Tai Anne Roper

by Nicole Sutter

Abbas fixed himself a sandwich and ate it while he watched Fahd transfering the delicate surveillance equipment from the wrecked Ford van into a new, burgundy Chevy Savana custom van.

After finishing with that traffic cop, Abbas and his group had gotten the van towed back to their ops centre. Omar's Garage was perfect. A two story building on Tennessee Street with plenty of comings and goings. Their living accommodations were on the second floor, and they had access to all the vehicles they needed.

"How long?" Abbas asked.

"Another twenty minutes." Fahd answered.

Abbas nodded and finished off the sandwich. He was still chewing when he walked up to a dejected looking Shahin and Haytham, the two brothers were both standing next to their Dodge Durango.

"He faked you two out with the oldest trick in the book, you know that don't you?" Abbas asked.

"Yessss..." Shahin hissed.

"Please, Abbas," Haytham said. "When the time comes, let us be the ones who take out that old man!"

"Sure," Abbas said. "If we ever find him again!"

"I think an opportunity has arisen for that," Gamal said as he approached Abbas. He was holding that afternoon's edition of the SF Examiner. He folded it neatly and let Abbas read an article in the Lifestyle section.

PSYCHIATRIST MOM HAS TROUBLES IN HER OWN BACK YARD.

by Fielding Melish.

Noted clinical pscyhiatrist Dr. Yoshiko Katushara Roper is a woman used to easy answers to tough questions. Dr. Roper (43) is on the boards of several psychiatric organizations here in California, and also in her native Japan. She is also a noted feminist and international gay rights advocate.

Dr. Roper was in San Francisco today to field questions from a wide-ranging audience of professionals regarding 'Families in Conflict', part of a three day symposium being held at the San Franciso Hyatt Regency.
Dr. Roper has always found herself to be a lightning rod for controversy, especially since she has a now 19 year old daughter named Tai Anne Roper that she raised from birth with another woman, fellow gay rights activist Glenna Jane Roper of Santa Cruz, California. Then Dr. Yoshiko Katsuhara even went as far as taking Glenna Jane Roper's last name and acting as both mother and legal guardian to young Tai Anne.

Their then unconventional relationship as lesbian parents, and their raising of Tai Anne in a commune in Santa Cruz called 'New Lesbos', has left Dr. Roper open to criticism for years from both the conservative and religious right that she is not qualified to speak on the issue of family psychiatry.

But this morning was especially hard for Dr. Roper. Mid-way through her lecture on Resolving Family Conflicts, she was taken to task by noted radio personality Dr. Laura Schlessinger, who stood up and asked Dr. Roper about the activities of her daughter Tai Anne.

After Dr. Roper explained to the audience that her daughter was a noted private investigator now living in Los Angeles, Dr. Schlessinger seemed to ambush Dr. Roper with news that daughter Tai Anne Roper seems to be the star of her own bondage-themed internet pornsite.

Dr. Roper seemed to have no knowledge of this, and even disputed the facts at first, before Dr. Schlessinger had the website placed on a 60 foot wide viewing screen for the entire audience of 900 to see.

Dr. Schlessinger ran through the entire site, that showed daughter Tai Anne naked and being sexually active and bound by various women. Dr. Roper admitted that the young woman in the picture was indeed her daughter Tai Anne, but that she had no knowledge of these pictures and website and that, "no matter what... I still love my daughter very much."

Dr. Laura Schlessinger then attempted to hold a press conference, but quit after refusing to answer questions regarding her arrest yesterday at a book signing at a Westwood bookstore in Los Angeles.

Abbas smiled. This was a beginning. He went to Fahd who was still attaching things up in the new van. "See if you can get me a local address on this woman, Dr. Yoshiko Katsuhara Roper!"

***

The bathrooms in the Mandarin Oriental are just as luxurious as the suites themselves. Everything is pink marble and gold fixtures. There's even a view of the The City, through smoked, one-way glass of course.

Fannikins Wenche lazed about in a deep, wide tub of hot, soapy water. She giggled and looked over to where Tai Anne Roper was, on the floor in a forced kneel, still straitjacketed, with her ankles strapped to her upper thighs.

The Wenche noticed that Tai Anne seemed to be getting her wits about her again after her brain scramble. She was able to move her head, and grunt into her big rubber ballgag.

