Return the Shokon Book – The Untold Prisoners' Story

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(author's note)For the first 'defeated army' story I have completely rewritten 'The Return of the Shokon PART II' The main flow and content of the uniform stealing remains the same, but I have added huge sections on the life of the prisoners. The story is based on Japanese Ninja mythology, medical fetish and of course, uniform stealing. Enjoy part one, part two to come very soon. Feedback and discussion are always welcome and remember this is fiction!




Return the Shokon Book – The Untold Prisoners' Story

Chapter 1

For many years, things were had not gone well for the criminal Shokon Society. Each group or chapter of female ninjas as they preferred to call themselves had been hounded by the police and outlawed by the Japanese government. Of the original fifty or so independent chapters, only a handful remained. Of those remaining, the clan led by Rika and Natsumi was the most intact and by far, the strongest, numbering well over sixty members. However, the 'Last of the Shokon' as they called themselves were still in hiding, waiting for their moment. Their place of sanctuary was an old Shinto temple situated about one hour outside Fuiju City. An old building with a five hundred year history, it was positioned on the top of a mountain range, completely obscured by trees and set in the middle of private property. But perhaps the most striking part of this hideout was that over two thirds of the building was actually underground together with a series of connecting tunnels and hidden rooms. The women of the Shokon could come and go from the temple freely as they masqueraded as temple disciplines. In addition, ancient Japanese law prevented males from stepping foot on the grounds and government officials, including the police could only enter these grounds with at least seven days' notice. In short, the temple was an ideal headquarters and training for the ageing and increasingly desperate Shokon operatives.

Now, it was 7pm in the evening and all Shokon members meant in the main hall to be addressed by their leader, the legendary Rika Morinaga.

'Please be seated my sisters' commanded Rika.

'My sisters in the space of just five years, we have seen our organisation hunted down like animals by the corrupt and feeble Japanese government'.

Now, beginning to stammer with emotion as she began her speech again.

'I ask you this, sisters, who is this corrupt Government?'

Turning, she pressed a remote to a large television that been warming up in the corner. A second later, a documentary that had been recorded from the news began to play. It was a special news report about the state of Shokon prisoners in Japanese jails. The conditions seemed terrible with the women having in most cases been sentenced to life imprisonment for mere membership.

'How can they do this?' Rika roared in anger.

'It is they who have declared war on our way of life, so let us now give them a war on an equal footing. They capture and imprison our sisters, so we shall do the same to them! I now declare any servant of the state or capitalism to be an enemy of the Shokon whether they are the police, health professionals, flight attendants, or the military, they are all legitimate targets and with some of them in our own prisons we can start to fight back or even force the government to negotiate. From now on, our priority is to kidnap as many women who work for the Japanese government as possible. This sisters, shall bring them to the negotiating table and ensure our colleagues' release. If not, then we shall ransom them
To the highest bidder or even just keep them in a rotting jail cell, like what has been done to our sisters!'

At this, every glass in the room was raised in support as the women began shouting their allegiance to the Shokon.

Now, Rika excused the others and revealed her detailed plans to Natsumi, her faithful deputy. The world would shake once more in the presence of the Shokon. Rika and Natsumi sat for hours discussing the plans. Rika's imagination was running wild. Various ideas were discussed, some realistic such as raiding a number of hospitals, others almost suicidal like Rika's obsession with capturing a local airport.

'Look' as Natsumi interrupted, 'we can do it but, honestly, we need guns, cash and uniforms and all in no particular order'.

'Hmm' muttered Rika

'I might just have the perfect plan. As you know, eight of our sisters were captured last week trying to rob the post office in downtown Fuiju. They are being held at Hito police station, not ten miles from here. An assault on the station would be not only secure their release but we could also 'go shopping' for weapons, uniforms and prisoners of our own, all at the same time and heaven knows, if we're to launch an offensive as discussed I can't think of better uniforms to get started with than those belonging to the police!

'Natsumi nodded intensely 'But what about the uniforms we took from the policewomen at Yoron Island'?

Rika waved her hand dismissively at her deputy

'Oh those old things? Too natty and anyway, the markings are now out of date'. Tomorrow evening I want you to bring part one of the plan into operation, I trust you, Natsumi, don't let me down'.

Rika now sat down on her black leather office chair.

'There is something else, Natsumi. We are a sisterhood that of course follows celibacy. Historically, ninjas have always continued to evolve by stealing the newly born babies from our enemies. This was a tradition first started more than two hundred years ago when our sisterhood began raiding coastal villages in China and Korea. Now we are depleted in number and soon many of us will soon be too old to carry on with the struggle. Natsumi, there is no choice, we need to start reproducing the Shokon. The taking of female prisoners is a fantastic opportunity to begin this process. So, any prisoners taken must be young, fertile and able to bare us off spring'.

Natsumi, nodded her head and gave an evil smile. She knew exactly what this would mean, but how to do it was another question. Another concern was to develop the dungeons below the temple for such a large-scale influx of what were presumably going to be some very long- term prisoners. Nevertheless, as ever, Natsumi began by preparing the Shokon for the offensive that lay ahead.

Chapter 2


Three months later:

Location: Hito High School, down town, Fuiji.

'Goodbye officers' Shouted a grateful class of senior high school students.

