Taffy Chu had a lovely time during her long Sunday drive north of San Francisco.
First, she didn't have to drive. Kunta Kintare --her friend and resident black Amazon-- was behind the wheel of Paige's black Ford Expedition SUV, a vehicle so big that it deserved its on area code. So Taffy could sit in the passenger seat and enjoy the view.
Second, there was the view itself. Two hours or 131 miles up the Pacific Coast Highway, through Marin, Sonoma and finally Mendocino Counties, with the rocky shores and beaches of the Pacific to look at all the way.
They reached their destination when Kunta turned down a long, two-lane blacktop that led to the Point Arena Lighthouse. Unlike many of the historic lighthouses that dotted the California coast, Point Arena was privately owned, although the automatic beacon and remote controlled fog horn was still run by the Coast Guard.
The old lighthouse itself --built of concrete and steel after the original had fallen during the 1906 'quake that had devastated Mendocino County worse than SF-- was still intact. A beautiful white stanchion set on the green headlands and rocky shoreline of Point Arena. It was still the western-most lighthouse in the continental US.
Adjacent to the lighthouse were several white cottages that had originally belonged to the lighthouse keepers and their families. Now they were run as a 'bed and breakfast' by the locals who owned the lighthouse.
Kunta pulled the Expedition into the parking lot. There were three cars there already, one with Arizona plates and another with Oregon plates. There were always a steady stream of tourists, no matter what the season.
The two women got out and Taffy noticed a figure walking the rocky shoreline at the very edge of the sea.
"That's her." Taffy said to Kunta.
"You get her then," Kunta replied. "I'll talk to Eva."
Taffy nodded and went off to the shoreline, while Kunta headed for the first cottage.
Eva was waiting for her in the kitchen, getting a kettle of tea ready.
Kunta smiled and unbuttoned her Navy pea coat. She was wearing a pullover sweater and tan leather pants and boots. Her dread-locked do had been blown to pieces by the cold winds outside.
"I thought you'd be coming for her," Eva Strawn said. She was a gentle woman in her forties or so. An old friend of Paige's, she ran the lighthouse, and let Paige use the cottages as a safehouse for some of the innocents who came her way to find a new life. "Tell Paige I'm sorry I let her down."
"She understands." Kunta took a sip of her hot tea, steaming up the lenses of her horn-rimmed glasses. "So... who was it?"
"Let me show you." Eva walked into another room, with Kunta following. In a small living room, a six year old girl was watching The Lion King on a TV/VCR combo. She was singing along with Timba and Pumbaa, and seemed to know 'Hakuna Matata' by heart.
"She's my sister's only child," Eva explained. "And she was born with juvenile diabetes. Her whole life has been needlesticks and syringes, three times a day. Last month a little boy at her school gave her a Snickers bar. She wanted to be polite, so she ate it... and ended up in the hospital, she was in a coma for three days."
Eva turned to Kunta. "I know there are other children in this world more in need of a miracle, but this is my family. My niece. And I wanted to give her... a miracle."
"So you told Jessica about her."
"After she arrived Friday. Yes. I then arranged for my niece to come over to visit with me yesterday..."
"And now she's cured."
Eva chuckled. "This little girl... has always wondered about two things her whole life. What ice cream could possibly taste like, and what a cherry tasted like." Eva looked at Kunta. "Her system is so sensitive to sugar that even the natural sweetness of fruit would send her into diabetic shock."
"Go on."
"Today I took her down to the Ben and Jerry's in town and let her have a triple scoop of Cherry Garcia." Eva wiped away a tear. "She loved it. You should've seen her face."
"I bet it was something."
"Her blood sugar reading an hour later was 64. Thats textbook normal. She's cured. She's got a chance for a normal life now. Without having to worry about heart disease, or going blind, or kidney failure..."
"I'm happy for her."
"And I have Jessica to thank for it," Eva said. She looked at Kunta. "I know what I did was wrong. That I've endangered not only Jessica but Paige's whole operation. But I would do the same thing again in a heartbeat."
***
Walking along the rocky shoreline, Taffy Chu tightened her long, black PVC coat about herself. The skintight black latex pants and top she also wore seemed perfectly suited to the cold and wet.
The lone woman was looking out at the ocean, as the wild surf crashed into the shore and seagulls brayed and flew about her.
Her long blond hair was being blown about. She wore jeans and a yellow slicker, and didn't notice Taffy til she was almost beside her.
"Hello, Jessica."