"Ahhhhh... nothing is more relaxing than a nice long soak. Eh, Roper?" The Wenche giggled as a series of bubbles came up from center of the tub. "Oopsy! Now that wasn't me! Honest!"

The Wenche parted her legs and allowed Drew Thrasher to come up for air. She was gasping for breath, she was also naked with her hands still cuffed behind her.

"Almost, slavecunt, I am soooo close to a gush!" The Wenche said, spreading her legs again. "So... 'Once more into the breech...'"

Drew nodded and took a deep breath before slipping under the soapy water again. The Wenche wrapped her thighs tight around Drew's head and looked at Tai.

"Fiendly will want to sell you, Roper," The Wenche growled. "To some vanilla goody two shoes who will keep you as a lovetoy in some castle for the rest of your life." She groaned, dancing on the edge. "But not me. I wanna keep you. For myself. For-fucking-ever..."

The Wenche screamed as she orgasmed, humping herself into Drew's face.

A few minutes later, Drew found herself sitting by the side of the tub, still knee deep in the water. Her skin was slick and gleaming, and her wet hair was in her eyes. Tai thought she looked beautiful beyond words.

"One last thing to tidy up, slavecunt," The Wenche said as she swam over to Drew's corner. She had a brand new triple-blade Lady Schick and a can of shaving cream.

"Puh-lease... Mistress," Drew croaked. "Please not that! I've never shaved... there."

"Yes, that is quite a luxurious bush you have, slavecunt!" The Wenche giggled. "I can see why you would be so proud of it! So I tell you what, I'll give you a choice..." She looked at Tai, still kneeling on the floor. "I'll give you a choice. Either I shave you, or you shave your slave, Tai Anne."

"B-But... she's already..."

"Bald cunted? Yes, so I noticed." The Wenche grinned. "I would be wanting you to shave her... bald headed."

Drew looked at her friend, who even now was crying into her gag and shaking her head, causing her long, glossy mane of black hair --that Drew had envied since she had first laid eyes on her-- to shimmer and catch the light.

"Well, slavecunt?" The Wenche asked. "Which is it gonna be?"

***

Officer Gwen Sweet pulled her Kawasaki into the rear parking lot of the Central Division Station house on Vallejo. It was a little after 2pm, which meant she still had two hours til end of shift.

"You wanted to see me, Lou?" Sweet said as she entered the office of Watch Commander and Lieutenant Al Maguire. She had gotten a 'return to station' call over her radio just five minutes ago.

"Not me, Sweet," Maguire said, pointing down the corridor where an older man in a cheap blue suit waited by the coffee machine. "Some louie out of Homicide. Said it was important."

Sweet nodded and hung her helmet on her holster. She slipped her avaitor framed sunglasses off and hung them on the lapel of her leather jacket.

"Officer Sweet?" The man in the cheap suit caught her brass nameplate but found himself caught by her steely gray eyes. "Lieutenant Neil Briggs, Homicide. We need to talk."

"Of course, Lieutenant." Sweet led him to an interview room which was empty except for a battered table and two steel folding chairs. She closed the door behind her. "What's up, sir?"

"Have you had any contact with an Inspector Harry Stoner of this department?" Briggs asked.

"Yes I have," Sweet replied. "He was working the disappearance of two women, Jessica McClintock and Tai Anne Roper. I had some pertinent information, so I asked to see him."

"What was this information, Sweet?"

"I stopped Roper for speeding on Saturday," Sweet said. "She told me she was a PI working the McClintock case. On Sunday, I was approached by an LA cop who's a friend of Roper named Iwana Binder. She was looking for Roper, who had disappeared by then, As a professional courtesy, I told her what I knew, which wasn't much."

Briggs nodded. "Are you aware of the fact that this Iwana Binder is now missing?"

Sweet nodded. "I was made aware of that this morning by Tai Anne Roper."

Briggs eyes widened. "Then the Roper girl is no longer missing?!"

"She wasn't a few hours ago," Sweet said. "She wanted to know what I knew about Binder's disappearance, I said I'd look into it. And so I did. That's when I talked to your Inspector Stoner."

Briggs nodded. "You know, I've heard about you, Sweet. A lot of people in the department think you're the cleanest cop on the force. They say you won't even take a free cup of coffee."

