Japanese Policewomen kidnapped by Biker Gang

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Japanese Policewomen kidnapped by Biker Gang

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Hoshiko Tomoko Kurosawa panted in the heat of the Japanese summer. The young police officer wore the police uniforms of a dark blue jacket and skirt, flesh colored tights, black court shoes and white shirt. It was heavy in the hot humid air. Hoshiko pulled her jacket open and unbottoned her top button. The 21-year-old girl was short, with a shapely wasp-waisted form, almond-shaped green eyes, and long brown hair coiled into a bun.

Her partner, Chikako Tsubaki Inoue, had already opened her top two buttons, revealing a wedge of soft sweaty skin to the hot sun. Like her partner, the brown-eyed 20-year-old’s sable hair was coiled into a bun. Chikako stood a few inches taller then Hoshiko, with long lean legs and a large bust that her tight white shirt did nothing to hide.

The two young officers walked down a street in this country prefecture; they had both been in the police for only a little while, and both were eager to do the best they could.

Little did they know, as they strode down the near-empty street, they were watched.

Hideaki Hirotomo. She was dark-skinned, her skin tanned by sun and wind from years of riding on her bike. She wore a dark leather jacket, blue jeans and heavy black boots. her hair and eyebrows were dyed white, and she leaned against the wall of a gas station where her gang hung out, her narrow blue eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she watched the two young officers walking down the street toward her.

Sora, her friend, popped her head out of the gas station’s back door and glanced at her. “What’s going on?” she asked.

Hideaki nodded toward the two police coming closer with every minute that passed. “We’re about to have a problem,” she said.

She turned and strode back into the gas station, pulling Sora with her. Within, a half-dozen other girls in biker gear went through the store, tearing things off of the shelves; the ‘closed’ sign hung in the front door’s window, through which the rest of the gang could be seen hanging around the gas pumps, filling up their bikes.

Hideaki glanced at Sora. “What about our ‘friend’?” she asked. “How is she doing?”

“Come and see,” Sora said; she led Hideaki over to the check out counter; she leaned over the counter and glanced down.

Behind the counter lay the gas station attendant: she was tall and lean, with soft pale skin and dark hair cut short. She was stripped naked, rough rope wrapped about her wrists, binding her hands together behind her back. Still more rope was tied around her elbows, pinning them together and pulled her shoulders back, thrusting her small breasts out; more of the same rope was wrapped around her body, twisting over and under her erect breasts to force them out even further.

Her own panties were balled up and forced in her mouth, held there by several layers of tape the girls had taken off the station’s shelves; yet more rope was bound around her ankles and knees to make sure she couldn’t go anyplace. She stared up with tear-streaked eyes at Sora and Hideaki who leaned over the counter to look down at her and whimpered helplessly, pleading with her eyes.

“Hello,” Hideaki said. She reached over to a rack holding cigarettes and grabbed a box. “Nice day, isn’t it?”
The captive girl whimpered, tears leaking from her eyes to trail down her cheeks: harsh red lines shone on her erect breasts and her flat belly, showing where the girls had whipped her. Still more such marks shone on her thighs and between her legs around her pussy where they had had some fun with her before binding her legs together.

Hideaki opened the box and took out a cigarette. She slid it into her mouth, and Sora smoothly drew out a lighter, sprung it alight, and held it out for Hideaki to light her cigarette from. She took a deep breath from it, and blew out the smoke with a blissful smile on her lips.

“You don’t mind, do you?” she asked personably. “Us coming and taking a few things, I mean.”

The attendent shook her head, her wide brown eyes staring fearfully up at Hideaki.

“Good,” the gang leader said. She reached voer to the rack again and grabbed a small bottle of lighter fluid. “I’m glad to hear that,” she said, breaking open the top. “I would hate to think you didn’t want us.” She upended the bottle and poured out the lighter fluid over the helpless girl.

The captive moaned helplessly as the cold oil dropped over her; she stared at it, then up at Hideaki again, her wide eyes filled with panic. her glance flicked to the burning end of the cigarette Hideaki held in her hand: it glowed red as she took another deep breath of it. “Of course, if I thought you might complain about us,” she added thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t like that. I wouldn’t like that at all.” She tapped her cigarette and a few ashes slipped off the end and dropped.

The attendant screamed helplessly as the ashes fell toward her: she jerked and squirmed as they settled on her lighter-fluid soaked skin. The ashes turned grey as they burned out in the air, and settled softly, delicately on her. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she gasped for breath, staring at the grey ash that lay on her, then looked up at Hideaki once again.

The gang leader smiled beatifically at her. “If anyone asks, it wasn’t us who were here, was it?”

Her nostrils flared, her breath coming in panicked gasps, the attendant shook her head.

“Good,” Hideaki said, leaning furthed over the counter until her eyes were inches from the girls. “Because if I hear anything about us in the news, I’m gonna come back here and do everything I want to you, then I’ll find your best friend and do the same to her.” She flicked the cigarette away, then pushed her self to her feet.

Sora joined her. “What now?” she asked.

“Now. . .” Hideaki said slowly, glancing out the rear window toward the two policewoman approaching the gas station. A wicked smile slowly formed on her lips.

“Now, I think I want to get some toys.”





Chapter 2


Hoshiko and Chikako strode into the gas station, rather surprised to find the bikers there, filling up their bikes. “Well, hello!” Hoshiko said.

The biker girls glared at the two policewoman suspiciously, and the two of them stopped, uncertain of how to proceed.

A bell tinkled as the door of the gas station opened and Hideaki strode out, Sora and a few others of the gang following her. “Hello, officers!” she said with a grin. “What can we do for you?” Behind her, the sign had been changed back to ‘open’ to allay suspicion, while one of the gang stayed inside with the attendant.

“Hello,” Chikako said, happy to find someone more welcoming. “We’d just like to know where you’re coming from.”

“Oh, we come from up the coast,” Hideaki said, she and her friends drawing closer to the two police. “We’re going down toward Tokyo.”

“That’s a long way, isn’t it?” asked Hoshiko, surprised.

