Gun Smith Kitten
by Incognito Himitsu
Based on Characters and Situations created by Kenichi Sonoda and are used without permission.
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Mei Hopkins, or Minnie Mei to her friends, bounced hard as she was tossed into the room. As she was only wearing her torn panties, she only had her own self to pad her. The very young looking seventeen year old did not have a lot of built in padding.
"Oww!" she yelped, rubbing at her bottom which had taken the brunt of the hit. She got to her feet, pulling a strip of surgical tape from over her eyes. She stared angrily at the woman standing in the door. 'When Rally finds out..."
"I fully expect her to find out," the tall, slim woman standing in the doorway said. "But it will take her time to find you, and by that time I will be finished with you, and ready to deal with her."
"Who are you?" Mei demanded.
"You are in no position to be asking questions," the woman said.
Mei stared at her angrily and said nothing.
"Well, I'll talk to you later." The door was shut, locking Mei in the room.
Mei waited for a moment, then looked around the room. There was a thin mat on the floor, her bed she guessed, and a in the corner a hole of sorts in the floor. After a moment she guessed that it was her toilet. She put her foot on a raised section of the floor and pressed down. A moment later blue coloured water began to run around it, spiralling down into the darkness.
All very simple, giving her nothing to work with. She walked over the mat and sat down. If she had any of her clothing, she might get out. Her jacket, with all its obvious explosives, well, she did not really expect to keep that, but her shoes with the hollow heels, would that have been too much to expect? Apparently so. Whoever had got her, they had made sure she was declawed. They had taken every piece of clothing she owned, except for her panties, which had been ripped up enough for them to be sure she was not hiding anything in them.
They had even performed a body cavity search. As if she was going to shove explosives up herself.
Now she had nothing. The empty room had little to offer.
She looked at the mat, but it was just canvas, sewn around some sort of padding. She worked at the threads for a while, finally getting a few stitches out. The padding was just rough cotton.
No help there, she thought, getting to her feet. It looked as if all she could do was wait, and see what would happen. maybe they would give her a chance to escape. More likely Rally would find her. It would be a little embarrassing to have to be saved by Rally, all things considered, but each of them had saved the other a number of times. So she would owe Rally one.
She sat down on the mat again, pulled her knees up into her chest, and waited.
*****
Earlier that Day
"Come on Rally," Mei said as she finished preparing breakfast. "I just need a loan."
"No," Rally said as she took a seat at the table. "I can't afford to give you an advance, or a loan. The repairs on my Cobra were really high."
"Sometimes I think that car has more meaning to you than I do." Mei said down heavily.
"Stopping pouting," Rally laughed.
"I'm not pouting. You know, we are partners. I'm not sure I like you taking money we earn together and spending it all on that car."
"I don't spend it all on the car," Rally said, her tone a little louder than she intended. "We have other expenses you know. The various licences we need aren't cheap for one thing. There are bullets, guns, and let's not forget explosives. The car is a part of the business. We need it."
"Oh, so I can drive it then?"
"No!" Rally almost yelled, then calmer, "No. Mei, you're just to small to drive such a big car. I mean, you have to put blocks on your feet. It is impractical."
"I'm glad you agree."
"What?"
"Well, I need a loan to buy a new car. My Mini is a few days away from dying."
"I'm sure you can get it fixed..."
"I don't want to get it fixed! I want a new car. I was thinking of a Lotus, like the one we wrecked."
"How could you afford a car like that?"
"Heh," Mei laughed. "As it so happens, I've been saving up my money. All I want is a loan, an advance. You have your dream car, why can't I have mine."
"Stopping being such a child," Rally said.
"I'm am not being a child. I only want what is fair. And if you don't give it to me I'll hold my breath until I turn blue, then I'll blow up your car."
"You wouldn't."
"I have before."
"There is that." Rally was not sure if Mei was just joking, but sometimes the little bomb freak could go way overboard. Mei did have a point, she was entitled to an advance, but it would eat away at the Cobra Repair Fund. If they had some jobs she might be able to swing it. She thought about it for a moment. "That's it!" Rally slammed her fist into her open palm. "I've got it."
"What?"
"Just a minute," Rally said, getting to her feet. "I think I have an idea." She went off to her office, grabbed some case files and then returned to the kitchen.
"What are those?"
"These are some bail jumpers that are in the Chicago area. Now, there is no one big in these," she placed the files in front of Mei. "But if you can grab three of four, and turn them over to Roy, you can take all the bounties. That should give you enough for your car."
"Wait a minute. You want me to do your work..."
"Our work. We are partners remember."
"So I do this by myself, and I get to keep the money. That's so generous."
"Now now," Rally shook a finger at Mei. "I already paid Becky for all the information in those files, so don't complain. You'll be doing me a favour as the next few days I'm going to be busy with leg work. You'll also be doing yourself a favour."
Mei looked sceptical for a moment, then picked up the first file and flipped it open. "Okay, I'll do this, but I don't think it is fair."
"So many things in life are not fair Minnie Mei," Rally said. "Well, I have to go. Clear the table off before you go." And with that, Rally was off.
"The nerve," Mei said as she got up and began clearing dishes. "I should blow her car up just to show her."
*****
"So who is she?" Rally asked Becky.
"Her name is Rachel Torris."
Rally looked at the picture of the tall, slim woman, and at several others. "She doesn't look like much."
"You would not think so looking at her record."
"So what's the deal?"
"Some of my contacts place her with the Red Blossom Tongs."
"Aren't they the Chinese gang that have been fighting with the Mafia for the past few months?"
"That's them. They've been trying to get a foothold in Chicago for almost a year now, but they've been stalemated so far."
"So what has this Rachel Torris have to do with anything?"
"She's an enforcer, an assassin. As far as I can tell Miss Torris was trained by the CIA, but they let her go when the cold war ended. She worked freelance for MI5 for a year after that, then sold her talents to whoever would pay the most. She stuck with governments for two years. A year ago she dealt with the Russian Mob. That was her first contract with the criminal element.
"Her knew work ethic has upset a number of her former government employees I suspect. While no one is sure where it comes from, there is a million dollar price on her head. They want her captured, so it's only five hundred thousand if she is dead."
Rally let out a whistle. "They must want her bad."
"So I suspect. If she is dealing with the Tong, then she will be in Chicago. If she is in Chicago..."