Sweet shrugged. "You take something for nothing, you end up paying double for it in the long run."

"Well then, let me tell you where I'm coming from," Briggs said. "The Chief got a call this morning from The Mayor. Seems a very close friend of Hizzoner called him, claiming that members of the SFPD abducted Iwana Binder from her motel in the early hours of this morning. The Chief took this info and leaned on the Deputy Chief, who leaned on Captain Avery... who leaned on me."

"You have any ID on these supposed cops?"

"Not yet, but frankly it sounds like the kind of shit Stoner would pull." Briggs shook his head. "Something about him... just isn't right."

"Lieutenant," Sweet said, choosing her words carefully. "What if I told you that I can get Iwana Binder back, by late this afternoon, without any of what you just mentioned coming out... either to Internal Affairs or the press?"

"I'd say you'd make me a very happy man," Briggs replied. "But can you do it?"

"I'm supposed to see Iwana Binder today after I get off my shift," Sweet said. "After that she'll be free as a bird."

"Then you do know who's holding her!"

"That depends, Lieutenant," Sweet said. "Do you want me to handle this my way, or not?"

Briggs considered his options. "Once Binder is free, won't she be talking?"

"She has no reason too," Sweet said. "Her hands aren't clean in this matter either."

"Okay, we'll do it your way." Briggs shook his head. "I just wish there was some way to calm down Hizzoner's friend..."

"Do you know who he is?"

"'She', Officer," Briggs said. "Dr. Yoshiko Katsuhara Roper to be precise."

Sweet blinked. "Any relation to..."

"Tai Anne Roper's mother. She's a big wheel psychiatrist here in both California and Japan," Briggs said. "Has an office in the new Nakatomi Centre in Japantown."

Sweet mulled that one over. "Well, since I've met her daughter three times now, it might help if I chatted her up..."

Briggs snapped his finger. "That's a damned good idea, Sweet! Why don't you head on over there and see if you can calm her down. Then once you get Ms. Binder back, you can run her over to this Dr. Roper."

Sweet nodded. "Okay, I'll motor over there right now."

"Umph-ph-ph!" Briggs held up his hands. "Better keep this unofficial. Go ahead and change into your civvies, while I clear this with your watch commander. Then head over there and talk to her."

Sweet nodded.

"Also, take this." Briggs handed her his business card. "You can reach me at my cell number anytime. If you have any trouble with Dr. Roper, or picking up Ms. Binder. Call me."

"Roger that," Sweet said.

***

Tai Anne Roper was now in the luxurious bedroom suite of Fannikins Wenche. She had been dragged their by The Wenche herself not ten minutes ago and left by herself.

Tai needed the time alone. She felt like that line from that old Jim Croce song, like a jigsaw puzzle with a couple of pieces gone. But she also felt her old self returning.

She was still in a forced slave kneel, legs strapped and straitjacket and gag intact. She didn't see The Wenche doing anything stupid like releasing her --or Drew-- anytime soon.

Suddenly, Drew strode the room, unbound and alone. She was dressed in an impossibly severe corset made of shiny black rubber and polished black steel panels. She also wore over-the-knee, high-heeled bitch boots of black latex and a matching, high necked collar. Her arms were in polished black latex gloves past the elbows.

Her breasts were free and looked very plumped up from the corset, as was her bare bottom. She turned and looked at Tai, letting her see her newly shaved cunt.

Drew was angry. Tai could see it in her eyes. That and her newly applied severe makeup and now slicked back dark hair made her look like the Dommie from Hell.

"I should've shaved you bald, slave!" Drew hissed at Tai. "Do you have any concept of how... how... humiliating it is to have your bush shaved clean away by another woman!"

Well as a matter of fact... But Tai could only hum into her gag.

"And look at this getup!" Drew continued. "I can barely take a breath, my arse is sticking out a mile and so are my tits! I also can't walk worth a damn in these heels!"

Tai shrugged. Yeah, but you do look hot!

"Just watch yourself, slave!" Drew got in close to her. "I'm in this jackpot because of you... and if you cause me anymore grief, you will be sorry!"

That's when Drew smiled and winked at Tai.

Tai blinked twice in reponse. She got the message.

"Bitch." Drew raised her hand to strike Tai across the face... but hesitated.