“Oh, yes,” Hideaki says. She glances once behind the two police, and nods.

A dozen hands grab them at once: neither woman has time to more than squeal before they are handgagged and dragged to the ground.

Hoshiko struggled uselessly, crying to the hands that gagged her, but it was no use: her hands were dragged behind her back, and her own handcuffs were locked tightly around her wrists.

Beside her, the same was done to Chikako; she struggled and wriggled in her captor’s hands, her eyes wild, screaming for help, but the hands clapped across her mouth reduced her cried to whimpers, and a dozen grubby hends held her pinioned to the ground. The hand gag was taken away, and in the instant before she could cry out, a filthy rag was forced into her mouth. She gagged on the rotten taste as a second cloth was forced between her teeth, the ends were pulled behind her head and tied off to hold the gag in place.

Hoshiko was likewise gagged, then yet another cloth was tied across her eyes for a blindfold; she wimpered and cried as her sight went dark; beside her Chikako was likewise blinded.

The two captive policewoman were hauled to their feet; they stared blindly around, not believing that this could take place in broad daylight without anyone seeing. But the heat had driven everyone indoors, and no-one could see them in the midst of the biker gang.

Hideaki looked from one to the other of her new ‘toys’ and gave an order: heavy leather jackets were forced onto them, over their bound arms and zipped shut: unless someone looked closely, they would not see the arms of the jackets were empty; then helmets with dark goggles were forced onto their heads, despite Hoshiko’s and Chikako’s struggles, and buckled tighly on; no-one could see their gags now.

“All right, let’s go!” Hideaki said.

The bikers hurriedly readied to depart: the girl inside with the attendant came out, with the poor girl’s hair clip for a trophy, and a great story of how she had used the helpless captive; the sign was changed back to ‘closed’ and another sign was found and put up where anyone passing could see it: ‘out of gas’ that would delay the time anyone discovered the bound girl inside.

Hideaki took Hoshiko on her bike, seating the captive policewoman in front of. She struggled hopeless, crying into her gag to no point. “You’d better stop,” Hideaki said calmly. “If you start wriggling when we’re driving on the highway- well, without your arms, you won’t do well in the crash!”

Trembling, Hoshiko stilled; the gang leader put her arms around the captive, toying with her breasts through the jacket for a moment, making her cry once more, then she put har hands on the handlebars. “All right!” she shouted. “Let’s go!”

With a cheer, the bikers revved their engines, then pulled out of there.

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It was some place deserted, someplace far from anywhere anyone ever went, that the bikers finally pulled over.

Chikako had been brough along on Sora’s bike: it had been a long, harrowing, terrifying journey for the blind captive: she was dragged off the bike and thrown to the grass to lie, trembling with exhaustion and fear, beside her partner.

“Hey, what ae we doing here?” Hachiro, one of the gang, asked, glancing around doubtfully: there was grass, there was a distant view of the highway, there was the scent of garbage on the wide, and pretty much nothing else.

“Nothing much,” Hideaki said, dismounting. “But these two are going to make us rich,” she said with a smile, gesturing to the two trembling policewoman. “In more ways than one.”

At her direction, Hoshiko and Chikako were dragged to their feet and frog-marched away to a level space, and there were forced to kneel. The jackets were removed and the helmets taken away; the two women trembled in the sudden cold as the harsh wind blew over their sweat-stained bodies; the hot day had been even hotter beneath the heavy jackets and helmets. Still blindfolded, they whimpered helplessly, with no idea what the gang would do to them next.

Hideaki snapped a few orders, reaching into her saddle bags.

The blindfolds were removed, and Hoshiko and Chikako looked up into the faces of their captors; two bikers held the handcuffed policewoman still; helmeted and goggled, there was nothing to see of their faces, nothing to identify them as Hideaki pulled out a camera and began taking a film. “We have taken officers Kurosawa and Inoue captive,” she said into the camera’s microphone. “If you ever want to see them again, have ten million yen in cash at the Ishiguro Roadhouse on the 7th. Come alone.” She nodded to the two bikers. “And just in case you think we’re bluffing-”

The two bikers reached down and pulled open the captive policewomen’s shirts; Hoshiko and Chikako cried and struggled as their captors reached down beneath their bras to grab their breasts; they whimpered and cried as their breasts were kneaded and toyed with, then their bras were pulled down, exposing their soft flesh to the cold air and the cold eye of the camera, which was no colder than the cruel eyes of the rest of the gang.

“-We would be just happy keeping them for ourselves,” Hideaki finished.

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Chapter 3

The camera clicked off, and the bikers removed their hoods.

“Very good, girls,” Hideaki said, walking up to the two captive policewomen. “In a few days, you’ll be free to return to the capitalist puppetplay you call your lives.”

Hoshiko and Chikako looked up at her, both clearly relieved by the prospect.

“In the meantime,” Hideaki went on. “There’s no reason we can’t make you more comfortable.” She waved at the two bikers holding the two captives and snapped an order.

Reluctantly, the two bikers reached down and unlocked their handcuffs; a few of the gang murmured unhappily as the steel restraints came free.

Immediately, Hoshiko and Chikako reached up to grab their shirts and close them over their exposed breasts.

“No, no!” Hideaki said, waving an admonishing finger. “I didn’t say you could do that!”

The two policewomen stared at her with wide eyes.

“So get more comfortable,” Hideaki said. “Take ‘em off.”

“What?!” Chikako cried.

The gang laughed and smiled expectantly, staring lustily at their two captives.

“You can take them off, or I can take them off,” Hideaki said. “I promise you, I would be less than gentle, but I’d enjoy it a lot!”

Slowly, Hoshiko began unbuttoning the last buttons of her shirt.

Seeing her partner doing so, Chikako reluctantly followed suit.

They pulled off their shirts, baring their soft tan flesh; the bright sunlight shimmered off their tight sweaty skin as Hoshiko’s lean form and Chikako’s hourglass build were fully revealed.

The gang whistled and shouted encouragements and suggestions that made the two policewomen blush. But obediently, they both reached back and unhooked their bras to let them fall away. Not that they were hiding anything before that.