It was now 3pm and the two women made their way back to their tiny Mini-plato, parked in the school cark park. The eldest policewoman, Renko Mitsu was thirty-seven years old, divorced and a mother of two teenage boys. Her partner that day was, Aki Osaki , who was much younger at twenty-five. She was especially slender and attractive and this was only her second day back to work since returning from police maternity leave. Like most recent mums, her duties were light and the role of school liaison officer was an ideal position for her. Now all she wanted to do was to go home and breast- feed her new arrival before taking her little one for a stroll in her local park. Indeed, she had planned her evening many times over in her head that day. She had already proven herself to be a good mum and planned to resign from the police force once her employment obligations allowed it.

As the chatting policewomen reached their mini-plato , they were approached by three strange looking group of young women all wearing darkened tracksuits and sunglasses.

'Oh, hello officers' politely spoke the first of the Shokon henchwomen.

'We were wondering if you could help us with a school project we have?'

Puzzled, the smiling policewomen nodded, but then their faces turned to sheer horror when they noticed the 9mm pistol pointing at them.

'Yeah, you see, for our project, we would like to know what colour underwear policewomen wear under their uniforms. Now shut your mouths and get into the white van that is parked next to your vehicle'.

The policewomen naturally obeyed as both had too much to lose from resisting their abduction. In the van they were made to sit on the floor as they were whisked away to the Shokon hideout.

Arriving under the cover of evening they were taken to a secure area, several floors below the temples cellar. There, part two of the plan was put into action as they were taken to a soundproofed concrete cell and photographed holding an edition of the day's newspaper.

'Ok, put the polaroid in the brown envelope and deliver it with the note to the Mayor's office' instructed Rika.

The note simply read 'We are the Red Army. We have two of your police officers tied to a bomb in Matsu Forest. They will be blown to pieces later tonight unless you can find them'.

However, the Red Army was a male dominated terror group that had actually ceased to exist a week or so earlier when the last of its members fled from Japan. But the police didn't yet know that and Matsu Forest was on the far side of the city, in fact some twenty miles from Hito Police station, which they would target tonight as presumably most of the police officers would be sent out to look for their colleagues. All that would be left at Hito Police Station would be a skeleton crew of officers, no doubt as there were women prisoners already there, the officers left behind would all be female. The plan was starting to come together, but first things first as Natsumi stared at the two trembling policewomen.

Natsumi was under orders that they should come to no harm, but their uniforms and bodies were needed by the Shokon and they would now be prisoners and pawns of the Chapter. With this in mind, Natsumi grabbed Renko, the eldest policewoman sharply by the arm and led her into a smaller holding room. The compartment was bare, except for a plain looking hospital gurney and a couple of carrier bags near to the door.

Natsumi wasted no time. For her, this dignified policewoman and mother of two would be the first of many policewomen that would be kidnapped and imprisoned by the shokon.

'Ok officer, you have a choice. Either strip to your underwear right now or I'll get one of my more matronly colleagues to do it for you. Come on, the uniform is only made of cotton and nylon, hardly worth fighting over is it? Think about your family, do you want them to lose you for such a trivial matter?

Renko, in all her fifteen years of police service had never been so afraid. First, the cap and dark tunic were handed over as was the black tie. At the point, Renko seemed to stop, perhaps not wanting to go any further, but she knew she had no choice as she stepped out of her warm black shoes and slid off her heavy dark blue skirt. Finally, came the white shirt, but that didn't seem to matter anymore, now she almost seemed in denial of her situation. Less than a minute later, there Renko stood, in only a white, frilly slip, flesh coloured pantyhose and white bra. She was shaking all over, yet she seemed to detect that they wanted her alive for a reason.

'Here put these on' Natsumi ordered as she threw the subdued policewoman one of the plastic carrier bags. Opening it, Renko was both relieved yet humiliated to find some alternative clothing in the form of a baggy, patterned nightgown. Without complaint or resistance, she slid it on, over her head and shoulders until it reached her trembling knees. The nightgown was dreadful, like something a grandmother or hospital patient would wear. Then a moment later, a pair of white sandals were thrown to Renko, which she gladly accepted, as the floor was freezing cold and especially harsh on Renko's still warm, pantyhose clad feet. Just then, she was taken by each arm by two of Natsumi's henchwomen and led away to a holding cell to be fed and sedated with sleeping pills for the night.

Now came the turn of young mother, Aki Osaki, as she too was brought into the cell room.

'Right, you've seen your colleague and you look like an intelligent young girl, so start taking off your uniform, now' Natsumi barked.

Now the tearful and shell-shocked young policewoman duly stripped down to her pantyhose and matching set of sky blue underwear. As she finished undressing, she gently stepped out of her police issue court shoes and obediently handed them over without resistance into the hands of one of Natsumi's helpers before facing her captors once more.

Just then, Natsumi, couldn't help but ask about the seemingly unnaturally large size of Aki's breasts.

'Oh are we still breastfeeding honey?' She teased in an impatient, cat-like way.

'This would explains why your uniform blouse is a little damp as well as accounting for the lingering smell of lactose from your bra. Tut, tut, I think you need to learn how to be a more hygienic girl'.
But by now Natsumi had decided to show at least some compassion.

'Listen, we'll arrange a pump to be sent to your cell. At least this way, you won't be in any unnecessary discomfort'. Remember, the only way 'mummy' gets to see her baby again is to behave and comply, understand, princess?

Aki, fell to her knees in tears and an attempt to generate some mercy from her captors.

'Why can't I just be allowed home, you already have my uniform and ID cards' she sobbed as she too, was made to redress in an identical nightgown and pair of sandals just like the ones of her colleague.

