Author's Note: 'Kawaii is the culture of cuteness in Japan. It can refer to items, humans and non-humans that are charming, vulnerable, shy and childlike.' (http://en.m.wikipedia.or/wiki/Kawaii). I've always had a thing about oriental girls, especially hot manga babes and a recent trip to Japan inspired me to write this.

I've never been to Chicago.


'I'm Kinky.' The new button girl bowed as Angela pushed her cart into the lift.

Angela, 'Angel' Guardina looked at the pretty oriental girl with surprise, a genuine smile forming on her lips.

Cute !

'Ki-n-ki-ko, from Japan.' The girl bowed again. 'But please to call me Kinky.'

Really cute !

Kinky had shiny black hair drawn back and curled into the little pill-box hat she was, no doubt, forced to wear; pretty almond eyes; those lovely high oriental cheekbones and big, exceedingly kissable lips. The girl's body was nice too; pert and displayed rather prettily in the blue silk uniform that went with the hat, a jacket decorated with gold braid, and pants that were way too tight to be functional. The jacket bulged rather nicely over breasts that were bigger than Angel might have expected; and the trousers clung to a very cute bottom, one that Angel immediately wanted to slap with the flat of her hand.

Then there were the shiny leather boots with the four inch heels that brought the top of her head up to the level of Angel's nose.

Cute as a button !

'I'm Angel.' Angel was dressed as a maid; actually she was a maid; sort of... It was complicated; she was employed by the Commodore Hotel in Chicago's north side as a maid and, indeed fulfilled a maid's duties but that wasn't the main reason for her being there...

'Angel-San.' Kinky bowed again.

'Please, call me Angel.'

'Angel.' Kinky bowed again. 'I am hope we be friends.' The girl smiled.

So am I.

Angel was already wondering how she might get the girl out of her uniform and, hopefully across her knee before discovering if she lived up to her name.

'I'm very pleased to meet you, Kinky.' Angel Guardina smiled.

They emerged from the lift on the thirty third floor, both turning right before Kinky stopped in front of Mr D'Arcy's door.

'Kinky have parcel for delivery.' Kinky bowed to Angel and turned to knock on the door.

The last thing Angel heard as the bell-hop/button girl went in was Kinky giving her name in that dangerously suggestive way and Mr D'Arcy lascivious response 'I do hope so, my dear.' Then the door closed.

Angel hovered for a moment wondering if she should intervene. It wasn't that she expected D'Arcy to take too many liberties with her new acquaintance or that it was really any of her business, though Mr D'Arcy's hands did have a habit of wandering freely over any female that came too close and, given half the chance he'd enjoy more than a pinch to the bottom.

Angel had enjoyed a few scrapes with D'Arcy herself, mostly of the 'over-the-knee spanking' variety but, thought he'd pressed her, she'd not allowed him to bind her and certainly not gone down on him which appeared to be what he was ultimately after. It wasn't that Angel was averse to such pleasures in the line of duty though she did prefer to enjoy them with another girl.

Perhaps I'd better check back in a while to make sure everything was alright.

Kinki-ko was, after all cute and modeling that sexy little uniform and very new to The Commodore.

Don't what the shiny new button being tarnished before I've had a chance to play with it.

The hotel did have a policy of dressing its largely female employees in uniforms that seemed to stretch the bounds of decency and, as she pushed her cart towards the room a few doors along that needed cleaning, she tried not to think how ludicrously short the skirt of her maid's dress was and how the hotel expected her to wear stockings and how every time she bent over, no matter how carefully there was no way she could avoid flashing her panties to anyone behind and showing so much cleavage to anyone in front that, if they looked closely enough, they'd able to tell the design of her navel piercing. Mostly, however, in Angel's case, voyeur's eyes didn't usually get much further than her breasts.

At least she had the body to carry it off and, given that most of her 'targets' in the hotel were with men, the ability to flirt outrageously was a definite asset.

Once again, Kinky came to her mind.

She'd go back in ten minutes after cleaning the current room. D'Arcy was, after all, one of her 'targets', albeit a 'soft' one and she had to keep him sweet.

'Maid.' Angel knocked and used her pass-key almost simultaneously, pushing the door open and bustling in with a muttered apology in Spanish.

She wasn't too surprised that she'd caught them inflagrante.

Kinky was down on her knees, devoid of her uniform and wearing a rather fetching set of pink lingerie, though, Angel was sorry to note, the bra was heavily padded as were the panties.

Still cute though.

The girl had her arms tied behind her back and was in the process of pleasuring Mr D'Arcy with what looked like some fairly full-on deep throat action.

D'Arcy looked up, surprised. He was a short weaselly man with a long nose and prominent chin; his top half was still dressed in the shirt, tie, jacket and vest of his three piece tweed suit; his pants were, however, round his ankles revealing skinny legs and very nobly knees.

'I say...' D'Arcy's monocle dropped from his eye.

'Scuse, Signor...' Angel bustled in with a torrent of Spanish ending something about cleaning the room.

At her approach D'Arcy stepped away from Kinky, tripping over his trousers and ending up flat on his back on the bed.

Kinky looked up at Angel.

'Out.' Angel gestured towards the door but Kinky didn't move. 'Go !' Angel emphasised the word. 'I sorry, Signor.' She turned to D'Arcy. 'She wayward girl. Should not be bothering you like that.'

'She wasn't actually bothering me...' D'Arcy wrestled with his trousers trying to confine his erection which was surprisingly large for his size.

'I report her to Contessa.' Angel continued undaunted. 'She punish her...'

'Honestly, Madam, there's not need.' D'Arcy continued to object even as Angel released the kneeling girl and, pushing the blue uniform into her hands, shooed her out of the room.

'You are displeased with Kinky.' The little Japanese girl bowed repeatedly. 'Kinky very sorry.'

They were in the lift again, going down to the basement.

'Kinky. I'm not angry.' Angel tried to calm the distraught girl.

'I try very hard to please.' Kinki began to struggle into her uniform. 'Kinky Auntie teach American ways. She want Kinky find husband.'

'And what does your anutie tell you to do ?'

'She tell me it important to please Americans.' Kinky bowed. 'Kinky do as told.'

'And what do you want ?'

'I want to be good Japanese girl and American girl. Want to find husband.' Kinky smiled.

Angel sighed inwardly.

'Kinky, what are you doing this evening ?'

Angel swiped the door and pushed her cart into the room.

The woman on the bed turned her head towards the maid in a gesture of surprise though the black rubber hood clearly prevented her from seeing Angel.

A ponytail emerging from the back of the hood and spread across the pillow showed that the woman was a blonde though not naturally so; she was large breasted too, again an alteration of her natural appearance, nicely sculpted and rising firmly despite the fact she lay on her back, her nipples were enhanced too. She had a nice body, fit, athletic, this all her own work, a lifetime of careful diet and exercise.

The woman was stretched spreadeagle on the bed, wrists and ankles locked in place by leather cuffs, expensive ones, padded and probably hand-stitched. Sensing Angel's presence, the woman began to struggle and talk inarticulately through the large white rubber ball that was strapped in her mouth but she remained firmly restrained.

Angel was used to this sort of thing as she did her rounds; some of the guests left do not disturb signs on the door but most didn't bother. They paid enough for the discretion the hotel provided and appeared to enjoy the humiliation of the whores, mistresses and girlfriends that were left for the staff to find.

That this was a sexual game and not a kidnapping was obvious, even if Angel had not known who the woman was; a number of sex toys lay on the bed beside her, a vibrator, a pair of nipple clamps, a riding crop and a set of anal beads. The woman had been shaved too, freshly Angel judged from the pot of foam and the cut-throat razor sitting on the night stand and, of course, the way the woman's pussy shone smoothly; there were also a line of tiny red beads on her tanned skin which, Angel thought, were probably the result of the woman struggling at just the wrong moment.

Mr Capone was exacting in the execution of his fetishes.

Despite the presence of the helpless, blindfolded woman, Angel made a sweep of the room, clinking used glasses as she washed them and emptying the bins into her cart noisily; as she worked, she took the opportunity to open drawers, note the message scrawled by the phone and note the name of the bar advertised on Capone's matchbook. She examined under the bed as she vacuumed and carefully to replaced the five cent piece as she closed the wardrobe; then she emptied and rinsed the shaving bowl and cleaned the bathroom.

By the time she had finished, the woman had stopped struggling and lay quietly on the bed, still naked, gagged and helpless. Angel looked at the blonde one more time as she prepared to leave the room, not for the first time in such a situation trying to resist the temptation to take advantage of a helpless woman or, at the very least, add to the red stripes across the submissive's beautifully augmented breasts.

Angel checked the time. It was only mid morning. She smiled and stepped slowly towards the helpless woman then gently ran her fingertips up the side of her belly and chest.

The blonde bucked wildly in her bonds, jerking against the heavy leather cuffs and crying out around her gag.

Angel traced her fingers back, enjoying the sight of the girl arching up as she strained against her restraints, muscles bunching.

Angel smiled, her fingers reversing their path up the blonde's body and across surgically augmented breasts following the pattern of red marks where the crop had been used on them. They were beautifully firm like the rest of the girl's lean toned body.

'Nnnngggg !' She woman shook her head violently as she struggled futily.

Angel ran her finger around one of the big, enhanced nipples, feeling it swell in response to her touch, aware that her own nipples were hardening in a delightful parallel.

She pinched the nipple she had just teased. It was firm and swollen.

'Nnnggggghh !' The women shook her head but appeared to stop struggling, resigning herself to being used in this way.

Angel smiled and ran her fingers down the blonde's taut belly, brushing the deliciously smooth skin of her newly shaved sex.

The woman gasped and Angel let out her own breath. She know that, as she slid her fingers over the woman's mons and down onto her spread sex she would feel a wetness that was identical to that between her own thighs.

The woman's labia were as pretty as the rest of her body and, as Angel had expected, were coated in a slick wetness that spilled out of the dark sensuous tunnel they guarded as she parted them and slid her fingers teasingly inside.

'Mmmmmnnnghh.' The gagged cries had become less plaintive though no less urgent.

Angel sat down on the bed, her right hand still between the helpless woman's spread legs, playing with the now gaping, drooling pussy. At the same time, she slid her left hand into her own panties finding an identical response in her own body. Then, gently, she pushed her fingers inside, teasing, stimulating, pleasuring.

They came at almost the same time, Angel biting her lip and wishing she too was gagged to prevent her crying out.

Then she sat panting, her fingers still deep inside herself and the blonde, aware of the flush in her cheeks mirroring that of the woman's chest.

Finally, she stood, wiped her fingers on the girl's breasts, straightened her panties and pushed her cart out of the room.

'Angel.' Captain Willie smiled as he sat back in his chair. 'Not in uniform today.'

Angel rolled her eyes. She was dressed in a white blouse, stark against her dark, tanned skin, tight leather trousers and heels.

'Anything to report ?' Willie saw the sense in not baiting her.

'Nothing specific but there's definitely something building.' Angel sat, unbidden in the chair across from her chief's desk. 'Capone's in town under the same roof as Carlos and the North Side mob; there's talk of Yakuza involvement around the hotel too.'

'Keep an eye out for a British guy.' Willie regarded her seriously. 'MI5 have tipped us off. Some cockney street hood. He seems to be working with the North Siders. He's not here for his health, I can think of more scenic spots for a vacation than north Chicago.'

Angel nodded, still wondering why her family hadn't stayed in San Francisco.

'Any word on The Girl ?' Willie had asked her repeatedly at their briefings for the last several weeks.

Maisy McDougal, heiress to the brewing firm had been kidnapped three months earlier and various leads had taken them to Carlos. It was one of the reasons she was still working The Commodore from where Carlos directed his operations.

'Not yet.' Angel pursed her lips. 'It was today, wasn't it ?'

The captain nodded. 'Midday.'

The ransom deadline.

'Think there'll be another demand ?'

'I doubt it.' Willie frowned. 'Carlos said he'd turn her over to his boys if the ransom wasn't paid.'

Angel sighed and the pair fell silent.

'Captain... ?'

'The answer's 'no' Guardina !'

'Oh, captain, I've been in there six months, we didn't turn up the girl. Can't you send in some other...'

