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The Finchley Flasher

By: fmcchris



 (Author's note: I would like to thank my friend Allan for providing the inspiration for this story.)


The news came as a great shock to the friendly and respectable folk of Finchley, a predominately residential suburb in the district of Barnet in north London. For some months now, a very ugly spectacle was taking place in the vicinity of Church End, often known as "Finchley Central," the area north and west of the North Circular Road, which was centered around Ballard's Lane and Finchley Central tube station.

It had been reported by several people who had witnessed the event that a man, rather tall and unassumingly dressed in a black trench coat that covered most of his lean frame, had been exposing his privates to females during the early evening hours when most people were returning home from work. His modus operandi was said to have been somewhat ad hoc in nature; quickly whipping open his coat to expose his naked body to terrified and appalled females, seemingly indifferent as to the age of his victims, before laughing maniacally as he disappeared into a nearby tube. The encounter took place so fast that onlookers had barely any time to react in any retaliatory fashion. This was also due to the fact that the offender, who soon came to earn the sobriquet of "The Finchley Flasher," was not only a master of disguise, but also a prodigious sprinter.

Unlike most predatory beasts that tend to circumnavigate within a large but specific boundary in which to locate new prey, the Flasher preferred to remain within the periphery of Church End, and always in close proximity to the tube, which he employed as his escape route. How he happened to appear as if out of nowhere, since not one person had ever seen him ascend from the tube station, was a matter of conjecture amongst authorities assigned to the case. It was assumed by many of these investigative folk that the Flasher must have had an ally of sorts, working in conjunction with him so that he could appear mysteriously at his assigned locale wherein he was then ceremoniously dumped into the multitudinous flow of human, rush-hour traffic that vomited up from the overstuffed tubes below onto the busy streets above. Of course, this was all just speculation. No one had ever seen him exit from any vehicle prior to having been accosted. And it was now a full six months from the time the first reported incident had occurred.

During the latter half of October, the Flasher's appearances were becoming less frequent, most likely due to the inclement weather, or so the police thought. But even during the preceding temperate months, the cagey exhibitionist could not be counted upon to appear regularly. The only thing that remained constant was that he never left his preferred locale, stubbornly staking out his claim to Church End like an animal marking its territory. Even when the police were out in force and dutifully diligent, they were often humbled and, in fact, made to look ridiculous when the Flasher did strike while on their collective watch. Citizens of the small town soon lost faith in their protectors and at one point rallied around the police department to protest the appalling inefficacy of their pudding-headed constables. Even the chief of police had to throw his hands up in disgust after he was pelted by eggs from the angry and frustrated crowd. It seemed that the Flasher could merrily go about his perverse business as he pleased, free to display his penis to anyone he chose—and he always chose women.

Things came to a head when the local media took up the cause of its beleaguered citizenry, the bulk of the protestors being, of course, female. Besides making the Finchley police look like a bunch of absolute fools, the news reports succeeded, though not intentionally at first, to create an enigma out of what was, essentially, an extremely well-crafted, devious, and brilliant enterprise undertaken by a very brilliant but sociopathic mind. It was not long before the news of the Flasher spread to the whole of England and beyond; tales of his prodigious feats of derring-do being broadcast as far away as China and Australia. And with each failure of the police to bring this exhibitionistic blackguard to heel, his reputation grew, as did the fantastic tales invented to explain his uniquely aberrant behavior. For here was no simple, run-of-the mill, flasher—this was a genius, a mastermind who, in addition to satisfying his sordid and lustful cravings by shocking innocent women, could seemingly disappear into thin air at will, confounding his victims, the police, the news media, and everyone else. He was becoming, in effect, not only a local legend, but a worldwide celebrity.

The last reported sighting of the Flasher occurred in the final week of October, after three weeks of relative quiet. This last encounter took place in North Finchley, the area surrounding Tally-Ho Corner, and was one of the Flasher's most ostentatious displays of exemplary vulgarity that had ever been reported. 

The three women involved were all secretaries who worked for the local town government, each of them in their mid-to-late forties, married, and who had their teenage daughters with them at the time of the encounter. According to one of the eye witnesses, a woman by the name of Alice Pennington, the Flasher sprang at them "as if from out of nowhere" and opened his black trench coat, revealing to his shocked and amazed audience his erect penis. Not stopping there, he reached down and grabbed one of the teenage girl's hands and forced it down onto his turgid cock, making her cry out in disgust. But even more reprehensible than that was the sticky residue that clung to her hand as she forcefully pulled it away, accompanied by a long arc of semen that shot forth from the tip of his turgid member and splattered the young woman's jacket. Laughing maniacally, the Flasher quickly closed his coat and dashed off into the multitude of people returning home from work, into whose ranks he effectually disappeared. Ms. Pennington told the police that the incident occurred so fast that neither she nor her friends, nor anyone else in their immediate vicinity, had time to react in any meaningful way. The Flasher's success had served to embolden him to the point where he could now enjoy physical contact with his victims, and assault them with impunity.

It had become clear that the police were incapable of apprehending the onerous fellow, and yet something had to be done. Exasperated town officials had called upon the citizenry at large to bring the Flasher to justice, with promises of vast rewards. In response, an ad hoc coalition of townspeople was formed as an adjunct to the local police force to diligently watch and report if they discovered any hint that the Flasher might be once again on his predatory rounds. Old and young alike were called upon to serve their community in this ancillary fashion, but by the time December rolled around, with no sign of the Flasher for an entire month, almost all gave up the vigil, being discouraged by the shortened period of daylight and frigid temperatures.

And then, just as the town was enjoying this brief respite of tenuous quietude, the Flasher struck again, and this time it happened on none other than Christmas Eve, and right in front of the most popular gift shop on Ballard's Lane.

It had long been a traditional practice of the reputable old shop to hire a man to play Father Christmas, who would stand in front of the premises and solicit donations for the needy. But the man who had been hired for the job, a certain Mr. Jenkins, never showed up for work on Christmas Eve. In fact, he was later discovered to have been sitting quietly at home quite drunk after having received a phone call from the gift shop telling him that his services would no longer be required. It was subsequently discovered that no one from the shop had ever made such a call, and it was believed that it had been the Flasher himself who was responsible for the deception. How he had discovered the identity of the gift-shop Santa remained a mystery.

As the rush-hour madness of Christmas shopping drew on, and people were scrambling to and fro to procure last-minute gifts that would have been more easily purchased in less frenetic times, the Flasher, all dressed up in his own self-procured Father Christmas attire, took the place of Jenkins and unprepossessingly stood in front of the shop ringing his bell while he watched bills and coins being casually deposited into his oversized bag. No one had ever seen the true face of the Flasher because it had been assumed by many that the man had used theatrical appliances to alter his facial features. Be that as it may, the interloper was now sporting an immense false beard, its white mass covering most of his face as he laughed jovially at passersby, all of them totally unaware of who was standing in their midst.

Suddenly, just as the town clock struck 6:00 p.m., a group of women who had just exited the gift shop and were chattering on contentedly about their myriad purchases, stopped dead in their tracks and beheld a seminude St. Nicholas standing before them with his erect penis in his hands. Within seconds the horrified shoppers watched as the flurry of activity taking place in the vicinity of the costumed man's loins produced a gigantic wad of cum that sailed over their heads and splashed into the gift shop window several feet beyond. Shrieking in unison, the women rushed headlong into the street and out of reach of the milky-white missiles being fired at them, but at least two of them were struck by the errant volleys of spunk, causing them great dismay.

But no sooner had the incident occurred, than the Flasher was already up and away, flying down the block at tremendous speed, laughing gaily as he jumped over fences and other obstacles as if he were an Olympic gold-medal champion. Several men, who had seen the commotion from inside the shop, tried valiantly to track the villain down, but to no avail. The Flasher had lived up to his reputation: he was just too fast and too smart to be apprehended by the befuddled locals.

This latest incident was the opening story on evening news that night, and once again the police were made to look like utter dolts, incapable of doing their duty. But if the good people of Finchley were worried that the Flasher would forever get away with his revolting deeds without punishment, they were unduly concerned. For unbeknownst to them, a champion was being forged in their midst, a woman who would prove to be every bit as devious, cunning, and brilliant as the Flasher himself. Her name was Jennifer Scotland.

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Jennifer, or "Jenny" as she was called by family and friends, was a young woman of twenty-three with shoulder length red hair and sparkling green eyes that shone like twin emeralds in a face unmarred by any physical imperfection. She was considered by most to be beautiful, although she herself thought that she was merely "pretty". But her modest, self-effacing nature belied an indomitable inner spirit; a fiercely independent nature that radiated self-confidence and strength.

She was fairly tall and slender, with a particularly odd quirk of tilting her head to one side when she felt someone was trying to get the better of her. This habit, coupled with a slightly upturned lip and of keeping one eyelid half shut, always caused her adversaries to feel uncomfortable in her presence—a feeling that she was often happy to inspire. 

One of her key attributes was her ability to appraise a person's character upon first meeting them, which made people think that she possessed some form of mental acuity that was both astonishing and otherworldly. Taken at face value, Jenny presented a formidable presence to the world, and no one knew this better than she herself.

She had been following the news reports about the Flasher for some months now and it troubled her greatly that this human insect was the cause of so much turmoil in her beloved town. In fact, it was her aunt, Alice Pennington, who, as one of the unfortunate victims of the Flasher's stunts, complained bitterly to her that something had to be done to end these series of indecencies. 

"It's positively shameful!" the older woman remarked one day when the two of them were enjoying lunch at a local pub. "The police are useless and the vigilantes are too dimwitted to be of any proper use either. But we've got to catch this miserable lout. We can't have him going round offending people like this."

Jenny studied her aunt's taciturn face. Alice was a little over 20 years her senior and still possessed that astonishing Devonshire beauty that was the hallmark of her distaff side. Jenny had always been close to her aunt. Besides being naturally gregarious and extroverted, Alice possessed a mysterious side to her nature that intrigued Jenny. The two women had enjoyed a close relationship since Jenny was a child, yet there was something about Alice that made her appear a perpetual enigma to all that knew her. Jenny's cousin Winifred, who had just turned 19 years old on the day she and her mother had met up with the Flasher, and who was subsequently baptized with the Flasher's abundant supply of semen, was just as lovely and enigmatic as her mother, and just as willful. 

"Do you have any ideas?" her aunt resumed, brushing aside an errant strand of lustrous chestnut brown hair from her face. "Anything at all?"

Jenny thought for a moment and cast her eyes down upon her empty plate. "Well, the police have tried everything..."

"Forget about the police!" Alice said abruptly, her gray-blue eyes flashing. "I want to know what you think."

Jenny had indeed given the subject a great deal of thought, but had found herself at odds as to how the indecent chap might actually be apprehended. It was true that the police had tried every means at their disposal to capture the Flasher, even resorting to installing hidden cameras on every street lamp up and down Ballard's Lane. But despite the bulk of the police force being concentrated in Finchley Central, where the Flasher seemed to appear and disappear at will, no one was fast enough to lay hands upon him. It was thought that because of his speed, and that he could quickly alter his appearance while in flight, he had thus acquired immunity from apprehension.

"We're not dealing with a normal person here are we?"

"Hardly a revelation," Alice replied tartly.

"What I mean is, so far the police and everyone else have resorted to logical means to capture this man. And so far nothing has worked."

"Another astute observation! Come on, Jenny. Get to the point."

"My point is...we are going to have to think like a sociopath, because that's what he is. I don't mean to say that he's necessarily evil or anything like that. He just likes to show off his penis to women."

"And masturbate on them. Let's not forget that!"

Jenny let out a long sigh. "But he's not Superman. From all the accounts we've heard he always disappears into the tube and then he's...gone! Just like that! But where does he go? He has to go somewhere. Every criminal has his lair."

"The transit people have assured us that there is no way he could have escaped using the tube."

"No, not the tube. I'm talking about the workers who use the tube stations."

Alice pondered her niece's idea for a moment and then frowned. "You mean those little cubby holes where the engineers fiddle about with their electronic switches? Hardly. Those rooms are only big enough for a few people to get into and you need a special key to open those doors. And remember, the Flasher did not, I repeat, did not use the tube in his last escape."

"That's exactly my point!" Jenny exclaimed. "Suddenly, his modus operandi has changed. It's not in keeping with his usual practice, so why do we keep assuming that he's going to act logically?"

"I don't assume anything where that man is concerned," Alice replied flatly. "He's completely insane."

"I don't think so," Jenny said dourly. "I think he's got a very serious personality disorder. A fetish perhaps, or maybe profound feelings of insecurity...I'm not sure. But he's anything but insane. In fact, I think he's brilliant."

"Brilliant?" Alice scoffed. "What the hell is so brilliant about a man exposing himself in public?"

"Nothing. I was talking about his ability to elude capture. You have to admit auntie, he's got everyone fooled—even the mayor himself hasn't got a clue what to do about him."

Alice shrugged and stole a glance out the window. It was just beginning to snow. "The mayor is an idiot—totally useless. I guess we can only hope that the cold weather will put the Flasher out of commission for a while."

"Wishing and hoping are not going to make him go away. In order to defeat your enemy, you have to know your enemy."

The gray-blue eyes rested tentatively upon the young woman across the table and then suddenly opened wide, displaying a remarkable brilliance. "Yes, yes...I think you might have a point. Maybe we've been going about this all the wrong way. Maybe it's time to start thinking like the Flasher."

My aunt is finally catching on, Jenny thought. "And we must anticipate his next move."

"Precisely! If you were him...right now...what would you be doing?"

"Planning where to strike next."

"And taking into account that he's going to remain in the vicinity of Finchley..."

"Because that's his one universal constant..."

"Yes, and that he will continue to focus his escape route utilizing the tube..."

"Even though he used the Father Christmas routine to confuse us..."

"Which he might try again..."

"Which is rather unlikely given that Christmas is now over and..."

"And New Year's Eve is only a few days away..."

"And remembering that he has a predilection for holidays..."

"As well as famous landmarks..."

And there the banter came to an abrupt halt. Both women stared at each other for a few moments and then started to laugh aloud.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Alice exclaimed.

"The Tally-Ho! New Year's Eve at exactly midnight. He's going to show us how really bold he is by crashing the party, isn't he?"

"Well, that wasn't what I was thinking but I'd say that it's a most perceptive guess nonetheless! Most perceptive indeed, Jenny!"

Jenny seemed pleased by the compliment, but there still appeared to be some doubt about their educated guesswork. "Of course, the Flasher may be thinking the same thing."

"Of course."

"So, where does that leave us?"

"At the Tally Ho! Listen Jenny. I think you're right. The man's a compulsive exhibitionist. And what better way to satisfy that urge than to start the New Year off by exposing yourself to as many people as you can in the most popular pub in town?"

"Yes! It's like him telling the lot of us, 'See, this is what's in store for you blighters this coming year! Sod off!'"

"You're a genius, my dear!" Alice beamed. "The man's got a penchant for drama doesn't he? It's too good an opportunity for him to pass up, even if the whole damn town will be there."

"It would test his skills to the utmost, I'm sure," Jenny replied, nodding her head in agreement.

Satisfied that they had come to such a conclusion, as speculative as it might seem, both women left the pub and headed home. Before parting, Alice gave her niece a kiss on the cheek and hugged her. The snow was coming down much harder now and the wind was beginning to pick up.

"Tell your mum that I send her my love, will you?"

"Of course auntie," Jenny replied, adjusting her hat and scarf to ward off the chill.

"I think it's time that you become acquainted with some of my friends, my dear. They are, shall we say, women of the highest pedigree and I think both you and they will benefit from the association."


The Finchley Flasher Ch. 02



 (Author's Note: I would like to thank several of my fans for suggesting some of the scenes in this story. And to Allan, who provided the inspiration for it.)



Some people may find it quite strange that Jenny followed her lover from the relatively placid town of Finchley to the frenetic environment of New York City, but she did just that.

She had barely deliberated the issue, which was out of keeping with her innate tendency to analyze everything to the utmost degree, before she began making plans for her departure. Odd too was the fact that her own mother supported her decision to join Edmund in New York, while her aunt Alice and other family members and friends did their best to discourage her from making such a bold move. But in the end her heart won out and she said goodbye to her home to be with the man she loved. And now, a year later, the erstwhile Finchley Flasher and she were living together in a fashionable apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, both of them gainfully employed and enjoying their new life together.

The only stipulation that Jenny required from Edmund was that he would seek psychiatric help for his aberrant social behavior, which was exemplified by his constant desire to exhibit his private parts in public. This he agreed to wholeheartedly. And for the past year he had seemed to have recovered from his need to exhibit himself naked in front of strangers. Whether he would continue to refrain from such wanton exhibitionism or revert back to his old "flasher" ways remained to be seen. But Jenny was hopeful that the issue had been resolved. 

Despite the worldwide popularity of Edmund's former alter ego, Edmund himself had continued to remain relatively unrecognized by the general populace in the States. Because the Finchley police never got a photo of his face the way it actually appeared, he had no fear of being recognized, and could walk the streets with impunity. If Ariel and her Interpol cronies had recent and accurate pictures of him they did not divulge this information to their counterparts in the US. Jenny assumed that this was true because it was her belief that Ariel had no desire to pursue the matter once he was safely out of England and out of her hair. The other fact was that it was she, Jennifer Scotland, the beloved niece of Alice Pennington, leader of the Ladies Social Tea, who was now Edmund's lover, and Ariel had to submit to her aunt's dictate to leave Edmund and her in peace. And knowing how protective her aunt was of her, she had hoped this was true.

But Edmund's flasher legacy was not to be denied—at least not by his American counterparts. While he may have been cured of his compulsion toward exhibitionism, those radical elements that had admired his anarchic behavior now took up the cause to uphold his former deviant ways, and this new breed of sexual molesters were springing up all over Manhattan in increasing numbers. No doubt some acted separately, but there had come recent news of a more menacing threat that took the form of an underworld organization called the "Flash and Splash" brotherhood that were composed mainly of extremists who, in addition to the standard flasher fare of genital exposition, added physical molestation and rape to their arsenal of sociopathic disorders in order to achieve sexual gratification. 

