Max needed me in the Congo.
'We have a problem, Houston,' he said.
I was on the next government-owned plane.
I was lean and mean and knew that hardcore violence only made our Big Tit Inc more formidable.
'Eliminate him, and humiliate her,' is all he said.
I knew what he was talking about.
No line was safe.
'I'll contact you with a photo uploaded on Line,' I said.
'Make it a headshot,' said Max.
That was the code word for decapitation.
A rebel for the Fake Refugees was recently deported from Australia.
His paperwork was fudged by the UNHCR who kept on telling everyone who had black skin, that Australia was the 'PROMISE LAND!"
The Australian government wanted to recoup its losses.
Congo Bongo had been on government benefits for over eight years now.
And the woman he was supporting, from Kenya, was sponging off him and trying to get permanent residency under religious and political persecution.
A good friend of mine, I won't tell you who, ended up calling the Minister of Immigration to speak about this case, since he heard nothing from them after tipping off the Kenyan girl twice.
She came over as a student.
She paid off her airfare by doing tricks and treats.
Her pimp met her at the library every day and she screwed about five white guys a day.
The Africans first sent their black whores to Thailand.
But it was everyone's dreams, even the human traffickers,to send them to Australia, where the Africans could get away with blue fucking murder and fuck themselves to the jackpot.
The Australian government knew she was from Nairobi, but they sent her with Congo Bongo to Kinshasha on a government charter plane.
Australia had to send out a strong message.
You don't threaten to cut off someone's head over a little domestic issue.
I found him.
'Hi Bongo,' I said.
He was living at the rubbish tip.
He looked skinny.
The good life in Australia was far behind him.
'What is your mission,' he said.
This.
His Kenyan whore was in the shack made from cardboard, breaking down coal with a stone,to use as toothpaste.
The fucking primitive.
I pulled out a machete.
And I swiped at his neck.
Until his head fell off.
The blood didn't worry me, as I turned his spurting neck towards the Kenyan, and she got most of the drenching.
Then I pulled off his head attached to a few sinews.
'Now kiss him,' I said to the whore, while holding the head in front of her.
I pulled out my iPhone and took a snap and sent it to my boss.
But before I took it, I took out my cock and fucked the Bongo lips, with my cock coming out of his neck.
There's always a first, I thought.
The only humiliation guys like these knew was skull fucking.
'Great shot, I'll wank over this for the next week,' said my boss.
I was getting nasty.
Being nice would only get you beheaded.
