Tai Anne Roper

by Nicole Sutter

"Blue chunks of what?" Drew Thrasher was hurrying to follow her.

"Taffy is obviously going to lay low for awhile now that I'm running around loose," Tai said. She pulled her helmet off the handlebars of her bike and sat on the seat. "I was kinda hoping I could use her to smooth things over with Paige."

"This Jessica McClintock case means a great deal to you, doesn't it?" Drew asked.

"Hell yes," Tai said. "I can't walk away from it now. Not until she's safe with her new life."

Tai sighed just as her cellphone chirped on her belt. She clicked on.

"Hello?" she answered. "Oh, hi there. I was wondering of I was going to hear from you again!" She paused. "Yeah, we do need to talk." Pause. "No, I prefer someplace a little more public." She smiled. "Lunch there sounds good. Can I bring a friend?" She winked at Drew. "Okay, see ya there around noonish. Bye." She clicked off.

"Who was that?" Drew asked.

"Matt McClintock," Tai replied. "He wants to meet, bad. Wanted to see me on his yacht parked out by Angel Island, but I said no thanks. Instead we're gonna meet him for lunch at a French bistro over on Polk called La Foile."

"We?" Drew smiled.

"I asked him if I could bring a friend," Tai said. "You wanna meet him?"

"I've been trying to get an interview with that bastard for a bloody year!"

"I'll take that as a yes." Tai looked at her Casio G-shock. "Jeb should be calling soon. Lets find some breakfast. I need coffee!"

Drew got on behind Tai and held on tight as she started the bike and roared off, heading north on Leavenworth.

Hanging back a half block was another motorbike. A sleek, Italian Ducati racer. The rider was wearing skintight red and black leathers and a matching tinted helmet.

Riding the bike was Fannikins Wenche.

***

Iwana Binder grunted and hummed as she was scrubbed down from head to toes. Her arms were still behind her back, but were now also high in the air and attached to a pulley and chain, so she was on her tip toes with shackled feet flailing.

She screamed through an orgasm as Taffy used a soapy loufa on her cunt, rubbing her clit til it was raw. Kunta then used a rubber hose to wash away the soap before jamming the nozzle into her rear to fill her up with a nice warm enema.

Both Taffy and Kunta then took turns sitting on the white porcelain toilet that Iwana needed to relieve herself. The price of her admission would be two gushing orgasms apiece.

They removed the latex strap and the rubber ball from Iwana's mouth. This time there was no hesitation on Iwana's part --not when she was plugged up in the rear and her belly was so distended she looked nine months pregnant-- and she went right to work on Taffy's shaved cunt.

As the first cramps set in, she licked and sucked Taffy''s cunt with abandon. Taffy squeezed her head with her thighs and giggled like a little girl.

***

While she was watching Drew and Tai Anne have breakfast at a Starbucks on Van Ness, The Wenche called up Fiendly on her cellphone.

"The little wimp was right," The Wenche said to The Fiend. "I hadn't been there five minutes before two old friends showed."

Still at their suite at the Mandarin Oriental, Fiendly smiled as he spread orange marmalade on his crumpets. Crowe T. Grackel --aka 'the little wimp'-- had called very early that morning with an intel update that Tai Anne Roper had flown the coop and that Iwana Binder was now a guest of The Brickyard. He also confirmed that Jessica McClintock was on the premises.

Grackel had also been kind enough to give up the location of Taffy Chu's business on Leavenworth. Fiendly had sent out a grumbling Wenche to stake it out and see who showed up.

"And --pray tell-- who are these old friends?" Fiendly asked.

"Tai Anne Roper...

"As expected."

"...and Drew Thrasher."

"What?" Fiendly would've been only slightly less surprised if she'd said Chandra Levy. "What the hell is she doing here?"

"Hmmm... right now she's bopping about town with Tai on her motorbike," The Wenche said. "Currently eating breakfast at the Starbucks on Van Ness."

Fiendly pondered that one. That last he had heard, Ms. Thrasher had been on assignment in Afghanistan, watching the US Special Forces boyos make mincemeat of the Taliban.

"It sounds like we've been kept out of the loop, Wenche," Fiendly said. "Keep an eye on our two damsels, and make sure they don't spot you."

