Tai Anne Roper

by Nicole Sutter

He knew that both women were cruising along under total sensory deprivation, that both wanted to pull away and make a scene, but were unsure if anybody else was even around to see them, while neither wanted to be the cause of the other receiving punishment.

The only bad moment occurred when a small, yet very pretty Asian girl dressed as a hotel maid came around the corner with her cleaning cart and stopped in front of them, bowing slightly.

"Sumimasen!" she said. "You are gentleman in Suite 4712, hai?"

"Yes," Fiendly replied, pulling Drew and Tai to a hasty halt before him.

"Have not had chance to clean room in two days cos of 'Do Not Disturb' sign! You let me clean room now, hai?"

"No clean room," Fiendly replied, pushing the women past her. "Very busy, hai?"

"As you wish!" She bowed and moved on. Fiendly breathed a sigh of relief and used his keycard to open the door to his suite and push Tai and Drew inside.

First things first. He leaned Tai and Drew face first to a wall and spread their legs for a quick frisk.

"Why, Ms. Thrasher, I am shocked!" Fiendly said as he palmed the pistol Jeb had given her. He then relieved both women of their belongings --keys, cellphones and whatever-- followed by the earplugs for Drew and the headphone earbuds for Tai Anne.

"Dummit, Fundly," Drew growled.

"Ah, sounds like my marshmallows are beginning to wear off. You should be able to swallow them now," Fiendly said. "And I do apologize for that rubbery aftertaste... I'm still working on that."

Both Tai and Drew made retching sounds as they got their mouths working again, while Fiendly finally cut the cord ties that bound their hands behind their backs and pulled off both of their leather jackets.

Both women shook out their numbed fingers and pushed away from the wall. Fiendly could tell they were both almost back to normal from the effects of the trank.

Tai Anne Roper smiled. Fiendly was standing fifteen feet away aiming a wire-guided M-18 Taser pistol. One of the top of the line models with a laser-lok sight and a fast loading clip.

"Don't even think it, Tai Anne," Fiendly warned. The red laser beam was centered on her chest.

"Moi?" Tai replied.

"Very funny," Fiendly said. "Now both of you over there." He motioned to a wide expanse of white carpet by a picture window offering an impressive vista of The City. Tai wondered what the office workers she could see over in the nearby Transamerica Tower would think if they knew what was happening one skyscraper over.

Together, Tai and Drew walked over to the carpeted area. Tai noted the padded leather chair about ten feet to her left.

"Now kneel," Fiendly said. "Cross your ankles behind you and place your hands on your heads, fingers interlocked."

They complied. Fiendly smiled and went to the wet bar and poured himself a glass of good scotch. He then made himself comfortable in another leather chair about fifteen feet in front of them.

"I could use a scotch myself," Drew said.

"Maybe later," Fiendly said. "Right now it's question and answer time."

"Good," Tai said. "What do you intend to do with us?"

"You misunderstood me, Tai Anne," Fiendly chuckled. "I ask the questions, you two supply the answers." He crossed his legs. "For starters, Drew, what brings you here?"

"The same thing that brought me to Miami two weeks ago," Drew replied. "Joseph Weskler. Your current employer."

"Are you sure you're not here for Jessica McClintock?" Fiendly replied. "To help your old friend Paige Torne spirit here away to a new life away from her father?"

Drew opened her mouth and then closed it again.

"And you, sweet Tai Anne," Fiendly said. "Who are you working for now? Matt McClintock? Or Paige Torne?"

"Actually, I've just given McC my walking papers," Tai replied. "Which is probably why he sent those goons after Drew and me."

"MMmmm... Those 'goons' as you called them were 'The Hand of Allah', a group of Saudi based mercenaries," Fiendly said. "I doubt that they would work for an American infidel... even a rich one."

"Well then they wouldn't be working for Weskler either," Drew said.

Fiendly thought of Samarkand. "Never mind, I think I know the fezzed idiot who brought them into the mix. Next question, where is your girlfriend, Iwana Binder?"

"Oh yeah," Tai smirked. "I heard you met her yesterday over at the Sir Francis."

"Where is she?"

"Hell if I know," Tai shrugged. "I am not my Iwana's keeper."

"She's telling the truth, Doctor," Drew said.

"Ohhhh... liars, liars... pants afire!" Fiendly shook his head. "Even I know Ms. Binder is currently a prisoner of Ms. Torne at The Brickyard... and therefore no threat to me."

"How the hell did you know that?" Tai asked.

"Same way he knew I'm here to help Paige," Drew replied. "He has a mole inside her organization. Right, Doctor?"

