To say that Karen was dumbfounded by Aikka's vicious challenge was to put it mildly. Her agile mind continued to speculate on who this she-witch might be, but she never felt comfortable that she had even a clue. She finally concluded that she was dealing with a brand new enemy, not another tussle with Dergan, Silvstedt or Roberts. With her mind spinning and her concern for Irish tuning out virtually all outside sensations, she soon found herself disembarking in Barcelona, as if time had really stood still. As she made her way to baggage claim, she noticed a small, creepy-looking man holding a sign that simply said, "AIKKA." Karen approached him, and he filled her in on the details of her 'mission'. She would spend the night in Barcelona, then leave by speedboat the next morning for the Spanish island resort of Ibiza.
It was a spectacular Mediterranean morning, and although Karen understood perfectly that she would be facing the threat of death on Ibiza, she couldn't help feeling a holiday vibe. The creepy guy who had met her at baggage claim was piloting the boat, and he could barely keep his eyes on sea, as Karen had put on a spectacular, barely there silver bikini to attract attention. If death was in fact stalking her, she wanted to make it easy for him to pick her out from the crowd.
Meanwhile on the island, one of the natives, gorgeous but ruthless, former Playmate Samantha Torres eagerly awaited Karen's arrival. At a remote beach area, she was supervising two local gravediggers in digging a narrow five foot deep hole in the sandy beach. Samantha fully expected to bury the badly beaten Karen, neck deep, to await the killing effect of the high tide. She smirked with self-satisfaction as the workers set their spades aside and declared the work finished. She camouflaged the scene with kelp and driftwood and gazed toward the horizon, where she saw a lone vessel speeding toward shore. A cruel, knowing laugh escaped Samantha' throat as she anticipated her confrontation with Karen, a woman she had secretly hated and resented for years. Samantha had accepted Aikka's assignment for a discounted fee, simply for the privilege and pleasure of getting the first crack at Karen. In a matter of seconds, her fun would begin...
As the boat neared the harbor village, the pilot suddenly took a turn to the right and directed the vessel to a secluded private spot surrounded by caves and treacherous rocks. He turned toward Karen with a contemptuous grin and ordered her to swim to shore. He reinforced his demand with a loaded pistol. Karen dove into the surf without further hesitation, and made the difficult and tiring swim toward the deserted beach. The only signs of life she saw as she breathed deeply to regain her strength was a colony of small crabs, who scurried about comically -- their huge claws completely out of proportion to their tiny body and legs. Karen allowed herself a nervous smile as she watched the crabs scurry around frantically, and screamed like a schoolgirl when one crab pinched her big toe with his claws. As she turned her head to sweep the drenched brunette hair away from her face, she noticed a shadow in the rocks to her left. She quickly rose to her feet, then assumed a crouching defensive position, hands forward and eyes darting about in every direction.
Suddenly, the silence was shattered by a single command from an authoritative female voice, "Hands up McDougal, it's time to die."
Karen quickly turned and saw her enemy, Samantha Torres, standing menacingly, pointing an aquatic spear-gun directly at Karen's heart. Samantha's steel-blue eyes were cold with determination and malice. As the trigger finger squeezed, Karen's only hope was to move somewhere - down, right, left - and hope to God that she guessed right. Karen chose to duck and roll forward, and she felt the cool wind of the arrow fly inches over her spine. Safe from the first assault, she lay in a sandy clump inches from the feet of her assailant. Samantha put her endless hours of childhood soccer training to good use as her right foot lashed out with quickness and power, smashing hard into Karen's unprotected chin. The American girl rolled backwards in excruciating agony, only to feel the shock of another brutal kick to the kidney. Samantha then continued her assault by driving the butt end of her spear-gun into Karen's temple. Karen felt her brain shutting down and her limbs freeze. She had never been in this much trouble, so quickly, in any fight she had ever had. Samantha was truly the assassin that Aikka had warned her to fear.
