American Strategic Deception Bureau

　Before, when she lived with Fili, she had nothing to do but eat and sleep all day, so she bathed at least two or three times a day, and sometimes five or six times a day. Adding perfume and shower gel to her care, she was able to keep her body clean, fresh, and smelling good.

　But after setting out on the journey, everyone could only take a nap in the car, let alone take a shower.

　Marita hasn't taken a shower for three days since she left Florida. The car is as hot as an oven under the sun. She sweats all day long and feels sticky all over. It's really uncomfortable.

　"Hurry up and find a place to park, Master. You guys up front can at least open the windows for some fresh air. The four women in the back are trapped in this airtight compartment. They've defecated and urinated inside, and they're vomiting from motion sickness. The smell is like a gas chamber.

　If we don't find a place to stop and rest, so they can get some fresh air, someone might die of suffocation on the way!"

　Juanita, the little maid, pinched her nose and came out of the back cabin to get some fresh air, and started shouting and making a fuss.

　"Yes, even though our car is a land slave ship, I really don't want to see anyone die in the car." Marita agreed.

　"Girls, I know you want to take a bath, and I want to take a bath too, but please be patient!

　Hotels in the countryside like this are really not very safe! Who knows if you might run into a scam?

　I know nothing about this town of Hamilton, and yet we have a car full of naked beauties on board!"

　As Fili drove away from the town, he explained to Marita, "If someone saw us, the worst consequences would be unimaginable. For those country bachelors who have been holding back for a long time, these girls are more tempting than shiny gold coins to commit crimes!"

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　While gangs are rampant and crime is rampant in many major cities in the United States, evil is also hidden amidst its tranquility in rural America.

　As we all know, the various American rural towns that appear in Hollywood movies and American TV series have always been full of hidden talents.

　For example, the American small towns in horror movies usually hide shocking secrets behind their peaceful and tranquil surface. The seemingly simple townspeople have actually joined a cult and sacrificed living people to evil gods. Then, loyal detectives or suicidal reporters bravely break into the town to uncover the horrific truth.

　In American crime films, a small town is often overseen by a powerful gang leader who has wielded both black and white influence. This gang leader commits a multitude of crimes, corrupting the local sheriff and officials, leaving the townspeople miserable. Then, a righteous detective, defying power, and his hilarious sidekicks appear, unleashing his power and sleeping with every beautiful woman in town… while also casually dispatching the gang leader.

　As for the small towns in romance films and youth films, they are equally outrageous, with men and women full of desires and youthful hormones.

　Although art is often higher than reality, it also comes from reality.

　Due to the isolated nature of rural towns, remote towns in the United States are often close-knit "acquaintance societies" where residents live. Because they know each other all the time, relationships can be simple and friendly, leading to minimal crime for decades.

　But if a stranger passes by and accidentally enters such a remote town, what happens next depends on luck.

　——If you are lucky, you may receive warm and friendly hospitality from the local townspeople and leave behind a wonderful memory.

　If you are unlucky, you may disappear from the town with your car and never be seen again. This is a common thing in the United States these days.

　Every year, many American backpackers who travel the world alone disappear without a trace for unknown reasons.

　What’s even worse is that the town of Hamilton is located in Texas!

　In the United States, when talking about black shops and bandit dens in the countryside where people kill and rob, the first thing that comes to people's minds must be West Virginia, located in the Appalachian Mountains, and the second is Texas, which has a tough folk customs and many bandits. As you can see from those famous horror movies, "Wrong Turn", "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre", "House of Wax"... are all set in the above two places.

　If so, then Florida, the much-discussed state known for its "no idlers" culture, is more likely to be a collection of non-mainstream eccentrics entertaining themselves and engaging in performance art. Then, the uncouth folks of Texas and West Virginia are truly "ruthless and quiet."

　—The crazy murderer and savage cannibals hiding in the mountains of West Virginia have become famous urban legends in the United States.

　Rural Texas has only a slightly better reputation in this regard than rural West Virginia.

　Even if Fieri wore a military uniform and carried a gun, he might not be able to get a good impression in front of many American villagers who have a strong sense of martial virtue.

　In later generations, rural China was filled with old bachelors who couldn't find wives. Similarly, rural America had its fair share of redneck farmers who couldn't find women. The more remote and impoverished the area, the more numerous these were. In the face of bachelors desperate for women, the authority of laws and government was of no use.