"I'm the one asking questions, remember dear Drew? Do that again and I'll take you over my knee for a real thrashing."

"Then let me ask one," Tai snarled. "You have us, so what do you intend to do with us?"

Fiendly pondered the question. "For starters, I am going to take you both out of the equation. You'll both remain my captives until the matter of Jessica McClintock is settled one way or the other. After that... who knows? Que sera, sera."

Fiendly tilted his head back and finished his scotch, which is when Tai made her move.

She rolled to her left, snatching up the padded leather chair in her hands, so when Fiendly fired the Taser at her, both wire guided darts loaded with 50,000 volts of electricity landed in the chair's underside as she charged towards him.

Tai slammed into Fiendly before he could reload the Taser's clip, knocking him ass over tea kettle in his chair and onto the floor.

Drew got up and found herself hovering over them as Tai twisted and slammed Fiendly's gun hand into the floor, causing the Taser to bounce away. Drew snatched it up.

With a feral growl, Tai Anne Roper tossed the chair to one side and dropped her knee into Fiendly's gut. She pulled him up by his lapels and kneed him in the groin before tossing him into the wet bar where he tumbled into the bar stools.

She started towards him for a little more mayhem when he rolled over, pointing the small Walther PPKS pistol he had taken off of Drew at the center of Tai's face.

"Fiendly!!!" Drew pointed the Taser at him.

"Drop it, Drew," Fiendly rasped. "Drop it or I'll drill sweet Tai Anne right between the eyes!"

"He's bluffing," Tai said. "Juice him."

A long moment passed.

"Drew..." Tai growled.

"You promise not to hurt her for what she's done?" Drew asked.

"Drew!!!" Tai shouted.

"Oh, I promise," Fiendly replied. "Cross my heart."

Drew dropped the Taser onto the floor and raised her hands.

Fiendly got up with a groan and motioned the women back to their spot.

"Remind me to bop you one later," Tai hissed at Drew.

Fiendly picked up the Taser and worked the slide to reload the darts. "A wise decision on your part, Drew. I really would've killed you, Tai Anne. You can thank Drew for your life."

"So what now?" Tai asked.

"This." Fiendly casually fired the Taser into Tai. One dart smacked her in the right breast, the other hit her in the belly.

Tai Anne Roper jerked and did a little dance before hitting the carpeted floor. She continued to convulse uncontrollably as Drew screamed. 50,000 volts at 18 watts and 133 mega amps of power flowed from the Taser, through the wires and into Tai's writhing body.

"Fiendly!!! Stoppit!!! Stoppit now!!!" Drew screamed. She saw that he was continuing to hold the trigger down, sending more juice into Tai.

"Peter, that's enough!!!" Drew screamed. That stopped him. Sobbing, Drew went to Tai and knelt next to her, gently pulling the barbed darts from her flesh.

Tai was still convulsing and shivering, her eyes rolled back so only the whites showed. Drew knew she wouldn't be able to move again for hours, as one of the effects of a Taser hit was that one's blood sugar is converted to lactic acid, turning your muscles to jelly.

"I told you never to call me that, Drew!" Fiendly snarled, reloading the Taser again.

"I know," Drew whispered, holding Tai tightly in her arms. "I'm sorry. But I wanted to get your attention."

"Well you got it." Fiendly muttered. "I've told you before, the man you knew back then is... long gone. Dead and buried."

"Sez you," Drew said, still holding Tai. "I have hopes he'll return one day."

Fiendly shook his head and groaned as he adjusted himself. "Well, whoever I am, I blame myself as well. What kind of an idiot lets Tai Anne Roper go even a minute without heavy restraints? Well it won't happen again!"

Drew stayed put while Fiendly went and got a heavy leather gym bag. She looked up as he threw the contents onto the floor beside her.

It was a straitjacket of tough, black neoprene, reinforced with heavy canvas straps and steel locking buckles.

"It's custom fitted for The Wenche, but Tai Anne should be able to squeeze into it," Fiendly said. "Put it on her. Now!"

"Do your own damn dirty work!" Drew retorted.

"Alright," Fiendly said. "But if I bind her, I also sell her! By this time tomorrow she'll be a crib girl in a Bangkok brothel spreading her legs for 2 bucks a pop. You want to live with that on your conscience, dear Drew?"

"Bastard," Drew muttered. But she picked up the straitjacket and started slipping the tight rubbery sleeves over Tai's arms.

"Not so fast." Fiendly sat back down in the chair. "Strip her first."

"Don't push it, Fiendly."

"Her life is in your hands, Drew," Fiendly said. "Do as I say, or else!"