When Karen finally came to, she found herself trapped in a schoolgirl pin, with Samantha Samantha' knees preventing her from rising. Samantha positioned her evil, grinning face only inches from Karen's and taunted her victim mercilessly in an incessant spewing of Spanish vulgarity. She punctuated her last comment with a spit in the face, then as she rose up into a dominant sitting position, began a series of bitchslaps that had Karen wondering whether the skin was being torn from her face. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the lethal arrow that had barely missed her before by Samantha' right hand.
"Now, Ms. Karen, let me familiarize you with the rest of tonight's festivities. Next, I am going to systematically crush your pathetic little breasts beneath my firm and shapely ass. Then, when I am satisfied that your meager mammaries are mush, I'll take this cold steel spear and slowly and skillfully slit your throat with the point. And while you slowly bleed to death, I'll lower your faltering body into a burial pit I've prepared, bury you neck deep in the sand, and prepare you for the arrival of high tide, which will immerse your head under three feet of water for six hours. By that time, I will have contacted my employer, Ms. Aikka the Pervert, and instructing her to wire payment and to summarily fire her other henchwomen. Any questions, Senorita?"
Karen remained silent, as words would mean nothing if action was impossible. And indeed she thought that was the case. Samantha was in a much stronger position, and completely in command. The villainess slid back onto Karen's breasts, and as promised, she used her firm, tight buns to crush Karen's pride and joys. Tears welled in Karen's eyes as she focused not on her own impending death but the life of wretched slavery that awaited Irish at the hands of the despicable Aikka. Although she was not yet strong enough to resist her dominating foe, Karen felt adrenaline moving through he system as she thought of Irish.
Her contemptuous rival changed positions, having convinced herself that Karen's tits were finished. And truth be told, they were in ghastly shape after Samantha' rampage. Keeping her promised sequence of events in place, Samantha reached down for the spear, maintaining a maniacal and dominating eye contact with her victim. Suddenly, Karen noticed her eyes bulge and her mouth open in pain. Simultaneously, two of the Ibiza crabs had sunk their claws into Samantha - one on her hand near the spear, the other on her exposed right butt cheek!
Samantha reached back instinctively to remove the crab from her shapely ass and in doing so she lost her balance and listed to the left. Karen seized the moment, bucked her hips and completely upended her! Karen, cruising on a full adrenaline rush, got to her feet first and lashed out with a swift kick that took the kneeling Samantha squarely between her breasts. Karen quickly pivoted on one foot and thrust the other out like a mighty piston, smashing it straight into Samantha' mouth. The astonished villainess spit out a half dozen dislodged teeth on the sand as she rolled over holding her bleeding face.
Karen hovered over the would-be assassin, pulled Samantha's legs apart then dropped her full weight down, splitting her legs wide apart and pinning her ankles on the sand. Samantha's taut hamstrings snapped from the pressure and left her screaming in pain. Karen silenced her cries with a judo chop to the throat. Samantha's stunning blue eyes went glassy and rolled back in her head. Karen jerked Samantha up to her feet with a fistful of hair and pinned her back against a large rock. She pummeled Samanatha’s body for two full minutes in a blind rage until the Spanish assailant melted into a clump at the rocks base - a bloody, battered and bruised puddle of motionless flesh.
Karen dragged her enemy over to the pit that had been prepared for HER destruction. Samantha' swollen, purple eyes flashed in horror as she began to contemplate her own certain death. Inches from the edge of the pit, Karen stopped and contented herself with kicking Samantha one last time - hard in the ass. As the villainess tumbled harmlessly to the sand, Karen put her hands on her hips and stared at her.
"I could kill you and ,dammit, I should. But I won't. It's going to be a lot more fun to call Ms. Aikka on your cell phone and tell her what an incompetent piece of shit you turned out to be."
And Karen did exactly that. As Aikka seethed on the other end of the line, Karen talked trash while admiring the silver moon over the Mediterranean as she idly pinched Samantha' erect nipples between her toes.
"Where to next, Pervert? Your Spanish pit bull is kaput."
"Don't get too high and mighty, Ms. McDougal. There's a fraulein in Germany who's twice the woman Samantha is!"