"Taff!" Jessica McClintock grinned and hugged her friend. "Damn I missed you! Even if it's been only a few days!"
Taffy returned the hug and kissed her. Jessica's hazel eyes almost seemed luminescent. "Same here."
"Can you stay awhile?" Jessica turned to the sea again. "God, I love this place! And I love that little cottage Eva put me up in! I can listen to the sea all night long! Didcha know this is a prime spot for 'whale watching'? Of course its the wrong time of year... "
"Actually, I'm here to pick you up," Taffy replied. "Take you back to The City."
"What?" Jessica seemed heartbroken. "But why? Just because I helped that little girl?"
"Not just that," Taffy said. "You haven't read the SF Sunday paper? Watched the news?"
"No, why would I want to do that?" Jessica sniffled. "Why? What's happened?"
"Last night a biology professor from McCloud University was found dead in his campus lab. Looks like suicide."
"Dr. Hedison?" Jessica went deathly pale.
"Yeah. Wasn't he the one who helped you discover your... gift?"
"Yes. But he swore he would never tell anyone!"
"Looks like he didn't keep his promise," Taffy said. "Either way, Paige wants you back at the Brickyard where she can keep you safely under wraps."
"And what if I refuse?"
Taffy grinned and held up a dangling pair of handcuffs. "Go ahead, make my day."
***
Kunta Kintare was waiting by the Expedition as Taffy led the semi-struggling Jessica McClintock to the parking lot.
"Kunta! Please, at least let me say goodbye to Eva!" Jessica protested, pulling at her cuffed wrists. "And get my stuff!"
"I got all your stuff, baby," Kunta said. "And I also said all your goodbyes."
Taffy placed Jessica into the rear seat and buckled her seatbelt for her and then locked the door.
A few minutes later they were southbound on the winding PCH heading back to San Francisco. Kunta was driving, while Taffy sat in the passenger seat, desperately wishing she could change the FM radio off the local classical music station.
"This is really so totally unfair!" Jessica groused.
"Now don't start getting whiny, girl!" Kunta warned. "You know how much Taffy would love to stuff your mouth with something... unpleasant."
"MMmmmMMMmmm!" Taffy said.
"Besides," Kunta said. "You'll have a chance to finally meet Tai Anne Roper."
"She's at the Brickyard?!" Jessica exclaimed. "But I thought she was working for Dad!"
"Let's just say she's a 'guest' for the duration," Taffy said.
"Do you think I'll have a chance to talk to her?" Jessica asked. "From what I've heard, she deserves to know the truth."
"Too many people already know too damn much, if you ask me," Kunta growled.
"Yeah." Jessica sighed and pulled uselessly at her cuffed hands. "Do you think Eva is in danger?"
"Doubtful," Kunta said. "That lighthouse is a public place with lots of traffic in and out. My only worry is getting you back to the Brickyard..."
Kunta frowned as two vehicles pulled off from a scenic rest area and started following them. One was a big red Dodge Ram pickup and the second was a blue Chevy custom van.
Kunta increased speed, the tires on the Expedition chirping as she took curves at 70 plus MPH. The two vehicles kept up with her and started to close in.
"We have company," Taffy said, buckling her seatbelt and shoulder harness.
"Tell me about it," Kunta said. "The pickup's gonna try to pass us and block us in. Stay frosty, girls..."
The PCH leveled out. Kunta decreased speed, letting the Dodge pickup pull up along side.
The passenger side window on the pickup was already down, and a tough looking white punk was hanging out the window waving an Uzi submachine gun about.
"PULL IT OVER, BITCH!!!" He shouted. They were still going 50 plus MPH.
Kunta slipped a huge, Desert Eagle .50 caliber magnum pistol of polished black steel from her shoulder rig and cocked back the hammer. She used her elbow to hit the button to lower her own side window.
"WHAT YOU SAY?!" she shouted back.
"I SAID, PULL IT OVER, NIGGER BITCH!!!" He punctuated the remark by ripping loose with half a clip from the Uzi into the air.
"PULL THIS OVER, MOTHERFUCKER!!!" Kunta shouted back. leveling her big black pistol into his face. "NOW DROP THAT PIECE!!!"
People do funny things when suddenly staring down the barrel of a weapon only slightly smaller than a deck gun of the USS Missouri.
The punk dropped his Uzi onto the road.
Kunta grinned and proceeded to put a round through the Dodge's right front tire and two rounds into the hood. Even with the pistol outside the confines of the vehicle, the thunderous roar of each shot made Taffy hold her hands to her ears.
