Katie O'Brien, once more an up and coming journalist, on the brink of a distinguished career,  awoke on the morning of her return to work and saw the sun pouring into her bedroom.   She had enjoyed  ten days of recuperation following her ordeal in Central Asia and was now ready to return to the fray.

I will not bore the reader by repeating at length her experiences  in a distant, untamed, primitive, savage and unforgiving  land ( I could go on like that for ever!).   She had accidentally locked herself out of her hotel room  after a wild party in the bar some hours earlier,  and been unlucky enough to have been spotted by a jealous colleague, who had then bribed a corrupt police captain to have her arrested and chained in the yard of his police station for over a month, naked and exposed to the cold of the night and the heat of the day, all the while being secretly filmed so that her humiliation might one day amuse a wider public.

As she gradually emerged from a wonderful, heavenly dream in which she had been slowly and methodically flaying Charlie Ford alive with a blunt and rusty penknife, her mind looked happily forward to the prospect of her return to her duties in that luxurious working environment which her precocious young talent had earned her.

She cast off the flimsy sheet that was all she semed to need for night-time covering nowadays (do I even need that?) and stretched her naked body, abandoning  herself to the blissful enjoyment of being twenty four years old and totally - but TOTALLY - fit and healthy.

She sat before the mirror and contemplated herself.  Still that hair on her legs!  Still the unshaven armpits!  Must get them seen to - I suppose!  Oh I don't know.  Got to like the wild look, somehow!!

Into the shower.  She pulled on the cord to switch on the power..... and pulled again to switch it off.  She  turned the control and immediately a douche of ice-cold water poured over her. " !!!!!!!!!!!!! Yikes!!  AM I MAD??!! NO!NO!NO! A THOUSAND THOUSAND MILLION BLOODY TIMES NO!! "  She gloried  and exulted and rejoiced in the lovely, lovely, splendid icy cold as it washed over her and stimulated  every nerve ending and ate  greedily into that lusty young body  .  A pink mist appeared before her eyes - a savage frenzied  throbbing seized her between her thighs. Her hands moved to touch her pulsating womanhood.  "GET OFF ME,  ME DISGUSTING BITCH ME!!" LEAVE  ME ALONE CAN'T ME,
ME DISGUSTING COW!!! AHHHH!!!"

(Some people take cold showers to calm themselves!!  This is a different kind of lady.
 

After ten minutes, she heaved herself out of the shower and turned it off .  She was shaking from head to toe, but not with cold (she had never felt so hot since, all those years ago,  her fellow fifteen-year-old Tommy Smithers had persuaded her to go with him behind the.....(CENSORED!!!).

Recovered after a few minutes, Katie staggered in to the lobby and picked up from the mat,  the letters which had just arrived.

A few bills and the usual junk mail and...........THE ENVELOPE!!!! THE BLACKMAIL PHOTOS!!

It was just as she had pictured it, that envelope.  Buff and plain and bulky and full  of hidden menace. Her troubles were not over just yet awhile!

Seated at her dining room table she opened the long expected and long dreaded communication scattering the photos over the tablecloth.  Looking through them she was attracted to one picture over all the others.

 Many years ago she had seen, and yawned her way through , some tacky, gross and stupid  movie about a savage Barbarian Princess, some sort of Amazon Queen, who had been captured and then spent quite a large portion of the movie chained in much the same way as Katie had been in that awful yard.  This lady had employed all her limited thespian talents continually to  breathe her untamed, savage defiance of her captors. She had crouched on the ground  on all fours in a variety of poses.  Her whole body had expressed its savage defiance of  her tormentors  to do their evil worst.  This was an untamed, proud and noble Amazon Queen!

One difference!  One very important difference!  The untamed, savage princess in the long-forgotten  (and very deservedly forgotten ) movie had at least been allowed the luxury of one item of clothing, in the shape of a piece of chamois leather which had (up to a point) concealed her ass and other secret place from view.  Katie, of course, had not been granted even this slight protection for her maidenly  modesty, and her PUSSY  had been allowed to make its own valuable contribution to her demonstration of wild, untamed  defiance.  She did not doubt that her ASS, on the blind side of the camera was doing ITS defiant best as well.  There was, she soon discovered ,  another picture, which DID show her proud untamed posterior.  Bliss!!

If  they decided to do a remake of this movie, Katie decided, she would apply for the part herself!  She would certainly need another job if these pictures ever got out!!

It needs to be said that this had by no means been the most utterly crap movie that Katie ever had seen in her whole life!   She had an unwilling  fascination with cheap  sexploition rubbish - her one weakness.

Other photos were less flattering.  It is difficult to look noble and defiant and untamed  and savage and full of majestic rage when one is spluttering and gasping under the impact of a high pressure hose!  Oh SHIT - these would be the pictures that people would get to see.   Sure as fate, they would be.

And then there were the photos of her asleep in the heat of the day!! "If only I had kept my legs together!"

One other set of pictures she particularly identified as a likely source of extreme, mega , big-time, ultimate!  EMBARRASSMENT!!

 "Well,  it WAS itching", she thought ,  " It was killing me!  I just had to bloody well scratch it!"

Finally she pulled herself together*.

Time to get to work.  Time for revenge.

Charlie Ford, on the other hand,  was plotting even more horrors for his hated rival.