Marina 01 (by Alla)

  


Marinah finished reading the morning Straits Times about the deputy
prime minister Anhar being charged on ten counts of corruptions and sodomy.
She threw the Times over the table to the couch opposite.
"Asshole", breathed Marinah. Some people just don't cover up
their tails leaving telltale signs all over the place. Sex scandals,
sodomy, incest and the likes are no big deals to her. She has experienced
them since she was 14. 
She leaned back her luxurious executive couch on the eightieth
floor of the brand new, gleaming Petronas Twin Tower in Kuala Lumpur,
swivelled the couch to face the window that framed the famous skyline of
metropolitan city of Kuala Lumpur and focused on her penthouse in Trivolla
in Petaling Jaya, 20 km out of the city, where she lived. This completely
furnished luxurious apartment with he best view, was given to her by
Boonchai, the company's accountant, when she audited his books and could
not account for the missing 6 million Malaysian dollars. She remembered
how arrogant this Boonchai was when she queried him on the unaccounted
special expenditure for the year 1997. 
"Ask Tan Sri Nohar, the chairman, I follow orders"
"All right, Boon, I will, but before I do that, remember you are
the chartered accountant and are legally responsible for the missing
money, not the chairman. I give you up to 4 PM today", and left.
At the age of 27, Marinah is Petronas maverick Chief Internal
Auditor renowned for her uncanny capability to unravel secret accounts,
unexplainable expenditures of high officials to donations, sponsorship of
organizations, unscheduled overseas expenses...... nothing escaped her dark
eyes.

Standing at 5 ft 4 inches, 120 lbs, vital stats of 36-32-35, she
loomed higher than the tallest tower in the world on those caught
doctoring the finances of the company. She looked down at her slim sleek
pair of legs which had fallen many men and kicked loose her 5 inch spiked
high heel pumps, one of the hundreds of shoes, given her by her victims. 
She is neat,she is smart, she is Machiavellian. 

She is a sex maniac.


She glanced towards the High Court. The time is 10.00 a.m. Anhar is
due to be grilled at the stand today. 

The handphone beeped. 

"Yes?"

"Marinah? Something urgent has cropped up. I need to go to Berne
tomorrow. can I see you tonight? My chauffeur will pick you up at the
basement at 7 P.M. tonight. Will that be ok?"

"OK"

Marinah clipped off the phone and wondered what numbered account
this Wahab is opening at the Swiss bank this time. Every time he went 
overseas, he called her. 

She rose and walked towards her Louis Vuitton valise and examined the
content. He will need some or all of these tonight. She then opened the
closet, scanned through the clothes, and smiled. 

Her fax machine began spewing out meters of texts and figures. Her
diagonal reading spotted the discrepencies in the figures compared to the
memorandum. She punched a few numbers, gave instructions, faxed back a few
queries, and was about to make herself a cup of coffee when the fax
machine again spewed out more information. The bosses marvelled her inside
knowledge. She had her methods. Time to get busy. A few heads will roll.

Marinah scanned through the two faxes, reading in parallel, dark 
eyes fleeting between the two intestines of data; circled a few figures, 
question marks, exclamation marks, arrows.

She then passed the two faxes through the scanner, saved to her
computer and began to scroll, cut and paste, compared the figures on two 
windows, recalled some data from the company database, called up her own 
self programmed data analysis module and set the machine to run at 600mhz.
She is one of the few in the company who has access to the company's
innermost data online. The analysis took some time. She had a lot of time
--the victims did not.

She walked over to the closet again, selected the outfits and
packed them into the valise, snap closed and locked the valise with her 
infra red coder which doubled as a cellular telephone, beeper, decoder and 
stun gun which could deliver 30 000 volts, knocking out a person instantly. 
She had no need for the gun so far. 

The computer beeped completion of the data analysis. Marinah sat
scrolling down the data, analyzing the machine analysis. The machine 
reported nothing abnormal detected. She smiled. The thief or thieves were 
getting smarter. They beat the machine. She recalled a few sets of data and
set up the multi level randomized SQL which signalled to her that that
query would take 18 hours. She set the machine to analyze using javascripts
and algols and the blinding analysis was completed in two hours. The
printer purred out the hard copy 5 fans long. She whipped it off the printer
and 
started to scan the final data. As she zoomed down the lines, her dark eyes
widened, startled, and when she reached the end of the pages she sat back 
and smiled. Going back to the computer, she encrypted the last analysis 
using her own designed encryption method which beat the USA NASA encryption
protocol. She committed the hard copy to her photographic memory, double 
shredded the printout to millions of pieces, one millimeter square.