The Dodge pickup slewed off to one side, blue smoke spewing from under the hood. A .50 caliber magnum round could gut an engine block.
The Chevy Van kept coming.
"Take the wheel, Taff!" Kunta said as she set the cruise control and turned about, sticking her head and shoulder out the window and taking aim at the rapidly gaining van.
"Hurry up, dammit!" Taffy squealed as she took a turn while holding the wheel from the passenger side. "This isn't fun!"
Kunta carefully aimed and put three rounds from the Desert Eagle into the front grill of the Chevy. There was a sudden explosion as the the hood was blown off into the front windshield of the van. It pulled off to the side of the road with the engine in flames.
"Two for two!" Kunta said, sliding back into the seat and taking control of the wheel again to Taffy's relief. She drove one-handed as she ejected the spent clip and slapped a fresh one in. She holstered her piece, raised the window back up, and turned up the music to compensate for her ringing ears.
***
"Okay, thats a wrap!" Crowe T. Grackel said with glee as he unloaded the last roll of 35mm film into an already bulging bag. "You were dyn-OH-mite, angel!"
Tai Anne Roper grunted in response. She was gently swinging upside down from a wooden support bar, her spread and crooked knees supporting her while still in a stringent shibari hogtie.
She was gagged with a thick red cloth that matched the red ropes that artfully bound her. She was also a bit embarrassed that her girljuices had dribbled down across her belly and over her roped breasts.
With the camerawork done, Tai realized she was now just another piece of equiptment to Grackel. Humming to himself, he collected his things and walked off the set.
"Hmmpf?" Tai asked, as Talia Monet and Babydoll came up and started unroping her.
Talia was long and lean, with long brown hair and legs to die for. She was wearing a red satin bra and panty set and high heels. Babydoll was shorter and more zaftig, with pillowy breasts and a nice ass. She also had some Asian in her, like Tai. She was wearing a black latex croptop with *painslut* written across it, and a matching pair of latex short shorts.
"You get used to it, gf," Babydoll said. "Grackel is a creep, but a harmless one."
"Yeah," Talia said. "He's in love with the rope... so much so that he never lasts long enuff to actually do a girl."
"Lucky us!" Babydoll smirked.
They let Tai down and handcuffed her wrists behind her back before loosening the web of shibari from around her body.
"Paige is off TCB," Talia said. "She told us to keep you amused til she got back."
"I don't suppose you two could be reasonable and uncuff me?" Tai asked nicely. "Please?"
"Sorry, hon, freedom is not in the cards for you!" Talia got her to her feet, admiring the indentations the cords had made on her flesh.
Babydoll palmed Tai's cunt and licked her hand. "Sweet. Let's get this babe back to the dressing room for a quick session."
"Wait!" Again Tai's face blazed a toasty red. "Ummmm... I don't think I can... m-make it that f-far..."
"Okay, hon. Mama fix." Talia came up behind Tai and slipped her arms around her belly, supporting and holding her tight, while also cupping and squeezing Tai's firm breasts.
Tai groaned and leaned her head back into Talia's shoulder. She accepted a long, deep kiss from Talia.
Tai's legs were straight and locked as Babydoll knealt before her and licked her lips. Tai's newly shaved cunt looked plump and ripe.
"So how many licks does it take, before a tootsie like Tai... pops!" Babydoll laughed and got busy with her tongue.
It took three licks.
***
Not that far away from the Brickyard --where Tai Anne Roper was trying to recover from a mindblowing girl'gasm-- was the Hall of Justice building on Bryant Street, headquarters of the SFPD and also where Iwana Binder was cooling her heels in an interrogation room on the 7th floor.
The only door finally banged open, and two cops strode in. They were both plainclothes, but they were cops.
Cop #1 was an unpleasant little jerk in his fifties or so, wearing a cheap blue suit and tie. Cop #2 was also fiftysomething, but more casually dressed in bellbottomed jeans, corduroy jacket and a denim shirt. He also had long, salt and pepper hair, a moustache and sunglasses. Iwana half expected a copy of High Times magazine to be sticking out of his jacket pocket.
"I'm Lieutenant Briggs, Homicide," Cop #1 said.
"Someone die?" Iwana asked. She was leaning back in a chair with her legs crossed, sipping a Mountain Dew.