"Yessir," The Wenche replied.

***

Iwana Binder sat on the cold, porcelain toilet and relieved herself as Taffy and Kunta made various rude comments. The rubber ball was back in her mouth and strapped in tight. It seemed that from now on, her mouth would have only one function.

When she was done, they washed her down again and rinsed her off. They then led her over to a black rubber and stainless steel gurney chair festooned with rubberized straps. It was as evil looking a piece of equipment as Iwana had ever seen, and she actually began sobbing as she was sat down into it and strapped in tight.

A steel and rubber back was fitted and locked in behind her so that her cuffed wrists and elbows were now trapped, and she could lay flat on her back, shoulders pulled back, her large breasts splayed and her tummy tight and concave.

Her legs were strapped down at thighs, knees and ankles. The separate leg panels were pulled apart as the whole apparatus was canted back. Iwana found herself with her legs spread impossibly wide before Kunta and Taffy.

"My gaaawd!" Taffy said. "That is the hairiest muffin I have ever seen in my life!"

Kunta nodded. It was indeed a piece of work. Truth be known, Iwana Binder had never even trimmed her pubic hair. She liked her cunt to be big and bushy. She even got a kick out of Tai Anne having to pull her short and curlies out of her mouth the day after a long session.

"It's a Rubyfruit Jungle all right!" Kunta replied. "Which means its time for a little clear-cutting and deforestation!"

Taffy had to get additional straps for Iwana's shoulders and belly to hold her down and to keep her from moving about as she squalled and hummed into her rubber ball.

Iwana watched with wide, unbelieving eyes as Kunta Kintare took a pair of scissors in hand and began to trim her bush.

Next came the shaving cream and the triple bladed razor.

Taffy watched and gushed her latex panties once more as she watched the tears coursing down Iwana's face.

***

Tai Anne Roper's phone chirped again as they were leaving the Starbucks.

"Hello?"

"Tai! Jeb here! I just got through with some friends down on Bryant Street. Iwana Binder never made it here! There is no record of her being arrested at the Motorlodge or anything!"

"Jiminy Crickets!" Tai whispered. "We just left Taffy's place, and she was MIA. But it looks like she left under her own steam. Prolly went back to the The Brickyard."

"Tai, I think there's a damned good chance that Iwana was abducted by Paige's crew," Jeb said. "If Fiendly and Wenche, or even some of Weskler's or McClintock's operatives were behind it, I don't think they would've cut Taffy lose like they did."

"Agreed," Tai said. "And I also think they used real cops. Iwana would've smelled imposters and you don't get an SFPD black and white unit out of a box of Cracker Jacks."

"Fair enough," Jeb said. "But we can't just go running up to the front doors of The Brickyard demanding Iwana's release. We need some proof as to who took her and that she's there now."

"So what's next?"

"I'm gonna go back to the LP near The Brickyard, I have some black box intel that might be bearing fruit. I'll meet you two there."

"Not so fast," Tai said. "I have a meeting with McClintock at noon..."

"Tai..."

"Don't worry, it's a public place," Tai said. "He can't snatch me in broad daylight! Besides, Drew will be with me. Maybe together we can confront him and get something out of him regarding his daughter."

"That's still a few hours away."

"I know," Tai said. "But I also have a friend on the SFPD who might be able to help me find the cops who snatched Iwana. I'm gonna see her."

"Okay," Jeb growled. "But be careful."

***

Even with the rubber ball in her mouth, Iwana's loud and constant humming of "Nuuuuuh! Nuuuuuh!" let Taffy and Kunta know what she thought of the next stage as Kunta held up a small, stainless steel tray that held three sets of chains and piercing rings and also two larger and separate piercing rings.

"Hush now!" Taffy admonished as she washed off the orange goo that she had spread over Iwana's now smooth cunt. "There! This removes the hair at the root. I gave Tai Anne the same treatment before she left, which means you two are now a matched set. Forever."

Iwana leaned her head back, realizing she would be bald-cunted for the rest of her life.

"Now, we're going to start you off with a horizontal clitoral hood ring," Taffy said. "It will consist of a steel ring permanently placed through the upper labial major, with a small bar on the ring that will directly stimulate your clitoris more or less constantly."