"We're going to get a million dollars," Rally finished for her.
The two women looked at each other for a moment, then grasped hands. "A million dollars," they squealed together.
*****
Mei waited by the doorway, listening to the shouting and shooting that was going on in the room beyond. A few canisters of tear gas, jamming a number of doors. It was all that was needed.
A man came running out the door. His feet got caught up in the tripwire, he went over, and fell down the steps. His fall was mostly broken by the man he landed on.
Mei walked up to him, placed the taser against his neck, and shocked him into unconciouness. She grabbed the back of his head, and lifted so she could see his face. Not the one. Quickly, she secured his hands behind his back with a plastic tie, then returned to her post at the door.
Things were beginning to slow down in there, the tear gas beginning to drift away. Mei took a detonator from her pocket and pressed a button. Within the room another tear gas canister popped. She was soon rewarded with more shouting.
Three more men came out before she got the one she wanted. After tying his hands behind his back, she rolled him over onto a wheeled, furniture pallet she had brought along. Grasping the rope, she began pulling him towards the end of the alley. It was a little like a wagon.
Once she got him to her car, she wrestled him into it. If she was going to keep that sort of thing up, she might want to get a bigger car when she bought a new one, like a Suburban.
Not a bad days work, she thought. He was the fourth one she had brought in. All of them had been pretty small fish, but she was a lot close to the car she wanted than she had been. She would pick up tomorrow, one or two more of the ones with bigger bounties and she would be set.
Mei smiled as she drove off, thinking that soon she would be able to retire the red Mini in favour of a new car.
*****
Mei left the police station an hour later. There was a lot of paperwork to deal with. Fortunately he had not been really hurt, or she might have had to fill out even more paperwork. Rally always had to do that sort of things as she often brought them in bleeding from gun shot wounds.
She was walking along the sidewalk on the side of the police station, heading towards where she parked her car, when she heard someone call her name.
"Mei," said a tall, thin woman who was walking up to her. "What are you doing down here?"
Mei said nothing, wondering who the woman was. She could not remember having met anyone like that in her life.
"Cat got your tongue," the woman asked as she closed the distance.
"Do I know you?" Mei asked.
"What? Don't you remember me?" she sounded a little shocked. "Well, it has been some time. Remember the Brothel in China Town," she moved close the Mei, whispering. She gave the smaller woman a conspiratorial wink.
The Brothel, Mei thought. Well, she had known a number of girls. The tall woman might be one of them. She tried to remember who.
Caught up in her thoughts, Mei missed the woman's sudden movement that put a taser against her. The power ran through Mei, knocking her out.
Rachel caught the falling Mei, hiding the taser as she did now. "What's the matter Mei?" she asked, concern in her tone. "It must be the anaemia again." She shook her head and smiled. "Honestly, you need someone to look after you."
At that moment a car pulled up beside them and the back door opened. "Well come on Mei, let me get you home." She moved Mei into the car.
The people passing on the street had no idea a kidnapping had taken place.
*****
Mei sat on the mat, staring at the door. She wondered what time it was. Had Rally missed her yet? Was she on the way right now. She shivered in the cool cell and her stomach began to rumble. She had not eaten since breakfast.
There was some noise at the door. A panel about half way up its length opened up. Mei got to her feet and moved towards it. "Are you hungry," a woman's voice, slightly accented, sounded Chinese, asked. It was not the voice of the woman who brought her there.
Mei did not say anything. The panel was not very large. She might get her hand through it.
"I'll come back tomorrow," the voice said.
"Wait," Mei called out. She was hungry, and thirsty. "I'm hungry."
"Come to the door," the woman said.
Mei did so.
"Kneel down."
For a moment Mei wondered why they would ask here that. If she knelt, it would put her head almost even with the opening. She did what she was told, hoping she might see what was outside of the door.
"We've been ordered to give you no utensils or plates. You are dangerous. We are to put nothing in that cell."
Wonderful Mei thought, who had been hoping she might start getting some material to work with.
"You will have to use this." Something came through the opening. It took Mei a moment to realise that it was a nipple. Beyond that was a baby bottle.
"What?"
"I am sorry. In the circumstances, it is the best we can do."
Mei got to her feet a stalked to her mat which she sat down on. "Go away," she said.
The woman on the other side door said nothing. The bottle was withdrawn and the panel closed.
Mei spent a cold, hungry night, alone in her cell.
*****
That Mei was not home when Rally came back did not surprise her too much. If Mei was tracking down those bounties she would likely be very busy. So Rally went to bed.
When she woke up in the morning and Mei still was not there, she began to become a little concerned. It was not that she was worried about Mei, the young woman could handle herself, but still
She called Mei's cell phone, but she was told the subscriber must be out of range. She called the police and discovered Mei had brought someone in at eight and had left at a little after nine. No, they did not know where she went. No, they had not heard from her.
Perhaps Mei had picked up a lead and had gone chasing after someone. maybe the cell phone had been broken. She did not know. Rally looked at the clock. Still two hours before she was supposed to meet Becky. It would not hurt to take a look around the police station, see what she might find out.
*****
Mei had not gotten much sleep. She was cold and hungry. Still, she had managed to drift off into a restless slumber sometime in the early hours of morning. She was woken from a fitful rest by the sound of the panel in the door opening.
"Are you hungry?" the same woman from the night before asked.
Of course she was hungry, and thirsty, and cold, but she did not want to suck her breakfast from a baby bottle. Starving did not sound like much fun either though. It was a tossup between pride and necessity and Mei did not know which way she wanted to go.
"I'll come back later," the woman said.
"Wait," Mei called out, having decided. She walked over the door and knelt down in front of it. Again the baby bottle came through. For a moment she hesitated, then when she was it being drawn back, she moved forward and put her lips around the nipple.
It had a strange taste to it, but it was pleasantly warm. Mei found out why on her first, tentative suck. If was filled with hot chocolate, or something close to it. The sweet and warm drink was all the incentive Mei needed to start sucking in earnest, nursing at the bottle. After a short time she was sucking air. Her stomach was full of the warm drink and she was feeling much better.
"More?" the woman asked.
"Yes," Mei said, still hungry.
The next bottle contained a thin milk, or something like milk. It had an odd, but not bad taste. Mei finished that bottle and a third one full of orange juice. She still felt embarrassed over how she had been fed, but her stomach was no longer growling, and she felt a little warmer.
