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 RP 19

   by Sebastian X

   I flew back to the City from Bangkok with Madelaine.  I was feeling
virtuous.  Not only had I arranged for Hans to enter a Buddhist monastery
but I had offered the Hildebrand-Smythes and Greta their freedom.  Hans was
pathetically grateful.  Mellissa and Greta were not and both opted to stay
on as "entertainers/junior executives" in the Thai branch of Kim's
expanding vice-empire.  Kim, too, remained in Thailand.  She wanted
reassurance that the deal I had brokered with the Organization would be
honoured, starting with the promised payment of compensation.

   Madelaine had chosen to return with me.  Kim thought the woman could be
usefully employed running her old property as an exclusive up-market
brothel, or some such facility.  The well-built forty-year old brunette was
nervous in my company.  She had cause to be.  I had done her no favours in
the past and had subjected her to a variety of physical and sexual
torments. In the last few days I had, without trying, re-established my
dominance over her.  I was still amused at the thought a teenager like me
could wield such influence over a woman who had once been a notable society
hostess in the City.

   "Madelaine," I said, somewhere above the Pacific.  "Have you ever
considered joining the mile-high club?"

   She looked at me, with a sour expression a mixture of disgust and
resignation and shook her head.  "No, Sebastian, I never have."

   "But you know what it is?"

   "Yes, Sebastian, I know."

   "Good," I said.  "Then why don't you trot off to the toilet and get
undressed.  I'll be along in a few minutes.  Unlock the door when you hear
two double taps and I'll initiate you into the club and show you the
pleasure of flying United."

   I think she got the joke but she didn't laugh.  Madelaine slowly
unfastened her seat-belt and did as I had instructed.I was careful not to
be seen tap-tapping on the toilet door and my partner was quick to let me
in.  Madelaine had removed her dress, bra and pants.  She had lost a little
weight from her waist since our earliest acquaintance but her breasts were
as firm and round as ever.  Her pussy, framed by a lacy garter-belt and
matching stocking-tops, had been plucked clean of pubic hair by her recent
employers.  She was a handsome and desirable piece of flesh.  I wasted no
time in foreplay but turned the woman about and ordered her to touch her
toes.  She did as she was told.  Her full breasts swung invitingly.  I
unzipped and slowly lubricated her proffered cunt with the tip of my
erection while I caressed her dangling bosom.  Madelaine was slow to
respond but gradually, as I rubbed my cock up and down the length of her
crack, she grew more responsive.  I parted her outer labia and probed
deeper.  Madelaine started to moan and give little grunts of lust.  She
moved her hips to spread the source of her growing satisfaction.  When she
panted, "Please, Sebastian, for God's sake!" I speared her with one, solid,
scrotum-deep, thrust.  Madelaine's cry of delighted surprise and her later
squeals of satisfaction, as I rogered her to a tit-bouncing climax, were
probably audible in the cabin.  The hostess gave me a knowing look as I
emerged, relaxed and happy, from the toilets.  I was followed some minutes
later by Madelaine, flushed and embarrassed but now a fully fledged member
of an exclusive club.

   ***

   Ten days later Kim returned, in modest triumph, to the warehouse complex
she had designed and built.  Now known as "Mistress Black", she took her
place as one of the three bosses of the Organization.  She was joined by my
half-brother, Conrad, who sailed the latest addition to his fleet a
seventy-two foot ketch into the harbour and moored alongside the
warehouse's jetty the same day.  After a few days, when everyone had
settled in, we all met for a celebratory lunch in Kim's refurbished,
glass-walled, apartment overlooking the harbour.

   I forbore from telling Conrad that his little scheme for getting me out
of the way in Thailand had nearly resulted in my death.  I didn't want to
encourage the bastard to try again.  Instead I regaled him with tales of
piracy and gun-running, which I said I had documented, and I was sure would
be published if I ever was shanghaied again.  He growled a grudging apology
and said such a thing was unlikely to happen unless I, again, got too close
to his wife.  As a family reunion the meal was not a howling success.  I
was happy to board my aluminium runabout and set off up the harbour in the
afternoon sunshine, sure of a welcome from my ever-eager playmates, Charity
and Theodora.

   I was met at the boat ramp by an old acquaintance and two large Japanese
gentlemen in black suits and mirrored sunglasses.

