Tai Anne Roper 2
by Nicole Sutter
FOR MATURE READERS ONLY
Chapter - 1 "Adrenalin Rush Hour"
Jill Valentine edged down the well-lit hallway of the mysterious mansion, her 9mm Beretta at the ready.
Ever since she and the rest of the STARS team had entered this place, things had gone from bad to worse. The worst being that this house was infested with flesh eating zombies.
These living dead had already killed at least two members of the first STARS team to enter here. Now her team --including her partner Chris Redfield-- were scattered all over the place, looking for clues and a way out.
Jill came to another door at the end of the hallway. No lock. She opened it. Immediately she felt the warm, dank night air and the familiar, fresh smell of death. A single light illuminated an old cemetery. Not that large a boneyard either, probably belonging to the original family that owned this mansion before the nefarious Umbrella Corporation had taken over.
She stepped outside. Beyond the electrified, chain link fence that encircled the cemetery, lay the darkness of the vast Raccoon Forest, where a series of brutal murders were being investigated by the STARS teams.
The headstones were old. Jill carefully stepped along the worn pathway to see if there was another way out, or some clue to help them in their deadly predicament.
That's when she heard the long, low moan.
She turned as a zombie wobbled towards her. Unlike the freshly dead beings that had once been Umbrella Corp employees, this one seemed as ancient as the tombstone. A few flakes of skin and tattered clothes barely covered its bones, yet the teeth seemed painfully white and sharp as it opened its mouth wider than humanly possible.
Jill Valentine raised her Beretta and fired. Despite two shots to the head, it kept coming. It took three more rounds to put it down.
Then there was more moaning... as six more zombies began to pull themselves out of the earth. Jill kept her cool and tried moving for the door as she kept firing --dropping a spent clip and slapping her last one in place-- trying to keep some space between her and this ghastly walking death.
One grabbed her booted foot, and took a deep bite out of her leg. She blew its skull off and pulled away, into the arms of three others.
She screamed as they ripped into her flesh, rendering her to bloody pieces...
*******
"Damn, Geek! This game rules!" Sergeant Iwana Binder of the Los Angeles Police Department put down the controller for the Nintendo GameCube system she was playing on. "Killah graphics!"
"Tole yaaaaah!" The Geek said. He was a skinny, twentysomething white kid with thick glasses and acne who ran a hole-in-the-wall electronics shop just off Victory Boulevard in North Hollywood.
The Geek sold stereos, TVs, computers and game consoles, and specialized in bootleg CDs, DVDs, CD-Rs and anything else you could desire that could be listened to and/or watched, from Japanese hentai anime to all six volumes of the Faces of Death series.
"But Ah'm not buyin a whole new system fo' one damn game," Iwana said. "An Ah already gots Resident Evil fo' mah old PSone."
The Geek rolled his eyes at this heretic of the gaming world. "For God's sake, Sergeant! I am offering you a GameCube fresh outta the box and the new 'O2 version of the RE game for seventy-five bucks cash! Just because I like you!"
"Now, G-man... you wouldn't be tryin' to move a hot console, wouldcha?" Iwana Binder looked at The Geek over the rims of her Oakley shades. She was a tall, imposing and muscular black woman in her late twenties. Her face was severe, yet pretty, just like her short and sassy, high-top fade.
Add in her pressed, blue serge uniform, shined gold shield and polished Sam Browne belt loaded down with various weapons and you had a force to be reckoned with. And like every other male with a pulse on her beat, The Geek was hopelessly in love with her.
"No Ma'am, Sergeant Binder, Ma'am!" The Geek replied. "I'd never sell you a hot anything!".
"Oh, like last week when you tried t' sell me that widescreen TV that still had a snipped cable wire attached?"
"Gee, Sergeant Binder, I told you about that! This guy wanted to sell me his TV so bad, he couldn't wait to get it outta his house!"