Both Edmund and Jenny had read reports about the enigmatic group of deviants, most of who had been successful—unlike their British brethren—in eluding capture by the police. The few men who were caught and taken into custody were usually let go within a few days after incarceration, and after paying a stiff fine. Only one man, who had actually raped a nineteen-year-old girl, received a five-year prison sentence. But none of the men ever divulged any information about the group or its members, even under the threat of harsher punishments.

Jenny was glad that Edmund had received psychiatric help for his condition prior to these new and unwelcome developments. In her mind there was always the possibility that her boyfriend might be induced to return to his old ways if given sufficient motivation—that motivation being supplied by the army of admirers who sought desperately to emulate him. She felt it wise to err on the side of caution and tried her utmost to keep him blissfully unaware of the activities of this band of sexual marauders. Doing so was not always easy, as Edmund was fond of reading the newspapers. But her love for him was such that he dared not do anything to jeopardize it, and thus it proved sufficient to keep him from straying too far from the normalcy both she and he had fought so desperately to achieve.

To celebrate their one-year anniversary since expatriating to the States, Edmund and Jenny had decided to have dinner at their favourite Italian restaurant, Osteria del Circo, on West 55th Street. The warm, cozy atmosphere was staffed by a friendly bunch of people, and one pretty and buxom Italian girl named Gina, in particular, always looked forward to chatting it up with Edmund whenever he and Jenny made an appearance.

As the two lovers sat awaiting their dinner one cold Saturday evening in late February, Jenny asked him if he was happy with his life in New York, and if he missed Finchley and the exhibitionistic antics he once enjoyed.

"To tell you the truth, Jenny," he began, reaching for an unopened bottle of Chianti, "I don't miss the old town at all."

"Not even a little?" she asked somewhat surprised.

"Not a bit," he assured her. "That life exemplified the old Edmund Kent—the pervert, the shameful exhibitionist, the...the deviant, if you will. No, I don't ever want to go back to that way of life again. And it has nothing whatsoever to do with Ariel."

"I'm glad, Edmund. She did make things terribly difficult for you, I know."

"Difficult indeed!" he replied, as he poured the wine first into her glass and then his own. "But now I feel as if I've been given a new lease on life. I have you, my work, and our future together to look forward to. And it's going to be a good one, Jenny. I promise."

As they raised their glasses in a toast to their mutual convictions, Jenny felt a sense of reassurance in his words.

She drank the wine slowly, savoring its earthy bouquet. Suddenly, a warm glow permeated her entire body and she reached out and took Edmund's hand. From out of the corner of her eye she noticed their pretty waitress hoping back and forth between tables with an almost acrobatic grace, never once missing the opportunity to rest her eyes on Edmund. She was discreet about it, or so she thought. 

"Gina is staring at you again," she informed him. 

"I know," he said, nonchalantly observing the girl. "I give her exactly two minutes before she comes over and strikes up a conversation with me."

"She's nothing if not predictable," Jenny noted with amusement. "But after all, Edmund, you are a very handsome man—almost too handsome. All the women look at you."

"Pardon me, miss. But you have your fair share of male admires too, I must say."

His eyes shifted to a far corner of the room, where two young boys, barely out of their teens, were stealing glances at her with obvious fascination.

"Does that bother you?" Jenny asked him. "That they look at me like that?"

"As long as your heart belongs to me, my darling Jenny, I have nothing to fear from wandering eyes."

As Edmund had predicted, Gina appeared on cue, her huge tits almost inviting him to reach out and grab them as she positioned herself next to him.

She was extremely pretty—long, sandy blonde hair, huge green eyes, and a body that was more voluptuous than athletic. But it was her huge breasts that made the loudest statement; boldly insinuating themselves into her conversation as if they were a silent third party.

"You look very nice today," she said to Edmund with a big smile. "And you look great too, Jenny."

"As do you, Gina," Jenny replied genially.

Jenny felt no disdain toward the girl for liking her boyfriend. Women were always coming on to Edmund, and some had been quite forward about it without showing the slightest bit of deference to her. But in Gina's case, it was different. She was genuinely forthright and frank about her liking for Edmund. Jenny knew that if given half a chance the sexy girl would bed him gladly, but she never did anything untoward that would make Jenny think less of her, despite her fondness for him. In truth, she was an extremely likeable person who wore her heart on her sleeve.

"I have a booth in the back..." she began in a whispering tone, "that just opened up. "You know, one of the private booths we reserve for the Illuminati." She laughed when she said this and followed up by saying that her father, the owner of the restaurant, had given her permission to let us use the booth if we wanted to. "Dad reserves that booth for VIPs but it's a slow night, so, if you'd like to have your dinner there..."

Edmund didn't have to be told twice. "Perfect!" he said, enthusiastically. "Thank you, Gina. That's very gracious of you."

Gina's face beamed. "Great! Follow me."

Jenny had no illusions that the reason why they were being treated in such a singular fashion was due to nothing more than Gina's huge infatuation with Edmund. The beautiful and enchanting waitress would have liked them to believe that the VIP courtesy extended to them was a fringe benefit of their constant patronage, but Jenny knew better. And she knew Edmund. Despite Gina's abundant physical charms, he was immune to her advances, subtle as they were. And he was immune because he was deeply in love with Jenny.

After seating them in the private booth, Gina disappeared for a few minutes and returned from the kitchen with a large bowl of antipasto and a pitcher of water. 

"Here you go," the effervescent girl said as she put the bowl down onto the table. "I brought you some fresh Romano cheese because I know how much Edmund likes it."

As both Edmund and Jenny looked down favorably upon the delectable bowl of tasty morsels, Gina reached over the table to fill Edmund's water glass, her ample bosom nearly grazing his check as she did so. He drew back slightly and looked at Jenny uncomfortably, staring mutely at the enormous breasts dangling a mere few inches from his face.

Jenny could not help but suppress a giggle at Gina's faux pas. It was a calculated move of course, but strictly juvenile in its execution. She smiled as she filled the glass with water, noting Edmund's reaction with interest.

"My father isn't here tonight," Gina said to them. "So you can take as much time as you like to eat your dinner."

"That's very accommodating of you, Gina," Jenny said. "Does your father extend this courtesy to all of his non-VIP patrons?"

"Sometimes—if he likes them."

"Well, I'm glad to know he thinks so highly of us."

Gina put Edmund's glass down without overreaching herself and then proceeded to fill Jenny's glass. "My father is a good businessman. He gives people a little extra so that he can keep their business."

"A very smart tactic, no doubt," Jenny replied, watching Gina fill the glass.

Jenny glanced over at Edmund. He was staring down at the table seemingly disinterested in the two women's discussion. As Gina finished pouring, he pulled his chair back from the table and cursed involuntarily. 

"What is it, Edmund?" Jenny asked him. "What's wrong?"

He looked at her with a horror-stricken face. "It's happening again!"

"What?" Gina asked surprised. "What's happening?"

Jenny's fiancé abruptly stood up and began to undo the zipper to his pants. In moments his enormous penis sprang free of its confinement and bounced obscenely in the air in front of the two startled women.

"Are you crazy?" Gina cried, as she stared incredulously at the 2-foot-long behemoth in front of her.

"No time!" Edmund pleaded as he began to stroke his huge tool with vicious determination.

"Oh, my God!" Jenny exclaimed. "It's the drug, isn't it?"

"What else?" Edmund replied as he fisted his prick, completely indifferent to his circumstances. "I can't help myself!"

Jenny hurriedly tried to explain to Gina about EJAX-472 and its unpredictable effects upon the male reproductive system, and how months or even years could go by before another outbreak, but the poor girl could only stare in wide-eyed disbelief as Edmund continued to masturbate himself.

"His cock is so fucking big!" the horrified waitress cried. "Is that thing for real?"

"It's the drug that makes it like that!" Jenny tired hastily to explain. "And he's going to cum any moment now. We need something to catch his sperm in! Oh, Edmund this is terrible!"

Despite the shock of seeing her object of infatuation now standing naked in front of her and wildly beating off, Gina had the presence of mind to empty the bowl of antipasto and point it under Edmund's now exploding cock. Her initial surprise had now turned to a mixture of both amusement and arousal. 

"This is so fucking crazy!" the pretty girl said as she watched Edmund jerk off. "Just try not to get any on the carpet."

Jenny thought this was a funny comment to make considering the situation, but Gina seemed to take it all in stride, as if naked, masturbating customers were a more or less frequent occurrence. She moved gingerly into position on the opposite side of where Gina was standing, holding the outer edge of the bowl directly in front of Edmund's penis, anticipating an enormous release of sperm.

At that very moment, Jenny heard the sound of women's voices coming from behind her and turned to see two middle-aged women staring dumbfounded between the parted curtains. 

"What in heaven's name do you people think you're doing?" Jenny heard one of them say in a gruff tone.

The reply to that question came in the form of a huge burst of hot, creamy Alfredo sauce that shot out of the tip of Edmund's tortured prick and sailed over Gina's head and into the astonished face of the obtrusive inquirer. The jet of sperm splashed defiantly into the woman's glasses and ricocheted off the top of her head and into the face of the woman standing directly behind her. The two dowdy matrons cried out in dismay and fell back at the onslaught of Edmund's wayward spunk.

The next volleys were captured relatively effortlessly in the huge glass bowl, Gina taking particular delight in watching the normally reserved and contained Edmund now so blatantly unrepressed and sexually driven. Spurt after spurt of thick white cream splashed into the bowl, forming tiny rivers and eddies that coalesced into one giant viscous glob as it reached the bottom.

"I have never seen a guy cum so much!" Gina exclaimed as she delighted in watching every rope of semen splash into the bowl. "You are one horny boy, Edmund!"

Edmund was breathing so hard he could barely respond. "I...I can't help it!" he cried with labored breath. "I can't control it!"

It was apparent to Jenny by now that Gina didn't want him to control it. She laughed aloud as his huge prick fired off jet after jet of spunk into the bowl, fascinated by the amount of sperm he was producing.

After a full two minutes of ejaculating, and with the bowl now half full of Edmund's copious sperm, the sinister orgasm subsided. Edmund fell into his chair totally exhausted.

"I have to get rid of this," Gina said, as she quickly took the bowl from Jenny's hands. "I think the two of you better get out of here. Those two women are going to cause a lot of trouble for me. I know it."

"I'm so sorry, Gina," Edmund said, still trying to catch his breath. "I'll pay for any damages, I promise."

"Don't worry about it," she replied. "But you should leave now. Hurry, go!"

Gina quickly threw a tablecloth over the bowl containing Edmund's seed and left in the direction of the restroom. Jenny was so discomfited by the entire event that she barely had time to thank the obliging waitress for being so understanding. As it was, she and Edmund left the restaurant undisturbed. But the two women Edmund had violated both gave him menacing glances as he passed them and Jenny heard one of them say that they were going to report his behavior to Gina's father. Jenny knew that they would never be going back to their favourite restaurant after such a fiasco, but she was more concerned about what she and Edmund were going to do about his terrible condition.

************

In the weeks following the incident at Osteria del Circo, Edmund and Jenny made it a point not to go anywhere near West 55th street or the surrounding area for fear of any lingering repercussions that might have arisen in its wake. Gina's father was a very nice man, but he would have harbored little understanding for such ribald antics, especially when performed on his own turf. And Jenny knew that he, or any of his so-called "colleagues," of whom Gina had occasionally mentioned in ominous undertones, might seek retribution for what they probably considered a complete breach of social etiquette. 

Edmund had shown no signs of repeating his performance after the restaurant debacle, but he lived in constant fear that another attack might occur at work. As such, his mind was in a constant state of anxiety and he had to seriously curtail his evenings out with Jenny as well as foregoing many other social engagements. It soon became clear that both of them could not go on living life in such an abridged fashion and that something had to be done to correct the situation.

After a prolonged discussion as to the merits and possible drawbacks of her proposed course of action, Edmund finally acquiesced and agreed to let Jenny contact Dr. Swensen, the inventor of the drug EJAX-472, which Ariel had administered to him when he was captured a year ago and held hostage in her underground cellar. Now that Jenny was an official member of the Ladies Social Tea, vis-à-vis her aunt Alice, she had a definite edge in making her proposal, since her aunt was a very good friend of Dr. Swensen's and held great power and influence in England and abroad. Although she and Jenny had not spoken in over a year because of Ariel's influence, Jenny knew she would never do anything to hurt her or Edmund. This was made very clear to her by her own mother, her aunt's sister, who told her how heartbroken her aunt was when she left England to join Edmund in America. It was her ardent wish, she told Jenny, that her sister and daughter would find some common ground to work things out between them. But with Ariel in the way, Jenny found this an unrealistic proposition. Yet her instincts told her that her aunt would do nothing to stand in the way of her happiness despite her disapproval of Edmund and, acting on that assumption, Jenny convinced Edmund that they must throw caution to the wind and take their chances in contacting the Swedish doctor.

The day after Edmund and Jenny had made their decision to contact Dr. Swensen, Jenny in fact did place a call to her office in Stockholm only to be told that she was out of the country and would not return for at least another month. The secretary refused to supply Jenny with any contact information but she did take her name and said that she would inform the doctor of her situation. Jenny hung up the phone feeling extremely dubious of anything positive resulting from the secretary's polite assurances and realized that she would have to resort to another course of action. But how to contact the doctor without compromising her own situation would be extremely difficult. If only her aunt and Ariel hadn't become such close friends! Jenny had to keep Ariel away from Edmund and her at all costs, and contacting her aunt to get to Dr. Swensen could prove very problematical if her aunt should choose to confide in the blond Interpol spy. She had to contact the doctor directly somehow—but how?




The Finchley Flasher Ch. 02



Sometimes feelings are not much to go on. But sometimes feelings are all we have—especially when empirical facts and evidence are lacking. It's not illogical to base our actions upon our emotions—it is part of the human condition, the very essence of our humanity. Jenny had not always thought this way. There was a time when she believed that logic was the only true source of knowledge and wisdom. She still believed it now, but her perspective was tempered with experience and the realization that there is a wisdom that transcends logic—a wisdom born of love and compassion for oneself and others and that we are all, all of us, without exemption, walking along that same path to self-knowledge and learning...forever learning.

Knowing that Edmund's happiness, indeed the very future of their lives together, was at risk because of the terrible medical condition he was forced to suffer, made it imperative that something be done. And acting more on impulse than reason, the distressed girl called her aunt Alice in the hope that she might forget their past grievances and offer to help her and Edmund in their dilemma. But after working up the courage to place the call, Jenny learned from her aunt's butler that she had left the house several days earlier without a word to anyone—not even to her mother. Jenny then called her mother only to learn that she had not heard anything about Alice either. She then tried to reach her aunt on her cell phone but to no avail. She left several messages for Alice but in the days following she received no response. Edmund seemed to be doing fine but there was no telling when another outbreak might occur. He kept a stiff upper lip about it all but Jenny knew that deep inside he was one very troubled man.

It was a full week after Jenny had tried unsuccessfully to contact both her aunt and Dr. Swensen that she decided to take the day off from work to do some research into Edmund's problem. After he left for work, she jumped on the computer and instituted a voracious search for any information that might help put her in touch with others who were experiencing the same problems Edmund was facing. By mid-afternoon she hadn't made much progress and decided to relax and have some lunch, but she barely touched her food. She turned on the television and soon fell fast asleep.

At three o'clock she awoke to the sound of a persistent rapping at the door and rose from her fitful sleep to see who it was. As she looked through the peephole she was greeted with the sight of a very attractive middle-aged woman frowning and cursing in a loud voice, threatening to break the door down if it wasn't opened at once. Jenny realized immediately who it was, but she reacted hesitatingly, cautiously, fearful of what unpleasantness might lurk on the other side. 

"I don't believe this," the girl mumbled half in shock, as she peered furtively through the half-opened door. "What in God's name are you doing here, auntie? How the hell did you find me?"

"My dear!" the offended woman explained. "I can see that moving to New York has done absolutely nothing to improve your social etiquette! But to answer your question, I'm here to see you—and yes, Edmund too. And it was your mother who told me where you lived. Now, may I please come in?"

Jenny opened the door a few inches further and rested her disbelieving eyes on the elegantly dressed woman standing in the hallway. Her aunt was attired in a full-length gray mink coat, a matching mink hat resting atop her patrician head. In her black, gloved hands were a dozen roses.

"Jenny, my dear!" Alice laughed heartily. "You haven't completely lost your manners, have you?"

Not wishing to appear rude, but reticent to trust a woman who had found common cause with Ariel, Jenny slowly opened the door and let the woman in. 

As soon as Alice made it past the doorjamb she shoved the roses in her niece's hands and gave the stunned girl a big hug. 

"Jenny, my darling! Come give auntie a nice big kiss!"

Jenny allowed herself to be engulfed in her aunt's outstretched arms but stood motionless, devoid of any emotion. She let Alice shower her with kisses but remained frozen in place, trying to contemplate the significance of the unexpected visit.

"Why, Jenny!" Alice exclaimed, pulling herself away from the unresponsive girl. "What's wrong, dear? Why do you look at me that way?"

"I don't know you," Jenny replied coldly. "The last time I looked you were toasting your good fortune with the enemy."

Alice shook her head and frowned. "Those days are long over, my dear. I'm back to my old self again. I would never do anything to hurt you. You know that don't you?"

"I like to think so."

"But of course, my dear! I mean, look at me. Have I changed all that much?"

"On the outside, no. But I'm more concerned about what's going on in your head."

Alice laughed gaily. "Oh, Jenny! That you will soon come to know. I promise."

Jenny studied the older women's face. There was still that mischievous twinkle in the piercing blue eyes and the same stubborn sense of purpose in the perfectly formed lips that pursed together tightly whenever Alice had something to justify.

"Is it really you then? Have you really come to your senses?"

"Why of course it's me, dear! Who else do you think it would be?"

Without waiting for Alice to say anything further, Jenny accosted the woman head on, wrapping her trembling arms around her beloved aunt's neck, showering her with kisses.

"Oh, my!" the startled woman said aloud, as she basked in the comforting warmth of her niece's passionate affections.

"I...I can't believe it," Jenny said, blurting the words out impulsively as she felt Alice return her caresses. "

"I assure you it's me in the flesh my dear," Alice replied in her lilting voice. "And look who I've brought with me!"

