The Return of the Shokon (as posted at Deviantart)

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Return of the Shokon
by ~ssnth

Book II

The Return of the Shokon

In the five years since their greatest triumph on the island of Yoron, things had not gone well for the Shokon Society. Each group or chapter as they preferred to be known had been hounded by the police and outlawed by the government. Of the original fifty or so independent chapters, only a handful remained. Ironically, the actual group that carried out the raid that day had remained almost intact and could still boast around forty or so members. It was now the most powerful of the clans. '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 nuns. 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 centre for the Shokon operatives.

Now, it was 7pm in the evening and all Shokon members met 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, she continued 'I ask you this, sisters, who are this corrupt Govt.?' 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 be police, health professionals, flight attendants or simple store clerks, they are all legitimate targets and with some of them in our own dungeons we can start to fight back or even force the govt. to negotiate'. 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! '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 tatty 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'.

Location: Hito High School, down town, Fuiji.

'Goodbye officers' The students shouted at their two school liaison officers. It was now 3pm and the two women made their way back to their tiny Mini-plato in the school cark park. The eldest, Renko Mitsu was thirty-seven years old, divorced and a mother of two teenagers. Her partner, Aki Osaki , 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 her maternity leave. Like most recent mums, her duties were light and school liaison officer was an ideal position for her. Now all she wanted to do was to go home and breast feed her new baby 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.

As the chatting policewomen reached their mini-plato , they were approached by three youngish to middle aged females all wearing darkened tracksuits and sunglasses. 'oh, hello officers' politely spoke the first of the Shokon. 'We were wondering if you could help us with a school project we have?' Puzzled, the smiling policewomen nodded, 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 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'.

Of course, 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 Japan. But the police didn't 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. With two of their own 'under threat' the local police stations would empty their offices of personnel, in particular the robust male officers. 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 starred at the two trembling policewomen.

Of course, they would come to no harm but their uniforms were needed by the Shokon and they would now be prisoners of the Chapter. Natsumi took Renko, the elder policewoman sharply by the arm and led her into a small, sound proofed cell room. 'Ok, you have a choice. Either strip to your underwear now or I'll get one of my more matronly colleagues to do it for you. Come on, its only cotton, hardly worth fighting over is it'? Renko, in all her fifteen years of service had never been so afraid. First, the cap and dark tunic were handed over as was the 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 shoes and slid off her heavy dark blue skirt. Finally, came the light blue shirt, but that didn't seem to matter anymore, now she almost seemed in denial of her situation. There Renko stood, in only her white, frilly slip, flesh coloured pantyhose and white bra. 'Here put these on' Natsumi ordered as the policewoman slid into a baggy, patterned night dress. The nightie was dreadful, like something a grandmother would wear. Then a pair of open white sandals were gladly appreciated by Renko as the floor seemed freezing cold. At this, she was led away to a holding cell to be properly stripped and processed by other Shokon members.

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 loose the uniform, now' Natsumi barked. At this the stern, but obviously afraid policewoman stripped down to her pantyhose and matching underwear. Her shoes were also handed over without resistance as she stood facing her captors. Natsumi couldn't help but tease about the seemingly unnaturally large size of Aki's breasts. 'Oh, breastfeeding' She whispered in a catty, judgemental way. This would explain the damp feel to the bra as well as the mild smell of stale breast milk coming from inside the cups. Natsumi though, decided to show some compassion 'Listen, we'll arrange a manual pump to be sent to your cell. At least this way, you won't be in any unnecessary discomfort'. At this Aki, fell to her knees 'Why couldn't she just be allowed home' she sobbed as she was made to redress in a nightie and pair of sandals.

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

It was 4am and raining heavily outside Hito police station. Some hours earlier nearly all of the station's thirty or so officers left en-mass in police carrier vans. Their intended destination would be Matsu Forest, where they would be looking hopelessly for two of their fellow officers, who were of course not even there. The Shokon plan of deception had worked, now 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.