'Take a look around you detective.' Willie gestured towards the windows of his office that looked out over the station room of the North Precinct. 'Do you see anybody who fits the bill'

Angel sighed again. She was hispanic, she was female, she was pretty.

Who else could play the maid in a Chicago hotel ?

'If Capone's back, Is the Bureau with him ?' Willie clearly felt the discussion of Angel's undercover assignment in the hotel frequented by most of the city's criminal underworld was at an end.

Clearly her posting was to continue.

On the bright side she drew a maid's salary as well as her police one. Neither was huge.

Guardina smiled. 'Yes, Agent Harrison is...er...on his case.'

'She give you any info ?'

'Not really.' Angel's smile broadened as she recalled the big breasted blonde hooded and cuffed to the bed. 'We didn't get much chance to have a conversation.'

'So, what's this ?' Angel slid into the booth opposite Kinky. The Japanese girl wore a white minidress and thigh boots; she was wearing make up too, blusher further highlighting her cheeks and bright pink lipstick; her silky black hair hung behind her back in a sleek ponytail.

Angel had come directly from Captain Willie's office.

They'd arranged to meet in a bar two blocks down from the hotel.

'This Manga.' The pretty Japanese girl held up the book she was reading. 'Kinky love Agent One.'

The frames showed a typical pretty, big eyed girl with oriental features dressed in a mini-dress with a surprisingly large miniskirt. She was bent over another girl wearing an outfit that could, at best, be described as skimpy lashed into a very tight hogtie, her eyes even wider over a huge ball gag. The girl was caucasian, southern European possibly judging by her features; she had a tight, lean body and pert little breasts that somehow had not fallen out of the shoestring costume which did little more than cover her nipples and sex.

Angel wished she could read what the girl in the minidress was saying.

'This Agent One' Kinky pointed to the dominant. 'And this Apprentice, Su-bi. She teaching her escapology in case she captured by bad people while on mission.'

Angel smiled. 'And you're into this sort of stuff ?'

'Yes, Kinky love to be Agent One.' The girl blushed as she spoke and Angel had to resist the temptation to try to take her there in the bar.

The waitress came and Angel ordered beer. The girl was a pretty redhead in tight leather shorts and a crisp linen blouse and, for a moment, Angel was distracted from her new companion.

'What'll your friend have ?' The redhead smiled and winked.

Definitely gay !

Angel looked up to find Kinky looking uncertain what to do.

'She'll have a...'

Kinky looked at her wide-eyed.

'Co'tail.'

'You want a cocktail ?' Angel looked at her in surprise. 'She'll have a Mohito.'

The redhead flashed a smile that on any other day would have left Angel trying to get her number.

'Cocktail ?'

'My auntie say Kinky must be ladylike.' Kinky blushed again. 'Ladies in America drink co'tails.'

Angel nodded. 'What else does your auntie tell you ?'

'She say Kinky must dress nice and pretty but not slutty. She say Kinky need to flirt. She pad here.' Kinky patted her chest and the padded bra beneath her dress. 'And here.' Kinky patted her bottom. 'American men like breast and ass.'

'And you want to meet an American man ?'

'Of course.' Kinky looked at Angel. 'Do not you ?'

'Er...?' Angel suddenly found herself on the back foot.

'Oh.' Kinky smiled. 'You...play the field.'

'Yeah...' Angel found herself blushing now and shifted in her seat self-consciously. 'Something like that.'

She was saved further embarrassment by the arrival of the redhead and the drinks.

'Cheers.'

'Gum bai.'

She clinked glasses and Angel watched Kinky take an experimental sip of her mojito.

'This Kinky's first American co'tail.'

Angel watched Kinky smile, noticing the pink smear of lipstick she transferred to the glass.

'You like it ?'

The Japanese girl nodded and too a bigger sip.

'Kinky like.'

'So what else does your aunt teach you about America ?'

'That Kinky must be good girl.' She took another sip, her cheeks starting to flush again. 'That Kinky must please men...'

'Yeah.' Angel leant forward. 'We need to talk about that.'

'You are still angry that Kinky try to please D'Arcy-san ?' Kinky looked suddenly sad.

'It's just...' Angel tried to find the right words. 'There's pleasing men and there's...pleasing men.'

'Perhaps you give me lesson in pleasure.' The girl looked at her with pleading eyes.

'Yeah...' Angel smiled back trying not to look too wolfish. 'I might just do that.'

'Thank you, Angel-san.' Kinky reached across the table and took Angel's hand. 'You good friend.'

'I...'

'And Kinky hope you will beat she when she am wrong.'

Angel choked on her beer.

'You...?' Angel spluttered.

'Auntie tie Kinky and beat she when she naughty.'

'And you're...okay...with that.' Angel began to get her breath back.

'Auntie good woman.' Kinky spoke with conviction. 'She do only what best for Kinky.'

I bet she does !

Kinky smiled. 'Sometimes when she tie Kinky up, Kinky pretend she Agent One or Subi.'

'And that makes it okay ?'

Kinky blushed and looked side to side as if nervous. 'Kinky actually quite enjoy it.'

The look in the girl's eyes left no doubt about how she enjoyed it.

Unfortunately for Angel, she was just taking another sip of beer and this time she did way more than cough.

It took her several eyewatering, chest heaving minutes to recover this time but at least she had the pleasure of Kinky sliding into the seat beside her and wrapping an arm around her heaving chest as she fought to clear the beer from her burning lungs.

'Are you sure you alright Angel-san.' Kinky looked anxiously at Angel as she recovered.

'Yes, I'm fine.' Angel tried to reassure her, looking guiltily at the spots of beer sprayed across the front of the girl's white dress. 'Look, I'm really sorry...'

'No, Angel-san.' Kinky became stern. 'Kinky fine.'

'Good morning, Angel-san.' Kinky smiled beautifully as she stepped out of the lift carrying two leather bags.

Angel noticed she was moving stiffly.

'Kinky...' Angel was pushing her cart along the seventh floor corridor. 'Are you ok ?'

'Yes, very well indeed than you, Angel-san.'

Kinky put down the bags in front of a door and stretched her back and arms.

'Though Kinky is little stiff.' She bent and touched her palms to the floor. 'Kinky spent night in tight bondage as punishment.'

'Punishment for what ?' Angel looked at the pert girl in the tight blue silk enjoying the silhouette of her neat slim form.

What does it matter that it is padding ?

'Last night when Kinky get home, Auntie smell the beer on Kinky dress.'

'And she punished you for that ?'

Kinky looked at Angel and smiled. 'No. Dress can be washed.'

Angel looked confused.

'Auntie ask Kinky if she been to bar.'

'You got yourself punished for going to a bar ?'

'No.' Kinky laughed. 'This America. Kinky allowed to go to bars.'

'So why did you get punished ?'

'Because Kinky went with girl.' Kinky knocked and the room door opened. 'Kinky must find man.'

Kinky picked up the bags and stepped inside.

Shit !

'Ms Guardina.' The Countess took a long drag on the cigarette in its long black laquer holder and blew out a cloud of white smoke from her red rosebud lips; she then, quite casually, tapped the holder dropping ash over the chest of the naked black man stretched out on the bed in much the same way as Agent Harrison had been in Capone's room.

'Yes, Madam.' Angel felt the need to curtsy aware that she was metaphorically in the lion's den or at least the lioness'.

The Countess swept towards her, the green silk robe parting as she did so revealing the matching lingerie she wore underneath: a cone bra, broad garter belt, deep panties and sheer silken stockings; the heels of her mules were five inches. She was tall and slender, late forties, a natural blonde with a slim, aristocratic face and blue eyes. She spoke with a European accent.

'I hear you have upzet vun of ze guests again.'

Angel tried to appear ignorant or, at the very least innocent. It wasn't the first time she'd been summoned to the penthouse by the owner of The Commodore. She glanced the helpless man; he was heavily muscled and locked down with steel restraints, a heavy leather hood locked over his head. She noticed his cock, free if its usual cage was stiffly erect.

'Can Madam be any more specific ?'

The Countess regarded her with a fierce and rather imperious glare.

'I am hoping zer are not too many inzidences zat you recall.' The Countess raised a slender pencilled eyebrow.

Angel shifted awkwardly aware of the woman's power over her.

The Countess couldn't possibly know of the incident with the naked FBI agent, the presence of the man and his similar bondage had to be a coincidence.

'I did interrupt Mr D'Arcy in the middle of an important...business meeting yesterday.' Angel recalled the scene of Kinky kneeling at D'Arcy's feet with her wrists tied behind her.

At least he got her to go down on him !

'You do recall ze inzident zen ?' The Countess smiled disconcertingly and took another drag then tapped off more ash, watching as it cascaded down onto the man's genitals, flecks settling on the glistening tip of his drooling cock.

'Yes, Madam.' Angel curtseyed again. 'I'm...sorry about that...I didn't realise he and his...visitor were going...getting down to business.'

'Goot ! Zen you will be pleazed to know zat Mr D'Arcy does not wish to take ze matter any furzer...'

Angel looked up slightly nervously knowing there was more to come, envisaging herself stretched out on a bed somewhere hooded and gagged and, knowing her luck given over as the plaything of some minor hoodlum.

'...providing you furnish him viz a full and...genuine apology.'

Angel knew exactly what that meant.

'Yes, Madam.' Angel curtseyed.

'I am glad ve understand each other.' The Countess smiled. 'You may go.'

'Thank you, Madam.' Angel curtseyed again and turned to go finding Fifi, the Countess' maid standing just behind her.

'If Mad'moiselle would follow me.' The maid's accent was far softer than the Countess', French Angel thought; the girl had dark eyes framed by long lashes and soft curly brown hair.

Angel watched her turn; she held a riding crop tightly against her bottom; it lifted the back of her skirt revealing her stocking tops and exposing the creamy flesh of her upper thighs. Angel noted that this was criss-crossed with red marks suggesting that she had recently been caned or cropped, perhaps even this the instrument she held so tightly.

As they left the bedroom, Angel heard a muffled cry and turned to see the Countess stub her cigarette out on the man's chest. She stood for a moment, watching as the countess bent to remove her panties and then climbed up to straddle the helpless captive.

'Mad'moiselle ?' Fifi rested a hand on Angel's shoulder. 'Please allow the Countess her privacy.'

'Maid.' Angel spoke with her strongest Spanish accent as she entered the suite.

There were five men in there, all from the North Side in grey suits and red braces, the sort that carried bulges under the jackets. They sat round a table playing cards and drinking making no attempt to conceal their weapons.

They seemed in good spirits.

'Signores !' Angel nodded and pushed her cleaning cart into the bathroom.

There was a little muttering behind her but she knew she was safe enough and pushed the door up behind her leaving it a little ajar.

In a few moments the men went back to their game.

Angel began to clean quietly.

'Hey...Peto ! You randy sod.'

Angel glanced in the mirror noting the new arrival.

'How was she ?'

'She goes down like a whore.' Peto thrust his hips forward. 'Tight ass too !'

'You'd better not spoil her for the rest of us.'

'She's got plenty of stamina if you know what I mean.'

'How long they goona keep her down there ?' The man who spoke had an English accent and Angel's pricked her ears.

'Til she's full.' Peto thrust again and the others jeered.

'My turn.' One of the suits stood up and picked up his jacket. He was built like and ox and there were mob tattoos down his forearms where his sleeves were rolled up.

'You need this.' Peto handed him a pass key.

The man left the room. Angel wanted to follow but knew it would be too obvious.

'Thank you, Sir !'

'Just another six.'

'Yes, Sir.' Angel was bent over D'Arcy's knee, her bottom, she guessed by now, glowing red where the Englishman had spanked her repeatedly for an hour. He had made her keep her hands and feet on the floor and thank him at the end of every half dozen, restarting the count if she moved or failed to show her utmost appreciation for the chastisement he was inflicting.

She wouldn't have minded so much if Capone had not come in partway through to seek D'Arcy's advice on a painting he'd just acquired. Angel hadn't really minded that so much as the fact that the gang leader had Agent Harrison trailing behind him on a leash; the blonde agent was dressed in a black leather bikini and had her arms locked behind her in a set of bondage sleeves; from Angel's perspective she looked magnificent, towering above her like some classical goddess, with her sculpted body and huge breasts, the toe boots she wore adding to her majestic stature. Angel thought there might have been a flicker of recognition in her pale blue eyes, a realisation of the one responsible for thier recent encounter, but then she looked away, standing obediently and submissively while Capone conducted his business.