At first, Jenny drew back in alarm, expecting the sinister face of Ariel to come peering through the door. But standing directly behind her fawning aunt was none other than the famous Dr. Swensen herself—her radiant beauty filling the room like a beacon.

"Hello, Jenny," the doctor said warmly. "It's good to see you again."

"It's good...good to see you too, doctor," Jenny mumbled, quite unable to fathom how these two women, one of whom she had tried so desperately to avoid, and one whom she desperately needed to see, were now standing before her in the flesh and at her disposal.

"I know. I know," Alice said, finally releasing Jenny from her grip. "You have a ton of questions. And I will answer them all but only if you invite us in for tea. It won't do standing out here in the corridor conducting private business."

All three women laughed at her jibe and Jenny invited her aunt and the doctor into the apartment. 

After the two women had removed their coats, Jenny invited them to sit down and make themselves comfortable. Only a few hours ago her persistent but futile search had driven her to utter despair. But now everything seemed so different. If it were true that her aunt had not truly been compromised, then there would be hope for Edmund.

"I can't believe this," Jenny said excitedly to both of them as they sat across from her. "I really can't. It's as if my prayers have been answered. Do you know that I've spent the past week trying to contact both of you? I never thought..."

"You never thought you'd see me," her aunt interrupted, "let alone the both of us, here talking with you now. Am I right?"

"Yes, auntie. I just don't know what to say..."

And with that Jenny broke down and cried unabashedly before the two kindly women.

"Oh, my dear, my dear," her aunt said, taking her niece's shaking hand in hers. "Don't start that or you'll get me to crying as well."

"I can't help it," Jenny replied, the tears cascading down her cheeks. "You have no idea how difficult it has been for Edmund and me with the constant threat of Ariel hanging over our heads—not to mention the problems he's having with the fertility drug."

"What problems?" Dr. Swensen asked with a concerned look. "Is he all right?"

"Yes, for the present. But he had an attack about a month ago—in a restaurant no less. It was awful. You have to do something Dr. Swensen. You have to help him." 

"Now there, Jenny. All this crying and fuss won't do," her aunt said hugging her tightly. "Come, let us put a kettle on to boil and discuss this rationally after we've all had something to eat."

In her aunt's eyes Jenny saw the warm and genuine look she had always known to exist within her before it had become corrupted under the influence of the mendacious creature known as Ariel Bishop. Jenny's intuition told her that that ponderous influence had abated somehow and that her aunt was once more free of the terrible hold the evil Bishop woman had once had upon her. 

Jenny led Alice into the kitchen where she helped Jenny prepare some tea and assorted pastries for their impromptu tête-à-tête. With Dr. Swensen out of earshot, Jenny felt free to question her aunt as to how and why the two women had come to visit her in New York.

"It's a long story, Jenny," Alice began. "Best left for later after we've had a chance to have something to eat. I'm quite famished."

Seeing that her aunt did not wish to be interrogated on an empty stomach, Jenny let the inquiry wait. She knew Alice would be forthcoming and did not want to appear rude or inhospitable, especially since, for Edmund's sake, she would have to assume the role of supplicant to her and the good doctor.

Once all three women had a chance to eat and enjoy some hot tea, Jenny felt it was time to find out what had brought these two women to her doorstep. "Okay, auntie," she began with a touch of impatience, "I'm waiting."

Alice put down her cup of tea on the table in front of her and leaned back into the sofa sighing heavily. She rested her clear, penetrating eyes upon Jenny and then upon Dr. Swensen, and then back upon her niece. 

"I assume that you are aware of this flashing business going on in greater London?"

"My mother has told me a little about it," Jenny replied.

"Very little I would think, knowing my sister."

"What's your point, auntie?"

"The man who assumed Edmund's mantle was simply not up to the task. Ariel routed him out sooner than you could say 'Harry Houdini'. The pretender to the throne was caught by Ariel and her associates only a few months into his flashing spree—good for Ariel and the townspeople but bad for the Flasher and his legacy, especially since it was subsequently discovered that the pretender did not act alone but in concert with several others of his perverse persuasion. I believe between Ariel and the police that they captured six or seven men. Is that what it was, Christiana?"

"It was more like nine the last I heard," Dr. Swensen replied, looking steadfastly at Jenny.

Alice frowned. "Nine. Can you believe that? It took nine men—fools, I should say—to inadequately perform the task so adeptly performed previously by one man: Edmund, the true Finchley Flasher."

"I haven't heard a thing about it," Jenny said. 

"And why would you?" Alice retorted. "The media in this damn country is simply a propaganda machine for the ignoramuses who believe such nonsense. Any news of any worth is simply filtered and homogenized for mass consumption. These yanks don't know what the devil is going on in their own backyards, let alone the world! In any case, the Finchley police found that there was a whole nest of these so-called 'flashers' who were part of a greater organization called the 'Flash & Splash' club. I trust I do not have to explain the euphemism."

Jenny shook her head numbly. "There's an organization by that same name operating here in New York. And no. You don't have to explain."

"I didn't think so," Alice resumed. "Speaking as one who has been on the receiving end of the Flasher's sexual pranks, I can say that it was a most unpleasant experience. But to think that we now have an American version of this perversity is just...oh dear!"

Alice reached forward and took her teacup in hand and sipped the beverage slowly. She cleared her throat and continued.

"A most unpleasant experience indeed! Can you image those stupid policemen thinking that they had another Edmund on their hands when it was, in fact, nine men acting together in concert with the singular purpose of accosting and sexually molesting unsuspecting female citizens! Do you think they were smart enough to figure it out? Certainly not! True to form, they believed that they were on a manhunt for one person—as if a masterful chameleon like Edmund Kent is born every day! It was Ariel who soon realized that there had to be more than one person involved. I won't go into any details of how she came upon this discovery but let's just say that it was yours truly who provided her with the information—information gleaned from the same tactical methods that you had provided to her in bringing about the downfall of your boyfriend."

Alice's words triggered a flood of unwelcome emotional associations that Jenny had never been able to fully suppress. And now they sprung up before her like some chimerical Hydra whose reanimating heads, once severed, would continue to morph into new and more grotesque forms, incapable of being defeated. The tremendous feeling of guilt she felt in aiding and abetting a woman who turned out to be her lover's arch nemesis could not be assuaged by simply admitting to herself that she had acted out of some vague moral concern for her afflicted townspeople. Although at the time the Flasher was an unknown quantity to her, she had nonetheless wanted to make him pay for his transgressions. She had wanted to make him suffer—and suffer he did. 

"Ironic, isn't it?" Dr. Swensen said, carefully studying Jenny's pensive expression. "The very logic you employed to bring Edmund down became the tool of your enemy. And armed with that knowledge Ariel has ruthlessly oppressed and tyrannized these sociopaths. Men, like Edmund, who are not intrinsically evil, but who are—or were, as in his case—psychologically impaired."

Jenny looked the doctor straight in the eyes, her voice faltering. "Are you telling me that Ariel had these men under her control?"

"Oh, it went far beyond that!" Alice said emphatically as she leaned forward in Jenny's direction. "She had the poor bastards done up just like Edmund—and far worse. The police were paid to look the other way believing that since she was so adept at getting rid of one flasher, she would do the same with those other men. The poor creatures paid dearly, I know. I was there and I saw what happened. I didn't stay around long but what I saw made me sick."

Jenny's face immediately turned dark. "Oh, no. Please don't tell me this. You didn't have a hand in..."

"No, my dear," Alice interrupted her. "I took no part in their punishment. I assure you."

"Your aunt objected to the whole thing from the beginning," Dr. Swensen said to Jenny. "That's when she broke off with Ariel. I am no longer friends with her either. It is my belief that that she is no longer completely sane."

"What happened to the men?"

"They were punished and then released into police custody," Alice replied. "Neither Christiana nor I know anything more than what we've read in the papers. And for the moment, at least, London is bereft of flashers." 

Jenny looked at both women and felt a great wave of anger rising within her. "I can't believe the two of you just walked out of there and left them at the mercy of Ariel and her bloodhounds! Why didn't you help those men? I'm ashamed of you, auntie! And you, Dr. Swensen! You of all people should understand that those guys were just perverts, not rapists or murderers. How could you just leave them in the hands of that fanatical bitch?"

"At the time your aunt and I were under Ariel's influence. And you know how strong that influence can be." Christiana gazed fixedly at the younger woman, as if to impress upon her something that she already knew. "All of us wanted to see those men pay for what they did but Ariel took things to an extreme. It was then that your aunt and I had to call it quits."

"But why did you allow it?" Jenny persisted. "You could have done something."

"Like you did when Edmund was punished?" Alice reminded her. "You enjoyed watching him being abused, as we all did. The only difference in this case is that Ariel went too far. As Christiana has said, the woman is not sane."

"All the more reason why you should have stopped her!" Jenny exclaimed. 

For a few moments the three women sat together in silence, as if in their quietude they might find some supernal redemption for the wicked deeds they had previously performed. It was clear that each woman had a guilt-stained conscience. The question was, what edification might result from this realization, if any, and what role would Alice and Dr. Swensen play in helping Edmund conquer his affliction?

"We have all done things we are not proud of," Dr. Swensen said at last. "I have used men as guinea pigs in an experiment that some doctors would call a modern day chamber of horrors. Yet I thought my actions were justified because my ultimate aim was to help people. I learned the hard way that the end does not always justify the means."

"I'm glad you learned your lesson doctor because the man I love has been paying the price of your folly ever since," Jenny said hotly.

Alice shrugged. "Now let us not get too upset over all this. We are all guilty of something or other I'm sure. And recriminations are pointless. The important thing now is that Jenny be brought up to speed as to what is really going on in the world."

"Is this going to be some earth-shattering revelation, auntie?" Jenny said with a hint of scorn in her voice. "Because I'm really not in the mood to hear anything more about Ariel. What I want to know is how to make Edmund well again."

Alice looked at Dr. Swensen and politely threw up her hands. "Tell her the truth, Christiana. Tell her everything."

Jenny looked at the doctor, whose face had suddenly acquired a slight pallor, and waited.

The good doctor took a sip of her tea and let the cup rest in the palm of her hand, seeking its comforting warmth. She looked at Alice before speaking, as if seeking permission to begin her tale. Jenny could see that this was going to be difficult for the beautiful woman, her placid expression belying the reticence obvious in her downcast eyes.

"Edmund was injected with a variant form of EJAX-472," Dr. Swensen began. "That particular batch was stolen from my lab and was never intended for use on human subjects. That's why he has been experiencing repeat episodes of intense ejaculations. I personally destroyed the adulterated supply of the drug but somehow Ariel got her hands on some of it when my lab was broken into and some of the drug found itself on the black market."

"I just want to know if you can help him, that's all," Jenny pleaded. "Can you prevent these repeat episodes from happening ever again?"

"Yes. But he will need to be treated in order to do so."

"What kind of treatment will he require?"

"He will have to be—excuse the colloquialism—'milked' repeatedly for hours in order to get his hormones in balance once again. It's not a very complex process and the treatment can be done here in one of the city's clinics. But I must be there to supervise the treatment."

"When you say 'milked,' what exactly do you mean?"

"We use the phrase often in my clinic. It's sort of an inside joke. But, in reality, Edmund will have to be masturbated for hours, possibly even days, on a consistent basis until the last of the replicate EJAX genes have been expunged from his system."

"Think of it as a super, duper handjob," Alice remarked snidely.

"It's not funny, auntie". 




The Finchley Flasher Ch. 02



"I'm sorry, my dear," Alice replied apologetically. "I couldn't resist."

"Once Edmund's system has been cleansed," Dr. Swensen continued, "he will no longer experience these attacks and his penis will no longer grow beyond its normal dimensions."

For the first time the young girl smiled. "Then let's do it! I know Edmund will be eager to get started as soon as possible. You have no idea how much trouble that drug has caused us."

"I'm sure I do, Jenny," Dr. Swensen replied. "I've had my share of experiments gone awry."

"Where is Edmund now?" Alice asked Jenny.

"At work. He should be home around six o'clock. We usually eat out but, given his condition, we have our dinners at home now. You'll both stay, won't you?"

"Yes, my dear, we'll stay. Edmund needs to be told what's going on and we must prove to him that we're his friends, not his enemies."

Jenny nodded in agreement.

"We should tell you one other thing, Jenny," Dr. Swensen said. "You know that your aunt is the leader of the Ladies Social Tea. But what you don't know is that the Social Tea itself is part of a larger worldwide organization called the 'Sisterhood'. I am a member of it as is your aunt and Ariel. This organization was founded to promote the interests of women throughout the world—to empower them, to enrich them, and to give them control over their individual destinies. A few years ago, our world chapter leader, Lenore Marceau, died and a great schism occurred within the Sisterhood ranks. There are those like Alice and I who believe in non-violent resistance to male domination; that women can achieve their goals not by abusing men but by working with them in harmony. But there are others, like Ariel, who seek to hurt men both mentally and physically in order to achieve their aims of female supremacy. It is these two opposing forces that are currently at war with each other within the Sisterhood and eventually one of these forces will become dominant. If Ariel and her colleagues rise to power they will not only become a great threat to the Sisterhood but, ultimately, to the world itself."

"I've never heard of such a group," Jenny said. "You never mentioned anything to me about it auntie. Why?"

"I guess I wanted to protect you, my dear."

"Protect me from what?"

"From the evil of people like Ariel. You see, Jenny...the world is really not what you think it is."

Jenny stared first at her aunt and then at Dr. Swensen, looking for a further explanation that was not forthcoming. She even thought for a moment that she might have suddenly become the butt of an inside joke. But when she saw no hint of amusement in their faces she grew annoyed. 

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean. I think I know the world fairly well."

"No, you don't," Alice replied tersely. "That's why I'm here. That's why Christiana is here. And soon you're going to meet someone who is going to open your eyes to a whole new reality. She is young—about your age—and very much like you. She is the supreme leader of our Order, and the woman whom we hope will restore the Sisterhood to its former glory."

"I'm not really interested in your little ladies club," Jenny said flatly. "My only interest is in helping Edmund to get well."

"I understand that," Alice replied. "And we will do everything in our power to help him. But you must realize, my dear, that there are forces at work, forces that even now are in motion and conspiring against you that will require your utmost vigilance. What I'm saying is that we are going to need your help too."

Something in the way her aunt expressed this feeling made it sound more like a command rather than a request. It was a large morsel for Jenny to swallow, all this talk about a clandestine organization of female supremacists. She half expected that the two women were going reveal that it was all simply a joke at her expense, but no such admission was forthcoming.

"You look a bit perplexed, Jenny," Dr. Swensen said, smiling. "I don't blame you. But rest assured that what your aunt and I are telling you is the truth. And since Edmund is involved, he will have to be told everything."

"I feel as if you're coming here has opened up a Pandora's box," Jenny said with a touch of discomfort in her voice. "I'm not quite sure I understand what you expect from me."

Alice's face grew dark as she leaned her body in toward her niece. "You are being watched," she said slowly, deliberately, so that her words would make an impact. "Both you and Edmund have been under surveillance for many months now."

"Under surveillance?" Jenny asked surprised. "I don't understand. Who's watching us?"

"I'll give you one guess."

Jenny didn't need time to think. "Ariel," she said sullenly.

"At first she left you alone out of deference to me. And then the flasher fiasco broke and that absorbed all of her time. Again, you were left alone. But once those men were caught and jailed her attentions turned to you and Edmund. You see, my dear, Ariel has never quite forgotten the humiliating defeat you and Edmund handed her when he made his valiant escape to America. She hated him to begin with because she was in love with him and he ignored her—in favor of you I might add. So, you see, she has a few grievances that have been festering in that maniacal mind of hers for some time now. And I believe she is going to seek revenge upon the both of you in the not too distant future."

"Are you certain about this? Did she come out and tell you that she wanted revenge against us?"

"No. But that's because you're my niece and she knows how much I love you. Ariel may be mentally unstable, but she's not stupid. She would never compromise her position by acting overtly. I only became aware of her plans through a loyal friend within the Sisterhood whose word could never be disputed."

"Really?" Jenny replied somewhat amused. "Since when did you take anyone's word as being beyond question? Who is this friend?"

Without blinking an eye Alice replied: "Your mother." 

Jenny's jaw dropped. "My mother?" she exclaimed. "My mother?" she said again, this time in a much louder voice.

"I told you that the world is not what you think it is," Alice said calmly.

Jenny didn't know what to say. She looked back and forth between the two women thinking she had misheard, but her aunt's serious expression remained steadfast.

"Your mother has been a member of the Sisterhood for over twenty years," Christiana said. "It was her directive that prompted Alice and I to come and see you—to warn you that you and Edmund are in great danger."

For the first time since her escape from Ariel's thugs back in England, Jenny felt that terrible sense of foreboding she had experienced when it seemed that her world, and everything within it, everything she loved, was going to come crashing down upon her head. And striding atop that ruined life like some malevolent, gloating beast would be the demon called Ariel, the heels of her thigh-high, black leather boots firmly implanted in the quivering remains of the young girl's hopes and dreams.

It wasn't enough that Edmund had a serious medical problem. It wasn't enough that their lives had been severely compromised because of it. I wasn't enough that her mother—her own beloved mother—had kept her in blissful ignorance about her secret life as a member of the Sisterhood. Now the vengeful Ariel and her network of devilish operatives were planning to perpetrate evil against her and her lover. And the thought of being under constant scrutiny by that awful woman and her abhorrent accomplices made Jenny's heartsick. As much as she tried to fight it, she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.

"I can't believe this is happening to us. Please tell me this is all a nightmare and I'm going to wake up."

"I'm afraid it's quite real, my dear," Alice replied, acutely aware of Jenny's distress. "Christiana and I want to help you. That's why we're here. Your mother couldn't come herself because she's trying to keep Ariel at bay. But I'm afraid she's fighting a losing battle."

"She's not in any danger, is she?" Jenny asked nervously.

"No, my dear. Your mother is one of the Sisterhood elite. If Ariel ever tried anything foolish, she'd bring down the wrath of the entire Order upon her head. As I told you, she can't afford to act overtly. And besides, she has no quarrel with your mother."

