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Remo pass。
Remo's eyes were fixed straight ahead； but his peripheral vision swallowed the room in a glance。 He had seen the room before。 In the sex photos。 A metal bed stood against； the left wall； covered with white satin sheets。 At the right side of the small room stood a camera on a tripod； and reflector…covered lights。 Behind the bed stood Anna。 Her chest heaved； disturbing the fabric of her sweater as she looked at Remo。 〃I've waited for you a long tune；〃 she said。
Stohrs pushed the door shut and locked it。 〃Take off your clothes；〃 he manded。 〃All of them。〃 Remo mechanically removed his clothes； watching straight ahead as Anna pulled her sweater off over her head； her blonde locks splashing through with difficulty。 Her pendulous breasts bounced when released from the sweater。 She returned Remo's stare as she reached behind her and snapped loose the top button of her skirt； hooked her fingers inside the waistband and slid it slowly down over her hips； until it dropped soundlessly on the floor。 She wore no undergarments； only long black stockings； held up with a black garter belt； and black patent leather boots that reached above the knee。
Remo was naked； his clothes in a pile on the floor in front of him。 〃Lie on the bed；〃 Stohrs ordered and Remo sprawled across the cot on his back。 Anna walked to the bed alongside him； and leaned over him； the nipples of her breasts just touching his bare chest。 〃I have something special for you；〃 she said。 She stepped to a small table alongside the bed； then back into Remo's view。 She held a black wig in her hands。 She trailed the long strands of hair across Remo's stomach； his genitals； then down his legs。 Then she placed it on her head； tucking her blonde hair under it。
She sat on the bed next to Remo and took a tube of lipstick from the table。 She slid the end of the closed lipstick into her mouth； then leaned over Remo and let spittle from her mouth dribble onto his chest。 Then she uncased the lipstick and painted deep red lips over her own pale color。 She reached again for the table。
Now the whip； Remo thought。
Kill them now？ It would be easy。 But he wanted them to savor their victory； before he twisted it into death。
〃Father； are you ready？ I can no longer wait。〃
Stohrs； who had been loading the camera； said 〃Go ahead。 But quickly。 We have spent much time。〃
The whip now。 It flashed expertly across Remo's stomach and snapped a red welt into his skin。 Again。 This time closer to his maleness。 And again。 Then she dropped the whip across the bed； and lowered her head over Remo。 The dark strands of hair played across his body； and then she was on him； greasy lipstick working on him； moaning with passion。
Remo allowed himself to respond。 He wanted this woman。 Not to enjoy her。 But to punish her。 He had learned the secrets from Chiun。 This twisted Nazi beast was infatuated by a husky young policeman； but she〃 was going to be destroyed by the surrogate for an eighty…year old Korean who believed that women were no more plicated than guitars。 The wrong strings produced disharmony。 It is simply a matter of plucking the right strings。
The strings for the blackruiired woman in boots were pain and suffering and torture。 That was her enjoyment。 Remo would give her that until she was in ecstasy； and then give her more until the ecstasy turned to pain； and more vet until the soft erotic touch became the bitter rasp of a rawl。
Her voluntary act of debasement was lighting the fires。 〃He's ready。 Tell him to take me。〃
〃Take her；〃 Stohrs said。
〃T wsut rape；〃 yelled the daughter。
〃Rape the woman；〃 Stohrs said。
And that was all Remo needed； and he banged her down into the bed so hard that hei wig flew off and plowed into her； twisting her body so that her spinal column wrenched。
She moaned and Stohrs kept snapping pictures。 What process had brought him to this； Remo thought； where he could stand taking photos and living out his daughter's perversions？ Remo knew。 It was like any other horror。 It was done imperceptibly； step by step； individual meaningless actions being built into the habit pattern； demanding pliance； until 'the final act。。。 the final sum。。。 was demanded by the parts。 Until there was no way to stop it。
〃Harder。〃 Anna's voice insinuated itself into his mind。 Harder。 Faster。 Deeper。 He considered his fingers。 Then his toes。 While his body forced blood to pump； his mind denied that blood and thought of other parts； other functions。 It was Chiun's secret。
〃More；〃 she yelled。 〃More。〃
He ground into her； pressing with his knees； lifting her and dropping her down。 She groaned in ecstasy。
Remo moved harder。 Faster。
She groaned。 Ecstasy again。
Harder。 Faster。 Concentrate on kneecaps。
She groaned continuously now。 But ecstasy was giving way。 It was surrendering to pain。；
Remo moved on。 Harder。 Faster。 His mind sensed the heavily calloused skin on the tips of his fingers。
Her groans grew in intensity； raised in pitch。 She was in pain now。 Suffering。 She would soon shout stop and Remo； under drugs； would have to obey。
He leaned forward heavily onto her body and smashed his heavily muscled shoulder down into her mouth； chipping her front teeth。 Hard。 Stopping her from calling out the mand to stop。
Her voice was muffled under his shoulder。
And Remo kept on。 Harder。 Harder。 The toes now。 He felt them digging into the wooden floor for a firm footing。 She was using her hands now。 Trying to push him away。 He pressed her harder。
Stohrs had stopped taking pictures。 He was now just a spectator。 The Nazis had killed by gang rape。 Stohrs was watching that fate overtake his daughter； a death administered by a one…man gang。
Then Stohrs called out。 〃Stop。〃
Remo stopped。 And the bitch lay semi…conscious； bleeding from the mouth and groin。
〃Are you all right； dear？；〃 Stohrs asked。
She sat up slowly； hatred in her eyes。 〃Let us kill this bastard； father。 Painfully。〃
〃We shall。 But first； Mr。 Pelham and I must finish our game。 Develop the film。 I will。call you。〃
Remo was ordered to dress； and then Stohrs led him back to tv chess room。 He ordered Remo to sit down and then took his seat on the other side of the table。
He spoked to Remo： 〃Who are you？〃
〃Rerro Pelham。〃
〃Who told you about me？〃
〃Deborah Hirshbloom。〃
〃What did she tell you？〃
〃That you were Nazi。〃
〃Why did you e here？〃
〃For money。 I could get money from you。〃
〃All right。 We will play a little game。 You will wake up and show me how you can win； and then you will go back to sleep。 Repeat after me。 You will wake up to play the。game and then you will go to sleep。〃
〃T will wake up to play and then f。 o back to sleep。〃
〃Back to sleep when I snap my fingers。 Wake up when p my fingers。〃
And Stohrs snapped his fingers。
〃A fast game；〃 he said； smiling。
〃A fast game；〃 Remo said。
〃Still think you can win？；〃 Stohrs asked； confident in his skills； assured of his victory。
〃Yes；〃 Remo said。 He picked up the queen from the board。 Deborah's queen。 〃Watch the queen；〃 Remo said。
〃I am watching。〃
〃It is my move；〃 Remo said； as he lifted the queen； standing it on its green felt base in the palm of his hand。 His fingers curl