The woman closed the panel leaving Mei alone.
She remained where she was kneeling for a time, then got up and walked over to her no thrills toilet. Squatting over it, she took care of business. Having no toilet paper, she ripped some strips from her panties and used those. Now she was completely naked, but it was not like the silk garments had been doing much.
She wondered how long she would be there.
*****
"I found her car near the police station," Rally told Becky.
"Maybe it finally died on her and she got a taxi, or rented a car," Becky suggested. "Mei's probably fine."
"Maybe," Rally sounded doubtful. "I'm going to do a bit of looking around, checking out her friends and see what they have to say. It is quite possible that she is simply avoiding me to teach me a lesson. She can be quite petty."
"But what about our job?"
"You keep looking. You are better at this sort of thing anyway."
"Mei better appreciate you are putting a lot of money on the line."
"I'm sure she will," Rally said.
*****
Mei paced the length of her cell, turning at the wall and walking back the way after she had come. She began to count her steps. After a while she closed her eyes and paced it blind. She was soon able to move around the entire cell with her eyes closed.
"What a great accomplishment," Mei said softly as she sat down on the mat. What, she had used up maybe an hour. Now what?
She tired to sleep, but it was too cold for her to get comfortable. She did some sit ups and a few other simple exercises, to waste some more time.
There were no windows in the room. The lights, far above her head, and remained on, that soft illumination, since she had arrived. She had lost track of time. The only indication of what time it might be was when she heard the door panel rattle and open.
"Are you hungry?" the woman asked.
Mei quickly moved to the door, kneeling down in front of it. She was hungry, and eating would at least give her a break from the otherwise monotony of the cell.
Another baby bottle was pushed through the opening. Mei took the nipple in her mouth and began to suck. No hot chocolate in the three bottles she was offered that time, but they filled her up and made her feel a little better, a little warmer.
She was able to lay down on the bed and get some sleep. As time went on her sleep grew less restive, the cold beginning to get to her. She woke, shaking on the mat.
Getting up, she began to walk around the cell, stretching out, hoping that moving about would help warm her up. It did, a little.
When she heard the rattle of the door she moved close to it, kneeling down again. She examined the opening, wondering if she might be able to reach through and grab the woman, try to escape. She could not see much beyond it and realised that it was a stupid plan.
"Are you hungry?" the woman asked.
"Yes," Mei said.
The bottle came through and Mei took the nipple between her lips and bean sucking out something like thin soup. It was warm and for that she was happy. She was still embarrassed to be fed like that, but she had decided that embarrassment was better than starving. She considered biting the nipple and pulling the bottle into the room with herself. If she could figure out something to do with it she might. As it was, she could not figure out how she might escape with a plastic baby bottle full of soup.
When the woman removed the third bottle Mei moved close to the door. "Wait," she said.
"What is it?" the woman asked. She sounded a little, what? Afraid?
"It's so cold in here. Could I get some blankets, or some clothes?"
"I'll see what I can do," the woman said, then closed the panel.
Mei returned to her mat and sat down on it. She wrapped her arms around her knees, trying to make use of what little warmth her body as giving off. She was hoping from some clothes. Something to keep her warm and make her feel a little less vulnerable.
Sometime later she heard the panel open again. "Don't come near the door," the woman said.
Mei, who had been about to get up, stopped and sat back down. She watched as something was pushed through the opening. It was mostly pink. That was about all she could tell. Finally it was all the way through. "Okay," the woman said, and the panel was closed.
Mei got up and walked over to the door. She bent down and picked it up. For a moment she was pleased. It might be pink, but the material felt thick, soft, and a little fuzzy. It would no doubt be warm. Then she held it up and her pleasure faded. It was a footed sleeper, a white, cute, kitten face on the right breast.
Mei hurled it to the floor and went back to the mat. She lay down, curling up onto the mat. She should have known. The baby bottles should have given in away, but she had accepted that they didn't want to put anything in the room.
Mei had been around, she knew all the various turn ons people had. She had seen most of them during her time at the brothel. Well she was not going to let anyone make a baby out of her. Pulling herself into a small ball, she tried to sleep.
*****
"No luck," Rally said. "I'm really worried now."
"Have you talked to the police?"
"Yea, and they told me that they'd file a missing persons report. Roy has some of his people calling hospitals."
"Do you want to put this Rachel job on hold?"
"I know you are going to hate it, but yes. I'd rather you spent your time looking for Mei."
"Oh well, easy come, easy go. Let's go and talk to some people," Becky got to her feet. "We'll see what we can find out."
*****
Mei woke up, feeling miserable. She was not sure long how she had slept, or if she had really slept as well. All she knew was that she was cold. Very cold.
She got up and walked, a little wobbly, across the floor to where she had thrown the sleeper. She picked it up and looked at it again.
"Bastards," she snapped as she unzipped it. As she promised horrible retribution on the people who had taken her prisoner and made her do this, she pulled the sleeper on. She did up the zipper, pulling it to her neck. She walked back to the mat and sat down on it. She was still cold and hugged her knees to her chest again.
After a while she began to feel warm, the material of the sleeper holding her body heat close. Finally warm, Mei lay down and went to sleep.
*****
For the first time since come there Mei did not wake before her keeper showed up. She was snapped out of a dream by the sound of the woman calling to her. Mei rolled off the bed, and crossed the room slowly. Now that she could sleep she just wanted to keep sleeping. She knelt by the door and waited for the bottles to come through. When they did she nursed from them.
The meal over, a still tired Mei went back to her mat and was soon asleep again.
*****
Rally was sitting at her kitchen table, her CZ in pieces in front of her as she cleaned it. Her hands worked automatically with little thought on her part. Every now and then she would leave off the cleaning to reach over and flip a page of the newspaper she was reading. It was a long shot, but she hoped that she might find something of use. Mei had been missing for four days now, and no one had heard anything.
"Rally," Becky called as she came into the kitchen. "I think I got something."
"What?"
"Well, I went back to the police station to ask some questions, see if anyone had seen Mei."
"I already did that."
"I know, but I went at the same time as we think she disappeared. There are regulars you see."
"Did you find out anything?"
"A woman said that she saw a girl like Mei faint and a friend help her into a car."
