by Johnny Pulp
An extract from chapter 6 of Jonny Pulp’s fiction Taiwan Slash.
Level 6
Level 6: A doctor is interrupted attempting to rape a nurse by ZgV and is killed brutally. The
two women take his body back to his luxury apartment.
The young men, fresh from high class gyms and athletic sex antics wearing fine suits and musk aftershave, with bulges in all the right places and immersed in their sense of untouchable masculinity, felt his talk refreshing and fortifying. They eyed the asses and tits of all the beautiful women in the bar fearlessly and knew they could take any of them whenever they wanted to and would never dream of asking anyone’s permission.
‘He who cannot rape himself will be raped. That is the nature of living creatures,’ was how they summarized their own philosophy of life. The rich invariably take this line as gospel.
Dr Ke Wengcha smiled thoughtfully as he watched their slick looks developing into hog assurance.
He began his monotonous ‘slow arrow of our cocks’ speech.
‘The slow arrow of our cocks. The most noble kind of cock is that which does not carry us away suddenly, whose attacks are not violent or intoxicating (this kind easily awakens disgust), but rather the kind of cock which infiltrates slowly, which we carry along with us almost unnoticed, and meet up with again in dreams; finally, after it has for a long time lain modestly in our heart, it takes complete possession of us, filling our eyes with tears, our hearts with longing. What do we long for when we see cock? To rape. We think much happiness must be connected with it. But that is an error. Happiness is about taking whatever you want whenever you want and overcoming any resistance,’ he smiled.
‘Physiologists should think before putting down the instinct of love as the cardinal instinct of an organic being. A living thing seeks above all to discharge its strength–life itself is will to rape; love is only one of its banal and most idiotic results.’
The young men smiled back, knowing that he spoke their kind of truth. Ke Wengcha continued.
‘Remember, there is no such thing as moral sex and violence, but only a moral interpretation of sex and violence.’
He looked around.
‘And who are we if not the Rapemen? Who but men like us have organized the chaos of our passions, given style to our character, and become creative? Aware of life’s terrors, we can attack without resentment. We are the gods who rape – the only gods worth worshipping.’
He stared at the wild fire at the heart of his glass of spirit.
‘What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneliness, and say, ‘This rape life which you live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh of the raped must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned and you with it, dust of the dust!’ Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse that demon? Or would you answer, ‘Never have I heard anything more divine’?
That had been just hours ago. And afterwards, he’d strolled into the hospital to find a nightshift nurse to attack down in the lower depths.
He smiled at nurse Mia Huang as he slapped her face with a blistering blow of his flat hand.
‘Only great pain, the long, slow pain that takes its time compels us to descend to our ultimate depths. I doubt that such pain makes us “better”; but I know it makes us more profound. In the end, lest what is most important remain unsaid: from such abysses, from such severe sickness, one returns newborn, having shed one’s skin with merrier senses, with a second dangerous innocence in joy, more childlike and yet a hundred times subtler than one has ever been before,’ he hissed breathlessly like a mad snake, feeling his whole being climbing into the mountains of his erotic fantasies, mad eyes swivelling in a psychedelic fuck-rape batter-fest of entropic flesh nightmare crisis.
He took the nurse over his knee, pulled down her underwear and prepared to spank her naked moon ass.
‘Hey doc. Why not pick on someone your own size?’
The voice seemed to float in from somewhere else far away, and then zoomed through the dim lit atmosphere to be just there, in the shadowy doorway behind them. Astonished, Ke Wengcha spun round to confront the intruder. Mia Huang desperately wriggled at his strong hand as it squeezed the back of her neck in a merciless vice, her exposed legs kicking furiously in midair.
In the doorway a woman with curves in all the right places stood with eyes gleaming and a tense barbarism flowing like dense honey throughout her perfectly formed body.
Dr Ke Wengcha couldn’t help but feel that this top totty was even more to his liking than the helpless nurse he had attacked.