"Ah bet!" Iwana laughed. "Well, thanks but no thanks. Ah already got a half dozen games Ah ain't gotten through. Hell, I'm still stuck in Tomb Raider 3." She headed for the door, but stopped short. "An' Geek? One o' dese days, Ah'm gonna bust yore ass."
The Geek sighed as she walked out the door, trying to imagine what she would look like in a leather catsuit, long bitch boots and a whip...
Iwana Binder stepped out onto the sidewalk. It was a cool Tuesday afternoon in Los Angeles, just after 5pm. She was working the PM shift, four to midnight. This was also her first day back on the job since her 'San Francisco Adventure', as she liked to think of it.
Her black and white cruiser was parked at the curb, her new partner, Jamaal Bledsoe, was riding shotgun, scribbling fresh additions to the hot sheet just like every other slick-sleeved rookie on the LAPD did for the first two weeks they were on the street. Sergeant Iwana Binder worked out of the North Hollywood Division as a sector supervisor, usually in a 'L' car, which meant she didn't have to suffer a partner. Like Probationary Patrolman Jamaal Bledsoe.
Iwana got in and started the Ford Crown Vic up. The police radio was still playing the day's miseries.
"Anything happen in there, Sergeant?" Bledsoe asked. He was an earnest young black man without a trace of inner city patois. He had told Iwana he had lived in Orange County all his life and had just moved to LA.
"Ah got killed by zombies again," Iwana growled as she turned the wheel hard left and squealed out into rush hour traffic. Bledsoe cleared them with dispatch and they immediately got a call.
"15-Zebra-3... see the woman, GTA... 17933 Fernandez Place..."
Iwana let Bledsoe respond as she accelerated and turned north on Lankersham. It was that time of day. All the worker drones coming out of their places of business to find their cars either stolen or broken into. Iwana knew that she and her partner --along with every other cop riding in a black and white-- would be busy as hell for the next two hours.
It was slow going in the bumper-to-bumper traffic. Bledsoe looked over at her and decided to make a little small talk. "So, what did you do on your little... vacation?"
"Y' mean mah lil' suspension?" Iwana corrected. She'd accrued three days of unpaid leave for letting a bunch of leatherdykes corner Dr. Laura Schlessinger in the ladies room of the Borders Bookstore in Westwood during a booksigning.
"Yeah. You go anywhere?"
"Went up to San Francisco t' see mah sistahgrrl."
"Your sister has a daughter in San Francisco?"
Noooo... mah sistahgrrl. Mah sweetie." Iwana honked the horn and switched lanes. "She lives with me. Get it?"
"Oh!" Bledsoe replied, figuring that there was now a grain of truth to all those stories he'd heard about Sgt. Binder being a lez. "So what did you end up doing up there?"
"Well... first ah found out mah sisahgrrl had gotten herseff kidnapped... so Ah went to talk t' her employer an' got into a gunfight with these two white slavers," Iwana said matter of factly. "Then Ah caught this cute lil' chinagrrl and this big badass amazon friend o' hers and sexually tortured both o' them for information...
"But befo' Ah could use this info, Ah got kidnapped mahseff, by this woman who runs this fetish bar and bondage video setup in San Fran... an' Ah spent the next day or so bound in rubber and leather while the chinagrrl and the amazon forced so many girl'gasms outta me, ah lost count!
"Finally Ah got rescued, but then Ah hadda fight the amazon in some kinda WWF, freestyle rasslin' match, which Ah won." She looked at Bledsoe. "An' that's how Ah spent mah lil'... vacation!"
Jamaal Bledsoe looked at her. "Look, if you don't want to tell me, just say so."
Iwana chuckled as they pulled up on the scene of the crime. The parking lot of an office 'plex, where a few people were trying to comfort a young woman who was on her cellphone while still staring at the empty parking space that had once held her leased Beemer.
Truth be told, Iwana Binder loved her job. But right this moment there was somewhere else she'd rather be, and someone else she'd rather be there with.
