Yakuza Snuffbabes by Llabmik
Chapter 1 - Snuff Lords
The hard-eyed, heavily tattooed Japanese gangsters watched the naked
American beauties scream hard and high as they were gutted like fish. When the
video had finished, all agreed that their latest snuff film was an artistic
triumph and, better, a real money-maker.
Yakuza Crimson Dragon Productions had no problems with their international
distribution. Screaming was a universal language, no dubbing necessary. Their
problems were on the production end. Recent legislation in Japan was making it
more difficult for the Yakuza (a Japanese criminal brotherhood more tightly
organized than the Mafia) to smuggle in American beauties to star in their snuff
films.
Gathered together in the Oyabun's country house set atop a cliff overlooking
the Pacific near the Atami hot springs fifty miles southwest of Yokahama, the
Oyabun and his Kobun confronted the vexing problem. The assembled Kobun, senior
henchmen, looked respectfully at the Oyabun, their leader, observing him closely
so that they could emulate his successful style. This behaviour was called
itsukimi, watching the fox.
"What shall we do about the new legislation, Oyabun-san?"
Calmness, firmness and decisiveness are the keys to leadership. The Oyabun
believed in achieving calmness and making a decision within seven breaths. This
one only took three and was his usual bold master-stroke.
"If the scream nookie and snuffmeat cannot come to us, we will come to them!
The troublesome legislation is a domestic political issue, but it will take time
to resolve. There is no reason that this should affect our cashflow. While we
deal with this domestic issue, we outfit a large, luxury yacht as a floating
film-making studio and send it on a tour of the west coast of North America,
filming as we go, pretending to be wealthy Japanese businessmen taking a
pleasant holiday. I will supervise this opening up of new territory myself!"
The assembled Yakuza nodded as the Oyabun continued.
"Nobody will be suspicious. Everybody knows about the Japanese obsession
with cameras and taking pictures! Market research has revealed that our patrons
like seeing a white American beauty shreiking her lungs out. White skin shows
welts beautifully, they blush quite nicely, their erect pink nipples photograph
well and the soft North American lifestyle makes them delightfully tender and
exquisitely sensitive to torment. Besides, it would be unpatriotic to torture
innocent Japanese women!"
The assembled Kobun nodded. Kobun Kao was happy to be able to contribute to
this bold initiative.
"I have an American contact named Helmut. He offered to supply us some prime
snuffmeat if we could take care of a little problem for his sister. He is a
pirate and occasionally runs across some good stuff while liberating a ship from
it's crew! That should get us started, priming the well, so to speak. This
sounds like an ideal plan. No need to lure our victims a long distance. No need
to smuggle them into Japan. Disposal of the bodies is no problem. The sharks are
always hungry! Truly inspired, Oyabun!"
