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The Federal Bureau of Moral Integrity

Written by Uncle Buck

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Perhaps the girls were right ... Maybe she was over reacting ...

And getting herself all nerved up over what amounted to nothing at all ...
But who were they to talk?
They could walk away from this affair anytime they wanted!

After all was said and done ...
She was the one who had received the notice from the Federal Bureau of Moral Integrity!
Not them!
But Petra did have to admit that she was somewhat more secure since Fawn had agreed to act as her body-guard posted
where she had taken up her post outside on the patio ...

Now ... If she could only quit worrying and just relax!

The Federal Bureau of Moral Integrity had come into existence some time after the passage of that all-encompassing
Homeland Security Act ...

A piece of legislation that seemed to cover about anything and everything but that from which it took its name ...
One of their first mandates had been to clean up the Internet!

This they determined could be accomplished by cracking down on what the Powers That Be deemed to be the
pornographic material that was distributed by way of the web network.
The Bureau's first move had been to strike the internet purveyors where it would hurt them the most ...
In the pocketbook!

It was suggested to the internet credit card providers that should they wish to continue having money available to them at 2 % -
which they could then advance at the going rates of 18-24 % ...

That it would perhaps be in their own bests to strike certain undesirable elements
from their lists of costumers to whom they offered their services ...
This technique was quite effective at first and it did serve to thin the ranks of the internet sex industry to an extent.

The overseas markets were dampened the most as at first there existed no convenient medium of monetary exchange ...
But personal checks and snail mail made it possible for a few of the member sites to survive.
Though it was admittedly slower, business transactions still took place and it proved that these memberships were not quite the impulse purchases that the internet credit card providers had assumed them to be ...

And so, though admitedly fewer in number, the small producers carried on ...

It was then that the Federal Bureal of Moral Integrity began to play rough ...
Nikki McFadden was a lissome gal who operated a web site the main feature of which were her own natural physical assets ...

She had to certain extent managed to weather the financial crisis when the Federal Bureau had initiated the first assault on the internet adult industry by way of the credit card ploy ...

Nikki was what one would call a survivor ...
But there was little hope that she would survive after taking several slugs in the chest!
This elimination process was no small undertaking ...
The woman who chose to expose themselves could be -
and often were -
everywhere and anywhere that access to the internet could be found.

For this reason, if for no other, Nikki's killing gained little in the way of publicity other than locally
and no one had any real idea that the Federal Bureal of Moral Integrity had played any part in her murder ...
By the time Nikki McFadden was killed, Petra had heard by way of the grapevine that the Federal Bureau of Moral Intergrity
was the group likely responsible for her murder.

In fact, it seemed that for a considerable length of time the message boards around the internet community had been full of little else other than rumors of the FBMI and what their next moves may be ...

But it wasn't until Dayna Dylan was gunned down that Petra wars certain!
Dayna owned and operated what she called a Sex Therapy Site on the internet.
Somewhat more blatant in her promotion than any Escort Service, Dayna was willing to travel to interview her clients.

Dayna was usually quite careful and performed a certain amount of research before agreeing to meet any potential client in person.
But somehow, an agent from the Federal Bureau of Moral Integrity managed to pass muster ...

Whether their interview came to its logical conclusion or not was never made public ...
But the Sex Therapist took at least two slugs in the chest ...


Before the shooter really opened up to pump what must have been most of a full clip into his victim's heaving body ...

Several entries on the message boards advanced the opinion that this overkill technique was often employed by agents of the Federal Bureau of Moral Integrity in and effort to make it appear as though the killings were the work of thrill seekers rather than a professional hit ...

For her part, Petra had no idea whether there was any validity to any of the conjectures she read on the message board ...
But when Dayna Dylan was murdered, Petra decided that she wanted some protection
and that was when she had hired Fawn Farmington as a body guard.