The gang sat or leaned against their bikes and watched, licking lipe and giving each other knowing looks as their captives lowered their hands to their skirts, slid the zippers down, then let their uniform skirts slide over their long pantyhosed legs to pool on the ground.

“Verty nice!” Sora said, ayeing their tight neutral hose and panties; Hoshiko’s thin blue lacy panties, and Chikako’s red thong; Hoshiko stared at her partner in surprise for wearing that.

“Go on,” Hideaki said encouragingly; tears slipped down from Hoshiko’s eyes as she stepped out of her shoes, then sat down to roll her pantyhose down her legs.

Beside her, Chikako was no less unhappy, her eyes closed to shut out the sight of the leering gang, but she couldn’t shut her ears to their obscene talk.

Finally, their panties went, too: both policewomen stood again, hands clasped to cover their breasts and pussies, ghlaring red-faced, embarrassed and angry, at their captors.

“Okay,” Hideaki said, nodding to the same to bikers again. “Tie ‘em up again!’

“What?!” Hoshiko cried in surprise as her hands were grabbed and dragged together behind her.

“No- please!” Chikako whimpered as the cuffs closed around her wrists.

Hideaki walked toward them, stooping to pick up their discarded panties. She turned them inside out, then walked right up to the two captives. “Open your mouths,” she said.

“What-” Hoshiko began, then her voice was cut off as Hideaki stuffed Chikako’s thong past her open lips.

“Mhmm!” Chikako moaned in protest as Hoshiko’s lacy blue panties were stuffed in her mouths.

“Hold those in!” Hideaki snapped. “Or you’ll wish you did!”

Whimpering, crying into their gags, both captives kept their mouths shut over their paertners’ panties as Hideaki dug a roll of tape out of her pocket; she slapped one end of the roll over Hoshiko’s mouth, then pulled the entire roll around her head, wrapping it over her taped lips several times, pulling the tape tighter with every turn around the poor captive’s head until her whimpers almost inaudible.

Chikako shook her head tearfully as Hideaki came to her. “Don’t even think about opening your mouth!” Hideaki snapped, grabbing the policewoman by the hair; she held Chikako’s head still while she wrapped more tape across her mouth and around her head to silence her.

The gang leader stepped back and put her heands on her hips, looking over her handiwork with a smile. “That’s nice!” she said. “And, thank you,” Hideaki said to the two shivering girls. “Thank you for loaning us your uniforms; we’ll make very good use of them!”

Naked, bound and gagged, shivering in the breeze even in the full sun, The captives could barely acknolwedge her thanks.

“So what next?” Hochiko asked.

Hideaki glanced down at the two uniforms where they lay on the ground. “I’ve got a few ideas. . .” she said, a grin slowly working its way over her lips.

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Chapter 4


Mio Surokawa was a pretty young widow: her older husband had died recently, leaving her his entire fortune.

The short shapely lady had not married him for his money; that had helped, certainly, but he had really been a very charming man. But now she was alone, but still she was young, and pretty, and she was not going to let her life slip away into grief.

She wore a bright red evening gown with a single strap; the neckline slsoped enticeingly downward, revealing much of her charms; the rest of the gown hinted at, rather than hid, the rest of her charms. Her lips were red, her black hair piled high in a fashionable braid; she was going out to a party, and her limo was waiting as she strode to the door of her house, herblack pumps clicking on the tiled floor.

Just as she reached the door, there was a knock on it.

Puzzled, Mrs. Surokawa opened the door to see a policewoman standing there.

“Mrs. Surokawa?” the policewoman said.

“Yes?”

“You are in danger,” the policewoman said. “May I come in?”

“Yes,” she said, stepping back from the door and holding it open for her. “Of course.”

The policewoman stepped in, took the door from Mrs. Surokawa, and eased it shut.

“How am I in danger?”

“We have reason to believe that a gang wants to rob you,” the policewoman said. She flashed Mio a wicked grin, then reached into her jacket and pulled out a pistol. “Don’t be stupid!” she hissed, pointing it at Mio. “Keep your mouth shut and do only what I tell you, and you’ll be just fine. Do you understand?”

Dumbly, Mio nodded.

“Good.” Sora said, reaching up with her free hand to unbutton her jacket. She nodded to her captive.

“Where’s your safe?”

“It’s upstairs,” Mrs. Surokawa said, staring fearfully at the weapon she held on her.

“Show me.”

Trembling, Mio led the fake policewoman upstairs to her bedroom and showed her the wall safe hidden behind a painting.

“Good,” Sora said with a grin. “Now, open it.”

Mrs. Surokawa obeyed, turning the dial back and forth until the lock clicked, and pulled open the door of the safe.

Sora almost gasped as it swung open, revealing piles of bills and jewels and gold. She glanced at Mio.

“Thank you very much,” she said. “Now, strip.”

“What are you going to do?!” Mio cried.

“I’m going to kill you, if you don’t strip naked!” Sora snapped, ****ing the pistol.

Mio swallowed fearfully, then slid the strap of her evening dress over her shoulder and let it fall to the ground. She stepped out of it in just her black thong panties, shoes and stockings, raising her hands to cover her bare breasts, tears beginning to run from her eyes.

“I said strip!” Sora snarled, taking a threatening step toward the young widow. “Off with those panties!”

Weeping, Mio reached down and slipped her fingers under the waitsband of her black thong and slid it down her legs to her feet. She stepped out of it, then slid her hands over her bare breasts and pussy.

Sora smirked. “Get on your bed,” she ordered, gesturing with the pistol. “Put your hands behind your back.”

Reluctantly, Mio obeyed, lying down on her belly on the satin covers of her bed, lying on her full breasts, putting her hands together in the small of her back.

She whimpered as Sora handcuffed her hands together. “You won’t get away with this!” Mio cried.

“That’s none of your business,” Sora replied; she balled up Mio’s thong panties and forced them into her mouth. She held the captive woman’s mouth shut with one hand while she grabbed a length of tape with the other, then wrapped it across her lips to hold the gag in. That done, she pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and tied it across Mio’s eyes for a blindfold.