   "Hello, Sebastian," said Lady Felicity.  "Shall we join your little
friends in the boathouse?"

   *** Charity and Theodora were in the small room cut from the native rock
at the back of the boathouse.  They were naked and gagged and were tied up
in the most extraordinary way.  The pair looked like two fleshy parcels
with ropes going every which-way.  Charity was tied so her pussy was open
for inspection but anyone tempted to try vaginal or anal penetration of
Theodora would risk rope-burn.

   "It's a Japanese thing," said Lady Felicity.  "Keeps my bodyguards
happy."

   "A sort of X-rated origami, or do I mean macrame ?" I burbled as one of
the heavies cuffed my hands behind my back and forced me to my knees in
front of the smiling woman.  She was wearing a pin-stripe business-suit, a
black cashmere top and a string of black pearls.  She prodded my knees with
the toe of a highly polished black high-heeled shoe and, when I had
obediently opened my legs, she kicked me in the goolies.

   I could expect no mercy from Lady Felicity.  Shortly after leaving the
juvenile correction institution, I had helped Kim sexually humiliate the
petite aristocrat and trick her into revealing the whereabouts of her
wanted husband.  I had beaten and raped her with enthusiasm, leaving no
avenue unexplored.  Kim and I had nearly dislocated Felicity's jaw with a
ring-gag specially designed to cater for my super-sized organ.























   I had last seen the little Lady when she was auctioned, her cunt-lips
stapled together by an explosive padlock, strutting the cat-walk like a
super-model.  She, and the key to her pussy, had been sold to the
representative of a Tokyo concern.

   "You look surprised to see me, Sebastian," she said.  " Surely, you must
have expected me to assert my independence the first time the key was
used."

   I hadn't given the matter a thought.

   "Of course," I chirped, an octave or two higher than usual.  "After what
you did to your ex, it was to be expected.  What did you use this time? 
Another blunt instrument?"

   Felicity smiled.  "A samurai sword, Sebastian.  Very sharp.  Part of the
furniture in the gang leader's apartment."

   "And the gang-leader?" I asked.

   "Lost his head," she replied.  "It took some doing but I am now the
leader of the Cherry Blossom Association."

   "More blossom than cherry, I guess, after what I did to you," I
squeaked, tensing myself for another spiteful kick.

   "Very droll, Sebastian," Felicity said.  "Your repartee was never
remarkable.  Unlike your principal attribute." She kicked me again.  I bent
over the pain and she put a foot on the back of my neck.  "The Cherry
Blossom Association controls drugs and prostitution in four of the major
cities in Japan, Sebastian.  I would have thought that a junior executive
of the Organization, and a close relative of 'Mistress Black', would have
known that."

   "You're well informed," I muttered into the stone floor.

   "I should be.  I was present when you and the Vietnamese whore were put
on display in Bangkok.  Colonel Rugrien knew something of my history and
extended a special invitation to me so I could enjoy watching you fuck your
sister-in-law in public." She took her heel off my neck and I knelt
upright. "You didn't quite get it up her, did you?  It was difficult to see
what happened when the shooting started.  We made a hurried withdrawal."

   "You should have stuck around, your ladyship.  You would have seen Randy
Rob get it in the ass from his niece." And, I thought, yours-truly laid low
by a giant dildo.

   "Yes, Sebastian, I know.  I spoke to the delightful Laiya only last
week. One business-woman to another.  It's why I'm here.  You see, when
your brother staged his attack on the Colonel's night club, one of my aides
left behind a lap-top computer.  Laiya remembers Kim examining it and
believes it was part of your sister-in-law's luggage when she returned to
the city.  I want it back."

   "So, it's not revenge you're after?" I said.

   She shook her head."Revenge would be very sweet, but no, I'm not after
you or Kim.  Get me that lap-top and all is forgotten and forgiven," she
said, so sincerely I almost believed her.

   "What's on the lap-top?" I asked as the two goons, on a signal from
Felicity, hauled me to my feet and uncuffed my wrists.

   "That doesn't concern you, Sebastian.  You have five hours to recover my
property before I start butchering your little friends."

   She gave me a cell-phone.  "Contact 'Boss' when you have something to
tell me.  No tricks."

