Tai Anne Roper

by Nicole Sutter

The two lovers stop as they pass a two story Victorian. One of the old houses that has been changed over to a small business. A strange, rhythmic smacking sound can be heard over and over again from within the house. And there... was that a cry of pain?

But the two lovers only smile and move on as they see it's that house that sells all that kinky stuff... leather and rubber and stuff for people who like to be tied up and play games...

***

In her seven years on the LAPD, there were a few things Iwana Binder had gotten really good at. Getting the truth out of a suspect was one of those things.

And as any cop will tell you, getting the truth from two suspects is much easier. The trick is to keep them separated and slowly peel their stories out of them like peeling back the layers of an onion. Find out who is lying and then keep switching back and forth, playing one perp against the other.

Eventually the truth will be revealed.

***

Kunta Kintare was naked, her neck and wrists locked in an old fashioned, standing wooden pillary that was a bargain at only $299.95.

She was standing in an uncomfortable, arched over position, with her back straight, knees locked and legs kept apart with a spreader bar. Her large breasts were hanging down, both neatly clipped at the nipples with sawtoothed butterfly clips.

She was covered in sweat and shaking. The ballgag in her mouth both a blessing and a curse. It gave her something to bite down on, but it also muffled her screams.

She wailed into it now as Iwana continued to lay the paddle down hard across her ass. She could feel her muscular asscheeks spread out over the hard leather, followed by the inevitable burn. A scalding pain that made her wiggle and churn with each stroke.

"You were lying about this Lady Asthoreth," Iwana said flatly. "Taffy says she doesn't exist. And that story about Jessica being a slave to her is also a lie. You wanna try another one?"

Kunta sobbed, shaking her head. Iwana moved in behind her and with leather-gloved fingers reached between her thighs and deep into her cunt. She was wet, and her clit was a massive, throbbing piece of meat. It too was clipped by a steel butterfly clip.

Iwana jabbed her finger deep into her, searching and then finding *that* spot until Kunta uncontrollably gushed down her legs and splattered the hardwood floor with her cum.

Kunta was still sobbing in pleasure, pain and humiliation when Iwana stepped back and again laid the paddle across her proud, meaty bottomcheeks again and again...

Ten minutes later, Iwana stepped back into the room that held Taffy Chu, who was on her knees and sweating bullets in a heavy rubber strait jacket. Her bottom was blazing like a furnace, and a vibrator strapped deep into her cunt was churning away on high.

"Hi, Taffy," Iwana said. She walked over to her, and Taffy noticed the front of Iwana's black jeans were soaked. "Ah gushed mah jeans," Iwana explained. "Ain't done that in awhile." Iwana worked her thumb into herself for a good cuntrub and groaned. "But all these toys... and you two hot bitches... shit, we're liable to be her all fuckin' week!"

Taffy moaned into her rubber ball as another orgasm swept over her.

"Unless you wanna tell me all about a lady named... Paige Torne?"

Taffy looked up at Iwana and nodded.

***

Hours of darkness, deep and silent. No sounds, not even the faraway echo of footfalls on concrete or a stray voice to let Tai Anne Roper know she wasn't the only person left on earth.

At last there was a sudden, loud squeak of metal on metal, as first one, then another bolt was thrown back. Then the others, followed by the creaking of the massive wooden door finally opening.

A figure in white satin came in, holding a flaming torch. The fire illuminated the profile of Paige Torne, who looked down on Tai and pronounced her judgement.

"You are such a... naughty, naughty girl!" Paige said to Tai.

"I'm sorry," Tai whispered.

Paige set the torch into a nitch in the stone and knelt beside Tai. "You okay?"

Tai nodded. "Yes'm."

"Good. Well, you'll be happy to know your friend Iwana made it out of here. Seems she didn't want you so badly afterall."

Tai rolled her eyes. The divide and conquer bit wouldn't work with her.