She sat on her couch and swivelled to the skyline again, thinking, 
analyzing some facts the machine cannot tell her. Why should the company 
bail out the banks? Why are there so many non performing loans (NPL) and
why are the borrowers not paying up? Who are the borrowers? The national 
petroleum company, Petronas, pumping out 1 million dollars a day 
- free petrodollars- is reporting a deficit for the year 2000? 

Hmm, interesting.

She picked up the phone and put it back again. Ask no questions 
and you get no lies.

She connected up to the internet, bypassing Measat, the national 
satellite, keyed in the queries in algols and waited. The screen blinked,
blacked out to a cursor. She punched in her ID. Slowly the screen scrolled 
down strings of gibberish of 0's and 1's, which only she could understand. 
She flipped down the monitor radiation screen, which doubled as a decoder. 
Outsiders will see the screen showing normal company data while the 
downloading is working in the background. In fact nobody ever came 
into her office. The decoder screen is for the benefit of the company 
in house security cameras. 
The computer beeped signalling the end of the download.
She sent the data to printer and it purred out 5 fans of informations
in 0's and 1's. 

She sat back to read the printout like reading newspaper and
chuckled. The heads were counted. They will roll. This time the printout 
was shredded once. Nobody here knew how to read this anyway. heh heh.

She looked up the clock... Time for lunch. She wiggled into her
pumps. adjusted her sarong kebaya and left the room. She skipped the bank 
of elevators into the private one exclusively for senior officers. Since
the elevator did not stop at each floor the deceleration had been fatal to 
many heart cases. To Marinah this sudden force of falling acted as a 
stimulus to her. She passed the huge ground floor plaza to a quiet dining 
room at the back, ordered her usual hamburger, and carrot juice. The regular 
crowd of senior officers looked at her lunch and wondered why she ate such 
small lunches and many had thought of offering her lunch, but dared not. 
She finished her lunch in ten minutes and left the building, hailed a taxi 
to the jujitsu dojo at Jalan Masjid India. 

At 2.30 she was back at her desk to see another 5 meters of faxes
which she expected this morning. She went through the encrypted faxes,
nodded her head and shredded the faxes. 

Her personal secretary intercomed in that the weekly budget
expenditure meeting was on at 3 pm. She replied she was busy. After 
attending 3 of these meetings, Marinah concluded that this meeting 
was just a sideshow and was a waste of her time. 

She went through the days routine files and her minutes to the
staff were: reply suitably, kiv one week, or nfa (no further actions); 
tossed the lot into the out tray and pressed the button. The files were 
removed.

Marinah glanced at the clock, 4 pm.... time to hook up with 
Wall street..... Hmm.... very interesting.......

By the time she had finished surfing she flipped to Wall Street
again for the afternoon reading. As she expected, the screen had turned
three quarter red. The staff had gone one hour ago. She punched a few keys
on her remote controller. The bath was turned on, set for 27 degrees
centigrade, and auto cut off. The fluctuating colors of the screen 
signalled danger and she felt a usual stirring in her groins. 
She excelled in danger.

Kicking off her pumps, she walked barefoot across the wall-to-wall
carpeted office to the bathroom. She wiggled out of her sarong kebaya, 
removed her bras and panty and examined herself in front of the full 
length mirror. Firm succulent breasts jutting out defiantly, solid butts
like two scoops of icecreams stuck together, long slim legs that appeared
to stretch from toes to her breasts. She examined her pouting lips closely
and found no injury from this afternoon's jujitsu combat.

She eased herself into the warm bath, leaned back on the head 
rest and slowly her hand went to her clit. She woke up exactly one hour
fresh, relaxed and vibrant. She turned on a sudden blast of cold water
tightening her body and felt her clit harden again. What a nice feeling.

