The SHADOW!...triple xxx

[Annabelllee2003]

Just as ole Karl sites in on Lamar, Margot catches the movement out of the corner of her eye and collapses, causing the NSP-IX to go deeper, Mrs. Smith to fall forward and Lamar falling onto her, thus saving his nuts when the Lugar erupts.

Lamar is just aware of the boom in the room and a searing pain across his ass. A flesh wound.

It did motivate him a bit though.

In an instant he's pulled out the pooper of the lucious Nazi queen and is hauling her up using her as a sheild.

Margot regains her senses long enough to send a kick to the gun hand of Karl sending the Lugar flying through the air to shatter the mirror and discharge a bullet that richochets off the NSP-IX, and twangs Karl along his thick skull, knocking what little sense he had straight out of his noggin.

"Goddam it Lamar, smack that bitch down and untie me. Do I have to do everything myself?"

Larmar having the broad by the waist spins her and lets her fly to hit the wall. She drops like a sack when her head smacks the wall and slides down still weilding the NSP-IX.

Lamar fades back in and finally unties Margot, sneaking a peek at the juicy snatch of his girlfriend.

When free, Margot stands and launches a sound kick to the nads of Lamar.

"Idiot, next time think with your brain and not your dick."

Watching Lamar fade in and out again whilst clutching his jewels softens Margot a bit.

"All right, get up, I didn't kick you that hard.
"Now what do we do with these two?"

 

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Lamar knows what he'd like to do with the limp pulchritude of der Frauleine but isn't sure Margot will approve.
And besides he's feeling a bit numb in the groin area.

"Tie 'em up baby, while I call J.Edgar."
The Shadow faded out, presumably to find a telephone while Miss Lane eyed the ferocious NSP-IX.
No way it would fit in her handbag...

Lamar returned in time to help truss up Margaret's jutting tits, but there was a concern on his face that caused his partner to pause, still holding Karl's semi turgid sausage in her hand ready to be carefully packaged.
"What's wrong dear...was Edgar mean to you?"

Lamar stood back after giving the Valkyries nipples a good tugging to make sure she was still in lala land.
"I never got to him!"
"Some damned assistant, assistant or other named Tad, told me no one in the office had ever heard of the Shadow and that "Hoovie" was busy right now."

Miss Lane continued to stroke the Zoopermenches penis, testing for signs of life, but her pretty brow was knit in a frown...
"Oh Lamar what are we going to do with these vile creatures then!"

The Shadow flashed in and out like lightning and smiled.
"Baby we're gonna take them to him!
Book us a first class compartment on the Capitol Limited!
...but first let's have some fun?"
He was holding the NSP-IX at the ready and grinning like a cheshire cat.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Margot grinned wickedly, and said "First, let's put them against the bureau. They can watch if they wake up Larmar. Nazzi scum" she sniffed with an aristocratic toss of her dazzling hair.

Closing and locking the door that Larmar has managed to ignore on his way out and back in she struts around the limited space of the room, letting her boobs bounce and teasing Larmar with every little shake of her can.

Then with a little thought of letting bygones be bygones she moves to Lamar and touches his already overblown erection and rather bats the NSP-IX to the side to slide against him.

"What would it feel like, I wonder."

"What would what feel like?"

"Oh nuthin," Margot answered with a squeeze of his dick and a little touch of nipples on his chest.

"What would WHAT feel like Margot?"

Another evil grin falls over the lovely Miss Lane's face as she leaves Lamar and proceeds to carefully position herself on the bed.

"What THAT would feel like in me with you fucking me of course, Lamar."

OY! The thought sent a shiver down to his toes and up to his penis that proclaimed the expectation of such a stellar event entirely to his liking, with a huge jerk and forcing even more brain cells into his shaft.

With a mighty cry of "HI HO Silver!" he was behind Miss Lane in a thrice, his tongue doing duty on her asshole, getting her wet for his entrance and he didn't even worry about the er, aerodynamics? of the position.