Mr.s S heard, but did not seee as Sora emptied out the safe, pouring its contents into a sack; she heard the door open, and screamed through her gag, struggling against the steel cuffs, thinking someone had come; but it was only three other gangers who strolled in and leered at the bound lady, lying struggling in only her stockings on her own bed.

Mio did not see as they produced a very large sack and approached her with it, but she did feel it as they laid their hands on her.

“Mhmm!” she screamed, shaking her head, frightened tears slipping out from beneath her blindfold. She struggled and squirmed, but the gangers easily forced her into a ball, then tipped her into the sack. Together, they lifted the struggling sack and carried their captive back downstairs and out the door, picking up a few smaller sacks filled with jewels, silver -

whatever valuables they happened to find lying around.

Mio’s limo was indeed waiting for her, but the driver was not: she lay hogtied in the stuffy dark trunk, her naked skin sticky with sweat in the hot cramped compartment, rough rope wrapped around her arms and legs, her own panties stuffed into her mouth and held in place with several layers of tape.

The gangers slipped into the limo, laying their sacks on the floor of the car as the new driver, wearing an a peaked cap appropriated from the captive in the trunk, drove away.

Following Sora’s instructions, they drove to a branch of the local bank and rolled into the drive-through up to the ATM machine.

Sora opened up the largest sack and pulled out Mio. “Well,” Sora said. “What’s you PIN code?” she asked, holding up their captive’s purse.

She tore the tape off Mio’s lips. “OW!” she cried, spitting her panties out. “Please,” she begged. “Please, just let me go!”

“What’s your PIN code?” Sora asked again; she reached down and pinched Mio’s nipple, grinding her soft flesh between thumb and forefinger.

Mio whimpered and cried, and eventually gave in: Sora emptied her bank account, then they drove away.

They toasted themselves from the limo’s minibar, and re-gagged Mio even tighter than before, stuffing her thong back in her mouth, then winding layer after layer of tape around her head until her cries were muffled to almost-inaudible whimpers.

They didn’t put her back in the sack though: they pulled their naked host up on the seat with them, and toyed with her naked body, pinching and slapping her as she squirmed and cried helplessly.

“So, what do we do now?” one of the gangers asked.

“Now,” Sora said, taking off her cap and tossing it aside. “We take our guest with us back to the gang, and we’ll see what’s next!” She wrapped her arm around Mio and pulled her close: Mio cried helplessly as Sora drew her tight and kissed her on her gagged lips.

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Chapter 5

Yuzuki Tsubasa Sato glamced up as the door-bell rang and a tall policewoman stepped into the jewelry store; she locked the door behind her, and turned the sign around to say ‘CLOSED’

“Is something wrong, officer?” Yuzuki asked concernedly; she was a tall busty brunette, dressed in a reded business suit. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore horn-rimmed glasses.

“Officer Inoue,” the policewoman said, flashing a police badge. “I want to talk with you.”

“Of course, officer, what’s the matter?” Yuzuki asked, coming out from behind the counter.

“Let’s talk in back,” the policewoman said. She took Yuzuki into the backroom, away from any prying eyes that might be about. Once there, she turned to Yuzuki with a serious air. “Someone is going to rob your store.”

Yuzuki’s brown eyes widened with surprise. “Who?” she gasped.

With a grin, Hachiro drew a pistol from her belt and pointed it at the shocked clerk. “Me.”

Yuzuki stared, shocked, at Hachiro. “What-” she began.

“Get your hands up!” Hachiro snapped, gesturing threateningly with her gun.

Still in shock, Yuzuki raised her hands above her head.

“Now turn around!”

Yuzuki turned to face the weall, and Hachiro came up behind her; she grabbed Yuzuki’s hand and dragged them down behind her back, then pulled the handcuffs from her belt and snapped them shut around the captive’s wrists. “Please don’t hurt me!” Yuzuki whimpered.

“Shut up,” Hachiro snapped. She grabbed Yuzuki by the handcuff chain and hauled her around. “Sit down!” she snarled, shoving the clerk into a chair; Yuzuki watched with wide eyes as Hachiro walked to the back door, keeping her gun trained on Yuzuki the whole time; she threw back the deadbolt and swung the door open.

Three more of the gang trooped in. “Clean the place out!” Hachiro told them; they trooped out into the store, and Hachiro turned back to Yuzuki. “While they’re doing that, we have a little time to get to know each other,” she said with a grin that frightened Yuzuki. She sat in the seated woman’s lap, wrapping one arm possessively across her shoulders. “I like women,” she said. “Shh!” she snapped, clapping her free hand across Yuzuki’s mouth. “Be quiet,” she said softly. From the shop cam the sound fo breaking glass as her compatriots began looting the shop.

“Mhmm!” Yuzuki whimpered, staringly pleadingly at Hachiro, who smiled at her.

Hachiro turned to straddle Yuzuki’s lap, her weight and her legs on either side of Yuzuki pinning her in the chair. She took her hand away from Yuzuki’s mouth to lay both her hands on the back of the chair, her arms resting on Yuzuki’s shoulders either side of her neck.

“Please. . .” Yuzuki pleaded. “Please, please just- take what you want!”

“Mhmmm,” Hachiro murmrued, leaning forward toward Yuzuki with a pleasesdsmile. “I haven’t had an offer like that in a long time!” She raised her hands ran her fingers through Yuzuki’s hair.

“Mmph!” Yuziki cried, her voice muffled by Hachiro’s lips as she kissed the clerk on the lips. Yuzukie’s eyes widened with horor and she tried to turn away. But Hachiro’s fingers tightened in Yuzuki’s hair and held her still: Hachiro grinned as she felt Yuzuki’s trim body wriggling beneath hers.

Hachiro let go with one hand, and trailed it over Yuzuki’s shoulder, then down into her jacket. “MHMM!” Yuzuki moaned, struggling helplessly as Hachiro’s hand slipped down into her shirt and eased beneath her bra to come to rest on her breast.