"Your orgasms will be much more frequent, and much more intense," Kunta said to her. "Also, with the constant stimulation, in time your clit will double, and perhaps triple in size."

A quick spray of topical anesthetic, a swab of betadine and a quick yet expert use of a needle was followed by the insertion of a single, stainless steel ring. The placement was perfect, with the small, round bar at it's base directly touching Iwana's throbbing clit.

Iwana rolled her eyes. It was like having a small feather touching her innermost pleasure center. She would have to wear a goddamned maxi-pad just to get the morning paper!

She looked down to see Taffy already swabbing her belly button while Kunta prepared her next ring.

***

Riding west on Broadway, it didn't take long for Tai Anne Roper --with Drew Thrasher still hanging on tight-- to spot Officer Sweet. The SFPD motorcop had pulled over a guy in a little red Corvette and was writing him up as Tai hung a U-ie and eased her Honda Superhawk in beside Sweet's parked Kawasaki Police Special.

"Still making friends I see," Tai said as she took off her helmet.

"Hey there, rubbergrrl," Sweet replied as she walked up to them. "Glad to see you among the living. I talked to a friend of yours yesterday who was ready to tear this town apart looking for you."

"Iwana Binder?" Tai asked.

"Yup."

"How did she know to contact you?" Tai asked. "Unless she traced back the ticket you wrote me Saturday..."

"Bingo," Sweet said as she looked over Drew. "Who's your new gf?"

"Oh, Drew, meet Officer Sweet, one of San Fran's finest. Officer, this is Drew Thrasher of the BBC."

"Thought you looked familiar," Sweet said. "Nice leathers."

"Thank you." Drew's face was still blazing.

"So what did you tell Iwana yesterday?" Tai asked.

"Just what I knew. She ID'd herself as a fellow cop so I extended her a little professional courtesy," Sweet said. "I told her I spotted you in The Brickyard Saturday night being led away by some black musclegirl who worked there."

"That's how she knew to come to The Brickyard!" Tai said to Drew. She turned to Sweet. "Look, last night Iwana was supposedly arrested by the SFPD, by a plainclothes cop and two uniformed cops driving a black and white. But there's no record of the arrest! In fact she was never booked and has now vanished off the face of the earth."

Sweet frowned. "Now where did this all this happen, and what time?"

"The North Beach Motorlodge on Vallejo. Room 216. Around three am or so."

"Got any ID or descriptions on these supposed cops?"

"Not on the guy, but the two uniformed officers were both women. One was a small Asian woman, the other a large woman with short, spikey blond hair."

"Hmmm... sounds like Dike and Moon."

"Who?"

"Officers Lillian Dike and Crescent Moon," Sweet said. "They work out of the Fugitive Squad downtown. Spend most of their time handing out warrants. I'll check into them, see what they have to say for themselves."

"Look, if I could talk..."

"Forget it," Sweet said. "These two are real cops. They don't need to be interrogated by a private eye from LA and some anchorbabe. If they know something about Sergeant Binder, I'll be the one who gets it out of them. Comprende?"

"Yes'm," Tai replied. "You should also know that another woman was staying with Iwana. Her name's Taffy Chu, and she wasn't arrested. We think one of these cops took her to her place of business, which is Fashion X-tremez over on Leavenworth."

"Lemme guess," Sweet said. "This Taffy Chu is the Asian babe who got you rubbered up and took you over to The Brickyard. Right?"

"Yes'm."

Sweet nodded. "Okay, give me your cell number, I'll contact you the minute I find out what the eff's going on," Sweet said.

Tai Anne Roper and Officer Sweet exchanged phone numbers.

"Now don't worry, I'll get to the bottom of this," Sweet said. "Meanwhile, you two girls try to stay out of trouble."

Sweet grinned and got on her Kawasaki, peeling rubber as she took off.

"Girls?" Drew asked.

***

"You see, Iwana," Kunta said gently. "We were in a bit of a quandry as to how to get our revenge on you after all that you did to us."

"You tortured us," Taffy said. "Humiliated us. Forced us to betray out Mistress Paige. And then tried to use us to get something from her."

