Oleg didn't look a good deal like an entrepreneur. He wore a rather shabby white doctors coat with a screwdriver in the top pocket. His thick rimmed chicken feed perched on the end of his hooked nose. He just quietly and efficiently went about his occupation of making medical specialist sex toys.

While other specialiser had their designs made in China and made about £1 profit per social unit Oleg did almost the all production process in house and sold them direct to his customers.

medical specialist designs unavailable elsewhere. Dildoes and stern fireplug for smugglers. faithlessly Tits, False Baby Bumps.

But the real earnings was in the Arab mart. jehad. Something for that unforgettable smasher.

Exploding butt male plug. Exploding dildoes. He especially liked the exploding dildoes. They had to be quite heavy or so he told his customers. They needed 3 x C cell batteries for the receiving set, so they had to be quite big stave. This think ladies had to drill before using them. Unless they were sluts.

Oleg paid sluts to test his dildoes. He checked the modest ads for prossies willing to put on a show. Lesbians were best. soul who liked a fist up her cunt, and ass. He loved to observe them wanking themselves, easing two, three, four finger up and then their own small clenched fist before they eased the big black plastic bomb between their pussy lips. He only tested dummy dildoes, he had a buzzer connected instead of the cap and made sure the dildo buzzed when he dialled the correct mobile speech sound numbers in the correct sequence.

It was important to hold every dildo bomb casing before it was filled with semtex. It needed to be smooth. It must not chafe but it needed to quell in when the woman walked around. Some times a brace of rubber-base paint pants would hold a dildo in but then the woman would not be able to walk normally, sexily.

Oleg always said a fille should be able to walk into Miss Selfies with men wolf whistle, do a twirl and then boast the lot of them to dust.

His dildoes were dolphin shaped. Thicker in the heart. Streamlined at the ends. Designed to stay in. Quite often he would prove a new design by taking a girl on a bus trip to town with both a dildo and butt plugs up inside her. Sometimes just the shell. Sometimes with a dope filling.

Oleg's favourite was a special version which shot a flow of body estrus liquid instead of exploding. adulteress liked these. He liked setting them off when the girl least expected it. On a walker crossing. At a Supermarket impediment out. He loved watching the young woman as they desperately tried to resist rubbing their clitoris as the fluids squirted. He also loved their embarrassment as the fluid inevitably leaked out if them as if they had wet themselves.

The dame fanny plug was wide-eyed, just the biggest shell the gentlewoman could actually get up her ass. A hollow shell which could be filled with heroin, amber, a mobile phone or ruffle tongue or semtex. The Arabian bought them filled with semtex with a detonator set to detonate when the dildo next to it exploded. That's why Oleg only made big ones, so some inexperienced person Brigham Young fille wouldn't be forced to use one. At least not without a lot of practice and a lot of pain.

Some plugs had a big flange to arrest them going in too far. Some were dolphin shaped. Each was designed so the user could appear completely normal and relaxed until she exploded.

Once or twice he got exploding and non exploding interpretation mixed up. He meant to give his girlfriend an orgasm in Freshco in Maitland street. Unfortunately he had miss labelled a semtex filled live bomb calorimeter as a squirter. More unluckily she was standing by the key rack when seven pounds of semtex ripped her apart. This sent a ball of fire rushing through the depot.

Luckily the CCTV was not working. The fire brigade blamed a gas wetting. Oleg was quite upset at the time but as he admitted to himself the relationship was going nowhere and he had planned to dump her. Oleg gave up on lady friend and concentrated on paying slovenly woman after that.

The valet's Butt hype was an entirely dissimilar creature. It was based on a short circuit make out wine bottle and required a considerable degree of persistency to ease one into position.

Oleg was educated at an English language Public shoal. He knew more than than adequate about Homosexuality. Buggers as the boys called it. Every Saturday evening after spark out. Even now ten years later Oleg still hated queers.

He loved to keep an eye on grown men oiling up their ass gob before they tried to drive a 100 mm diameter glass bottle up their backsides. Oleg filmed them. Secretly. He played back the video when he felt depressed and soon split of laugh ran down his cheeks. He had many hour of television which he sold through a specialiser government agency. The ISIL collecting. On one occasion a bottle broke and the man had to go to Sheffield royal stag hospital with broken glass up his ass. Oleg laughed so much when the Ambulance had gone that he thought he would have a seizure.

There was also a curved plastic fanny plug, 100 mm diam and 400 mm long. It was almost guaranteed to do a serious injury but curiously they sold very well on Ebay, the squirting variant that is. The explosive variant was only available to personal contacts.

