Soon after this incident, when Ollie was standing in his favorite bar sipping his beer, he was approached by a blonde girl whose arms were covered with tattoos depicting gory scenes of fierce Viking warriors torturing and raping dark skinned women. The blonde snuggled close to Ollie and introduced herself as Alva asking him if he would like to buy her a drink. She then removed her shirt remaining with her scanty vest and Ollie could see that additional tattoos with even more garish scenes spread over her torso. Ollie, who had not spent time with female companions since Fatima's death, not counting the women he raped and then killed in Syria, was slightly at a loss for words. But her open face, her smile and the invitation in her eyes convinced him that she presented no danger to his true clandestine cause and he asked her what she would like to drink. Alva said that she would have whatever he was drinking and suggested that they move from the crowded bar to a quiet table. Ollie recalled his days in university where sex and one night stands were common and wanted none of that but followed her to the table. When they were seated Alva said that she was sent by Andreas who was the notorious leader of the Street Brigade of the Nationalist SMR militant organization. While the movement itself was above board and careful not to cross the line between legitimate speech and actions and illegal activities, the Street Brigade was the paramilitary arm consisting of enforcers and bullies very much like the Nazi Sturmabteilung (SA) Brown Shirts in prewar Germany. They guarded the Nationalist SMR rallies and brutally disrupted meetings by opposing parties. Their leader, Andreas Harald Nordholm, a Viking giant two meters tall weighing 140 kg, was well known as the "head cracker" due to the walking stick he wielded and used freely when the cameras were not rolling. Ollie knew that by gaining the attention of Andreas he had achieved an important step of the plan concocted by the Supreme Commander. What he now had to do was to gain Andreas's confidence and present him with the grand scheme of manufacturing a nuclear device as well as forming an alliance with likeminded Nationalist movements in Europe.
After finishing their drinks, Alva told Ollie to hug her and pretend that they were just going out for some private time together. Once outside she disengaged herself from his grasp and beckoned him to follow her to a modern apartment building nearby. She entered the access code on the keypad at the entrance to the building and led the way to an elevator. Inside the elevator she took a small key out of her pocket and inserted it into the lock that allowed access to the penthouse at the top of the building. The elevator door opened and Ollie was frisked unprofessionally by two bodyguards. This reminded him of the very different and thorough search he had undergone before meeting the Supreme Commander in Syria a few months earlier. Andreas was seated in a comfortable leather recliner with a snifter of cognac in his hand. Alva approached him and tried to sit on his lap but Andreas slapped her gently on her back and told her to wait for him in the bedroom. He then welcomed Ollie. Ollie knew that the following minutes would be crucial for the success of his plan and prepared himself for the questions that were bound to follow.
"You must be Ollie. I heard a lot about you and was especially impressed by the way you kicked that boy in the head".
"Andreas, I am sorry I couldn't finish the job but your men were so shocked by that little friendly kick I gave the boy that I felt that they would throw up if I continued and finished the job".
"Yea, these softies are only good when they are three to one against a lone boy. They have a soft core. You, on the other hand, are probably the real thing. Tell me about yourself".
"I had a perfectly normal life until I was 15 and joined a football club at my hometown of Malme. Most of the other players, and the coach, were Muslim immigrants who saw an opportunity to advance in society by excelling in sports. After each match we used to go to the shower together to wash ourselves from the perspiration of the game. One day two of the kids made sure that none of the other true Swedes were in the shower and grabbed my arms and then called the coach who tried to rape me. I was quite big and strong even at the age of fifteen and managed to kick one of the kids who held my right arm, punch the kid who held my left arm and then free myself and run naked out of the shower. The coach and kids hesitated for a moment and I got away. When I tried to lodge a complaint with the police it was my word against the three of them. So, I decided to hunt them down one by one and do justice myself. I caught the first boy just outside his home and broke his right leg so that he would never play football again. I waited for the second boy near his school and one day when he was alone I caught him and punched him silly by hitting him several times on his head until he collapsed. He, too, did not return to the football field. The coach, in a typical cowardly Arab fashion, left Malme and disappeared. Ever since, I have hated foreigners, and particularly Muslim Arabs".
"How old are you, Ollie? Where have you been since that incident?"
"Andreas, I was in and out of schools and correctional institutions. I got a partial education attending a local college but never got a degree. I am now twenty seven years old and have nothing: no job, no girl and no future. Only if we can rid our nation of these parasites will I have a chance for a real life".
"Would you like to join our Street Brigade as a group leader?"