She stepped out of the bath, and walked naked to the closet
in the office, selected the leather outfit, with cut out bra, black 5 inch
heel boots which covered up to her thighs. Marinah then put a fresh 
sarong kebaya over her outfit, left the office with the valise, for 
the elevator to the basement and stepped into the awaiting latest 
mercedes e 280 series.

All company directors are given the latest mercedes.

"Hamzah, turn up the air conditioning, it is too warm in here"
Marinah told the driver. As the black limousine zipped through the 
basement up to the ground floor, the street light cast a silhouette 
of the driver. This driver has a face of a roasted pig, thought Marinah.

The car reached the basement of the hotel. Marinah took 
the elevator to the sixth floor restaurant, Suasa on the Sixth. 

"Miss Marinah, Good evening, Tan Sri Wahab is waiting " and the
captain led her to a dimmed private dining room. 

Wahab rose, "thank you, Marinah for coming. I have ordered your
favorite cuisine. Would you like to have some others tonight?"

Instantly the captain produced the menu to Marinah. She viewed at
the menu ordered, turned the pages and noticed Wahab was starring at her
nipples below the thin native blouse.

" I think what you have ordered is excellent for me tonight, thank 
you very much, Wahab."

"you are most welcome, my dear", Wahab beamed at the nipples.

"That will be all" Wahab told the captain, "serve the dinner
please"

They ate their six course dinner while Wahab spoke at low tone
on the reasons for going to Berne so urgently tomorrow. He complemented on
her beauty tonight. He spoke about the present financial situation in the
country and also about his problems with his four wives and children.

Marinah listened politely, smiled and laughed infectiously at Wahab
as if he was telling her lots of jokes. 

Walls have ears.

When Wahab eats, the captain never sleeps

When dinner was finished, Wahab brought out his usual cigar. The 
captain instantly offered to prepare the cigar and lit it for Wahab. 

"I hope you don't mind my cigar, Marinah, I know you don't smoke"

"Not at all, Wahab, you enjoy yourself,"smiled Marinah. That
fucking cigar is going up your ass tonight.

The cigar relaxed Wahab. He began to detail to Marinah the recent 
scandals in town, the coming financial market collapse, the current
political scene and his opinions on them. Marinah listened politely but 
intently, smiling all the time and responded to each of his serious 
opinion with peels of infectious laughter. The captain and waiters 
were caught up with Marinah's laughter and smiled happily along,
hearing nothing.

The dessert came and gone.

Finally, Wahab got up, took the chair for Marinah and said to the 
captain,"congratulations to the chef and the staff"

"Thank you, Tan Sri"

The limousine waited purring at the basement elevator door. The
couple stepped in and Wahab told the pig, "Astoria Penthouse", one of the 
many penthouses owned by the merchant bank of which Wahab is the managing 
director.

Wahab pressed a button and the one way glass partition rose,
separating the driver from the passenger behind. Wahab slid his hand to 
Marinah's thigh and her clit tightened.

Astoria loomed in front and the merc went through the gate, past
the fountain, and right to the elevator door. Marinah picked her valise
and followed Wahab to the penthouse. Wahab closed the door of the luxurious
penthouse with a great view of Paintai and Bangsar. Marinah lashed out
a stunning reverse neck blow to Wahab and as he collapsed on Marinah's
back, she sent him with a fireman's throw, somersaulting onto the couch 
nearby. The penthouse maid discretely drew the curtains and reclused to her
quarters, knowing and seeing nothing.

Marinah walked to the bedroom, removed her sarong kebaya and looked
at the full size mirror. She looked stunning in her black leather jacket
with protruding breasts, leather pants with the crotch opened and the 
all glorious pair of thigh high boots. She opened her valise, slipped on 
the spiked wrist bands, spiked neck cuff, clipped on the spurs to her 
boots and her renowned dick strangler to her waist. 

She filled the good old rubber water bottle with warm water,
connect it to a tubing and bakelite canula. Leather tongs, lashes,
cat-o-nine tail, ball crusher, acupuncture needles, electric wires,
canulas........ 
wait she forgot the mouth gag. She looked in the bathroom but cant find 
any sponge; insulating tape is too messy. She walked to the kitchen fridge,
removed a tray of ice cubes, still thinking of the gag...........ah!.. 
a large duck egg will do. She needdled a hole in the egg and cooked 
it rock hard in the microwave.

