Tai Anne Roper

by Nicole Sutter

Also, her nose bleed had stopped. She pulled the kleenex out of her nose and sniffled.

So, where to first? She had virgin plastic and 5K in cash burning a hole in her back pocket. She also carried a zippered leather case that held the files on Jessica's disappearance.

She stopped in Union Square long enough to get hit on by two panhandlers and a Scientologist recruiter. She glanced at her watch. 1:41 pm. Time for lunch! When the going gets tuff, the tuff go to lunch.

The underground parking garage at Union Square was pretty much as historical a place as an underground parking garage could get. It was the first underground garage in North America, built in 1942, and was used as a bomb shelter during WW2. It had even survived the recent earthquakes.

Usually at this time of day it was full up, but on a Saturday a lot of the office workers were home and the shoppers couldn't quite manage to take all the spaces. Tai had parked her Honda motorbike on the nearly deserted lowest level.

Taking the ramp down, she was still in happy mode. She danced down the poorly lit, concrete ramp singing "Hit Me Baby, One More Time" about as well as Britney Spears did.

She stopped when she looked down on the rows of parking spaces and saw someone already sitting on her parked Honda motorcycle.

It was a woman, tall and slender, wearing a too tight and too short black leather skirt, a very tight white spandex tank top and calf high, black vinyl boots with nosebleed heels that were currently hooked on each of the handlebars of her motorbike, arching back and forth as she made 'vroom vroom' noises.

She was pretty in her way, with a short, dark pageboy hairdo. Tai Anne Roper recognized her as she now angrily strode towards her.

"Hullo, Roper," The woman said languidly in a Brit accent that was as fake as her boobs. "I could hear you coming from two levels down. Screeching like some horrid pop tart whilst strutting that gargantuan arse of yours..."

"Hiya, Wenchie," Tai replied. "What a coincidence! This is the second time today I've gone to an underground garage to find a piece of slacker trash with their big, fat ass on my bike..."

"Leave it to you to own a horrid lil Jap road rocket like this!" She laughed. "Why I have a Ducati back home that could pass this thing so fast it would burn the chrome off!"

"Talk is cheap," Tai replied. "And so wuz yo' mama!"

"Watch the mouth, bitch." The woman rolled off the bike as Tai threw a spin kick at her head. The woman retaliated with a series of punches and jabs that Tai either sidestepped or blocked.

Tai threw a hard body kick that caught the woman in the right breast and knocked her on the pavement. She was on her feet again in a split second, allowing Tai to slip into her trained defensive stance.

As they circled each other, a third figure stepped out of the darkness and approached.

"All right, ladies, that is quite enough." He talked and was dressed like a proper English gentleman, wearing a dark, three-piece suit and tie. A pleasant faced, fifty-something gent with an aristocratic air about him. James Bond gone slightly to seed. "Frankly, I could watch a catfight between two leather-clad beauties for hours! But alas, time is of the essence."

Both women stopped. Tai recognized him as well.

"Dammit, Fiendly," the woman hissed. "The cunt kicked me in the tit! I want a piece of her!"

"All in good time, Fannikins dear." the man replied.

The woman Tai had been fighting was Fannikins Wenche. As the police files of a dozen nations would attest, she was a 'known associate' of the man standing before her, who was known simply as Dr. Fiendly.

Now whether Dr. Fiendly was a real MD was a matter of debate. He did carry an old fashioned, black doctor's bag in his left hand, that went well with the old fashioned, broomhandle Mauser pistol he now had in his right hand, aimed right at Tai's belly.

"Well, Fiendly," Tai said. "Is this what it's come down to for you and your cooze? Muggings and carjackings in underground garages? My Gaaawd, how the mighty have fallen!"

"Glad to see your sense of humour is intact, Tai Anne," Fiendly said. "You are going to need it." He chuckled. "But in point of fact, both Ms. Wenche and I are quite gainfully employed at the moment. In fact, we are working for the same man as you are... with the same quest to be fulfilled."

Tai frowned. "McClintock?"

"Indeed," The Wenche said. "And we too are looking for dahling, sweet Jessica."

Tai nodded. "McClintock told me that he was prepared if it turned out his daughter's disappearance was a kidnap for ransom." She smirked. "I didn't know he would hire you two miscreants."