How can anyone look that good ?

And here I am dressed like a tarty maid showing her my ass.

Angel consoled herself that, despite her cool exterior, the agent had, a few days earlier squirmed like a bitch on heat under her touch.

She was also drooling around her gag.

Angel continued to lie across D'Arcy's lap, the wool of his tweed suit itching her belly and the tops of her thighs, forgotten in the discussion but taking the opportunity to listen while doing her best not to be distracted by Harrison's tightly toned calves and thighs.

When Capone had lead Harrison out of the room, D'Arcy had reset the count and, as a result of this, she was now apparently six short of three dozen.

Smack !

D'Arcy's hand fell again and Angel tried to maintain her posture as her bottom burned and D'Arcy's cock stiffened again and pressing itself into her belly.

She completed the next five still maintaining posture and remembered to thank him.

Surely he'd be grateful it was over too; even his surprisingly calloused hands must be getting almost as sore as her bottom by now.

'Just one more task to perform.' D'Arcy stroked her burning cheeks.

'Yes, Sir.' Angel knew what was coming and slid from his lap onto her knees waiting as D'Arcy unbuttoned his trousers.

A moment later, his cock, bobbed in front of Angel's face. Though she'd seen it before, she found herself surprised by how large it was compared to the rest of his small, grizzled and wiry form. That he had enjoyed chastising her was in little doubt and his cock was drooling freely in front of her.

Angel swallowed her pride and slipped it into his mouth.

It wasn't that she minded cock; she just preferred pussy.

I hope you appreciate this you little bastard !

She wasn't quite sure if she meant D'Arcy or Captain Willie.

In spite of her current preferences, Angel had plenty of experience with pleasing both sexes and, given the choice would rather do it on her knees than lying on her back with no room to back away. She thus concentrated on ensuring the fence was given plenty to keep his mind occupied and obediently swallowed what he gave her in exchange for her services.

Angel waited in the corridor outside the suite being used by the North Side mob. She had been lurking there for nearly an hour waiting for someone to go in or out.

Preferably out so she could follow them.

Even in the guise of a hotel employee, she felt conspicuous.

Finally one of the men she'd seen earlier appeared in the hallway with a smile on his face.

Angel suddenly found a spot on the wall that needed her intimate attention.

Then she waited.

A few minutes later, another of the mobsters emerged and Angel followed him to the elevator.

She watched as the floors counted down on the display...B1...B2...B3.

B3 was off limits. She couldn't use her regular pass but she had one to use in case.

She went back to her cart and started to catch up with her cleaning.

'Angel-san.' Kinky was waiting for Angel in basement B2 where the serving staff changed.

Angel did her best to smile.

She had a belly full of a man's cum and was now looking at the girl she wanted to bed but whom she'd almost vomited on a few days earlier and who had made it clear she was on the prowl for a husband; Kinky had also, she recalled been punished by her 'aunt' for going out with a girl.

How could she have thought the drink was anything but innocent ?

'How are you Kinky ?'

'I miss you today.' Kinky smiled. 'We go to bar again ? Kinky have co'tail !'

'Are you sure.' Angel took a step back. 'Didn't your aunt punish you last time we went out ?'

'Only little punishment. Kinky had worse. We go out and you tell Kinky more about America. You know more than Aunt.' Kinky undid her blouse revealing a blue silk bra that was also padded. She carefully folded her top and then began to wriggle out of her pants.

Angel tried not to watch her too closely and then distracted herself by undoing her maid's dress and slipping it off to reveal her corporate lacy underwear.

'You have lovely breasts, Angel-san.' Kinky stroked one with her index finger and Angel tried not to blush as her nipples hardened responsively.

'Oh !' Kinky's eye's widened and she touched Angel's right nipple.

Angel's face was suddenly burning as much as her bottom.

I'm going to pin her down and fuck her now !

'Kinky ashamed of her small breasts.' The girl pulled her hand away from Angel's chest and folded her arms over her chest defensively.

'Don't be.' Angel took her hands and pulled them away.

'Auntie tell Kinky she pay for breast implants when she have enough money. Bottom needs them too.' Kinky turned and presented her rear. 'See, too small. Not like Angel-san's. Kinky never been slapped on bottom by man !'

Believe me, it's not what it's cracked up to be.

Reluctantly, Angel let go of Kinky's wrists and pulled her clothes out of the locker.

It was just past 2 a.m. when Angel returned to the hotel having seen Kinky onto the subway and downed two coffees in an effort to focus her mind.

'Will you be ok ?' She'd asked anxiously, her words slurring slightly as they'd said goodbye.

'Kinky be fine.' The little Japanese girl appeared unaffected by the amount of alcohol she had consumed.

'But your aunt ?'

'Oh she probably tie Kinky up and whip her but Kinky not mind.' The oriental gave Angel as hug. 'Kinky learning much from Angel and besides, Kinky hope to enjoy shibari tonight. Kinky have...neediness.'

Angel smiled at the memory of the girl's body pressed against hers wishing she be given the chance to satisfy Kinky's needs and her own.

She really had to fuck that girl.

Angel pulled on her mask and zipped up her jacket then she stepped into the elevator, swiped her stolen ID and pressed B3.

She'd been to the sub-basement before, stumbling out, apparently in error until a kindly thug had warned her the floor was off limits and redirected her upwards. It had lead to her first encounter with the Countess.

This time there was no thug and she had a little longer to look around. There was a CCTV camera but she knew the thug on the desk was watching porn.

She crept down the corridor to a door she'd thought on her first visit was just a closet but now realised had a swipe lock in it.

Angel listened for a long time but heard nothing.

Finally, she tried her card on the door, her heart pounding as the light went green and the lock clicked.

Angel pushed the door open and went inside.

Maisy McDougal was in there.

The heiress was locked in chains and immobilised in an old fashioned wooden pillory bound with iron though set rather low so her head was at the same level as her buttocks. She was bent forward at the waist, legs straight, ankles shackled to a spreader bar that was locked to the floor and kept her feet about eight inches apart. As the photos Angel had seen of the girl suggested, she had a fit body, firm calfs and thighs, and a very firm, round bottom displayed perfectly in her bondage; she had a tight belly too and fairly generous breasts; her hair was blonde and her skin tanned. She was dressed in the remains of a cheerleader's outfit but the little blue skirt with its gold trim that had been lifted and tucked into her waistband; her briefs were long since shredded and the tight crop top was torn, her bare breasts hanging free among the shreds of the garment. Like a real cheerleader, she had pumps and ankle socks on her feet.

She'd clearly been abused physically to some degree as shown by the bruises on her bottom and thighs but most of her abuse seemed to have been of a sexual nature. As Angel approached, she could see that the girl was covered in semen; it crusted on her skin and dripped from her pussy, running down her legs, her blonde hair was matted with it. The girl turned her head towards Angel giving a small plaintive whimper; the blonde was ring gagged, a harness strapped over her head holding the ring in place, turning her mouth into a huge, sexual 'O' and she drooled a mix of saliva and semen from her lips. Although the straps of the harness did't completely cover her eyes the girl didn't open them and Angel realised her eyelids were glued shut with crusted semen.

Suddenly Angel heard footsteps in the corridor outside.

Shit !

The detective looked around quickly seeking a place to hide and spotted some barrels in the corner of the room, running and crouching behind them just as one of the the North Side hoods entered. Angel recognised him from the card game earlier, a tattooed face but the usual Italian suit with a bulge under the arm. He looked around, clearly suspicious at finding the door open, but his search was cursory and his attention quickly returned to the helpless girl in front of him.

'Ello again, me dear.' The hood with the English accent.

He slapped the blonde hard on her firm bottom; the girl cried out and began to struggle weakly, her movements demonstrating she was clearly resigned to her fate.

'Still got some spirit, I see.' The hood removed his jacket and hung it on a nail in the wall. 'We'll soon change that.' He began to unbuckle his belt and then, still leering at his helpless victim, pulled the leather from his belt loops. Then, wrapping the buckle end around his knuckles he swung the other end and brought it down on the girl's bare bottom.

Slap !

The girl cried out then began to whimper, pleading through her gag as red welts appeared across the firm tanned buttocks.

Slap !

A second blow landed etching more lines into the girl's flesh.

Slap !

She was whimpering by this stage, pleading through her gag begging, as far as Angel could tell, to perform any sexual favour for her tormenter if he would only stop the punishment.

Angel watched from her hiding place but there was nothing she could do. The hood was way bigger than her and, even with the element of surprise, there was no way she would overcome him.

And, much as she might want to, she wasn't going to shoot him.

Besides, a small dark part of her was enjoying the show.

The hood delivered about a dozen more blows by which time the helpless blonde was simply sobbing quietly into her gag.

'Bored of this are ye ?' The hood reached under the girls body and grasped a breast in his huge fist kneading the flesh and then pinching the nipple viciously.

The girl's sobs increased.

'More where that come from.' The hood laid his belt across the girl's back and stood behind her pressing his crotch against her bottom and sex then reached underneath her and began to play with her breasts.

'Enjoying that are ye ?'

The girl squirmed under his touch and moaned through her gag.

'No ?' The hood grabbed the helpless heiress' hair and some of the harness straps, jerking her head back roughly then leaned forward. 'P'rhaps you prefer sommink a bit more intimate.' He rubbed his cheek against hers. 'A little kiss maybe ?'

The hood kissed her on the cheek and then his face wrinkled in disgust.

'Filthy slut !' He spat at her and straightened up.

'Only good for one fing.' The hood undid the top of his pants and pulled them down to reveal his swollen, stiff cock.

Jesus ! Angel's eyes widened with surprise as she saw how big it was.

'Which one shall we use this time, me dear ?' He reached down and parted the girls butt cheeks with his hands. 'Nice and tight this one, I recall.' He looked down at the tight brown ring which was marked with dried blood from earlier use. 'Or p'rhaps you'd like a bit of fun too.' He rubbed the tip of his cock against the girl's pussy. 'Nice 'n' smooth, I reckon this one and maybe still quite tight.'

He pushed in hard, penetrating her.

'Hmm, not bad.' The hood thrust again.

'Na ! Le's be a bit more intimate shall we.'

Angel watched him shuffle round to stand in front of the girl, his cock now dripping. He held the girl's harness and lifted her head again.

When the girl didn't respond the hood realised her eyes were shut.

'Oh no. Don't want ye to miss out !' He used his fingers to prise the girl's right eye open and a moment later, she gurgled into her gag and tried to shake her head as she saw what was in front of her face.

'Nnnnggggg !'

The hood thrust into her mouth and the Maisy McDougal gagged, retching around the huge cock that barely seemed to fit through the steel ring of the gag.

'Better do a good job, honey or I use the buckle and next time.' His fist closed around his belt.

The girl tried to shake her head, still gagging but then, somehow, managed to control her fear and her gag reflex.

Angel saw the hood smile.

'Good girl. Ye certainly get marks for trying.' He began to thrust in and out of her mouth.

Angel covered her own mouth reflexively trying not to vomit, watching with a horrific fascination as the hood used the girl for his pleasure, thrusting deep into her throat making her gag and retch as he worked his was towards orgasm.

Finally, he stiffened, grunting as he ejaculated into the helpless girls' mouth.

'Oh yeah.' The hood pumped hard until he was completely satisfied then pulled his cock out leaving the girl gasping.

Then, he wiped his cock on her face and pulled up his pants, slipping his belt back into place after he had fastened them. Then he took his jacket and left the room shutting the door behind him.

'Eeeeeshhh.' Maisy shook her head weakly as Angel stood, stiff legged, from where she had been crouching watching the girl's brutal oral rape. Saliva and semen ran out of the blonde's open mouth and down her chin as Angel walked towards her.