"Also, as soon as she gets back, you become the property of Taffy. Whatever she says goes." Paige chuckled. "I think she's trying to decide if you'd look better with copper or stainless piercings..."

Tai groaned. Thinking of her firm, full boobies, she tried to imagine them with heavy guage rings weighing down the nipples.

"Needless to say, your new website is already up and running," Paige said. "Tai Anne Roper is now the newest bondagette to join the Slave Labour stable of internet paysites!"

"But we hadda deal..." Tai whined.

"The deal was that I wouldn't release your photos or vids unless you tried to escape." Paige indicated her black eye with a flourish of her red-nailed fingers. "Besides, now that it seems to be general knowledge that you're on the premises, what better way to explain away your presence than by showing the world you're just another employee."

"Jiminy Crickets," Tai muttered.

"Your photo shoot came out great by the way, and the pics are already up on your website. You'll be happy to know that the 'members section' has already had over 600 hits! And at $12.95 a month per member, you are already paying your way around here!" Paige paused. "Also we are showcasing some of your scenes with Taffy via 'streaming video'. Your DVD and video sales are skyrocketing!"

"Grrrreat," Tai growled.

"Needless to say, you are going to be a very busy young lady in the next week or so, I hope to have you starring in at least a dozen vids before I have to let you go."

"I don't suppose I get to see any of profits," Tai muttered.

"Ha! If it makes you feel any better, your share all goes to keep The Brickyard running, and to help other fleeing innocents like Jessica find a new life," Paige said. "Not every refugee has her deep pockets, you know."

"Weeeeell, aren't you're a regular Harriet freakin' Tubman!" Tai replied.

Paige smirked. "Speaking of Jessica, she wants to see you. I was against it, but she can be quite insistant. I think she feels likes she owes you an explanation or something."

Tai looked at her. "Oh, that'd be nice!"

"You are such a magnificent brat," Paige said in awe. "I am really looking forward to taking you over my knee."

She arched forward and gave Tai a long, deep kiss, the kind that only a girl can share with another girl. When she pulled back, Tai was panting and pulling at her chains.

"And you are dangerous!" Paige whispered. She got up and walked out, leaving the door open and the torch flickering.

Tai licked her lips, still tasting Paige. A moment later another figure appeared wearing faded, hip-hugger mudd jeans and a too tight tee with baby phat emblazened across her breasts.

She revealed herself in the torchlight. A beautiful profile, long blonde hair and shining hazel eyes.

Jessica McClintock.

"Hiya."

"Well, the McGuffin shows herself at last," Tai said.

"The what?"

"McGuffin. It's a term Hitchcock coined for whatever --or whoever-- is being desired or pursued throughout a movie."

"Oh." Jessica looked up for a moment. "So... like in the first 'Star Wars', the McGuffin was... R2D2?"

"Close. Actually the McGuffin was the Death Star plans inside R2."

"Oh. Kewl."

"So, what makes you so damned special?" Tai asked. "Why do you have to flee your life and your family?"

Jessica sighed and sat down next to Tai. Two girls together. One chained, the other free.

"Its a long story."

Tai rattled her chains. "I don't appear to be going anywhere."

"My father... is special."

"I know. I've met him."

"And you're in love with him, right?"

"How do you know that?" Tai asked. "And how did Paige know when she told me last night?"

"And you've only known him a short while, right?"

"I met him for the first time yesterday. And I had dinner with him last night." Tai remembered dancing with Matt McClintock in the Starlight Room. It now seemed like a million years ago.

"And on both occasions, you were the only person in the room with him, right?"

"First time yes, second time no."

"But I bet you were the only person within a dozen feet of him the whole evening."

Tai remembered how they had danced and eaten alone. The orchestra had kept their distance, the waiters had trolleyed up the food and left. "Yeah."

"Pheromones," Jessica said.

"Bullshit," Tai replied. "Why doncha just say he slipped some Spanish Fly in my drink? Pheromones are for trapping bugs in roach motels. They don't attract people to other people."

