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     Over the course of the next eight hours BloJob brought James Bond to a climax no less than twenty three times. Each time Bond ejaculated BloJob injected him with another shot of the concentrated Viagra. By now he was physically, totally spent. The fellatio had long since ceased to be an enjoyable experience. Now it had become almost unbearable. BloJob’s mouth, although still the quality of liquid velvet, was no longer an instrument of passion but an instrument of torture. Now each time the Australian brought Bond to a climax she did so as quickly as possible, not nownow taking the trouble to keep her small pointed teeth out of the way of his penis, a penis which was fast becoming red raw due to the brutal treatment it had received. In fact on a couple of occasions she chewed on it for good measure and took great delight in doing so.
     Mercifully, after the eight hours had passed, BloJob left the room. Bond went to sleep immediately. He had no idea how long he slept but the next thing he knew he was being shaken into wakefulness by Goldnojaws, the hulking figure of BloJob back by his side.
     “Wakey wakey, Mr Bond," said Goldnojaws, affecting a cheery tone.” Bond looked at the dwarf through bleary eyes and groaned inwardly. Goldnojaws went on. “What’s this Double-O-Seven? Not bright and bushy tailed after all that sleep?" He didn't bother to wait for an answer. "Too bad, because your punishment is about to continue. But first, my story.”
     This time Bond's groan was audible and even more heartfelt. He'd imagined he’d got away with it this time but it was obviously not to be. He should have known, for just as all Bond villains felt it necessary to reveal their plans for world domination once they had you at their mercy, they also felt constrained to tell you their life story. As if Bond could care less about Goldnojaws life when his own life was ebbing away! However, looking at the positive side, the relating of Goldnojaws' life story would eat up time, and Bond knew that time was a commodity he needed as much of as he could get. More time meant more chance of being rescued from this horrible fate. He affected interest, as best he could, given his condition. “I’d be very interested to hear your story, Dr Goldnojaws,” he croaked.