John knew it wouldn’t be so easy to take over the Yankee territory. They had already caught wind of his battle with the Backstreet Thugs and there was no way his men would fall for the same trap. John was going to have to fight this time. He loaded up his people with all their new weapons and equipment and began the assault on the Yankee brothel. White, bald men wearing Doc Martens were out front with machine guns. The gunfire rang out and bodies fell everywhere. Hookers lay dead and dying as the Aryans fought back with a vigor John had not anticipated. They made it inside at quite a cost. Half of his army of hookers had been wiped out. But just as many Yankees bodies were piled up as well. One of the Yankees came at John from behind with a bayonet-equipped rifle.
The Giant leaped inbetween John and the attacker just in time. But the Giant took the bayonet in the heart and knew he wasn’t going to make it. He dropped to his knees and grabbed John’s hand. He placed a pager in it and said “Take this. You will know what to do. It is the only way.” John had no idea what he was talking about, but he took the pager and continued the assault on the Yankee hooker stronghold.
Hours of gunfire passed. The dead continued to pile up on both sides. The Yankees leader was barricaded in his office. He wouldn’t come out. They were both down to their last men and women. John remembered the pager. But what could it mean? He pressed the number on the device and hoped it would be of some help.
As the battle continued he realized his page had been received. A tiny figure entered the battlezone. She looked like an angel walking across the fields of dead. It was Hoowanneka, the little elk. She was completely naked and appeared to have a glow around her. As she crossed the piles of dead the gunfire slowly quieted. People were in such awe of this hooker’s beauty that they dropped their weapons and began masturbating.
As she approached the office doors, the sounds of steamy, hot ejaculate could be heard hitting the floor. Men were cumming, other women hookers were squirting. Everybody was releasing their warm bodily fluids over and over again at the sight of the Indian beauty. Suddenly the office doors slid open with the sound of screeching metal. Out stepped the Aryan leader. He had been watching from inside his office and he too was amazed at the beautiful 19 year old hooker. He walked out of the office with nothing on but his KKK hood. His large white penis was covered in Vaseline. He had already been masturbating for quite some time.
He approached Hoowanneka, his penis in his hand and yelled at her to “Suck it!” She dropped to her knees and took his veiny cock in her wet mouth. This was John’s chance to strike. He needed to take out the Yankee leader while he was distracted. But John too, found the sight of the Indian girl too much to handle. His cock was throbbing hard and he began masturbating while he watched her pleasure the Yankee leader. John came, and fell to the floor exhausted from the battle and everything that had transpired. He had lost, unable to finish his task.
Suddenly the Aryan leader screamed with pleasure. “I’m cumming!” he shouted. He blasted his hot goo all over Hoowanneka’s face, covering her brown skin with creamy white cum. She just sat there and let him expel all his spunk on to her perfect, innocent face. After the last drop fell from his penis, so did the Aryan leader. He hit the floor with a loud thud and lied motionless on the ground. Her blowjob had been too much for him and his heart exploded at the exact same time he ejaculated.
The battle was over. The Yankee leader was dead. The Giant’s final words saved the battle for John. He was now the new leader of all the New York prostitution gangs. He took Hoowanneka as his wife. He could finally say he had made something of himself. He was no longer Daddy’s little leech. He was the King of New York.