A whiz and bang and the NSP-IX roared into life and Lamar positioned himself at the entrance to her slick little hole with glee. Pushing the pistoning machine into her waiting snatch until she squealed, he figured he could hold it one handed whilst he got his stick in her ass.

With a grunt and a moan from Miss Lane, he came home, scored a run, tagged an out, make a liberty pass, and came to rest deep within her anal depths. The macabre machine was throbbing in her, squooshing against his manliness through her pussy wall and Lamar faded in and out 2 dozen times while his ass danced in a CHA-CHA against the bum of the lovely Miss Lane.

In the background if one listened closely - one could hear the nasty curses of crude German uttered from a dripping Margaret and the answering obscenities of the quite hard Karl.

 

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Margot was holding onto the brass bedstead for dear life, her entire body and the bed doing a Saint Vitas dance of Sex under the shocking impact of the Teutonic Fornikater. Thankfully with Germanic thoroughness the NSP-IX did not need external support while it ravaged and pillaged Margot's secret places. Two small steel clamps had extracted and were firmly clutching her trembling ass, while two extender arms had coldly snaked across her belly and were now tightly attatched to her breasts.


Though Lamar was trying mightily to keep pace, he was having to lock his legs around Miss Lane's wide spread shuddering thighs in order to stay mounted on her wildly oscillating body.
He wasn't sure if it was the hot tight glove of Margot's nether chanel or the fierce rubbing his pecker was taking from the infernal device slamming into her pussy just below but Lamar found himself ejaculating before he even knew it!
She seemed oblivious to his outpourings, her entire body only answering to the Nazi Pleasure Machine as it thrust and spun and probed and twisted deep inside her.

Lamar slipped off her sweaty rump and fell to the floor, his cock still dripping and watched in amazement as yet another appendage detatched itself from the contraption, an appendage looking like an octopus tentacle with a small propeller at the tip, and slid into the passage he'd just vacated!

"OHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDLAMONTTTTTT!"
Margot screamed,
"DONT STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!"

He looked sadly at his wilting member, then at the incredible Fucking Thing that seemed permanently attatched to his orgasmic Girl Friday...

"OKay Baby....I won't!"
He shot an evil look at the bound sturmtoopers on the couch who were giggling behind their gags.




OOC...Annabelllee, my dear girl I will be away all next week, trying to catch up on RT things.
Never fear....
The Shadow WILL RETURN!

 

[Annabelllee2003]

While Margot thrashed and bucked again and again with each plateau - Lamar decided he'd heard enough teeheeing from the gagged duo.

A dilemma? Which mouth to silence first?

Larmar thought for a moment, barely distracted by all the noises still coming from Miss Lane (the heroine valiantly striving to test the Fuckamacallit's capabilities - one must know exactly what technology the Nazi Scum has come up with now after all...).

Lamar decided to rearrange the erstwhile egomaniac Karl with his best asset stiff in the air which upon further speculation decided that the voluminous and vulnerable void of Margaret would fit splendidly (with merely a fairly huge shove). It was not but a moment that Larmar had the gag off her and his less than squeaky clean perkless peter placed into the mouth of same nasty Nazi for some serious pipe cleaning.

As Mrs. Smith went to town and life was beginning to stir in Lamar - the room was splintered with a final wail from Miss Lane. It seems the nefarious NXP-IX took that as a sign it was time to shut down - for no sooner had her cry ceased ringing in the room when most of all the attachments were sucked back into the machine and Miss Lane was just able to roll over in time to have a cigarette placed at her lips with one snaking attachment and lit with another before fully retracting and laying silent.

Margot puffed contentedly with only a “I’m taking that baby home with us, Lamar.”

She really doubted he heard her as by now his eyes were rolling up and he had Mrs. Smith’s head gripped firmly as he proceeded to polish his pole. Karl’s eyes were fairly bugging out with the motion of Mrs. Smith and it’s too bad really that multi-tasking hadn’t been invented yet ‘cause she was damn good at it - being German and all.