"There is nothing I would like more. I believe that we can make a bigger impact on the good people of Sweden by doing unexpected things. Just beating up immigrants hardly makes the headlines anymore and vandalism of public property loses favor in the eyes of the conservative Swedes. We need to do something really big and I have some ideas".
"Ollie, we should meet again after you prove yourself as a worthy member of our Street Brigade. I noted that you said you had no girl and I assume that you are not interested in boys after your shower experience, so I wonder if you would like to spend some quality time with Agda, who is Alva's twin sister. She really likes rough guys who don't use sweet talk".
"Thanks Andreas for the offer. I am sure that we'll get along, if that is what she likes".
"I'll send Agda to your apartment shortly".
Ollie left Andreas and returned to his small apartment. Fifteen minutes later he heard a knock on the door and when he opened it he did a double take as he saw Alva standing there with a large smile on her face. A second glance told him that she looked different as Alva's blonde hair was now dyed red and then he realized that he was looking at her twin sister, Agda. Ollie knew that she was sent by Andreas to test him yet started to feel aroused, knowing that she could give him pain and pleasure. He realized that he had not been with a woman, not counting those he had raped, since he left Syria several months earlier. Without a word Agda took off her jacket and he saw that the gory tattoos that Alva had were substituted by even more garish ones showing a red-haired woman with long nails clawing at a nude man's private parts. When he looked down at her hands he saw that her own nails were almost as long as those in the tattoo and his natural reaction was shrinkage and instinctively he placed one hand protectively on himself. Agda noticed this and her knowing smile grew bigger and in a hoarse voice she asked Ollie if he had something to drink. Ollie, who as a devout Muslim did not consume alcohol in private although in public he was a beer drinker as part of his cover, said that he had just finished the last of the alcohol and offered to go out and buy some. Agda looked at the powerfully built man with the haggard face and came up very close to him so that she could feel his body. Without a word, she removed his shirt and felt his muscles, starting with his bare neck and shoulders and slowly working her way down over his hardened stomach. She then removed his belt, slapping herself gently with it, opened his jeans and then continued her slow survey to his hips and legs finally bending down so that her face was directly opposite his crotch that started again to respond to her touch. In a low throaty voice she said that beside alcohol there were other ways she could use to get excited and into the proper mood and that she actually preferred some rough physical action. Ollie felt that she represented everything he hated about the corrupt, decrepit Western society, so different from the pure way that Fatima had behaved, and rapidly slapped her face back and forth with his open hand. Agda's breath became rapid and she moaned "Not on my face" and tried to grab and remove his underpants. Ollie responded by pulling her up and giving her a bear hug that crushed the air out of her lungs and almost cut her breath and held her like this for what seemed like eternity. On the verge of passing out she managed to stick her nails into his upper arms forcing him to release her. Both of them were now totally aroused but for different reasons: Agda was excited by the rough physical treatment while for Ollie this very contact released the animal instincts that Ollie's Butchers had honed. Agda managed to sink her teeth into Ollie's calf and with a cry of pain he slapped her again which only made her bite harder until she could taste blood. Ollie threw her on her back on the rug, tore off the rest of her clothes and lay upon her pinning her hands and feet with his limbs. She started moaning loudly and writhing under the weight of Ollie's body, trying to make contact with his now fully erect manhood. Ollie could no longer resist the natural reflex of his body and started to grind his hips over her own. The only sounds in the room were of their heavy panting and the sweet suction sounds from their genital contact. Agda managed to free her right hand and scratch his back with her long sharp nails and his instinctive response was to thrash deeper and deeper with his hips which only further excited them both. Agda now freed her left hand as well and sunk her nails into his buttocks. Ollie was about to totally lose control and his strong hands encircled her throat and his grip tightened as he approached his climax. Suddenly she started to shake uncontrollably and her eyes rolled in their sockets and she stopped moving. Ollie, beyond himself with passion and rage, could not let go of her throat until he realized that she was no longer breathing. He immediately sobered knowing he would have to account to Andreas if Agda did not call Alva. He let go of his stranglehold and gently touched her throat, finding a very weak pulse. He started mouth-to-mouth resuscitation blowing air into her lungs and massaging her heart until she groaned weakly. Her eyes opened and she looked at him and slowly started to smile and said that she had never experienced such a strong orgasm. Ollie was embarrassed as he too had not had such a pleasurable physical response with any of the women with whom he had slept during his university days or with any of the women he had forcefully taken in Syria.