Hey! If nothing else, Fawn could take one in the chest before they could draw a bead on Petra! Right?
Thus far we have noted that the Federal Bureau of Moral Integrity was formed some time after the enactment of the
Homeland Security Act.

Charged in part with ridding the Internet of its undesirable elements,
the Bureau's first order of business was to deny access to credit card purchases to those sites whose content fell into certain
broadly defined categories.

For those purveyors who managed to survive this ploy, a more direct approach was to be pursued ...
This course was one of extreme prejudice - which is when the killing began ...

Nikki McFadden was gunned down in what was reportedly a hunting accident ...
And that official conclusion was issued after the Medical Examiner on the scene had determined
that the woman must have been knocked down some time before she was "accidently" shot through her left nipple!
This reporter cannot help but retain a healthy skepticism!
And then came the unsolved murder of Dayna Dylan ...

Ms Dylan had billed herself as a "Sex Therapist" and the word out on the street was that she had been killed by a less than completely satisfied customer ...
Petra Ross had been irritated enough when the loss of her credit card provider threatened to put her
Tits and Ass site out of business.

Having the Federal Bureau of Moral Integrity go after the snuff sites was one thing ...
Hell ...
Those guys were all a bunch of perverts anyway!
But now the Feds had set their sites on any woman who dared expose her nipples and that,
or so it seemed to Petra was carrying things a bit too far!

And now there had been the killings of these two women who had owned and operated businesses on the web!
Petra didn't believe the phony stories that had been released to the press ...
Not for a minute!
And then she had been served notice by way of a personal email that came form a reliable source
that stated that she had been targeted by the FBMI!

That was when Petra had engaged Fawn Farmington to act as a personal body guard ...
Petra Ross had no real intention of taking a bullet in the chest if it could be avoided!
Not if she could help it!
That might be all well and good for some of them!
But not her!
No sir!
That's what the other women were for!
On the patio outside Petra's window where she had stationed herself,
Fawn Farmington found that she couldn't take the business of government assassins very seriously.
As a matter of fact Fawn thought the entire affair rather silly!

Petra was worrying herslf sick over nothing!
What if a few women in the business had gotten themselves snuffed one way or another?
It didn't mean that she would, did it?
But what the heck!
Fawn was getting paid to do little more than sit out here and work on her tan!

But somewhere out beyond Fawn Farmington's line of vision, a sniper was busily sighting a muffled rifle ...
"Is that Petra? Should I give her one in the chest now, Sir?"

"She's earned the right to a bullet in the chest whoever she may be, recruit!"

"What should I do, Sir?"

"Let's issue her a wake-up call!"

"A warning shot, Sir?"

"See if you can put a bullet through her navel, recruit!

The superior officer picked up a pair of binoculars.
"I will verify the hit!
You may fire when ready!"
Fawn made involuntary yelping noises as the first two slugs punched into her belly ...

Her hands flapped about helplessly as a third bullet took her ...

As all this was going on outside, Petra was in her apartment where she was just reaching the point
where she could enjoy herself thoroughly ...

"Fawn must be having a good time for herself out there!"
Petra thought when she heard her bodyguard grunting as the bullets struck her ...

"Yes," Petra thought as she leaned back and stretched luxuriuosly,
"Fawn must be practicing her vocals for our session with the vid-cam later this afternoon!"

It might have been just about then that Petra heard the fwup sound the bullet made as outside on the patio,
a third slug ripped into Fawn's tender belly ...

"Now - wait one minute, here!" Petra snapped quickly out of her reverie,
"Grunts are one thing ...
But sound effects too?"

"Something is definitely wrong here!"

Petra shook herself from her peaceful lethargy and, quickly retrieving her gun ...

She sprinted across the room to the window that overlooked the yard to the rear of her apartment ...

And arrived just in time to bear witness to Fawn's reaction to the third slug that punched into her belly ...

"My God!" Petra though as she looked out at the scene outside,
"There are three of them - at least!"