　Not to mention, most redneck farmers have a lot of rifles and pistols hidden in their homes, so their fighting power is absolutely overwhelming...

　Therefore, Fili thought that for the sake of safety, it would be better to leave the town quickly and continue on the road before exposing his true identity.

　Of course, on this bumpy country road without street lights, Firi didn't dare drive at night like he did on the highway.

　More than an hour after driving out of Hamilton Town, he found an abandoned farm in a deserted area. After casting a spell to detect and confirming that no one lived nearby, he drove off the road here and parked the prison van outside the ruins of a collapsed barn.

　Didn’t you just say you were as dirty as a pig?

　Three women who were strolling around the abandoned farm to get some fresh air immediately came over when they heard the sound. Seeing the full pool of clear water, they cheered immediately.

　Then, Juanita, who had been naked all the time, jumped in at a sprint, splashing water all over the floor.

　Marita and Alena quickly took off their clothes that were stained with sweat and stank, and stepped into the water naked.

　"Mmm! So comfortable!"

　When the hot and dirty skin touches the refreshing cool well water, it is so comfortable that every pore seems to sing.

　The three women helped each other and took a nice bath, and then helped Fili wash clean as well.

　In addition, Ferry also built a camping stove, lit a fire and boiled a pot of hot water so that baby Monica could take a hot bath.

　It was not until they carefully applied baby powder to Monica that they remembered that there were four other women imprisoned in the back of the prison van.

　So, Fili quickly took Alena and Marita into the car, reached out to open the small door of the rear cabin, and was immediately overwhelmed by the sour and stinky smell that almost made him fall down.

　Well, like Firi and the others, the four female prisoners in the prison van had been carefully washed before departure, but after the bumpy journey, their bodies were already soaked with sweat, and even their hair had turned into sticky clumps.

　Besides the overwhelming smell of sweat, because they hadn't left the car at all and were constantly tied up and restrained, they had to urinate and defecate inside the car, using buckets and urinals, which they could only empty when the car stopped. Although there were vents on the roof, the surrounding windows were sealed with metal plates. The smell of their own feces, urine, and vomit, trapped in such a small, confined space, was truly olfactory torture.

　Not to mention that the car was exposed to the scorching sun all the way, and there was no air conditioning in the car. It was so hot and stuffy that it was hard to breathe.

　No wonder Juanita, the little guard, couldn't stay in the cell all the way and always wanted to run to the front to get some fresh air.

　Juanita could still sneak out to get some fresh air and cool down, but the four female prisoners had to endure the pain of being tied up in the steaming sealed compartment.

　When they were finally released by Fili, they were all as hot as shrimps, their skin was red and their eyes looked bloodshot.

　At first glance, it looked like they had been in a 70-degree Celsius sauna for several days, and each one of them looked half-cooked.

　"Ah, this journey must have been so torturous for them. They must have had a heat stroke, right? They all look so limp..."

　Looking at these four Latino girls who were unconscious due to the heat, and looked limp as if they had suffered a heat stroke, Fili couldn't help but feel a little scared.

　He had originally thought that as long as they were kept out of direct sunlight and given water along the way, these women trafficked by the CIA should be able to survive the journey across the United States. But he never imagined that even a sauna could be fatal!

　Well, fortunately, it’s not too late to take action now to remedy the situation.

　Fili quickly worked with Alena and Marita to lift the poor naked girls out, untied their gags, and laid them on the ground covered with a picnic blanket to let some air dry. They also opened the locked rear door to ventilate the dirty car and get rid of the smell.

　However, when Fili was about to untie the ropes that bound the four girls, he was stopped by Marita.

　"My dear, although I sympathize with their plight, what if they run away if I let them go like this?"

　"Don't worry, Marita, they can't get away."

　Fili reached out and touched Marita's hair, then took out a purple skull holy emblem, chanted a few incantations, and cast a spell. Immediately, four faint flashes appeared one after another, leaving temporary magical marks on the backs of the four slave girls.

　With this magic mark, Firi could sense their locations at any time before it expired, so he was not afraid of them running away.

　Seeing that Feri was well prepared, Marita no longer insisted and threw the four Latin American girls who had fainted from the heat into the plastic inflatable bathtub that had just had the water changed. The cool well water soaked their hot bodies and soon made them mumble in a half-awake and half-dream state.

　Next, Marita took out towels and a small brush from the suitcase and began to clean the four girls, washing them one by one.