"So we pondered how to get you back for this," Kunta said. "We could just do to you what you did to us. Spankings... whippings... forced orgasms..."

"But that would make us no better than you," Taffy said. "So, we decided to kick our vengeance up a level, beyond mere physical pain and into the realm of the psychological."

"And what better way to 'mess with your head', than to change your physical appearance." Kunta frowned. "Are you listening to us, slave?"

Iwana Binder blinked, letting the tears flow down her cheeks. She was still strapped to the steel and rubber gurney, but she now had a full set of piercings.

Besides the hood ring over her clit, another ring lanced her belly button, followed by two small nipple rings that were joined by a slender titanium steel chain.

Several small rings now decorated her ears, and were joined by more slender chains that ran to her nose where a nose ring was centered through her septum.

The wide latex strap holding the rubber ball in her mouth still kept her silent.

"One last thing, and then we are done..." Taffy said. Iwana felt herself drift away as the gurney was lowered so that her head was over a sink. Taffy proceeded to thoroughly wash her hair several times, while Kunta groaned and rubbed herself to quick, hard gush.

What now? Iwana thought. She was quite proud of her sassy and severe high-top fade. What was chinadoll doing? Bleaching it, or making it some weird-ass color like blue or pink? Whatever she was doing was making her scalp tingle.

Finally Taffy was rinsing out her hair, scrubbing her head quite vigorously. She then brought the gurney up to a sitting position and twirled it around so that Iwana Binder could look in the mirror.

Iwana saw a tall, busty young black woman now festooned with piercings and chains, who was also quite bald-headed.

"I used the same stuff on your head that I used on your cunt," Taffy hissed into Iwana's ear. "Get used to that look, bitch. It's forever."

Taffy then gasped and screamed as Kunta came up behind her and holding her tight, drove her fingers deep into Taffy's cunt and gushed her to a wondrous orgasm.

"You can keep your eyebrows... if you behave!" Kunta laughed.

***

Officer Gwen K. Sweet went to a police callbox on Powell and called her watch commander, Lieutenant Sam Maguire.

"Lou? Sweet here," she said. "I picked up some info on a possible felony warrant suspect that Dike and Moon were hunting up. I'd like to give it to them in person."

"Okay, lemme see if those two are even on the clock..." Sweet could imagine him checking the computer right now. "Lucky you, they're working. Where ya wanna met 'em?"

"Tully's Coffee on Polk," Sweet replied. "They have doughnuts to die for."

***

Fifteen minutes later, Sweet had her butt parked in a corner booth of Tully's, sipping a huge mug of coffee and munching on a glazed doughnut that simply melted in her mouth.

She watched as Officers Lillian Dike and Cresent Moon entered the still crowded coffeehouse. She knew them pretty well. It was a fact of life that most women cops banded together, and these two had always seemed like a couple of straight shooters, with good service records. Even their blue serge uniforms were crisp and starched.

"Yo, Gwen!"

"Lil, Cres," Sweet nodded at the seats opposite her and they sat down. A waitress appeared with two mugs of coffee.

"So?" Dike asked. "Who's this bad boy you have a line on?"

"Bad girl, actually," Sweet said. "A woman named Iwana Binder from Los Angeles."

"Never heard of her," Moon said, sipping her coffee.

"She's not on our BOLO list," Dike said. "What makes you think we're after her?"

"Cuz last night at 3 am, you two arrested her over at the North Beach Motorlodge on Vallejo, Room 216." She looked at Dike and Moon and could tell by their suddenly ashen faces that she was on target. "You also cut lose an Asian cutie named Taffy Chu, taking her over to her store on Leavenworth."

"We weren't even on duty last night!" Moon said. "How could we..."

"Cres... please." Sweet held up her hand. "One of the curses of being a cop is knowing exactly when someone is telling you the truth, and when somebody is lying through their teeth."

Silence at the table. Dike sipped her coffee.

"Gwen, it isn't like it seems," she said.

"Well, you wanna tell me all about it, or do I go to Internal Affairs and tell them about how a Los Angeles police officer was shanghaied by a couple of San Fran cops in the middle of the night?"

Dike and Moon both sighed, looked at each other and then spilled their guts to Gwen Sweet.