"Go ahead, do it!" The Wenche appeared in the doorway. Sh was still damp and wearing a red silk robe. She had been hiding in the darkened hallway with a scotch on the rocks. "Let the bitch taste your glove!"

"No, I want something else," Drew said. "With your permission, Mistress?"

"Of course, slavecunt," The Wenche said as she found a chair and sat in it. "Just as long as I can watch!"

Drew nodded and dragged the kneeling Tai Anne over to the side of the bed. She sat on the bed and spread her long, lean legs open before Tai.

She bent down and removed Tai's ballgag. Tai's mouth was numb, but she could still feel the heat as Drew kissed and tongued her.

"This is the first time for me," Drew whispered into Tai's ear. "I... I wanted it to be you. But under better circumstances."

Tai licked her lips and grinned.

Drew Thrasher gasped as Tai arched forward and ground her face into Drew's cunt and began working on her with her skilled tongue.

"Good Lord!" Drew gasped as she felt her innermost reaches get penetrated.

The Wenche laughed.

***

The Pacifica Tower Centre was the newest skyscraper to grace the skyline of San Francisco. 52 floors of gleeming black glass that was also supposedly earthquake proof, and had a state of the art, post 9/11, security system.

Jeb Stuart got off the elevator on the 44th floor, where the West Coast offices of McClintock Industries were located. Glass panels showed off samples of their Ororo makeup products while other panels showed the pharmaceutical line. The company motto was Creating a Better Tomorrow... Today!

Yeah right, Jeb thought. He was wearing the most expensive suit he had ever bought in his life, a custom tailored black Armani with a tastefully expensive silk tie. Along with the Italian leather shoes and the platinum Rolex on his wrist, he just as well could've had a neon sign above him saying, don't fuck with me!

He had no briefcase or papers in his hands. He just walked into the lobby and down one of the corridors like he owned the place.

He ignored the two pretty receptionists at their circular desk in the lobby. One was trying to juggle three phone calls, while the other was signing for packages from the UPS guy.

One of the two uniformed security officers who was supposed to check Jeb's ID and give him a pass was too busy trying to look down the dress of one of the receptionists. The other was on a cell phone arguing with a girlfriend.

Jeb suppressed a smile, trying to keep the glower of a pissed-off corporate headhunter on his face. Corporate Security! The more they worked on the plumbing, the easier it was to stop up the sink.

In point of fact, he was on a two-pronged fishing expedition. His best intel had Matt McClintock himself somewhere in these offices today. He wanted to grill him about the present whereabouts of the AWOL vaudeville team of Thrasher & Roper. He also wanted a chance to hack into the company's mainframe computer.

He passed an office door marked VP-SHIPPING. Through the frosted glass, he could see the interior office was dark.

Jeb casually opened the door with his lock pick and checked for any break sensors. Nothing. he closed and locked the door and went to the desk where the nameplate read JIM FERGUSON. He sat down and powered up Jim's desktop computer.

Five minutes later, he exited the office. He had installed a blackbox 'tap' that would allow him to access the mainframe at his leisure.

Well, that was easy! he thought.

"Excuse me, sir?"

A woman's voice. He turned to see a prim yet quite busty young latina woman wearing the red blazer and matching short skirt of Security. Her nameplate read J. LOPEZ.

Jeb kept moving with purpose. "Yes, what do you want?"

She struggled to keep up. "I need to see your pass, sir!"

"A pass?" He smirked. "I don't need any stinking pass! This isn't high school, young lady!"

"Well may I ask who you..."

My name is Bill Clay, I am an efficiency consultant brought in at Mr. McClintock's request, and so far I see room for much improvement. Anything else?"

"Yes!" She almost leaped in front of him. "I am going to have to insist on seeing some ID Mr. Clay!"

"Very well, Ms. Lopez." He smiled as he reached into his jacket pocket. "Or do people call you J. Lo?"

"Only jeeerrrkkzzz..." her voice fuzzed out as he sprayed what looked like mouthspray in her pretty face. It was really a low grade knockout gas called Nirvana. A favorite of white slavers and date rapists the world over.

"Here, Ms. Lopez. allow me." He steered her into the ladies restroom. It was thankfully empty, with four stalls, no waiting. Jeb snatched a fresh maxipad from the dispenser and guided Ms. Lopez by her shoulders to the last stall and sat her down on the toilet seat, closing the door behind him.