"Did she get a licence plate? Does she know where they went?"
"No luck there, but she gave me a rough description. It sounded familiar, so I showed her this picture." Becky placed a photo down in front of Rally. It was a picture of Rachel Torris. "She said it was her."
"She grabbed Mei?"
"It looks like it."
"Why?"
"Maybe as a hold over you. For the past few days you have not been looking for her."
"Damn," Rally started putting her gun together. "We're going to find this woman."
"We'll find her. Save Mei, and get the money," Becky smiled.
*****
Mei was not sure how long she had been there. If she had been counting the days right, based on the meals, then she thought she had been there for a little over a week. She was not sure though. She had fallen into a pattern. She slept, ate, exercised and slept again. Sleeping was all she could really do. She wondered if they were drugging the bottles?
She often thought about escaping, but there did not seem to be a way. The door was an insurmountable object. There was no window. The ceiling was too high. It as a very effective trap.
And she was also having other problems. Her impromptu toilet paper had run out a few days ago, the last bit of her panties going down the hole. She had hoped they might somehow block up the toilet, force her captors to send someone in to fix it, give her a chance to escape. No such luck.
She was beginning to feel very grimy, all over, and the crotch of her sleeper was unattractively stained.
She decided to ask for help again, even though the last request had got her the sleeper, which wasn't what she wanted. She also did not like asking for things from these people. It put them in a position of power. Still, there was little else she could do.
When the woman came to feed her again Mei drank from the bottles, then brought up the subject, explaining to the woman her problem.
"I don't know if I can help you," she said.
"Just some water, a few towels, that's all I need."
"I'll have to ask permission." That same fear tone in her voice.
"Please," Mei said.
"I'll see what I can do." The panel was closed and Mei was left alone again.
It was not long afterwards that the panel opened again. "Take off you clothes," the woman said.
Mei hesitated for a moment, then took the sleeper off.
"Put this on," the woman said as something was pushed through the slot.
Mei picked it up. It was a blindfold. "Why?"
"I was told that you would have to wear this."
Mei put it up against her face, covering her eyes. She fried to arrange it so that she could still see, but it was impossible. Finally she gave up and put it on. "Okay."
"Put your back to the door. Put your hands through the opening, one at a time."
Mei moved so that her back was against the door, then slid her hands around till she found the opening. She had to bend at the knees slightly, then she pushed her right hand through. Someone, probably the woman, gently took her hand. She felt something cold touch her wrist, then go around it. There was a click. Handcuffs, Mei thought.
"Your other hand."
Mei did not want to, but the fact they were restraining her meant they were going to take her from the cell, or maybe come in. Either way she might have a chance to escape. She did as she was told. The other wrist was handcuffed.
"Step away from the door."
Mei did as she was told, then heard the door opening. If the handcuffs were not on she could pull off the blindfold and try to escape.
She felt a hand on her shoulder. "Come with me," the woman said, gently turning Mei around. Mei let herself be directed, walked towards the door way. After a few steps she guessed she was out of the room. The surface of the floor felt different to her and the air was warmer.
She felt helpless, walking, blindfolded and naked. She wondered if there were other people around, watching her. maybe someone had a gun pointed at her. maybe they were going to kill her now. It was driving her crazy.
Twisting away from the woman, Mei began to run. She had to get away. She was stopped as she ran into something, probably a wall. She fell backwards, landing on her bottom.
"You are just going to hurt yourself," the woman said, her hands grasping Mei, picking her up. "Come on."
Realising that she had no hope for escape, Mei let herself be directed. She lost track of where she was, in what direction they had gone. They passed through a few doorways, she heard the open, and up a set of stairs.
Finally the woman pulled Mei to a stop. "Here," Mei heard some things bang on each other. "Sit down."
Mei let herself be seated, lifting her arms to the small of her back so she would not sit on them. A moment later she realised that she was sitting on a toilet.
"I'll fill the tub," the woman said. "If you want to use the toilet, feel free."
Mei was a little mortified at the thought of just going to the washroom with the woman there, perhaps watching her, was a little off putting. Then she decided that all things considered, it was a fairly small thing. She did as suggested, making use of the toilet as the woman filled the tub. She could smell the floral scents of the bath oils and other things. At least it was going to be a nice bath.
"I'm finished," Mei said a little while later.
"All right, just wait," the woman did something and Mei heard the toilet flush. A few seconds later warm water splashed up against her and Mei would have leapt off if not for the woman holding her down. "It's just the bidet," she explained.
Mei relaxed and let the warm water spray against her, cleaning her. It was nice to feel fresh. When it was done the woman had Mei stand up, then wiped her dry. Mei felt terribly embarrassed about it, and even more helpless, which was no doubt what they wanted her to feel. It made her mad, but there was little she could do about it.
"Let me help you into the tub," the woman said.
Mei let her and soon was lying in hot water up to her neck. It was so delightful that she put all her other concerns on hold. Her state of relax did not last very long. Before she could do anything she felt something being put around her neck, then her head was pulled back and she heard a click.
She tried to stand up, but almost choked herself. She returned to her sitting position in the tub realising she could not move. There was a collar around her neck, attached to a short leash.
"It had to be done," the woman said, a moment later taking of Mei's blindfold.
Mei blinked her eyes a couple of times, then looked around. She was in a well appointed bathroom, but there were no windows so she had not even the slightest hint of where they might be. the woman kneeling by the tub looked a little Asian, with her long black hair and dark brown eyes. She was very attractive.
"I'm sorry," the woman said again.
Mei sighed. "It can't be helped," she said softly.
"I'm glad you feel that way. It will make this easier," the woman said, then she reached for a bottle of shampoo.
Mei had no choice but to sit there and let the woman wash her hair, then condition it. She let some water out of the tub and put more in. With a soft wash cloth and soap she cleaned Mei, working the cloth over every part of her body. She even brushed Mei's teeth.
Finally she drained the tub and used the shower head to rinse Mei off.
Mei thought that that was it, but instead the woman gathered some things from the sink and placed them on the side of the tub. There was a razor, shaving foam and several depilatories. Mei's eyes widened. "No," she said.
"This will make everything easier," the woman said. "Please don't struggle. You'll only hurt yourself."
"Fine!" Mei said, and started struggling.