"My mother!" Jenny mused to herself. "Talk about keeping secrets! And daddy never knew?"

"He knew. And he kept her secret until the day he died. A most wonderful man he was."

"So what are we going to do?" Jenny asked, shaking her head in dismay. "What in heaven's name are we going to do?"

"There's only one thing to do, Jenny," Alice said in a reassuring tone. "It's time to call in the cavalry."

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The first thing Edmund Kent was aware of was the low, steady hum of the air conditioning system that pumped in warm air from the ventilation shafts high above him. He could feel the air move over the contours of his naked body as though some warm and gentle zephyr had come wafting in from some distant shore to assuage the febrile yet painful limbs that throbbed and twitched in response to his torment.

As he opened his eyes everything around him appeared indistinct, and he felt the same nauseating feeling that he had felt once before after he had been administered the terrible EJAX drug. It took him some minutes to focus his eyes properly, and what he saw he did not like.

His body was propped up against a large wooden partition that allowed for restraints to be placed on each extremity, forcing his wrists and upper arms to absorb the full weight of his dangling torso. The metal cuffs used to secure him were attached to the wall with short but heavy metal chains that were themselves joined to huge bolts sunk deep into the wall. There were other metal clamps installed on the partition at six-foot intervals, but all these were unoccupied. 

The room was partially illuminated by several florescent lamps that hung from the seemingly vast vault-like ceiling, and although he could not precisely judge the size of the room, it seemed to him that it must be very large—probably a storeroom of sorts, or some type of warehouse that had long ago been abandoned. As feeble as the light was, he could see that there were other partitions that occupied various areas within the room and thought these must be where goods of some kind had once been stored. The room had a dank but not unpleasant odor that made him think of wood and sawdust.

As his mind awoke from its stupor, he felt a terrible sense of déjà vu, and all the horrible memories of his time spent in Ariel's dungeon came back to him now in a most awful and resplendent fashion. He remembered hailing a cab at East 12th St. in front of the building where he worked and that the driver was a female—a young woman no older than twenty perhaps with a friendly smile and a viselike grip. And the little pinch he felt in the middle of his palm just as she was taking his money, and then...nothing; just the vague sensation that he was being carried over limitless vistas of unrecognizable terrain and then the inexorable blackness that overcame him, as definite and forbidding like the slamming down of a coffin lid upon his consciousness.

It was apparent that he was now in the clutches of his former adversary, Ariel Bishop, and this made him very angry indeed. With all his strength he tugged viciously at his restraints, swearing profusely and promising vengeance upon his captors. And as he pulled on his chains his voice rang out through the empty space before him and echoed off the distant blank walls that were windowless and mute.

Then he heard another voice coming from somewhere nearby. It was a man's voice and it seemed to struggle to rise above a whisper.

"It's no use," the tired voice said. "No one can hear you."

It seemed as if the origin of the sound had come from his left and Edmund stopped his struggling to listen further.

"They'll be along soon enough," the voice continued. "No point in struggling."

"Who are you?" Edmund asked, straining his eyes to see the source of the admonition. "I can't see you."

"I'm here," the voice replied. "Approximately seven yards to your left. Can you see the partition? I'm hanging from it, just like you."

"It's too dark and my eyesight is not that good," Edmund replied, giving his chains another hard pull. "Where the devil are we?"

"I'm not sure but I know we're not in the city anymore. I heard one of the women say that to another woman before I passed out. I think we've been taken to a location somewhere up north—Westchester County possibly—and that this is some kind of abandoned warehouse."

"Do you know how long you've been here?"

"Several hours probably—not really sure. They took everything—my watch, my clothes, my ring...everything."

Edmund swore under his breath. "I believe I know who our captors are."

"You do?" the voice replied shakily. "Who?"

"Some people I've had a run in with before back in England."

"Really? And who might you be?"

"My name is Edmund Kent. You might have heard of me..."

Before Edmund had a chance to finish, the voice interrupted him.

"The Finchley Flasher!" it exclaimed in sacrosanct tones. "Is it really you?"

"Yes, it's really me. And your name?"

"Why, I'm so proud to meet you, Mr. Kent!" the voice said cheerily. "You have no idea how much I admire you! My name is Bill Donovan. I belong to the 'Flash and Splash' club that has carried on your work here in the US. I'm so very glad to meet you!"

Edmund had to laugh. And laugh he did—very loudly. "The 'Flash and Splash' club indeed! Is this some kind of joke?"

"No, sir, I assure you it isn't," Mr. Donovan replied earnestly. "We've been around now for almost a year—ever since you kind of...you know, vanished from the scene."

Edmund shook his head and chuckled. "Well, I'm glad to meet you too, Mr. Donovan. Although I must say I wish the circumstances were a bit different!"

"So do I Mr. Kent. But what an honor it is to meet the man who started it all! The Finchley Flasher himself!"

For a moment the last words of Mr. Donovan's reverberated throughout the ill-lit and cavernous room.

"I wouldn't be so cheery about it if I were you," said another voice from the darkness behind them. "Mr. Kent is the reason why we're here."

"Who is that?" Edmund asked. "Who are you?"

"One of your protégés, Mr. Kent. I belong to the same club as Mr. Donovan does. Ain't that right, Billy?"

"Is that you George?" Billy asked, his voice perking up a bit. "So they got you too?"

"They got a lot of us!" George replied with a heavy voice. "Pretty near the whole damn club!"

"How do you know this?" Edmund asked.

"Because I woke up on the way here. They had us all drugged in one way or another but mine didn't take very well. Very intricate and well thought out plan these women had. And I know for a fact that at least ten or twelve men were caught. They're hanging up somewhere or other in this warehouse. Probably all starting to come around now, one by one."

Edmund could only imagine what fate awaited him and these other poor fellows once Ariel got her hands on them. It also made him realize just how truly powerful the woman was. But beyond his own concern for himself, he felt a very strong sense of remorse for having been the instrument by which the evil woman had now trapped these perverse, yet harmless, men.

"I must apologize to you, gentlemen," Edmund began. "I knew she was coming to get me someday. But I had no idea that she would drag you into it as well. For that I am sorry."

"Don't worry about it, Flasher," George said in a friendly tone. "It's really not your fault. And we haven't exactly been behaving like angels you know."

"But there's no reason to punish you for things I did. No reason at all."

"Maybe she just has it in for all men, Mr. Kent," Billy said. "And maybe she's just plain sick in the head."

"Of that you can be sure," said Edmund gloomily.

"Hey, let's get off the last name thing, huh?" George whined. "This is hardly a situation where we need to be formal with each other."

"Quite right, George," Billy agreed. "Quite right. From now on we're on a first name basis only. Agreed, Mr. Kent? Er, I mean, Edmund?"

"That's fine with me, gentlemen," Edmund replied, finding the whole business rather amusing despite his discomfort. "You can call me the Flasher if you like. I don't mind."

"The Flasher it is!" Billy said. "And an honor it is to have you here with you us—even if we are chained up like a bunch of criminals."

"You'll forgive me if I don't share my friend's enthusiasm, Flasher," George said sullenly. "An honor it may be but I'll be damned if I'm not going to lay the blame for our being strung up like this on you."

"Oh, shut up, George!" Billy shouted. "We ain't guiltless, you know?"

"Yeah, but he's the one they really want."

"That may be so. But it ain't going to do no good bitchin' about all that now. We've got to figure out how we're all going to get the hell out of this place."

Billy's upraised voice must have served to waken other members of his organization because suddenly grunts and groans were escaping from a multitude of throats scattered throughout the room.

It was a strange sensation, Edmund thought, to hear these disembodied voices suddenly spring to life in the aftermath of his discussion with these two men. Soon, the groans were replaced with coherent speech as the newly awakened men sought answers for their dilemma in the semi-darkness that surrounded them. George tried to explain things to them as best he could but it soon became apparent that not all the men were keen on finding themselves chained naked to a wall, and they reacted with great anger and ferocity toward their unpleasant circumstances.

As the cacophony progressively increased in volume, the lights above were suddenly turned on to their fullest intensity, blinding Edmund momentarily and causing great consternation amongst the hapless victims. The sound of a large metal door creaking on its hinges filled the room, which was quickly followed by the multitudinous clicking of many high heels upon the wooden floor.

Edmund blinked several times trying to accustom his eyes to the brilliant intrusion of profuse light that now illuminated the vast space before him and he saw that he was indeed in a warehouse—specifically, a storehouse for lumber. And as his eyes scanned the area in front of him, he noticed that there were small windows set high in the cement walls above him, and that the ceiling was at least thirty feet high. Then he turned his head to his left and saw Billy hanging fully naked, just as he was, from a detachable wooden partition that was outfitted with a set of wheels on the bottom to provide locomotion. Billy had to be roughly the same age as he was, thin, not especially handsome, and no taller than five and a half feet. Several yards behind Billy hung George, in the same exact fashion. He was older than Edmund—perhaps in his mid thirties—a tall, blond, and blue-eyed Irishman with a powerfully built body. And as far as Edmund could see, the other captives were displayed on their own separate planks of wood, bitterly complaining and struggling to free themselves of their bonds.

As the sound of the women's clicking heels became louder, the men's voices grew quiet in expectation of what was now coming around the corner. Edmund noticed that their gait was quite abrupt and accompanied by mocking laughter and threatening injunctions. Judging by the amount of noise they were making, he estimated that there had to be more than a hundred—or perhaps even two hundred or more—women. A great pang of anxiety washed over his body as he prepared himself for the inevitable.




The Finchley Flasher Ch. 03



(Author's Note: I would like to thank my friend Allan for providing the inspiration for this story.) 

*

The events leading up to the attempted rescue of Edmund Kent and his fellow flashers seemed to occur as if within one single frame of time that rushed by in a dreamy kaleidoscopic montage of faces and landscapes, none of which seemed part of normal time and space. At least that was how Jenny saw it.

The flight to Albany International Airport had taken approximately 16 minutes according to her calculations. It had been an unusually warm day for the first day of March, the temperature hovering around 56 degrees by late morning and the sun shining brightly in a cloudless sky.

She had hardly said a word to either her aunt or Christiana during the entire flight and Jenny was glad that they weren't very talkative either since all she really wanted was to have some time to collect her thoughts. She felt the intense pang of anxiety that comes with the realization of not knowing the fate of a loved one and could only imagine what awaited her once she finally came face to face with the redoubtable Sisterhood leader her aunt had so ardently praised.

On the way to LaGuardia Airport Alice had tried to provide her niece with a condensed history of the Sisterhood; the woman who had founded the Order, the long and often tortuous experiences of some of its more famous members, and other pertinent historical information. It seemed like such an amazing story—one that bespoke more of myth than actual fact. She had found herself thinking more and more about Holly McKenzie, and if this woman was really as magnificent a person as both Alice and Christiana claimed. Could she help rescue Edmund from the clutches of Ariel and her menagerie of fanatical devotees? Or would the attempt to rescue him fail and end in his being harmed or even killed?

The trio had been greeted at the airport by one of Holly's associates, a young and pretty brunette whose name was Alicia. She was tall, athletic, and moved with an almost feline grace as she shook each woman's hand. She wore a pair of faded jeans, hiking boots, and an aviator's jacket that looked as if it had survived many sojourns in unexplored territories. Nothing about her hinted at timidity.

After taking the women's luggage and placing it in the trunk, she had instructed them to get into the limo for the journey to Fort Plain, which was approximately 45 minutes north of their current location.

After Alicia had deftly navigated her way out of the tangled airport complex, she explained why Holly had not been there to greet them.

"She's busy as hell trying to make sure everything goes as planned," she had told them. "She doesn't want to leave anything to chance."

"I don't blame her," Alice replied. "I would have done the same thing."

"She knew you would understand. But she still felt bad about not coming to meet in person. You know Holly."

Alice smiled. "Well, she needn't feel that way. She has a lot on her mind right now. What's our status?"

"We have the whole place under surveillance, but we won't make any moves until this evening."

The girl had refused to give the women any further information, explaining that Holly would fill them in herself. Jenny had found Alicia's reluctance to shed more light on the situation particularly frustrating, and kept plying the girl for answers until Alice insisted she forego the interrogation. Jenny remained impertinent.

"I have a right to know what's going on," she complained to Alice while directing her gaze at the driver. "I don't understand why we have to wait for Holly."

"Two reasons," Alicia stated flatly. "One—she ordered me to say nothing more than what I've already told you. And two—we need to keep silence for security reasons."

"What security reasons?" Jenny asked with barely concealed annoyance.

"Holly believes there might be an operative of Ariel's in our midst, so the less said; the better. Got it?"

Jenny started to feel annoyed at Holly even before she met her.

They had arrived in Fort Plain a little after twelve noon and drove past the center of town for a few miles until they crossed a set of railroad tracks overgrown with vegetation. Alicia had told them that freight trains used to carry lumber from the forests on the outskirts of town to the abandoned warehouse where Edmund and his associates were now being held prisoner. Once they passed the tracks they had taken a left turn onto a narrow dirt road that led to the encampment. There were still small islands of snow here and there but otherwise it felt like a perfectly fine spring day.

The muddy, winding road continued for a few miles until it opened onto a circular clearing within which a dozen or more cars and jeeps had been parked along the periphery. In the center stood a massive tent in which several women were speaking to each other in raised voices—one of them was Holly's.

Jenny would remember her first meeting with the intrepid Sisterhood leader not so much for the woman's fine leadership abilities, but for her striking—almost eerie—resemblance to a young Elizabeth Taylor. The only difference was that Holly was a blonde. Jenny also recalled how famously they got on together once Holly took her into her confidence—the similarities in outlook and experience serving to unite them in common purpose.

Holly had made it a point to introduce Jenny to the members of her immediate staff. There were the stoic-looking Justine and her genial counterpart Estelle, both of whom had served Lenore Marceau—the former Sisterhood leader—with unswerving devotion for many years and were now serving Holly in the same fashion. There was the rather effervescent creature by the name of Janet Walsh, a high-ranking member of the Order who found delight in almost anything but was as tough as nails if she had to be. And then there was the spirited Italian bombshell Felicia Antonetti, a woman who was as clever as she was beautiful. These powerful women, along with Alice and Christiana, formed the nucleus of the legitimate and presiding Sisterhood Order.

In the hours leading up to the planned assault on the warehouse, Jenny had learned that there were only a few dozen women comprising Holly's team. She wondered how such a small force was going to be effective against—from what Holly had told her—a few hundred of Ariel's supporters. But Holly had assured her that she had an edge. Exactly what kind of edge she would not divulge, but the Sisterhood leader seemed confident that her plan would work. And it would work because—as Jenny later learned—it was ingenious.

The buses loaded with women began to arrive at the warehouse just after 7:00 p.m. Secluded safely behind a thick ring of towering evergreens, Jenny, Alice, and Christiana had watched as Ariel's drunken friends made their way into the warehouse, laughing and cursing as they did so. Ariel's sentries were kept busy trying to keep order amongst the drunken rabble and often had to lift one or another particularly inebriated specimen off her feet after collapsing onto the ground in a drunken stupor. Holly had positioned her people so that they encompassed the entire building, armed as they were with automatic rifles that came equipped with fiber optic sights. Holly had told Jenny that she hoped she could avoid violence at all costs, but that Ariel was not to be trusted. Jenny needed no convincing on that account.

And now, after what seemed an interminable amount of time waiting, Holly gave the signal that the rescue was about to commence.

"Why are we waiting so long?" Jenny asked Holly, unable to remain patient any longer. "Edmund could be hurt."

"I have no choice but to wait. I'll explain later."

Holly spoke into her cell phone and issued a series of commands to one of her associates and then turned her attention to Jenny, Alice, and Christiana.

"I want you three to remain here with Justine and Estelle," the Sisterhood leader said to them. "If all goes well there shouldn't be any violence. But you never know."

The three women all nodded at once and then Holly spoke into her phone.

"Did it go in?" she asked.

A reply came back in a few seconds and Jenny could hear a tiny voice confirm Holly's question.

"It will take a little time to take effect. Stand ready."

"What's going on, Holly?" Christiana asked.

"We've just started pumping sleep-inducing gas into the air-conditioning ducts. Hopefully that will put them all to sleep within a little while."

"Crafty," Alice said. "Exactly how long will it take to work?"

"I'm guessing about ten to fifteen minutes. It's a big place."

"And what about those who manage to escape?"

"Whoever makes it outside...we'll be ready for them."

"What if they're one of Ariel's guards? I can't imagine Sisters shooting at one another."

"I don't think it will come to that."

"But how do you know?" Alice asked. "Those women are fanatical in their devotion to her. They may very well start shooting at us!"

Holly smiled but didn't answer.

"You have something up your sleeve, don't you?" Christiana said to Holly.

Whatever Holly had planned she was not going to say a word until the time was right.

************

"Well? Aren't you going to say anything?" Ariel said to the dumbfounded Edmund.

Marge moved up alongside her boss and gave Edmund the once over. "He doesn't look too pleased, does he?"

The Finchley Flasher stood clutching the pair of black silk panties that Ariel had so rudely thrown in his face only moments before. He was finding this entire affair to be less and less to his liking as time wore on and wondered what new punishment the sadistic creature standing before him had planned.

"All I want from you is to let me and these other men go," Edmund said, flinging the panties back at Ariel.

"You're turning me down? Again?" she replied with smoldering hostility.

"Yes, I am."

She laughed menacingly. "But you fucked Marie with no problem, didn't you? Why won't you fuck me, Edmund?"

"Because I don't like you, Ariel. It's as simple as that."

Greta felt it was her turn to say something and walked up to Edmund and slapped him hard across the face.

"You are not worthy to kiss her feet, you ungrateful bastard!"

Edmund stood his ground, staring down the blonde lackey as if she were the lowest form of life. This made the woman even more incensed.

"You dare to look at me that way?" Greta bellowed as she raised her right hand into a fist.

"That's enough!" Ariel barked.

Greta quickly lowered her hand and backed away, her face convulsed with rage.

"That's a good little girl," Edmund said to the infuriated woman in a mocking voice. "You must obey your mistress."