The detective crouched and freed the girl's ankles from the rings of the spreader bar then she stood and undid the catch on the pillory, lifting it off the helpless blonde's neck and wrists before guiding her upright. The girl whimpered as she stood, her stiff muscles adding to her torments, and opened her right eye; seeing Angel's hood she gave a terrifed scream and started to back away. She still had the steel collar locked around her neck with chains running to similar steel cuffs on her wrist; another chain hung from the front of her collar like a leash and Angel grabbed it to keep her under control, motioning for the girl to keep quiet.

As she raised her hands, the girl shrunk back lifting her hands to protect herself.

The skin beneath the girl's shackles was chaffed, she had clearly been wearing them for some time, possibly the three months of her captivity. Angel wondered if she had suffered more abuse in that time or whether the deadline was really the start of her real suffering.

She drew the girl closer and Maisy moaned into her gag, pleading, more saliva and semen dribbling down her chin.

It would be easier to lead her out like this than waste time telling her what was really going on.

Another of the North side hoods would, no doubt, be down to use the girl shortly and, much as she enjoyed kinky sex, Angel preferred it with women or occasionally watching it between women; she really wasn't personally into anything this extreme and she really didn't want to get caught, ending up in the girl's place.

'I'm here to rescue you.' Angel hissed then, taking up the chain and lead her charge towards the door.

'Angel-san looking tired.' Kinky told her as they met in the lift.

Despite her late night, the pretty Japanese girl was looking her usual bright eyed self. She carried a large parcel.

'Thanks.' Angel yawned and stretched theatrically. 'You didn't get punished by your aunt when you got in.'

'Oh no, Angel punished.' The girl turned and pulled down the back of her pants and knickers to show a pattern of purple bruises.

Angel tried not to look too closely.

'I must have a word with your aunt.'

'No !' Kinky's face took on a horrified expression. 'Kinky not told her about Angel.'

'Are you embarrassed about me ?'

Kinky's expression became more extreme. 'No Angel-san. It just...'

'It's ok !' Angel raised her hands. 'You don't have to explain yourself to me.'

'Angel-san, Kinky sorry.' The girl began bowing frantically.

'Kinky, it's ok.' Angel held the girl's shoulders.

'No, not okay. Angel must punish Kinky.'

You don't know what you're saying !

'Kinky.' Angel suppressed a smile. 'I'm not going to punish you.'

For a moment the girl almost looked disappointed then her usual, happy demeanor returned.

'Oh, Kinky remember, she have present for Angel.'

'For me ?'

Angel produced a small packet from under the parcel she was carrying.

'What have you got there ?' Angel tried to distract the girl and herself from thoughts of kinky sex.

'Package for Mr D'Arcy.'

'Oh.' Angel looked at the package, it had the logo of Leather of Knot, the well known supplier of S&M toys.

'What's in it ?'

Kinky looked shocked. 'Kinky not know. Kinky messenger, not snooper.'

It was quite a big box and Angel could well imagine its contents.

Angel smiled as she pushed her cart out of the lift.

'Kinky. Are you okay ?' Angel looked at the black human sized rubber doll.

The doll nodded as much as the thick leather posture collar and tight cord lashed into her shiny black ponytail allowed. The pump of the inflatable gag bobbed up and down slightly as she did so.

It was late afternoon and Angel had noticed a distinct lack of the button girl.

The kinky-doll lay face down on D'Arcy's bed, covered from head to foot in tight black rubber overlaid with leather bonds: a tight body harness, short single sleeve that pulled her elbows together behind her back, ankle cuffs and toe boots. The ankle cuffs were clipped to the back of the girl's harness between her shoulderblades forcing her legs up into a tight hogtie and the leather cord in her hair was tied to a ring on the back of the harness' crotch strap.

'I'm going to get you out of that lot.' Angel couldn't suppress a smile or the urge to pull out her cell phone and take a couple of pictures for her to review later.

Kinky shook her head.

'Nnnnngggghhhh !'

'Kinky.' Angel admonished, you've been like this all day. 'You can't stay like this all night too.'

Suddenly the helpless rubber doll gave a high pitched squeak.

'Kinky ?'

'Uuggghhhhhhhh.' The girl gurgled starting to wriggle in her bondage.

'Kinky ?' Angel was became more alarmed.

'Nnnnnggmmmmmm !' Kinky started to writhe more forcefully.

'I'm getting you out now.'

'Mmmmmmmm !' Kinky nodded more forcefully now, clearly wanting to be released but even as Angel made a grab for the pump of the gag which was starting to bounce wildly on its rubber tube, Kinky seemed to convulse violently and rolled onto her side, her head forced back further as she tugged violently against her bonds.

'Nnnnnnngggg.'

Angel slid across the bed after her but for a helpless rubber doll the little Japanese girl seemed remarkably elusive and when the detective tried to undo the buckles on the captive's single sleeve she rolled again.

'Kinky.' Angel exclaimed. 'Will you keep still.'

Kinky gurgled into her gag struggling violently.

'This is ridiculous.' Angel tried to roll the helpless doll over and kneel on her but she was barely bigger than the girl who suddenly seemed surprisingly strong and bucked her off.

There was a crop lying on the bed and, in exasperation, Angel grabbed it and brought it down on Kinky's rubber clad bottom.

'Kinky stop it.'

Even as she said it, Angel felt the familiar thrill of handling the crop; the feel and sound of it striking rubber clad flesh. She couldn't resist as second stroke and then, when Kinky began to still, a third.

The doll now lay still on her belly, her breath roaring loudly through her nostrils but, obviously from the way she was moaning, whatever had agitated her was still happening.

Angel started to undo the single sleeve then fumbled to pull it off and free the girl's hands; Kinky's arms were still linked by cuffs around her upper arms but as soon as her hands were free she tried to reach round in front of her, her fingers pressing themselves in front of her belly.

'Nnnggghhhhh !' Kinky's head turned from side to side in frustration and Angel struggled to release the knot holding her head back.

Finally, the cord came free and Kinky's head shot forwards.

'Mmmmnnnnnnnnnggg !'

Angel set to work on the harness.

'Mmmmmmmmmm ! Nnnnnnnnn !'

Kinky convulsed and Angel rolled her over onto her side. The girl's hands were clawing uselessly at her rubber covered belly, straining against the cuffs holding her upper arms.

'Kinky ! What's wrong ?'

'Nnnnnnggggg !' Kinky sounded almost hysterical.

Angel transferred her efforts to the gag, deflating the bladder and pulling it out through the mouth ring of the doll's rubber hood in a rush of glistening saliva.

'Vibrator...Kinky not take much more...' The girl cried out again.

Angel used the harness to pull the doll back onto her belly and unbuckled the upper arm cuffs.

Kinky's hands flew to her rubber covered sex, fighting to gain access to the slit in the rubber suit that provided access but the heavy leather crotch strap of the harness thwarted her efforts.

'Angel-san, please...' Kinky was breathless, gasping, whimpering. 'Kinky going to...'

Angel struggled with the buckles of the harness and the high posture collar but the leather restraint was new and stiff.

'Noooooo !' Kinky convulsed violently giving voice to a string of Japanese.

Angel watched the girl struggle, suddenly very aware of how handling this helpless rubber doll and witnessing the girl's forced orgasm had stirred her own needs.

Even as she reached out a comforting hand to the squirming rubber covered form, her other hand slid inside her panties and began to play with her own sex.

Finally, Kinky lay still.

'I sorry, Angel-san.' It sounded as if the girl had barely any breath left. 'Kinky bad girl.'

'It's okay, Kinky.' Angel stroked the rubber clad buttocks. 'Angel untie Kinky now.'

But just give me a minute.

'Thank you, Angel-san.' The helpless girl lay still and waited for Angel to free her.

Slap !

'Thank you, Sir.' Angel maintained her posture, keeping her hands and feet on the floor as D'Arcy brought the paddle down on her bare buttocks.

'Two dozen to go.'

'Yes, Sir.'

Angel had been summoned to The Countess' suite the morning following the incident with Kinky in the rubber suit. Her punishment for interfering had been dictated swiftly by the hotel's owner, dressed that morning in a fashionable grey cat-suit that was unzipped to her navel giving a tantalising glimpse of the woman's small neat breasts apparently unconstrained; the tightness of the catsuit suggested that, as well as being braless, the blonde wore no panties either. Her outfit was completed by a pair of very high heeled, very shiny patent leather knee boots which her black-skinned male slave was diligently cleaning for his mistress with his tongue. The slave had been kneeling before her, hands manacled behind his back and, as before hooded, his tongue tracing over the glistening leather through the ring gag sewn into the leather hood. The slave had been chained to a heavy ring set in the floor by a steel cage locked around the base of his cock and his balls.

As before the Countess had been smoking a cigarette in a long sleek holder, absently tapping ash onto her slave's back as he worked.

Slap !

Angel's bottom was once again glowing and hot. She was barely able to sit down after the last spanking she had received from the eccentric English fence and this time he was using a wooden panel.

'Wonderful device, isn't it ?' D'Arcy brought the paddle down again.

'Yes, Sir.' Angel winced.

Slap !

'Bamboo.'

Slap !

'Really, Sir ?!'

Slap !

'Japanese.'

Slap !

'Oh !'

Slap !

'Seventeenth century.'

Slap !

'Ow !'

Slap !

'Belonged to a Shogun.'

Slap !

'One of the Japanese gentlemen gave it to me.'

Slap !

'Really,Sir.' Angel's interest was suddenly piqued but she managed to keep her hands and feet on the floor. Just !

Slap !

'Did they...er...'

Slap !

'...give you anything else, Sir ?'

Slap !

'I'm not sure I should I should really divulge that.'

Slap !

'Probably not, Sir.'

Slap !

'Though you did say we had two dozen more strokes.'

Slap !

'Three dozen, I think.'

Slap !

'Yes, I think you're right, Sir.'

Slap !

'Four dozen, actually.'

Slap !

'Really, Sir ?'

Slap !

'Yes, you've forgotten to thank me for the last dozen strokes.'

Slap !

'Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir ! Four dozen it is.' Angel held back a sigh.

Slap !

'So, you wanted to know more about these Japanese coves...'

Angel opened Capone's personal suite and stepped inside.

Agent Harrison was there again though not in the bedroom this time.

The blonde FBI agent was strapped to a heavy diagonal cross and muzzled with a large half face panel gag.

She was, as before, naked.

Angel looked at her.

'Good to see you again, Ursula.'

The agent opened her eyes and looked at Angel enquiringly over the black leather panel that hid the bottom half of her face. Then she closed them again and looked away.

'Oh, come on Ursula.' Angel pulled her feather duster from the cart and started to dust the surfaces.

When she turned again, the agent's blue eyes were following her.

Angel bent forward to dust the skirting board giving the blonde full view of her buttocks, lacy panties and stocking tops then, when she straightened, she turned to face the helpless woman, finding the woman still watching her closely.

Angel smiled and sauntered across to the agent.

'Got anything to tell me ?'

Agent Harrison's blue eyes regarded her cooly.

'Fair enough.' Angel smiled with her lips only. 'I'll finish my cleaning duties and leave you to your...well, whatever it is you Federal Agents do all day.'

Angel lifted the feather duster and brushed it across the helpless blonde's nipples.

The woman regarded her coldly.

'Always like to do a thorough job.' Angel dusted the top of Agent Harrison's breasts. 'These are nice by the way.'

Harrison continued to look at her.

'Oh, all right. Since you asked me so nicely, I'll take out your gag.' Angel leaned in and reached behind the helpless agent. The blonde was considerably taller than her and was, because of her bondage, hanging a few inches off the floor.

Angel grinned as she nuzzled for a moment between the agents large breasts, lingering longer than was strictly necessary.

'Do you mind ?'

'Sorry.' Angel leant back. 'Couldn't resist it.'

'Please try to.' The blonde looked down at the little Hispanic girl imperiously.

'Really, Ursula ?' Angel tried to look skeptical. 'After that incident on the south side, you're really going to get pissy with me ?'

'You left me tied to the bed in that seedy hotel.'

'You enjoy this sort of stuff !'

'I got fucked by seven punters before someone realised I wasn't a street whore...

'You'd clearly infiltrated the place.'

'The assignment was over.'

Angel grinned and dusted the woman's nipples again.

'I meant what I said.' Angel nodded at the augmented breasts with their enlarge nipples. 'They are very nice.'