The trio approached Fawn as she continued to squirm helplessly.

"They seem satisfied plugging Fawn!" Petra thought.
"If she keeps her mouth shut ...
Perhaps they'll think Fawn is me and I'll get out of this jam with a whole skin yet!"
"Is this Petra, do you suppose, Sir?" the FBMI recruit inquired of her superior officer.

"Oh! My God! Please don't kill me!"The guard begged.

"That's not Petra!" A voice interrupted.
"She's just a broad Petra keeps around as a body-guard!"

"Then where's Petra?"

"I don't know!

She must be in the house!"

"No sense in trying to keep her around then, is there?"
The officer said as he took out his handgun and put a round into the left side of the girl's chest ...

"Damn!" Petra exclaimed from her position at the window.
"That's Laura out there!
That bitch has led them straight to my doorstep!"


And outside on the patio, Fawn was paying dearly for her in her role as Petra's body-guard ...

"Three slugs in the belly!" The commanding officer sighed.
"And not one of them in the navel!
Whatever am I to do with you, recruit?"
"Stow that rifle away in the car while I attend to this one, recruit!
Then get on the bull-horn and announce our arrival!"

"You in the house!" The bull-horn blared suddenly.
"This is the Federal Bureau of Moral Integrity!
Come out with your hands in the air!"

"Awright! If that's the way it's gonna be!" Petra gritted.
"Then let this one be for Fawn!" And she squeezed off a round.

The commanding officer pumped a final round into the left side of Fawn's heaving chest.
He looked up from the task at hand as the recruit called to him as she climbed out of the car.

"Will we be needing the tear-gas, Sir?"

Almost as if coming in reply to her question,
a hollow-point bullet from Petra's gun blew a hole in her blouse
as the slug caught the recruit in the stomach.

The girl's stocky body twisted under the bullet's impact ...

As his special agent went down, the commanding officer quickly turned his attention to the dying woman before him.

"This is all your fault, you know!" He shouted as he pumped a second slug into the area of the girl's heart.

"This one's finished!" The officer said. "How's the recruit over there?"

"This one's a goner too, I'm afraid, Sir!" Came the response from another of the agents.

"There's nothing to be gained in gawking at the bodies beautiful! Prepare to enter the building!"

"I got one of them!" Petra exhulted as she chanced a quick look out the window of her apartment.

Petra fully expected a barrage of return fire to come at any moment and so she ducked quickly away from the window ...

But when none was immediately forthcoming she edged cautiously toward the opening, hoping to get in another shot!
The agents of the the Federal Bureau of Moral Integrity all appeared to be in a state of confusion.
Several of them were rookies and so had yet to come under hostile fire.
Threats, intimidation, and only an occasional killing had been their standard mode of operation
and so many of them ducked for cover having no clear idea of what to do next ...

Meanwhile, Petra lined up for a second shot ...
It was Laura Lassiter, Luscious Laura as she billed herself who had sold Petra out to the Federal Bureau of Moral Integrity.
In point of fact, it was she who had led this squadron of agents almost literally to Petra's doorstep.

And so it was with a great deal of personal satisfaction that Petra watched as Luscious Laura clasped her hands to her bosom
as the woman stopped a bullet from Pertra's gun ...
Laura was slammed back agains the wall of an adjoining building under the impact of the 45 caliber slug
where she stood clawing frantically at the front of her dress ...

Somehow Laura managed to fumble open the bodice of her form-fitting garment ...
Her heavy breasts tumbled unhampered from the front of her dress
and stood there quivvering as though in anticipation of her taking another bullet!

For her part, Petra would have liked nothing better than to oblige Luscious Laura with another round or two ...
But she realized that her gun was low on ammunition ...
She had neglected to reload the clip and so she was forced to conserve!

But a second bullet was not forthcoming ...
Petra Ross did not at this point have the ammunition to spare ...