***

The waist cincher was all heavy gauge, black rubber and steel ribbing that seemed impossibly tight around Iwana's already slender waist. She could barely take a shallow breath.

The long gloves were fingerless, ending in shiny rubber flippers with a steel ring at the end of each one. There was also some kind of black, rubbery goo on the inside of each glove, so that when Iwana's arms were forced down into each one she could feel her fingers squishing down into something, sealing her in from hands to biceps.

Her arms were then drawn back behind her, with her wrists crossed between her shoulder blades and the steel ring at the end of each flipper being buckled and locked to the opposite shoulder strap.

The hood was really more of a cowl of thick black latex that was slicked over her bald head and eased over her face, sealing her mouth, but leaving Iwana's eyes, nose and ears free. The rubber ball in her mouth now seemed like it was meant to be there forever. The fine chains connecting her ears and nose piercings glittered against the shiny latex.

The heavy black rubber posture collar was locked over the hood that was rolled down her neck. Iwana's head was kept straight and poised. And immobile.

The heavy rubberized straps drew Iwana's shoulders back, making her firm, full breasts proudly jut forward with nipple rings and the chains connecting them at the forefront.

Finally there were the long, thigh high boots of shiny black latex that carressed her legs like a second skin. Eight inch heels made walking impossible without someone guiding Iwana along. They were secured high at the thighs with straps, buckles and locks.

Iwana Binder walked with the help of Kunta and Taffy, who led her along the dark corridor. Iwana had to stop twice in her journey to ride out particularly fierce orgasms caused by her new hood ring that caressed her throbbing clitoris with each step.

Kunta and Taffy hugged and held her tight as she sobbed into Kunta's shoulder as each new unwanted orgasm racked her body.

Her hummings could barely be heard, but her tears continued to flow.

She was finally led into a chamber, a throne room actually, where Paige Torne sat regally in her black leather catsuit, with legs crossed waiting for Iwana's arrival. To her left, Jessica McClintock writhed prettily in harem silks and steel cuffs and shackles.

"Kneel, slave," Paige said gently.

Iwana dropped to her knees and placed her forehead on Paige's knee. Paige nearly orgasmed on the spot.

"Proud Iwana Binder!" Paige said, caressing her bald, rubbered head. "You came here to threaten my domain, and instead have been enslaved by it." She let out a ragged breath. "Here you will learn submission to other women. Here, you will finally learn to qwell that terrible rage within you... with the joy of sexual servitude. Here..."

A cellphone chirped.

"Gaaawdammit," Paige hissed. It was the red line, whch meant it was an emergency. She got up and walked to a corner of the room next to a set of stocks.

She clicked on. "This better be good."

"Paige! This line secure?" It was an anxious Harry Stoner.

"Of course, you idiot!" Paige hissed. "Now what the fuck is it?"

"We got boo-koo troubles, babe! That Roper babe went looking for Iwana and talked to another cop! A motorbike officer named Sweet!"

"So?"

"So Sweet puzzled the whole thing out and found the two uniformed cops I used to collar Iwana! She made 'em talk! Now she knows everything and she's threatening to go to Internal Affairs unless you release Iwana Binder forthwith!"

"When you say she knows 'everything', you mean..."

"I mean the whole ball of wax! The Brickyard, Jessica McC... everything!"

"Fuck me," Paige whispered. She thought furiously. "Okay, we're not dead yet. I want you to stall this motorcop. Buy me some time."

"You think that Brit anchorbabe of yours can help us out again?"

"Just leave Miss Thrasher to me. We got Iwana through her, maybe I can reclaim Tai Anne Roper the same way. Anything else?"

"Isn't that enough?"

"Quite." Paige clicked off and looked back at the kneeling and enslaved Iwana Binder.
Releasing her 'forthwith' might be a bit of a problem.

"Damn," Paige muttered. "And just when things were going so well..."

***

Across the street from The Brickyard and sitting in his clandestine listening post, Jeb Stuart replayed the audio capture he had just made.

"You think that Brit anchorbabe of yours can help us out again?"

"Isn't that enough?"

Jeb clicked off the audio. "More than fucking enough," he muttered to himself.

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