'Bureau paid for them.' The agent shook her chest as best she could and the breasts swayed gently... 'Turns out I'm quite good at this role; call it what you like, honey trap, seduction, especially if it's a kinky one. The bureau likes to maximise its assets. Besides, it's my pension plan; if I ever get laid off then I figure it'll be easier to get laid on if you know what I mean by some rich guy...'

'And this ?' Angel stroked a finger over the blonde's neatly shaven sex.

'Capone likes it that way.' The blonde's cheeks coloured. 'If you're insinuating I've had work done down below, you're way out of line. I'm twenty six. I don't need anything tightening up.'

Angel gently pushed her finger inside the blonde's sex and Ursula struggled impotently.

'It is tight. I'm sorry.'

'It's ok.' Ursula shrugged, her cheeks flushing more.

'May I ?' Angel reached out and cupped one of the breasts.

'Be my guest. You've already come in without knocking and it's not as if I can stop you.' The agent looked at Angel shrewdly. 'Though I'm thinking it's not the first time.'

Angel blushed now. 'How d'you know ?'

'The way you touch them...' Agent Harrison smiled genuinely.

Angel grinned back and rubbed the nipple.

'And that cheap scent you wear.'

'Hey.' Angel pinched the nipple of Agent Harrison's right breast. 'It goes with my cover.'

'Whatever you say.' Ursula winced. 'They're still very sensitive you know.'

'Sorry.'

'De nada.' The blonde smiled. 'Anyway, you got any intel ?'

'This room bugged ?'

Ursula made a show of looking round.

'Only by police and Bureau as far as I know.'

'Live feed ?'

Ursula's eyes directed her up to one of the light fittings. 'There's agents from here to Miami jerking off to this little encounter even as we speak.'

'Really ?' Angel winked up at the camera.

'And our last encounter.' The blonde smiled triumphantly.

'So that's how...?'

'Yes, but you really need to change that scent.'

Angel pushed the plug of the gag back into the FBI agent's mouth and left her to await Capone's return. Half the FBI had just enjoyed thirty minutes of live streamed lesbian bondage sex interspersed with an exchange of hot information.

She blew the camera a kiss as she pushed her cart back into the corridor and resumed her maids' duties.

There was clearly a degree of unrest since the 'escape' of the heiress Maisy McDougal but, as usual, nobody paid her any attention and she was able to eavesdrop on the conversations of the local gangsters and those from elsehwere that seemed to be arriving almost hourly for whatever was going down. Ursula, clearly knew as little as she though it was clear the Yakuza had something to do with it. She did get into a Yakuza room but the conversation was, not surprisingly, in Japanese.

She really couldn't ask Kinky...

She was still pondering what to do when Kinky emerged from a room in front of her.

'Kinky !'

'Angel-san.' Kinky bowed. 'Kinky very sorry. Kinky bad girl in front of Angel-san.'

'Kinky, it's okay. It wasn't your fault but you really must stop letting the clients take advantage of you.'

'Kinky learn...'

At that moment the door behind her opened and a male hand tossed a white padded bra to the little Japanese girl.

'Oh !' Kinky's face reddened. 'He very nice man. Teach much Kinky.'

'I bet he did.' Angel rolled her eyes as Kinky removed her top unselfconsciously and slid her bra on. There were fresh bitemarks on her small breasts and bruises around her nipples.

'Did Angel read English translation of Agent One ?' Kinky turned and allowed Angel to help her do up her bra.

'Yes.' Angel obliged, smiling.

'Angel enjoy ?'

'Yes.'

Pretty girls doing bondage. She must share it with her FBI followers.

'Then Kinky want to ask Angel something.' The girl turned.

'Sure.'

'Kinky want go to Manga convention tomorrow; want Angel to come with her.'

'Hey, I don't know.'

Kinky's face fell but she masked her disappointment. 'Please, Angel-san. You been good friend to Kinky. Kinky want to thank Angel-san. Besides, Kinky have costume for Angel.'

'Costume ?'

'Kinky go as Agent One. Angel is apprentice, Su-bi-ko.'

'Agent One's apprentice hardly wears anything.'

'Kinky know !' The pretty Japanese girl's face almost shone with excitement.

Angel could hardly refuse. As far as she could tell, Apprentice and Agent One seemed to end up in bed together at the end of pretty much every episode.

Su-bi's outfit seemed even skimpier in real life than in the comic book Kinky had given her to read and, unlike in the manga version, the laws of physics meant it didn't stay easily in place despite the glue that came with it to stick the little pink triangles of PVC to her nipples; the integral thong was little better and Angel was glad she'd waxed and shaved the day before. If she ended up in bondage like Agent One's apprentice seemed to spend most of her time, there was no way the costume was going to stay on. Kinky's blue PVC dress seemed tighter than the comic and stretched gently over the girl's nipples and tiny breasts; the matching briefs though more substantial than Angel's thong, were tight to the point of displaying the girl's sex whenever the unfeasibly large skirt bounced up; something it did with more or less every step she took in the heeled thigh boots that completed her outfit.

Angel found herself being groped in the subway and pretty regularly throughout the manga convention by pretty much any male old enough to know why Agent One and her apprentice dressed that way. Several had noticed the bruising on her buttocks, clearly visible on either side of the tiny pink thong and a few of the less timid ones had even asked her about it.

She'd left with a dozen phone numbers scrawled on her bare flesh and could have acquired several dozen more if Kinky had not, on a number of occasions been quite forceful in driving their would be admirers away.

Despite the attention or perhaps because of it, they had enjoyed the day, Kinky introducing Angel to the delights of manga and anime and the little Japanese girl now carried a tote bag bearing a picture of Agent One and Apprentice and containing her purchases from the day which apparently included another of the heroines skimpy costumes though, when Angel had asked to see it, Kinky had been rather elusive.

They had just left the subway station and were on the way to Kinky's aunt's house.

'You sure your aunt will be oaky with me coming home with you ?'

'Aunt away.' Kinky giggled and took Angel's arm. 'While cat away, mice are play.'

Angel smiled. 'And what do the mice play at.'

Kinky giggled again. 'Kinky want to show Angel shibari.'

'Shibari ?' Angel tried not to sound too knowing.

'Surely Angel-san know shibari is art of tying up.'

'Oh ? Angel tried to suppress her smile. 'And which of us get s tied up.'

'I Agent One.' Kinky pointed to herself. 'Agent One tie up Apprentice. Kinky hope Angel-san enjoy.'

'I'm willing to give it a try.' Angel turned away to conceal her smirk.

Angel stood naked in the centre of Kinky's Aunt's sitting room trying not to show her excitement as Kinky tightened the loop of white rope around her wrist. The step from barely clad Apprentice to naked had not been a large one.

'Angel san not mind ?' Kinky was still dressed as Agent One.

'Angel-san...I mean...I don't mind.'

'Angel-san, Kinky good friend. The girl pulled Angel's wrist up high behind her back and looped the rope across Angel's left shoulder then brought it under her right arm, across above her breasts and round the other side of her neck before tying it off. She then repeated the process with Angel's left arm. Then she began to weave rope around Angel's chest and upper arms, pinning them to her sides.

'Is Angel-san okay.'

'Angel-san is fine.' Angel looked down at her hugely erect nipples, very aware that she could smell her drooling pussy even if Kinky apparently couldn't. Being tied up often got her into this state, being tied up by a pretty girl with the expectation of being bedded by her after some kinky foreplay was pushing all her buttons at once; having Kinky lift her breasts in the process of binding them and then tie cords around her swollen nipples was enough to make a grown woman fall to her knees and offer her tongue as a willing gift to the pretty girl, even if Angel did normally prefer the dominant role.

Kinky tied ropes around Angel's waist next, frustratingly leaving them hanging as she told Angel to kneel down and began to bind her thighs, knees and ankles into a frog tie.

'This called ''hair hitch'.' Kinky told her and she pulled Apprentice's twin bunches into a knot with more of the white cord. 'I tie the ends to Angel's toes.'

The girl reached down and tied one side then the other to Angel's big toes.

Angel squirmed.

'Angel-san ticklish ?' Kinky giggled.

'Very.'

'Kinky promise not to tickle Angel-san too much.'

'Hey.' Angel squirmed as Kinky deliberately stroked her nail over her bare feet.

The detective was completely helpless now, kneeling, arms folded up behind her and tied to her body making them completely useless and her legs folded under her body, thighs tied to her ankles, the ropes tight against her skin, flesh indented, the knots clearly visible but, to Angels practiced eyes, very far away from her fingers, toes and teeth.

Angel wriggled gently testing her bonds.

It was a while since she'd been tied up, properly tied up that is, by and expert.

'How d'you learn to do this ?' Angel pulled at her bonds demonstrating her helplessness.

'Auntie teach me.'

'I thought you're auntie used it to punish you.'

'Yes, that how Kinky learn.' The oriental smiled. 'Kinky tied up very much. Kinky remember. Kinky also read Agent One and study how Apprentice tied up... Now kinky tie crotch-rope.'

The girl bent down and began to knot the ropes that hung from Angel's waist.

'Kinky find crotch rope very stimulating. Kinky very bad girl. Get lot of pleasure from it like when Kinky strapped tight in rubber like bondage doll.'

'Really ?'

'Auntie beat Kinky much for having bondage orgasms.'

'Perhaps if you're auntie didn't tie you up it wouldn't be a problem.'

'Kinky leaned in and whispered. 'I think Auntie want Kinky to have orgasms. She want Kinky to be horny all time like American girl.'

'When Auntie really cross with Kinky she tie her so no crotch rope and no hope of sexy fun. Kinky become very...frustrated.'

'Oh ?' Angel was struggling to maintain any sense of control over her body which seemed to be bent on partying even before the crotch rope was tightened and from the way Kinky was knotting the rope, it was going to be a pretty stimulating experience.

Finally, Kinky slid the knotted rope between Angel's lower lips.

'Oh !' Kinky gave a shocked gasp. 'Angel-san very wet !'

Angel looked at the beautiful oriental girl and made her play, leaning forward to kiss her but Kinky was quicker.

'No !' The girl leant back. 'Bad Angel-san. Taking advantage of Kinky.'

'Hey, wait a minute.' Angel struggled. 'Who's taking advantage of whom here ?'

Kinky grinned.

'No sex 'til Angel helpless.' She teased.

'We're going to have sex ?'

'Kinky fed up with waiting for Angel-san to ask her. Kinky tried getting herself into bondage, taking her top off, dressing sexy for Angel-san, get her drunked and still Angel-san not want to be in bed with her.

'But I thought...' Angel struggled to understand what she was being told and as Kinky pulled the knotted crotchrope through her legs and tightened it, the detective's thoughts became even more erratic.

'Kinky want to experience all America not just men.' Kinky stood, her PVC clad sex was very close to Angel's face. 'Now, Angel must lie down and lie still ! If she make herself cum before Kinky ready, Kinky punish her.' Kinky wagged her finger. 'Severely punish. Angel understand ?'

Angel nodded as she looked up, shocked.

Kinky gently lowered her to the floor leaving her lying one her belly and breasts the she turned and disappeared from view through the door into the hallway and Angel tried to lie still though the crotch rope and the loops around her nipples made that remarkably difficult. As she waited, Angel consoled herself with the occasional wriggle, rubbing her mons and nipples on the polished wooden floor.

Suddenly, Kinky reappeared.

'Fuck !' Angel's cry was one of utter delight.

The pretty Japanese girl was dressed in a harness a little like the one Angel had found her strapped into in D'Arcy's room. However, this one was blue like Agent One's costume and there was no rubber under it this time and no suggestion of submission in the way the girl stood; the multibladed whip confirmed her dominance.

'What Slave say ?' Kinky raised the whip.

'I...' Angel stammered.

'Come here Angel-Slave.' Kinky gestured with the whip. 'You obey Kinky Mistress now.'

Angel lay on her belly with her jaw hanging open.

'Now, Slave.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Angel began to crawl forwards on her belly. With her hands bound high behind her back and her legs in the frog tie it was hard work on the polished wooden floor and the knotted crotch rope teased her mercilessly.

Kinky stood waiting with growing impatience.

Finally, Angel lay at the girl's feet, panting with exertion, her skin shining with arousal.