"No, but that's certainly not from a lack of effort on your part, Sergeant Binder," Briggs snarled. "You know, as a visiting California law officer, we offer you the privilege of carrying your sidearm in San Francisco. This is not an open invitation to start full scale military operations!"
Iwana sighed. "Ah didn't shoot at nobody that weren't awwwready shootin' at me first."
"Between you and those two... miscreants, over a hundred thousand dollars worth of damage was done at the Sir Francis," Briggs snapped. "What were you doing up in McClintock's suite anyway?"
"Trying to see McClintock."
"About his missing daughter?"
"About mah missin' sisahgrrl!" Iwana tossed a photograph onto the table before her. "That be Tai Anne Roper. A private eye outta LA that started lookin' for the missin' Miss Jessica yesterday, and now she herself be missin'!"
The other cop picked up the photo and grinned. "Woooooo! Pretty chick."
"Well, ain't you a master o' the obvious!" Iwana growled. "Who you be?"
"This is Inspector Harry Stoner, also of Homicide," Briggs said.
"Hey, soul sistah!" he flashed a smile and laid out the palm of his hand. "Gimme five!"
"You gots t'be kiddin'!" Iwana just stared at his hand.
"I'm afraid not," Briggs said. "Inspector Stoner joined the department in 1969 and went deep undercover right after leaving the Academy. Using Federal anti-drug funds, he opened a headshop in Haight-Ashbury and sold drug paraphernalia... for almost thirty years." Briggs sighed.
"Hey man, like I kept waiting to hear from you guys!" Stoner said defensively.
"Personnel finally tracked him down," Briggs said. "And since he now has thirty years seniority in plainclothes... they sent him right to Homicide."
"Freaky, huh?" Stoner said.
"Tell it to somebody who gives a shit," Iwana said. "Now who's handling this investigation? Ah wanna see 'em."
"Inspector Stoner is the investigating officer in the McClintock matter," Briggs said. "And since there's a probable link, he's also looking into the disappearance of Ms. Roper."
"Be still mah heart." Iwana said. She looked at Stoner. "So what does Matt McClintock got t'say 'bout all this? You even talk to him yet?"
"Yup," Stoner said. "I just got back from the Marina. McClintock was out on his yacht with his two bodyguards Heckle an' Jeckle all day. He claims he fired Fiendly and Wenche last night, during a dinner he had up in the Starlight Room of the Sir Francis with your Ms. Roper." He shrugged. "He thinks these two snuck back into his suite to steal stuff and ran into you!"
"You buy that story?" Iwana asked.
Stoner shrugged. "You have a better idea?"
"Yeah. Why don't we start by interrogatin' Fiendly and Wenche? Only reason Ah didn't cap both them mooks was cuz Ah thought we could make'em talk."
"Fiendly and Wenche are being processed out as we speak," Briggs said. "They'll probably beat you out the front door."
"Say what?" Iwana was aghast. "Those two assholes attempt t'take me hostage and then drill me fulla holes and you gonna let'em walk?"
"Hey, babe, its not like we got a choice, k?" Stoner said. "The Feds snatched 'em both up as material witnesses... or sumpthin'."
"That was a smokesceen," Briggs growled. "All that means is that those two still work for someone with alot of juice."
"Prolly Matt McClintock," Stoner said.
"I don't think so," Iwana said. "Does the name Joe Weskler ring any bells?"
"Nope," Stoner said, scratching his head.
"Another big money man," Briggs said. "He runs health spas all over the country. Also a chain of health food stores."
"And if'n you know'm right off the top o' yo head like that, then Ah'm guessin' you think he's dirty," Iwana smiled. "Right?"
Briggs nodded. "We've heard some soft intel that he's connected to a white slaver racket run out of South Florida. A new 'Golden Triangle' of guns, girls and drugs."
"And his connection to the Feds?"
"Let's say he has 'friends' in very high places," Briggs said.
"So, sounds like we got a lead!" Stoner grinned and leered at Iwana's spandexed breasts. "Wanna join forces, Sergeant? Partner up?"
"Sorry," Iwana said, slipping her leather jacket back on. "But the scope of mah investigation is limited to finding mah sistahgrrl." She got up and headed for the door, then she stopped. "Oh, Lieutenant? Ah'm gonna be wantin' mah service piece back."
"Property Clerk's office, second floor," Briggs answered. "Take a right from the elevator."
"Thanks."
After she left, Briggs turned to Stoner.
"Put a tail on her."
Stoner grinned. "Hey man, the one she's got looked fine to me!"