My Sistahgrrl, Iwana thought longingly. I wonder what kind of mischief you are getting yourself into now?
*******
At that moment, Iwana's sistahgrrl was in the girls' bathroom of the St. Swithins School for Young Ladies.
She looked herself over in the mirror; she hated the ridiculous pigtails her long, black hair was in, as she did the school uniform of a too short, pleated black skirt, white cotton, button-down blouse with a silly black necktie and black and white maryjanes with white knee sox.
Instead of looking demur, she looked like a... well, slut! Her full breasts strained at the front of the blouse, even with the black lace, push-up bra she wore. The too short skirt barely covered the juncture of her thighs and missed covering the swell of her firm, chubbed bottomcheeks by a good inch. Pulling at the skirt only made her bare midriff and belly button peek out from under the end of the blouse.
She sighed. No matter how she was dressed, nothing could hide the fact she was a very beautiful young woman. Her full lips, straight nose and almond shaped eyes and olive skin were a study in contrasts. A heady mix of Asian and Mediterranian worlds.
"Tai Anne Roper!"
She turned at the sound of her name and gasped. A beautiful young Chinese woman was standing at the door with her hands on her hips. She was dressed in the same school uniform as Tai was, except her skirt was of shiny black, skintight latex.
"Yes, Taffy?" she answered.
Taffy Chu strode up to her and grabbed her by the ear. "On your knees, kitten!" Tai dropped to her knees as Taffy twisted her ear like a doorknob.
"Owwwie!"
"Thought you could escape me after Home Ec, didn't you?" Taffy snarled.
"N-no, Taffy!" Tai whispered.
"Then show your Mistress some respect, kitten."
Tai knelt lower and kissed Taffy's shiny ankle boots, followed by the hem of her skirt and the knuckle of her right hand.
"Good girl!" Taffy laughed as she forced Tai Anne up to her feet and flung her across one of the sinks. She pulled off her own black necktie and yanked Tai's hands behind her back with her wrists pulled together.
Tai groaned as she felt her hands being bound behind her back. Palm to palm, with a cinch knot. She pulled at it when Taffy was done and realized it was inescapable.
"Now, kitten," Taffy hissed as she swung Tai around to face her. "Let's see if tied hands can still work their magic on that cunt of yours..."
Taffy reached under Tai's skirt and yanked her white, thong-cut panties down to her ankles and palmed Tai's shaved cunt.
"Wet as ever," Taffy smirked. She brought her hand up and licked the palm. "And just as sweet!"
"Taffy... please..."
Taffy slapped Tai hard. "Nuh uh! Business before pleasure, kitten! I have some friends I want you to work your magic on..."
As if on cue, two more schoolgirls appeared at the door, giggling and whispering to each other.
"Kitten, you know Talia... and Babydoll..."
Talia was a tall drink of water with tanned skin and long brown hair. Babydoll was another Asian cutie.
Talia was first, walking down the tiled floor to Taffy and handing her a crisp ten-dollar bill. She then took Tai by her black tie and pulled her along to the last stall, leaving the door open. She wasn't shy.
Tai again dropped to her knees, pulling at her bound hands helplessly as Talia sat on the toilet and spread her legs and lifted away her skirt. Her dripping cunt was before Tai's face.
Tai plunged right in, and soon Talia was moaning and pulling at Tai's pigtails to guide her in deeper and deeper, humping her cunt hard into Tai's face as she licked and slurped.
Standing by the door were Taffy and Babydoll, kissing and playing with each other as they watched the show. Babydoll ripped Taffy's shirt open, sending buttons flying and exposing an exquisite breast with a gold nipple ring. Babydoll licked and played with it as Taffy groaned.
"Thaaaaaasssss it you lil' bitchling... Gaaaaawd...." Talia ground Tai's face in deep and wrapped her thighs around her head as her eyes rolled and she gushed to a mindblowing orgasm.