Handcuffed, with a collar and leash holding her tight, Mei's struggles came to naught, and did little more than hurt her. In the end she had a spreader bar holding her legs open and had slid down in the tub so she was almost choking. She had to use her feet to keep herself from slipping further down, but the tubs wet porcelain gave her little grip and all she cold do was hold herself up.
"I told you that you would only hurt yourself," the woman said as she began to spread warm shaving foam on Mei's pubic hair.
"Oh, thanks," Mei said, as sarcastically as she could manage.
"Try not to move, you'll only end up getting cut." The woman reached for the razor.
Mei decided to take her advice, that time.
In short order the woman had finished and used the shower head to rinse the foam and the blonde pubic hair down the drain. Mei was more than a little upset about that. Her pubic hair had been, in some way, proof of her age. She looked young, and she accepted that used it, but always knew that she was a woman. That some hair on her vagina should mean so much did not make sense, and Mei knew that, but it still bothered her.
The woman made use of the depilatories, finishing up. When she was done what little body hair Mei had had, and it was very little, was gone.
The woman put the blindfold back on her, then removed the spreader bar. Mei did not bother fighting her, it was done.
She was dried off, then the collar removed and the woman helped her out of the tub. She allowed herself to be led back to her cell, though as she went she used her ears to try to learn everything that she could. maybe if she just acted compliant they would get careless.
When she was back in her cell she went through the reverse of what she had before. She was put in the room and the door closed. Then she put her hands through the door opening and the handcuffs were taken off. She removed the blindfold and then pushed it through the door opening.
The woman closed the panel and left her.
Mei found a new sleeper, bright yellow with ducky on the breast waiting for her. She tore the ducky off and pushed it into the toilet hole. She did put on the sleeper, which was both warn and clean. Sighing, Mei sat down on the mat and wondered just how she was going to get out of this. As she sat she realised that the crotch of the sleeper was rubbing gently against her now hairless sex. It was a surprisingly pleasant sensation.
*****
Rally grasped the man, pushing him to the ground. She drove her knee down between his shoulder blades, holding him there. She placed the barrel of her CZ against the back of his head. "What do you know of Rachel Torris?"
"Please don't kill me!" the man cried.
"Rachel Torris. What do you know of her?"
"Nothing, I never heard the name."
"Not a good answer," Rally said as she pressed the pistol hard against his head. "Try again."
"Nothing. I know nothing. I heard the name, that's all."
"Where did you hear the name?"
"I just heard the Chinese were looking for a Rachel Torris. Nothing else."
"Which Chinese?"
"I don't know. I avoid them, they're crazy."
"You better be telling me everything," Rally said.
"Oh god, I am. Please don't kill me."
Rally quickly got off him, moving a few steps back. "You'd better run."
He scrambled to his feet, fell, got back on his feet, tripped over a garbage can, bounced up and was running away. Rally waited until she was sure he was gone, then put the pistol away. Another useless lead. While some people had heard of Rachel and her possible Chinese connection, no one knew much more than that.
She would have gone directly after the Tongs, but that was potentially dangerous. Still, she was getting to the point where she did not care how dangerous it was. Everyday that went by without her finding Mei was more chance that she would never find her.
Rally turned and walked away, there were a few more people she could shake down.
*****
Rachel sat on a leather recliner as the person Mei thought of as a woman massaged her feet. Of course he as not a woman, but he had been trained so well that Mei's mistake was perfectly understandable.
"So my dear," Rachel said. "How is little Mei doing?" She took a drink of cognac.
"She is coming along well mistress Rachel. I bathed her today."
"Did she put up a fight?"
"Yes, at first, then she seemed to give into the inevitable."
"She's probably just acting, but that is okay. I'm sure in time the act will become natural for her."
"Should I start her on the next stage?"
"Not yet. Let her asked to be bathed a few more times, let her get used to that. How long are her days now?"
"Eighteen hours mistress Rachel. She bases them on her feedings."
"She's not going to get fat with all those feedings is she? I can't stand a fat toy."
"No mistress. She exercises on her own, and the formula I give her is very low calorie."
"Good. Now," She pulled her foot from his grasp. "Mr. Lin is coming here tonight and I have promised him a little treat. You will make his visit a pleasurable one, won't you my pet?" She reached down and grasped his chin.
"As you wish mistress."
"Such a good little pet you are. Aren't you happy I took you in and trained you?"
"Yes mistress," he said, sounding as if he meant it completely.
*****
Mei sat on her mattress, pulling at the material of her sleeper. As cold as the room was, once she began to exercise she heated up. It hadn't, as near as she could figure, been twenty four hours since the bath and she was already feeling dirty.
She waited for her keeper to come and feed her, the lunch time meal. She asked if she could get another bath. While Mei was thinking of escape, she also wanted to be clean.
They once again repeated the previous days, to Mei's figuring, process with the blind fold and the handcuffs. Mei allowed herself to be led to the bathroom, where ever it was, and treated as she had been before. She had come to the conclusion that escape while being kept in the cell, and effectively restrained when she was let out, was impossible, as things stood. There were two options, as she could se, open to her. One was that they would get careless. It was quite possible. The other was that they had to be doing all this for someone and that someone would eventually want their toy. That also offered a chance for escape.
She thought about that as the woman washed her hair. She began to think that if it wasn't for the fact she was being held their against her will that things would not be too bad.
*****
Rally dropped another sheaf of paper to the floor of Becky's office. The search for Mei had come to a dead end. No one knew anything. She wondered of Rachel Torris was even in the city any longer. Perhaps she had nothing to do with the Chinese. Perhaps she had only come to grab Mei. It was possible it was revenge for something in her past, or Mei's past, or their shared past. She just did not know.
"Rally," Becky called as she entered the room. "I think I got something." She looked around. "Well, this is a mess."
"Sorry," Rally said, looking at all the paper scattered on the floor.
"We'll clean up later." Becky took a seat. "The thing is I think I found out something."
"About Mei?"
"No, but maybe it will give us a lead."
"Well?"
"It looks like the Mafia is getting a rather large shipment of something in."
"Heroin?"
"Looks like it."
"Large?"
"That's the idea I get. It seems that they have found a new supplier who can deal in the volume they want. This is probably going to be enough for them to keep their operations going for six or seven months."
"Or put it out cheap and get a lot more customers."
"Maybe. That doesn't matter. The fact is that it is coming in, in one shipment."