   I zipped down the harbour to Kim's headquarters where I explained what
had just happened.  Kim, dragged from her afternoon romp with Conrad, was
crabby but helpful.  She knew where the lap-top was.  She had cracked all
of the security passwords and tried to decipher some of the files it
contained, without success.  They seemed to concern financial matters and
there were coded references to what could have been bank accounts.  Kim had
given the lap-top to her treasurer who, she thought, would have a better
chance at decoding the entries.

   In other words the computer was in the desirable harbour-side
gentleman's residence, I had just left.  The machine was probably sitting
neatly on Theodora's desk.  I remember seeing one in just that position
before setting off for lunch.  My first reaction was to phone Lady Felicity
and tell her to take it and go.  Kim had copied the contents onto one of
the big computers in the warehouse so we would only lose the hardware, I
thought.  Kim had other ideas.

   Kim was surprised to learn that the diminutive red-headed aristocrat had
risen to the top of the Cherry Blossom Association.  She knew of the group.
She said the CBA had the reputation of being the most savage of the yakuza.
Nor was she happy to learn that Felicity had been present on the night we
had been displayed in Randy Rob's jelly-wrestling tank, eager to enjoy our
humiliation.  She felt sure that Felicity was after more than the computer.
She thought the woman was vindictive with some cause and would have her
thugs do something very nasty to the two hostages, if we didn't manage to
release them before handing over the lap-top.  On the other hand she
conceded that Felicity would be foolish to let the hostages go before
getting a sight of her lost property.

   We had time to make a number of phone calls and deploy some troops
before putting Plan A into effect.

   I phoned "Boss".

   "I have the lap-top," I told her.  "Before I hand it over to you I want
you to free Charity and Theodora and lose the two yakuza.  I'll give the
computer to you, personally, in my studio."

   "And how do you propose we go about the exchange?  Remember I don't
trust you an inch."

   "Okay.  Here's my suggestion.  I'll motor up the harbour in my runabout.
Just me and Turk.  I'll anchor off the boat ramp and show you the lap-top I
have.  I'll put the computer into a waterproof case and wait for your two
thugs and my two girl-friends to appear.  The men are to get into the
dinghy and row downstream with the tide.  I will then swim to the ramp with
the suitcase.  The two girls can swim out to the runabout, if you're
nervous, or stay, it's up to you.  Once inside I'll return your property,
you'll say, 'Thank you, Sebastian,' phone for a taxi, and leave."

   "Let me think about that," said Felicity."Keep the line open."

   After a wait of about four minutes Felicity had made a decision.

   "Two changes to your plan, Sebastian.  Firstly, forget the waterproof
case, you could hide a weapon in something like that.  Just wrap the
computer a clear plastic and float it on a life jacket or a cushion from
your runabout.  Okay?"

   "Okay."

   "Secondly, if you were planning on wearing a wet-suit, forget it.  You
come ashore naked."

   "It's chilly.  I'll freeze my nuts off."

   "With luck.  Your sex-toys can stay on shore.  Have we got a deal?"

   "Okay.  I'm on my way."

   ***

   Everything went according to plan until I waded, shivering, up the
slippery concrete of the ramp leading into the boat shed under my
apartment. I was carrying a cushion from the runabout and a plastic-wrapped
lap-top case.  The innards were something else.  Two hoods had rowed,
inexpertly, down the harbour.  Charity and Theodora, still naked but now
with their hands, only, secured behind their backs, had emerged and were
standing in full view by the ramp.

   As I splashed past the pair I hissed, "Where, Theo?" I noticed their
ankles were chained together and the thin chain ran, under water, into the
boathouse.

   "Desk.  Top drawer.  Sebastian, there's "she replied

   "No chatting!" barked Felicity from the shadows.

   Two large Japanese gentlemen in dark suits, wearing mirrored shades and
carrying Israeli machine-pistols, took the plastic wrapped case and the
boat cushion from me.  I was dragged into the boathouse and, once again, my
hands were cuffed behind my back.  The clinking of a chain and some
muttered curses preceded the arrival of my two dishevelled lovers.

   "I guess there were four of them," I said to the pocket-sized
gang-leader.