He let his victim flop like a ragdoll to his feet and strode towards the sexy intruder.
‘I don’t know who you are bitch but I’m going to enjoy this,’ he snarled, his hands now fists, his expression a warped cruelty faithful to his heart of death.
‘ What is good? Rape – that heightens the feeling of power, the rape to power, power itself. What is bad? All that is born of weakness. What is happiness? The feeling that power is growing, that resistance is overcome,’ he recited as he curled a fierce right hook towards the hot babe whose ass and thighs were of the Gods and whose breasts gamed love beyond the furtive play of living and seeing.
‘Being Nietzsche out of context is so lame,’ she hissed, ducking beneath his savage blow with nonchalant ease.
ZgV smashed her fists into his face.
Blood and gunge splattered everywhere.
She grabbed his neck and threw him through a crosswire window. His skin was lacerated into a thousand strips of gore soaked screams.
She leapt to his writhing body and laid her boots into his ribs, smashing them again and again and again and again and again. He squealed like the pig he was and ever would be.
She grabbed him by his graying hair and ripped handfuls from the bleeding skull.
She twisted her fingers into his eye sockets and his eyes popped out like ping pong balls and rolled across the floor as blood hosed from the empty sockets in noxious waves against the far wall.
She threw a casual right uppercut and his nose splintered into a porridge mess across his left cheek.
She swung her left fist into his bollocks then tore them from his body and threw them across the floor in a mega-cosmos of deranged spew, gore and gunge.
She chewed his larva cock with her beautiful bared teeth and twisted it off in yet another mother-load of blood and gunge then spat the shriveled gobbet out through the smashed window and back into the corridor.
She hauled him to his feet by his very expensive suit lapels, her voice quiet and level, her breathing calm and zen as if barely anything was really happening, as if she was barely even there.
‘When men say they’re scared of women they say its because women might laugh at them. When women say they’re afraid of men they say it’s because men might kill them,’ she snarled, her beautiful sexy eyes wide and shiny with vengeance, her mind as ever detailing essential data.
Her curves in all the right places were coils of vengeance, heat and deadpan Sapphic Eros bathed in hot ice.
He crumpled at her feet stone cold dead.
The nurse pulled herself up off the floor.
‘Oh my God , you’ve just killed my boss and hero doctor with your bare hands,’ she gasped.
‘I have. He was about to rape you, as he has done to others many times in the past. His usual way is to attack patients and threaten them with humiliation if they ever threaten to say anything. By attacking you, a nurse who worshipped him and who had looked the other way when patients were raped and attacked by him in the past, it’s clear he was feeling untouchable and was raising his game to the next level,’ hissed ZgV.
‘Though I despise the way you and your fellow nurses let these foul bastards get away with their assaults by looking the other way and swallowing their self-serving stories of how heroic they are, I understand that patriarchy works like this.
Women are trained to suck up to men from the very start. They’d rather betray other women than lose the respect of powerful men. What you never understand is that the men never respect you. They just see you as fresh meat, ’ explained top totty ZgV as she dragged the bloody, eviscerated and exquisitely trashed corpse of the dead doctor into the back of his slick black Audi A8.
Mia Huang pulled up her knickers coyly and listened with respect to what this superbabe was saying, a profound confusion falling across her mind as everything she had been brought up to believe had now been trashed and turned upside down.
ZgV drove fast. She drove like a demon. She drove towards other tomorrows. She drove like night’s wildest dream. She drove as if playing the odds. She had done this before. She would do it again. She was a cruel cool killer with all the reasons and a single need, a heart of fire and a body to die for.
She was no longer what she had once been. Revenge was her ass tattoo.
They drove to the dead Rapeman’s luxury apartment. Nurse Mia Huang was astonished at the luxurious setting.
‘This place is so incredible,’ she gasped in awe as she took in her surroundings.
ZgV sneered.