"Dad has a special concoction he injects into himself an hour or so before he's to meet a 'special girl,'" Jessica said. "He then makes sure he's extra close to her and her alone. Only takes a few minutes."

"But... pheromones are all about... sex," Tai said. "I felt... I feel... an intense love and desire for him."

"Love, sex, desire... it's all rock 'n roll, babe," Jessica said. "Besides, he can diddle with the formula to increase certain emotional wants and trigger specific desires. He has it down to a real art form. And any girl he wants... he gets."

"Last night he proposed to me," Tai whispered. "Asked me to be his wife."

"Wow." Jessica said. "If you still marry him, do I like have to start calling you 'Mom'?"

"Why did he do this to me?" Tai whispered.

"Shit, the same reason he does anything," Jessica shrugged. "He wants something. In your case, he wanted you to get to me. Wah-la, instant love affair."

Tai Anne Roper sobbed, tears rolling down her cheeks. Jessica reached over and wiped them away with her thumb.

She then drew Tai to her shoulder and held her.

She then kissed her.

"Jessica," Tai croaked. "My fuckin' heart is breaking, k? I am *not* in the mood for... uuuuumph..."

Tai found her mouth suddenly filled with Jessica's tongue. She groaned.

"Gaaaaawd you're a hot bitch," Jessica whispered. "And you're not really in a position to do anything about my... desires, are you?"

Tai pulled at her chains helplessly as she watched Jessica stand over her and remove her clothes. Then was she beside her once more, tongue searching and fingers working deep into Tai's cunt.

Jessica ripped Tai's burlap wrap down the front and licked and sucked and nibbled her sore, throbbing nipples, irritated and engorged by the rough burlap. Tai's chained hands couldn't reach her own cunt or her breasts, nor could she stop Jessica's loving advances.

"Jess... puhleeeeaase..." Tai groaned and slipped over the edge, falling and falling into the throes of yet another orgasm. Her upjillionth of the day.

Jessica giggled as she licked her fingers. "That's only the beginning, my dear Tai! I want to make you feel so good that you'll forget my crummy father ever existed!"

***

Paige Torne looked over her crowded and groovin' domain as she descended the main staircase of The Brickyard. Sundays she opened early and got a pretty good dinner crowd. Besides the separate dance floors and seven 'themed' bars, she also had four restaurants on the premises.

She was still dressed in luxurious white satin, and looked like a million bucks. She headed into the quiet sanctuary of The Rim Fire. A dressy-casual dining area serving anything from the boundaries of the Pacific Rim.

The man she had come to meet was already there, getting a little 'surf and turf' action with a rack of Alaskan king crab and a blood rare Japanese Kobi steak, washed down with generous gulps of a good Aussie Zifiendel.

"Hello, Harry." Paige purred as she approached. "Mind if I join you?"

Inspector Harry Stoner of the SFPD shook his shaggy head and motioned to a chair as he continued to chew. He always reminded Paige of one of those tiresome retro hippies who never got over the Summer of Love in the Hashbury.

"Oh, man! Like my compliments to the chef!" he said as another large chunk of expensive Kobi beef disappeared into his mouth.

"I'll pass that along," Paige replied. A waitress appeared from nowhere and deposited a martini with a jalapeno stuffed olive onto the table before Paige. She took her first sip of the day. "So, did you get the next batch of identities in?"

"Wouldn't be here if I hadn't." He withdrew a thick envelope from his jacket pocket and gave it to Paige. "Seven new lives, all cleared through Sacramento and DC. Who are we helping this time?"

Paige looked over the paperwork. "A young Saudi girl who doesn't want to be sent home to marry her cousin. A Chinese dissident being pursued by ChiCom intel. A Croatian student being hunted by Serb death squads... among others." She smiled at Stoner. "You do good work, Harry."

He shrugged. "Hey, thirty years workin' both The System and The Underground oughta be good for somethin', babe."

"What about Jessica?" Paige asked.