"Okay?"
"Well, the Tongs and the Mafia are already fighting. Why wouldn't the steal it?"
"What?"
"Think about it. If the Tong took it, they would deny the Mafia that money making venture. As the Tong did not pay for it, they will have no problems undercutting the Mafia, if they can get new product, and putting a hole in their incoming funds."
"It would be crazy," Rally said. "Then again, Rachel Torris is probably a good bet for crazy."
"That is what I was thinking."
"Nine days though, that is a long time. Anything could happen to Mei by then."
"Rally, if they were going to kill her, they'd have done it by now. If she is still alive now, she'll still be alive in nine days."
"It's driving me crazy though. What cold be happening to her?"
"Mei's a tough girl, I'm sure she is fine, or fine enough."
*****
"We have been paying you very well," Daniel Lin said to Rachel. He was seated in her office, sitting beside her on a large couch.
"And I thank you for that."
Daniel smiled slightly. "We do expect results."
"You will get them. I have promised to get you what you wanted. The time is not right yet."
"So you say."
"Mr. Lin, I will return your money to you and leave within the next four hours if you so wish."
"No," he said, just a hint of panic in his voice. "I would just like to know that things are continuing on as planned."
"They are Mr. Lin. In eight days your competitors will be significantly weakened. This is what you wanted. At that point I plan to go to work in earnest. Within a month you should have significant control over this city. This is what I promised."
"Of course."
"But let's not talk of business," she said, clapping her hands. From an alcove Rachel's young servant came walking out. He a red Chinese dress and carried a tray with two glasses on it.
Daniel smiled as he took a glass from the tray. The servant dropped his eyes demurely. Daniel smiled. "I do so like this one."
"Well," Rachel said as she took her glass, "how about you spend the evening with him. You do wish to spend the evening with Mr. Lin, don't you my pet?"
"Yes mistress," he said, not raising his eyes.
Daniel reached out and grasped the boy/girl's chin and raised it so he could look into his eyes. "How did you do this?"
"With my little pet here it was a mixture of punishments and rewards. Frankly, while I do love him, I think that he is not one of my better jobs. My technique has gotten better over the past three years."
"What exactly do you do?" he asked her, very curious, and a little aroused.
"I reward the targeted behaviour. The toy I'm working on right now, I control her environment. When she does as I wish, she is more comfortable. It is subtle, and more powerful for it. I want her to be fed in a certain way. When she accepts that, she is not hungry. When she does not, she is hungry. I use other things, like the temperature of room, and a mild euphoric that is pumped into her room at low concentrations. In the end she behaves as I like because doing so makes her feel good."
"So you don't punish her at all?"
"She punishes herself by being uncomfortable. It is much better."
"So what are you doing with her?" he asked. He had many visions of what Rachel might have in store for the woman. His penis grew harder as he thought about them.
"Oh, like any artist, I do not like to talk about my work before it has been finished. But let us not worry about that. Mr. Lin, you seem to be in some need. Pet, take care of him."
The boy/girl knelt smoothly between Daniel's legs and undid his belt. A moment later he carefully unzipped his pants, then with a gentle hand freed Daniel's penis from his underwear. He licked his glossy lips once then took the member in his mouth.
*****
Mei opened her eyes, staring at the far wall. Something had woken her. It took her a moment to realise what it was. She sat up and looked at the yellow stain on her sleeping mat, and the wet patch around the crotch and on the side of her blue sleeper.
In a way she had expected something like that. It was part of a logical progression. That she had been expecting it did not make it much easier to take. She began to cry softly, feeling so useless. She was trapped, held against her will, unable to do anything. It made her feel so ineffectual. To top matters off she was pissing herself. She felt like she was five years old again.
Oh, she knew that it was probably something in the bottles, yet another thing that did not make her happy, she could not even feed herself. Knowing that did not really help her. She just felt so stupid. Had she known that a mild depressant had been added to the bottles as well that might have explained some of her feelings of uselessness. As it was, she could only feel bad.
Some time later when the woman came to feed her Mei made her way over to the door and waited for the bottles to be presented.
"Are you hungry," the woman asked.
"Yes," Mei said.
The bottle was presented and Mei began to nurse. She began to feel a little better, glad to have something in her stomach, though the wet, clinging material of the sleeper still bothered her.
After she finished she heard the woman start to leave.
"Wait," Mei called.
"Yes."
For a moment Mei said nothing. She did not want to say it. Still, if she said it, perhaps they would think she was moving along and get careless. That was what she told herself as she said, "I wet the bed last night. My sleeper is all wet."
"Just a moment," she heard the woman say. Then the blindfold was pushed though the door slot.
Mei put it on and soon she was handcuffed, walking naked through, well where ever, unable to see. It was just as bad as the times before, but this time she smelled strongly of urine.
She was put on the toilet while the bath was prepared, the bathed. Just like all the other times. She was then blindfolded and handcuffed and led back to the cell, as the other times.
Once she was safely locked away again she noticed that the urine smell in the room was gone, and the sleeping mat was new. She knelt down and picked up the pink sleeper. Something had been folded within it and fell out. It was white.
Mei knew what it was before she reached down to pick it up. She flipped it open, looking at the hourglass shape of disposable. White all about, neither particularly thick or thin, looking much like any other diaper Mei had seen, which was not a lot.
She held the diaper up for a time, wondering if there was any way to make a bomb from one. If there was she had never heard of it. She thought about stuffing the thing down the toilet hole, just to prove a point. That would not keep her from waking up in her own urine the next day though. Or from wetting herself during the day if that was to come next.
She carried the diaper and the sleeper over to her clean, fresh smelling mat and put them both down. It would be better, and like everything else, if they thought she was breaking, they might get sloppy.
Mei positioned the diaper, then lay herself down on it. The plastic crinkled, and the padding compressed slightly under her. Just like wearing a sanitary pad, she told herself, thought it was nothing like that. She reached forward and pulled the diaper up between her legs. She took a deep breath, slightly surprised at how good the soft padding felt between her legs.
She used the tapes to do up one side, then the next, pulling them tight. It was done.
Mei got to her knees and looked down at herself, then over her shoulder. The diaper bulged slightly at back. She ran her hands along the outside. It was smooth and cool. A very odd, yet somehow pleasant feeling. Of course she did not know that a mild euphoric had been introduced to the room the moment she had begun diapering herself.
