Oleg didn't look much like an entrepreneur. He wore a rather shabby gabardine doctor coat with a screwdriver in the top pocket. His thick rimmed drinking glass perched on the end of his hook nose. He just quietly and efficiently went about his business organization of making specialist sex toys.

While other specialists had their designs made in China and made about £1 profit per unit Oleg did almost the whole product process in planetary house and sold them place to his customers.

specialist designs unavailable elsewhere. Dildoes and Butt sparking plug for smugglers. False tit, False Baby Bumps.

But the really profit was in the Arab securities industry. Jihad. Something for that unforgettable bang.

Exploding stooge ballyhoo. Exploding dildoes. He especially liked the exploding dildoes. They had to be quite great or so he told his customers. They needed 3 x C cell barrage for the receiving set, so they had to be quite big cycle. This meant gentlewoman had to practice before using them. Unless they were sluts.

Oleg paid sluts to test his dildoes. He checked the minuscule ads for prossies uncoerced to put on a show. Lesbians were best. Someone who liked a clenched fist up her snatch, and ass. He loved to watch them wanking themselves, easing two, three, four fingers up and then their own small clenched fist before they eased the big Shirley Temple Black plastic bomb between their pussy lips. He only tested silent person dildoes, he had a buzzer connected instead of the cap and made sure the dildo buzzed when he dialled the correct mobile earphone numbers in the counterbalance sequence.

It was important to check every dildo bomb casing before it was filled with semtex. It needed to be fluent. It must not chafe but it needed to stick around in when the woman walked around. Some prison term a distich of rubber-base paint pants would take hold a dildo in but then the woman would not be able-bodied to walk normally, sexily.

Oleg always said a missy should be able to take the air into Miss Selfies with men wolf whistling, do a twirl and then botch up the lot of them to dust.

His dildoes were dolphin shaped. Thicker in the middle. Streamlined at the death. Designed to stay in. Quite often he would test a new purpose by taking a miss on a bus trip to town with both a dildo and stern plugs up inside her. Sometimes just the shell. Sometimes with a blank filling.

Oleg's favourite was a special version which shot a stream of consistency high temperature liquid instead of exploding. Sluts liked these. He liked setting them off when the girl least expected it. On a prosy crossing. At a Supermarket bridle out. He loved watching the little girl as they desperately tried to protest rubbing their clits as the fluids squirted. He also loved their overplus as the fluid inevitably leaked out if them as if they had wet themselves.

The gentlewoman butt end plug was simple-minded, just the self-aggrandising case the lady could actually get up her ass. A holler shell which could be filled with heroin, gold, a mobile phone or flick knife or semtex. The Arabian bought them filled with semtex with a detonating device set to explode when the dildo next to it exploded. That's why Oleg only made big one, so some innocent young girl wouldn't be forced to use one. At least not without a lot of practice and a lot of pain.

Some male plug had a big flange to barricade them going in too far. Some were dolphin shaped. Each was designed so the user could come out 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 climax in Freshco in Maitland street. Unfortunately he had miss labelled a semtex filled live dud as a water pistol. More unfortunately she was standing by the paint rack when seven pounds of semtex ripped her apart. This sent a bolide rushing through the storage.

Luckily the CCTV was not working. The flaming brigade blamed a gas wetting. Oleg was quite upset at the clock 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 Gentleman's stern plug was an entirely different animal. It was based on a dead necked wine nursing bottle and required a considerable point of persistence to relieve one into position.

Oleg was educated at an English Public shoal. He knew more than enough about Homosexuality. bugger as the boy called it. Every Sat evening after lights out. Even now ten years later Oleg still hated queers.

He loved to ascertain grown men oiling up their ass holes before they tried to wedge a 100 mm diameter glass bottle up their backsides. Oleg filmed them. Secretly. He played back the video when he felt dismay and soon tear of laughter ran down his nerve. He had many hours of television which he sold through a specialist government agency. The ISIL collection. On one juncture a bottle broke and the man had to go to Sheffield Royal Infirmary with broken glass up his ass. Oleg laughed so often when the Ambulance had gone that he thought he would have a seizure.

There was also a curved charge plate arse hoopla, 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 version that is. The explosive variant was only available to personal contacts.

He also did semtex breast implants, though a submarine sandwich would experience to be seriously deranged to want any. The semtex padded bra and semtex infant hump were more practical but more easily spotted. However there was a sure sarcasm with a whiskery Arab with 38DD semtex titty implants wearing a Burkah trying to combine in in a crowd.

Oleg did alright financially. Money did not interest him. Power did not interest him. He wanted a quiet life. He loved music. authoritative music. Pop music, anything except Bagpipes.

And Models, he loved model, Trains mainly. He was a boring little tit really. For a mass murderer.

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

One day he needed some flake for his model railroad track and found his topical anaesthetic Toymaster had become a sex workshop. He looked at the dildoes and posterior fireplug and thought, ‘ I can pick apart some of them out at a quarter that price.'He promptly bought half a dozen as design to the young lady assistant's amusement.

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

After that he stuck to Ebay but started getting complaint. One fair sex even sent a video explaining the dildo was a sod to crusade up but slipped straight back out.

Oleg sold almost 1000 copies of the TV 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. Oliver Hardy provision ( Rochdale ) Ltd from a shed at the keister of his garden. His tax liaison were in order. He had the proper planning consent for his occupation and he even had a permit to own and produce flak arms.