The crowd of women surrounding the protagonists was silent, watching every move of their leader with great anticipation, expecting her to retaliate. But Ariel remained seemingly unmoved by the Flasher's steadfast antipathy to any sort of physical union between them. A part of her wanted to fuck the godlike man standing in front of her; another part wanted him to suffer.

"I'll ask you once more, Edmund. I offer myself to you willingly. To do with me as you please right in front of all these women. What do you say?"

"I say no."

"And that is your final answer?"

"It is."

Ariel contemplated her prisoner for a few moments deciding what to do. And then, with one fluid motion, she drew her revolver from its holster and pointed the gun at Edmund's head. "What if I told you that you either fuck me or I will kill you?"

Edmund swallowed hard but did not move. "The thought of having sex with you fills me with disgust. Shoot me and get it over with you insane bitch!"

"Kill him!" Marge screamed. "Kill the fucker right now!"

Ariel hardly needed any encouragement. She lowered the gun, aimed it at Edmund's chest, and fired.

Edmund gasped aloud and barely had time to turn aside to avoid getting hit, but there was no impact, no blood—nothing. He had heard a loud bang but that was all. The revolver must have misfired.

Ariel fired again and then again, yet Edmund remained unharmed.

The enraged woman then grabbed a rifle from one of her guards standing close by and discharged several rounds into Edmund's torso, all to no avail. He remained standing, his body untouched.

Her entire body seething with rage and frustration, Ariel pointed a finger at two other armed guards and told them to shoot. "Kill him! Kill him!" she screeched at the top of her lungs.

The two women obeyed immediately, firing more than a dozen rounds at Edmund. These bullets too, had no effect. Edmund looked around at the faces of the other men. Quickly surmising what had happened, each man grabbed the innocuous weapons from the guards and forced the women to the ground. The crowd suddenly drew back in fear, knowing that their one source of protection had now been neutralized.

"We've been betrayed!" Doris wailed, as she clutched her breasts in a burst of dramatic frenzy.

"Of course we've been betrayed you idiot!" Marge exclaimed. "Who is responsible for this outrage? Who?"

There was dead silence from the crowd. The women looked at each other in consternation and bewilderment, now aware that there was a traitor in their midst.

And then, from behind the astonished spectators, slowly but purposefully making her way toward Edmund, was Marie. In her hands was a pistol, and she waved it back and forth warning people to get out of her way. The women quickly scattered toward the outer walls, cringing in fear.

Marie felt the penetrating gaze of Ariel fall upon her, and as she looked up into the eyes of the madwoman she saw the hurt and utter disillusionment that accompanies a betrayal of the highest order. But Marie's mind was not that of a herd animal and it never was. Her true loyalty had always been to the one and only leader of the Sisterhood: Holly McKenzie.

"Take it," Marie said, handing the weapon to Edmund. "This one has live ammunition, so be careful."

Edmund took the pistol from her and stared at it. The chamber was full. "I don't understand."

"He doesn't understand!" Marge spat. "Isn't that just like a man? You blockhead! She's a god damn traitor, that's what she is!"

"You're not one of them?" Edmund asked Marie with a puzzled look.

"I never was," Marie replied, looking steadfastly at Ariel.

Ariel regarded her former lieutenant with a mixture of dismay and contempt. "I must admit you played your part well, Marie; an act worthy of an Academy Award."

"I did what I had to do. No more."

"My most trusted servant," Ariel said, her voice faltering at the thought of being so ruthlessly betrayed. "You were Holly's girl all along."

"She is the true leader of our Order. You have defiled it with your hatred and malice. You and these others."

"You contemptible, traitorous bitch!" Greta screamed at Marie. "I'll make you pay for your crimes!"

She made a move toward Marie but George insinuated his huge bulk between the two women.

"You're not going to do anything to anybody!" George exclaimed, as the other men quickly gathered around him. "In fact, I think it's you and your accomplices who are going to pay!"

Greta looked at Ariel seeking direction, but Ariel's mind was someplace else. Somewhere in that tortured and malignant mind she was already imagining how she could turn this most recent slight to her advantage. Her eyes remained fixed on Marie. How to make her pay?

"Ariel!" Greta shouted. "What are we going to do?"

No response.

She turned to Doris and then Marge. "Well for Christ's sake! There're two hundred of us against twelve of them. What the fuck are we waiting for?"

Without warning, Marge suddenly rushed at Edmund, her talon-like claws seeking his throat. Marie tried to shove Marge out of the way but Edmund's hand had already contracted into a fist and he landed a powerful blow to the woman's jaw, sending her hurtling past Ariel into the startled crowd. She fell like a sack of bricks onto the floor, unmoving.

"God that felt good!" Edmund exclaimed.

The other Flashers let out a cry of exultation.

"Fine work, Flasher!" Billy shouted. "She had it coming!"

One of the women in the crowd threw a glass of water in Marge's face and within moments she came around, her right hand clutching her jaw. She seemed to be in great pain.

"What are we going to do, Ariel?" Doris lamented, as she bent down to help Marge to her feet.

Realizing that her friends were too drunk to be an effective force against twelve large and formidable males, and knowing that it was useless to make threats to Edmund, who was now armed and angry, Ariel eyed the pistol thinking she might succeed where Marge had failed.

Edmund noticed her looking intently at the weapon and smiled.

"I wouldn't try anything stupid," he warned her.

"You can always kill me, Edmund," she said coldly, without emotion. "That's what you'd like to do to me, isn't it?"

"I don't want to hurt you. But if you provoke me..."

"Don't hurt her," Marie pleaded. "She's not to blame for the way she is."

"I know that," he replied, fixing his gaze on his adversary. "But she's not going to walk out of here scot free."

"What do you mean?" Ariel asked him, for the first time looking alarmed.

"George! Billy!" Edmund shouted. "Are you and the other guys up for a little bukkake?"

"You mean shoot our spunk into our mistresses' faces?" Billy asked, thrilled at the prospect.

"That's exactly what I mean."

"Let's fucking do it!" George exclaimed.

Within moments Billy, George, and a few other men had herded Ariel, Marge, Greta, and Doris into a circle and forced them to kneel down on the floor. The other men remained on the defensive, making sure that none of the women took advantage of their compromised position. It took less than a minute for the men to achieve erection, thanks to the EJAX flowing in their veins, and it took even less time for them to masturbate themselves to orgasm.

"Look at me," Billy said to Ariel who kept up a proud appearance despite her humiliating situation. "I want to watch your expression as my jizz hits you in the face!"

Jerking his modest tool with all the force he could muster, the little man let out a howl as the first in a series of long, stringy ropes of sperm splashed into Ariel's beautiful face. To serve as an example to all the other women, she bravely kept her face turned toward the source of the stream, her stoic defiance making her seem more like a martyr than a victim.

"Take that, you whore!" Billy roared. "A nice big facial courtesy of Billy Donovan!"

Billy's copious offering soon had Ariel's entire body saturated in sperm. And then the other men began to ejaculate, firing their abundant ropes of rich cream at the hapless women who tried unsuccessfully to avoid the multitudinous jets as they splashed into their cringing bodies. Within seconds their clothing and the floor beneath them became slick with cum. The men laughed with joy.

"Payback is a bitch, isn't it, Ariel?" George bellowed as a particularly thick wad of his spunk landed in her hair.

Edmund kept the pistol focused on the women. He was not about to let them run away from their punishment simply because they were women. They had made him and his fellow Flashers suffer and now he wanted to return the favor.

"Stop! Stop!" Marge exclaimed as she fought to ward off another creamy load of sperm as it flew past her flailing arms and into the face of Doris who knelt directly behind her.

Edmund laughed heartily at the sight and then turned to Marie. "Thank you," he told her. "You saved us."

"I saved the Sisterhood," was her terse reply.

For a full two minutes the sperm continued to fly until each woman had taken on the appearance of a glazed donut. The men cheered themselves when it was over, relishing the sight of Marge, Greta, Doris, and especially Ariel, struggle to stand up, their entire bodes awash in sticky white sperm, slipping and sliding on the slime-covered floor beneath them.




The Finchley Flasher Ch. 03



"This isn't over, Edmund," Ariel said, spitting out a huge glob of cum from her mouth. "It isn't over yet."

Edmund had to laugh at the sight of the pathetic creature, covered from head to toe in little Billy's salty spunk. The woman who had unsuccessfully tried to kill him was still making threats, even in defeat.

"And you, Marie" she continued. "You're going to pay dearly for your treachery. I promise you that!"

"I wouldn't go making any promises you can't keep," Marie replied with scorn. "You and your band of traitors are finished. It's over Ariel."

Edmund told the other men to keep the crowd of women in one area of the room and gave the loaded pistol to George.

"I don't want to hurt anyone," Edmund told the big Irishman. "But if they get out of hand, fire a few shots into the air. That should keep them in line until we figure out what to do with them."

"You needn't worry about that, Edmund," Marie said. "Holly and the other Sisters are waiting outside to take them all into custody. And Jenny is with them."

"Jenny is here?" he cried.

"Alive and well and with her aunt too!"

The former Flasher of Finchley wanted to jump for joy at that moment, but he suddenly felt overwhelmingly tired. It was as if the air in his immediate vicinity had become rarefied, making it difficult to breathe. He had the odd sensation that the room was starting to contract; his focus narrowing to the point where all the people and objects within his field of vision seemed to move rapidly away from him at lightening speed.

All around him people were dropping like flies or were fighting in vain to keep their equilibrium. Billy, George, Harry, Tiger—all of them looked as if they were going to pass out any second, and suddenly they did. He felt Marie's hands grasp at his arm, trying to keep him from falling. He heard a faint scream and looked up to see Fay and Kay collapse unceremoniously onto the floor at the same moment in one big heap. Others headed toward the exits, but they took a few steps only to find themselves teetering to and fro moments before ending up on the floor.

Directly in front of him a teary-eyed Ariel was struggling to breathe as she crawled on hands and knees toward the closest exit. She only got halfway there before passing out. Marge, Doris, Greta, the guards...everyone was succumbing to the mysterious malady. Only Marie seemed impervious to the phenomenon. He reached out to her in desperation, feeling his breathing become shallow. And then he felt his legs give way underneath him. For a moment he sensed his body was in freefall. The pistol hit the ground seconds before he did, and then he lost consciousness.

************

It would be a long and arduous task sorting out the vagaries of Ariel's schismatic mind, but it was a task that Holly could not avoid. She clearly did not relish having to deal with it, especially since all she really wanted to do was to lock the woman, along with her accomplices, in a mental institution for the rest of their lives. But Sisterhood protocol demanded that Ariel receive a fair trial by her peers, and there was literally nothing she could do to change that fact.

For the meantime, the traitorous madwoman would be kept in confinement at Sisterhood headquarters in Paris along with all of her top conspirators. They would remain in custody until they could be tried, and that could take weeks. Her followers had been given a chance to either accept Holly as their leader or to be excommunicated from the Order. Almost all chose to swear allegiance to Holly rather than be ostracized. Those few that had remained steadfast to Ariel were forever barred from the Sisterhood with no chance of redemption.

Holly's plan to rescue Edmund and the other men had worked fabulously—far better than even she had anticipated. Considering Ariel's vast experience in the art of espionage and the vast resources she had in personnel and materiel, her accomplishment was even more impressive. Marie had been the key.

Unbeknownst to Ariel, whose arrogance and hubris would not allow her to entertain the fact that any individual or entity could ever prove superior to the resources she had at her command, great technological advances had been made in the physical sciences by several of the Sisters working in those fields. One advance had been made in the development of a neural neutralizing gas that, unlike other modern sleep-inducing compounds such as Fluothane and Neothyl, was not toxic, even in large amounts, and recovery time was usually less than a few hours, leaving no permanent physical damage. This sleep-inducing agent had been used to incapacitate Ariel and everyone else in the warehouse and had proven to be a great success.

Another technological advance had come in the way of a tiny, subdermal, radio-frequency device that could be implanted in the arm or hand (or, as in Marie's case, in the base of the neck), which had a touch sensitive capacity allowing instant two-way communication. This device was used by Marie to communicate with Holly during the entire week Edmund had been kept prisoner. It had worked like a charm, fooling even the ultra-vigilant Ariel and leaving her completely ignorant as to what was transpiring in her midst. The other idea, albeit a mundane but precautionary one, was supplied by Marie, who thought it wise to substitute blank rounds in the guard's weapons. It had been a prescient move: Edmund had his life to thank for it.

By virtue of her exemplary actions, Holly elevated Marie's status within the Sisterhood to that of First Order of Sisters, placing her within the ranks of the uppermost echelons of Sisterhood society. It was a richly deserved honor heartily approved by all—especially by Jenny, who could not thank Marie enough for helping to save Edmund's life. Even after Edmund had told Jenny about his sexual tryst with Marie, how he was coerced to have sex with her in order to save his life and those of the other men, she did not chastise him. She knew that he had also been under the influence of the EJAX drug and that there was probably very little he could do to stop himself. She also knew that Marie had to play her part or risk everything if she had been discovered of being a spy. All she cared about was that he was alive and unharmed.

After Ariel and her accomplices had been safely flown out of the country to Paris under the supervision of both Justine and Estelle, and an entourage of Holly's most highest-ranking officials, the most pressing concern was what to do about Edmund and the eleven other men who were suffering the pervasive and devastating effects of the EJAX drug. There was no doubt that treatment would have to begin immediately if the men were ever to enjoy a normal, healthy sexual life.

Glad to be rid of Ariel for the time being, and curious about the fate of these men, Holly had decided to remain in Manhattan with Felicia and Janet. She had heard about Christiana's plans to implement a certain type of treatment to help rid the men of the pernicious effects of the EJAX drug and was curious to know how the doctor was going to achieve this goal. She also wanted to learn more about Jenny, who had now become very attached to her. As she had no pressing business waiting for her back in LA, she felt it would be in her best interests to foster the newfound friendship with the young, beautiful, and highly intelligent English girl. When Jenny learned that Holly was planning to remain in New York, she was thrilled.

"I am so happy that you decided to stay," she said to Holly over dinner one night as the two women sat in opulent surroundings belonging to one of Manhattan's most prestigious restaurants.

"I wanted to get to know you a little better," Holly replied. "That's why I asked the others not to come to dinner tonight. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all. I was looking forward to spending some time alone with you as well."

Holly smiled. "I hear you and Edmund have been inseparable the past few days. I can't say that I blame you. He's a terribly handsome man. But I was afraid I wouldn't be able to pry you two loose."

This time it was Jenny's turn to smile. "I know. We're like two lovebirds, aren't we?"

"I can't say that I blame you, Holly. If I had a man like that..."

"Well, it was all the anxiety too, you know? The stress of not knowing whether he was alive or dead."

"Of course. I totally understand."

The two women momentarily paused in their conversation to take a bite of their food.

Soft piano music played in the background, providing a melodious counterpoint to the low, constant drone of people's voices that echoed off the marble walls and hardwood floors of the restaurant's luxurious surroundings. Jenny was not used to such opulence or the exotic and highly priced food that appeared on the menu, half of whose names she couldn't even pronounce. In the end she opted for the most innocuous meal she could find: flounder almondine.

"You know, Holly, you really didn't have to spend all this money just to take me out to eat."

"The Sisterhood is picking up the tab on this one," Holly replied genially. "I'm not that rich."

"So you don't make of habit of indulging in this kind of cuisine?"

"Not at these prices!" she laughed. "As I said, I'm not rich. I only suggested this place because I wanted our first meeting to be something special."

Jenny was glad to find that she and Holly had yet another thing in common: they were both practical and frugal in their tastes, yet not to the degree that they would deny themselves the finer pleasures that life had to offer, even if only partaken of on an infrequent basis.

"I can't thank you enough for all you've done for Edmund and me."

Holly was just about to take a bite of her food but instead put the fork down gently onto her plate, a thin slice of veal attached to the tip of its tongs. "Listen, Jenny. I don't want you to think ill of me. But I must tell you that, saving Edmund from Ariel—as important as it was—was not the primary reason I came here. I came here to save the world from Ariel. I hope you understand that."

"I do understand, Holly. I know she had to be stopped."

"At all costs," Holly stated flatly. "I didn't want to see Edmund hurt, anymore than I wanted to see any of those other men hurt. But my main concern was always Ariel. If she had somehow managed to gain control of the Sisterhood then she would have also gained access to all of the vital technological and scientific information kept under lock and key at our world headquarters in Paris. If she had succeeded, if she had shared and distributed this information to her network of operatives, it would have been the death knell for all of us—and for the world."

Jenny sat in silence for a few moments absorbing the content of these words.

In the short time she had known Holly, she had come to learn that the stunning blonde minced no words when it came to expressing herself. She admired Holly's seemingly innate desire to always abide by the truth, no matter how difficult it might be for her to express or for others to accept. This compulsion toward complete honesty was something she had come to admire about her.

"My aunt tells me that you have a little girl," Jenny said, raising her glass to her lips.

"Yes. Her name is Angelique, after my deceased cousin."

"That's a beautiful name. How old is she?"

"She'll be a year old next month."

"And your husband?"

"We're divorced. The marriage only lasted a little over a year."

"What happened, if I may ask?"

"Mr. Craig Lundquist," she began with a note of nostalgia. "A nice guy. Kind. Funny. But it was our political views that drove us apart. He thinks it's the conservatives who are going to save this country. I don't. And I don't think the liberals are going to save it either."

"What do you think?"

She paused for a moment and then looked Jenny straight in the eye. "I think the entire system needs to be destroyed and reconstructed from the bottom up. The oligarchs that rule this country are turning it into a graveyard."

Jenny understood exactly what she meant. Her aunt had often told her how terribly hierarchical and stratified British society had become over the centuries with its rigid and uncompromising class structure—a society in which the "royals" perennially looked down upon the "commoners" as if their elitist rule had been divinely ordained by God to the eternal detriment of their lesser brethren. England still reeked with the stench of Feudalism and slavish adherence to the antiquated and obsolete stricture of the divine right of kings.

Holly, for her part, having seen the financial and moral decay of her own country over the past several years due to the criminal activities of the government, Wall Street, the banks, and the multinational corporations, which were responsible for creating the greatest divide between the rich and poor of any industrialized nation, knew that true change would never come from the ballot box because both Republicans and Democrats represented two heads attached to the same body—a decaying body politic kept in perpetual servitude to its corporate masters. The interests of the electorate didn't even factor into the equation.