“Mmmm,” Hachiro moaned, grinding her crotch against Yuzuki’s body; she pinched and kneaded Yuzuki’s breast and tightened her hold on Yuzuki’s hair, making her whine with pain and in protest.

Hachiro borke off the kiss as the other three gangers came back from the shop, bearing several stuffed sacks that clanked with the sound of precious metal and jewels. “Hey!” one of them protested, “don’t start without us!”

“Don’t worry!” Hachiro assured her, her fingers pinching lustily at the crying Yuzuki’s breast. “I’m just getting her warmed up!” Hachiro took her hand away from Yuzuki’s breast, slid off of her lap, then tightened her hold on the clerk’s hair and pulled her to her feet.

“Please. . .” Yuzuki wept. “Please just- just let me go! Please. . .”

Hachiro tugged at the helpless girl’s hair, tearing a cry of pain from her. “Actually,” Hachiro said. “I think we should shut this ***** up: grab her panties, willya?”

The other gangers exchanged leers, then set down their burdens. “What?! No!” Yuzuki squealed. “Don’t- stop!” she cried.

“You heard her!” Hachiro said with a cruel laugh. “Don’t stop!”

“Stop!” Yuzuki cried, kicking her feet as the gangers grabbed at her legs. “Don’t! Help, help! HELP!”

Hachiro sighed and casually clapped her free hand across Yuzuki’s lips, muffling her cries to moans; despite her desperate struggles, the gangers grabbed her legs and reached up under her skirt; they slipped her panties down her pantihosed legs, raising her feet one at a time to pull them off. Balled up in one hand, the ganger raised the dirty panties to Yuzuki’s lips.

Hachiro leaned close to Yuzuki’s face. “Now listen,” she snarled, her face ugly and her eyes dark with threat. “If you make any trouble for us, I will hurt you.” She squeezed with her hard fingers at Yuzuki’s face, making her cry. “Do you understand?”

Yuzuki nodded as best as she was able.

“Good. Now open up!”

Hachiro took her hand away, and Yuzuki reluctantly opened her mouth: her own panties were stuffed past her soft lips, then another ganger ripped a length of duct tape off a roll and slapped it across her mouth to hold her panties in place.

“Nice and quiet!” she said with a grin, smoothing the tape over Yuzuki’s skin until every line of her lips was clear.

“Good,” Hachiro said. “Let’s go.” She turned toward the back door and pulld Yuzuki by her hair after her.

The three others followed after her; they eyed Yuzuki’s ass, and made comments on it that made Yuzuki blush. As she was dragged away, the poor clerk had no idea what fate awaited her.

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Chapter 6


The sky was dark with no moon, the only light was from the flashlights the bikers held and the bonfire that threw dancing light and shadows across their camp.

Hoshiko and Chikako knelt on the grass side by side, naked, both cleave gagged and their arms bound behind them; beside them knelt Mio, tape-gagged and handcuffed; on the other side of her was Yuzuki likewise bound, and then Mio’s driver, tied tightly with ropes.

Hideaki strode down the line of captives, running her narrowed eyes over their pale shivering bodies; bare skin made goosebumps in the cold air as her captives stared up at her with frightened eyes.

She strode to the end of the line, and looked down at Hoshiko. She smiled, running her tongue over her lips hungrily. “You,” she said, pointing. “You’re mine.”

Hoshiko whimpered and flinched away from the pointing finger, but Hideaki reached down and grabbed her by the hair. “Mhmm!” Hoshiko cried as Hideaki hauled her to her feet.

Hideaki turned, pulling Hoshiko after her. “Have fun!” she called over her shoulder to the rest of the gang.

With a whoop and a cheer, the biker gang descended on their helpless captives who screamed and cried as they were borne away.

Hideaki forced Hoshiko to kneel in the grass; the bound policewoman’s gaze drifted past the ganger to the partner.

Sora stood with her hands holding Chikako’s hair; she knelt on the ground with her face pressed between Hachiro’s thighs, her jaw working as she licked and sucked at her captor’s pussy. Two other stood behind her, each with a hand on her bound arms, the other hand wielding a short crop, with which they whipped her tight ass. Chikako whimpered and cried, wriggling in her captors’ grip, but was helpless to resist them.

Hideaki reached down and placed her fingeron Hoshiko’s chin. “Hmm?” she said with a raised eyebrow, raising the policewoman’s face to hers. “What shall I do with you?” she said, tapping her lip with her finger in a pantomime of thought.

“Mmmm,” Hoshiko whimpered, staring pleadingly up at her captor.

Mio lay on the ground, spread-eagled, her hands and feet tied to stakes, her naked body stretched wide open; Hachiro sat on her face while two others were engaged with two long sticks, whipping her breasts, belly and thighs; another ganger knelt between the woman’s legs, tickling and teasing her pussy with her fingers: the poor woman moaned and cried as her helpless body was molested and mauled. Hashiro moaned, throwing her head back, tossing her hair as the helpless woman’s tongue and lips worked at her pussy.

“Hey!” Hideaki slapped Hoshiko on the cheek. “Are you paying attention to me? Good slaves pay attention to their mistresses,” she added with a smirk.

Hoshiko stared up at her in shock: ‘slave’? ‘mistress’?! What was this insane woman talking about?!

A scream drew her eyes to Yuzuki: the naked clerk was bound on her hands and knees, a large dildo thrust into her mouth. The wide-eyed woman was forced to thrust it into the pussy of one of their captors, but that wasn’t what she was screaming about: behind her knelt another one of the gang; she wore a huge strap-on, and had her hands on Yuzuki’s hips, thrusting the dildo into her ass. Yuzuki wriggled and screamed helplessly as she was taken from behind, her struggles doing no more than to make the ganger moan with pleasure as the dildo moved in her pussy.

Beyond her, Mio’s driver knelt on the grass; she was unbound, her face buried in one ganger’s pussy, her outstretched hands were stuck into two others, rubbing and caressing her captors’ pussies. A small crowd of the gang had gathered around her, laughing and whooping as the captive woman desperately did everything she could to keep them happy.