'Now Angel-Slave worship Kinky Mistress.'

'You said it darling.'

Smack.

The whip fell across Angel's buttocks and the soles of her feet.

'You address Kinky Mistress properly.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Angel looked at Kinky's feet. The girl wore a pair of blue sandals with stack heels. Her toes were visible, the nails painted a metallic turquoise; they were, Angel thought, the prettiest feet she had ever seen.

How could she resist ?

Angel squirmed forward another few inches and bent to kiss Kinky's toes.

'Good Slave.'

Angel was lost in a world of subspace. She had kissed and licked a variety of shiny boots and run her tongue up a number of sheer heels but lying bound hand and foot and diligently kissing Kinky's beautiful toes with their shiny polished nails was an act of utter devotion. She was aware of her arousal and conscious of the need to control it but as she kissed, licked and sucked each toe in turn she knew she wanted nothing more than to please this gorgeous mistress over whom she had lusted for almost a week.

Kinky seemed to stand motionless as Angel worked and, occasionally Angel rolled slightly on her side to look up the slim legs to the pert body exquisitely packaged in its tight harness.

'Do not slack, Angel-Slave.' Kinky's face showed a stern expression but the pleasure in her beautiful almond shaped eyes was unmistakeable.

'No, Mistress.' Angel resumed her devotion.

Finally, Angel risked another look, noting the way the girl was starting to move her legs, her thighs pressing together. Her expression had become dreamy, eyes unfocussed.

Angel lifted her head a little further and crawled forward, kissing the leather band of Kinky's sandal and then the top of her foot.

'What Angel-Slave do ?' The whip fell again.

'Angel-Slave want to pleasure Kinky-Mistress.' Angel smiled as she imitated the girl's speech pattern.

Thwack !

The whip fell across her feet and Angel jerked in her bonds, finding herself on the verge of orgasm.

'Please, Mistress.'

Kinky turned. 'Angel-Slave follow Kinky.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Angel wriggled forward as fast as she could, trying to follow the slender legs and toned bottom that preceded her but she was far too slow.

Kinky looked back with a stern expression.

'Slave too slow !' Kinky turned back. 'Kinky give some encouragement.' She brought the whip down again.

Angel thought she might die of pleasure.

With Kinky's encouragement, Angel finally reached the girl's bedroom, a single bed, a wardrobe. There were rings on the bedposts clearly designed for tying the occupant to and Angel noticed a bamboo cane resting in one corner.

Kinky sat on the bed.

'Come, Slave. More worship Kinky Mistress' foot.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Angel squirmed forward as the girl reached over and picked up the cane.

Once again she kissed the girl's right big toe then, lifting it with her tongue began to suck on it.

'Good Slave.' Kinky stroked the cane over Angel's feet. 'Kinky not beat Slave if she this good with Mistress' pussy.'

Angel's surprise at the girl's comment made her lose her grip on the toe and Kinky brought the cane down on the slave's feet.

'Bad Slave !'

'Sorry, Mistress.' Angel continued her devotions.

'Enough.'

Angel had, sucked each of Kinky's toes in turn.

'Now Slave please Kinky properly.'

'I thought you'd never ask. Mistress.'

Kinky brought the cane down on Angel's right buttock.

'Slave be silent.' Kinky admonished. 'Slave's tongue for pleasure of Kinky Mistress.'

'Yes, Mistress.'

Kinky struck her again.

'Silence.'

Angel lay as quietly as she could. Her body was almost trembling with expectation and pleasure.

Kinky unbuckled the crotch strap of her harness and slipped down the side of the bed, spreading her legs around her devoted slave, presenting her pussy to the slave's tongue. With one hand she parted the folds of her sex exposing the neat pink petals and the little button above.

As the girl's scent washed over her, Angel pushed out her tongue and ran it up the pink folds offered to her.

The girl gave a shudder of pleasure and Angel licked her again.

The taste was exquisite, salty and somehow exotic. She had tasted a variety of pussies in her time, many the same but this one was different, as was its owner.

Angel brought to bear all her considerable skill, teasing the dew covered flower before pushing her tongue gently inside to drink its nectar.

It wasn't long before Kinky started to squirm and Angel recalled the girl's movements and cries when she was confined in the rubber suit in D'Arcy's room.

Angel smiled and pushed her tongue deeper inside making the girl cry out again.

'Good slave.' Kinky's voice was breathy as she stroked Angel's hair.

'Thank you, Mistress.' Angel smiled and resumed her devotions.

It took another fifteen minutes until Kinky climaxed and when she did so, she thrashed her head from side to side, her body bucking in a similar way to the orgasm Angel had witnessed before.

'Good girl...good Angel-san...good slave...'

Then she sat back gasping and stroking Angel's hair.

Angel lay quietly as her mistress recovered, her body suffused with pleasure.

'Mistress ?'

'Yes, Angel-Slave ?' Kinky's voice was unsteady.

'May Slave cum too ?'

'Soon.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Angel rested her head on Kinky's thigh and waited for permission to cum.

'You not maid.'

Angel turned to look at Kinky. They lay beside each other in Kinky's single bed, both naked and Angel no longer bound.

'What do you mean, Mistress ?' Angel rolled onto her side trying to distract the girl by playing with her nipples.

'You not need to call Kinky Mistress now.' Kinky's voice was stern but she didn't push Angel's hand away.

'I like to.' Angel kissed the girl's right nipple.

'Angel not maid in hotel.' Kinky rolled on her side to look at the detective.

'Why do I wear a maid uniform and clean toilets then ?'

'You undercover policewoman.' Kinky looked at her intently.

'What if I am ?'

Kinky reached down and lifted Angel's chin then kissed her full on the lips.

'Is that the way you show respect to policemen in Japan ?' Angel felt suddenly tense.

'Only pretty ones.' Kinky grinned. And mostly girl ones.'

'How did you know ?'

'Kinky work for Japanese secret service. Trailing Yakuza to Chicago.' Kinky shrugged. 'Perhaps we help each other out ?'

Angel watched D'Arcy knock on the door to the eleventh floor suite and then stand patiently waiting for the answer.

As the door opened he bowed.

The Japanese man peering out studied him for a moment then turned his attention to Angel and Kinki-ko, his eyes widening as he took in their situation.

Kinky was wearing her harness and, aside from her stack heeled sandals, nothing else. Angel had spent the night before repainting the girl's toenails using a brush held in her teeth. She not been terribly adept and had earned a good deal of punishment. Kinky's wrists were strapped behind her back with blue leather straps that matched her harness and her ankles cuffed, linked by a short chain. There was a blue bit gag in her mouth and her nipples were decorated with steel clamps.

Angel stood beside her, she'd shed her maid's dress but still wore the sleazy underwear: the black lacy bra and panties, the garter belt and stockings; she'd squeezed her feet into a pair of toeboots. Like Kinky, she was restrained and gagged, arms behind her back, sheathed in a tight single sleeve and mouth stuffed with a large white rubber ball held in place by a lattice of straps that made her drool onto her breasts. She too was leashed, a collar strapped round her neck.

'Gift from the management.' D'Arcy told the surprised looking Japanese holding the girl's leashes out towards him and, when the man appeared not to understand repeated the comment in Japanese.

The man took the leashs, bowed slightly and lead the helpless girls inside the room closing the door behind him.

The scene within was little different to that which Angel had seen in the room where the North Side gang were holed up. Three gangsters in suits with bulges under the arm sitting round a table only this group were playing Mahjong and drinking saki and talking in Japanese.

The men looked up with as much surprise as their colleague had shown at the door and, when they took in what he presented them with, as much delight. They stood almost as one and crowded round the helpless girls, inspecting them closely. That they preferred Kinky was obvious but two of them were clearly curious about Angel and, as she stood restrained and gagged in her lingerie thrusting her chest out, she felt a strong hand squeeze her bottom and then deliver a sharp slap.

Angel gave a little cry around her gag of the sort she knew men found appealing and, at the same time drooled onto her breasts. This produced an approving response and a brief exchange between her two admirers; she endured another playful slap and stuck her bottom out, lifting her hands to encourage more while ensuring she drooled continuously onto her breasts for the man in front.

The other two gangsters continued to show interest in Kinky, the one who had answered the door still holding her leash while another, the oldest one, played with the chain between her nipple clamps regarding her suspiciously and, after a few moments said something to the one who held the leash.

Angel watched as Kinky's gag was removed. The other gangster then held her firmly while his fellow pulled on her nipple clamps stretching her little breasts. The suspicious one started to ask her questions. Though she couldn't understand, Angel knew Kinky's answers contained their cover story that they were both employees of the hotel and both had displeased the Countess, they were thus presented to her honoured Yakuza guests as gifts, a sign of respect, sexual playthings to be enjoyed for the rest of the day; pleasure for the esteemed guests and chastisement for the worthless whores who had displeased their mistress.

Despite her bondage, Kinky made several attempts to bow and show her obedience.

Eventually the suspicious one who was clearly their leader, presumably the gang leader's lieutenant, seemed satisfied and, much to the pleasure of his men, turned the two girls over to them.

It wasn't long before Angel found herself kneeling bent over the sofa with her panties down being taken repeatedly from behind as strong hands played with her breasts. The size of her breasts certainly seemed to appeal to the men and they squeezed and kneaded them repeatedly as they fucked her.

In all, it wasn't as unpleasant as she might have imagined.

Looking over her shoulder at one stage she saw Kinky down on all fours, the leader of the gangsters taking her from behind as she sucked the other one off.

Despite Angel's anxieties around the memory of Maisy's fate it didn't seem too bad and all seemed to be over in about half an hour. The two girls were left on the rug facing each other, Angel's panties still around her knees and her breasts left free of her bra; her arms still sheathed and one of the men's belts strapped around her ankles to keep her from rising; Kinky was left with the crotch strap of her harness still open but once again gagged while the men returned to their Mahjong. Angel looked at Kinky in surprise trying to ask by her expressions if this was normal for a Japanese gang bang.

Kinky shook her head.

Their reprieve lasted less than an hour, a few hands of Mahjong during which, in addition to the clicking of the tiles, Angel could hear the men talking and wondered if they were saying anything of importance. It frustrated her to know that she would have to wait some time to find out what, if anything, Kinky had heard and if their plan had been successful.

Assuming D'Arcy came back for them.

It seemed so unfair the international criminal gang had so much counter-surveillance technology.

Suddenly, the men stood again, crowding around the helpless girls.

There was an exchange in Japanese and then one of the men bent down.

'Akira-sama say it time for some real fun.' The man's accent was so strong that Angel barely understood his words; however, the lecherous grin on his face told her what she needed to know.

Angel was lifted to her knees by strong hands, watching over the straps of her harness gag as Kinky too was hauled up to kneel beside her.

There was a brief exchange of Japanese and one of the men at the table tossed him a packet of snacks which her opened.

'You know rice cracker ?' He held one up for Angel to inspect then said something in Japanese.

The youngest of the men removed Kinky's gag.

Suddenly the English speaker flicked a cracker across the room and barked a command in Japanese.

Kinky sprang forward, crawling in the direction of the cracker, with her ankles cuffed and her hands bound she was forced to swing her body and the steel clamps on her nipples jumped wildly.

The men laughed and cheered.

When she reached the cracker Kinky bent over it, picking it up in her teeth and turning her head to show the men with a look of triumph.

Angel couldn't believe Kinky might actually be enjoying this.

The men applauded then one of them said something.

Angel hadn't thought it was possible to eat snacks in a sexy way, but Kinky managed it, biting the cracker in a surprisingly lascivious manner before chewing and swallowing. The little oriental girl was breathing hard even though she had not moved far.

'Your turn.' The one who appeared to speak English turned to Angel.

The younger man now removed Angel's gag and, as the translater tossed another cracker gave her a sharp slap on the bottom.

Angel started forward but her ankles were strapped together and the single sleeve limited her movements further; her progress was thus much slower than Kinky's had been.

She suddenly found herself subject to a torrent of catcalls and boos.

Another sharp slap on her bottom made her look up and then increase her efforts.

By the time she reached the cracker she was panting.

Awkwardly she bent forward trying not to overbalance and to pick the cracker up with her teeth in a way that might look half as sexy as the way Kinky had done it.