Just then, two more guards came into the room and gently picked up the distressed policewoman from off her knees and dragged her harshly into the nearest cell.

Natsumi now shouted her last orders for the night.

'Don't forget, once you've sedated her as well, pump her breasts. I don't want any mess or complaints that we're not looking after them. In the meantime, I'll start going through the policewomen's things and checking out the uniform sizes to see what fits who for tonight's grand offensive. At that, Natsumi closed the door, sat down and picked up one of Aki's shoes. As she removed both of the worn and scented insole odour eaters, she noted the size, … perfect, she grinned to herself.

Parts one and two of the plan were complete. Now for the assault on Hito police station.

Chapter 3

It was 4am and raining heavily outside Hito police station. Some hours earlier, nearly all of the stations thirty or so officers had left en-mass in police carrier vans to carry out the hunt for their abducted colleagues. Their intended destination would be Matsu Forest, where they would be looking hopelessly for their fellow officers, who were of course, actually lying sedated in a prison cell over thirty miles away. So, as it was, the Shokon plan of deception had worked, now was the 'small' matter of launching a full-scale offensive on the police station.

Taking out her binoculars from her vantage point, Natsumi could see only one police officer standing guard at the door.

Police cadet, Ami Aoki stood guard silently at the entrance to Hito police station. She was barely nineteen and still under supervised training, which explained the decision by her superiors to leave her behind on that fateful night. A happy, caring sort of girl with a figure of a model, milky white skin and huge round brown eyes, she was simply a girl, many men found irresistible. Despite the attention men gave her, Ami was a conservative kind of girl who came from a respectable middle class background. Earlier that day, her boyfriend, a twenty-one year old art student from the local university had decided to stay the night in her dormitory. Ami hadn't yet given herself to a man, but this handsome, charming young artist was different and she planned to offer her 'cherry' to him that night and lose her virginity. It was this intention as well as her upcoming police exams that dominated Ami's thoughts that fateful night.

Now, she began to yawn slightly, it had been a long night, but Ami, always alert, clasped her heels together and waved a Japanese police salute at the two 'policewomen' that she saw approach her from the car park. In reality, the assault had begun.

As they neared the unsuspecting young policewoman, both the disguised Shokon henchwomen made their moves. One woman grabbed Ami by the arm, and another began hand-gagged her. Resistance was useless as she was methodically overpowered and frog marched out of sight by two more Shokon members who had emerged from hiding. Having secured the front of the building, the two fake policewomen, together with six more sisters, dressed in ninja style clothing, calmly, but quickly walked through the front door and into the large, open plan, enquiry office. At once, the two elderly male officers who had been manning the radio kits were gunned down by non-lethal darts fired from the purpose-made plastic pistols of the Shokon. Now with no time to lose, they proceeded into the central corridor.

Natsumi turned to her heavily armed disciples.

'Ok, everything so far has been a piece of cake. Split up as I told you and begin rounding up any uniformed policewomen that are still here. Remember, those two old men were the last of the male contingent, but don't get carried away, and most of all, don't make any noise or spoil the goods. Their uniforms need to be taken intact and so do they, which reminds me, they MUST also be of child bearing age.'

The eight or so Shokon then split up into teams of four. Natsumi's team headed down to the cell area, where as the other Shokon's began systemically searching the station's offices and rooms for potential prisoners and of course, uniforms. In the cell area, policewoman Mew Azama, began desperately trying to radio form help, but the station's telephone lines had been cut. She was not even the regular custody officer, but an ankle injury from a game of squash the day before had meant light duties for the next two weeks. So alone and unsure what to do anyway, she saw no alternative to raising her hands in surrender as Nasumi brutally snatched the cell keys from her waist to begin releasing the imprisoned Shokon members. As this was taking place, the disarmed policewoman was ordered to kneel on the floor and keep both hands on her head.

Upstairs the remaining squad of Shokon checked each room for occupants. For the most part, the station was empty as had been expected. Just then they caught a shadow of a female police officer sitting with her back to the inside door. Apparently, unaware of unfolding events with headphones on as she tapped way on Facebook, was twenty-six year old policewoman, Ayako Hara, who was a strange sight to see. She was heavily pregnant and wearing full police maternity uniform, identical to the standard uniform, except that she wore a dark blue maternity smock that was held together by gold coloured epaulettes, buttoned up onto the shoulders. A pretty girl, she had recently married her childhood sweetheart, her hair had been cut quite short to just above the shoulders as was the Japanese tradition for pregnant women. It had also been bleached to a light hazelnut colour and had clearly been permed quite recently. Pretty, pregnant and distracted, she simply unable o resist the uncomfortable scarf gag that one of the Shokon members put in her mouth as a gun was held rather menacingly to her pretty head.

The Shokon then grinned as they glanced down at the policewoman's pregnant tummy.

'Been a naughty girl with one of the neighbours, have we little sweet lips? '

With that, the policewoman's her headphones were pulled off and the confused mother-to-be, keeping a protective hand on her pregnant tummy, was escorted way to the chapter's vehicle, a disguised removals van. As she was loaded on to it, she was quickly joined by two more subdued, gagged and blindfolded policewomen.

Natsumi then marched purposely to the police control room and took in the deployment details of the officers. There were four carrier van details in total, three male, and one female. In her most official sounding voice, Natsumi radioed the female police carrier 'Officers to collect refreshments at 7-11 shop on Tokyo Highway. Please arrive sharply in twenty minutes. At this Natsumi , using her encrypted phone radioed her back up team of six sisters to enter the all-night 7-11 store.

