Oleg didn't look a great deal like an entrepreneur. He wore a rather shabby white medico coat with a screwdriver in the top pouch. His thick rimmed glasses perched on the end of his hooked olfactory organ. He just quietly and efficiently went about his concern of making specializer sex toys.

While other specialist had their plan made in China and made about £1 profit per unit Oleg did almost the whole production unconscious process in firm and sold them direct to his customers.

medical specialist designs unavailable elsewhere. Dildoes and butt joint ballyhoo for smugglers. sham Tits, False Baby Bumps.

But the literal profit was in the Arab grocery store. Jihad. Something for that unforgettable flush.

Exploding hind end quid. Exploding dildoes. He especially liked the exploding dildoes. They had to be quite prominent or so he told his client. They needed 3 x C cell shelling for the radiocommunication, so they had to be quite big round. This imply dame had to practice before using them. Unless they were sluts.

Oleg paid loose woman to test his dildoes. He checked the small ads for prossies willing to put on a show. Lesbians were best. Someone who liked a fist up her bitch, and ass. He loved to view them wanking themselves, easing two, three, four finger's breadth up and then their own small 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 check every dildo turkey casing before it was filled with semtex. It needed to be smooth. It must not get to but it needed to stay on in when the woman walked around. Some times a pair of latex pant would hold a dildo in but then the woman would not be capable to walk normally, sexily.

Oleg always said a girl should be able-bodied to walk into Miss Selfies with men wolf whistle, do a twirl and then blow out the lot of them to dust.

His dildoes were dolphinfish shaped. Thicker in the middle. Streamlined at the ending. Designed to stick in. Quite often he would test a new design by taking a girl on a bus stumble to Town with both a dildo and butt plugs up inside her. Sometimes just the shell. Sometimes with a dummy filling.

Oleg's front-runner was a special version which shot a stream of body oestrus mobile instead of exploding. trollop liked these. He liked setting them off when the missy least expected it. On a pedestrian cross. At a Supermarket check mark out. He loved watching the girls as they desperately tried to resist rubbing their clits as the fluids squirted. He also loved their embarrassment as the fluid inevitably leaked out if them as if they had wet themselves.

The gentlewoman posterior fireplug was simple, just the biggest carapace the peeress could actually get up her ass. A hollow casing which could be filled with heroin, gold, a mobile telephone set or riff knife or semtex. The Arabs bought them filled with semtex with a cap set to explode when the dildo next to it exploded. That's why Oleg only made big single, so some innocent young little girl 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 finish 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 version mixed up. He meant to give his girlfriend an sexual climax in Freshco in Maitland street. Unfortunately he had miss labelled a semtex filled hold out turkey as a squirter. More unfortunately she was standing by the paint wrack when seven pounds of semtex ripped her apart. This sent a fireball rushing through the store.

Luckily the CCTV was not working. The ardour brigade blamed a gas leak. Oleg was quite upset at the time but as he admitted to himself the relationship was going nowhere and he had planned to coldcock her. Oleg gave up on girlfriends and concentrated on paying adulteress after that.

The man's derriere plug was an entirely different beast. It was based on a brusque necked wine-colored bottle and required a considerable degree of persistence to comfort one into position.

Oleg was educated at an English populace shoal. He knew more than sufficiency about gayness. Buggers as the boy called it. Every Saturday evening after lights out. Even now ten days later Oleg still hated queers.

He loved to watch grown men oiling up their ass holes before they tried to force a 100 mm diam ice bottle up their backsides. Oleg filmed them. Secretly. He played back the television when he felt depressed and soon tears of laughter ran down his cheeks. He had many hours of video which he sold through a specialist agency. The ISIL collecting. On one occasion a bottle broke and the man had to go to Sheffield Royal Infirmary with bust glass up his ass. Oleg laughed so practically when the Ambulance had gone that he thought he would receive a seizure.

There was also a curved plastic Butt stopple, 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 interpretation that is. The explosive var. was only useable to personal contacts.

He also did semtex breast implants, though a submarine would experience to be seriously deranged to desire any. The semtex padded bra and semtex baby excrescence were more practical but more easily spotted. However there was a certain irony with a bearded Arab with 38DD semtex titty implants wearing a Burkah trying to conflate in in a crowd.

Oleg did alright financially. Money did not interest him. big businessman did not interest him. He wanted a quiet sprightliness. He loved music. Classical medicine. Pop Music, anything except Bagpipes.

And good example, he loved modeling, Trains mainly. He was a boring petty tit really. For a mass murderer.

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

One day he needed some bits for his simulation railway line and found his local Toymaster had become a sex shop class. He looked at the dildoes and butt plugs and opinion, ‘ I can knock some of them out at a quarter that price.'He promptly bought half a dozen as formula to the young lady assistant's amusement.

Oleg quickly made a batch of dildoes, changing the shape slightly to debar right of first publication and had sold three on Salford indoor market place before he was arrested for outraging populace decency.

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

Oleg sold almost 1000 copies of the television 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 supplying ( Rochdale ) Ltd from a shed at the bottom of his garden. His tax social occasion were in order. He had the right planning consent for his stage business and he even had a license to own and produce fire arms.

For Oleg had a contract bridge with GCHQ. The government snooping centre at Cheltenham. Every volatile target Plug and dildo he made had its own individual GPS vector. Temperature sensing it activated as soon as it reached 36 grade centigrade. Maybe a arcminute after individual shoved it up inwardly themselves. It was built into the cap recipient which also was deactivated until it reached 36 degrees.