Despite her efforts she dropped it once earning herself what she guessed was a torrent of Japanese abuse.

'American girls very clumsy.' The English speaker grabbed her hair. 'Akira-sama say need punished.'

There was another comment and the young Yakuza was suddenly standing beside her.

Under the direction of Akira he slipped his hands into her bra and eased her breasts out. One of his companions was holding a short bamboo cane which he brought down hard on Angels breasts.

Whack !

Angel suppressed a cry and a second stroke followed then a third.

Fortunately for Angel it went no further. It was certainly no worse than D'Arcy had done to her.

'Now, we race.'

Another cracker was tossed.

Kinky moved quickly.

Bitch ! Angel almost said it.

She crawled forward, still handicapped by the belt around her ankles. The cracker was closer to her but Kinky was moving quickly.

Angel was still a couple of yards away when Kinky bent and picked up the cracker.

Angel took three more strokes to her bare breasts, the last landing sharply on her right nipple.

'Fuck !'

That earned her three more.

'Race again.'

Another cracker and another victory for Kinky.

Angel was sure the little Japanese girl was enjoying herself.

The fourth and fifth races ended similarly and Angel's breasts were soon throbbing.

Money was changing hands and, in the next round one of the men encouraged Angel by using the cane on her bottom but Kinky won again.

On the seventh race Angel saw Kinky start forward but one of the men grabbed her ponytail and held her back giving Angel a head start. The detective got there first but as she bent over Kinky slammed into her and the two fell sprawling. Angel struggled to rise but, bound so tightly, Kinky had the advantage and got to her knees more quickly.

You're enjoying this way to much you kinky slut !

Angel struggled forward but Kinky was much less securely restrained and easily avoided her then, rolling, knocked her over and squirmed towards the cracker on her belly despite the clamps on her nipples.

'Bitch.'

Kinky looked back and winked then picked up the cracker in her teeth, rolling onto her back to show the men her victory and quite a lot more besides.

Angel was lifted to her knees for another breast caning.

The races were interrupted by a knock on the door; something that produced a very sudden change in character of the room, a rising of tension; all four men were suddenly alert, drawing weapons and immediately forgetting about their two kinky toys.

Angel took the opportunity to look down at her aching breasts then glared at Kinky.

'You could have let me win one.' She hissed.

'And miss out on seeing caning of Angel's lovely breasts.' Kinky showed a wide eyed innocence that Angel was beginning to realise was probably an act as she struggled to her knees.

There was a sharp rebuke in Japanese and both girls fell silent, kneeling bound, watching as an older man entered the room.

There was a considerable amount of bowing and deference and Angel watched, again unsure what was taking place but surmising that the new arrival was some sort of gang chief. There was then a terse exchange and then the chief was accompanied over to inspect the two girls who were kneeling side by side.

Kinky bowed and Angel did the same.

The chief looked at Angel then asked a question and Akira replied shaking his head. He then directed his attention to Kinky. One of the men grabbed the kneeling girl, holding her harness and pulling her head back.

The chief spoke to her aggressively and rapidly in Japanese.

Kinky shook her head and replied bowing as best she could.

At the chief's direction one of the men produced a lighter and held it in front of Kinky's face; a flame sprang to life.

Angel felt fear flare inside her, sweat pricking at her skin and her mouth going suddenly dry as watched as the flame being lowered and held to the chain between the helpless Japanese girl's nipple clamps. She could imagine the heat spreading along the chain and in a few moments, Kinky began to squirm.

The chief asked her another question and, again, Kinky replied, shaking her head. The stress in the girl's voice was obvious but Angel could only watch as the torture continued, Kinky's face becoming increasingly pale until finally the girl screamed, struggling violently and then began to plead in Japanese.

Angel suddenly found herself struggling too, fearing Kinky might be giving them away a firm hand grabbed her by the hair and in a moment the chief suddenly turned away. At his orders, the two girls were carried into one of the suite's two bedrooms where they were dumped, still blound on the large double bed. The young hood replaced their gags and then left them, closing the door behind them.

There were tears in Kinky's eyes but even as Angel watched the girl blinked them back, a mask of control sliding over her face. Gagged with the huge rubber ball, there was nothing Angel could do to comfort the girl save to wriggle towards her but Kinky immediately squirmed away and shook her head.

Angel lay on her side watching her companion, staring at the beauty of girl's angular face, her, deep brown eyes and full lips parted around the bit gag. However, Kinky ignored her and then, after what seemed like an age, the girl rolled over and on to her feet then shuffled towards the bedroom door, leaning close to it to listen.

With her ankles still strapped together, there was nothing Angel could do but watch, trying not to enjoy the Japanese's pert little body in its harness, bent slightly forward, showing off the gentle curve of her bottom and swell of her tiny breasts.

Kinky stayed there for some time, unmoving as she listened intently and then abruptly scuttled back to the bed, throwing herself down beside Angel.

A moment or two later, the door opened.

'Time for a little more fun...' The English speaking gangster lifted Kinky over his shoulder and carried her out of the room leaving Angel alone but only briefly.

A few minutes later, the youngest of the hoods came in.

He looked at her for a moment then bent over her and squeezed her aching breasts which still hung free of her bra. Angel saw him smile. He was quite handsome with exotic dark eyes and a triangular jaw; she saw him smile briefly as he noticed her looking at him, then a look of what could have been embarrassment crossed his face. He let go of her breasts and sat on the bed beside her then bent to remove his shoes before undoing his shirt. Angel lay watching as he stood, pulling off his shirt to reveal a lean, well muscled body.

If she'd been in to the whole heterosexual thing and not in the process of being used as a mob sex toy, Angel would probably have enjoyed the show.

He slid off his pants to reveal a stiff but rather small cock and then lay on the bed beside her, his hands once again returning to her helpless body and, inevitably, her breasts, his fingers lingering on her nipples, teasing them with surprising gentleness. Then, finally, he pulled her towards him and kissed her gently around the gag.

Angel snuggled against him playing the sex toy he clearly wanted.

There was no sense in making things difficult for herself and, small or not, she was clearly going to get some cock.

Might as well enjoy it !

His mouth moved down to her chin and then across her collar to her chest before she felt his lips on her breasts; then his tongue raked across her nipples.

In any circumstances, he could be considered quite a gentle and caring lover.

'Aggghhh !' Angel jumped as he bit her tight nipple.

She saw him smile.

What was it with men and nipples !

He reached round and undid her bra then continued to kiss her belly, his tongue probing her belly button and making her squirm. Then he removed her garter belt, unclipping it from her stockings before moving further down her body.

Despite her predicament, and probably because of too, Angel found herself becoming aroused so that by the time he kissed her shaved sex, she was pleasantly wet.

Who'd have thought it, a new man !

He parted her knees and his tongue flicked across her sex; she couldn't help giving a small cry of pleasure through her gag while at the same time telling herself she was a wanton slut.

He freed her ankles and removed her boots, gently massaging and kissing her stockinged feet before pulling off her panties and spreading her legs wider.

Again his tongue ran over her sex and Angel arched up to offer him her body.

There were some perks to this job.

He licked her again and she moaned softly. It wasn't biting the pillow stuff but, she wished all her lovers were this considerate.

She closed her eyes and lay there trying not to think of Kinki-ko.

Suddenly he knelt up and Angel couldn't stop herself moaning with disappointment.

He climbed over her and pushed himself easily inside.

Oh, good boy !

Angel arched her back to meet him.

He thrust again...

Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door.

The gangster paused mid thrust, turned and shouted something.

Angel hoped he would take his time.

He did and she tried very hard to be a good little sex toy and wait for him to cum first.

She almost succeeded and enjoyed his smile as he saw and felt her orgasm.

Then he came inside her and she climaxed again.

Her second visitor wasn't nearly so gentle and, Angel thought, would probably have preferred to be with Kinky.

Fucking racist !

However, Angel had to admit, she'd have preferred to be with Kinky too.

It was the one who'd held the lighter to Kinky's nipples.

Fucking sadist too !

He slapped her and pinched her nipples roughly before removing her gag and shoving his cock in her mouth and ramming it down her throat. However, it was over quickly and, with the taste of his cum still on her tongue she found herself thrown over his shoulder and carried back into the suite's main room.

The others were already there, Akira and the one who spoke English and the young one who she'd rather enjoyed. They sat, eating, round the low table on which they'd been playing mahjong. There was no sign of the older man.

Kinky was there too, kneeling, still in her harness, her wrists were still strapped behind her back, there was another belt too, tight around her elbows. The clamps had been removed but her nipples were clearly swollen and darkened with bruises; Angel could imagine them throbbing like her own breasts. The girl's black hair hung in disarray, matted and tangled in places with dried cum; there was cum plastered across her face too.

The girl had her head bowed; she was no longer gagged though the bit gag hung around her neck apparently ready for use.

As Angel was dumped on her knees by the man who'd just deep-throated her, their leader, Akira, held a morsel of food out for Kinky using his chopsticks and the girl lifted her head to take it, smiling at him. Angel was shocked to feel a pang of jealousy.

A moment later the young one turned and offered Angel a small piece of meat on his chopsticks. She took it between her teeth, enjoying the sweetness that carried away the taste of the other man's cock and the cum in her mouth. As she chewed there was a brief exchange in Japanese and then what appeared to be some banter directed towards the younger one; Angel wondered if it concerned the length of time he had spent with her.

A few minutes later he fed her again with what she could only describe as a shy smile.

She watched Kinky being fed again too, giving every sign that she was enjoying the attention, reaching up to take the small piece of vegetable like a baby bird.

The men laughed.

Suddenly Angel found more food offered to her, this time by deep-throater. She was surprised but, picking up on Kinky's response reached up for it enthusiastically. She noticed Kinky's warning glance a fraction too late.

Fire exploded in Angel's mouth and the men laughed.

The English-speaker held up a small bowl. 'Wa-sa-bi !' He enunciated as Angel panted, trying to cool her burning tongue as her eyes and nose streamed.

Deep-throat offered her another mouthful, a piece of meat coated in the pungent sauce; Angel leaned her head back.

There was more banter and the man rubbed the sauce on one of her nipples. It tingled a little but was not as uncomfortable as she had feared. Angel watched as he picked up more wasabi on his finger fearing her would force more into her mouth.

What he did was far worse.

Holding her hair, to stop her backing away he rubbed his finger between her legs.

She felt nothing for a moment then her sex began to tingle...then throb...burn...

Angel's eyes started to water again and the heat seemed to return to her mouth; she was dimly aware of the amusement around her.

The man grabbed her again and, this time forced his finger into her bottom.

Angel's cry of surprise only encouraged the men further and, with her anal ring starting to burn as much as her pussy she felt herself lifted up and laid over the table on her back, her legs pulled underneath and tied to the table legs and the tip of her single sleeve tied in place too.

One of the men placed a dish on her belly and then another.

'Don't spill...' She was told and they began to eat off her.

Angel tried to lie still, all three of her orifices burning.

The men began to laugh and joke and then one of them dripped sauce on her breasts.

The young hood was encourage to lick it off and one of them grabbed a nipple with his chopsticks, lifting it up to offer it like a piece of food.

Sauce was poured into her belly button and food dipped into it and then something else dripped onto her burning pussy.

Angel gasped and the men laughed.

She was given more spicy food into her burning mouth which she was forced to swallow and then a cup held to her lips and hot sake poured in.

Angel gagged, her eyes streaming as the heat spread down to her belly and then beyond.

The men laughed and more was poured in.

Angel struggled and felt one of the bowls spill onto her belly.

She heard an angry shout and felt a slap across the face.

Then, suddenly there was silence as Kinky spoke.

Another exchange followed and Angel watched Kinky crawl to kneel between her legs. A moment later she felt the girl's tongue on her still tingling pussy.

Oh, you're good !

Kinky teased her labia, the heightened sensations from the sauce causing all sorts of ripples in her belly and combining with the heat in her sex.

The pain in her mouth faded and she closed her eyes, enjoying the other girl's touch as the burning in her bottom began to feel quite pleasant and the sake made its way to her brain. She became aware that the men were teasing her nipples using their chopsticks and one, probably, she guessed, the young one licked them.