When her cig finished, Margot went to dress and only smiled sweetly at Lamar in passing.

“When your quite finished dear, I think we should head to J. E.’s”

 

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Though disgusted at the thought of once again sucking a degenerate amerikaner penis, Frau Margaret was Teuton enough to never leave a job undone or not done well.
It did give her quite a start though when Lamar did his orgasmic disapearing act and she received a hot load of thick invisble jism from a thick invisible cock.

Both Nazi's blinked at The Shadows fade out and it was all Lamar could do to stop the tell tale laugh when he reappeared a second later and withdrew his still sputtering member from the spies spunk filled mouth.

"Thanks, WunderBitchen."
He said taking the lit cigarette from Margot's trembling hands.
"I needed that."

He paused considering things.
How to get these two to Hoover as quickly as possible.
A train would take to long.
He was afraid of flying.
Damn flying, they didnt even have bus fare!

A rifling of the Evil Duo's goods produced only $4 dollars in bad counterfit bills and a dogeared pornographic postcard of a buxom blond named Eva Braun.

"GODDAMIT Lamar! Help me!"
Margot was trying somehow to stuff the NSP into her purse.
She blew a strand of hair from her damp forehead, obviously distraught, even in the midst of heated sex her forehead was never damp.
It just wouldn't fit.

"Baby, wrap it in a pillowcase. Come on we gotta go! There's no telling if these two have friends on their way here right now!"
Cranston stood at the couch, glaring down at der Schmidts.

"What about them Lamar. How do we get them to DC without trouble?"
Misss Lane was clutching the Mark IX now wrapped in pink chenille tightly to her breast.

Good question...

"Okay you two, stand up!"
They did, four eyes smoldering with hate.

"Swear to me by your undying obedience to Der Fuehrer that you will not try and escape."

They looked at each other.

"Well?..I'm waiting."
Lamar crossed his arms, a look of smug satisfaction on his face.


"YA, YA! We agree. We wont try and escape..Never..No...Absolutely not!"
They chorused.

"See Margot, it was easy."

Miss Lane had her doubts but she also had a new best friend and was feeling mellow.
She smiled,
"Okay...now how do we get there?"

"Baby,"
He said, walking to the door.
"A good old fashioned AMERICAN way.
We hitch hike."

 

[Annabelllee2003]

After seeing to the Smith's - having them dress and the like - Lamar and Margot were ready.

They made a quick stop to the apartment - allowing Margot a raid on the cash she's stashed ($2.49), tooth brushes and powder, a much larger handbag (to accomodate her newest find) and a change of clothes and makeup. Margot refused to be seen with a hair out of place after all.

With dire intent Margot explains to the German duet that a doublecross would bring Larmar's talent down on them long enough to get them arrested and stuck behind bars - for the duration at best, and a firing squad at worst.

Waking the snoring Lamar - they bundled the Strichjunge and
Stricherin - (think of paid sex workers) out into the dawn. They made a procession - Margot - the Smiths - and Lamar bringing up the rear, cutting through the alley and stepping over unmentionable nasty things. Margot smiles when she hears a "Fich" from Frau Schmidt as her foot misses the mark and lands in fresh dog poop.

"Get us a ride baby."

"All right Lamar."

Margot swings into action as they come to the main road and lifts her skirt a bit to passing motorists while Lamar and the Nazi's wait a ways ...away.

Waving off car after car - and a couple of promising ladies - Margot waits for a truck.

As the driver contemplates Miss Lane's legs, Lamar hustles the Smith's in the back and they rather all breathe a sigh of relief as the driver starts driving.

Then he turns south!

"Aren't you going, er, EAST?" Margot's voice rather squeaks as the driver turns south.

"No, Ma'am. My cargo is bound for New Orleans."

Margot's mind racing - she decides to convince him.

"We, er, I really need to get to DC, mister. It's a matter of National Security!"

"No Ma'am, Mr. Alvin G. Jones has never missed a delivery yet! And I'm heading to N.O. I'll let you out though."