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 that fateful night. A happy, caring sort of girl with a figure of a model, milky white skin and huge dark brown eyes, she was simply a girl, many men found irresistible. Despite the attention men gave her, Ami was a conservative kind of her girl. 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. It had been Ami's first time with a man and all day she walked around all day with a spring heel in her step. She had told no one at work of course, but had phoned her mum. It was the best thing to do and later she would be meeting her at the pharmacy later that day, just to make sure nothing unplanned would come about from the encounter.

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

As they neared the unsuspecting young policewoman, both Shokon made their moves. One grabbed Ami by the arm, another began hand gagging 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 entered the front door 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. Proceeding into the central corridor, Natsumi turned to her 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.

The eight or so Shokon 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 phone for 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. Upstairs the remaining squad of Shokon checked each room for occupants. Just then they caught a glimpse of a female officer sitting with her back to the inside door. Apparently, unaware of events with headphones on as she tapped way on Facebook, twenty-six year old policewoman Ayako Hara was a strange sight to see. Heavily pregnant and in full police maternity uniform, identical to the standard uniform, except for a dark blue smock. She carried on tapping without a care in the world. A pretty girl, her hair had been cut quite short to just above the shoulders as was the Japanese tradition for pregnant women. Her hair had also been bleached to a light hazelnut colour and had clearly been permed quite recently. She simply had no answer to the uncomfortable hand gag one of the Shokon members put around her. 'Been busy, have we?' the Shokon taunted as she stared at the policewoman's pregnant tummy, which resembled an inflated beach ball. With that, her headphones were pulled off as she was escorted to the Chapter's vehicle, a disguised removals van and loaded on with the other two 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.

The two, teenaged, female 7-11 clerks had no chance of coping with the speed of the 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 white trainers, blue jeans and green 7-11 jumpers were removed, leaving the two young women mmming in their cheap underwear though their gags and binds as two Shokon members dressed casually in their uniforms.

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. 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, in deed, in some cases, the forgetful Shokon's even needed to remove the pantyhose to complete the disguise. The van's suspension rocked back and to with the weight of so many women climbing, changing and of course, being undressed. Then the underwear clad policewomen were transferred to the same removals van that had seen action at Hito police station. It was a truly breath taking sight for Natsumi. 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 enter via a back door and proceed to Ward Z in the research block. Approaching the ward, Shokon members slip past the unmanned Nurses' station and quietly creep into the Nursing common room. Five nurses are asleep, sprawled out a number of futon mattresses on the shiny, tiled floor. Bending down the members each applies a chloroform soaked rag to each nurse's mouth and nose. 'Mmm…mmm…mm' they moan as one by one they succumbed to the chemical. At this the Shokon begin stripping each nurse for her uniform. Firstly, the white, sling-back shoes, nursing dress and 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. As some Shokon changed out of their police uniforms into the nursing ones, a couple remarked how uncomfortable 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. The nurses were then sat up straight and tied together in a bundle, being given separate gags and foot bonds. They were quite a sight in their bare feet and matching white underwear.

Now, the freshly disguised Shokon proceeded to the research Lab., calmly shooting a number of unsuspecting male security guards with non-lethal darts on the way. Having got there in less than two minutes, explosive charges were set to the main lab door and BANG! The women were in. Grabbing, as Natsumi instructed, a file entitled 'Genesis Cloning' 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.

Upon arrival, the triumphant, but very tired team shared their stories with the other Shokon. Meanwhile Natsumi was in deep conversation with Rika. 'Natsumi, we've been looking for this medical procedure for months. The other week one of our agents paid a million Yen for information 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 enable its owners to copy any human form, down to the tiniest toe nail. With it we no longer need disguises; we can kidnap and replace whoever we like. Let me explain how it works… An ovary is removed from the host's womb, and then it is injected with the Alpha syrup. The ovary is replaced back in the womb and grows naturally. As the Alpha variant is 'neutral' any off spring simply copies the DNA code of the woman, thus giving a perfect match. Indeed, the clone will even have the same memories as the victim, yet can be easily programmed by ourselves to carry out our will'. 'Hmm' Natsumi muttered 'but won't that mean waiting a lifetime for the clones to be ready?' 'No, Natsumi and this is the brilliant part. Each victim or host produces the clones within a time scale of around two weeks from fertilization to 'hatching' and the clone itself grows quickly in stages, shredding skin at a high metabolical speed. In short our clones could be ready in less than a month to completely assume the identities of those they have replaced. Of course, we can also sell the formula and procedure to the highest bidder as I hear the North Koreans will give us sanctuary and one hundred million dollars for its transfer. Still, there is no rush, Natsumi. After tonight's operation, I'm afraid we might cause 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.