　Well, at first, when she was washing these girls, Marita was quite responsible, just like bathing a pet. But when it came to washing their butts, especially when she found that each of their butts was stained with feces and urine, the clean-loving Marita finally couldn't help but complain: "Ah, my hands are so sore! Why doesn't anyone come to help! Washing Monica's butt and feet every day is fine, after all, I am her mother. But why do I have to wash each of their butts and feet? It feels like even my hands have become smelly after washing!"

　While complaining like this, Marita couldn't help but hug the naked plump female body lying across her knees, and slapped the elastic and plump buttocks twice, making a crisp "pa pa" sound.

　"Honey, I have to cook, and Alena and Juanita are cleaning the car. They can't be separated!"

　Using a can opener to pry open a can of peas, preparing to use wild

　Fili, who was cooking a hot meal on the kerosene stove, looked back at Marita, who was tired of washing her butt, and said, "Since they will be your students in the future, as a teacher, you should work a little harder!"

　However, the next moment, a strange hoarse voice suddenly sounded, speaking broken English and asking with a cough.

　"Students? Teachers? Ahem, may I ask, where exactly are you taking us? Are you going to conduct some kind of human experiment?"

　The naked blonde woman lying on Marita's knees and having her butt washed looked up curiously and asked in a weak voice.

　Marita instinctively grabbed a pair of handcuffs, twisted her hands behind her back, and then said, "Are you awake? You are..."

　She scratched her hair, unable to recall the other person's name for a moment. However, the blonde girl lying on Marita's knees took the initiative to introduce herself, "Isabelli, Isabelli Ambrosiello, from Nicaragua. The round-faced one over there is Adriana, the one with the biggest breasts is Camilla, and the shortest one is Kate. Like me, we were all brought here from Nicaragua. Then, could you please answer my question first? Thank you."

　"Well, let me put it this way, girls, you are blessed! You no longer have to be sold to low-class brothels in the slums and be ravaged by gangsters and poor people. The CIA is planning to open a new spy school in Los Angeles. I am the first principal, and you are the first batch of students."

　Fili, who was squatting nearby cooking, answered while boiling the pasta in the pot and stirring the soup with a long-handled spoon.

　"The CIA plans to recruit us as spies?" Another round-faced girl lying in the inflatable bathtub couldn't help but scream when she heard this.

　Isabelle, who was lying on Marita's lap, also showed a suspicious expression - is the CIA actually relying on kidnapping and trafficking to recruit new members?

　"They're not real female spies, it's just a gimmick. Your only job is to serve men."

　Marita explained in a somewhat unclear way in Spanish, "And I am your teacher in the new school..."

　"Serving a man? Do you need to teach me this? I'm afraid you haven't slept with as many men as I have, right? Ah!"

　Isabelle curiously buried her head in Marita's thighs, looked at Marita's delicate lower body and pink slit, and asked with some confusion.

　Marita was so angry that she immediately swung her right hand and slapped her butt hard, making Isabelle scream in pain.

　Fili looked up at Isabelle, who had been washed and spanked, and after thinking for a while, he began to explain the future arrangements to them, so as to prevent these girls from having wild thoughts and thinking that they were going to be sent to some laboratory for slices or to be guinea pigs, and then causing trouble out of frustration.

　"Your future courses will not only teach you how to sleep with men - this is actually the least important thing. The agency plans to train you in doomsday survival skills, including first aid, farming, water purification, and radio use, so that you can become the CIA's "shelter girls."

　What? You don't know what a shelter is? Okay, what about atomic bombs and nuclear war? You've probably heard of that... "

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　"In recent years, in order to prepare for the imminent nuclear war and doomsday, many fearful wealthy Americans have spent money to dig and build luxurious and sturdy underground shelters for themselves. The cost and facilities are no less than the most luxurious palace!

　However, even if a nuclear war breaks out and the world becomes a radioactive wasteland, those wealthy men who have made preparations in advance and hidden in shelters will definitely still want a gentle, obedient, healthy and strong woman to spend the rest of their lives with them and even reproduce offspring.

　Therefore, the CIA plans to use the guise of a new spy school to train a group of girls with doomsday survival skills, who are healthy, strong, and have good fertility. They will be sold to wealthy people across the country as mistresses and become the hostesses of those private shelters..."

　In the twilight of dusk, while eating freshly cooked spaghetti with a fork, Principal Ferry King talked so eloquently in his first class, describing the "shelter girls" that the CIA planned to train and sell to wealthy people as mistresses and housewives.