She began to gently squeeze the diaper, somehow fascinated by its thickness and the softness against her skin. After a time of exploring its outside, she put her hand down the front, wondering what it felt like from the inside, at least that was what she told herself. As she slid her hand down her finger brushed lightly against her hairless sex. She let out a slight gasp, a little surprised by the pleasure, and by the fact she felt wetness there that had nothing to do with urine.
She fell backwards as she slid two fingers inside herself, slowly working them in and out. Her other two fingers brushed up and down the outside of her lips as her thumb toyed ever so gently with her clitoris. Excitement began to mount as her breathing got faster and faster, coming out in short, little gasps. She moaned as she pushed her hips up towards her fingers.
With a small cry she came, a long, thundering orgasm that she felt through her whole body. For a few minutes afterwards she lay there, breathing heavily, her hand still down the front of her diaper, unable to move. maybe it was just because she had been under so much tension since she had been taken. maybe it was because she had not had any sort of sexual release since she had been taken, but that had been one of the better orgasms of her life.
As she slowly pulled her hand from her diaper, then moved it so she could see the fluids that coated her fingers and dripped off, she began to think that maybe diapers were not so bad.
*****
Mei finished off a set of push ups. She rolled over on her back, staring up at the plain ceiling. The diaper was beginning to get a little uncomfortable. Not a lot, but it was damp from her masturbation session, and with a little sweat. She wished she had come talcum powder, but that had not been included. It made sense. Not only could she use it to make the interior of her diaper feel a little better, but she could make some sort of explosive with it.
Oh well.
She got up and walked over to the toilet hole. She was as careful as she could be, but she ended up tearing the plastic away when she removed the tapes. They held very well. Sighing, she dropped the diaper onto the ground and squatted over the hole to relieve herself.
As she did, she looked at the diaper lying beside her. It gave her an idea. After she was finished she picked the diaper up and used a dry spot in it to wipe herself clean. It looked like her toilet paper problem had been solved. Kind of.
She was putting her sleeper back on, minus the diaper, when she heard a sound at her door. She moved over.
"Are you hungry," the woman asked.
"Yes," Mei said, kneeling down to take the nipple.
Once she was finished she hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Can I get a new diaper?" In a way it was not as bad as having to admit to wetting herself, but it still was unpleasant. She had to play the game though, let them think they were winning, let them grow careless. Also, she was more comfortable when she played along with them.
"Hand me the used one," the woman said.
As Mei went to get the diaper she found herself objecting to the word 'used'. It was not used. It was just no longer wearable. As she picked it up she noted that it did look a little used. She rolled it up, hoping that the woman did not examine it. She did not want anyone to know she had masturbated while wearing it.
Well, there was nothing to do about it.
She pushed it through the slot. A moment later a fresh diaper was put through.
"Would you like to clean up?" the woman asked.
"Pardon?" Mei said as she picked up the diaper.
"Would you like to clean yourself up a little. I can give you a towellete."
"Yes, thank you."
A moment later the woman pushed a baby wipe through the door slot. Mei took it, looked at if for a moment, then took her sleeper off and wiped the area between her legs clean. She felt much better.
"Please give it back." the woman said.
Mei did so. "Thank you."
The woman said nothing. A moment later Mei hear the soft sound of her footsteps as she walked away.
Mei took the diaper over to her sleeping mat, almost eagerly. Not that she was really aware of that.
*****
The next morning Mei woke up to the sound of the woman at the cell's door. She yawned and felt good that the bed was not wet. Then she remembered she was wearing a diaper. It was quite wet. She sighed and got up from the mat, walking over to the door, ready for her breakfast.
She waited until she had eaten then said, "I need a new diaper, and a bath."
The blindfold came through the door, as before. Mei began to remove her sleeper.
"Leave the diaper on," the woman said.
Mei shrugged her shoulders, ambivalent about that. While she was not happy about the thought of being walked around in a diaper, it would probably be better than being walked around naked.
Soon they were in the washroom and the wet diaper was removed from her and she was put on the toilet at the woman filled the tub. She was bathed, her hair washed, and then dried.
The woman then sat her at a vanity and began to brush her hair out. It had been a while since her hair was brushed, so there were a few tangles. The woman was very gentle and worked them out.
After that Mei got a bit of a surprise as the woman laid out a diaper and directed Mei onto it. Mei almost rebelled, but there was little she could do in handcuffs, and she had to play along.
The woman gently applied lotion to Mei, covering her buttocks and the area between her legs. At one point Mei had to restrain herself from pushing herself at the woman's hand. It felt very nice. After the lotion she sprinkled Mei with a generous amount of baby powder. It floated in the air, some of it settling softly on Mei's body.
There was something very pleasant about it all, Mei had to admit. She was beginning to like the young woman who was her keeper. She seemed to be as much a prisoner as Mei was, so that made it all right.
The woman pulled the diaper up between her legs, then taped it closed. It felt tighter than when Mei had put them on herself, but she did not mind it.
That done, the woman helped Mei to her feet, then blindfolded her again and led her from the bathroom.
*****
Rachel stood silently in the houses hall, watching as her pet led Mei back to her cell. The small girl looked adorable, in a diaper, being led by the hand, waddling slightly. She doubted that Mei had noticed that the diaper she was wearing was thicker than the others. Not terribly so, but just enough for a pleasing effect.
She had watched the events in the bathroom through the two way mirror. She was beginning to like little Mei, she had a sensual side that let her enjoy most pleasures, even if she knew she shouldn't. She had watched carefully as her pet had brushed Mei's blonde hair into pig tails. Either the girl was an excellent actor, or she had not realised that she had been given a very immature hairstyle.
Rachel had never infantalised anyone before, it had just never come up. When she had seen Mei though. the idea had come to her. Put the small bodied girl in a pair of jeans, a shirt, and a jacket to disguise her breasts a little, and she would look about ten or eleven.
A little bit of work and she could be a tall eight, perhaps even a little younger.
A diaper wearing little girl. It had a nice feel to it, and the girl was very attractive. She wondered if she might keep her once she had finished training her. As things were bringing her pet with her all the time was a bit of a problem. Adding Mei to that little group might just be too difficult.
Of course it would be interesting.