He nodded as he cracked a crab joint and withdrew a long mass of flaky meat. "Like, it's in the pipeline, babe. But like I tolcha, this is a very special case. If you want her new identity to be rock-ribbed solid, I need time. Another two weeks oughta do it."

"If money's a problem..."

"Nope, the money's fine." He dunked the crabmeat in butter and ate it. "All I need is time."

"Time might be a problem," Paige said, sipping her drink. "Between 'Daddikins', that asshole Weskler and whoever else either of them have hired, I have half The City beating the streets for dear Jessica."

Stoner nodded. "Like Fiendly and Wenche? And Iwana Binder?"

"I heard about that shootout over at the Sir Francis," Paige said. "Maybe I'll get lucky and they'll all bump each other off."

"I tried to get close to the Binder babe when I questioned her down at headquarters," Stoner said. "She didn't go for it."

"Well try to rein her in, dammit," Paige hissed. "She knows too much already!"

"Can't do much if her girlbuddy Tai Anne Roper shows up on a milk carton," Stoner replied.

Paige snagged a ballpoint pen from his pocket and scribbled on a paper napkin. She gave it to him. "Here, log onto this web addy. It'll solve all your probs regarding Ms. Roper."

He squinted at the napkin. "www-dot-taianneroper-at-slavelabour.com." He looked at her. "Is this gonna give me a stiffy?"

"Only if you still have a pulse."

"Groovy."

She finished her martini and rose from the table. "Enjoy your dinner, Harry. You've earned it."

After she left he noticed the envelope she had left on the table. He picked it up and flicked through a neat stack of crisp thousand dollar bills.

Grover Cleveland never looked so good.

***

Taffy Chu was on a guided tour of Hell, and Iwana Binder was her guide.

She had been taken over Iwana's knee and spanked like a little girl. She had been prodded, pinched, probed and orgasmed until she had passed out, only to have a popper of amyl nitrate bring her back to a harsh reality.

And when push had come to shove, she had talked. Spilled her guts. Altho it seemed that Kunta had done plenty of talking too.

Now she watched with red, teary eyes as Iwana re-entered this room in her shop carrying a long, black leather bag, about four feet by one foot, with a heavy carry strap.

Humming to herself, She unzipped it down the center. What happens now? Taffy wondered. She gonna steal a shitload of stuff from me now?

Iwana Binder had already switched out her cum soaked jeans for a pair of black leather hip-huggers that were a few degrees beyond skintight. She had also traded her sweaty, black spandex top for a black latex crop top that left her arms and midriff bare, while outlining her full breasts in shiny rubber. Her shoulder-holstered Colt Python looked especially evil next to her muscled, ebony skin and the shiny black latex.

Only her boots were still hers, Taffy knew this because she had been forced to lick them awhile ago.

Taffy was still trussed up in the heavy black rubber strait jacket. Even tho her legs were bare, she was still sweating bullets and drooling from the black rubber ballgag jammed into her mouth and held in place by a leather harness.

Iwana was all business as she picked Taffy up and set her bellydown on the floor. She grunted and hummed as Iwana pulled her legs back til her bare heels were against her bottomcheeks. She then secured her ankles to her thighs with heavy leather straps. Taffy hoped she didn't get a cramp.

Then Iwana picked Taffy up and placed her inside the leather bag. And with a little tucking and pushing, she just fit.

Taffy hummed and pulled and twisted about to no avail. Iwana zipped the bag up. It was an extremely tight fit. Even if Taffy stayed still, the bag was suspiciously girl shaped.

But still, it was a dark night. Iwana slipped on her leather jacket and hefted the bag up and slipped the strap across her shoulder, carrying it ---and Taffy-- across her back with relative ease.

Taffy Chu started to cry as she realized she was being carried out of her own store like she was a package. Made bound and helpless by the very goods she herself sold here.