"Keeeeerist..." Babydoll whispered. "Is she that good?"
"You betcha... lemme show you my kitten's secret weapon." Taffy grabbed Tai by her now soaking wet hair and pulled her face from between Talia's moist thighs with an odd sucking sound. "Show 'em, kitten!"
Tai licked her lips. She then touched the tip of her nose and the point of her chin with her long tongue.
"Oy gevalt!" Babydoll gasped. "Gotta have me some of dat! Oh mamajama!"
Babydoll quickly handed over her ten bucks and pushed Talia out of the way, taking her seat where her friend had been a moment before.
Tai slipped her face deep into Babydoll's bush, tongue working feverishly. After a few minutes, Babydoll was groaning and humping Tai's face into her cunt with equal abandon.
Talia stayed to watch, arms wrapped around Taffy. It didn't take long for the bound and kneeling Tai Anne Roper to make Babydoll come in her face. Tai eased back, her face was slick with girljuice and her cotton blouse was soaked through with the stuff.
"That's a good kitten," Taffy cooed. "I bet your tummy is so full you won't even want any dinner tonight!"
"What the HELL is going on in here!" A female voice thundered from the door.
All the girls winced at the sound of her voice. She was a tall, busty blonde bombshell of a woman in her mid-thirties. She was quite beautiful, with deep blue eyes that could pin you to a wall from across the room. She was wearing a tight, black leather pencil skirt, a white cotton blouse and black leather high heels that clicked on the tiles as she approached them.
"Miss Monet, Miss Babydoll, meet me in the girl's gym in one hour," she growled.
"Yes, Headmistress Paige!" The both said in stereo and curtsied as they ran for the door.
Paige looked at the other two girls, who now stood together.
"Taffy... Tai Anne... what do you have to say for yourselves?" Paige asked.
"It's all Tai Anne's fault, Miz Paige!" Taffy said, pointing at Tai. "I caught the little slut in here pleasuring these two girls... with her tongue!"
"How... distasteful." Paige looked down at Tai. "Is this true, dear?"
Tai licked her lips. "Yes, Miz Paige."
"You naughty, slutty girl!" Paige clucked her tongue as she pulled Tai's panties back up her legs. "And how did you get your hands tied behind your back?"
"Ummmm... I did it, Miz Paige!" Taffy said. "So she wouldn't run away!"
"Good thinking, Taffy!" Paige said. "But I think the little strumpet is in need of some real discipline. Better take her down to my classroom, my students will be at recess for the next hour."
"Sure thing, Miz Paige!"
"And I want you to stick around and witness this punishment... as a matter of record."
"My pleasure, Miz Paige!"
"Meanwhile, gag this girl, in case she gets...rambunctious."
"With what, Miz Paige?"
Paige sighed and hiked up her leather skirt and pulled down her own black silk panties. Tai Anne tried to whine and protest as Paige turned the panties inside out and stuffed them into Tai's mouth. Taffy giggled as she used Tai's necktie to secure the gag.
"Meet me there," Paige said. She winked and walked out of the girl's bathroom.
"MMMmmm...do they taste good, kitten?" Taffy chortled as she pulled Tai to her. "Sorry to make you the fall girl again."
Tai whined as Taffy pulled Tai's skirt up and over her thighs, she drove her thumb into Tai's pantied cunt while her other hand squeezed her nipples.
"Gush for me, Tai!" Taffy whispered into her ear. "Gush your panties just for me!"
Standing with legs locked, Tai Anne groaned and shuddered and finally was taken over the edge into orgasmland..
.
Taffy Chu laughed and brought her drenched hand up to lick her fingers...
"And... CUT!!!"
Tai and Taffy stayed put as a false wall came down, and a techie started removing the digital video cams from their perches in the stall and behind the mirrors.
Kira McElroy, a buff and beautiful red head with a thick Aussie accent strode forward.
"Beauty! Got good feeds on all four cams. Let's set up for the schoolroom scene!"