Heat spread through her body, suffusing her with a pleasure that transported her out of her current situation. She had always enjoyed being tied or tying her partner for sex and now this, combined with Kinky's ministrations began to stoke the fires within her to a level where she began to moan with lust. Her climax took some time to come and was intense; when she opened her eyes she realised the men were cheering and clapping.

She lifted her head to see a smile of triumph on Kinky's lips.

Angel lay on the table for some time, her chest heaving and the men sat around drinking sake and talking, their conversation becoming louder and more animated as the afternoon passed.

Kinky knelt demurely where she had been left, apparently forgotten.

One by one, the men began to fall asleep until just the handsome young Japanese was left awake. Angel saw him look down at her; his mind was clearly clouded with drink and, as she watched he leaned forward awkwardly and wiped some sauce off her breast, then lifted his finger to her mouth; she smiled and licked it clean.

He spoke to her and, not for the first time, Angel wished she understood something of what he said.

Fortunately, Kinky came to her rescue.

They spoke briefly and then the man stood, swaying slightly and lifted Kinky into his arms. As he turned towards the bedroom the words that formed in Angel's mind were 'Fucking Bitch !'

Fortunately, she managed to hold her tongue.

The couple disappeared.

'Fucking great.' Angel looked at the smears and stains over her body and the the bruises on her breasts then lay back, her head dangling over the edge of the table.

Her neck ached.

Suddenly she felt hands on her body.

The young Japanese man was there, untying her ankles and then releasing the tip of the sleeve from where it was tied to the leg of the table. He stood and lifted her then carried her into the bedroom.

Kinky lay on the bed, still harnessed and bound and the young man placed Angel beside her before standing and removing his shirt; his pants followed and then he slid between them.

Kinky spoke to him, pressing her naked body against his and then whimpering slightly as his hands went almost immediately to her sore nipples.

'Hey !' Angel pushed against his back, rubbing her nipples across his body. 'I have needs too !'

He might not have understood the words, but he clearly knew exactly what she meant. He rolled over and began to toy with her breasts.

'Oh, good boy.' Angel smiled then frowned as she saw Kinky begin to kiss his neck, murmuring to him and rubbing her thigh against his.

The man turned back towards Kinky but then stopped lying on his back and slipped his hands beneath both girls' necks. He pulled them both in, cuddling them for a moment then lifted his arms and drew them together.

When he spoke, Kinky translated. 'He wants Kinky and Angel make kiss together.'

Angel smiled. 'Well, if we must.'

She pressed her lips against Kinky's and felt the pretty oriental respond. In a few moments they were sharing tongues and then squirming, both, Angel hoped, enjoying the sensation and putting on a show for the young Yakuza. Still kissing, they squirmed closer together and eventually the man pulled Kinky over his body to lie on top of Angel as he held them both.

They rubbed their bodies together, kissing and squirming, rubbing thighs, legs and feet entwining, then licking breasts and biting nipples, Kinky squealing with a mix of pleasure and pain as Angel teased her tortured buds.

As they played the man ran his hands over Kinky's body, his fingers entwining in her harness and then stroking her bottom.

'Hey.' Angel gasped in brief respite when Kinky's mouth left hers and her tongue raked across a nipple. 'How come you get all the attention ?'

Kinky translated and the man laughed, spanking her. Kinky shrieked again and admonished him.

'Surely you didn't tell him to stop.'

'Of course not.' Kinky grinned. 'Kinky him to spank her harder.'

The man did.

'Hey, me too !.' Angel rolled an presented her buttocks to the young man, enjoying the firm slap of his hand on her bottom.

They lay side by side for a few minutes while he spanked them alternately, both girls giggling insanely until he spoke again.

'He asking which if us want be fucked.'

'Me !' Before she could stop herself, Angel had rolled over and thrust her bare breasts in the mans face.

'American Bitch !' Kinky exclaimed.

'Faint heart...' Angel chided as she wriggled down and pressed her lips against the Yakuza's.

'Kinky thought you gay !'

'Bi, actually.' Angel felt the man's cock slide inside her. 'Oh ! Though I do prefer girls.'

The man thrust.

'Mostly.' She gasped. 'Take me big boy.'

'Kinky thought he quite small.' The girl giggled then pressed herself against Angel's back as detective Gardina was fucked to orgasm by a man for the second time that day.

As she lay in bondage in the bliss of post-coital satisfaction, Kinky on one side of her and the young Yakuza on the other, Angel suddenly heard the door of the bedroom burst open and the sound of a voice raised in anger.

She looked up to see Deep-Throat as the young man beside her leapt up struggling to dress hurriedly, clearly muttering apologies then, still half dressed fled from the room. Deep-Throat looked down at the two girls and let forth a torrent of Japanese then rolled them over to check their bonds; finding them still secure he strapped belts around their ankles and replaced their gags; then, briefly, he left them alone.

It was clear the men were preparing to leave and Angel looked questioningly at Kinky over the straps of her head harness.

Kinky shook her head.

The door opened again and Deep-Throat came back in carrying Kinky's nipple clamps and a pair of chopsticks. He smiled cruelly and, rolling Kinky on to her back reapplied the clamps to her tortured nipples making her whimper through her gag, a sound which turned into a muffled scream when he jerked them roughly. Then he turned his attention to Angel, grinning at her as he looped an elastic band around one end of the sticks and then used them to trap her nipples before securing the other end in a similar manner.

Then, he picked Kinky up, tossed her over his shoulder and strode from the room turning out the light and shutting the door, leaving Angel alone in the darkness.

D'Arcy came to release Angel some hours later by which time her nipples were throbbing and she had lost all feeling in her arms. She emerged, arms still sheathed to find Angel sitting on the sofa in the suite's sitting room holding ice cubes against her swollen nipples.

'We should go.' Angel said anxiously looking around.

'First thing's first.' D'Arcy flashed her a smile beneath his handlebar moustache and held up the toe boots.

'Do I have to ?' Angel rolled her eyes. 'We are in a hurry.'

'Wouldn't be proper to take a lady outside barefoot.' D'Arcy grinned.

'I'm naked !'

'And restrained.' D'Arcy's smile broadened, his eyebrow lifting and his monocle falling away.

Angel sighed and sat down to allow the Englishman to buckle on the boots.

'Much better.' D'Arcy clapped his hands as he stood. 'Don't forget that spanking you owe me.'

Kinky raised her eyes. 'You're going to spank him.'

'Sadly, no.'

'Oh !.' Kinky smirked and stood. 'Angel much submissive just like apprentice.' She was still wearing the harness but otherwise naked though she had recovered her sandals.

'I promised him I'd let him do it for getting us in here.'

'Oh ?!' Kinky laughed. 'Why Angel not just ask him ?'

Angel looked at her in surprise.

'You not know ?' Kinky laughed and exchanged glances with D'Arcy.

'British Intelligence, Madam.' D'Arcy bowed. 'Now, come along ladies.' The little Englishman strode towards the door.

'Would you mind ?' Angel hurried after him turning her back in the hope he would release her arms. 'All in good time my dear.' D'Arcy bent to pick Angel's discarded underwear. 'It'll be another dozen for retrieving your property.'

'You're not gonna make me...?'

'A bargain is a bargain, my dear.' D'Arcy stuffed Angel's panties in his pocket. 'Now, come along. Your young colleague has to vital information we need to share with your superiors.'

Angel rolled her eyes and followed him out of the door teetering on the boots.

'Well ?' Captain Willie's gaze seemed fixed to Angel's nipples which, after their mistreatment had remained rigidly and unashamedly erect. She was too sore to tolerate a bra and her breasts thus swung free beneath the loose cotton dress she had donned.

In her haste, she'd left the toe-boots on her feet.

Willie clearly appreciated this too.

Beside her, Kinky, now dressed in a rather brief blue silk minidress that was only more respectable than Agent One's in that it was not made of PVC sat with her bare legs crossed showing rather more thigh than would be appropriate for a nice Japanese girl.

'Lotus Company grain warehouse. Dock seven.' Kinky told him.

Willie's eyes swung to Kinky's thighs.

'Kinkiko Suzuki, Japanese Intelligence.' Angel informed him. 'Fourteen million in heroin, arrived yesterday and being shipped in the morning. Going out through Canada on a Russian ship.'

'I'll let narcotics know.' Willie seemed slightly disappointed.

'Guns too.' Kinky told him.

'Coming in through Canada...' Angel added.

'Automatic rifles, grenades....' Kinky suddenly became quite agitated. 'Yakuza plan return city to days of gangster...plan Valentine's Massacre Day.'

'Oh.' Willie picked up the phone and called the SWAT team.

'Earl Grey.' D'Arcy lifted the little china cup to his lips and took a sip of tea.

The Countess allowed herself an indulgent smile and nodded. 'Ezpecially imported for my honoured guest.'

'I'm flattered.' D'Arcy replaced the cup on the tray beside him.

'You are sure zat I cannot tempt you to somezing a little stronger ?' The Countess sat back in her heavy leather armchair and lifted her slim legs gracefully crossing them and placing them on the back of the heavily muscled slave who knelt on all fours in front of her. As usual he was hooded and gagged and naked save a cage around his cock and balls that were chained to a ring set in the expensive wooden floor. The slave had clearly been recently beaten judging by the welts on his back and D'Arcy wondered what he might have done; although, from his knowledge of the countess and her somewhat Mercurial continental nature, it could well have been nothing at all.

'I prefer not to drink before midday.' D'Arcy took up the teacup again much to the relief of Fifi. The Countess' maid had obviously done something to upset her mistress (or perhaps this was a whim) too and, as a punishment, was serving tea naked with her arms cuffed high behind her back between her shoulder-blades and attached to a steel collar locked around her neck with a large padlock. The tray she carried was thus strapped to her waist and supported on the side furthest from her body by chains that were clamped to her nipples. From the way it stretched her little breasts, the tray with its cup, saucer, sugar bowl, milk jug and plate of biscuits, was clearly quite heavy.

The Countess took up her wine glass. 'To a most successful week.'

'Indeed Madam. London is very pleased.' D'Arcy raised his teacup in response. 'Nice to have the Japanese on board now.'

'Ja ! Our international family of agents iz growing: Interpol, MI5, FBI...'

'It was nice to have the cooperation of the local police too.' D'Arcy smiled.

'Ja. Zat little Hispanic girl is very capable.'

'I'll say.' D'Arcy couldn't suppress a grin at the thought of detective Guardina currently gagged and bound in his suite awaiting eagerly, no doubt, her promised spanking. 'May our international cooperation continue.'

The Countess picked up a cigarette and inserted into the long holder she used when smoking. D'Arcy rose and lit if for her before sinking back into his armchair, watching as the elegant blonde took a long drag and flicked the ash over the back of her kneeling slave.

D'Arcy took up his tea, winking at Fifi as he did so.

Detective Angel Guardina stood in front of Captain Willie's desk. He had offered her a seat but she had demurred, her bottom was still very sore from the spanking she had received from D'Arcy that afternoon.

'Interpol and MI5 have both commended your work Guardina.' Willie smiled. 'Disrupting that Yakuza plan to muscle in on the illegal arms market outside Japan has won you a lot of friends.'

'Thank you, Captain.'

'That MI5 agent...what's his name ?'

'D'Arcy, Sir.'

'Yeah, D'Arcy. He says you went way above and beyond the call of duty.'

'He's very kind, Sir.'

'So, Guardina.' Willie sat back and smiled at the way his officer's blouse was rendered transparent by the light behind it. 'I'm going to offer you a promotion.'

'Thank you, Sir.' Guardina smiled. It was tough being Hispanic and female in Chicago, there were a lot of glass ceilings to smash.'

'There's one proviso.'

'Sir ?' Guardina stiffened.

'You'll have to stay at The Commodore for a further six months.'

'That won't be a problem, Sir.' Guardina smiled. 'I've made some good...relatio...contacts there.'

Willie looked slightly surprised. He had clearly expected some sort of argument.

'Give you a chance to cultivate your relationship with that pretty Japanese agent you brought in last week.' Captain Willie's eyes ran down Guardina's body. 'Show her the ropes as it were.'

'Yes, Sir.'

'Dismissed, Sergeant.'

'Thank you, Sir.' Angel turned and smiled.