One Night in Osaka
7 pm
Keiko smiled as
she left the store, and walked slowly down the streets towards her apartment
block. It was a warm evening, and she
smiled at some of the other shoppers as she walked along. The grey pullover she was wearing helped to keep
the slight chill off her, covering her cream blouse, and a black and white
checked scarf was tied round her neck as a cravat, the ends tucked in at the
front. The soft pleats of her long white
skirt moved with as her as she walked, the heels of her long black leather
boots clicking on the pavement.
There was very
little traffic on the street, so she wasn’t paying too much attention to it, or
even noticing the parked vans as goods were taken in and out of the shops. With her Gucci handbag over one arm, and
holding other bags in her free hand, she did not have a care in the world.
So it was a
total surprise to her when she was grabbed, a latex gloved hand clamped over
her mouth as she was pulled into one grey van, and the doors slammed shut in
front of her. She then saw someone –
there was little light in the interior, and she could not tell if it was a man
or a woman – wearing a dark suit, white shirt and dark tie, dark glasses over
their eyes and a gun in their hand.
“Do not speak,
do not move,” they said in a distorted, electronic voice, “do as we say, and
all will be well.” Keiko looked at the,
then at the gun, and nodded as they said “kneel down, and put your hands behind
your back. I promise, you will not be
harmed if you do as we say.”
Keiko slowly
nodded as she felt someone pull her hands together behind her back, and then
soft rope as it was tied tightly around and between her wrists. She tried to move them, but they were too
strong, as she then saw rope passed over her head and used to force her arms to
her sides, the rope forming two bands as her jumper as stretched over her chest.
“What do you
want,” she whispered as she looked at the figure in front of her.
“One little
thing, and then you may rest,” the figure said as from somewhere it produced
more rope, and started to secure Keiko’s ankles tightly together.
“And that is,”
the young Japanese woman said, fascinated at the way the rope looked on her
black boots.
“The code.”
“The code?”
“The code,” the
second figure said behind her as the ropes were pulled tighter, and then tied
off. As she did this, the person in
front folded the hem of her skirt back, and secured her legs below her knees,
before cinching the binding, tying it off, and standing up.
“Indeed – the
access code for the inner office. Give
it to us.”
“As you wish,”
she whispered as she gave a sequence of numbers.
“In reverse,
quickly.”
As she did
this, Keiko twisted round, hearing the squeal of her boots and unaware of the
second person loosening her scarf.
“Good – sleep
now.”
Her eyes shot
open as the sweet smelling damp cloth as pressed firmly over her nose and
mouth, and she opened her mouth to scream the fumes entered her. Making her
head swirl instantly as she struggled, and then fell asleep. She was unaware of her own scarf been used as
a cleave gag to silence her before she was placed on the floor.
“Now what do we
do?”
“Take her with
us to our next visit.”
8.30 pm
Akari closed
the door to her house and put her bag on the floor, then removed her coat and
put it on the hook as she said “sorry I’m late Hana, the train was late. Is supper ready?”
“Okasan?”
Akari was
looking at herself in the mirror, her dark hair falling down her white arran
jumper, before she looked to the door to the dining room, and said “Hana?”
“Okasan, please
come in – I need to talk to you.”
“Hana, what is
the…” As Akari walked in, she stopped
sort as she saw her daughter sat in a chair.
Hana was in her early twenties, wearing a purple sweatshirt with the
winged collar of a white blouse sticking out, a knee length black skirt and a
pair of long brown leather boots. Only
her legs were tied together at the ankles and knees, her ankles pulled under
the seat of her chair and secured to the bottom of the chair back.
Lengths of rope
were also tied round her upper body, holding her firmly against the chair back,
while her arms were taken around the back itself. Akari assumed her wrists were tied as well,
as Hana said “I am so sorry Okasan – they forced their way in a few minutes
before you arrived.”
“They?”
“Good evening,
Akari,” an electronically disguised voice said behind her, and as Akari turned
round she saw the figures wearing dark suits, white shirts and dark ties, as
well as dark glasses and shoes – and one of them pointing a gun at her as the
other said “Please, take a seat – we have a question to ask of you.”
“Have they hurt
you,” Akari asked as she watched the second intruder pull a chair from the
table, Hana shaking her head as she watched her mother sit down, and then the
intruder taking her arms behind the chair back.