"Come now," Dr. Fiendly said. "I do have my bonafides as a former agent of Her Majesty's Secret Service ... besides all those years I laboured as an international white slaver." He shrugged. "I know how to steal a girl ... I bloody well ought to be able to find one!"

"Like in Barcelona last year?" Tai said. "When you 'found' Lady Esperanza?"

"That was simple economics," Fiendly replied. "The young idiots who kidnapped her had no real idea of her net worth! So we got rid of them and took over the deal. Everybody got paid."

"Except we would've been paid a helluva lot more if you hadn't queered the deal, Miss goody-two-shoes!" The Wenche hissed at her.

"Yes," Fiendly said. "And Tai Anne, was it really necessary for you to torch my fully restored, '64 Jaguar XKE after you rescued her Ladyship from the villa?"

Tai smiled. "Not really. I just... indulged myself."

"You bitch..." The Wenche growled.

"So what's the dealio?" Tai said. "You want to join forces and work together to find the missing Miss McClintock? 'Hands Across the Atlantic, and all that rot?"

"Not quite," Fiendly replied. "Altho we currently know as much about Miss McClintock's current wherabouts as you, we are in no mood to start competing with an energetic young girl with such disgustingly high ideals as yourself."

"Besides, two seasoned investigators looking for lil Jessica is quite enuff!" The Wenche said.

"You two aren't investigators," Tai spat. "At best you're 'go-betweens', always thinking of your own paydays. At worst ... you're carrion, feeding on the misery of others!"

"See? Now that's why I have to be so strict with you, Tai Anne!" Fiendly shook his head. "I don't need you spreading such lies to our common employer."

"Cut to the chase, Fiendly," Fannikins said.

"Very well." Fiendly snapped back the hammer to the Mauser. "Please place your hands on your head, fingers interlocked."

"And what if i don't? Are you going to kill me, Dr. Fiendly?" Tai laughed and glanced at The Wenche. "Now Fannikins here would do me in a New York minute. But she wears your collar, and you still hold the leash, right?"

The Wenche growled.

"But you wouldn't kill me," Tai said. "I just know you don't have it in you. You are many things, Doctor. An ex-soldier, a fallen hero, a white slaver and a fiend. But you aren't a cold blooded killer."

Silence. Somewhere on an upper level a car door slammed.

"Bravo, Tai Anne," Fiendly said. "You have found me out. Indeed, I do not have it in my heart to kill as fine a looking girl as yourself." He sighed. "However, I do have it within me to maim you. In this case, a .45 calibre round to your right kneecap. Which will result in 4 to 6 weeks of hospital care and 6 months of orthopedic therapy, after which you will still need a leg brace to hobble about."

Tai nodded and dropped the leather case she was holding onto the pavement. She placed her hands on her head, fingers interlocked.

"Good girl!" Fiendly said. "Fannikins, would you do the honours?"

"A pleasure." The Wenche smiled as she walked up behind Tai and kicked her legs farther apart. "Spread 'em. Two words I imagine you've heard before."

Tai gritted her teeth as The Wenche searched her. She squeezed her breasts painfully and then pinched and twisted her nipples. Keeerist, Tai thought, her eyes watering. Three times in one day?

"Move along, Fannikins," Fiendly admonished. "I wanted you to frisk her, not give her a breast exam."

She moved on, pinching and slapping Tai down her body to her ankles. Along the way, she took her wallet, keys, Gerber tactical folding knife, Mini-Mag-Lite and Nokia cell phone.

"Done." The Wenche stood up, slipping Tai's things into her purse along with the zippered case. The Wenche grabbed Tai's leather jacket by the collar and yanked it off of her, pulling her arms down. Tai kept her hands by her sides as The Wenche draped the jacket over her bike.

The Wenche admired the skintight curves of the short-sleeved, black knit turtleneck sweater Tai wore. She took some rope out of her purse.

"Hands behind your back. Palms together, girl."

Tai looked at the black muzzle of Fiendly's Mauser pointed at her knee and complied.

Oh the joy! The Wenche almost creamed as she wound the eighth of an inch nylon cord around and around Tai's slender wrists. Three ... four ... why not five times? Then three times between for a cute little cinch that was achingly tight! She even ran a loop over and around Tai's thumbs before finishing her off with a series of knots so tight that this would have to be cut off her.

"Fannikins, there is this wonderful time saving device called 'handcuffs'..." Fiendly began.