Now to work on this faggot.

When Marinah entered the living room, Wahab had recovered from 
the blow.

"Darling, what is that for?"

"Shut up, faggot, strip !"

Wahab got up from the couch and pleaded to Marinah.

Marinah continued walking to the bathroom. Wahab followed pleading.
At the bedroom, Marinah jabbed the leather tong at Wahab's solar plexus
at the same time pushing the duck egg into his mouth. That stopped the 
faggot's howling. Marinah is renowned to be the only female bdsm expert 
in Kuala Lumpur. She could bdsm execute anyone and nobody can hear 
a sound from the disciplined.

Marinah was amused that the duck egg she selected was big enough
to gag him and not too small for him to dislodge it himself. Now that 
Wahab is speechless, she had to see his body language to her questions.

She approached Wahab. "You want me, don't you, baby?"
She continued to gyrate her body at Wahab, near enough to tantalize
but too far for him to touch. 
"Now, take your clothes off, and you can have me."

He rushed at her to grab her boobs. She sidestepped, turned,
tripped him and delivered a sharp crack of the leather tong to 
his ass as he fell onto the bed.

Not every bdsm slave is the same to be tortured or tormented
in the same manner. The slave can only reached orgasm when he is
stimulated to his tolerated ideal extreme. The torture can be physical or 
psychological. The aim of bdsm is to assist the slave to reach his goal,
orgasm, by subjecting him to such extrasensory stimuli which vary from 
person to person. Marinah knew very well this Wahab case. 	

Wahab has a complex on his dick, which he thinks is too small.
He can only fuck his wife in the dark. His wife must suck his cock
to get it up. He will never do oral on his wife but strangely enough,
he will do it to his master if he is tormented ideally enough by way of 
challenging his intelligence. His continuous boasting of what he knew of 
the local market at dinner confirmed this. He responds to titillating 
violence. So such disciplines like tying up, nailing the hands to the 
floor, would not work. 

Wahab was pounding the bed trying to get the egg out of his 
mouth. 

"You want the egg off the mouth?"
He nodded his head
"Then remove your clothes."
Wahab protested with hands waving on the bed.

Another sharp crack on his pants. He jerked. Crack.....
crack................. crack..........
Marinah noticed that he was enjoying the titillating whipping.
She continued and Wahab jerked his dick into the mattress. One more crack
and as the body arched upwards, Marinah turned the body face upwards and 
noticed that his dick was stretching against his pants.

"Well, now, young man, your dick is getting bigger. Let me 
have a look"

Wahab waved his hands in protest......... crack this time 
the leather straps landed on the dick and he covered it as if in pain.

Marinah knew it was not painful. This fucking old man is enjoying 
the whipping. faggot.

One crack on the left foot and the Balley shoe flew out. Another
one to the right.

Marinah stroke the straps over the dick saying the dick is getting
bigger. This went on for quite a while till the dick was largest. She gave 
a sharp painful crack to the dick and Wahab doubled up in foetal position.

"You want to fuck, Wahab? Then strip"

Wahab laid silent. Marinah knew he was angry for letting his 
dick down. The whole aim of this bdsm treatment on Wahab was to let him
get his best orgasm through his tolerable ideal stimulation. It would
be plain easy to let him come easily but he would not be satisfied. When
this faggot reached orgasm, he should be totally exhausted.

Marinah walked over to the window and scanned the skyline of the 
neighborhood. It was a great sight, orange from the nearby apartment blocks
and fluorescent white at the Damansara side. 

Wahab turned to watch Marinah. She knew that. She turned to look
directly away from him so that her tight ass on top of the slim legs
are facing him. She opened her legs, elbow on the railing and bent 
forward to the window allowing the skylinght to trace out her subtle body 
to Wahab. Marinah gyrated from one leg to another watching the cars
below.

Slowly Wahab reached his hand into his dick and began to masturbate
to a rock hard cock. Silently he got out of bed and crept behind Marinah
whose legs were apart and her cunt line glowing pink against the leather
pants. Wahab grabbed her ass and shoved his cock forward into Marinah.