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

For several age Oleg drove to Sheffield each Thursday evening to pick up a loose woman. 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 rubber sheet and hatful of lube.

The old ones were the best, he wanted someone who could take the dildoes easily but not too easily. The teenagers were generally too fuddled, but on the other hired hand they fucked better.

Oleg never had problem, he used a India rubber, was civil and paid well, but really he needed eubstance. Someone who could test his outturn as he made it. A authentic piece of tail assistant. He had to be careful, the fair sex could not be allowed to know about the explosives. Eventually following an unfortunate person mis understanding, GCHQ had arranged for one of their experienced flying field PI to aid him.

Miss Jones was a silver grey haired flying dragon with a snatch like a cement mixer.Every Thursday eve she met Oleg outside the Dog and duck in Rotherham and he took her home to test the calendar week's production. She was an apotheosis tester as for for many days she had combined a day job as an plugboard operator at the British Consulate in Egyptian capital with an evening job working in a cathouse. On several occasions she had allegedly broken the neck of an Arab who was screwing her. She liked to wait until he started to cum so he died with a grin on his face.

Oleg didn't brain, 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.

Orders came from several origin, several branches of ISIL, Southend Air Services ( SAS ) and some private individuals.

Most of Olegs miniature were never used but some were with quite a spectacular results.

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

Part of a peck ordered by ISIL ( West 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 downcast activation wires to the B ( normally live ) terminus on the switch instead of the C ( normallt dead ) terminal.

The blowup triggered a concatenation reaction exploding respective early explosive devices in a box in the boot. This blew the Toyota Avensis in one-half spreading missy Fatimah Ajima across both carriageways of the M1. Her accomplice were also thrown from the vehicle which stopped blocking all three southward lanes of the main London to Brummagem Motorway.

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

This was one of a batch he took to Ilkley mineworker Institute to exhibit to buyers from ISIL ( Cologne ) who wanted an alternative to explosive waistcoat. Oleg took the full cooking stove, Baby Bumb, false tits, standard explosive undershirt in three weights, seven stooge stopper, six charge plate and the glass one and four dildoes.

Twenty seven ISIL members sat round while Oleg explained how the various devices worked. He used a model to demonstrate how they fitted the human body.

"So show us !"individual said,"Use the slut !"

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

"No way creep,"she said in a scouse stress,"I just need the cash."

Oleg carefully peeled the young woman pants down and raised her skirt. She shook gently. She was terrified. She mewed as Oleg parted her cunt brim with his thumb. He lubed the streamlined 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 take in fucked her first base like he did with miss Jones.

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

Oleg had no idea of the girl's name, he simply fucked her with a semtex filled dildo until she got really excited and then he lubed up the butt stopple with her twat juice and put it on a chair.

"Sit yourself down love,"he suggested.

The anonymous girl sat on the bottom plug."squirm your ass love,"he whispered. Gradually the hoopla eased inside her.

"Try the waistcoat and pap while you're waiting,"Oleg suggested.

The young woman squirmed easing the quid foster inside her until with a plop the across-the-board constituent was past and it popped into place.

"clout your knickerbockers up and take the air about,"Oleg suggested.

The lady friend waddled like a pregnant duck.

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

"Oi wanker, shut it,"she replied pleasantly.

"For do it's interest !"Oleg replied,"I thought you said you had a well worn trollop ?"

"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 diddly-shit theatre but stronger. The wall were four feet buddy-buddy. cover in the 1960s it had been converted to a social way when they had an galvanizing wind engine installed. Now it remained as the solely building in a waste where even the dross heaps had been levelled.

Oleg had his loge in the cover room, the kitchen, a four infantry thick wall away from the chief Radclyffe Hall,"You come with me !"he ordered and he hustled the female child through the door.

He grabbed her genitalia. She squealed. He groped wildly for the slippery black behemoth 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 human race exploded.

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

He felt something. Something lovesome. A girl. Her tears fell wetly on his nerve."Its OK."he said but he heard nothing.

Then the ringing in his capitulum diminished. The girl was sobbing, everything was covered with rubble. A light light bulb glowed faintly through the debris laden atmosphere.

Everything was quiet.

"What happened ?"the young lady shouted.

"Thunder,"Oleg laughed.

Part of the ceiling had collapsed. As the rubble settled they saw the kitchen room access was off its hinges. The big icebox had been knocked sideways and leaned drunkenly against a sinkhole unit. water poured from a rupture pipe.

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

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

"You OK ?"person asked from the shadows.

"head ache,"Oleg said.

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

"No, you take her dwelling house, we'll illuminate up here,"the shady figure insisted.

Oleg never saw the remains of 20 seven ISIL fighters spread like hemangioma simplex jam around the old Institute building. The collapsed ceiling or the fallen roof joists and tiles.

Nobody said thank you, he didn't even get paid for the dildoes and waistcoat which blew up.

He just found an superfluous £ 270 000 in his Swiss banking company explanation adjacent clock time he checked.

And he had the gratification of a job well done. And a girlfriend who'se life he had saved.

She thanked him. She thanked him several metre. She really showed him how thankful she was when he stopped at his house to let her get cleaned up. She let him have sex her bareback. No one except her dad and Uncle John 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 stories have a happy ending .