Ten minutes earlier:

7-11, 24 hour convenience store, Tokyo Highway

The two, teenaged, female 7-11 clerks had no chance of coping with the speed of the Shokon attack. Quickly the Shokon vaulted over the counter and applied chloroform soaked rages to their faces as they collapsed in a heap on the floor. Dragging them quickly into the stock room, their attackers momentarily stopped as they bent down to remove the clerks white trainers, blue jeans and green 7-11 jumpers, leaving the two young women mmming in their cheap underwear through their gags and masking tape.

A few minutes later, five exhausted young policewomen entered the store to collect their now drugged refreshments. Once back at the police carrier van, it didn't take long for them to feel the effects of the potion. One by one they lost consciousness and soon were slumped motionless across the van's seats, like sleeping angels. Quickly the Shokon entered the van and pulled down all the shutters. There was no time to lose as each policewoman was stripped down to her underwear and pantyhose, indeed, in some cases, the forgetful Shokon's even needed to remove the policewomen's pantyhose to complete the disguise, it was simply a matter for each Shokon member as some were less squeamish about taking the pantyhose than others. As this unusual opera of disrobing was taking place, the van's suspension rocked back and to with the weight of so many women climbing, changing and of course, being stripped. Then they were transferred to the same removals van that had seen action at Hito police station. It was a truly breath taking sight for Natsumi as she watched the unconscious policewomen being forced into the groups' van. But the night wasn't over, the Shokon 'policewomen' had an important job to do at the local hospital, where as Natsuma's team would now need to head back to the hideout in order to strip and process the women officers taken from Hito Police Station. Now with more than a dozen police uniforms in their possession, any target was within their reach.


5am, Hito General Hospital.

Five women in stolen police uniforms entered via a back door and proceeded to Ward Z in the research block. Their mission was different to that of the others. Instead of kidnapping policewomen or government officials, their task was to steal a vital formula that would render any fertile young woman pregnant and ready for childbirth in just a matter of weeks, not months.

As they approached the ward, Shokon members slipped past the unmanned nurses' station and quietly crept into the nursing common room. All five nurses are sound asleep, sprawled out a number of futon mattresses on the shiny, tiled floor. As the shokon members bent down they applied a chloroform soaked rag to each nurse's mouth and nose.

'Mmph…mmph…mmph' they moaned as one by one they succumbed to the chemical. The Shokon then began stripping each nurse for her uniform. Firstly, the white, sling-back shoes, followed by the unbuttoning and removal of the traditional white nursing dress and finally the cap. Then, something many Shokon had not done before… they removed the white pantyhose of each nurse. After all, the tights were part of the strict nursing uniform and bare legs were likely to raise the alarm, quite literally. So, as some Shokon changed out of their police uniforms into the very different nursing ones, a couple remarked how uncomfortable and even unpleasant wearing another woman's pantyhose felt. The fact that the nurses had been wearing them for more than twelve hours meant their apparent moistness wasn't imaginary nor was the faint, musky odour originating from them. When this was finished, the unconscious nurses were then sat up straight and tied together in a bundle, being given separate gags and see-through masking tape as foot bonds. They were quite a sight in their bare feet and matching white cotton underwear.

Now, the freshly disguised Shokon proceeded to the research laboratory, calmly shooting a number of unsuspecting male security guards on the way with non-lethal darts on the way. Less than five minutes later they had arrived at their destination and explosive charges were set to the main lab door and exploded. The women were in.

Inside, Natsumi grabbed as instructed by Regina, a file entitled 'Genesis Cloning'. With this file, together with its formula in their possession, the fake nurses quickly made their way back out to their newly stolen camper van.

'Mission completed' Natsumi texted to her boss as the Shokon made their way back to the hideout.

One hour later

Upon arrival at the shokon temple, the triumphant, but very tired team shared their stories with the other Shokon members.

Meanwhile Natsumi was in deep conversation with Rika.

'First the good news, we have no fewer than eight prisoners. From what we can see, the uniforms were all taken in good condition. As far as the women are concerned they all look fit, healthy and seem strong enough to begin any procedure. There is a funny coincidence, one of the policewomen we captured is heavily pregnant already. Do we release her or what'?

Rika shook her head in refusal.

'No, a natural childbirth will be very similar to the procedure that we shall administer to the others. We also need to have experienced mothers among them. They can help by giving emotional support to the younger policewomen as they go through the various stages of pregnancy. Later, they can give help to support to the young mothers during labour and after the baby arrives. As far as this young woman is concerned, I want everything recorded, it will damage the morale of the police service to know that one of their own is being forced to have her baby with us and then raise it in captivity. This will be an excellent opportunity for revenge, after all, a number of associates were arrested and sentenced while 'with child'. Perhaps this will make them think about an exchange and paying a higher ransom'.

Rika carried on talking to her deputy.

'Natsumi, where are my manners? Thanks for your efforts tonight at the hospital. We've been looking for this medical procedure for months. The other week one of our agents paid a million US Dollars for information that the research was almost ready and being finalized at Hito General Hospital'.

'So, what's so special about it'? Rika inquired.