"From what your aunt tells me, you would make a perfect candidate for the Sisterhood," Holly said, switching topics.

"That's something I really haven't thought all that much about recently."

"Of course. You've had your mind on Edmund. But you should think about it. The Sisterhood is always ready to welcome someone like you into its ranks."

"Someone like me?"

"Yes. Someone with your high degree of intelligence, moral fiber...all that wonderful stuff."

"I don't know," Jenny replied looking down at her plate. "I'm not like my mother. I'm too independent-minded to belong to any group."

Holly chuckled softly. "You're mother is one of the most fiercely independent women I know. The Sisterhood doesn't place boundaries upon you, Jenny; it expands them. Your mother realized that long ago. That's why she joined us. I hope you will do the same."

For the next hour and a half the two women talked about many things—their careers, their relationships with men, their likes and dislikes, their dreams for the future—but ultimately the specter of the Sisterhood was always lurking just beneath the surface.

"The people of this country," Holly said, elaborating upon what she had hinted at previously, "are slowly waking up to the fact that they are living under a delusion and have been for the past hundred years or more. But it goes beyond that. The entire world is in serious trouble. We stand at a precipice and what we do now will determine whether we will live in a world ruled by freedom and truth or by evil and eternal servitude. That's why I am fighting so hard to keep the Sisterhood intact. We can't afford to have women like Ariel causing dissolution among our ranks. We can't fight against this male-dominated, patriarchal, death-oriented system using their methods of violence and coercion, like Ariel advocated. We need to work within the system to bring about change. The people of the world must unite to defeat the tyrants. And the Sisterhood must lead the charge. It's the only way."

By the time they left the restaurant, Jenny had forgotten about how utterly delicious her high-priced meal had been. All she could think about was the future—her future with Edmund.

"I realize how important your crusade is to you," she told Holly. "But right now all that matters to me is to make Edmund well again."

Holly took Jenny's arm in hers as they walked down the street. It was a dark and rainy day but neither woman would let the bleakness of the weather dull their spirits.

"And he will be made well again, Jenny. Christiana will see to that."

"Are you going to come to the clinic next week to see him get treated?"

"I plan to but I'm not sure what days I'll be available. I do have other appointments to keep now that I'm in the city."

"But you will try."

"I'll be there, Jenny."

They walked a little further and stopped to admire some women's shoes that were prominently displayed in a store window.

"When Edmund is back to full health, will you promise me one thing?"

"What's that?"

"That you will seriously consider joining our Order."

Jenny looked up at the ominous black clouds moving swiftly over the tops of the skyscrapers above her—the silent harbingers of a far more devastating storm of man-made origins that she knew was coming. She also knew that the future, if there was to be one, would demand that all good people, from the best and brightest to the most humble and self-effacing, would have to join in common purpose to save the world from total destruction. Her mother had warned her only just recently that a new world war was upon them. This World War III would be the final conflagration; the blasphemous epitome of man's hatred and ignorance turned inward upon itself. But Jenny realized that it was more than that. If this war did happen, it would be the result of the failure of humanity to acknowledge once and for all that we are all part of a greater cosmic unity, uniting all living things in an inseparable bond whose interconnectivity, however slightly misaligned, would adversely affect the entire organism. And maybe this time, the damage would be beyond repair.

She suddenly came to a halt, forcing Holly to stop in her tracks. She looked into the large, blue-violet eyes of the Elizabeth Taylor look-alike and squeezed her hand tightly.

"I promise," she said.

************

The Swensen Sex Research Center, founded by Dr. Christiana Swensen and her colleague Dr. Rebecca Hellstrom, was located in midtown Manhattan on West 45th St. and Park Avenue. The sole purpose for its existence was to treat both male and female sexual dysfunction, and although modest in terms of its size and staff, it had become one of the most famous medical clinics in the entire world, mostly due to the celebrity status of its founding member.

The clinic had been built a few years after the success of EJAX-472 had provided Christiana with enough capital to establish a medical facility outside Sweden. The decision to build a clinic on foreign soil had often occupied her thoughts, since many of her colleagues and medical companies she dealt with were based in the US. It therefore made perfect sense to her to be able to offer Americans the same superior medical treatment that both Sweden, and Europe in general, had enjoyed for many years previously.

After an initial consultation with some of her medical staff, it was decided that Rebecca would make the trip to America to assist Christiana with the treatment of Edmund Kent. After her colleague arrived a few days following Edmund's return, Christiana began assembling a team of medical professionals that would form the nucleus of her specialized group. At this time offers were made to the eleven other men to who had been injected with the unstable EJAX derivative, but not one of them agreed to be treated. Christiana had warned them that there could be severe setbacks unless they were diagnosed and treated but her pleas fell on deaf ears. She believed that Edmund himself might have declined treatment if it had not been for Jenny's insistence that he comply. He felt that since he was not currently experiencing any ill side effects that he could afford to wait. But as time would prove, he was dead wrong.

In addition to Christiana's handpicked team, she decided to employ the help of several other women who had a lot of experience in dealing with men on a purely sexual basis. These women included Felicia, Janet, and Alice herself, with Christiana and Rebecca acting as team leaders. At first Jenny felt a bit uncomfortable about having her aunt involved in such a sexually charged environment that would put her on such an intimate basis with Edmund. And she wasn't sure if Edmund would be comfortable with her being there either. But she felt it best not to object to the idea until Christiana had a chance to put her plan into operation.




The Finchley Flasher Ch. 03



The two doctors who would be assisting Christiana and Rebecca were both in their mid-to-late thirties: women known and respected for their unique and often startling methods of treating male erectile dysfunction. One was Dr. Bernice Shelly, an attractive auburn-haired woman whose dedication to her work, and contributions to the field of human reproduction, was highly respected in the medical community. The other was Dr. Beverly Bond, a tall blonde with enormous breasts whose brilliant theories about the nature of the male reproductive system, in particular, had garnered her more than one prestigious scientific award.

Christiana had decided that, as part of the treatment program, female interns from the various surrounding hospitals and medical centers would be allowed to watch and/or participate in Edmund's rehabilitation. Respecting Edmund's wishes, she had promised to employ only females for this purpose, since he was averse to having other males observe him or touch him during his treatment period. It was not an unusual request. She had found that most men did not like being observed by other men while their bodies were under such scrutiny.

After Edmund's blood tests had been completed and analyzed, Christiana set up an appointment with him and Jenny at her clinic to discuss how best to proceed. It was now the middle of March and the afternoon was mild and sunny. As Jenny and Edmund entered the doctor's office they were greeted by a tall, leggy blonde in a white coat. The beautiful woman smiled graciously and told them to sit down.

"I'm Christiana's colleague, Rebecca Hellstrom," she said as she greeted them. "It's a pleasure to meet both of you."

"It's nice to meet you too, Rebecca," Jenny replied. "Is Christiana here?"

"She'll be here in a few minutes. She had to perform some last minute tests in the lab."

"I notice that there are quite a few women outside in the atrium," Edmund said to the doctor. "What's going on?"

"Oh, yes. They are interns from the surrounding hospitals," Rebecca said. "They are going to be present during your treatment."

"All of them?" Edmund asked, surprised.

He turned his head to do a quick head count and figured there were at least thirty or so young women standing around chattering incessantly. A few of them giggled loudly when they discovered he was staring at them.

"Oh, there will be a lot more than what you see there," she said with a touch of titillation in her voice. "These women are deeply curious to see what EJAX-472 can do. Frankly, I'm curious myself."

Jenny looked puzzled. "But you took part in the original experiments didn't you?"

"Yes, but we're talking about the unstable version. And Edmund has been given an added dose of an even earlier version of the drug—possibly the prototype, which could be responsible for some even more dramatic side effects."

"Oh, shit!" Edmund cursed aloud. "That's just what I wanted to hear. More problems!"

"Not necessarily," Rebecca said gently. You may suffer nothing more than what you are experiencing now. But the variant factors can't be ruled out."

Edmund shook his head and looked down at the floor. "I just want to get back to my old job, you know? Live a normal life. Spend as much time as I can with Jenny." He looked up at his girlfriend just then and saw that her eyes were downcast. Jenny took his hand.

"We're not blaming Christiana for this," she told Rebecca. "It was all Ariel's doing. But you must understand that he...we...cannot go on living like this."

Rebecca nodded. "I can assure you both that Christiana and I will do everything to help. I am certain that this problem can be treated and cured."

"I hope so," Edmund said. "Because I have to put my entire life on hold until this issue is resolved."

At that moment the chattering outside the room increased dramatically as Christiana greeted the interns. She was holding a stack of forms in her hand and began passing them out to the jittery bunch of women, all of whom seemed very excited to meet the famous doctor in person.

"Now girls...girls," she said raising her voice, "listen to me. This is not a meet and greet and I'm not going to be signing any autographs."

The girls let out a collective moan.

"All that will come later. What I want all of you to do right now is to fill out these forms and hand them to the lady at the front desk over there." She pointed to a middle-aged woman sitting across the room. "Give them to her and I will review them tomorrow and get back to you. Thank you all for coming!" She quickly entered her office and closed the door behind her. "So young, so willing, so...eager! They treat me more like a celebrity than a doctor!" She extended her hand to Jenny and Edmund. "How are you two doing?"

"We're fine," Jenny replied.

"And how are you feeling, Edmund?"

Edmund shrugged his shoulders. "For a guy high on your drug I guess I'm managing to keep things pretty well under control."

"He hasn't had any episodes...so far," Jenny added quickly.

"Good." She turned to Rebecca. "Where are the lab reports?"

"I left them right there," Rebecca said, pointing to the file cabinet.

Christiana grabbed the reports and took a seat behind her desk. She spent a few minutes looking over Edmund's blood test results, making notations in the margins of the pages as she went along. When she finished reading she looked up at Rebecca. There was a look of concern on her face. "I didn't expect this," she said somberly. "Did you?"

There was always the possibility," Rebecca replied gloomily. "You knew that."

"What is it?" Jenny asked Christiana. "Is there something wrong?"

Christiana let out a long sigh and leaned inward over her desk. "Edmund," she said, addressing him directly. "I'm going to give this to you in the simplest terms possible so that you will understand what is going on inside your body."

Edmund forced himself to sit upright, trying to show a brave face. "I'm listening."

"Before Ariel administered the second dosage of the EJAX drug to you, the treatment I had planned would have worked. However, your most recent blood tests show that there is a significant proliferation of the unstable EJAX serum, which is causing a slow but steady rise in overall spermatic volume and viscosity. What this means is that I now have to devise a completely different methodology to treat your condition. You see, the serum Ariel injected into you and the other men was never meant to be used on humans. She probably administered the prototype, which is extremely unstable. Have you had any unusual symptoms lately? Dizziness? Nausea?"

"No," he replied. "Nothing."

"What about morning erections? Do you get them?"

"Sometimes. But that's normal isn't it?"

"Yes. They are caused by the urge to urinate. But what I want to know is if you have noticed an increase in the size of your penis at that time of day."

"No. I'm pretty much my usual size."

"Which is?"

Edmund smiled sheepishly. "Ten inches."

Rebecca made an audible sigh and quickly covered her mouth with her hand and coughed into it.

"And what about your testicles? Have you noticed any change in their appearance?"

"No, doctor. They seem to be doing just fine."

This time Rebecca actually giggled, which drew a stern look from Christiana.

"I'm sorry," Rebecca said, forcing herself to look away from her friend. "I thought it was funny." She giggled even louder this time.

"She gets giddy if she doesn't get enough sleep," Christiana explained to Edmund and Jenny. She looked at Rebecca and shook her head. "You still haven't gotten over the time differential have you?"

"I never experienced jet lag before," Rebecca replied, looking at Edmund. "I did not mean to offend you."

"I'm not offended," Edmund said. "But doctor," he continued, turning to Christiana. "If I haven't had any symptoms, does that mean that I will never have them, or that they will come at some later time?"

"There is no way of knowing what could trigger another EJAX attack. It is remotely possible that you could go the rest of your life without one, but I think that is highly unlikely. What I would like to do is to use artificial means to provoke the serum replication process to the surface where it can be controlled and monitored. In this way we could literally burn out the mechanism responsible for the attack and cause a systemic overload, resulting in the total elimination of the EJAX drug from your body. But it's going to take some time to achieve this—weeks, possibly a month."

"And then I'll be rid of the EJAX drug forever?"

"Yes. But as I said, it's going to take several weeks."

"I don't care about that. If it means getting this damn thing out of my body then let's do it."

"Yes, Christiana, let's do it," Jenny said. "He can't go on living with that kind of uncertainty handing over his head. We need to conquer this problem now."

"I agree. I'll need several days to come up with a modified treatment program. We should be able to begin the procedure early next week. How does Monday at 10:00 a.m. sound?"

"That's fine, doctor," Edmund replied. "The sooner the better."

"Splendid!" Christiana said, as she wrote something down on her work sheet. "Well, that's about it. My suggestion to you Edmund is to stay home for the next several days and do nothing. And that includes sex."

Jenny laughed. "You don't have to explain, Christiana. We get the picture."

"Good," the doctor replied. "Allow me to see you out."

As Rebecca opened the door to let Jenny, Edmund, and her colleague outside, they found that the atrium had become even more crowded with interns. All of them, and there were more than forty girls crammed tightly together in the small space, seemed to be highly excited over something.

"What is going on here?" Christiana bellowed, waving her hands in front her trying to make way for herself and her friends.

"Oh, we're sorry, doctor!" a cute young girl said holding the New York Times in front of her face. "Is it really true that the test subject—him," she said glaring at Edmund. "Is it true that he's the former Finchley Flasher?"

"Let me see that!" Edmund said, grabbing the newspaper out of the startled girl's hand.

To his horror he saw his grinning mug on the front page. Somehow his former captors had managed to release his photograph to the newspaper, and now everyone would know his identity.

"Ariel," he muttered, shaking his head numbly.

Jenny read the headlines with dismay. "This is awful!" she exclaimed, while trying to ward off the groping hands now reaching out toward Edmund. "Now the whole world knows who you are!"

Christiana was stunned. Holly had assured her that every item in Ariel's possession had been confiscated, but his was obviously untrue.

"Someone leaked this information," the doctor said. "It had to be. We were ultra careful. I'm so sorry, Edmund."

"It doesn't matter," he replied, thrusting the paper back in the girl's hands. "I'm not in that line of work anymore."

The girl, who was now surrounded by dozens of her counterparts, all eager, like her, to get close to Edmund now that his last statement had confirmed her suspicions, reacted with irrepressible excitement knowing that a celebrity of the first magnitude was within arm's reach. His reputation had eclipsed even that of the doctor, who soon found herself being pushed backward toward her office along with Jenny as the crowd forced their way upon the unsuspecting man.

Christiana's exhortations for order notwithstanding, the interns continued their benign assault on the Flasher, touching him, caressing him, begging him for his autograph. Rebecca was on the phone immediately to security, watching helplessly while her friends tried unsuccessfully to fend off the crowd.

"This is crazy!" Jenny shouted at the interns. "Leave him alone!"

Her pleas fell on deaf ears.

Edmund, despite his large and powerful frame, could not shake his admirers off. There were simply too many of them. He towered over them as a god might do, bemused at their behavior yet finding pleasure in their adulation. He knew that the girls were well meaning. But they were also insistent, and he found it impossible to reason with them. All they wanted to do was to touch him; to get as close to the handsome, god-like man as they could. His gentle demeanor, even in the midst of the stifling physical closeness of his worshippers, acted as a kind of mystical and therapeutic balm that formed an invisible buffer between their aggressive impulses and his kind nature. He could revel in their idolatrous attentions yet feel secure that he would always remain in command of the situation. But even as he thought this, something was happening to him.

Maybe it was the incessant female attention he was receiving; the feel of the girls' shapely, pliant hands upon his body, the way their lips parted seductively when they stared up into his magnificently handsome face, or maybe it was the overpowering sexual stimulus he experienced from an influx of female pheromones. Whatever it was, the effect of having so many women assailing him at once caused him to grow a stupendous hard-on. His engorged prick strained against his pants, seeking a way out of its cotton confinement. He tried to will the erection away; to keep it from growing larger, to avoid contact at all costs with the bodies pressing ever inward upon him, but it was useless.

It didn't take long for one of the girls to notice what was going on. She was a short, skinny little thing with brown hair pulled back into a pony tail and not especially attractive. But what she lacked for in looks she made up for in personality.

Upon feeling Edmund's huge cock rub against her leg, she let out a squeal and began telling the other girls what she had found. Within seconds the entire room was alive with the news. Jenny and Christiana knew immediately what was going on and tried desperately to pull him back into the doctor's office where he would be safe. But there was no way they could reach him.

Edmund looked at Jenny and reached out his hand toward her, his eyes filled with terror.

By this time both she and Christiana had been forced back into the office where Rebecca stood watching with a panicked expression as the spectacle unfolded before her horrified eyes. She held the telephone receiver to her mouth with one hand while waving her friends into the office with the other.

"Yes, that's right," she said hollering into the mouthpiece. "We need the police here fast!"

"Where the hell is security?" Christiana growled.

"They can't get through the damn crowd!" Rebecca replied. "I had to call the cops!"

"This is insane!" Christiana said dolefully as she watched Edmund tossed to and fro amongst the undulating mass of swarming bodies.

"We've got to help him!" Jenny exclaimed, grabbing Christiana's arm hard. "Edmund! Edmund!"

And then, suddenly, there was a diminution in the noise level coming from the atrium. This was followed by a series of gasps and moans that emanated from the crowd in increasing intensity. The squeals of delight grew exponentially within seconds until the room exploded into one giant, vociferous outburst that rattled the windows of the doctor's office.

There, standing in the middle of the crowd of gawking and incredulous females, was Edmund, his pants and underwear at his ankles, his right hand moving rapidly up and down his immense shaft, now looking even more formidable due to the influence of the recently introduced unstable version of EJAX-472. His mind, his will, focused entirely upon what he was doing and oblivious to the circumstances, he closed his eyes and growled loudly like an animal in heat. Jenny, having seen a similar reaction in him at the restaurant only a few months earlier, knew that his climax was imminent.