In the end, Drew had no choice. With Tai fully conscious but still unable to move, she pulled the tight tee shirt off of her, exposing her firm breasts. She then pulled her boots and socks off and unzipped her tight black leather pants, having to peel them down her legs to get them off.

She pulled Tai's thong undies off last.

"MMMmmm... the dear girl is finally old enough to shave, I see!" Fiendly chortled.

Drew cradled Tai's head in her arms. Tai could now focus her eyes and could see the tears filling Drew's eyes.

"Dammit, Tai. I am so sorry!" Drew whispered. She then kissed her on the lips. Tai moaned and sucked hard on Drew's tongue, loving the taste and feel of her.

"Touching," Fiendly said. "Now finish the job."

Drew managed to pull and tug the too tight straitjacket over Tai's arms, then rolled her over and managed to barely zip up the back all the way to the high neck. Then she secured the locking buckles and the heavy attached collar.

Drew did not want to secure the thick crotch strap so tightly, but she had no choice since there was only one notch. Tai cried out as Drew secured it at the small of her back and locked it. It felt like she was being cut in two.

She rolled Tai onto her back to cross her arms when Fiendly interrupted her. "No, dear. On this model the arms are crossed behind the back. That way movement is much more severely restricted."

Drew slipped Tai arms behind her and worked the sleeve straps around her tummy and back around to her back. She had to tighten them so much that Tai found herself gasping for breath as Drew locked the buckle down by placing her knee to Tai's back.

Tai managed to look down at herself while Drew finished with the locking straps above her knees and at her ankles. Her arms were pulled so far back by the skintight neoprene that she could no longer see or feel them. Her shoulders were also thrust forward, squeezing her breasts tight into the too small cups of the straitjacket.

Drew stood up, panting from the exertion of encasing Tai in that thing. "So what's next? You want me starkers too?"

"No, I rather like you in leather and latex," Fiendly replied. "Grrrrroooowl!"

"You are a lunatic, you know that don't you?"

"Sticks and stones, dear Drew." Fiendly smiled. "Now, next on the agenda is Tai's punishment for her rather rough treatment of me just now. Not to mention that unfortunate incident Saturday that led to the loss of my Jag."

"You said you wouldn't hurt her!"

"Indeed I did! Which means its up to you to administer punishment," Fiendly said. "Say... A good hard spanking?"

"Go to hell!" Drew snapped. "I will do no such thing!"

"Very well," Fiendly sighed and got out his cell phone. "Letsee... what was the number for that brothel in Bangkok... Drew, do you remember what the international calling code for Thailand is?"

Drew Thrasher screamed and stomped her feet, but in the end, she was seated in a chair with Tai Anne Roper balanced over her lap.

"Good and hard now, and no slacking off!" Fiendly said. "If I feel she didn't get what was due her..."

"I know!" Drew growled. She looked down at Tai's cute bottom. The strap secured between her bottomcheeks lifted and separated her hinder even more.

Drew started the spanking. Gentle smacks with the palm of her right hand at first, slowly increasing in sound and strength as she realized she would have to do this for real if she wanted to save Tai.

Soon the smacks were coming loud and very hard, as Drew wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. Tai Anne Roper still couldn't speak from the Taser hit, but tears now ran from her eyes to drip on the floor and she was sobbing with pain.

Drew stopped, laying her hand on Tai's now bright red bottom, which was hot to the touch. The only sound in the room was Tai's heartfelt sobs.

"I didn't say you could stop, Drew," Fiendly said.

"It's over," Drew looked at him, tears now in her eyes. "You've gotten your pound of flesh, now move on."

"Drew..."

"Please," Drew whispered. "For me."

"Very well, nobody can say that I can't be a nice guy on occasion." He stood up. "Come along then. I have places to go and people to see, and since it looks like The Wenche is going to take her own sweet time getting back, I shall have to sequester you two girls myself."

Under Fiendly's watchful eyes --and with the Taser pointed at her-- Drew dragged the straitjacketed Tai across the carpeted floor of the suite to a wood paneled door.

"Another perk of this hotel," Fiendly said as he entered a combination into a keypad. The door clicked and swung open. "My own vault, for storing... valuable commodities."

Drew now dragged Tai into the so-called vault, which was fairly roomy. Drew noticed some weapons tucked away in the corner along with Fiendly's suits and The Wenche's designer dresses.

"Locking us up in a closet?" Drew said. "How low-tech of you, Fiendly."

"Not quite, dear Drew."

That's when she turned around and noticed something taking up one whole corner of the vault. It was a cage, with slender titanium steel bars on all four sides and the top, with a rubber pad on its floor. It looked about three and a half feet wide, four feet long and four feet tall.