"You mean WAS!" Karen spat back. "She's officially out of the assassination game, as of tonight."
After she hung up rudely on Aikka, Karen set Samantha up for a final punch then landed her best uppercut of the night; an emphatic KO punch! Samantha wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. Karen could feel the slowly rising tide around her ankles as she dragged Samantha's limp body away from the shore and draped her over a rock so she'd remain above the high tide. An impish smile crossed her face as she saw in the moonlight the rock was already teeming with hermit crabs. She chuckled as she took a last look at Samantha Torres' inert, pulverized body, now literally crawling with frisky little crabs. One challenge down, eleven to go. It was time to re-connect with the mysterious Aikka to see what the super-bitch had in mind for her next challenge. She dialed the number and within one ring, the husky, heavily disguised voice of her arch-enemy was audible.
"I must say, Ms. McDougal, I’m impressed you eluded death at Ms. Torres' hand. However, you should know that in my humble opinion, she was by far the weakest rival I have arranged for you to face. She agreed to a reduced fee simply for the right to face you first. Silly girl, her failure will be long forgotten once your final doomed is secur...."
"Cut the crap, Aikka. Where to next? And you better hope for your sake Irish is unharmed," Karen interrupted with a snarl.
"Oh, he's having a lovely time here, I assure you. Even now he’s carefully hand clipping my pubic patch - and doing a fine job. Your fella is a down right perfectionist, Sweetheart. I can't think of a better candidate for Aikka's love-slave-for-life. Thanks so much... Oh dear, I almost forgot," the loathsome villainess continued. "Hurry back to Barcelona. You have to catch the 7 PM flight to Munich. I trust you'll find the mountains and forests of Germany just as intriguing as the sands of Ibiza. Ciao!"
Furious, Karen slammed down the phone, took a deep breath with her eyes closed, and caught the speed boat back to Barcelona where she sank deep into her seat, concentrating on healing her bruises and wounds from the showdown with Torres. As she thought of Germany, her mind formed an image of blonde bombshell Nadine Chantz lying in wait.
“I'll torch that flabby bitch in a New York second,” Karen convinced herself as she drifted off for a catnap.
Two hours later, feeling refreshed, she stepped onto the dock in Barcelona and looked for a sign. Sure enough, a greasy, despicable little runt of a man lifted a sign that simply said, "AIKKA."
Karen followed him to a waiting cab.
"Your ticket to Munich, Madame. One way. That is the custom, yes?" the little troll asked snidely.
"Gimme the ticket and shut up, you dickless retard," Karen spat, ripping the document from his hand.
Five unpleasant minutes later, Karen stepped out onto the sidewalk at the International Departures terminal. Her sudden appearance literally stopped traffic as dozens of horny Spaniards' were slack-jawed at the sight of the spectacular beauty. While Karen was traveling, Aikka had wasted no time contacting Karen's next designated rival in Germany.
"Elke Dear," the husky voice purred when the phone stopped ringing.
"Yes, it's Elke, Frau Aikka. Now where, pray tell, is that brunette vixen...er...I mean victim?"
Aikka had already deposited $500,000 in Elke Jeinsen's Swiss bank account the day before and now the brutal blonde assassin was champing at the bit to earn her fee. Within the Playmate family, Elke Jeinsen had an especially nasty reputation as a heartless Tuetonic hardbody with even less sense of humor than body fat and one glance at her exquisite, chiseled body revealed no evidence at all of any body fat! She was a lean, mean fighting machine with just enough lunacy in her steel blue eyes to frighten anyone remotely observant.
The role of ruthless super-villain came to her so naturally that she was a walking, talking personification of evil. Throw in a haughty self-confidence and a complete lack of basic human sympathy and Elke was the perfect candidate for the mission Aikka had hired her for - the humiliation and brutal execution of Karen McDougal! In the comfort of a baronial estate deep in Bavaria's Black Forest a few kilometers from the ruins of Hitler's mountain retreat, Elke Jeinsen lay in wait for the confrontation to come....