Hoshiko’s glance traveled back up to Hideaki’s grining face. “Now, come on,” Hideaki said, laying her hand on Hoshiko’s head. “I can make you very happy, my little policewoman, or I can make you very unhappy!”

She slowly guided Hoshiko’s head between her thighs: Hoshiko moaned and closed her eyes; she did nto want to do this! But, she realized, she had no choice.

Reluctantly, she slid her tongue out between her lips and gently ran it over Hideaki’s pussy.

Hideaki moaned and shuddered. “Yes!” She moaned. “Yes, that’s it!”

Hoshiko slid her tongue between Hideaki’s pussy lips, making her shudder with pleasure; with another unhappy moan, Hoshiko thrust her tongue deep into her captor’s pussy, thinking only to get her off and end this. She ran her tongue around Hideaki’s pussy, exploring it, finding what the sadist liked.

Hideaki shivered and moaned with pleasure as Hoshiko explored her. She had never pleasure a woman before, and she let Hideaki’s body guide her as she slid her wet tongue around the woman’s clit.

Hideaki moaned, her voice rising as Hoshiko sucked and nipped at her clit, driving her higher and higher toward a shuddering climax: she threw her head back and shouted as she came, her body shuddering as the tide of pleasure rushed over her.

Hideaki pulled Hoshiko away from her and looked down at her. “Very good, slave!” she said, delighted.

Trembling, Hoshiko glanced up at her, tears shining in her eyes.

Hideaki ran her fingers gently through Hoshiko’s hair. “Very good slave,” she repeated. Keeping her fingers entwined in the policewoman’s hair, she reached down with her other hand. “First was the pleasure,” she said, then held up the whip for Hoshiko to see. “Now comes the pain!” She smiled evilly, her face dark in the firelight.

Hoshiko trembled again, but she didn’t beg: there was no point, she knew.

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Chapter 7


A uniformed policeman strode down an empty street, a brown bag hanging from his hand. Glancing aorund him, he walked to a streetcorner and puts it down. He looks around once more, then turns and walks back the way he came. He strode back down the street, then turned off it, and once more the street was left empty and silent.

After a long while, an engine stirred to life: it revved twice, then a motorcycle rolled out from the shadows of a narrow alley and rolled down the street to the corner. The rider, Sora leaned down and openedthe bag with one hand. She grinned, seing its contents. She picked up the bag and swung it over her shoulder.

Turning in her saddle, she blew a kiss toward the men she knew were watching, then dropped a piece of paper on the ground where the bag had lain. She revved her engine to life again and took off.

Sora rolled away, took a turn, then drove into a narrow tunnel and vanished into the darkness.

After she was gone, a police car rolled around a corner onto the street; it screeched to a halt beside the corner, and a policeman opened his door and leaned out to grab up the piece of paper.

He quickly read the badly-speled message therein, then grabbed the car’s radio and relayed its contents. He glanced once at his partner behind the wheel, and they screeched away.

All across town, police sprang into action: while some drove toward the location the message revealed, others closed off both ends of the tunnel, then went down into it after Sora.

But they never found her.

#

Hideaki closed her cellphone and slipped it into her pocket. She smirked down at the two trembling women in police uniform. “I guess we’re done here, girls; good luck!” The ganger hopped astride her bike behind the naked captive bound across her saddlebow. Hooded and gagged, she moaned and twitched helplessly in her bonds as Hideaki revved ehr engine. “Let’s go, girls!” she shouted.

With a raised cheer, the rest of the gang’s bikes burst to life: loaded down with loot and their naked bound captives, the gang turned and rolled away.

In the front room of a ruined house, they left behind two women bound in police uniforms: they sat in broken chairs with rope tied around their waists to hold them there. They faced each other, their legs spread and bound at ankle and knee to the chair legs, showing they wore no panties. From beneath black hoods they grunted and moaned through the said panties stuffed and bound in their mouths with cleave gags.

Their arms were pulled behind the chair backs and tied together with rope looped arounf their wrists and elbows, pulling their shoulders back and thrusting their bare breasts out; their shirts and tunics were pulled open, their bras pulled down to bare their upthrust breasts to the cold air.

Both bound women wriggled in their bonds, struggling and moaning helplessly, desperate for escape, for this nightmare to finally end, to be free of all of this. But though it was maddeningly close, there was no escape for them: they could only be released, and neither had any idea when or who, or even how that would be.

#

A certain distance away, Hideaki pulled to a stop, the rest of the gang around her. She turned in her saddle and glanced back down from the hill they stood atop of: from this distance, they could see the column of police vehicles moving toward the small ruined house the gang had left their captives bound in. They could also see other police moving to try to intercept their escape, but too late, too late: the police didn’t even see the bikers.

She could hold back a giggle. “I hope they like their present!” she said; the rest of the gang laughed. She glanced down at the naked woman bound across her saddle. “I know I like my toy!” she said with a wicked grin, then slapped her ass.

The captive woman moaned and twitched helplessly in her bonds.

#

The police cars screeched to a halt outside the ruined house, and heavily-armed police rushed in to release their comrades.

The first one in, spotted the two captives and russhed to them. “It’s okay,” he said reassuringly. “We’re here to rescue you.” He grabbed the first captive’s hood and tore it free.

Mio blinked in the sudden light and stared around her with tear-streaked eyes, whimpering quietly.

Suddenly aghast, he rushed to the other captive and likewise pulled away her blinding hood: Yuzuki moaned, pleading for release, squinting against the sudden light.

“Sir!” Another armed officer called, pulling up a ratty blanket to reveal the naked form of Mio’s driver: she was bound and hogtied with handcuffs locked around her thin wrists and narrow ankles, gagged with a filthy rag that muffled her cries to whimpers.

#

That night, the gang pulled to a halt beside the road, hidden amongbrush, they built up a fire and poured out bottles of saki, pills and needles of other, less legal, intoxicants.

Hideaki untied her captive from her saddle and threw her to the ground; she fell on the grass with a gagged cry that made the sadistic biker smile. She grabbed the bound woman by her hair that gung down through the bottom of her hood, and dragged her up to her knees.