"Oh noooooooo!" The Wenche replied as she got more rope ready. "The little cunt isn't going to Houdini out of this one!"

Tai bit her lip as her elbows were brought together and then cinched tight. Around and around went the rope, followed by more knots.

Now her breasts looked like they were going to burst her sweater at any moment.

"Shall we repair to my car?" Fiendly suggested. "A less public place might be in order, if you intend to make a production out of this."

The Wenche grabbed a hurting Tai Anne Roper by her ear and walked her bent over to a corner of the garage where Fiendly had parked.

"Like it? I drove her off the dealer's lot today!" Fiendly seemed very proud of the gleeming new car. "Its a Jaguar 4.0 litre, V-8, S-Class sedan. I was lucky they had one one in Aspen Green."

Fiendly opened the left rear door and The Wenche slung Tai into the back seat. She then knelt before Tai and crossed her ankles.

"I think not, Fannikins!" Fiendly said. "If you tie her ankles that means somebody has to cart her about, and my days of hoisting damsels in a fireman's carry are long gone, I can assure you of that!"

"Fine!" The Wenche grumped. She dug in her purse for the shackles.

"I was also able to get the optional 'sports package', and the coded security options," Fiendly said to Tai. "Interior soundproofing, tinted and bullet-resistant windscreens and side glass, blow-out proof tyres, kevlar side panels..."

"Fiendly," Tai groaned. "What are you going to do to me?"

"All in good time, dear girl," Fiendly replied as The Wenche snapped on steel shackles with a ten inch chain over Tai's boots. She tightened the ratchets until Tai could feel it through her boot leather.

"Owie...." Tai hissed.

"Suck it up, girl." The Wenche pushed Tai's chained feet into the car and slammed the door shut in her face.

The Wenche stood up and walked to Fiendly, who accepted a deep kiss from her.

"Wet, dear?" he whispered.

"Dripping." She looked at the motorcycle. "What about..."

"Leave it, let the local constabulary have something to amuse themselves with."

The Wenche laughed as she walked around and opened the passenger's side rear door to sit next to the bound and helpless Tai.

The Wenche fumbled in her purse and retrieved a rather massive, red rubber ball gag with straps. Tai gulped as The Wenche hiked her short leather skirt, pulled her thong to one side, and rubbed the ball gag deep along the wet crease of her cunt.

"D-Doctor?" Tai whimpered, as Fiendly got in the driver's seat. "I thought you said this car was soundproof?!"

"Oh it is, dear girl!" Fiendly said, looking in the rearview mirror with relish as The Wenche forced the dripping rubber ball into Tai's mouth. "You could scream merrily and never be heard from the outside. But that doesn't mean I want to hear your high decibel warblings."

"Besides," The Wenche said as she brutally yanked the strap to the ball gag and buckled it. "You might try to sing some more Britney Spears."

Tai Anne Roper groaned as she bit into the big ball of rubber strapped inside her mouth. It tasted of The Wenche. Tai wondered when was the last time she had bothered to douche.

Fiendly started the car up as The Wenche slipped her arm around Tai's shoulders and placed her left leg between Tai's leathered legs, the heel of The Wenche's boot trapping the shackle chain connecting Tai's feet.

"Let's away!" Dr. Fiendly said grandly.

***
The Jaguar cruised effortlessly up through the levels of the car park.

"I suppose you're wondering what will happen to you?" Fiendly asked. "Nothing too horrendous I assure you. But in point of fact, you have been... getting in our way, of late. And your abduction today is the beginning of a long term solution to that problem."

Tai moaned, Fiendly caught her wide, pleading eyes in the rearview mirror and had to bite his tongue. Good Lord!

"Should just dump her in the bay!" The Wenche growled.

"Now Fannikins!" Fiendly pulled to a stop and let the power side window hum open just enough to hand the attendent his punchcard and a ten dollar bill. The Wenche twisted Tai's nipple so she was biting deep into the gag the whole time. The dark-tinted glass kept the car's interior cloaked.

The window hummed closed and Fiendly turned onto Geary.

"In fact," Fiendly said. "I have contacted an old friend of mine, Prince Jeffri of the Kingdom of Brunei... a small enclave located somewhere on the coast of Borneo. He delights in training bratty western girls into harem slaves. When I told him about you --a 19 year old avowed militant lesbian with a killer bod-- he got quite excited. Sent me enough money up front to buy this car!"