'Silly man,' Margot thinks... as her hand drifts into his lap, her tits all but spill out of her blouse, and her eyes fill with tears.

"Pleasssssse?" In a thrice - they are on the road to DC with Margot's head bobbing in the happy trucker's lap.

Meanwhile - in the back of the truck - Lamar...

...has figured out what the trucker is trucking and ...

 

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The laothsome effuvia of the onions was nearly overpowering. Inspite of the fact the 50 pound burlap sacks proudly announced the contents as being the finest products of GOTTSHALK and BASILIO'S TRUCK FARMS, Syracuse NY, and destined no doubt for the finest kitchens in the Crescent City...in spite of that, the stench within the claustrophobic van was breathtaking.

Both der Schmidts, their rarified aryan olfactory sensitivities attuned more to schnitzels und dumplings, became physicaly ill and it was all Lamar could do to retain the image of the blonde sex goddess of his lusty desire as the Nordic Succubus barfed up her breakfast and last nights dinner too.

Turning away from the nauseous nazi's, the Shadow clambered over the bulky onion bags until he was staring through the
filthy glass rectangle that gave him a dim and jouncing view into the cab and through which he spied the jouncing head of Margot Lane as it bobbed up and down on Alvin Jones grateful erection.
Lamar found himself responding sympatheticaly to the driver's arousal and was unbuckling his trousers for some vicarious fulfillment when Alvin spun the unweildy truck out of control and into a medium sized oak tree about 52 miles south of Newark.

It was midnight, it was raining and they were in NewJersey, Cranston thought with Oriental Fatalism (He'd learned more than his vaunted disappearing act in Tibet!)...accept that and don't give up...SHIT!
He spit an onion skin from his mouth and emerged from the melange of ruptured sacks, just as Alvin, bleeding from the scalp and cock, dazzedly lifted the wide door at the rear of the trailer to assess the damage.

"Hell's Bell's!"
He exclaimed,
"Look at this, we got stowaways!"


Feigning unconsciousness, Margaret smiled to herself.
Her distress had been all been feigned, in the SS school she'd attended, they'd all been trained to endure the vilest odors imaginable. The onions were no worse than Himmler's breath after all.
Her nausea had served to bring up the tiny radio transmitter that had been embedded in her esophagus and even now was broadcating a distress call from a sanctum beneath her pretty pink tongue....

 

[Annabelllee2003]

As Margot blinks the stars from her eyes and manages to extricate herself from the stick shift she can't help but curse Lamar. This kind of stuff always happened to them. She couldn't help but remember when her butt was hanging out of a cable car at 8000 feet. Some hero.

As she moved towards the back of the van her chic upswept chic French twist becoming more a nasty tangle of paleolithic pubes, and it is with this resignation that she finds Lamar confidentially explaining the truckers' patriotic duty.

This noble Knight of the Road (rather still shaken from the orgasmic height he'd attained under the delicious lips of Margot) decided to renew his passion of delivering his upstate onions posthaste and was not being swayed by Lamar's dubious diatribe.

THONK!

Margot ended his complaints swiftly. Seems she was able to stuff a bit of the NXP-1X into her handbag after all. Made a neat if not messy bludgeoning tool, eh?

"Come on Lamar."

Spying a lonely lit phone booth through the rain - Lamar dragged him to it and after another

THONK!

the phone was inoperative. Miss Lane being the sweetheart she was left a little note of gratitude and a not-so-subtle suggestion he procure some kind of help for the taste and smell of his personal personage. Spitting quite dainty-like her only comment was "Tasted like onions.".

"I'm driving Lamar."

"But..."

One glance at the lovely, albeit drenched Miss Lane and Lamar decided to acquiesce and emptied a few onion bags which became close quarters for our German friends.

As the intrepid duo headed east then south (Give her a break, it was dark and raining and she'd just mouthed an onion flavored trucker after all...) they were set to deliver the ***Nazi Scum*** to J. E.