“So what
exactly do you want,” she said as she felt the rope around her wrists, securing
them together and leaving her unable to move them as they were secured to the
chair back. She glanced down at her own orange
skirt and darker brown leather boots, wondering how they would look in a few
minutes as the rope was wrapped around her upper body and the chair back. She could see the tension as she tried to
move, then said “all right – if I answer your questions, will you leave us
unharmed?”
“You have our
word,” the first intruder said as their partner knelt down beside the older
woman, and crossed her ankles before he started to bind them together, the
squeak mirroring that of Hana as she tried to move her legs.
“So what is
your question?”
“We require the
access code to the external doors of your office – nothing more, nothing less.”
“And for this
you have to tie us up?”
“Well, we have
other things in mind – and you will be silenced, but we will turn the radio
on.”
“Silenced? How,” Hana said, and then she watched as the
intruder put the gun down, and reached into the bag, taking out a roll of brown
sticking plaster.
“Like this,”
they said as they tore a long strip from the roll, and held it in their gloved
hands, “put your lips together.”
“Okasannnmmmm,”
Hana said as he lips were covered in the brown fabric, the material pulling
slightly on her skin as the gag was pressed into place. Akari watched as her legs were secured below
her knees, and then her ankles pulled under the chair, before she said “I will
give you the code.”
As the numbers
were given, the intruder nodded and said “thank you – now, lips together
please.” She nodded, offering no resistance
as her mouth was covered, and then the two intruders left – only to return with
a bound and cleave gagged woman between them, who they laid on the floor.
“KUHHEKKEEE!”
“Good evening,”
the intruder said as they turned the radio on, and then left turning the lights
off as the chairs creaked form both women struggling…
10 pm
“That was an
amazing show, Yiu,” Ichika said as they walked into the lobby of their
apartment building. The younger of the
two sisters was wearing a yellow cowl necked wool dress, and a pair of knee
length chestnut brown leather boots.
“Agreed – but I
am ready for a nightcap and a good night’s sleep,” Ichika said as she fished
her own keys out of her handbag and opened the apartment door. By contrast she was wearing an orange roll
necked wool dress, but she also was wearing knee length boots in the same style
as her sister.
“Then we will
do that,” Yiu said as she closed the door behind her, turned round – and saw
Ichika slowly raising her hands at the ‘request’ of the person standing in the
hallway, smiling as the pistol was pointed at both of them.
“Inside,” they
said, their voice distorted as they waved the gun towards the door to the
bedroom, both women nodding as they walked forward with their hands in the
air. As they walked in, they saw a
second person, dressed like the first in a dark suit, white shirt, dark tie,
shoes and glasses, smiling as they indicated the coiled ropes by the bed side.
“Welcome home –
we need something from you, and in return we will make you comfortable. Both of you, stand facing me, wrists crossed
in front of yourselves.”
“Are you
robbing us,” Yui said s she looked at her sister, and
then stood still, trying not to shiver s the second
intruder picked up some rope, and tied it round her, stretching her dress and
framing her chest as the two bands held her arms firmly to her sides.
“Do not hurt
her” Ichika said quietly as her own arms were bound in the same way the ropes
tighter and then even tighter still as smaller lengths were tied between her
arms and body.
“We will not
hurt either of you if you do as we say.”
The metallic distortion was slightly disturbing, but they both nodded as
they were made to lie side by side on the large low bed.
“We have no
real valuables,” Yui said as her wrists were crossed in front of her stomach,
and then tied tightly together, the rope going around and between her wrists as
her arm slay on her dress.
“We are not
after your valuables, but you sister’s knowledge,” her binder said quietly as
he took the rope between her arms and tied it off, then took another length and
started to tie her ankles tightly together.
“My
knowledge? What of,” Ichika said as her
own ankles were forced together, the white rope contrasting with the leather as
it was taken around and between her legs, forcing them together as the leather
was compressed and squeaked under the pressure.
“Your office,”
her own binder replied as they tied the rope off, and then took more rope
securing her ankles to the foot of the bed as Yui watched the sae thing been done to her.
“What do you
want,” she whispered quietly as the hem of her dress was folded back, and her
legs secured together below her knees, trying no tot enjoy the touch of the
gloved hands on the back of her legs.
“Does this
excite you?”
She looked at
the person tying her legs together, and nodded as she said “a little – is that
wrong?”
“I hope it is
not” Yui said quietly, “because it is making me excited as well.”