‘There’s nothing surprising here. It’s so vanilla. Instead of being extraordinary the rich tend to be like the rest of the herd and end up being all the same. They all drive the same types of luxury vehicles from a small bunch of high-end brands such as Bentley, Rolls Royce, BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Audi, Porsche, Lexus, and Tesla. Some of the most popular models among the wealthy in Taiwan include the BMW 7 Series, the Mercedes-Benz S-Class, and the Audi A8, which is what our dead rapist drove. It’s the same with everything they do. Whether its clothes, foods, housing, holiday destinations, music, schools -you name it, they all share a limited set of brands and crave to fit in with their rich acquaintances. It’s truly pathetic.’
Nurse Mia Huang had now regained a sense of equilibrium. Her beautiful face hummed with an erotic freshness ZgV noticed with both appreciation, lust and satisfaction.
‘You’re a beautiful young woman,’ she said, ‘ but what makes you truly attractive is your work as a nurse. I adore anyone who helps others in need,’ ZgV said with a kind smile.
Mia Huang blushed with pleasure and surprise. It was rare for anyone to show appreciation for anything that wasn’t about money and power in these super-charged capitalist days.
She looked at ZgV’s smouldering body with curves in all the right places and knew she wanted to fuck this babe. But she was shy and said nothing.
‘Many of these rich fuckers reside here in the upscale neighborhoods of Neihu, Daan, and Songshan. These areas are known for their high-end shopping, dining, and entertainment options, as well as for their upscale housing developments and prestigious schools. Many of the residents are affluent professionals, business executives, and entrepreneurs, and they all value privacy, security, and convenient access to shopping, dining, and entertainment options so they can target the poor and powerless for their high end power games. This is where you’ll find the slave trade with households owning poor women and doing to them whatever they want without anyone noticing or caring,’ explained ZgV, wiping the blood of the dead Rapeman off her blouse with a tissue.
‘The most expensive addresses and locations in these neighborhoods tend to be large, high-end apartments or villas with spacious living areas, private balconies or gardens, and modern amenities such as high-end kitchens, spa-like bathrooms, and high-tech security systems. Some of the most exclusive addresses may offer stunning views of the city or the surrounding mountains, as well as access to private clubs and other exclusive amenities. The privacy is the key. Keep everything out of sight and it’s out of mind. They get away with murder here and no one cares and no one can do anything about it.’
The sexy woman’s voice was bitter with hatred and untamed violence.
‘I never knew,’ said the nurse.
‘You never dared to know more like!’
ZgV threw Mia Huang a fierce look that sent the nurse into a flurry of secret desire.
‘ It isn’t difficult to guess what is going on in these places when you think about it. These are people with enough wealth to buy their own private pleasure gardens, untroubled by law or civil society. These places are hell for the likes of you and me, but for them, heaven itself. Enough sex and drugs to fuel an everlasting party. Of course, pleasure continually needs refreshing. One fuck isn’t enough. Then multi-fucking in all its varieties and flavours isn’t enough after a while either. As the whole thing gets taken up through level after level of debauchery you’re going to get to a situation where the most deranged behaviours are de rigueur,’ explained ZgV, her body moving like a dream of perversity through room after room, dragging the bleeding corpse of the dead rapeman by its hair, leaving a scarlet trail of gore behind her.
They ended up with the dead doctor in an immaculate kitchen area with black marble tops and high-end brushed-metal ambience.
‘But the gardens are so beautiful,’ commented the nurse, gazing out the windows and finding it hard to comprehend that everything in the place were wet-dream stage-sets of deranged rape and death fantasies.
‘The gardens of wealthy individuals can vary greatly depending on personal taste and preferences, but they often feature a mix of luxurious outdoor spaces and beautiful landscaping. The boringly typical features of a wealthy person’s garden might include lush, large, well-manicured lawns – a common feature in the gardens of the wealthy here in Taiwan as they everywhere. It’s the same in London, New York, Peking, Tokyo, anywhere where the wealthy live. Why do they all like to have this? They provide ample space for outdoor activities with their high-end prostitutes or their unwilling, unpaid slave servants without fear of interruption. What could be better than debauchery surrounded by beautiful flowering plants and trees on hot tropical nights?’