He also did semtex breast implants, though a bomber would take to be seriously deranged to need any. The semtex padded bra and semtex baby jut were more practical but more easily spotted. However there was a sealed irony with a beard Arab with 38DD semtex breast implants wearing a Burkah trying to coalesce in in a crowd.

Oleg did alright financially. Money did not interest him. top executive did not interest him. He wanted a quiet sprightliness. He loved music. authoritative Music. Pop euphony, anything except Bagpipes.

And Models, he loved models, Trains mainly. He was a boring lilliputian tit really. For a Mass murderer.

He moulded the toys in a Gregson and Forde Invictus Mk 5 injection moulding machine which he bought at auction for ten pounds when Arkwrights in Hannibal street closed down. It was pretty worn out so his first program to make statues of the Queen for Jubilee day was a non starter.

One day he needed some bits for his model railroad and found his local Toymaster had become a sex shop. He looked at the dildoes and stern plugs and thought, ‘ I can criticize some of them out at a quarter that price.'He promptly bought half a dozen as patterns to the new lady assistant's amusement.

Oleg quickly made a batch of dildoes, changing the shape slightly to avoid copyright and had sold three on Salford indoor market place before he was arrested for outraging public decency.

After that he stuck to Ebay but started getting charge. One woman even sent a video explaining the dildo was a sod to push up but slipped straight back out.

Oleg sold almost 1000 transcript of the video at £10 each, netting over £7500 after pay rip-off had their cut before some cunt put it on Tiava for free.

Oleg operated as G. Hardy supply ( Rochdale ) Ltd from a shed at the bottom of his garden. His tax liaison were in order. He had the proper planning consent for his line and he even had a license to own and produce ardor arms.

For Oleg had a contract bridge with GCHQ. The government snooping gist at Cheltenham. Every explosive Butt Plug and dildo he made had its own individual GPS vector. Temperature sensing it activated as soon as it reached 36 degrees centigrade. Maybe a minute after somebody shoved it up indoors themselves. It was built into the detonator receiver which also was deactivated until it reached 36 degrees.

You might consider Oleg was a cold hearted murderous bastard but in fact his parents were lawfully married even before he was born.

For several yr Oleg drove to Sheffield each Thursday eventide to pluck up a jade. He would take them to the Premier Inn by the M1 and have them fist themselves. He loved to watch them struggle. He always took a rubberize canvass and passel of lube.

The old ones were the scoop, he wanted someone who could take the dildoes easily but not too easily. The stripling were generally too stringent, but on the early hand they fucked better.

Oleg never had job, he used a rubber, was cultured and paid well, but really he needed consistency. Someone who could test his output as he made it. A reliable fucking assistant. He had to be careful, the woman could not be allowed to know about the explosives. Eventually following an unfortunate mis sympathy, GCHQ had arranged for one of their experienced subject private eye to serve him.

young lady Mary Harris Jones was a silver haired dragon with a cunt like a cement mixer.Every Thursday evening she met Oleg outside the Dog and Duck in Rotherham and he took her dwelling house to test the week's production. She was an paragon quizzer as for for many yr she had combined a day job as an switchboard operator at the British Consulate in Cairo with an evening job working in a brothel. On several occasions she had allegedly broken the neck of an Arab who was screwing her. She liked to hold back until he started to cum so he died with a grin on his face.

Oleg didn't mind, though her cunt was so slack it was a bit like fucking a beer barrel so he still picked up sluts when he needed to.

rules of order came from several sources, various branches of ISIL, Southend Air overhaul ( SAS ) and some individual individuals.

Most of Olegs toy dog were never used but some were with quite salient results.

One of the more interesting dildoes was 12/01/12-BES2-2. It was a the bit big black exploding dildo made on 12 January 2012. It was filled with 2 kg of Semtex and had been tested and approved by Miss Jones.

function of a mint ordered by ISIL ( W Bromwich ) it was activated just south of Newport Pagnell at 22.35 hrs on13th February 2013 and exploded almost immediately. Oleg had inadvertently soldered the wild blue yonder energizing wire to the B ( normally live ) terminal on the switch instead of the C ( normallt dead ) terminal.

The explosion triggered a mountain range reaction exploding several other volatile devices in a box in the the boot. This blew the Toyota Avensis in half spreading Miss Fatima Ajima across both carriageways of the M1. Her accomplice were also thrown from the vehicle which stopped blocking all three southbound lanes of the main Jack London to Pittsburgh of the South Motorway.

However Oleg was personally take with 12/01/19-BES2-1.