And not too soon either. A couple of giggling women entered right after that, comparing notes on their weekends while one took a pee and the other had a quick smoke. Jeb kept one hand tight over J. Lo's mouth as he sat in her lap so only one pair of feminine feet would show under the stall door.

He watched as her wide, scared eyes stared at him. He tried to tell himself that his cause was just.

When they were gone, he got off her and pulled three plastic cord ties from a pocket.

The first plastic tie went around her trim, crossed ankles. He crossed her wrists behind her back and secured them with the second tie to the chromed toilet plumbing.

He kneeled next to her. "Tell me, J. Lo... which room is Mr. McClintock in?"

I... can't..."

Another whisp of Nirvana.

"Private office... off Conference Room 425..."

"Thank you..." Jeb jammed most of the maxipad into J. Lo's mouth and secured it with the last cord tie. She looked like she was gathering nuts for the winter.

He got up and watched her pull and struggle against her bonds, with weak hums coming from the gag.

Jeb closed the stall door, straightened his tie in the mirror and walked out, being careful to close the ladie's room door and spring the locking bolt with his lockpick.

He continued down the corridor. If he was lucky, he had five minutes, tops.

Jeb found Conference Room 425, no prob. He picked the lock and entered. Checking the short corridor to the left, he opened that door and found Matthew McClintock.

McClintock was naked, except for a shirt, and was busy pumping away doggie style into a young Asian girl who was dressed like a... well, doggie herself, complete with a wagging tail and rubber paws over her hands. Her legs were drawn back so she was kneeling. Also, she was wearing a tan latex bodysuit, floppy rubber ears and a dog collar with a leash.

"Gooooood girl! Come to daddy-oh!" McClintock was saying as he continued to pump himself into her.

"Bow row! Bow row row!" The girlpup replied.

Jeb slammed the door behind him.

McClintock yelped as he pulled out of her. His doggiegirl howled and scurried off the desk and into a little plastic dog house in a corner of the office.

"What is the meaning of this intrusion!" McClintock drew himself up and tried to look indignant, tough to do while your 10 inch, rock hard schlong was waving around in front of you like a cattle prod. "I demand an answer!"

Sorry," Jeb said. "But I'm with the San Francisco branch of the ASPCA... I was investigating a report of cruelty to animals..."

"Very fucking funny," McClintock hissed. He reached for a cellphone on the desk... just before it exploded into flinders.

He looked at Jeb, who was now holding his silencered Hk-23 pistol. Smoke drifted off the barrel. "Let's keep this between us, okay?"

"Who are you and what do you want?"

My name is Stuart. Jeb Stuart," he replied. "And I am here to find out what the hell happened to Tai Anne Roper and Drew Thrasher after they had lunch with you this afternoon."

"Who?" McClintock smirked. A beat later he yelped as a carafe of ice water exploded all over his desk.

"That's the last inanimate object I intend to vent my frustration on," Jeb said, pointing the pistol at McClintock's lower body. "Next time, I'll start on various... joints."

McClintock grabbed himself between the legs, trying to keep his very erect penis from waving about. "Please! Not that!"

"Then talk!" Jeb shouted. "Where is Roper and Thrasher!

"I don't know! And that's the truth!" McClintock cried. "After the lunch, my people arranged for them both to be kidnapped by these Arab guys..."

That got a reaction. Jeb stepped forward and jammed the barrel of the gun into McClintock's mouth. "You tellin' me you gave those women up to the fuckin' Fist of Allah, motherfucker?" He shouted.

"Numph! Numph!" Jeb extracated the barrel. "They were with the Fist of Allah! Bu-But they got kidnapped from them by somebody else!"

"Bullshit!" Jeb hissed.

"I am afraid he's telling the truth, old boy!"

The man's voice came from behind. Jeb swiveled about, keeping his gun on McClintock. A tall, well-dressed man in a suit and tie a little better than Jeb's was just closing the office door behind him. He was unarmed, but he was smiling.

"Allow me to introduce myself, I am..."

"Will Tanner-Hyde," Jeb finished.

"You know of me?"

"Only by reputation," Jeb replied. "Or lack there of. Killers of women and children tend to stick in my mind."