..........Meanwhile....in a back alley of Hershey, PA........

the lights and bells rang on a medieval looking apparatus in the apartment of none other than Tokoyo Theodore (affectionately called Fisheye by some and *&&^^#A*$ by his mother) and his newly minted robotess named Pandora. Mr. Fish was a sleeper and his prized Pandora the very latest in Japanese technology.

With a jerk and a twitch ole Fisheye was up and about and charging Pandora's box from the outlet.

When the alarm sounds... It could only mean one thing... An axis comrade** was in jeopardy~!

 

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Who eats sushi before dawn?


The vintage 29 studebaker truck, bearing it's cargo of Teutonic Terrorists roared through the night in a slowly diminishing miasma of onion fumes...

"God Margo, I think I can breath again."
Cranston's head was hanging out the window, gulping in the fresh air of the southern Pennsylvania pre dawn countryside. He didn't expect an answer. She'd been giving him the silent treatment ever since she took the wheel.
He cast a cautious glance her way and shuddered, a tiny flame of guilt burned somewhere deep down. He'd brought his fastidious, glamour magazine groomed assistant to this state afterall.

"You don't look to bad, all things considered."
He ventured gamely with a small sick smile on his face.
"At least we got away from that smell..."

She turned on him like a pit viper!
"Maybe you did Mister Fantastic, Mister Fucking Super Hero...but then again you didn't have to suck any cock and still have onion farmer jism stuck all over you like coconut jelly!"

The frantic horn of the approaching moving van, brought her mind back to the road and Margot yanked the truck back into the proper lane.
Some satisfying thumps from the rear let them know their cargo of evil was still with them.

"Calm down, calm down, we'll stop in the next town and try to find someplace to freshen up a bit."
Cranston was slowly becoming aware of another smell invading the truck.
He looked over at his untidy assistant, who was blowing errant strands of gooey hair from her eyes, both hands locked white knuckled on the stirring wheel,
"You smell something, dear?"

"Don't call me dear!"
She sniffed,...sniffed again.
"Yes...yes, it smells like.....CHOCOLATE!"

Indeed it was the smell of rich, dark, luscious chocolate.
A smell which was a potent aphrodisiac to Margot Lane (How many times had he talked her into a late night cocoa before bedtime?)
The entire truck was soon filled with the cloying pungent aroma.
She was sweating, an itching was beginning to build insistantly low down in her belly. They passed the sign which said...

WELCOME TO HERSHEY PENNSYLVANIA...HOME OF THE HERSHEY CANDY COMPANY

"Well that explains it Margot."
He offered brightly.
This is where they make Hershey bars...how about that!"

"I have to pee."
Her tone was low and urgent.

The truck geared down fast and stopped.
"Now."

The street was a desolate run of darkened store fronts and blowing trash.
Hardly a place conducive to Miss Lane's sudden need.
Then a light mysteriously went on over one of the shops and they make out the letters in the window.

FISHEYES SUSHI AND DONUT SHOP

"Err Margot... doesn't it seem odd that, that place opens up right as we stop in front of it? It's..."
He looked at his watch,
"3:45 in the morning"

"Cops eat donuts all night long Lamar...let's go."

Cranston sighed and opened his door...
*Yeah, he thought, but who eats sushi before dawn.*


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From her upside down position in the reeking onion sack, the Nazi Bitch recognized the pervasive olfactory invasion of chocolate and grinned to herself. Buried in her right bicuspid the powerful Psychic Manipulation Homing Beacon Device (PSMHBD MkIII)had worked perfectly another triumph of diabolical Hun ingenuity.

It wasn't Margot's need to pee or Lamar's eight year long run of bad luck that had brought them to the door of Tokyo Thaddeus' little shop of horrors that fatefull night...

STAY TUNED FOR MORE!

 

[Annabelllee2003]

AHHHHHH fateful night?