But nobody moved. Not even an inch.

Edmund's prick, or more precisely, the baseball bat that now hung between his outstretched legs, was well over two feet in length, and his testicles, now swaying back and forth like two elephantine casaba melons, had grown so large and ponderous that the base of the scrotum almost reached his knees. It was the most wonderfully freakish example of the effects of EJAX-472 gone wild.

"Jesus Christ!" Rebecca exclaimed. "Will you look at the size of those nuts! It reminds me of...who was the little guy from Australia? You know who I mean? That obnoxious dwarf with the bushman's hat?"

"Joey Balls," Christiana answered, not taking her eyes off Edmund.

"Yes, that's him! I would never have guessed a similar reaction could occur in two completely different test subjects! But there it is!"

Yes, there it was—and for the entire world to see.

At the sight of Edmund's monstrously inexplicable penis, the interns were driven wild with joy and disbelief. They purposely kept several feet's distance between themselves and the object of their fascination, staring in rapt wonder at the chimerical sexual organ being brought to orgasm right before their eyes.

"That fucking thing is like...beyond big!" one of the girls screeched.

"Godzilla dick!" another exclaimed, laughing at the sheer impossibility of such an outlandish specimen.

The room was now one solid mass of wall-to-wall people, with Edmund standing in a tiny circle by himself, his cock now ready to erupt.

"Get out of the way you stupid people!" Jenny hollered at the transfixed audience. "He can't help himself! He can't..."

Right before Jenny's eyes and that of both doctors, the receptionist, the two security guards, and the dozens of interns, the great monstrosity that hung between Edmund's quivering legs reared its swollen head up toward the ceiling and let loose with a series of explosive bursts of hot, sticky, white cream that darted up and over the stupefied heads of the crowd and splashed into the florescent fixtures, clinging there like mounds of gelatinous, whitish pudding. The astonished girls screamed in both delight and awe at the unprecedented spectacle. A few of the more timid souls amongst them found refuge behind various pieces of furniture, but most simply stood as far back against the wall as they could, waiting in breathless anticipation for Edmund's climax to continue. They didn't have to wait very long.

Holding his cock with a tremendous vise-like grip, Edmund reacted in mute horror as he watched dozens of creamy bursts of his salty semen spit out from the tip of his cock high into the air, the bulk of which landed in the hair and upper torsos of the shrieking interns. The girls dodged this way and that, but almost everyone got splattered by the Flasher's incredible output of sperm. There was nothing Jenny could do. Even if she and Christiana could reach him, which they couldn't, there was no way to stop his ejaculations—they would have to continue until his present supply of sperm was used up. Meanwhile, the interns had traversed the emotional barrier of being held in a state of complete awe to that of being totally enthralled by the unprecedented event; their screams and laughter rising in pitch and volume until it became a deafening roar—Edmund was being cheered on!

As absurd as it seemed to Jenny, the sexual tension created by Edmund's outstanding sexual feat turned the girls into his own personal cheerleading squad. They urged him on to even greater heights of ecstasy, teasing him, coaxing him to release even more volleys of his molten cum for them to enjoy. And he had no choice but to comply. Over and over the ropes of semen jettisoned forth from his agitated cock, sailing out in pell-mell fashion into the cheering crowd, now completely captivated with his stupendous performance. Even Christiana who, along with Rebecca, had witnessed some of the most grossly voluminous releases of sperm during their initial tests conducted with the EJAX drug, had never seen such robust and intense ejaculations. It seemed as if Edmund had suddenly possessed an endless reservoir of sperm in his testicles, and as long as he continued to masturbate himself, his balls would respond by providing him with all the creamy juices he needed. How long this would last, she could not imagine. But the floor in front of him was now slick with cum and he was still ejaculating.




The Finchley Flasher



"I don't understand."

"You will...soon enough. Come round the house this Saturday about 7:00 p.m. I'll introduce you to them. I'm sure they would love to meet you."

"Fine auntie, I'll be there. But what about the Flasher?"

Her aunt smiled and gave her face a light pat. "Seven. Sharp."

Alice turned and abruptly disappeared down the windswept street, the bottoms of her black leather boots leaving a visible impression in the snow.

It was snowing so heavily now that Jenny was surprised to see how fast the white flakes had obscured the street signs. She was intrigued by her aunt's invitation but knew better than to question her as Alice rarely revealed her hand to anyone too soon. For now, it was enough that the two women had come to some sort of mutual understanding as to what might be done to capture the celebrated fiend of Finchley. 

************

Jenny had no idea what to expect when she showed up at her aunt's house that Saturday evening. If she had, she might have thought twice about keeping her appointment. It wasn't that her aunt's friends were disagreeable people or that they disdained the young woman in any way. It was just that Jenny couldn't help but feel somewhat insecure in their presence. No doubt this feeling was engendered by the older women's worldly expertise and behaviour, which made her painfully aware of her own provincial limitations. But Alice made every effort to quell these insecurities in her niece by assuring her that her friends would not be judgmental, nor would they flaunt their worldliness in her face to make themselves look superior by comparison. That was not something that enlightened women did.

Alice, being the gracious hostess that she was, wasted no time introducing her niece to all thirty women in attendance. Jenny found, much to her delight, that Alice's friends were indeed a very congenial group after all, and that her fears about them had been quite unfounded.

After introductions had been made, Alice spoke to her guests about the Flasher, and what might be done to apprehend the sneaky villain.

"My niece Jenny and I," she began, "talked it over a few days ago and have come to the conclusion that he's going to make a go of it this New Year's Eve at the Tally Ho. We could be wrong but, given the man's propensity for spectacle, we both agree that he'll show up. In what capacity I have no idea. But it's a good guess that he'll be there to cause some kind of mayhem."

"And what do you expect us to do?" asked Doris Whitehead, a tall, sinewy blonde with enormous tits. "If he does show up, no one's going to be able to catch him."

"Betty might," Alice observed, looking at a thin, athletic 30-year-old sitting by herself in the corner.

"It's possible," the woman replied casually. "I may be able to outrun him."

"All right, so you're an Olympic gold medalist," Audrey Lambert retorted somewhat disdainfully. "But it's not just speed. The man can change his appearance at any time. He'll elude you. You can bet on that."

Alice frowned. "Now let's not be so pessimistic, shall we Audrey? Every puzzle has a solution. We just need to outthink him."

"Fine for you to say!" Doris scoffed. "The best minds enforcement haven't been able to catch the bloody bastard. What makes you think you can do any better?"

"Not me," Alice replied without hesitation. "All of us. And that includes you too Jenny. That's why I asked you here tonight."

Jenny looked up at her aunt with an inquisitive stare but Alice merely smiled and continued. "My niece is a mastermind at figuring things out; a trait we both have in common. Now before I go any further, I think it's time that we tell Jenny who we are and what we do."

There was a general murmur of disapproval from the women but Alice would have none of it.

"For heaven's sake," she continued, "my niece is 23 years old. She's not a child. She can be trusted. You have my promise on that."

"There is a certain bit of formality that is demanded by tradition, Alice," Audrey said dourly. "You can't just go ahead and indoctrinate someone merely on a whim."

"I am the President of our Ladies Social Tea, am I not?

"Yes, you are. But that does not give you the right..."

"Oh, damn all that nonsense!" Alice snapped. "I'm telling you that Jenny is the one hope we have of ridding Finchley of this flasher business, and as your leader I am telling you...yes, telling you that you will accept her into our bosom with the same respect and courtesy you would show any initiate. Do I make myself clear?"

"Well, you needn't get so uppity about it!" said Peggy, a slightly built women of 50 some odd years with gray hair. "If you feel that strongly about it, we'll back you up."

One woman, a beautiful redhead with a pretty, doll-like face, nodded in agreement. "I for one would welcome anyone into our ranks who can help us get rid of this flasher pest."

"Me too," said another women dressed in a tight, black skirt. "I say let's all put our heads together as Alice suggests and find a way out of this mess we're in!"

Although there were several women who continued to voice their reluctance to having their group's bylaws preempted in such a casual fashion, they nonetheless agreed that the immediacy of capturing the flasher should be their top priority.

"Well, we have three days to put our plan into action, ladies. Now let's get Jenny indoctrinated."

The next several hours were spent in explaining to the perplexed young woman the real nature of this so-called "Ladies Social Tea" club. It really had very little to do with anything so mundane as a get together over tea, although the beverage was drunk during meetings with an impressive amount of alcohol added in for recreational purposes. The true nature of the organization, as Jenny was soon made aware, was that it was based upon female superiority, and that these women enjoyed controlling men—especially in sexual ways. The realization that her aunt—a woman whom she always believed to be anything but gender biased—came as quite a shock. But her aunt was quick to explain that this was not a man-hater's club, but a group where men came to willingly to become the sexual playthings of their female superiors. 

"We had to tell you all this because we have plans for the Flasher that go far beyond anything the law could inflict upon him," Alice told her incredulous niece.

"Like what, exactly?" Jenny inquired.

Some of the women muttered excitedly to themselves, as if reluctant to give up some esoteric secret.

"I can't tell you everything just yet," Alice replied. "Let's just say that he will not be hurt. But when we're through with him, he will never flash anyone ever again."

Doris laughed gaily. "Oh, don't look so concerned, Jenny! We just want to have a bit of fun with him, that's all. He'll fare better with us than with the police—a bunch of incompetent fools they are!"

In the back of the room sat a very demure-looking woman in a short, red dress, her long legs crossed, and her shoulder length, platinum blonde hair half covering her face. She looked as though she might pass for the old Hollywood star Veronica Lake. Throughout the entire conversation she had remained silent, listening closely to all that was being said. It was at this moment that she decided to speak.

"If you have any hope of catching this Flasher character," she said pointedly to Alice, "and assuming your niece is correct, then you are going to need my services."

Suddenly all eyes were upon the beautiful woman in red.

This lovely apparition was Ariel Bishop. She was a very wealthy young widow of 33 years of age who had formerly worked as a foreign agent for Interpol. She was highly intelligent, strong-willed, and did not suffer fools gladly. Standing at 6 feet, 2 inches tall, she presented an imposing presence that intimidated most men. But in addition to her height, she was very muscular as a result of intense training, and was schooled in the martial arts such that she knew all the pressure points on the human body with which she could inflict pain, or even death, if necessary. Her beauty had been helpful to her in the sense that it had acted as a subtle camouflage to confuse her ostensible enemies as to her true formidableness. But it also acted as a lure, which usually led her to elicit otherwise difficult to obtain information from suspected criminals. All in all, she was a woman not to be tampered with.

"I thought you had resigned from the international spy business my dear," Alice replied whimsically.

Ariel offered her friend a wan smile. "Let's just say that I decided to come out of retirement to handle this case, shall we?"

"That's all well and good," a woman named Denise said to Ariel. "But I think we should tell the police about our intentions."

"The police indeed!" Doris said scornfully. "A lot of help they've been!"

"We should at least inform the Chief Constable about our suspicions," Denise insisted.

"Nonsense!" Doris replied. "They've had six months to catch this guy and they've failed miserably."

"We can't do it alone, Doris. We're going to need help."

At this point Ariel stood up and walked over to the argumentative women, imposing her magnificent frame between them. "If you had been listening to me, you'd know that I've already offered my services. Doris is right. The police are useless. If we are going to bring down the Flasher, we are the ones who must do it."

"This may all be a moot point," Audrey said disdainfully. "The Flasher may have other plans on New Year's Eve besides conveniently walking into our hands."

"That may well be true," Ariel said. "But I think Jenny is on the right track. This man has been increasingly emboldened by his successes, and I don't think he's going to be satisfied with seeing the old year out with anything less than a triumphant spectacle to cap off the New Year. I'm willing to bet on it."

Ariel smiled graciously at Jenny, who felt grateful indeed to be so indulged by this luminous figure.

"So am I," Alice said emphatically. "My niece is a regular Sherlock Holmes and I have every confidence in her."

"In that case," Ariel said, "I suggest we formulate a plan of action before this evening is over."

In the hours that followed Jenny, with the help of Alice and Ariel, outlined exactly how the women of the Ladies Social Tea were going to bring down the Flasher once and for all. It was a fairly simple plan, which had the advantage of great flexibility in its favour. By midnight all thirty women knew their assigned roles and would perform their duty to their utmost capability. 

"We have no idea under what guise he will appear," Alice told the group. "In fact, we don't even know what he truly looks like. He might come to the party sans disguise. Or he might come dressed as a woman or he might not enter the pub at all. He could be waiting outside on the street for us as we leave the building. There are just too many variables to contend with, that's why we need to be as flexible as possible. But one way or another, if he does show up, we've got to catch him. Understood?"

It was almost 1:00 a.m. before the last guest had departed, and now Alice and Jenny were left alone to contemplate the dubious nature of their enterprise.

"I hope Denise keeps her mouth shut as she promised," Jenny said, taking a sip of her tea.

"She will," Alice assured her. "I think she knows now that telling the police anything will only create problems for us."

Jenny laughed. "Can you imagine that fat Chief Constable trying to apprehend someone like the Flasher? He can't even walk fast enough to keep up with his wife when she goes shopping!"

"I know!" Alice heartily agreed. "The entire lot of them have been brought up on too many cakes and sweets. They can barely fit into their cars anymore!"

"Well, it will make our lives a lot easier not having them around on New Year's Eve."

In this respect Jenny was quite right. But little did she and her aunt realize how difficult trying to apprehend the Flasher was going to be.

************

The Tally Ho had a reputation for being a raucous pub. It had been a source of ribald and drunken pleasures for almost a hundred years. The fact that they served the best fish and chips in town assured that they would keep people coming back for more, even if they had been accused of watering down their drinks from time to time.

For an old pub it had been built rather spaciously, and subsequent remodeling added another fifty square feet of space, which made it largest pub in all of Finchley and Charing Cross combined. The owners had decked out the place with a varied assortment of essential New Year's Eve paraphernalia that included hats, whistles, jelly babies, and other foodstuffs. The pub even sponsored the recent addition of a fire work's display and a midnight cruise on the Thames.

By the time Jenny, Alice, and the rest of the Ladies Social Tea arrived at 9:00 p.m., the New Year's Eve party was already in full swing. There were literally hundreds of people swarming the place, many of them already drunk or well on their way to getting there.

According to the plans laid out by Jenny and Alice, the women would occupy various areas of the pub, always in groups of three, with the notable exception of Ariel, who insisted that she remain on her own. All the entrances and exits would be monitored, as well as the men's and ladies' rooms. All this focus on surveillance did not add greatly to the women's enjoyment of the evening; in fact it put a great damper on things. However, knowing that they might finally apprehend the man who had been the cause of so much misery in their town steeled them to their collective purpose, and each woman performed her duty with no complaint.

"I would have preferred to be spending the evening with my husband," Doris candidly admitted to Alice. "He told me that we'd have our own special party when I got home!" The outspoken woman laughed aloud and swallowed a mouthful of gin. "But he's an understanding sort. Doesn't like what we're up to. In fact he thinks we're crazy to do it. But he's good about it. That's why I love him so much."

"I suggest that you don't drink too much tonight, my dear," Alice warned her friend. "We must keep our wits about us."

"The Flasher!" Yes, of course Alice, my dear! Just one more swig and I'm done!" The tipsy woman raised the glass to her lips and drank down the remainder in one quick gulp. "See? All gone!"

"Better rejoin your group now, Doris. We have to be vigilant."

'Yes, yes! Vigilant! That's me!"

As Doris plied her way through the crowd, Jenny noticed a very tall woman in a black dress taking pictures of people at random. She was quite beautiful and many of the single men were coming on to her in rapid succession. She seemed to revel in the attention but somehow managed to keep them at a distance.

"Look at her," Jenny said to her aunt. "She has some face and body I'd say!"

Alice was forced to agree. "Quite. Maybe we can get her to take a picture of us."

Jenny waved to the woman to approach and as she came nearer both Jenny and her aunt realized just how stunningly gorgeous the woman in black really was. 

"I must day," Alice said to the stranger, "you are quite a beauty. Are you a model?"

The woman laughed and raised the camera toward her face. "No, miss. I'm not a model. But I do work in the fashion industry."

Her voice seemed a little husky, which struck Jenny as strange seeing that the woman herself was so feminine.

"What do you do?" Jenny asked her.

"I'm a makeup artist."

"Do you work in film?" Alice inquired.

"Sometimes. Would you like me to take your picture?"

"Please."

The lovely brunette with the steel-grey eyes moved back a few paces and told the two women to smile. The flash blinded them for a few moments but in return they received a very nicely formatted picture.

"My name is Victoria," the woman said. "If you want any more pictures taken I'll be around."

"Thank you so much," Alice replied. "This photo is lovely. Don't you think so, Jenny?"

"Yes, indeed!" the young woman replied, taking the picture from her aunt. "Can you make copies for us?" she asked the photographer.

"Of course. Just give me a holler and I'll be here in a flash."

With that the beautiful creature drifted off into the incessant flow of bodies and was soon clicking away with great fervour. 

It was now only a few minutes until midnight and there was no indication whatsoever that the Flasher might be anywhere near. Although the women had been watchful, the constant tension produced by the anxiety of not knowing when and if their adversary would appear, had taken its toll on their patience. A few of them openly derided Jenny for coming up with what they called a "hare-brained" scheme, but they nonetheless kept their promise to maintain their vigil.

"Have you seen Ariel?" Alice asked Jenny as her eyes darted over the heads of the crowd.

"No, auntie, I haven't."

"Where the devil did she go? I told her to stay close by."

"I did see her about ten minutes ago. There, by the stage."

The stage was actually a riser about several feet in height that served as a platform for the band. It was situated directly behind the bar and overlooked it and the crowd. And in the rear of the stage was a door—an emergency exit—that had never been used in all the years the pub had been in operation. The band, realizing that the New Year was only a minute away, brought the music to a halt and led the noisome audience in a raucous countdown.

The noise in the room became deafening as the entire crowd shouted out the numbers of seconds left in the old year. And then there was a tremendous shout of joy, a complete and temporary delirium of utter ecstasy, as the jubilant folk of Finchley cheered and applauded the arrival of the New Year. Glasses were raised and liquor imbibed freely as hand clenched hand and arms were wrapped around the person closest at hand. Alice and Jenny hugged and kissed each other as the general feeling of good will washed over the revelers. 