Drew figured it could hold one girl comfortably, or two girls uncomfortably. Drew realized she was about to be uncomfortable for awhile.

"Entre vous, madamoiselles," Fiendly said. He unlocked the sliding door and beckoned them to enter.

It helped if Drew kept telling herself over and over, I have no choice, I have no choice, as she squatted down and entered the cage, dragging Tai in with her. She got Tai wedged into one side, and then sat opposite her as Fiendly closed the door and padlocked it.

Drew looked out through the bars. It was a tight fit for the both of them. Tai's body felt warm next to hers. She was moaning and trying to shift her recently spanked bottom off the rubbered floor to no avail.

"Almost done," Fiendly said, dropping to one knee. He held up a impossibly large black rubber ball with a strap running through it. "Secure this on Tai Anne. I don't want you two plotting anything while I'm gone."

Drew took the ballgag through the bars and looked at it. "I'll never get this thing into her mouth! It'll never fit!"

"It helps if you lick it first, gets it good and slippery. Do it."

Betraying a look of disgust, Drew licked the rubber ball til it was good and slick. She then reached over and gingerly tried slipping it between Tai's lips. Tai seemed to be accepting of the gag, trying to open her mouth wide to take it in.

The ball gag slipped past her teeth and filled her mouth. Drew reached behind her head and buckled the strap on the only notch available, which was of course unbearably tight.

Drew looked at Tai and hugged her tightly, then kissed her forehead, her closed eyes, her tear-stained cheeks and then her gagged lips.

She settled back to her spot, hoping that Fiendly was done with them. He wasn't.

He handed Drew a pair of handcuffs with a three link chain. "For your ankles."

Drew clicked them on her own ankles over the boots she still wore.

"Hands behind your back," Fiendly said.

Drew complied and felt the cold bite of steel cuffs tighten over her wrists as Fiendly reached between the steel bars to secure them.

Last was a black rubber ballgag that was as least as big as the one Tai was wearing. Drew moaned as it filled her mouth, a humiliating invasion of her body and her ability to speak. In a way, the gag was worse than the cage or the cuffs.

Fiendly buckled the strap and stood up, looking down on his two bound and caged captives.

"That should keep you two out of trouble for the next day or so," Fiendly said. "By then the fair Jessica will be mine." He shrugged. "Who knows, by then I might even have decided what to do with the both of you."

He blew them a kiss and closed the door to the vault, causing the light to go out, leaving Tai and Drew in total darkness.

Drew chewed on her gag. Now it was her turn to cry.

***

Fiendly went back to the wetbar and poured himself a double scotch, which deadened some of the nerve-endings still throbbing from his little altercation with Tai Anne.

He then went to a glass table where a potted plant sat. From within the fronds he removed a small 8mm camcorder. He rewound and replayed the part which showed renowned international journalist Drew Thrasher stripping, binding and then spanking a pretty girl.

Fiendly chuckled as he pocketed the small cassette. Sometimes, he thought, I'm so good I scare myself!

Fiendly left the suite and took the elevator down, never noticing the maid he had talked to earlier wheeling her cart down the corridor towards his suite.

***

Why, thought, Tai Anne Roper. Why does this always happen to me!

Out of one jackpot and straight into another. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Was it fate, or some kind of bizarre curse visited upon her that she would always find herself bound and usually gagged every few hours for her entire life?

Yes, she did get to enjoy freedom... but usually it was only long enough to whet her appetite for more of it, which made her inevitable capture and binding hurt all the more.

Tai considered today's journey. She had started in the wee hours of the morning a prisoner of Paige Torne. Then she had been kidnapped and tied up by Shakira. Then an escape courtesy of Jeb --and a few precious hours of freedom-- before getting abducted by those Arabs and now by Fiendly and The Wenche.

Four abductions in less than 24 hours had to be a record... but no, she remembered that time last month...

The door to the closet vault they were in suddenly clicked open.

Both Drew and Tai looked up as the light flickered on. Drew expected it to be The Wenche with a few ideas on how they could spend the afternoon together.

Instead it was a small Asian girl looking to be in her early twenties, with a short bowl cut hairdo framing a cute, almost elfin face. She was dressed as a hotel maid in a short black dress with white piping and a white maid's cap.

"Chiksho!!!" she looked wide-eyed at the two caged girls. "What is this?"

Drew hmmmphed hard into her gag and shook her head. The girl approached.

"You are not here... to play games?" the maid asked.

Drew frantically shook her head no. Of course, a hotel maid in San Francisco had probably seen a lot of bizarre goings on while on the job.