Tai Anne Roper turned and looked at Taffy. "Hmmph?"
Taffy grinned and loosened the tie enough so she could pull Paige's panties out of Tai's mouth. "Better?"
"Bleh..." Tai made a face. "Who said being a bondage model was all beer and skittles?"
"Sorry, Darlin'," Paige Torne said as she approached while sipping a Diet Coke. "Most of the time it's rope burns and yeast infections..."
"Ha ha..." Tai pulled at her bound wrists. "Taff, undo me, willya?"
"Hush, kitten. The setup will be done in five minutes," Taffy responded.
"I know, but I gotta go to the real little girl's room," Tai said.
"Fine, I'll take you... and even wipe your ass when you're done!" Taffy snickered and took her by one elbow.
"Taffy, no! I... ummmph!!!" Tai's eyes went wide as Paige stuffed her wet panties back into Tai's mouth while Taffy secured the necktie again.
Paige laughed as she watched Taffy lead Tai Anne Roper away.
They were in the deepest reaches of Paige Torne's private domain...The Brickyard. A two-story brick building that took up most of a city block in the SoMa --South of Market Street-- District of San Francisco. The Brickyard was best known as a BDSM fetish bar and dancehall that catered to both the straights, gays and lesbians of The City. It also
contained several swanky restaurants and 'theme' bars.
What most people didn't know was that it also housed the underground studios for Slave Labour Productions. Paige's little entertainment subsidiary where she produced bondage and fetish DVDs and videos, along with still photo sets. She also ran a half dozen X-rated bondage websites. Add up the profits from DVD and VHS sales, photographs and subscription to these internet paysites, and you had a lot of money rolling in.
And the money was needed. Because Paige Torne was also in the business of helping people. People from all over the world who came to Paige to start a new life. Free of the politics or religious dogma or whatever else had them fleeing their previous existence. Sometimes it was a girl from Saudi Arabia who didn't want to undergo ritual circumcision, or a Chinese dissident fleeing a death squad...
Whoever came and for whatever reason, all were welcome at The Brickyard.
Paige watched a red-faced Tai Anne Roper exit a nearby bathroom with her friend Taffy Chu, who was still pulling at Tai's skirt.
Now Tai Anne Roper was a whole 'nother barrel of monkeys...
Just a few days ago, Tai had been a young, beautiful private investigator from Los Angeles, looking into the disappearance of one Jessica McClintock, a 19 year old, Bay area college student. Only Paige had been the one hiding Jessica from her nutcase father, and when Tai stumbled over her little operation here in The Brickyard, one
thing had led to another and wah-laa! Tai Anne Roper was now Slave Labour Production's latest bondagette, with her own pay website and several top selling DVDs out already.
This wasn't just happenstance or a twist of fate either. Tai Anne Roper seemed to have this natural affinity for rope and restraints. And ballgags too, come to think of it.
Of course, Tai Anne still had ideas of working for Paige as an investigator, while all Paige really wanted from Tai was for her to stay bound and gagged --both on and off camera-- as much as possible.
"Okay!" Kira called. "We're set for the schoolroom scene!"
Paige smiled as she watched Taffy lead the bound and gagged Tai Anne Roper over to the set. So far, her plans were coming along nicely.
*******
The GTA report had eaten up twenty minutes of her life, and Sgt. Iwana Binder and her partner Jamaal Bledsoe were now back in their black and white, heading south on Lankersham to investigate another stolen car.
The truth was, North Hollywood --or NoHo as the artsy-fartsy locals called it-- was a neighborhood in transition. This was still the gateway to the San Fernando Valley. A lot of strip malls and businesses both large and small had boomed a few years ago, along with apartment complexes on every other block.
Of course there was always the entertainment industry, with the City of Burbank and all the movie and TV studios just a few blocks away. And along North Hollywood's own Ventura Boulevard was Universal City and the CBS and Fox studios.