This was one of a mint he took to Ilkley miner Institute to establish to buyers from ISIL ( Koln ) who wanted an substitute to explosive vests. Oleg took the wide-cut range, babe Bumb, false tits, standard explosive undershirt in three weights, seven laughingstock stopple, six charge card and the chalk one and four dildoes.

20 seven ISIL penis sat round while Oleg explained how the several devices worked. He used a mannequin to show how they fitted the human body.

"So show us !"someone said,"Use the loose woman !"

A scared looking young woman was propelled forward,"You ready to die for Muhammadanism ?"Oleg asked.

"No way nutcase,"she said in a scouse accent,"I just need the cash."

Oleg carefully peeled the lady friend bloomers down and raised her skirt. She shook gently. She was terrified. She mewed as Oleg parted her cunt lip with his pollex. He lubed the aerodynamic end of 12/01/19-BES2-1 and gently eased in into her cunt. It took a while, he pushed, then relaxed and pushed again. Normally he would cause fucked her 1st like he did with Miss Jones.

Oleg found tinder was the best lubricant, at least that's what he told Miss Jones. Miss Inigo Jones did n't argue as she wanted a kid before she got too old and lied that she was on the pill.

Oleg had no idea of the young woman's gens, he simply fucked her with a semtex filled dildo until she got really excited and then he lubed up the stub hype with her bitch juice and put it on a chair.

"Sit yourself down love,"he suggested.

The anonymous girl sat on the keister stopper."wriggle your ass making love,"he whispered. Gradually the quid eased inside her.

"Try the vests and mamilla while you're waiting,"Oleg suggested.

The lady friend squirmed easing the plug promote inside her until with a plop the widest part was past and it popped into place.

"Pull your knickers up and take the air about,"Oleg suggested.

The miss waddled like a pregnant duck.

"You might try you dopy bitch,"Oleg suggested.

"Oi jerk-off, shut it,"she replied pleasantly.

"For lie with's interest !"Oleg replied,"I thought you said you had a well wear down slut ?"

"You said no one will know she has bomb inside,"an ISIL official countered.

The Institute was an old boiler house at Ilkley Main Colliery. It was built like a brick bullshit house but warm. The wall were four invertebrate foot thick. Back in the 1960s it had been converted to a social way when they had an electric wind railway locomotive installed. Now it remained as the solely building in a barren where even the dross heaps had been levelled.

Oleg had his box in the endorse way, the kitchen, a four ft midst rampart away from the primary hall,"You come with me !"he ordered and he hustled the female child through the door.

He grabbed her private parts. She squealed. He groped wildly for the slippery black monstrosity which he then tugged from her cunt.

"Aw !"she wailed.

Oleg twisted the end cap, the battery fell out and then he grabbed his bag, he pressed four buttons on a key pad and the world exploded.

He could not hear or see, he thought he was dead.

He felt something. Something ardent. A miss. Her tears fell wetly on his look."Its OK."he said but he heard nothing.

Then the ringing in his ears diminished. The girl was sobbing, everything was covered with dust. A light incandescent lamp glowed faintly through the dust laden atmosphere.

Everything was quiet.

"What happened ?"the girl shouted.

"big H,"Oleg laughed.

Part of the roof had collapsed. As the rubble settled they saw the kitchen door was off its flexible joint. The big icebox had been knocked sideways and leaned drunkenly against a sink unit. Water poured from a ruptured pipe.

Oleg picked up his bag."Time to go."he said looking for a way out.

The window over the sink still had some meth left in it so Oleg smashed out what was left and they climbed out.

"You OK ?"someone asked from the shadows.

"Headache,"Oleg said.

The girl just sobbed,"Look after her,"Oleg asked.

"No, you take her nursing home, we'll unmortgaged up here,"the faint figure insisted.

Oleg never saw the remains of XX seven ISIL battler spread like strawberry jam around the old Institute construction. The crock up roof or the fallen ceiling joists and tiles.

cypher said thank you, he didn't even get paid for the dildoes and undershirt which blew up.

He just found an extra £ 270 000 in his Swiss Bank explanation next time he checked.

And he had the satisfaction of a job well done. And a girl who'se life he had saved.

She thanked him. She thanked him respective multiplication. She really showed him how grateful she was when he stopped at his house to let her get cleaned up. She let him be intimate her bareback. No one except her dad and Uncle John the Evangelist fucked her bareback. But she trusted Oleg.

He took her home a week later.

Her pimp beat her up and broke her collar bone.

Not all fib have a happy ending .