Taffy felt the easy sway of Iwana's walk as she carried her down the street. She could just make out traffic noises and the passing voices of others, but any movement she made was covered by Iwana's walk, and her frantic hummings could barely be heard.

Taffy felt like she had been shrunk down and placed inside Iwana Binder's purse like a toy.. or a chinadoll.

And what the fuck had she done with Kunta?

***

"Mistress, may this one have a word with you?"

Paige sighed. After chatting up a few well-heeled patrons, She had almost made it out of The Rim Fire without being spotted by Geoffrey Krakes. He was an experienced five-star gourmet chef who could earn a six figure salary at any top-of-the-line restaurant in the world. But he preferred to work here at The Brickyard for a decent enuff salary, and for the privilege of being Paige's slave.

"Yes, slave," Paige growled. "But make it quick or I'll send you to the auction block!" She was really quite fond of Geoff, but if he desired a growly, gruff bitch of a Miz, then that's what he would get.

"Yes, Mistress!" He bowed. "As you know, we've been looking for someone who can handle East Indian cuisine ever since Rama Cody left us..."

"Cut to the chase, bitch."

"So today this girl shows up at the back door wanting to know if we need any kitchen help, so I say, 'what the hey' and hire her. So pretty soon she's showing Pavel and Hikaru how to cook this and saute that..." Geoffrey looked at Paige's cold blue eyes and gulped. "So since she's East Indian herself, I ask her to whip up a few dishes... and they are all freakin' fantastic, Mistress! We put them up on the chalkboard as specials and we're getting nothing but raves! Plus, she says she can also cook Thai, Indonesian..."

"Enuff. Hire her, worm."

"That's the rub, Mistress. She says she's an illegal without a green card or a place to stay..."

"Silence," Paige growled. "Lemme see her."

"This way, Mistress!"

Paige let Geoffrey lead her back to the kitchen, which was all stainless steel and state-of-the-art cookery. There was a slight, yet bosomy girl who didn't look even twenty, busy stirring a huge skillet of chicken masala. Paige thought she was quite beautiful.

"Mistress," Geoff said. "May this one introduce... Shakira." He smiled at her. "Shakira, this is the bosslady, Paige."

Shakira was dressed in kitchen whites and a regulation hairnet that kept her long mane of black hair neatly out of the way. She smiled at Paige and brought her hands together with the tips of her fingers lightly touching her chin, and gave a slight bow in the traditional Hindu greeting of namaste.

"I am most honored to be meeting you, Mistress," Shakira said humbly. "And I am looking forward to being in your service!"

Alright, Shakira," Paige said. "Geoff here says your quite a cook."

"I have been cooking most of my life," Shakira said proudly. "Mostly for the others who came to my temple to pray to the Goddess Durga." She indicated several dishes on the stove. "I am comfortable cooking both the northern and the more spicy southern India cusines. I can cook Tandoori dishes, and also an array of sidedishes. As a Hindu, I do not cook with beef or pork, yet I myself enjoy and also cook with lamb, mutton, chicken, seafood and dairy products. Here, try my prawns in curry..."

Paige tried a huge tiger shrimp in a rich, dark sauce. It was delicious. She moved on to a rice dish and a piece of fresh baked chapaati bread.

"Okay, Shakira, you can cook." Paige looked at her. "Now what about your presence in this country?"

Shakira looked downcast. "As Chef Geoffrey has told you, I am here illegally. My temple in my home province was destroyed by the Pakistani Taliban. I made it here to San Francisco where I heard there was a large Hindi population. But I have no money, and no place to stay."

"You can stay here for as long as you like, darlen'," Paige said. "And everyone here gets paid fo their work. Would... four hundred a week be acceptable?"

"Four hundred American dollars a week!" Shakira looked likes she couldn't believe her ears. "That is being more than I could dream!"

"You'll earn it now!" Paige warned. "We work seven days a week and some strange hours, but you'll get time and a half for everything over forty hours."