But all that prestige couldn't keep the gangbangers out of the neighborhood. Latino gangs from the eastside barrios and black gangstas who were straight outta Compton. Usually they just stole cars or ripped off the expensive sound systems. But sometimes they got greedy.
Like now.
Bledsoe noticed that Iwana had slowed the cruiser down. He looked at her. "Something up?"
"Sidewalk, 2 o'clock."
He looked. Two latino bangers wearing loose jeans, wifebeaters and Nike felony shoes were coming up fast on a well-dressed black woman who was walking down Lankersham swinging her purse with one hand. One banger was skinny and fast looking, his partner was lean but had muscles like a football player. From their gang tats, Iwana pegged them as members of the 13 Suranos, whose turf was all the way over in Boyle Heights, which meant they were trolling in the valley to pick up a little folding green.
"What do we do?" Bledsoe asked.
"Wait for it..."
The two bangers doubleteamed the lady, one smashing her into the side of a parked truck while the other grabbed her purse. Then both of them took off down Lankersham like they'd been shot out of a cannon.
Iwana swerved the cruiser into the curb and jumped out, snagging her nightstick from its spot under the car seat.
"Call it in and stay with the vic!" Iwana shouted as she leaped onto the trunk of a parked Honda Accord and hit the sidewalk running, in hot pursuit of the two perps.
They had a good fifty feet on her, put Iwana pounded after them anyway. They also had ten years on her, and weren't weighed down by the ten pounds of stuff a working cop has to carry around.
Iwana started to catch up. Two blocks were eaten up like they didn't exist.
Sirens on the street as backup arrived. Both perps turned right into an alley still at a dead run, Iwana made the turn and was right on them.
They climbed and went up and over a high, chain link fence bordering a residential area. Iwana jumped for it and almost sailed over the fence. She hopped to the other side and kept running through a backyard, ducking low and keeping her forearms over her face, and old cop's trick so she wouldn't get 'clotheslined' by somebody's laundry.
Up and over another fence, then another and they were in another alleyway, passing a side street where another unit stopped and a fellow cop joined her foot pursuit.
Blood pounding in her ears, Iwana Binder now found herself only ten feet from the perps, who were finally showing signs of wearing out.
The skinny one just gave out, falling to the pavement in total exhaustion. Iwana pulled her cuffs and dropped to one knee long enough to snap one cuff around the perp's right ankle, and the other around his left wrist. She then took off after perp 2.
He was a big kid. Muscular yet lean like a runner. He still had the purse in his hand. And he had gained some ground when Iwana had stopped. Another long block was eaten up in seconds.
Finally at a side street another black and white rolled in almost on top of him.
He skidded to a halt as the two officers got out of their unit. He turned to Iwana, flicking a razor sharp boxcutter out into his right hand.
Iwana skidded to a halt, drawing her nightstick, as he advanced on her with blade swinging. She drove the nightstick into his gut hard enough to make him double over. She then twisted his arm and tossed him onto the hot hood of the black and white, relieving him of the weapon.
"Cuffs!" she called. She caught a pair that one of the other cops tossed her and hooked up the perp.
He was out of breath and totally exhausted, but still had enough strength to look angrily up at Iwana and wheeze, "Besa mi cula, puta!!!"
"Yeah, yeah." Iwana said as she frisked him and handed him off to the other cops. "Yo' mama!"
"Damn, Iwana!" a cop named Darryl Deaver said. "You must've eaten your Wheaties today!"
Iwana just nodded as she stood there, realizing that she felt pretty damn good. Not even tired.
Another cop, a P-2 named Frank Simmons, finally came running up after her. "My partner... has your other perp... in our unit." He was out of breath and sweating bullets. "Damn, Iwana! How'd you do that? I was right behind you... most of the way... and I couldn't keep with you! And I was on the track team at UCLA!"
Iwana laughed. "Like Deaver here said, I musta eaten mah Wheaties!"