'Well, this procedure will allow us all to be get off spring through surrogates. One-half of the genes will come from the natural mother and the rest from us, thus removing any input from men. Additionally, the procedure timescale is different. Within hours of conception, the embryo begins to grow, thus giving the host carrier the look of being seven months pregnant. After that, the final two months are normal, as will be the childbirth. The most encouraging thing about this process is that because the pregnancy only lasts for two months', the host carrier can produce as many as six babies each year. This will ensure the Shokon can mass-produce its members and fill our now empty ninja training school with the 'perfect ninja'.

Natsumi shook her head in astonishment.

'So we are in-effect, about to create a clone army based on ourselves?'

Rika, nodded back to confirm the theory to her colleague:

'And yes, the procedure is so simple. The syrup or tablet containing the formula and our own genes can be drank, added to food or in some cases pushed high into the woman's …, well you get it! In other words, Natsumi, we can't go wrong, we are only limited by the fertility of our prisoners'.

'Anyway, after tonight's operation, I'm afraid we might have caused too much attention, so we'll lay low in our temple for a couple of months'. Gesturing towards a mock up plan of a JAL 747, Natsumi knew her leader was already planning her next move. Although she was quite insane, there was still something so very compelling about this madwoman, Natsumi thought to herself. But now she had other things to attend to, not least examining the human merchandise that had been captured that evening. All of the captured policewomen needed to be examined and assessed for suitability. It was going to be a long night, but for the first time, the advantage was with the Shokon.

Taking the journey through the prisoners' holding area, she first observed the five underwear-clad policewomen who had been drugged outside the 7-11. Lying on a number of makeshift futon beds, they were all quite pretty, Natsumi thought to herself as she watched each woman being given smelling salts to arouse them. As they awoke from their slumber, the Shokon carried them by the shoulder to a more sterile looking part of the room and began stripping them of their remaining police issue pantyhose and white and pink underwear. Then, one of the shokon henchwomen pulled out a medical divider as if to shield the naked policewomen's dignity. Having seen enough, Natsumi walked past another room, just in time to see another policewoman, completely in the nude being weighed and measured by her captors. Another young captive who was also naked was sitting down having her feet measured and toes examined, presumably for uniform sizing later.

Now, Rika's deputy arrived at her intended destination. It was the nineteen year old policewoman Ami Aoki's turn for stripping and processing. Calmly, the captured teenaged policewoman handed over her tunic, hat and tie. She had a fearful look on her face and defeat in her eyes. Next, she handed over her white police blouse and unzipped her long and heavy skirt all the way to the floor. By now, she obeyed without delay an instruction to lie flat on a medical gurney. Almost instantly, Ami's black police issue court shoes were slipped off her tired feet by one of the older guards. Natsumi couldn't help but notice the sheer beauty of Ami's tiny feet, so tightly encased in her flesh coloured police pantyhose. They were of course, a little scented, like spilt vinegar, but given the fourteen hours or so she had been standing, who could blame her? Next, the pantyhose was slowly removed by the caressing, gentle hands of the Shokon.

'Ssh, don't worry pretty police girl. A girl as beautiful as you shouldn't have a care in the world. Come on now, gently lift up for me, that's it, let's get these dirty, sticky tights off your sore, weary feet and into the tumble washer, shall we now'? Teased one of the older Shokon who had taken a special interest in this beautiful young policewoman.

Pretty Ami could do nothing but keep her eyes tightly closed. Now, she was gently pulled up off the gurney mattress as her black laced bra was unclipped and tugged off. As her expensive under garment was removed, the stricken teenager felt a powerful waft of cold air tingle her newly exposed nipples like ice on skin. Then a moment later, her Burberry knickers were peeled off as casually as a hungry monkey would yank off the peel of a banana. Now, in all her glory, the nineteen years old Ami, lay completely nude as a shokon medical specialist opened up her most sacred treasure with her prying fingers, aided by a small, shinning torch. As she did, it didn't take long to notice the intact condition of Ami's hymen, identifying the young policewoman as a virgin.

Ami felt complete shame, but also much anger.

'What business is it of theirs she asked herself, time and time again'.

Now, her examination was complete and she was dressed in white knickers, a white full slip, white coloured laced up sandals and sheer flesh coloured tights that were easily able to highlight the detail of Ami's attractive legs and red- varnished toenails. She then finished redressing as she was forced to dress into a blue, shapeless smock with one large central pocket at the lower front. Ami was then led away and placed in her forbidding cell to sleep until the next morning.

Satisfied, Natsumi now joined the processing room of eight months pregnant Ayako Hara. She was of course, the most vulnerable of the prisoners, sobbing to be released by her mystery kidnappers, while at the same time, the mother-to-be was careful not to do anything that would make her baby kick out. After realising her pleading was useless, she began undressing by kicking out her heels and stepping out of her shoes, then she continued by unfastening her epaulettes that kept her police maternity smock in place. As this was gently pulled off her body by two, intense looking Shokon members, the policewoman began to close her eyes in despair. Next, came the white police blouse and maternity bra, Ayako was allowed to remove those herself, then she too, was gestured to lie on a gurney. As she did, one of the Shokon delighted in pulling off the policewoman's tights and strawberry patterned white knickers, together, both at the same time. A quick examination with an ultra sound device confirmed the baby was well. Indeed, the sight of her baby made young Ayako weep silently to herself. This was followed by sitting Ayako up as one of the Shokon rubbed Ayako's pregnant belly to assess her condition as well as peering up and in between her legs to ensure the birth canal was large enough to withstand a successful birth. She and the baby were found to be healthy and on schedule for her due date in two weeks' time. Then the emotionally wrecked policewoman was sat up again and forced to re-dress in a uniform identical to other prisoners, except she wore a maternity version with an elasticated midsection that seemed to shorten the length of the smock and make her look even more pregnant than her 8.5 months suggested. In short, her tummy now resembled an over-sized balloon that was waiting to pop. Surely, it would not be long before this helpless young policewoman experience motherhood, albeit enforced while in captivity.