And it would seem that her confederates within the ranks of the FBMI were more incline
to stand by and watch as the bosomy creature continued to struggle in her death agony ...
Petra stood at the window where she had reached the point where
she had just about made up her mind to pump another slug into the heaving bosom of Laura Lassiter ...

But she had been distracted by Laura's sufferings and so she had
remained standing in the window for perhaps just a few moments too long ...

And it was as Petra was taking careful aim for her second shot at the still struggling Laura ...
That a round of return fire ripped through Petra's own slender body ...
The slug tore through the lower reaches of the girl's stomach ...

Petra staggered under the impact of the bullet and toppled back and away from the open window ...

"That's got her!" Exhulted one of the FBMI agents who remained standing.

"Very good!" approved the commanding officer.
"Now let's get in there and finish the job!"
"Oh! God!" Petra gasped as she fought to stay on her feet.
"I'm hit! Hit bad!"

"I think I'm dying!"

"But I gotta stay on my feet!
I gotta!"

"They're gonna come burstin' through the door any second! I gotta be ready for them!"

"I hear them on the stairs!
Here they come now!"

The commading officer put his shoulder to the door ...
But it was another one of the female agents who did the honors and was the first to enter the apartment.

"Blimey! Where is she?!"

The door to her apartment did not open directly into her living quarters ...
And this fortuitous circumstance coupled with the FBMI agents' penchant for shooting their victims in the belly
afforded Petra Ross the opportunity to nail one more of their number ...

Despite the severity of her own wounds,
Petra managed to squeeze off a round that struck the first of the intruders in the left side of her chest ...

The woman did not go down immediately and so Petra gave her a second round which was on the mark as was the first ...

And the agent dropped her gun as a third slug took her dead center ...

And still the intruder refused to go down even as Petra emptied her gun into the woman's chest ...

The agent's body jerked once more under the impact of the bullet that struck her
and the firing pin of Petra's automatic clicked on the empty clip ...

The woman wavered a moment longer as if staring down in wonder at the array of bullet holes
that had so suddenly appeared in the bodice of her blouse ...

And then, seemingly to realize that she was completely undone, she toppled at last and slumped lifelessly to the floor ...

At this point Petra may have thought that she had gotten the last of the federal agents ...

But it may well be that the fugitive overheard the hurried whispered conference that was taking place just outside her door ...

"Should we enter now, Sir?"

"No!
Uh - I mean ...
You go!
I'll back you up!"

No one will ever know whether Petra realized that she was about to face her final confrontation with an empty gun ...

But that confrontation was not long in coming
for in the next moment the door to the apartment burst open
and an agent of the Federal Bureau of Moral Integrity immediately opened fire ...

Petra's full breast jounced heavily under the impact of the first slug that tore into her ...

Forgotten was the empty weapon as it fell to the floor ...

And still more bullets continued to find their mark
and Petra clapped both hands to her breast and belly in response to this lastest emergency ...

The firing ceased and in the lull that followed the question was raised,
"Should I give her another round, Sir?"

"As you will, sargeant! As you will!"

In response to the query,
Petra's magnificent body bucked and heaved its protest
as the commanding officer poured several more rounds into his victim's helpless bosom ...

It wasn't until the firing had stopped entirely that Petra toppled forward from her kneeling position on the floor ...

The officer hastily inserted a fresh clip into his weapon.

"I believe should be all, sir! It appears that the subject has absorbed fully as much punishment as she can tolerate!"
And as Petra Ross writhed about in what were the final throes of her death agony,
the agent tucked away her gun while her commanding officer punched up a number on his cell phone.

"Who are you calling, Sir?"

"We need a slab wagon, sargeant!
Do you realize that there are no fewer than five dead women scattered about the premises?"

"Yes, Sir! Indeed! I do, Sir!"

"And do you have any idea of the amount of paper-work there will be involved?
Oh! I how I simply detest days like this!"

Anne's Dreams