"Well, I got news for you, Sergeant," Simmons said. "You just ran seven city blocks like a racehorse! You should quit the LAPD and join the Olympic track and field team and pick up a shitload of gold medals!"
"Ah think yore makin' too much outta a simple adrenalin rush," Iwana said. "Now does somebody wanna give me a lift back to mah unit?"
As she got into Deaver's black and white, she realized what had been the cause for her sudden ability to run like a gazelle. She has always been athletic and fit, but she knew that the last time she had run down a perp like this, she'd been wasted afterwards.
It was all connected to what happened in San Francisco just one day ago. After she'd been beat up in that fight with that amazon, she'd gotten a blood transfusion from the girl that her sistahgrrl, Tai Anne Roper, had been out looking for. A very special girl named Jessica McClintock.
For the umpteenth time today, Iwana wondered what Tai Anne Roper was doing right this very minute...
*******
Tai Anne Roper yelped as the heavy wooden paddle burned across her naked hinder. She wiggled her butt as a single tear streaked down her face.
Paige Torne smiled. They were in the 'classroom' set of Slave Labour Productions. A dozen student desks, a teacher's desk and a blackboard. Straddled across the teacher's desk were Tai Anne Roper and Taffy Chu, side by side, with their nice round asses sticking out, making a pair of perfect targets.
Both were tied with hands behind their backs and roped shoulders to keep their torsos on the desk top. Tai's left ankle was tied to the desk leg, her right ankle to Taffy's left ankle, and finally Taffy's right ankle to the other desk leg. The result kept their legs locked and spread wide. Paige ran her fingers along Tai's exposed cunt and was rewarded with a very wet hand and a moan. She moved over to Taffy.
"Please Miz Paige!" Taffy pleaded. "Don't paddle me! I was a good grrl!"
"You were very naughty, Ms. Chu!" Paige said. "Prostituting your best friend to the other girls... without giving me a cut in the profits!"
Taffy hollered as she got a hard whackadoo across her chubbed cheeks.
"Starting tomorrow, you both will be servicing the student body! And I'll be the one in charge!"
Tai got another hard smack. She screamed as she felt her bottomcheeks spread out over the paddle, followed by a familiar fiery burn. The video camera caught her bulging brown eyes.
"Hush now!" Paige said. "We don't want to disturb the other students!"
Paige picked up a large red apple off the desk and pulled Tai's head back by her hair. She worked the apple into her mouth until it was jammed in tight, effectively gagging her. Taffy got the same treatment, and then Paige laid down the paddle hard on both of them, until finally she stopped to jam her fingers into their sopping cunts to give them both earthshaking orgasms.
And so ended Scene 4-a of Schoolgirl Mischief, a Slave Labour Production, available on DVD or VHS for only $39.95.
*******
Twenty minutes later, Tai Anne Roper was in heaven, enjoying a good hot shower in The Waterworks, a section of The Brickyard that was all black and white tile and copper pipes that led to showers, baths, steam rooms and whatever else you could desire. Many movies for SLP had been filmed here.
Her long, jet-black hair was free of her schoolgirl pigtails. She let the water run down her lean, curvy body in hot rivulets.
Tai opened her eyes as Taffy Chu moved in next to her. Her body was pale perfection, with an intricate Chinese dragon tattoo that covered her back.
They kissed, tenderly and gently caressing each other until they slipped down to a place between the steaming jets of water and once more brought pleasure to one another.
*******
"Jiminy Crickets, I am gonna be late!" Tai said. She was now in the locker room of the Waterworks, slipping on a tight Aeropostale jersey.
"Well, I still have to drop by my store and work the night shift!" Taffy said as she zipped a black latex catsuit up her body. She owned a leather and fetish shop called Fashion Xtremez over on Leavenworth in the Russian Hill District of SF.
Tai hissed as she pulled up her tight, black leather biker jeans. They fit like a second skin, which didn't help Tai's red, recently paddled behind much.