Natsumi had now seen enough. Her orders were her orders and she could also see the value in having the prisoners, if only for propaganda purposes, if even the cloning programme failed. She yawned and slowly walked back upstairs to her bed. It had been a long but glorious day for Natsumi, and the Shokon.

Chapter 4

The next morning was a busy time for the shokon. The high number of prisoners was putting considerable strain on their resources. In total, there were ten policewomen prisoners to see. This took time, but by the middle of the afternoon, each woman had been stripped and examined and fitted back into their tight and underwear. It was Natsumi's task to oversee the prisoners, so she now read back her findings along with the interrogation and medical examination reports as she walked back down to the dungeons.

1. Renko Mitsu: 37 years old. Mother of two, divorced. Suitable for use as a host body.
2. Aki Osaki: 25 years old. Mother of one, married. Suitable for use as a host body.
3. Mew Azama: 27 years old. Single, but has had an abortion as a teenager.
Marginal, may need extra care.
4. Ami Aoki: 19 years old. Single and a virgin. Psychologically may not be ready for motherhood at this stage. Will require increased sedation and possibly an operation to widen her birth canal.
5. Ayako Hara: 26 years old. Married. Pregnant already with first child. Emotionally unstable since capture. May require close monitoring. Suggest along with Ami, Aoki, is confined to sickbay for more extensive care and supervision.

Although there were five more policewomen to assess, Natsumi was running out of time so was unable to read off all the data for the remaining five. However, it was so fascinating how easily these women had found their roles reversed. One minute they were fearsome, uniformed police officers, but the next minute, they were humble playthings of the shokon, confined indefinitely. Natsumi shook her head in both astonishment and satisfaction at how easily things had been so far. With this knowledge, she reached the prisoners' reception room to address the captured police officers and make her rules very clear.

'Good morning ladies. I have some very inconvenient news for you all. You are now the prisoners of the shokon. You have been targeted because you are agents of the Japanese government and you should all consider yourselves POWs until such a time that you are released. Your release will be through prisoner exchange and ransom from your government. This however, will come much later and will depend on a number of factors. In the meantime you shall help us with a number of different scientific and medical experiments. This explains why most of time you shall wear hospital gowns as well as prisoner uniforms during your time in our care'. You shall find that cooperating in this matter is your only option and shall help to ensure that you are well treated while in captivity.

Natsumi continued issuing her rules of confinement:

'You shall each be woken in early in the morning, then given a light breakfast. Following this you will all use the communal shower and brush your teeth. Once you have dried off, you will be made to redress in your daytime uniform of light grey panties, full slip and grey prison gown. Your legs and feet must be covered In pantyhose at all times, except when you are in your bedtime uniform. Once you are redressed you will be taken to the laundry room to repair and iron our clothes and later you will be made to clean the floor and do as further directed by the shokon. In the afternoons, you will either be returned to your cell or be taken to receive a medical examination or other form of physical activity. As part of your custodial care, we shall allocate an individual shokon member to you and they will monitor your 'progress'.

'But this is enough for now. Now, it is time for you to change into your bedtime uniform'.

The police officers looked horrified, yet all their strength had already deserted them. After all, except for the pregnant Ayako, all been sedated before being subjected to an intense and painful physical examination. Yet they still seemed dignified in just their tights and underwear. But, now the women had been told to strip once more.

This time the shivering young women moved quickly as if out of routine as they handed over their remaining tights and underwear. However, this time the shokon went further by forcing the captives to hand over their personal jewellery as well. Indeed none of the policewomen were allowed to keep even the most basic items such as their spectacles, hair clips and even contact lenses that were worn by most of the policewomen ended up in the hands of the shokon. Once this was complete, each woman was then examined once more, but this time at close quarters. Then the gloating guards chucked each woman a pair of cream coloured panties and white spotted hospital gown. These were eagerly accepted by the prisoners as were a set of short white ankle socks and open pair of white coloured 'ward' slippers. As this latest humiliation finished, the women were taken back to their cells in order to be sedated and prepared for bedtime.

In the meantime, Ayako was taken into a private room and re-assured that the medical facilities of the shokon were able to take care of both her and her baby, whenever it was due to arrive. The guards also pointed out how much control they now had over her and her unborn baby and that the young policewoman's only choice was to cooperate and become a 'model prisoner' and example for the others.

With that, the women were escorted back to their individual cells as Natsumi finished preparing their weekly timetable. After all, the prisoners would need to be kept busy during their extended stay with the shokon.

Part 5

Almost a month had passed since the formula was stolen from Hito Hospital. Now Natsumi had been summoned by Rika to discuss the next part of the plan.

'Natsumi, despite your best efforts in securing the cloning potion, in its existing form it just won't work. We need a scientist to achieve stability before we can start impregnating the police officers with our female seed. There is, I believe, a certain Doctor who can help us modify the procedure. Her name is Doctor Unzi Khan, a Pakistani national, who is presently wanted by at least fourteen governments and charged with medical war crimes in various conflicts across the globe. She had been working on the possibility of growing clones in 'third party' bodies for some time now and is acknowledged as a world leader in her research.