"You are... captives?"

Drew nodded her head frantically, humming into her rubber ball.

The maid looked behind her at the open door and finally kneeled down before the cage. She examined the bars and the padlock at the top of the cage.

"I can not open..."

Drew hummed some more, twisting her head about.

The maid gingerly reached her hands through the bars and unstrapped the ballgag, she had to help Drew pull it from her mouth.

"Bleh!!!" Drew worked her jaw. "Thank you! Now please call the police immediately! My friend and I were kidnapped today! Please call the police!!!"

The maid smiled at her. "Who kidnapped you? The man who stays here and his woman? Doctor and Mrs. Smythe?"

"Smythe, eh?" Drew made a face. "His real name is Fiendly, and his woman is Fannikins Wenche, and they are both wanted felons! Now call... the... police!!!"

The maid giggled. "Is not necessary! See, I am police!" And with that she pulled a small leather wallet from under her short dress that held a five pointed gold star surrounded by embossed chrysanthemums. "I am Officer P-2 Yukari Mei Awai, of the Metropolitan Tokyo Police Department!"

Drew frowned. Her credentials looked like the real thing, but... "Aren't you a little out of your jurisdiction, Officer?"

"Hai!" Yukari Mei Awai nodded. "I am on special assignment with ICPO, investigating illegal overseas business practices of Japanese executives who come to United States. Many Japanese executives come here to Mandarin Oriental!"

Drew nodded. She sure sounded legit. And the ICPO was the International Criminal Police Organization, aka Interpol. "That great! Just..."

"But so far, I have been undercover here for six weeks and not find a thing! My bosses are getting most upset with me!"

"Well now you've rescued two kidnapping victims! Just..."

"What are your names?" Yukari asked.

"I am Drew Thrasher, international affairs journalist with the British Broadcasting Company, and a British citizen!"

"And your friend over there?"

"Her name is Tai Anne Roper, a private investigator from Los Angeles. Now please call the police!"

Officer Awai seemed to consider that for a moment before shaking her head. "Ano... Sumimasen, Thrasher-san. Can not call local police at this time!"

"What?!" Drew cried as Tai hummed into her gag. "Why the bloody fucking hell not?!"

"Because," she replied. "This is my only lead to any illegal activities taking place within this hotel! If I call police and rescue you both, this 'Fiendly' as you call him will be alerted to my presence! As will any other criminals!"

"Look, Officer," Drew said patiently. "We know what Fiendly is up to already! He is conspiring to kidnap a girl named Jessica McClintock here in San Francisco. Several other groups are also in town trying to grab her. You need to contact the FBI and the San Francisco Police..."

"I think I know what to do, Thrasher-san!" Yukai replied. "I can not plant listening devices here because men like Fiendly will 'sweep' a room for them, hai? But... you and your friend can remain here as my eyes and ears, and tell me what you overhear of their plans."

"No we can't!" Drew was near tears. "Please! We are being kept caged and bound... and in a day or so we might be sold as sex slaves to some godforsaken, third-world shithole..."

"Do not cry!" Yukari wiped away Drew's tears with her thumb. "I will not allow that to happen! But I do need your help, hai? So please do your best!"

"But..."

"Shhhh..." Yukari listened to an earbud receiver looped around her ear. "Kso! My contact in Security tell me that Fiendly's woman, the one you call 'Wenche', has just parked downstairs! I must leave!"

"Look, at least call a friend of mine!" Drew said quickly "His name is Jeb Stuart and his cell phone number is 556-5973..."

At that point Yukari jammed the ballgag back into Drew's mouth and strapped it tight.

"I will be back!" Yukari Mei Awai said, heading for the door. "You two listen for clues, hai?"

"Hmmmph fmph wmmph?" Drew asked.

"Maybe, I call your friend..." Yukari said as she closed and relocked the closet vault.

Again in the dark, Drew leaned into the bars and groaned. She had no way of knowing if the situation had just gotten better for her and Tai... or worse.

A few minutes later, the vault door again clicked open. In strode Fannikins Wenche, still in her cycle leathers.

"Hullo, slavecunts!" The Wenche said by way of a greeting. "Sorry I took so long, but after I picked up my new motorcycle --right where you left it, Roper! And which, by-the-by, rides like a shit sandwich-- I dropped by your friend Taffy Chu's place."

She smirked as she walked about the cage. "She wasn't there, but an adorable boy who works there showed me all kinds of interesting toys that will keep us amused during our time together!"

The Wenche cackled over them like a madwoman, as Drew decided that the situation was going to get a helluva lot worse... if it ever got better.

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