Tai started to cry, blinking away tears as she looked out the window at San Francisco on a sunny Saturday afternoon. Crowds of shoppers and tourists were on the sidewalks just a few feet away. While behind the tinted dark sideglass of the Jag, no one saw a weeping, gagged girl.

"Oh, I do so love tears!" The Wenche gushed. She pulled Tai's head to face her and lapped at her cheeks with her long, almost serpentine tongue. "Sweet!"

Tai saw that Fiendly had just come to a halt at the intersection of Geary and Powell, waiting on a red light. That's when she finally made her move.

She drew back and head-butted The Wenche across the bridge of her nose hard enough to knock her senseless. Tai kicked back The Wenche's leg settled between her own and drew her legs back to fling her booted feet over the headrest of the driver's seat.

The ten inch chain on the leg shackles slipped over Fiendly's head and around his neck. Tai yanked back, crossing her ankles behind the headrest, locking and tightening the chain to choke Fiendly whose neck was suddenly lashed to the headrest.

Fiendly panicked as he suddenly had no air to breath and no way to free the chain. His fingers clawed at the headrest and he twisted about in his bucket seat. His right foot jammed the accelerator and the Jaguar squealed away against the light, tagging the rear fender of a taxi cab crossing Powell, before careening headlong into the chrome grillwork of a black Cadillac Escalade SUV on the opposite side of the intersection.

Tai Anne Roper kept the chain tight around Fiendly's neck for a good loooooong moment more before releasing him.

Outside, chaos reigned at the intersection of Geary and Powell. The taxi had done a 360 and managed to hit a VW Beetle and a Beemer. A northbound Powell Street cable car had been forced to stop and tourists were getting off to take pictures. And from the wrecked Escalade, three huge black men wearing 49'ers workout jerseys had gotten out, watching the steam hissing from their cracked radiator.

"You're dead, cunt!" The Wenche yanked a short, vicious looking knife from her boot and placed it against Tai's throat.

"Don't do it!" Fiendly shouted. The air bags had all popped and deflated in record time. He opened the door and stuck his head out. "I say ... be with you all in a moment! Just checking my passengers!"

"GODDAMN!!!" one of the black men from the Escalade shouted. "AH JUS' KNEW IT WUZ A PASTY FACED WHITE MAN THAT DONE WRECKED MAH CHARIOT!!! GODDAMN!!!"

Fiendly got back in and shut the door, noting that the front cap of his Jag had not faired well in battle with the American SUV. He turned the key in the ignition and got a deep grinding sound. He sobbed.

"Fiendly!" The Wenche shouted. "We have to do something! Let me at least knock her out and loose the ropes..."

"All that does is buy her a trip to hospital, and us not enough time," Fiendly replied. Already the warble of approaching sirens could be heard. He looked at Tai. "If we release you, do you give your word of honour to not tell the authorities or McClintock of this... incident?"

Tai Anne Roper considered her options. She had the upper hand, but she was still roped and gagged with a knife to her throat.

She nodded yes.

"She's lying!" The Wenche howled.

"No she isn't." Fiendly grinned. "Release her and return all her goods to her."

"No way!"

"That's an order, slave!" suddenly Fiendly's voice was like surgical steel.

"Yes... Master," The Wenche gulped, ducking her head before using her knife to start on the ropes binding Tai's wrists and elbows behind her.

Fiendly exited the car to start talking to the crowd awaiting him.

"You think you've bested us, but you have not!" The Wenche hissed as Tai flexed her newly freed arms and rubbed her wrists. "Next time, cunt..."

Tai unbuckled the ball gag and spat it out of her mouth. "Yeah, fuck-ups like you two always need a next time, doncha?"

The Wenche screamed and drew back her fist...

Outside, Fiendly was still trying to explain to the black guys why he didn't have an insurance carrier, when he noticed that his wrecked Jaguar was now rocking back and forth on its springs. He couldn't see or hear what was going on inside, but he had an idea.

A minute later, Tai Anne Roper emerged from the back of the Jaguar, relatively unscathed, with her belongings and the leather case she had carried and minus the rope and shackles.

She smiled at Fiendly who was the calm in a raging storm of overly excited people about him. He smiled back.

She flipped him the bird and strutted back to the underground garage to get her motorcycle.

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