'Hmm', Natsumi muttered out loud

'Does this mean we can get started on impregnating the policewomen?

'Oh, yes' Rika replied,

'But first we need to get her to work on the formula and carry out some tests. Remember, not getting it right the first time, can be expensive. Natsumi, I can't begin to tell you the implications of this, we would become a 'clone to order' factory. We could name our price!'

'But there is one more thing Natsumi. I am the oldest shokon here and as the leader, it is I who should be the first to receive a clone or artificially created off spring, so I want the recently captured 'virgin' policewoman called Ami to carry my babies. The next surrogate can be yours'.

Natsumi was impressed, but pointed out that the first problem was finding the' lady Doctor'.

'Oh, no need' came the reply, 'she's presently on the 7:03am from Tokyo to Osaka bullet train under the armed guard of two female police detectives. Carriage 15B, to be exact'. '

So do you want me there and how…?' asked Natsumi.

'Oh no, actually I've let Mika and her team handle it, as a matter of fact, they should be beginning their move about now'. Natsumi sighed with disappointment. She hated Mika. Mika was at times brutal and always unpredictable. But Natsumi, loyal as ever, bowed her head and left Rika to her thoughts.

7:10am, just outside Osaka on the bullet train, the food gallery just outside carriage 15B.

'ssh, ssh little angel, no don't fight, there's a good girl… that's right, time to get your beauty sleep, off you go now, my beauty' Mika mockingly whispered as she began to loosen her sleeper grip on the now unconscious young train stewardess.

She dragged the girl, who looked no older than twenty, by the back of her collar into the empty crew room. After removing the young woman's red jacket and same coloured cravat, Mika began systemically unbuttoning the red patterned white uniform blouse and red skirt, then both were slid off in one manoeuvre, now Mika knelt down to unlace and yank off the black knee-high leather boots that contained the young woman's shapely legs and hot, sweating feet. The stewardess could keep her black tights on, thought Mika, after all the job wouldn't take more than a few minutes and taking this girl's uniform was hardly a prize on the grand scale of overpowering a policewoman or stripping a flight attendant. So, the psychopathic Mika now redressed in the stewardesses' uniform, throwing as she did, a small brown travel blanket at her fallen prey. At a least when she wakes up, she'll be able to finish preparing those seafood sandwiches, laughed Mika as she imagined an embarrassed stewardess serving coffee in just her skimpy underwear. Now, her mood changed as she solemnly began knocking on Doctor Khan's carriage door. Almost at once, a young but determined looking female police detective answered the door

'Sorry 'snapped the first female detective in an irritated manner
'We didn't order anything stewardess'

'So sorry, but these are with the compliments of the railway board' replied a bowing Mika, trying hard to look convincing.

Just a second later, Mika heard the unmistakable sound of the door's mechanism unlocking. What then happened next was over in a spilt second. One sharp drop kick to the chest rendered the first policewoman instantly unconscious, the next one didn't do much better as she found herself on the receiving end of three, four, five neck chops, before falling to the floor, in an understandable unconscious heap. Mika wasn't the Shokon's finest warrior for nothing.

'My dearest Doctor Khan, do not be alarmed, we will soon be working on the same side. You see, we have mutual enemies and mutual passions'. Now, if you don't mind, I think we'll get out of here much more smoothly if I look more like one of them as she pointed to one of the unconscious policewomen'.

A noticeably impressed Dr Khan remained silent as she watched Mika strip the female detective out of her black and white trouser suit, leaving her in nothing but a white vest, tight cream coloured knickers and sheer black knee- highs nylons. With that both women left the carriage as Mika smashed the emergency stop button. Jumping off the slowing train, they instantly saw the Shokon four wheel drive that would take them to the gang's hideout. Perfect timing, even Nasumi would have to admit that!
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Chapter 5

1 am in the morning in Rika's office.

'Ah, good morning Dr. Khan, so glad you could make it, please be seated. You know Doctor, I am a great admirer of your work. As you may have heard your little creation the 'Alpha Syrup' was stolen the other day and well…it might be stolen, but it isn't lost'. We can now clone ourselves without the need for men or any obscene sexual act. Women can now become simple 'handmaidens' and serve our Order as a way of life.

Dr Khan took off her glasses. She was an ugly, unpleasant woman whose medical research masked an unsettling hatred of women. She was fifty years of age, fat and wore large old-fashioned glasses. When she did speak it was with a heavily accented Pakistani voice, but still understandable enough to be sharp and unpleasant.

'Now listen here' She began.

'I can make all the adjustments you require, so converting young women into host carriers won't be a problem' she cackled evilly. The question is money, how much will I get and how many patients will I have?.

'Hmm' muttered Rika, 'you worry about the science… we'll get you your money and give you unlimited access to your research through our 'patients' . If you want more women, just ask and we'll get as many more as you need. At that, they both smiled and toasted to the future. As they did the phone rang Rika's office.

'I'm sorry Dr Khan, but I have to go now, it would seem one of our captive policewomen is about to give birth. We've been waiting for this for some time now. Such a propaganda coup. I really think you should see the birth and at the same time you can assess the facilities that we have in the medical wing of our dungeons' Now, excitedly both women took a private lift directly down to the dungeons to witness the absolute humiliation of an innocent pregnant young policewoman.