　——In a sense, this description is not wrong. The construction cost of a luxurious underground shelter is often millions or even tens of millions of US dollars, which is not much cheaper than the Beverly Hills mansion in Los Angeles. The women living in it can really be called mistresses in a golden house.

　But in reality, in the eyes of buyers, they are probably just "living exhibits" stored in the shelter, just like canned food and weapons.

　Opposite Fili, seven curvaceous, naked girls were enjoying their dinner while basking in the evening light.

　Among them, Marita, Juanita and Alena, like Feri, ate pasta with canned peas, canned tomatoes and Spam luncheon meat. Although it was not very nutritious or healthy, it at least looked colorful and made people feel a little appetizing.

　But the remaining four Nicaraguan female prisoners, or the first batch of students of the [Female Slave Spy School/Shelter Live Display School], who were handcuffed and shackled again after taking a bath, now only had hot milk mixed with milk powder to drink, which made them quite dissatisfied.

　"Okay, I understand, I'm going to train us.

　"Becoming a professional mistress in a country estate, being supported by a wealthy American, right? Isn't that just being a sugar daddy? This prospect sounds pretty good. I accept my fate. As long as you don't abuse me, I'll listen to whatever you say."

　Isabelle finished a glass of hot milk with lots of sugar, then raised the empty glass and gestured to Fili, "But, can you give us some clothes and some decent food? This alone won't fill us up!"

　The four Nicaraguan girls breathed a sigh of relief when they learned that they would not be sold to a low-class brothel in the slums, where they would be used by dozens of men every day until they were broken, nor would they be caught by some strange sadist and chopped up and cooked.

　Immediately, they began to complain about the food and other treatment, and clamored for improvements.

　"Sorry, students, this place is still over 2,000 kilometers from Los Angeles. To maintain carriage hygiene and reduce excrement during transportation, I can only provide you with water and liquid food. After all, I can't allow you to leave the carriage to use the restroom at any gas station along the way.

　In addition, in order to prevent you from escaping from the car and to train your obedience, clothes will not be provided until you arrive at your destination.

　The weather is so hot now, you will get heatstroke without clothes, so isn't it redundant to wear clothes?"

　Fili immediately refused, saying, "Of course, this is only temporary. Once we get to Los Angeles, I promise to treat you to red wine and fried chicken! Yeah, and cream cake and pineapple! I'll also make you special shelter uniforms..."

　If you are really hungry on the road, you can drink more water or eat some candy. Anyway, it’s only a few days away, so please be patient!

　Author's Note: PS: The French government has introduced "common-law marriage" in response to the plummeting marriage rate to single digits. Even if a couple is just living together, it will still be considered married and property will be divided accordingly.

　As a result, the French are now more shrewd. Men and women don’t even live together. After having sex, they go home separately and never live together.

　But this makes the relationship between men and women even more confusing. There are sea kings and sea queens everywhere, and mothers often can't tell whose child is in their belly.

　This is truly a classic example of social degeneration.

　Chapter 75: Slaves in the San Fernando Valley

　Anyway, after having a picnic with the four Nicaraguan girls on the prison van, or the first batch of students of the "San Fernando Valley Shelter Beauty Spy Academy", watching the sunset and chatting with them, the relationship between the two sides became more harmonious during the rest of the journey.

　Although the girls were still tied up along the way, the gag that made them most uncomfortable was at least removed. If they came across a deserted wilderness, Fili would let them out to get some fresh air, see the scenery, or even take a shower.

　The four Nicaraguan girls were quite sensible. Even without gags in their mouths, they didn't scream for help on the road, causing trouble for Fili.

　After all, these women know that they are in a foreign country and are controlled by the most terrifying spy agency in the world.

　Even calling the police would be useless - all Fili had to do was show his ID and claim that they were all female spies, and the police would have to help arrest them.

　As for fleeing back home? The journey was too long, and they would surely die along the way. Besides, they no longer had a home in their Nicaraguan hometown.

　Of course, if the CIA wanted to conduct some inhumane human experiments on them, they would try to escape no matter how dangerous it was.

　But now that they were only asked to engage in "woman's oldest profession", these Nicaraguan girls relaxed.

　In their eyes, becoming the "mistress of a wealthy American man" seems to be a good way out.

　——In this era of rampant materialism, for Latin American women who are naturally bold, having a rich man as their mistress is an enviable thing.