the river, you know what we will do..." Donna said.

"Yes, I know, but we have to make it there first," I responded.

When the bell sounded a second time, I followed my "friend" Tony into the forest behind a group of snarling, growling dogs. Ahead of me, I could see Ortega and Greg Boldura silhouetted in the moonlight. Ortega seemed to accept Greg as another corrupt strip club owner weaved into Rio's underbelly. He was speaking rapidly to him in Portugese, a language I did not speak but Greg spoke fluently. Greg has gotten us invited here on the pretext of trading women between Ortega's and Buckner's clubs and ours. Of course, he didn't tell Ortega my real name or Donna's.

I lost Tony in the think growth. Girls running naked and barefoot through this area would be hampered by razor sharp leaves, insects, snakes and a host of other impediments. The 15-minute lead they were given was a sham. Ahead of us I could hear the dogs barking and running through the undergrowth. Every so often, one of the girls would scream out in bloody terror.

I came upon two of Ortega's men holding down two young girls as they raped them anally. The girls were screaming and crying.

I picked up a large dead tree branch and struck both soldiers in the back of their heads as hard as I could. Whether they lived or died, I don't know. They fell in a heap and I helped the girls to their feet.

"Run over to that large tree, hide and wait for me," I told them. "We will get you out of here."

I wasn't sure they understood me, but they did move on toward the tree I'd pointed toward. I searched frantically for my "friend" Tony.

I saw him in the moonlight with his little "cherub" with the red hair on her knees in front of him. He was skull fucking her violently. Spit frothed out of her mouth and glistened in large drops in the moonlight. Tony had his machete raised above his head and he was calling out to me.

"Watch, Mr. Craddock," he said.

"Noooo!" I screamed.

Suddenly the smile on Tony's face disappeared and he fell foward. Donna had, indeed, followed him and stopped him as I had asked her. Blood spurted from where she'd drawn the knife across Tony's throat.

"Come on," I said. "We've got to get to the river."

We rescued several other girls on our way toward the river, killing or maiming 10 of Ortega's hunters. Eventually, I caught up to Greg Boldura and Ortega. Ortega was already dead when we reached them.

"You know, boss, I hope you don't mind I did this fellow in," said the large ex-bouncer with the Fu Manchu. "I couldn't abide what he was about to do to those girls over there."

"Greg, you are a pillar of rectitude and restraint as far as I am concerned," I told him. "Now round up those girls and head toward the river."

"Yes, sir," he said.

We'd accumulated a band of perhaps 18 naked and frightened girls and moved cautiously toward the river. Behind us we could hear occasional screams and gun shots. Who knew what atrocities were transpiring behind us. Ahead, I could see the movement of armed men toward our position.

"Jennings, is that you?" Donna called.

"Christ, Miss Westbrook, what are you doing way out here in the jungle," said a man in camouflage gear. "You told us we were supposed to wait on the river until everybody went to sleep, then come into the compound to get you."

"Change of plans, Mr. Jennings," Donna said. "We had some people to rescue. As you go back toward the compound, you'll see other naked girls like these. Save as many as you can. I will join you as soon as we get these other girls to the river."

"There was a large contingent of armed men waiting down there on the river that we had to take care of silently," Jennings said. "I don't know if they were waiting for you or to stop the girls from reaching the river."

"They probably were waiting for you, but you surprised them by getting there earlier than they planned." I said.

"You think so?" Donna said.

"The fact we haven't seen hide nor hair of Buckner leads me to believe he, and perhaps the now deceased Colonel Ortega knew who we were really and planned this little party in our behalf," I said.

"But wouldn't he have been smart enough to think of us arranging our little attack-from-the Amazon surprise?" Donna said.

"Look at it this way," I said. "Buckner has just had us take out his South American partner. I wonder how much he would have paid for that? We did it gratis for him."