"Well, if you know my rep, then you know I am never personally armed." He opened his jacket up to prove it. "Now, do I know of you?"

"Jeb Stuart."

"Ah yes... a former lackey of the CIA... Completely Inept Assholes." Tanner-Hyde chuckled. "I heard of your rather lackluster wetwork in Cambodia and Afghanistan."

"Good," Jeb said. "Now that our resumes are in order, tell me where Thrasher and Roper are before I increase the number of orifices in your employer's body."

"Will!" McClintock screeched. "Do something!"

"Alright, Matt," Tanner-Hyde smiled. "Do keep your shirt on... and also try to find some pants." He looked at Jeb. "Now, I did indeed hand off Ms. Thrasher and Ms. Roper to those Fist of Allah fellows. But, they promptly lost them to another couple of acquaintances of yours... Dr. Fiendly and Fannikins Wenche. Heavens knows what they're doing to them!"

"You expect me to believe that?"

"Think what you like, old boy," Tanner-Hyde replied. "But would I make up a story that preposterous? Something that ludicrous has to be the truth."

"And you have no idea where Fiendly and Wenche are now?"

"If I did, I would have already sicced those towelheaded lunatics on them. But, alas! Such is not the case. Anything else?"

"Yes." Jeb now turned his attention to Tanner-Hyde, but kept the barrel of his pistol against McClintock's face. "You were the one who got this idiot to hire Tai Anne Roper in the first place, weren't you?"

"Bravo!" Tanner-Hyde laughed. You see, when I was first hired by Matthew to find his daughter, I knew I had to do something to get the ball rolling. So I hired that lezzie bimbette to putter about the town... of course she was hardwired so I could follow her every move..."

Jeb nodded. "Lemme guess. The company credit card with the generous limit?"

"Just so. It contained a GPS chip. That led me to The Brickyard... and dear Jessica's hidey hole."

"I just want my daughter back!" McClintock whined.

"Shut up." Jeb stayed focused on Tanner-Hyde. "And what about the pheramones he used on her to get her to fall in love with him?"

"You mean The Love Bug?" Tanner-Hyde asked. "That was merely a ploy to get the cooze to cooperate. Matthew believes in better fucking through chemistry... as you can tell by that massive boner he continues to wave about."

Jeb nodded. "One more thing." He turned back to McClintock. "What the hell is it you want from your daughter?"

McClintock was breathing hard, almost hyperventilating. "What do you mean? She's my only daughter, dammit! She's my blood. Get it? My blood! Everything she is... she owes to me! I was the one who strived for forty fuckin' years for physical perfection! And she gets it handed to her on a silver fuckin' platter? It isn't fair!"

"That's enough, Matthew," Tanner-Hyde said quietly.

"I'd say so." Jeb eased the pistol away from McClintock and started for the door. He stopped as he remembered someone.

"Yo! Doggiegirl!"

Her head popped out of the doghouse. "Yeah?"

"You want outta here?"

"Are you kiddin'? I'm pullin' down nine bills and hour!" She placed her paws on her chin. "Now are you done? I got a three o'clock in fucking Marin County!"

"I'm done." And with that, Jeb Stuart ghosted out the door and into the into the corridor.

Matt McClintock looked at Tanner-Hyde. "Well? Go after him!"

Tanner-Hyde lit a fine Cuban cigar with his gold Dunhill lighter. "You're paying me to go after your daughter... not ex-spooks. Besides, he's already history." He looked at his employer and sighed. "Now for God's sake, would you please put on some pants!"

***

Pulling out of the Pacifica Tower Centre's underground garage, Jeb Stuart tried to puzzle out his next move. Should he get a location on Fiendly and Wenche and try to rescue Drew and Tai Anne? What about Iwana Binder who was still cooling her heels at The Brickyard? He shook his head. So many damsels, so little time.

"Paper, mista?" a black kid was going down the line of cars that were waiting for the light to change, selling the afternoon edition of the SF Examiner.

"Sure, kid." Jeb tossed him a dollar and sifted through the pages while waiting for the traffic to let up on California.

His heart skipped a beat when he read the story in the Lifestyles section about Dr. Yoshiko Katsuhara Roper.

He knew if he could read the paper, so could those towelheaded lunatics with the Fist of Allah.

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