"May Durga The Mother of Us All keep and bless you, Mistress!" Shakira kissed Paige's hands, then reached up and kissed her on the lips. "And may the Dark Visage of the Kali-Ma protect and give you strength!"

"Ummmm... thanks," Paige gulped. Her lips tingled where this girl had kissed her. And she was also embarrassingly wet. "Ahem... Geoff, be a doll and set Shakira up with one of the private guestrooms. Also give her a one week advance. Your own meals that you cook here are on the house."

"You overwhelm your humble servant," Shakira again bowed as Paige made her exit.

Alone for the moment, Shakira breathed a sigh of relief. She knew she was in the right place, that the visions given to her by the Kali-Ma were correct. Her beloved Bride Tai Anne was indeed somewhere within these red brick walls. She sensed that Tai Anne was deep in the Mother Earth, surrounded by rock and bound in heavy iron chains.

What confused her now was her meeting with Mistress Paige. She had opened her home and hearth to a stranger, and Shakira had felt the goodness that radiated from her soul.

Why would someone who is good, kidnap and hold against their will, and innocent girl like Tai Anne? She shook her head as she prepared another dish. All that mattered was finding her beloved Tai Anne and taking her back to her Temple home.

Once there, Tai Anne would be kept permanently chained and be kept in deep submission to Shakira's superior will.

Shakira groaned as she thought of Tai Anne forever within her power. While still preparing the prawns for the coconaut milk with two hands, she rubbed a nipple to hardness and slipped yet another hand between her legs to feel the burning heat through her jeans.

***

Finally clearing The Rim Fire, Paige took one of the secret corridors to Club 28. It was quiet and dark and a jazz quartet was playing something slow and bluesy.

Her cellphone chirped just as her martini with a jalopeno stuffed olive arrived. She checked her caller ID. It was Taffy Chu. She clicked on.

"Taff, wassup?" Paige said.

"Ah'm sorry, but Taffy can't come to the phone right now... she's all tied up." Paige didn't recognize the fierce female voice, but she had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach who it was.

"Who is this?"

"Awwww, com'n, blondie! You know who this be! This is Iwana Binder. Ah was at yore place this afternoon lookin' for mah sistahgrrl!" She chuckled. "See, you know who Ah am, and Ah know who you are!"

"And who am I?"

"You be the high 'n mighty Paige Torne! The real owner of The Brickyard! You also run an internet porn ring outta yore establshment! Not to mention giving new identities to po' lil girls like Jess..."

"Shut the fuck up!" Paige hissed. "This is an open goddamn line!"

"Well! That sure flipped a switch," Iwana said. "Ah can just imagine what a shit fit you'd have if every TV news show in the world knew your business!"

"What do you want?"

"What Ah came for this afternoon, blondie," Iwana replied. "Mah sistahgrrl, and you know who that is! See, right now Ah have in mah possession a certain lil' chinadoll of yore acquaintance. She's cute, and she travels well, but Ah prefer mah sistahgrrl."

"You wanna trade... the chinadoll for your sistahgrrl?"

"You got it. And when Ah have what Ah came for, then sistahgrrl and me go home to LA. And Ah forget you --and yore operation-- exist."

"How do I know you aren't working for... other parties?"

Iwana chuckled. "Ah gots me a job, blondie. But Ah will give you a freebie, jus' to show you Ah'm on the up 'n up. Go to chinadoll's place, you'll find yore big assed amazon all trussed up and waitin'."

Paige nodded. "And when do we meet for the exchange?"

"You'll get a package tomorrow morning with full instructions. Meanwhile, Ah wanna talk to mah sistahgrrl."

"Not before I check on Kunta," Paige said.

"Fine. Call me in one hour. You have the number," Iwana said. "Oh... and Paige?"

"Yes?"

"Harm one hair on sistahgrrl's head, and Ah swear Ah'll find the thing you love most in this world... and kill it."

Iwana clicked off.

Paige dropped her cellphone onto the bar and drank her martini down in one swallow.

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