"Tell me about it!" Taffy said, she was also shifting around in her catsuit.
I wonder if this is what they mean by, 'suffering for your art'?" Tai asked as she zipped up her boots.
Taffy laughed.
"Something funny?" Paige Torne asked as she entered. She was in a red silk robe, her long blonde hair streaming down her back.
"Just discussing our working conditions," Taffy said.
"Yeah," Tai said. "We were wondering if we could get a couple of stuntbutts for our next production!"
Paige chuckled. "Sorry I was so hard on you two! But the people who buy our videos expect only the best."
Tai walked over to her. "Really? I thought you just wanted to paddle my hinder for all the trouble I caused you in the last few days."
Paige caressed her face. "That too, brat."
Tai kissed her and headed for the door.
"And just where do you think you're going, little girl?" Paige asked, blocking her way.
"Out," Tai replied. "Jeb invited me over for dinner to meet his family." She frowned. "I am an adult, you know."
Both Taffy and Paige laughed.
"That's debatable!" Paige said. "You're nineteen years old! And I promised your Mama-san I would look after you while you were living here."
"But..."
"No buts," Paige said. "You have an eleven pm curfew tonight, and if you're one minute late, I'll ground you for a week!"
"Ground me?!" Tai exclaimed.
"You know... a certain basement dungeon with lots of chains?" Paige smiled. "I believe you got to know it quite well a couple of days ago."
"Yes'm," Tai replied. As she passed Paige, she gave Tai a playful slap on her leathered butt that made her hiss once again.
Tai Anne Roper stopped by her new living quarters and picked up her good, black leather biker jacket, she then walked down a maze of stairs to the parking garage where everybody who lived and worked at The Brickyard kept their ride.
Her ride was a tricked-out, fire-engine red, Honda Superhawk TR-1000 motorcycle. Tai straddled the seat and kicked over the 8 valve, DOHC V-Twin engine.
Feeling like Bruce Wayne in the Batcave, she activated the freight elevator and rode it up to street level, then used her garage door opener to exit out onto the streets.
This part of the SoMa District was all reconditioned factory and commercial space, being gentrified into clubs, restaurants and apartments. Traffic was light as she motored up towards Market Street. It wasn't even dark yet, so the two people sitting in the parked, candy apple red, 1968 Shelby Mustang had been forced to duck down as she passed.
Fannikins Wenche started up the ponycar and waited for Roper to get a good one block lead before making a squealing U-turn to follow.
"You Wenche!" Dr. Fiendly said from the passenger side. "You almost made me spill my tea!"
Fiendly and Wenche. They made quite the pair. White slavers by trade, they dabbled in the world of kidnap and ransom. Supply and demand.
"Don't lose her, Wenche!" Fiendly said. He spoke with a crisp, upper crust British accent. He was late fifties, handsome and impeccably dressed in a three-piece suit and tie. James Bond gone slightly to seed.
"I'm going to forget I heard that," The Wenche replied with frost in her voice, along with her own Brit accent.
She was mid-twenties or so, long and lean and quite busty. She wore a black leather miniskirt of Italian Cabretta, a stretchy, black knit sweater with matching leather jacket and knee boots. Her short, dark pageboy framed a pretty --and determined-- face. They watched as Roper made a left turn onto Market Street.
"We should take her now!" The Wenche hissed.
"Its still too light, and there are too many people about," Fiendly replied. "Besides, the first rule back in the SAS..."
"Oh Gawd... not another one of your bloody war stories!"
Fiendly sighed. "The first rule... was when creating an ambush, to always take your victim on their way home. When they least expect it."
They were now following Roper west on Market. Traffic was getting heavy. Following her would be easier.
Fiendly turned and looked in the backseat. He opened a plastic shell guncase and checked the Swiss made, Vertagg CO2 trank pistol, with a telescopic sight and laser-lok.
"Don't worry, Wenche," Fiendly said. "We'll take her... tonight!"
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