Wahab threw up his hands and arched backwards in pain, trying in
vain, to get away from Marinah.

Standing on a 5 inch boots Marinah was taller than Wahab. She had
looped over her belt and between the legs two innocent cords, criss-
crossed twice. Wahab's dick went into one of the loops and as Marinah 
straightened her body, the double crissed loop moved in like a double 
guillotine on the cock. Marinah bent forward again, releasing the
enstrangled cock and walked for the tray of ice cubes. Wahab fell back 
onto the bed holding to his strangulated shrunken cock.

"Poor baby, you rammed your cock into my leather strap again",
said Marinah as she sat next to him running one ice cube up and down his 
receding shaft. Marinah noticed that the cock had become shorter than
she saw last time. "Wahab, didn't you contact Icqman about enlarging
the size of your cock? I gave you his number. "

At the fifth ice cube, Wahab's pants was drenched and he 
automatically got up and took it off. His mother taught him that wet
clothes are unclean.

Marinah lay on the bed with her legs wide open and boobs jutting
up, while Wahab took off his pants and trousers. Wahab watched Marinah's
glistening cunt while she rolled her nipples. Marinah knew there was no 
way Wahab could fuck her as he was on ice. She turned over her body arched 
up her ass and stretched like a cat on the bed. There was no danger of 
attack from a shrunken cock. I will rest for a while till his cock warm up.

She slept

Marinah was woken by Wahab pointing to his mouth and the duck
egg. Yes, by now, the jaw muscles were stretched and any sound from him
would not be audible. She pried the jaws wider and egg dropped out to the
bed.

She touched his cock. It was still cold. She jumped to the bathroom
and returned with the rubber bottle warmer. She laid the warmer on the
penis while one hand massaged his balls. 

Wahab stretched to the bed head and poured himself half glass of 
whiskey. He knew Marinah did not drink. Marinah continued to massage his
balls and the whiskey slowly warmed him too.

Her finger went up the crack of his ass and he tensed and relaxed
to the pulsating finger around his spinchter and then the anus itself. 
Marinah guided the anal canula up the hole while she continued pulsating 
on the anal ring. Wahab's greatest orgasm is when his prostrate gland is 
massaged. but that faggot did not know that. By the time Wahab had finished 
his whiskey Marinah had the canula up to the prostrate gland and noticed his
cock was getting bigger. 

Slowly Marinah turned the stop cock to allow the warm water up
the anus and saw the cock beginning to rise. Wahab grasped one of her
nipples and began to lick. 

"Wahab, why are you taking so much money to Switzerland?," as she
turned more warm water up the rectum and rotated the canula on the
prostrate.

Wahab told about the banks collapsing, the reason of non performing loans,
the crashing of Asia currencies, the national bank investigating
into the ailing banks, the coming of the IMF, uprising in Indonesia,
the coming election, the sacking of the bank directors and he was one
of them.

"You know my account number there?"

"Yes"

"And you deposit into that account?"

Marinah sensed the hesitation and suddenly turned the canula
towards the spine. Wahab arched backwards from the pain. Three more flashes 
of pain went up Wahab's spine. 

The warm water gathered speed up the anus as Marinah stroke up
Wahab's shaft and the forefinger anchoring against the neck of the shaft.
The cock rose to its greatest height of near orgasm as the warm water 
drained back into the bottle. Marinah slammed her knee on the bottle 
and the water shot back into the anus and Wahab's eyes widened. The orgasm
was interrupted. This was repeated five more times, each time, Wahab's 
heightened near orgasm reached unbearable limit, but everytime interupted.

Marinah was about to deliver the 6th blow with her knee, when
Wahab said,

"Yes, yes, yes !!"


Marinah this time turned the canula pressing fully on the 
prostrate and kept the fingers vibrating on the head.

Wahab gave a long loud wail as the cum spilled onto the bed.
Wahab finally came five months since he called Marinah. His whole body
spent, he collapsed to sleep.

Marinah packed up her equipment and stepped into the long 
warm bath. One hour later she changed back to her sarong kebaya and left
the bedroom with Wahab holding a duck egg.

When she reached the door, Wahab called out from the bedroom,

"Marinah, your account",

"I will see Icqman in Berne".


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