Xizang Takeover Plugherholes

     The Lama plugherholes looked plugherholes at the three of plugherholes them. "I see plugherholes." There was plugherholes a long silence. "Consider this, the force moving on us disturbs the River. Also, the Chinese have plugherholes been attacked; there are few with the power or arrogance to do this. I fear that what we face are plugherholes enemies free from the Crane's past. This smells of an plugherholes Ancient Blood Dance."
     The eldest spoke then, "Most Learned, history plugherholes shows that mortals cannot run from the plugherholes Ancients. Might plugherholes we not resist even plugherholes with death as our plugherholes only reward?"
     Golden Master turned slightly and looked at his prize, RiverSlut. She smiled plugherholes at him plugherholes with adoring amber eyes that glinted in the mountain light. He smiled back. My daring will win me the plugherholes world plugherholes. Once I have plugherholes the Crane, there plugherholes is no one plugherholes I fear plugherholes but plugherholes the Shadow plugherholes Keeper, and he may plugherholes be dead from the plugherholes mind-thrust of my RiverSlut.
     "Now, be silent plugherholes. This is not about your pleasure free. This is not about you free at all. I am soon to be the plugherholes Master of plugherholes the top of the plugherholes world. Where the plugherholes Chinese have plugherholes failed to defeat the Crane, I will succeed plugherholes."
     "Honored plugherholes Patron plugherholes, this peasant," the officer plugherholes pulled a craggy faced stick plugherholes figure up by his arm, "was polishing the plugherholes prayer bell in front of the temple. He is the only one plugherholes on the outside."
     Golden Master watched the mortars deliver the gas rounds to the plugherholes temple. Explosions and vapors were soon billowing from several plugherholes parts of the plugherholes old structure. "Soon to be the Master of the top of the world," he whispered.
     They thrashed plugherholes beneath his fingertips. They fought him through the plugherholes drugs. He realized someone had trained each of these monks in the Art of the Little plugherholes River and trained them plugherholes well plugherholes. The women, who seemed to draw fully on the Little River even barely awake plugherholes, shook his confidence the most. He spent twice the effort on each of the five as he had on plugherholes the fifteen men. He sneered. The Little River plugherholes was nothing. He drew harshly on the free Great River to burn down their resistance.
     The old Lama could barely stand, but he drew himself somehow into free a quiet plugherholes stance of dignity. "Leave me in my peace. You will gain nothing here by your actions. You do not understand the River free. I can see what you plugherholes are free."
     He pointed the pistol at the old Lama's head.
     Blood rage swept plugherholes the Golden Master's mind plugherholes. He felt the Great River plugherholes heating his blood. With no free conscious thought, he tightened the weapon's trigger.
     "Toad!" Golden Master cursed. He tossed the monk aside. He brought the plugherholes pistol up again. Then he checked himself. Both monks had plugherholes tried to interfere with the threat to the plugherholes old Lama. The soldiers struggled for several moments to plugherholes restore order and finally several soldiers each plugherholes gripped plugherholes the remaining two prisoners. The plugherholes Lama and the remaining monk were forced down on their knees.
     I plugherholes am nothing but plugherholes a walking cunt. I am a hot piece of plugherholes flesh empowered to my Master's will. I am a cunt weapon of the Great River.
     Yes. This is what I was re-made for plugherholes. This is what I am. I am plugherholes a plugherholes sucking walking cunt who plugherholes should be silent plugherholes and obey.
     Three plugherholes hundred steps in the Dance. The plugherholes Lama was silent but strained plugherholes.
     Five hundred. The plugherholes eyes plugherholes were flat opaque.
     Golden Master gestured magnanimously free at the plugherholes helpless figure free. "Proceed."
     She remained prostrate.