   "Clever boy," she sneered, unwrapping the plastic sheet.  Her face, when
she realised the locked computer-case she held in her hands was not the one
she sought, was a mask of fury.  She slapped my face repeatedly as she
said, "This is not my computer!  You lied to me Sebastian.  I'm going to
kill you."

   Felicity grabbed my scrotum an achievement given the effects of the cold
and twisted.

   "But first I'm going to rip your balls off, you malignant little
juvenile delinquent!"

   "I didn't lie," I gasped, between screams.  "I'll give you your
lap-top."

   Felicity desisted.

   "It's here in my apartment.  But when you failed to let the girls go the
police were alerted.  You have about five minutes before the place is
swarming with the City's finest."

   "The police?" she sneered, "You wouldn't dare."

   "I would.  It's Plan B.  Open the cushion."

   Felicity said something in what I guess was Japanese.  One of her
henchmen ripped open the velcro fastening of the vinyl cushion and a number
of clear plastic bags spilled out.  The gangster picked one up and handed
it to Felicity.  She was surprised to see the logo of the Cherry Blossom
Association prominent on each bag.

   "What's this?" she said.

   "Marijuana, courtesy of Amazon Pot Com.  Plastic bags by Kim's Marketing
Inc., The computer-case contains enough cocaine to get you and your buddies
about ten years in the can.  Thanks for the finger prints, by the way.  Oh,
I'd tell your little chums to lose the Uzi's.  Otherwise the judge will add
another ten years to the sentence."

   The sound of sirens could be heard from both the direction of the road
and from the harbour.

   "I'd say you've got less than four minutes left."

   Felicity rattled off another stream of Japanese and the two yakuza
hurried out of the boat house and, Turk told me later, hurled their weapons
into the harbour.  The noise of the sirens was getting louder.  The little
red-head scrubbed at the computer-case with what I recognised as Charity's
torn pants, trying to remove her prints.

   "If you still want your lap-top, follow me," I said.

   Felicity looked up.  "Is this another trick?"

   I led the way up the stairs to Theodora's room.  Felicity followed,
white faced.

   "Desk.  Top drawer," I said, tersely.

   Felicity's expression of relief when she found her lost property spoke
volumes of its value to her organization.  Out of the window we could see a
police car pull up by the street door.  From the harbour came the noise of
the water police.

   "Quick," I said.  "Into the wardrobe.  Stay there until they've gone."

   And she did.

   ***

   The newspapers were full of praise for Police Sergeant Judith who,
single handedly, had rescued two attractive young women from who-knows-what
fate, arrested four members of a notorious Japanese criminal gang, and
recovered significant quantities of illegal drugs.  There was, of course,
no mention me, Hope (Charity's big sister) and her Amazons, nor of Conrad's
launch with its blue-flashing light and siren.

   Judith had responded without hesitation to my invitation to stage a drug
bust.  Not that she had much choice given my possession of a steamy video
titled (by me) Lesbian Cop, in which she starred.  The last time I had
called on her assistance she had gained promotion and the same thing
happened now.  The two Japanese gangsters were overawed by her uniformed
presence, and her confident handling of her police-issue pump-action
shotgun, and surrendered without a fight.  Judith did herself a power of
good in the eyes of her superior officers.

   Meanwhile, back at the warehouse, Lady Felicity was again occupying one
of the ultra-modern cells, while Kim decided what to do with her.

   "It's really up to you, Sebastian," said Kim.  "I don't want a war with
the Cherry Blossom Alliance.  Such a conflict would severely disrupt my
plans for expansion in Asia.  But she did threaten to spay you and she
allowed her goons to interfere with Charity and Theodora.  Perhaps you
three should be permitted to teach her a lesson and then we could release
her?"

   And that's what happened.

   Any lingering sense of guilt I may have had regarding my earlier
treatment of Lady Felicity had gone.  I was surprised that the petite
aristocrat was still wearing the padlock she had sported when she had been
auctioned.  It was a good luck charm now, she said, and no longer an
explosive device.  The key to her pussy was on a chain around Felicity's
neck.

   Charity unlocked her before reacquainting the small woman with my
custom-built ring gag.  While we two topped and tailed the Mikado of the
Cherry Blossom Alliance, Charity surprised us both with her vigorous use of
a double-ended strap-on, giving the lie to the mathematical proposition
that three into one doesn't go.
   End RP19