A fateful night surely - but... we may call this episode “The Curse of Being Allergic to Onions by Karl Schmidt or “Honey, I know it’s Hershey but I HAVE to See a Racehorse about a Man”...

We find our intrepid duo - Margot bursting through the door er, bursting and beelining straight for the restroom sign and Lamar watching as the lights in the fishdonutery are ebbing and brightening from an unknown power fluctuation. LIttle does he know that the 440 currently (pun intended) being fed to Miz Pandora is causing quite the fluctuation in power on the block...

Lamar is just about to speak to Ole Fisheyes (*aka Ted) when a large blipping noise is going counterpoint to the waning and waxing of the electronics in the shop. When Ted flees to a door marked in strident letters “EMPLOYEES ONLY” Lamar catches a glimpse of a tawny oriental naked beauty before the view is abruptly clamped by the slap of the door.

With hardly a twitch Lamar has his clothes hid in a pile in a booth and is sneakily opening the unemployed at the Fisheyes sushi place forbidden door - far be it from him to miss an opportunity to see if that oriental stuff is all true - whilst our heroine Margot is trying to figure out whether the sink is big enough to wash out the goo from the onion trucker - trying not to hurl her cookies with the cloying smell of jism, chocolate, onions et el... She has only a moment to wonder what the hell is Suchee anyway...

And in the truck - we have the poor wreck of Karl - in so much agony. Margaret has managed to free a leg and rather clocked Karl in the swollen nads ( poor fellow for being so allergic to onions). With a strangled cry Karl shifts to hold his nuts which in Hershey is quite a different sort after all and call to Margaret to please quit badgering him. Margaret only knows that her and freedom is merely a fisheye away...

Margot has managed to clean the nasty spunk from her hair and is nonplused to find that the store is empty of Lamar, Fisheyes and anyone else. She is crafty enough and deftly snatches the cash register clean of all paper and coin before cautiously approaching the “EMPLOYEES ONLY” sign - with great care she places her ear against the door to hear................

 

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Blow job with Doughnuts or Enter Charlie Chaplin


"You want Sushi, Yankee Pig?"

The voice was right out of a Fu Manchu 'B' movie and Margot could picture the baldheaded, slant eyed, yellow devil speaking the words to a hogtied and helpless Lamar Cranston.
She dug deep in here purse for the teargas grenades she'd carried ever since that unfortunate altercation with the East Side
Mens Athletic Club...

Sushi slithered up to the Shadow, whos attempts at invisibility had once again only led to an appearence of sickly anemia and an embarrasig state of undress.

"Sushi cost you five dollah...say you not feel good big boy?"
The six foot Oriental Tigress knelt down in front of Hoover's Right Hand Man and fondled his balls. It had the desired effect...

"Three dollah for blowjob and free donuts?", she raised her eyes questioningly.

The Shadow wondered briefly if this place catered to long haul nocturnal truck drivers with a yen (pun intended) for pussy and eclairs or if he was hallucinating on the potent fumes of chocolate and yellow fin tuna.

"Noo..no."
He managed to get out.
"I'll take it all for five and I like my donuts glazed."

The diabolical, baldheaded 'B' movie character standing behind Miss Sushi laughed and doffed the rubber 'Tojo' mask.
"Good one Lamar! Glad you havn't lost your sense of humor."

"Chaplin!, Then it's true what they've said about you!"

Charly grinned , clicked his heels and gave a theatrical seig heil.
"I'll never tell..." He began as two grenades flew through the suddenly open door and burst in billowing clouds of reeking tear gas!

Margot was nearly run over by the screaming, weeping trio from within as they came through the 'Employees Only' door like the Uptown Express only to be caught up short by the two figures standing under the flickering lights above the lunch counter.

Bruised, battered and nearly onioned to death the Nazi Duo didn't look too pre-possesing but there was no arguing with the Mauser Machine Pistols held firmly in their hands...

 

[Annabelllee2003]

OOC

Well done my sweet Ari - Gonna have to grease the brain cells to come up with a cumback.... soon sweetie! I almost peed!