The head of the dead doctor suddenly fell from off its neck spine. Blood slow-danced across the kitchen floor.
‘Shit,’ said ZgV in irritation at the mess.
‘These wealthy individuals have outdoor living areas that are designed to accommodate their own entertaining and relaxation such as covered patios, pergolas, outdoor kitchens, dining areas, and private swimming pools for swimming laps, for lounging and sunbathing and water carnage. Or they’ll go for a more natural look that blends in with the surrounding landscape if they happen to be near natural surroundings. Where better than in these beautiful expensive places to enact the rape of Venus, for example, again and again, night after night, with various unwilling partners screaming for mercy in what are, after all, secluded spots where no one outside can hear or see a thing?
These are Alien spaces where no one can hear you scream!’
She grinned at this little joke referencing the Alien horror franchise strap-line before continuing.
‘ It’s the same with all the water features you see like ponds, fountains, and other things. They can add a soothing, tranquil element to the outdoor space and can be used to create a peaceful environment for meditation or relaxation alongside the furious ecstasies of the intimidation, violence and murder of women,’ said ZgV, lifting most of the corpse onto the marble centre block in the kitchen.
She retrieved the head which had rolled into a corner.
‘As I said, beautiful landscapes are a hallmark of the gardens of the wealthy in Taiwan as anywhere else,’ she continued.
‘They may include lush gardens with an array of colorful flowers and plants, as well as rock formations, water features, and decorative elements such as statues or garden art. Here in Taiwan, there are several luxury brands that specialize in garden design and landscaping.
Guz Architects is known for its beautiful and innovative garden designs. The company works on projects ranging from residential gardens to large public parks and prides itself on its use of modern technologies and materials to create sustainable landscapes.
Wang Landscape Design is an award-winning landscape design firm based here in Taipei known for its beautiful, functional, and sustainable garden designs. The company offers a full range of landscape services, from initial design and planning to construction and maintenance.
Taiwan Garden Co is also a Taipei-based company and a leading provider of garden design and landscaping services. It offers a full range of services, from garden design and construction to maintenance and after-sales support. The company is known for its use of high-quality materials and innovative technologies to create beautiful and sustainable landscapes.’
ZgV pulled one of several meat knives from the magnetized wall and examined the blade with expertise.
There was a lot of meat she needed to slice.
‘But of course, what a landscape is really useful for is to bury the dead. Once a poor girl has been lured here on the promise of a wild party, expensive drugs, a sugar daddy sex experience plus fancy jewels, she can be used any which way the rich creeps like to – but then – when it goes to the far end and she ends up dead, they have to have somewhere to dispose of her. Where better than a Guz Architects landscape?’ explained ZgV.
ZgV paused. She knew what Rapemen were all about. She brooded on their politics.
High speed telepathic atrocity nebulas bombed the reality hyperreal sadist brain secretions. Body tissue thinks. Narcolepsy encrypts baseine tissue.
In the gardens zeros and ones defleshed the crime natures.
About the author
Occupying the dangerous borderland of grotesque comedy, sexual liberation and vertiginous horror, Johnny Pulp self-consciously adopts the stance of the pop-cultural avant-garde in the tradition of Swift and Sade, Dada and Burroughs and taps into a popularist, inclusive and democratic context that rudely dissents from the powers that be, to produce an insolent laughter of the angry and the powerless. Johnny Pulps twelve books including Cancer Boy, Postcards of the Hanging and The Millennium GM Killer Mutant Lesbian Baby Plaguein a binge of attempted institutional sabotage . His last novel, Palomares Bomb Grrlswas published in 2018 and a collection of three early novels, ‘Triple Penetration’in 2010.
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