Trembling, she knelt, her arms and legs bound, naked, her bare skin dimpling in the dark air. Still smiling, Hideaki reached down and pull the hood off, revealing the features of Hoshiko. “How are you feeling, ‘officer’?” Hideaki asked with a mocking grin.

The bound policewoman stared up at her with wide eyes and moaned pleadingly through her gag.

On the other side of the camp, Hachiro laid out Chikako, likewise bound and helpless.

“Did you really think this was over?” Hideaki asked. Her smile widened. “Your trip is just beginning!”

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Chapter 8


“You’re probably wondering why we didn’t just return you for the ransom,” Sora said conversationally to the woman who lay beside her.

“Mmmm,” Chikako whimpered. She lay spreadeagled on the ground, her hands and feet bound to wooden stakes driven into the earth. Kept constantly gagged and blindfolded, she had no idea how long she had been kept like this, or where she was. Her naked skin dimpled in the cold mountain air.

Sora lay beside her, hitched up on one elbow, running her free hand over Chikako’s naked skin, tickling and toying with her helpless toy. She riased her head and glanced over to the other side of the camp, where Half the gang was gathered around Hoshiko; as she watched, one of the girls threw her head back and cried out as she came. the naked and bound Hoshiko, where she knelt on the ground, was almost knocked sprawling. The biker backed away from the bound slave, but her place was immediately taken by another: Hoshiko whimpered helplessly as her lips were forced agaisnt another pussy.

“We have some friends in Tokyo,” Sora said conversationally to Chikako; she was lucky to have Chikako to herself tonight. “One of them has some great contacts in the international slavery market.”

Chikako stiffened, hardly breathing, her whole body stiff with realization.

“That’s right!” Sora said with a wicked smile, running her hand over Chikako’s breasts. “You think this is bad? Well you are never, ever going to be free, again!” She pinched Chikako’s nipple, twisted it between her fingers, making the former policewoman squirm, whimpering helplessly through her gag.

Chikako shook her heaqd, crying, pleading but Sora’s panties were filling her mouth tied behind a thick bandanna pulled between her teeth, muffling her cries to whimpers.

“In the meantime,” Sora said, pushing herself up. “I guess we’ll just have to enjoy the time we still have together.” She reached down to Chikako’s gag and untied the bandanna. Chikako tried to push the panties out with her tongue, but it was too sodden and compressed, and so Sora eased the fingers of her left hand delicately between Chikako’s lips and plucked her panties away.

“Please-” Chikako begged, but Sora slapped her hand across her mouth to silence her.

“Shhh,” the biker hissed, mounting the policewoman. “Don’t try talking; it won’t do you any good!” she took her hand away, then pressed her pussy against Chikako’s mouth in its place. “Of course if you’re a bad girl,” she added, “there are so many ways we can make things worse for you!”

Reluctantly, Chikako began to lick and suck, and Sora’s voice rose as she began to rise to a climax.

#

The next morning, bright and early, Hoshiko and Chikako were unbound and rebound on their knees, still gagged and blindfolded, while the gang had breakfast.

When they had finished, taking plenty of time to enjoy the food and the view of their naked captives’ bodies, they began arguing over who would get to feed them.

“No, me!”

“It’s my turn!”

“No, you went last time!”

Eventually, Hideaki would shout the others down and pick out two girls to feed them; they’d each grab a handful of cold food (usually crunchy, greasy and/or soggy) and a bottle of water, then they’d approach the two starving policewomen.

Hoshiko and Chikako would gasp for breath as their gags were whipped away; the first day of their captivity, they had learned better than to cry out or talk: they opened their mouths, Chikako with a whimper, held out their tongues, and waited.


They didn’t have to wait long: their captor’s bare pussies were pressed to their open mouths, and both women began to lick and suck. Eager to finish it and be fed, and both by now with much unwanted experience at pleasuring women, they licked at their captor’s pussies, sucking and nibbling at their clits, moaning as they rubbed their tongues through their captor’s warm, wet slits.

In moments, both gangers were moaning and gasping as their captives raised them on a tide of pleasure, then both cried out, one at a time, as they came.

Their morning chore done, both Hoshiko and Chikako gasped as their captors’ pussies were pulled away, and each drew a deep breath, then once more opened their mouths and held out their tongues.

The two gangers shoved the disgusting food past their wide-open lips into their mouths; The captives hurriedly swallowed their breakfast, trying not to taste it, opening their mouths again to accept anotherm outhful until it was all gone. Both women whimpered when it was gone, still hungry.

But then would come watering the captives: each ganger would grab her captive by the hair and force her head back as far as it would go, then jam the open mouth of the bottle into her mouth and hold it there until all the water was gone, poured down her throat.

Both captives’ throats worked desperately as they swallowed the cold water. Then when the bottle was taken away, they would gasp for air, spluttering and choking.

But they had no time to recover: in a moment, more gangers grabbed them and carried them away to the bikes where the whole gang was readying to drive on. Both policewomen were bound to a bike (for this honor too, the bikers competed) and left to the rider’s none-too-tender mercies; both captives moaned and wriggled as the riders toyed with their helpless bodies while the other got mounted.

When all was ready, Hideaki glanced around, making one last check, then raised her hand. “Let’s go!” she shouted.

With a roar of engines, they were off again, one more day on their journey begun.

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Chapter 9


The gang stopped at noon on a grassy hill beside a train track, looking out over rolling green fields.

Afterwards, no-one oculd figure out what exactly happened; one moment, both captives lay on the grass, naked as ever, bound and gagged, then the next moment-

“She’s escaped!” someone shouted: everyone jumped up and looked around wildly, one by one spotting the pale figure that bounded through the grass.

Hoshiko ran across the field, gasping for breath aorund the gag still bound in her mouth, her arms atill bound behind her back; her small breasts jumped and wiggled as she ran as fast as she could toward a distant cluster of houses; she heard the shouts behind her, and cried out through her gag, trying to go faster.