For Oleg had a contract with GCHQ. The government snooping centre at Cheltenham. Every explosive nates Plug and dildo he made had its own item-by-item GPS vector. Temperature sensing it activated as soon as it reached 36 academic degree centigrade. Maybe a minute after someone shoved it up interior themselves. It was built into the detonator receiving system which also was deactivated until it reached 36 degrees.

You might recall Oleg was a frigid hearted murderous SOB but in fact his parents were lawfully married even before he was born.

For respective year Oleg drove to Sheffield each Thursday evening to blame up a slut. He would select them to the Premier Inn by the M1 and have them fist themselves. He loved to watch them struggle. He always took a rubber mainsheet and plenty of lube.

The old ones were the unspoiled, he wanted someone who could conduct the dildoes easily but not too easily. The teenagers were generally too sloshed, but on the former hand they fucked better.

Oleg never had problems, he used a golosh, was polite and paid well, but really he needed consistency. somebody who could try out his turnout as he made it. A authentic screw help. He had to be careful, the woman could not be allowed to know about the explosives. Eventually following an unfortunate person mis agreement, GCHQ had arranged for one of their experienced playing area operatives to assist him.

Miss Jones was a silver grey haired firedrake with a cunt like a cementum mixer.Every Thursday evening she met Oleg outside the Dog and duck's egg in Rotherham and he took her base to test the week's production. She was an idealistic tester as for for many age she had combined a day job as an plugboard hustler at the British Consulate in Egyptian capital 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 await 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.

Orders came from several root, various branches of ISIL, Southend Air servicing ( SAS ) and some buck private individuals.

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

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

office of a mint 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 blue energizing wires to the B ( normally live ) terminal on the switch instead of the C ( normallt dead ) terminal.

The explosion triggered a chain reaction exploding several early volatile devices in a box in the charge. This blew the Toyota Avensis in one-half spreading Miss Fatima Ajima across both carriageways of the M1. Her accomplices were also thrown from the vehicle which stopped blocking all three southbound lanes of the main London to Birmingham Motorway.

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

This was one of a good deal he took to Ilkley miner Institute to establish to emptor from ISIL ( Koln ) who wanted an alternate to explosive singlet. Oleg took the full-of-the-moon range, babe Bumb, untrue bosom, stock explosive vests in three weights, seven butt plugs, six credit card and the glass one and four dildoes.

20 seven ISIL fellow member sat round while Oleg explained how the various devices worked. He used a mannequin to attest how they fitted the man body.

"So demonstrate us !"someone said,"Use the hussy !"

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

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

Oleg carefully peeled the lady friend pants down and raised her skirt. She shook gently. She was terrified. She mewed as Oleg parted her cunt lips with his thumb. He lubed the streamlined end of 12/01/19-BES2-1 and gently eased in into her cunt. It took a patch, he pushed, then relaxed and pushed again. Normally he would give birth fucked her first off like he did with Miss Jones.

Oleg found spunk was the best lubricant, at least that's what he told fille Jones. misfire Jones did n't indicate 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 public figure, he simply fucked her with a semtex filled dildo until she got really excited and then he lubed up the prat fire hydrant with her cunt juice and put it on a chair.

"Sit yourself down love,"he suggested.

The anonymous girl sat on the butt sparking plug."Wriggle your ass honey,"he whispered. Gradually the ballyhoo eased inside her.

"Try the singlet and tits while you're waiting,"Oleg suggested.

The girl squirmed easing the plug encourage inside her until with a plop the all-inclusive part was past and it popped into place.

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

The girl waddled like a fraught duck.

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

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

"For have it away's sake !"Oleg replied,"I thought you said you had a well worn slut ?"

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

The Institute was an old boiler mansion at Ilkley Main pit. It was built like a brick shite house but stronger. The walls were four fundament thick. spinal column in the sixties it had been converted to a social way when they had an electric winding railway locomotive installed. Now it remained as the solely building in a wasteland where even the slag hatful had been levelled.

Oleg had his boxes in the backward elbow room, the kitchen, a four ft thick wall away from the main entrance hall,"You come with me !"he ordered and he hustled the girl through the door.

He grabbed her crotch. She squealed. He groped wildly for the slippery smutty giant which he then tugged from her puss.

"Aw !"she wailed.

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

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

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

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

Everything was quiet.

"What happened ?"the female child shouted.

"Thunder,"Oleg laughed.

Part of the ceiling had collapsed. As the junk settled they saw the kitchen threshold was off its hinges. The big icebox had been knocked sideways and leaned drunkenly against a sink social unit. Water poured from a ruptured pipe.

Oleg picked up his bag."clock time 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 ?"someone asked from the shadows.

"worry,"Oleg said.

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

"No, you take her home, we'll clear up here,"the shadowy physical body insisted.

Oleg never saw the corpse of 20 seven ISIL fighter spread like strawberry jam around the old Institute edifice. The collapsed roof or the fallen ceiling joists and tiles.

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

He just found an surplus £ 270 000 in his Swiss Bank news report side by side time he checked.

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

She thanked him. She thanked him various times. She really showed him how thankful she was when he stopped at his firm to let her get cleaned up. She let him fuck her bareback. No one except her dad and Uncle Gospel According to John fucked her bareback. But she trusted Oleg.

He took her home a hebdomad later.

Her fancy man beat her up and broke her collar bone.

Not all stories have a well-chosen ending .