And as the two women were engrossed in the wave of tumultuous and universal affection, there, standing in the middle of the stage was Victoria, who undulated her sensuous body in a very lascivious way. In a moment all eyes were focused upon the startling vision of beauty, who laughed and cajoled her audience as if she, and not New Year's itself, were the star of the show.

"Come on baby!" said one of the men to the newly risen star. "Give us a chorus of Auld Lang Syne!" 

The band dutifully began playing the song as Victoria led the crowd in singing the perennial favorite.

Should old acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind,

Should old acquaintance be forgot in days of Auld Lang Syne.

But as the song was being sung, it soon became apparent that Victoria's voice was simply not up to the task. In fact, although her quirky vocal presentation was bad enough in itself, it seemed that there was also some problem with her pitch.

"I thought she was an alto," Jenny said without taking her eyes off the woman in black. "But she sounds more like a tenor."

And just as the realization hit her, the woman who had presented herself as Victoria tore open the Velcro fasteners that held her dress in place and proudly revealed to the audience a huge ten-inch penis with two very substantial-looking testicles directly beneath it. For a few seconds the startled spectators became deadly quiet as they stood aghast at the incredible sight before them. The woman, who had been previously known to all as Victoria, ripped of her wig and laughed a most frightful laugh.

"Happy New Year from the Flasher!" the imposter cried as he bolted through the emergency exit.

"Jesus Christ! It's him! It's him!" Alice shouted to her friends as the entire group from the Ladies Social Tea, along with half of the audience, rushed out the nearest exit in the hopes of capturing the wily criminal. But as the crowd exited onto the icy street outside, they were greeted with a most unusual sight. There, sprawled out on a bank of snow lay the culprit, and on top of him was Ariel Bishop, holding him steadfast to the ground. He wasn't laughing now. In fact he looked quite cold and discombobulated. 




The Finchley Flasher



The drunken crowd looked on in stupefaction, not quite able to do much of anything except try to maintain their balance on the slippery sidewalk. 

"So that's the Flasher, eh?" said a drunken man on the verge of teetering over. "What a pity. He made such an attractive woman."

In a matter of seconds a car pulled up and Ariel, assisted by some of the more physically superior women of the Ladies Social Tea, dragged the dazed man into the back of the car and rode off. Things had gone according to plan.

************

Ariel Bishop's home was a sprawling affair; a lavish, 103-room mansion known as Updown Court situated on 58 acres in the wealthy London suburb of Surrey. This mansion had formerly been a medieval castle that had been renovated at great cost and effort by her late husband, the Earl of Glastonbury, to include all the modern amenities. The huge complex boasted five swimming pools, a squash court, bowling alley, tennis court, 50-seat screening room, heated marble driveway and helipad. All eight of Ariel's vehicles, including a Ferrari 250 GTO once driven by Sean Connery himself, were kept in the underground garage.

It was here that the Flasher, otherwise known as Edmund Kent, had been deposited rather unceremoniously the night before. His identity had been ascertained by Ariel's clandestine information network of former spies, who maintained their former associations even if they were no longer employed by Her Majesties Secret Service.

The dossier on Kent had been rather extensive, and it was found that he had quite a long history of run-ins with the law in England and abroad. Interpol agents had been trying to track him down for years with no success, due no doubt to his chameleon-like ability to change his physical appearance within seconds to elude capture. He was also found to have been a champion sprinter who had won several gold medals before turning to a life of crime. These abilities, combined with his spectacularly god-like looks and charm, made him a most remarkable and elusive foe.

The day following his capture, the newspapers reported the event to the general public, who were just as mystified as the police as to where the Flasher had disappeared. Despite assurances from those who had been at Tally Ho's and who had given accurate testimony as to what transpired on the night of New Year's Eve, most of the police believed that Kent had escaped once again. This rationale was no doubt incurred by the seemingly unreliable reports given by mostly drunken customers. In any event, Kent was reported as being "at large," and this was good news for the Ladies Social Tea since they could now deal with their adversary without interference from the incompetent Finchley police.

The underground chambers that formed the subbasement of the mansion were once as cold and dank as they had been when they were first built in 1230. But extensive restoration and renovation had turned the inhospitable atmosphere into a subterranean wonder that would have rivaled anything seen in a James Bond movie. Originally, this restoration had been done to provide a place where the rich and famous could hold their lavish parties, but no one seemed to find the restored dungeon particularly attractive, preferring instead to relegate their activities to the floors above where bedrooms were always handy. As such, the underground chambers fell into disuse—until now.

Kent had awoken to find himself totally naked and chained to a wall. At first he thought he was dreaming, but the cold, unrelenting metal that encircled both his wrists told him otherwise. Oddly enough, he did not feel cold, and noticed that the air conditioning system above him was pumping out hot air at intervals for which he was thankful. At some point during the previous night he had remembered being given something to drink by a tall and beautiful woman, and then recalled that her face took on a very odd shape as he tried unsuccessfully to bring that same face into focus. He realized that he had been drugged. But who were his captors and what did they want? And why did they leave him naked and chained?

All his screams and resultant threats went unheeded, his sonorous tenor voice bouncing off the walls and offering no response but its own echoes. He wondered how long he had been standing there. His legs felt tired and he was aware that he was thirsty. He felt totally abandoned and humiliated. He struggled with his restraints; all to no avail. He cursed and swore vengeance upon those who had treated him so cruelly, but it was all in vain. After many hours of hanging there in the indistinct light, he fell asleep.

It was later that same day that the entire membership of the Ladies Social Tea—all two hundred of them—descended upon Updown Court anxious to meet the Flasher face to face. Alice had informed every one of her friends that the evil villain had been found and was in Ariel's custody. And now, as the determined group of women made their way down the long and winding stone staircase that led into the ancient cellar, the air became suddenly alive with shouts of glee and recompense. The ladies knew that the erstwhile master of disguise was now at their mercy, and they would spare no expense in exacting their particular brand of revenge.

The commotion disturbed Kent from his fevered sleep. And as he looked up he saw Ariel leading a well-dressed and mocking group of women toward him, some with malice in their eyes, others simply overcome with laughter at his naked state. He looked at them with a mixture of wonderment and fright, unsure if it would be wiser for him to speak or remain silent. As Ariel approached him, he turned his face away in a cowering motion.

"Now, let's not have any of that shall we?" Ariel said to him. "Here, look at me." She grabbed his jaw in her hand and jerked his head toward her. "Look at me you pusillanimous little scum bag!"

Kent now recognized her face as the one he had seen just before he had passed out. He wondered what she was going to do to him but was reluctant to provoke her anger.

"So, you're the blighter who enjoys parading his bits before poor, unsuspecting females, eh?" she continued, eyeing him malevolently. "The one who wanks himself off in front of strange women to get his kicks! Pig! Miscreant!" 

The crowd of women stood around him forming a dense circle from which there was no escape, even if he had been unrestrained. Their faces registered amusement at his nakedness and contempt for his perverse behavior. All of them knew exactly what he had done, and to whom, as some of his victims had been they, themselves, or friends and acquaintances. But the best part of all was that one of their own, and not the inefficient police, had brought him low.

"You are going to be with us for a long time, Mr. Kent," Ariel said menacingly. "A very long time."

Kent felt a shiver of icy coldness run up and down his spine, but he managed to bring himself to speak. "How...how do you know my name?" he stammered.

"I know everything about you," Ariel assured him. "And you are going to pay dearly for your crimes." 

Kent fell back in fear at the implication and said something about the police and due process of law, but his words fell on deaf ears. Ariel ordered some of the women to release him from his chains and strap him into a wheeled recliner. He was too weak to offer much resistance and his hands and feet were soon secured with leather straps to each corner of the device.

Jenny and Alice had pushed their way to the front of the line and finally got a good look at the man who had evaded them for so long. He was indeed exceedingly handsome, with the kind of graceful features that one might find on an Olympian god; long, wavy brown hair, large liquid blue eyes, a perfectly symmetrical nose and resolute chin. He was very tall, at least 6 feet, 4 inches in height, and was extremely well proportioned and muscular, with the body of a runner, which he undoubtedly was. Even in his extremity of circumstance there was something noble about him, a quality of persona that defied being sullied by the voracious threats of retribution and pervasive mockery of the women.

"What are you going to do to me?" he said, looking up worryingly at a sea of faces.

This time it was Alice who spoke. "You have been given a growth hormone drug, Mr. Kent. It is not harmful but it will result in producing a very significant increase in the size of your already impressive penis. And it will also force your sperm to replicate many times its normal capacity."

"And this," Ariel added, waving a jar of some opaque substance in front of his face, "is a special cream developed by a doctor friend of ours in Stockholm, which, when applied to your cock, will force it to remain rock hard and ready for action for hours on end."

Kent's eye darted back and forth between the two smiling faces with utter astonishment. "Is this true?" he asked with a stupefied look. "Can this drug actually make my cock bigger?"

"Much bigger," Ariel replied. "You should start feeling the effects very soon now."

"But why?" he cried. "Why are you doing this to me?"

Alice ran her fingers over his already hardening prick. "I thought that would have been obvious to you by now. We're going to teach you a lesson you will never forget, Mr. Kent. And when we're done with you, you will never again dare to expose yourself in public to any woman."

The Flasher looked down apprehensively at the erection he was beginning to sprout under Alice's experienced hand. In no less than a minute his 10-inch penis grew an amazing ten inches more, and his girth increased concomitantly. 

"Ah!" he cried, as the behemoth between his legs rocked to and fro under its own accord.

Doris couldn't hold back her exhilaration at seeing Kent's prick grow right under her gaze. "Look at that! Now don't tell me that cock ain't the biggest one you've ever seen girls!"

"And standing straight up like a rocket too!" Audrey observed, as she ran her forefinger around the enormous base of his shaft.

"This is incredible!" Jenny said to her aunt. "His cock is almost two feet long!"

Alice let her hand dangle around the base of his sperm-engorged balls and luxuriated in the sensation of their silky smooth texture. "Isn't it amazing? When Ariel puts on the cream, he'll stay that way for hours."

"Well, get going, Ariel," Denise said hastily. "We have a long night ahead of us."

With no further prompting, Ariel slowly, methodically, applied the cool, white erection- stabilizing cream to Kent's rock-hard prick. He watched in total astonishment as the beautiful woman's deft fingers left no area of his cock and balls untouched. When she was done his gargantuan penis was glistening in the harsh glow of the overhead lamps.

"What you're doing to me is illegal!" Kent exclaimed. "I'll go right to the police I will!"

The women laughed at his impotent threat.

"Why they'll have you in a cell sooner than you can say 'Jack Sprat!'" a big-busted woman named Eunice said scornfully. "You best keep your trap shut and let us have our way with you or the coppers will have your arse in jail for the rest of your unnatural life!"

"I don't care what they do to me!" Kent cried, as he struggled against his bonds. "It's got to be better than being abused and humiliated like this!"

"Abused and humiliated?" another woman asked incredulously. "You mean the way you abused and humiliated all those innocent women by exposing your bits in front of them?"

"Yeah!" said a very demure-looking 18-year-old girl who had been the first of his unfortunate victims. "Like the way you pushed my hand down onto your penis and then masturbated yourself until you came all over my hand?"

Her name was Sylvia, and her mother, who had been with her on that unfortunate day, was Leona, a very tough-looking woman who had a penchant for putting men in their place.

"You are nothing but a pig!" the angry woman said to Kent as she gave his cock a vicious slap. 

Kent winced in pain while all the women laughed.

"Go ahead Sylvia," she said encouragingly to her daughter. "Give him one too!"

Without hesitation, Sylvia dutifully followed her mother's advice and delivered another harsh blow to his rock-solid penis.

The fleshy monolith bounced back and forth under the impact, making Sylvia giggle.

I want to see it come," the girl said in a matter of fact tone. "Don't you want to see him shoot off mother?"

"I think we all want to see it shoot off my dear," Leona replied, gently stroking her daughter's hair. 

"Why don't you wank him, Sylvia?" Ariel suggested. "After all, you were the first person to be sullied by his juices. Now you can force the bastard to come at your own whim."

At this suggestion everyone readily agreed, including Sylvia.

"I've never masturbated any guys before," the young girl admitted rather coyly. 

"There's always a first time for everything my dear," her mother replied. "And he doesn't seem to need any lubrication."

Indeed, Kent was trying desperately to hold back an ejaculation brought on by the effects of the sperm-inducing drug that was coursing through his body at tremendous speed. He had found the women's casual banter a huge sexual turn-on, and now the entire length of his shaft was glistening with pre-cum.

Sylvia, encouraged by the entire crowd of women anxious to see Kent's huge penis erupt, took her right hand and wrapped it around the prostrate man's shaft and began to masturbate him in slow, forceful jerks. As Kent watched the pretty girl's manicured nails, exquisitely adorned in bright red nail polish, slide up and down his penis with practiced strokes, he found it difficult to believe that she had never handled a cock before.

"God!" the girl exclaimed as she began to increase her tempo. "I bet this thing is going to shoot off a gallon of cream!"

The entire group broke into laughter as it was apparent her prediction might come true.

"I always know when a guy is going to come in big spurts," Ariel admitted. "Just watch the balls. Huge testicles like his always heave up and down and then stick to the underside of the shaft just before ejaculating. Watch!"

Sure enough, just as she predicted, Kent's cock, unable to withstand the constant pressure of the playful girl's powerful grasp, readied itself for ejaculation by forcing the twin orbs beneath it to fill to the brim with hot sperm. Another few strokes and the white cream would be forced up and out.

"This is so fucking humiliating!" the Flasher cried as he watched his cock surrender its sperm to the laughing girl.

His comment provoked gales of laughter from the crowd as the first spurt of semen shot out of the head of his cock and sailed upward and away into the rows of women far behind him.

"I love it!" Sylvia cried as she pumped his cock ferociously.

The second jet of semen flew as far the first shot, but this one actually hit someone in the face, causing the ecstatic women to applaud with joy.

"Look at it all mother!" Sylvia screamed, proud of her ability to incite such a spectacular orgasm.

"Keep pulling on him dear!" Leona replied, watching intently as Kent's cock was ready to deliver another huge load.

The next shot of cum flew straight up and hit the ceiling, fifteen feet above them. And then the volleys of white came spurting out one after the other with each upward pull of Sylvia's determined handiwork. 

It was exciting to see the women's exultant reactions each time the Flasher produced another amazing cumshot at Sylvia's hands. Jenny watched in fascination as long trails of sticky white cum shot out into the audience in a mesmerizing display of liquid acrobatics, laughing as the women tried to avoid getting splashed by the errant sprays of spunk, and cajoling each other when someone actually did get hit. 

"Look at my hands!" Sylvia exclaimed as she continued to force more sperm from Kent's tool. "They're soaked with his disgusting spunk!"

"Keep jerking him!" Alice told the girl, enjoying the aerial display of the Flasher's copious offering of sperm.

Kent could not believe the amount of semen shooting out of his cock. Although the feeling was completely enjoyable to him, the fact of him being humiliated in such a fashion was unnerving. Yet, in a strange way that even he could not explain, the humiliation of being used by these women actually helped to reinforce his own excitement. So instead of trying to fight the intensely pleasurable sensations, he found himself enjoying, and even abetting, the girl's assiduous handjob.

"Oh, my God!" he cried, as yet another long and stringy rope of sperm shot out into the audience.

"That makes twenty-three!" Alice noted with a smile. "What a fucking load!"

And that was the end of it. Kent was perspiring heavily and had difficulty catching his breath after such a tremendous orgasmic feat. Sylvia was applauded vociferously as she looked down at her saturated right hand.

"Simply wonderful my dear!" her mother exclaimed. "You gave him what for!"

Sylvia beamed. It was a lie that she had never masturbated boys before. She had done it routinely and loved to watch her boyfriends lose their loads under her expert control. But forcing the Flasher to ejaculate against his own will, and to make him shoot such voluminous amounts of spunk, was something far beyond what she had ever experienced before. 

"Let him rest for a few minutes," Ariel advised. "Then we're going to let the twins have their fun with him."

The "twins" were two fraternal twins named Kay and Fay, and they were big women with big breasts. They had been two of the Flasher's victims at one point and were desirous of getting their revenge on him. Kay, especially, had it in for him because she had been the one who had received a massive sperm drenching on her brand new fur coat. She was going to make him pay for that. For her part, Fay wanted to enjoy watching her sister teach him a lesson. It was going to be good watching the little pervert squirm.

Kent was given some water to drink but his hands and feet remained secured. His prick was still hard, despite the amount of semen he had released. He wondered what his captors had in store for him this time. He did not have to wait long.

The two big, beautiful brunettes came up to him on either side, making teasing remarks to the recovering man. Fay, without any warning, propped herself up onto the recliner and lowered her ass onto his face, effectively preventing him from speaking. Kay did the same thing, only she lowered her ass onto his cock, absorbing a good fifteen inches of him into her pussy. The crowd went wild.

"Get the son of a bitch to make you cum dearie!" said a middle-aged woman with short brown hair.

"But don't forget to let him breathe Fay darling!" said another bemused spectator.

Jenny found the entire proceedings to be highly amusing indeed. Kent struggled to get enough air into his lungs while Fay removed her panties. She ordered him to lick her pussy otherwise she threatened to suffocate him. Without any further warning, Kent began to perform cunnilingus on the attractive woman, actually enjoying himself despite the fact that she could at any time smother him. Meanwhile Kay was coming to an abrupt orgasm.

"The fucker is gonna make me cum, he is!" she announced.

It was incredible to watch the two women use the Flasher as their sexual play thing. Although both women would easily tip the scales at over two hundred pounds apiece, they were circumspect in how they handled him, never using their full weight upon the man for fear of crushing him to death.

Suddenly, Kay moaned loudly as she was gripped by a monstrous orgasm.

"The fuckin' bastard is making me cum!" she screamed.

And cum she did. Warning Kent that if he shot off inside her that she would cut off his balls, she savored the delicious sensation that overcame her, screeching a litany of filth as the powerful orgasm washed over her entire body.