“Forget it!” Hideaki shouted, grabbing a ganger and dragging her off her bike. The others stopped in the act of jumping on their bikees to chase Hoshiko down and stared at her in surprise.

“She’s mine,” Hideaki said, swinging onto her own bike. Calmly, she revved the engine, then took off, her wheels tearing a furrow in the grass.

A dozen hands grabbed hold of Chikako, lest she get thoughts of trying the same thing, then forced her down to the ground. “Don’t even think about it!” Sora snarled, putting the heel of her boot on Chikako’s neck; the captive policewoman twisted her head to see, urging Hoshiko on with her eyes.

Hoshiko heard the engine growing closer; she glanced over her shoulder and saw Hideaki closing on her. Crying aloud, she dodged to the side as the bike roared by her.

Hideaki brought her bike around, her dark eyes staring intently at her prey. She gunned the engine, then came after her again.

Hoshiko saw her coming and threw herself to the ground as Hideaki rolled by. Crying, her breath coming in gasps, she struggled to her knees and looked around.

Hideaki pulled to a stop, then reached into her saddlebag and pulled out a long coil of rope.

Hoshiko could see nothing through the tall grass; shee listened intently, her eyes wide with fear, but she couldn’t hear the engine. Her breasts rose and fell as she gasped for breath.

Finally, Hoshiko scrambled to her feet and ran off again; Hideaki saw her go and revved ehr engine and raced after her: she went slow, gaining steadily on her fleeing captive; she kept control with one hand, shaking out the rope with the other. She whirled the lasso over her head, then gunned the engine and threw the rope as she passed Hoshiko.

Hoshiko screamed through her gag as the rope lasso snapped tight around her, then again as she was torn off her feet to fall painfull on the hard ground.

Hideaki screeched to a halt, the dismounted; she strode toward the huddled Hoshiko, coiling the rope in her hand as she approached.

Hideaki nudged the huddled crying Hoshiko with her boot, turning her over onto her back. The ganger reached into her jacket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. “Well,” she said softly, putting one in her mouth. “I’ll make sure you regret that.” She lit it, staring at Hoshiko ith a glint in her eye that made the captive policewoman shiver.

#

Hideaki rode back to camp, leading Hoshiko back by the noose tied around her neck. Once there, she whispered instructions to Sora, turned Hoshiko over to two henchwomen to hold, then turned away, pulling off her clothes.

Following Sora;s directions, the bikers untied Chikako and took her over to the train tracks. She screamed when she realized where they were taking her, struggling and crying, she begged them to let her go, but they stretched her over the tracks and rebound her there, tightening her gag to silence her cries.

“In America the trains are a lot slower,” Hideaki said aloud, slipping out of her pants. “Maybe the driver would see you and be able to stop in time. But here you’ll be a flash in the corner of his eye, then a little bump of the train on the track.”

“Mhmm!” Chikako moaned, pulling helplessly at the ropes that bound her in place. She stared with wide pleading eyes up at Hideaki, desperately shaking her head.

Hideaki gave her a grin, then turned to Hoshiko who knelt on the ground, two bikers pressing down on her shoulders to hold her there. “I’ll let her go, once you convince me you won’t try to run away,” she said. She wore her tall boots and black leather jacket, the dark leather contrasting sharply with her bare skin. She jerked her head at the two gangers holding Hoshiko, who let her go and backed away. “So,” she went on, reaching down and running her hands over Hoshiko’s chin. She untied the gag and tossed it away. “Convince me.”

Hoshiko stared up at her pleadingly. “I won’t run away,” she whispered hoarsely. “Please, please let her go!”

Hideaki raised her eyebrows meaningfully. “Convince me,” she repeated softly.

Hoshiko lowered her eyes to Hideaki’s boots. She trembled for a moment, her hair hanging over her face like a curtain, then slowly lowered herself, bringing her face to the toes of Hideaki’s boots. “I won’t run away,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, then opened her mouth and ran her tongue over the toes of Hideaki’s boots.

The gang gave an appreciative murmur. Hoshiko glance up nervously, but Hideaki was stone-faced.

The captive crawled closer on her knees, then ran her tongue over her captor’s boots, cleaning the dust and crud from them. “I’m sorry, mistress,” she said, wincing from the taste on her tongue, but daring not to slow her voluntary degradation. “I promise, I won’t try to escape again.” She drew her tongue over all of Hideaki’s boots, lickingg them sparkling clean, but still the gang’s mistressrefused to relent. Hoshiko crawled even slocer, then raised herself up, running her cheek up Hideaki’s bare leg, raising her mouth to Hideaki’s pussy. “Please, forgive me, mistress,” she whispered, and kissed her there.

Hideaki moaned softly as Hoshiko’s tongue slipped into the folds of her pussy.

Hoshiko pulled back, staring pleadingly up at Hideaki. “Please, I promise I won’t run away,” she begged, then plunged her tongue back into the ganger’s pussy. She licked and sucked, rubbing against her captor’s clit, moaning pleadingly while Hideaki moaned pleasurably.

“Hey!” Someone called. “The train’s coming!”

“Please!” Hoshiko cried desperately. “Please, let her go! I’ll do anything! Anything! Just please- MMMPH!” her pleas were cut off as Hideaki grabbed her by the hair and forced her lips back against her pussy. Hoshiko struggled against her pinioning hand, screaming, thrusting her tongue wildly around.

Hideaki moaned, her voice rising as the train thundered closer.

Hoshiko screamed wildly, struggling to tear her head away.

Hideaki came with a scream, and the train zoomed by.

Hoshiko stiffened, then was still; Hideaki let go of her hair and pushed her face away. “I believe you,” she said with a smile, then glanced toward the tracks.

Hoshiko trembled, not daring to turn her head.

“Let’s get out of here.” Hideaki ordered. “The stink is offending me.”

Hoshiko knelt on the ground, trembling, as the gang cleared up their camp: she did not resist as she was grabbed and rebound to a bike. Then, with a roar of engines, they started off again.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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[Mr. Peaky Blinder]

Thanks, ES!