Skinny Dipping in the Rivers of Babylon

By Davi Mai

"Vengeance is mine saith the lord." But he's rather busy at the moment so it's time to delegate.

Lisa, murder victim, is given a second chance at life, provided she goes into battle against the scum of the earth. It's a shame she wasn't also given some clothes, but there's no time to worry about that because too many evil bastards are in need of a good stabbing.

Join Lisa and her crew of naked assassins in an erotic, ultra-violent romp fuelled by rage, lust and perversion. All before lunch!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Davi Mai
• Release date: Jul 8, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201489359

Book preview

Chapter 1: Rise and Shine

The girl woke, confused and alone. She blinked. Flickering candlelight chased shadows around a grey room.

Curled into a corner, surrounded by stone. The floor, the ceiling, the walls. All stone. And all so close. In those waking moments, she imagined herself a bug; trapped in the shrinking space between these walls. Her flesh and bones ground into paste as if by a pestle in a mortar.

She wiped sleep dribble from the corner of her mouth and forced tired muscles to stretch and strain. To stand.

Her lack of clothes confused her more. Instinct pulled an arm across her chest. A hand over her crotch. Being alone was a blessing in this state.

Bald, smooth skin under her hand down there. Shaven— her head too.

A hairless, defenceless creature. With no idea of its name.

The candle, housed in an iron sconce on the opposite wall, spat something impure from its wax and threatened to die.

No!

She was upon it in three paces of slapping feet on rough flagstones. But having no means to relight the wick, she could only beg it to stay alive.

Don’t you dare go out!

Her heart beat in time with the spluttering flame.

When it burned upright and confident again, it revealed a door; blackened wood and iron strapping— but no handle.

Should the room collapse inward, there was no escape. The pestle would grind her into its mortar.

This isn’t a room, it’s a cell, she thought, raising a hand to her mouth; squashed the flesh of her bottom lip against teeth. Hard.

Pain.

Harder.

Blood.

A welcome sign of normality. The pain. The taste over her tongue. Cause and effect. She’d done that. She had some power, at least. If she could make herself bleed, maybe she could draw blood from whoever had trapped her here, robbing her of freedom and dignity. Her anger bled into the confusion.

Stand back. I’m gonna kick the door!

From outside. A commanding voice. Male, but high in pitch.

The kick came before she had any more time to think, and the thick slab of wood swung inwards.

Stood in the doorway, a boy half her height. And not more than half her age. Maybe nine or ten. Naked and bald. He had his hands on his hips, seemingly oblivious to his own nudity, or hers.

I’ve got a real ninja kick. You’re lucky you stood back! I sent the last girl flying across the room with a face full of door.

He seemed to expect a response and the best she could do was, Ok. Thanks for the warning. At least he didn’t appear threatening.

My pleasure.... He took a bow before squinting at some writing on his arm. Lisa.

It didn’t trigger any memories, but it helped to have a name.

Come on, unless you want to hang around here all day. He turned and disappeared into a dark passage beyond.

Lisa hurried to catch him. Running was hard with an arm over her breasts and a hand covering her groin.

Wait. Who are you? Where is this?

The usual questions. He slowed until she was at his side and keeping pace. Every so often, wooden doors interrupted the walls on both sides. Except one time, this guy asked me if I knew who’d won some silly football game. Like, that was his first question. Weird, eh!

Lisa wondered if this kid ever stopped grinning. He looked right at home, wandering bare-assed through this creepy place, chatting away as if in the school playground.

Well? she pressed.

Well, what?

Who are you, and where are we? and...

Oh, yeah, sorry. My name is Rat. Cos I’m small and I scurry around. But I ain’t got a tail. He pointed his scrawny behind at her as proof and giggled. Lisa suspected it was a joke he’d told before.

Is this a prison? What did I do?

Rat looked over at her as they walked. A prison? Nah, it’s much more fun.

Lisa sighed. Rat’s idea of fun didn’t seem to match hers.

Can I have some clothes? Even in a prison, you get clothes.

It’s not a prison, silly! He stopped in his tracks. Why do you need clothes? You’re not cold, are you?

She thought for a second. The air was warm. The floor too. Come to think of it, back in her room, or cell or whatever, she hadn’t been cold either.

"I suppose not, but it’s embarrassing."

Rat shrugged and started walking again. "You weren’t born with clothes. So, you can’t be reborn with them either."

Cryptic. Lisa struggled to find a response; she had no choice but to follow him. This had to be a stupid dream...

I think I’m losing my mind, she eventually said.

You’ll be fine. But don’t be cheeky to the boss lady. She’s got a mean slap.

The boss lady?

Yep. In here. Shush! Rat stopped at a door that looked like all the others. He put his ear to the wood and frowned in concentration.

Lisa started to whisper another question when a fresh voice startled her.

I know you’re out there Rat! Stop pissing around!

Rat grinned up at Lisa. Yep, she’s in. He unleashed his famous ninja kick on the door. Lisa winced, covered herself as best she could, and followed him inside.

Her mind jolted with recognition at several of the objects in view. The scene was a chaotic office. A large desk peeked from beneath stacks of paper. Filing cabinets and bookshelves lined the walls. Behind the desk, perched on an executive office chair, was a nude woman. Lisa had run out of blushes, so shrugged away the sight of bare breasts larger than her own. And to be fair, she wasn’t completely nude. A pair of thin-rimmed glasses adorned rather sharp facial features.

Thank you, Rat, the woman said as she stood and moved around the desk, you can scurry off now. I’m sure you’re making the poor lass uncomfortable.

Rat gave a cute salute as he turned tail— Albeit without a tail— off on some other errand.

Sorry about him. He’s a cheeky little tike, that one. She held out a hand and Lisa had no choice but to take it in a handshake, while suffering a close examination from top to toe. Well. You’re a fine young specimen. Eighteen, right? She leaned back to check a file on her desk. Yep. Every young fella and old perv’s dream I’d imagine.

Lisa squirmed and let go her hand to cover up again.

"Oh relax, you’ll get used to it. Soon you’ll be wandering through the place like the rest of us, not bothering to hide that cute birthday