When her pet came back Rachel just looked at him and smiled slightly. The boy/girl moved up to her, dropped to his knees and began to push her skirt up her thighs. As Rachel leaned back against the wall she knew that she would not get rid of her pet to keep Mei.
*****
Mei settled into a routine that kept her comfortable and sane, as much as either were possible. She asked to be bathed twice a day, once after breakfast and once after dinner. It got her out of her cell, perhaps to give her a chance at escape, though it never happened, and gave her a change of scene.
The cell was sooooo boring. She wished they would speed things up and move her into a nursery. It had to be one of the next steps. It would be a lot better to be in a room that had stuff in it, things to look at, maybe a few toys as well. Of course it would also offer her a chance to escape.
While she still wet herself while asleep, she kept waking control, and was quite please about that. She had been worried that she would loose complete control but that had not happened. No incidents of wetting while awake. Well, only one, and that had been by her choice.
She had been half way through her lunch when she realised that she had to go to the washroom. She had held it for a time, then just let it go. She was going to be asking for a new diaper after lunch anyway, and would be given a baby wipe or two to clean herself up with. It just made sense.
As Mei sat on her bed, stretching her muscles out, she wondered when Rally was going to come and rescue her. She was getting very, very, verrrrrrry bored.
*****
The warehouse was located some distance out of the city. A deserted place, currently between owners. The Mafia had chosen it as a place for the meet and exchange. There were no close neighbours, and it was a place easily secured.
The tractor trailer parked within the warehouse looked innocent enough. IT was full of TVs, or at least boxes that claimed to have TVs in them. A number of the boxes did indeed hold big screen televisions, near the rear and side doors. It would take some serious unloading before anyone got to the boxes that held the heroin. Even those ones held the shells of televisions.
It was a lot of heroin. The Families in Chicago had made a deal with a big Golden Triangle concern. The shipment, all things considered, was huge. With it the Mafia planned to undercut the Tong's, bring in a lot of money, and ten crush the Chinese gangs.
That it was the exact same thing that the Tongs planned to do did not occur to them. Perhaps that was because they were absolutely certain of the their security.
*****
Rally watched the warehouse from a point of cover near the fence the enclosed the warehouse. She scanned the area with a pair of low light binoculars, waiting for something to happen. A few minutes earlier she had watched a tractor trailer and a mini-van pull into the warehouse, the door closed up behind them. The Mafia had about twenty men in their, the people delivering the drugs had brought in about six. A good sized number.
She looked up at the three men on the roof. Where was the third one. She shifted her binoculars around, trying to find him. Then she saw one of the other men fall to the roof. For a moment she just stared at the place where he had been standing, then shifted to the last man.
A few seconds later she saw him go down. It was all very fast and very quite. It was very professional. She put her binoculars aside, and got to her feet. She looked about then jumped up, grasping the fence, vaulting over it. As soon as she hit the ground on the other side her CZ-75 was in her hand. She remained crouched there for a moment, then started running towards the warehouse.
*****
The truck was being unloaded by several man. The boxes with the real televisions had been put off to the side, the other ones were being opened, the shells broken open and the bags of heroin were being stacked neatly on several tables.
Several bags had been chosen at random and one of the men was testing it. He swirled a mixture of heroin and solvent in a test tube. After a moment he looked over to one of the other men and nodded.
"Looks like things are fine here." He handed the briefcase he was carrying to the other man.
"Good to hear." He took the briefcase and gave it to one of his men. That man took it back to the mini-van to count it.
Everything looked to be going fine when several men in both groups suddenly went over, a spray of blood in the air.
The Mafia soldiers and the couriers pulled out their guns, diving for cover. In those few moments three more men died.
"Where's it coming from?"
"I don't know!"
"Shoot!"
Gunfire broke out as the soldiers and the couriers were firing, hoping to hit something by luck.
There was a crashing noise as a car drove through the doors, skidding to a stop.
A number of men shifted their fire to the obvious target, opening up on he car. Many stood up, emptying the magazines of machine guns and assault rifles. Several more went down in that time.
*****
Rally crouched near the wall of the warehouse, listening to the fire from within the building. It sounded like a bad action movie. She remained where she was, not planning on going in there until things got a little quieter.
*****
Rachel put aside her rifle and grabbed her MP5 as she stood. Time to take things up close. She looked down at the bullet riddled car that four Tong members had been in. It was unfortunate that they had not been able to get out, they would have proven to be a better distraction that way.
She dropped silently to the floor, moving into cover. More than half of them were dead now. She just had to deal with the remainder.
*****
Rally crept around the warehouse, the amount of shooting had been decreasing. She felt it was time she went in. She was reaching for the knob of a door when the door banged open. A figure came out. He stumbled, and then there was the soft sound of a silenced weapon firing and 9mm rounds ripped into the man's back.
He fell onto his face not far from where Rally was crouched.
She took a deep breath, then swung around, gun leading, so she was kneeling in the doorway. No one was there.
Rally moved in, being very careful. She was certain that she would find Rachel here.
*****
The last of the men had thrown down his gun and was begging for mercy. Rachel smiled at him and then shot him in the head. That was it. She had counted carefully.
She walked over to the table, grabbed one of the bags, looked at it, then tossed it back with the others. She took her cell phone from within her jacket as she walked away from the table. She hit the dial button and put the phone up to her ear.
"This is Torris, send your people in here to pick up your stuff." She then cut the connection.
"You're a little smug aren't you," Rachel heard someone say from behind her.
Rachel turned slowly. Standing behind her was Rally Vincent, her pistol pointed at Rachel.
"Put the sub machine gun down."
Rachel knelt down and placed her weapon on the floor. "You are very good," Rachel said.
"Where's Mei?"
"Who?"
"Don't play around with me," Rally told her. "I know you grabbed her. She better be all right."
"A yes. Young Miss Hopkins. Last time I checked she looked fine. I hope that she stays that way."
"It will be very bad for you if she does not."
"Yes," Rachel looked at Rally and the weapon she held. "I can see that."
"I want you to take me to her."
"Of course."
"Get your hands up, and start walking."
Rachel did as she was told, walking towards the hole in the door. Rally moved behind her.
"I have to say, I am very surprised you are here. I guess we think alike."
"Just keep walking."
"Tell me, how about we make a deal. I'll of course return your little friend to you, and we'll split
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