Two hours' earlier in the cell area.

Pregnant young policewoman Ayako Hara woke up with a fright. Lifting the grey bed sheet and looking down she could see that her water had broken and was dripping down her legs and onto to her Shokon issued white night socks. In some way, she felt relieved, perhaps now they'll let her go home to her husband and she could live her life with her baby happily ever after she thought? Then confusion and fear came into her mind, deciding to keep the shortening contractions as secret as long as possible without raising the attention of the guards. But after two hours or so the pain had become almost unbearable as Ayako began to cry in agony as the baby's kicking and contractions reached breaking point for this beautiful young woman, all alone and at the mercy of her female captors. But now, she simply had no choice but to bang on the cell door to attract the guard's attention with her medical emergency.

'Please help, I'm having my baby, help me, please I'll do anything, but I need you help me to have my baby now'

At once both guards ran to the cell and opened it with their keys. Looking down at the distressed, arched over policewoman, they lay Ayako down flat on her Spartan prison bed and quickly slid down her Shokon issued white cotton knickers to look under under the black spotted white night gown. Sure enough, something truly magical, yet so natural was happening inside this young policewoman's body. Just a few moments later, Ayako was strapped to a gurney and pushed past the other cells that were now noisy with a mixture of anger and excitement. With the pain now unbearable, Ayako felt great personal shame as she reached out and grabbed the hand of one of the guards, beginning as she did to take long deep breaths for the duration of the short trip to the delivery room. The helpless young woman was then lowered onto a sterile delivery table. At once, she was stripped naked by two guards from her white prisoner socks to night dress. Then what happened next would humiliate Ayako and her colleagues forever. One the guards opened a carrier bag and placed Ayako's policewoman's hat on a table by her bed. Next Ayako was redressed in her police uniform and original underwear, minus her shoes and maternity smock. With a video camera in the corner, the Shokon's intentions were now clear … to film the birth with Ayako in her uniform to cause as much humiliation as possible to the Japanese police service and show the extent of their control over her.

So it began as one of the henchwomen injected the labouring policewoman in the groin with birth-inducing medication to both encourage childbirth and to ease the pain of her ordeal..

'Shh now, our beautiful, pregnant princess, little Ayako will be getting her baby tonight' taunted one of the Shokon guards as another began singing a patronizing lullaby song to the agonised prisoner.

'Come on now, gently lift up your feet, we're here to help you. That's it, now let me take a hold of them. Now, beautiful, start pushing your gorgeous feet against my hands.'

Ayiko obeyed, as she did she could feel the warmth of the female ninja's hands softly grip her exhausted feet, still so tightly and smartly encased in police issue pantyhose.

Pushing, squeezing, moaning, screaming and repeatedly, the young policewoman tried so hard to speed up a safe delivery as she hated the thought of lying naked in front of them. For her, nothing could be more humiliating than been forced to bare her whole body for her kidnappers.

'Ssh, be a brave girl Ayako' mocked the same guard as she dabbed and soaked the hot and exhausted policewoman's forehead with a cold flannel. But another guard held her hand and allowed Ayako to squeeze it in line with the quickening contractions .… then:

'Arrgh' and the final breaking of Ayako's remaining water, this signalled the onset of childbirth. Instantly, one of the guards stripped off Ayako's sweat soaked police blouse and white coloured maternity bra that had been hiding her huge, swollen, milky breasts.

'Ok, now push Ayako, push, push, take deep breaths, you can do it. Be a brave girl. Ayako now cried out in agony as the birth of her first child reached its final stages.

'Ok, good girl, nearly there, now just wait while I just take your knickers and tights off' Said one of the guards.

As Ayako felt her tights and panties being shimmied off her legs and feet, she felt one of the female guard's huge hands make direct contact with her hot, sweating feet. 'Give it one last effort for your baby, push, push, push think about your baby, come on, you're going to make a beautiful mother, Ayako' encouraged yet another guard.

'But I don't want my baby born into captivity' she begged.
'I'll do anything, work for your gang if I have too' she whimpered.

'Just let me keep my baby, I beg you'.

'Oh, come now my dear, just be a brave girl, now spread your legs as wide as they can and push as hard as you possibly can, come on, come on, yes! We can see your baby now, keep pushing, sweet heart, that's right, keep going for the camera'.

Suddenly, the room seemed to fill with joy as the unmistakable sound of a newborn baby crying bellowed around the room. Now, a hot, sweating and exhausted young policewoman opened her eyes in sheer delight to see her beautiful, healthy little girl for the first time. A few seconds later she began breast-feeding for the first time but only after the oldest Shokon guards had gently prodded and squeezed her breasts to encourage the flow of milk. The baby was now in the arms of a beautiful and loving young mother, but born in captivity to an imprisoned young policewoman and recorded forever on camera.

Within minutes of the birth, the videotape was carefully edited to remove any clues about the masked Shokon members. Then an exhausted and tearful Ayako looked into the camera and read a note thanking the Shokon for helping to bring her child into the world. The videotape was sent to various press agencies and uploaded onto greatesload.com, where there were more than 500,000 downloads in Japan in one day alone Ayako had been made to read that notice, but as she lay there naked on top of the bed, breast feeding her new arrival, what was she to do? Her place was here with her baby. As a willing prisoner, she would now only do whatever the Shokon wanted and nothing less.

Meanwhile, Rika and the evil Dr. Khan began planning their next move.

To be continued …