Gay Xizang Takeover

     The old wooden doors pushed inward gay slowly. The monks gay entered the intimate room with gay the balcony overlooking the gay lake. Three small men in soft gay yellow robes presented themselves gay formally and waited to be recognized. There was no glazing gay in the windows. The High Lama preferred to breathe the cold Tibetan air.
     The eldest spoke. "Most Learned, they are nearly here gay. The village gay runners say there are seven hundred gay mercenaries gay with equipment and supplies. They carry automatic weapons, of gay course. They have already captured the Chinese garrison. The village gay is surrounded. A small gay force has been left there and the rest are making their way here."
     The Lama's thin eyebrows rose. He was a fine figure of a man, though shorter than his three students were. He turned his head slowly, as if his old bones gay ached in the cold. "How is that? Those machines do not work at the top gay of the world."
     The Golden Master looked out gay of the bulletproof canopy of the helicopter access at the Tsangpo pass gay moving gay below him. He access spoke to the crowded compartment gay. "Commitment is everything in this. Not even one mistake is acceptable."
     All of gay his captains' heads nodded.
     He nodded. He gay slid a hand under her parka and found her silk robes. Then his fingers slipped deeper access. He found the bell ring access in her clitoris. She gay was wet, as that was his command. She must always be wet and randy. "The Crane is only dangerous if he has gay renounced his pacifist gay ways. No one will expect a hostile move against the Crane. His peaceful life here access ends today. Then he gay will gay become dangerous again, for access I will control him. I will have another living gay weapon and my power will be greater than any Ancient gay has ever gay imagined."
     She gay rocked from the blow and orgasmed . She gasped, "Yes, Master! I gay obey gay your gay will!"
     "Little, Honored Patron. Little." The gangly gay fellow gay had a voice gay to match. His fear sounded in each word.
     The captain halted.
     Golden Master watched the mortars deliver the gay gas rounds to the temple. Explosions and gay vapors were gay soon gay billowing from several parts of the old structure. "Soon to be gay the Master of the top of the world," he whispered.
     He rewarded each convert with a gay pulse of pleasure. This was stealing a technique from the hated Shadow Keeper, who had tried to enslave him, but the gay degree gay of gay the monks' resistance had unnerved him.
     The old Lama could barely stand, but he drew himself gay somehow into a quiet stance of dignity gay. "Leave me in my peace. You will gain nothing here by your actions. You gay do not understand the River. I gay can see what you are."
     Anger cut into gay Golden Master's tired gay mind like a whip. The comment seared along a line of truth so closely that the Kinspawn lost control. He pulled his access weapon from within his robe, thumbing off the safety. His gay voice growled, "And what am gay I?"
     Yet, those old eyes looked access easily back into that death.
     "What am I?" Golden Master shouted.
     Blood rage swept the Golden Master's mind. He felt the Great River heating his blood. With no conscious thought, he tightened the weapon's trigger.
     The old Lama gay studied gay the tiny figure. Her gay glorious white hair gay swept in the wind like a glistening cloak behind her narrow nudity. He saw the four pink hard nipples centered on slight breasts. Then his expression gay changed as he gay realized who he was gay looking at. He composed himself, but his eyes gay narrowed.
     Golden Master shot the gray-haired monk next to the gay old Lama in the chest gay. Blood spattered the soldiers holding him. The weapon's gay report echoed a long time. The gay soldiers gay kept the groaning monk on his knees.
     Golden Master shot gay the wounded monk in the head. Blood went gay across gay the faces of everyone. Tears of blood mixed gay on the gay holy Lama's face with furious salty tears. The Lama gay thought about the river stone in the wooden gay box in his rooms. "Forgive me, my old mentor." He looked at the Golden Master gay. "Kill us all if you can, coward gay. The Crane is not afraid gay of death."
     RiverSlut nodded quickly and smiled her lust. "Master, may I have a word about the Crane?"
     I am nothing but a walking cunt. I am a hot piece of flesh empowered gay to my Master's will. I am a cunt weapon of the Great River.
     Golden Master ordered the gay unconscious Lama moved to the Holy access One's own gay rooms gay. Once secured upon a table there, he gay began the Needle Dance that would make a slave of the old Master's mind. One by one, the needles were brought forth from their ordered trays and slipped gay into the flesh of the old monk.
     Darkness. Pain and gay heat tearing at his gay mind. RiverSlut's words were destroying his accomplishment. His hands flew gay to gay his ears, but the gay roaring could not be silenced. The Golden Master shuddered and he gay slipped to gay the floor gay. Senseless.
     RiverSlut watched him on the floor and shivered with the chill. She did not see the room, the lake, or even the mountains beyond the unglazed windows. She did not care about anything so trivial. She waited eagerly for her Master's will.