The two
intruders looked at each other, before they tied the knees ropes off, and each
took a final length of rope, tying it between their wrists and then down to the
last rope tied as they looked at each other.
“This can eb a
pleasurable experience,” one of them said as they looked in the bag, and took
out two white lozenges, both of their captives wondering what they were going
to do as they handed one to their companion.
The two dark suited people then smiled as they lifted the skirts of the
dresses up, and slipped the lozenges into their panties, both women gasping as
thy felt the vibrations.
“Now,” Ichika
was asked quietly, “the password to your computer please.”
As she gave it
she looked at the second person pushing a folded cloth into her sister’s mouth,
making her moans muffled before white tape was pressed firmly over her mouth.
“Thank you –
now it is your turn. Open your mouth.”
Ichika felt the
soft tape as it covered her mouth, forming to the shape of her chin as Yui
started to groan more, and then she joined in, feeling great pleasure as the
two intruders turned the lights off and left them…
Midnight
The door to the
office opened noiselessly as the two new arrivals walked in, closing the door
as they shone a penlight round the room.
“There’s the
computer,” one of them said as they walked over to the desk, their companion
turning on the desk light as the computer was switched on, and they typed in
the password.
“We’re in,”
they said quietly as they searched the files, the second person nodding as she
watched the screen, and then plugged in the USB stick.
“How long?”
“Ten minutes to
do the transfer, fifteen to download the files,” her companion said, and then
they both heard the click. Standing up,
they each drew a pistol form their jacket pockets and stood on the other side
of the door.
As the door
opened, they saw a middle aged woman walk in, wearing a blue pinafore dress
over a white blouse, and with an expensive Hermes scarf in blue, cream and gold
tied loosely round her neck and over her shoulders, the point over her left arm
as her black hair fell over it.
She looked
round, and said “who’s there” as she turned the light on. That was when she saw the two intruders, and
slowly lifted her arms as she heard “good evening, Madame Kanna – our apologies,
but it would appear we need to prevent you raising the alarm.”
“Who are you?”
“We represent a
great lady, who has some concerns of some of the recent trading of your firm,”
the second intruder said as the first one pulled an office chair out, “you may
not be aware of them, but that is not our concern now.”
“And what is
your concern?”
“To make you
comfortable,” the first intruder said, “please, sit down.”
“Do I have a
choice?”
“No.”
Kanna nodded as
she sat down, looking at the dark glassed person as they looked at the computer
screen. She barely noticed as her arms
were taken behind her back, or the rope as they were secured together and then
tied to the chair support.
“What sort of
trading?”
“Hmmm? Oh, let us say some of the lower groups were
using you as a conduit for fund raising.
The Lady we represent does not like such trade.”
“So this is a
robbery?”
“If you wish,” the
intruder said in that strange tinny voice as they guided Kanna’s ankles under
the chair, round the seat support before her ankles were tied together with
more rope, and then secured to the chair support as well, her skirt covering
her legs as this happened.
“Then I will
treat it as one,” she said as she tried to move, her brown boots squeaking as
they rubbed together. She sat still as
more rope was used to secure her body to the chair back, stretching her top as
they were pulled tighter and tighter.
“How did you
gain access?”
“Your staff
were most useful – I compliment your security, but we have been watching, and
we plan well,” the intruder said as Kanna watched the person tying her remove
her scarf, and roll it into a thick band.
“Now open your mouth.”
“Very well,”
she said quietly as the band was pulled between her lips, forcing the corners
of her mouth back as the band was tied tightly round her head, and the band
forcing her tongue down as it filled the open space behind her teeth. It tasted of her perfume, but she knew she
had no choice, as the two suited intruders worked on the screen, and then
removed the USB stick.
“Thank you for
your contribution,” the one who stood up said before they walked out, closing
the door as Kanna struggled in the chair.
As they sat in
the front of the car, they removed their dark glasses and tis, opening their
shirt before they removed the small metallic disks from their throats.
“Well, that was
an interesting day,” Niki Abata said as she removed her dark wig, and let her
blonde hair fall to their shoulders.
“Indeed – but
profitable, and we have the files Madame wanted,” Jill Hudspeth said as she
started the car.
“It’s a pity
you’re been transferred to Quebec – we make quite a team.”
“I go where Her
Majesty’s Government – and Madame – send me,” Jill said with a smile as she
drove off…
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