****
A few minutes later, Iwana entered the Property Clerk's office just in time to catch Fiendly and Wenche collecting their stuff.
The Wenche was looking daggers at her with a pure, almost glowing hate. The good doctor was now bandaged --but still colorfully bruised-- and smiling at her. Two FBI agents stood stiff as posts between her and them.
Iwana went to the caged portal and gave the officer her name and showed him her ID. She got back a sealed plastic bag that contained her Colt Python revolver and ammo.
"No, hard feeling, eh Sergeant?" Fiendly said. "Perhaps we'll meet again, under... different circumstances?"
Iwana smiled and broke open her Python, she let the spent brass tumble through her fingers while keeping the two live .357 mag rounds in her hand.
She pitched one bullet to Fiendly and the other to The Wenche. Both caught them in their hands.
"Just a lil something t'remember me by," Iwana said as she loaded a speedloader into her Python and flicked the cylinder closed. "I don't make the same mistake twice."
Fiendly frowned and was finally hustled out the door along with the Wenche by the two FBI agents.
***
Back in the bowels of the Brickyard, Kira McElroy sat at Motherboard One, making sure the videofeeds running to the paysites were running at optimum.
She leaned back in her chair and wiggled. Damn, it was sometimes hard to just sit here hour after hour and watch women in bound distress and not get a little... damp.
Kira had a husband, and even considered herself a submissive at heart. But sometimes she also wondered what it would be like to have a cute lil sheila ass up across her lap, giving her a good hard spanking.
She frowned and checked the audio as she heard some sound bleeding in from somewhere. The unmistakable cries of a woman approaching orgasm. And not a faked one either. But it sure wasn't coming from any of the videofeeds.
It sounded like it was coming from the dressing room next door. Kira got up and put her ear to the door. Yes, it was definitely coming from there.
She opened the door and walked in on Talia Monet who was seated in a chair, naked with her ankles crossed and over the naked back of the new girl Tai Anne Roper, who was on her knees before her, with her face deep between Talia's legs.
Talia keened into an eye-rolling orgasm, grinding Tai's face deeper and deeper into her. Babydoll was behind Tai, holding and controlling her.
Kira saw that Tai was bound with hands behind her in a zipped up, black latex single sleeve armbinder with straps criss-crossing the shoulders. A black latex thong barely covered anything, but kept the vibrating eggs Babydoll had stuffed up Tai's cunt nice and secure.
She was controlling Tai with the remote control to the eggs buzzing away inside of her. Babydoll drew Tai's head back and let her slip over into another helpless, thrashing orgasm.
"Gaaaaawd, Kira," Talia said. "You gotta go for a ride on this babe! She's an E ticket attraction!"
"I really shouldn't..." Kira started, but she was already kicking off her Doc Martens and fumbling with her belt.
Talia grinned and gave Tai a long, lingering wetkiss before getting up from the chair.
"Is she as good as Kunta said?" Kira asked as she skimmed off her khaki Dockers and her Hanes for Her panties, exposing her thick, red bush.
"Better," Babydoll said. "I came three times. I've never done that! And as for Talia..."
"It was... a religious experience," Talia said, trying to towel off the gush still running down her legs. "She's a miracle."
"So what's this li'l bromby's secret?" Kira sat down in the chair and looked at the wetfaced, trembling Tai. "Technique? Stamina?"
"I'll show you," Babydoll said. She whispered into Tai's ear and she nodded frantically as the trapped vibrating eggs started working again.
Tai Anne Roper opened her mouth and let her tongue loll out. It appeared perfectly normal to Kira, until she realized just how long and... muscular it was.
"She could give Gene Simmons a run for his money!" Talia said as she took a swallow of cold bottled water.
"Go on, do your li'l trick," Babydoll whispered.
Tai moaned and neatly touched the tip of her nose and then the point of her chin with the very tip of her tongue.
"Good Gaaawd awwwmighty-righty!" Kira said. "You always have this... ah... gift, girl?"
Tai shook her head. Like all muscles, the tongue can be trained and made stronger, if not longer. When Tai had still been a lil bratgrrl back at Glenna Jane's commune, her daily 'oral exercises' had seemed pointless. Until the day Tai turned 18 and moved in with Iwana, who had found a use for Tai's supertongue almost immediately.
Kira giggled and spread her legs as Babydoll eased Tai's face into Kira's bush.
Heaven was indeed a place on earth.
Chapter Seventeen