Excerpt from The Woman with Three Vaginas:
“Yes sir most dangerous, I repeat most dangerous. In effect she is an intense killing-machine, primed to allure, seduce and then destroy her victims! She was created for our Killbot Program back in 2009, to take out enemy spy agents in our midst. On first sighting she looks like a tall, angular catwalk beauty. She is programmed for maximum sexual-frenzy to sexually drain her victims before she executes them!
“Her method – oh yes I nearly forgot – three vaginas! One regular conception tunnel and two with teeth – real teeth that will munch any penis to pieces!
“The real artistry behind her creation sir, involves the ability of the three vaginas to exchange places with one another our – greatest internal dynamic! The seduced victims subsequently do not know which vagina is in readiness for them! The trouble is sir, I regret to inform you that she has escaped and is currently patrolling the streets of London with targets in mind! We designed her mute sir, but unfortunately that might just add to her darkened allure. We are doing everything to find her Sir.”
She walked through the shadows of Garrick Street looking svelte and rather vampirical. Her raven-black hair fell across her lacy white shirt and her long black skirt completed her symmetry. There were no people, no targets present at the moment. It was 23:03 and she headed across Trafalgar Square where brighter lights would supply her with prey. Her main vagina was moist for mating, but the one at the top of her left thigh was dry and dangerous. Her remaining vagina, near the bottom of her right thigh, was damp and beguiling initially, but then razor–sharp teeth intermittently started to protrude.
She walked inside a public house and many faces turned to gaze adoringly in her direction. No partner had accompanied her and so she seemed fair game for prospective contact. She gently smiled when both
males and females approached her, but when they spoke she pointed to her ears to signify that she was deaf. That increased her vulnerability to some people and yet her attraction to others. Some of her admirers became more tactile as the alcohol built up their bravado and one tall athletic–looking man took the initiative and led her away from the bright lights. He had his car in readiness and he ushered her into the front seat of this vehicle. He turned and kissed her, his tongue tasting of nicotine and white wine. He then pawed at her breasts and clumsily started to massage her…” To read this in full, buy the book by clicking here. Used copy available soon!