Taking the journey through the prisoners' holding area, she first observed the five underwear clad policewomen who had been drugged and stripped outside the 7-11. They were beautiful things, Natsumi thought to herself as she watched each woman being given smelling salts to arouse them. At this point, the Shokon carried them by the shoulder to make-shift beds and began stripping them of their remaining police issue pantyhose and white and pink underwear. As a medical divider was placed in front of her, the policewomen were presumably about to begin some kind of intrusive and thorough examination, she thought. Next they would all be fitted with uniforms of a different kind. At this she walked past another room, just in time to see another policewoman in the nude being weighed on scales and measured by her captors.

Now she arrived at her intended destination. It was nineteen year old policewoman Ami Aoki's turn for stripping and processing. Calmly, the young woman handed over her tunic, hat and tie. She had a confused look on her face and defeat in her eyes. Next, she handed over her light blue police blouse and unzipped her long and heavy skirt to the floor. At this point she obeyed without delay an instruction to lie flat on a medical gurney. One in every four Shokon was a medical specialist, so examinations of this nature were quite within their ability. Next the shoes were removed. 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 she had been on her feet, who could blame her? Next, the pantyhose were slowly removed by the caressing gentle hands of the Shokon. Pretty Ami could do nothing but keep her eyes tightly closed. Then she was gently pulled up as her black laced bra was unclipped and removed. Finally, her Burberry knickers were peeled off as casually as a hungry monkey would remove the skin from off a banana. Now, in all her glory, nineteen year old Ami, lay completely nude as the medical specialist opened up her most sacred treasure with their fingers and small, shinning torch. As she did, it didn't take long to notice the blood and recent tearing to the hymen that had evidenced Ami's first sexual encounter with her boyfriend that morning. 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 Roman sandals and sheer white tights that were still neutral enough to highlight the detail of Ami's attractive legs and red varnished toe nails. This redressing was then finished off with blue, denim like smock, with one large central pocket at the lower front. Ami was the led away and placed in her forbidding cell.

Next, Natsumi joined the eight months pregnant Ayako Hara. She was of course, the most vulnerable of the prisoners, sobbing to be released by her mystery kidnappers. She began undressing by removing her shoes and unfastening her epaulettes that kept her police maternity smock in place. As this was gently pulled off her body by two, intense Shokon, the policewoman began to close her eyes, much like Ami had in the neighbouring cell. Next, came the blouse and maternity bra, Ayako was allowed to remove those herself, then she too, was gestured to lie on a gurney. At which point, one of the Shokon delighted in pulling off the policewoman's tights and blue knickers, together, both at the same time. A quick examination to make sure the baby was well, followed by an ultrasound scan, seemed to confirm all was well and on schedule for her due date in two weeks' time. Then the emotionally wrecked policewoman was sat up and made to 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.

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

Later…

More than two weeks had passed since the Alpha variant 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 can't possibly kidnap more than a few individuals for a month then replace them with our own clones. The authorities would soon start be get suspicious. 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 has perfected ways of getting DNA from potential targets without them realising it',. 'Hmm', Natsumi muttered out loud 'Does this mean we have found a more practical use for the policewomen'? 'Oh, yes' Rika replied, 'but first we need to get her to work on the Alpha syrup and carry out some tests. 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!' 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 signed 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, 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. Now, she dragged the girl, who looked no older than twenty, by the back of her collar into the crew room. After removing the young woman's red jacket and same coloured cravat, Mika began systemically unbuttoning the white uniform blouse and red skirt, then both were slide off in one manoeuvre, now Mika knelt down to unlace and yank off the black sensible shoes. The black tights she could keep, 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 scale of overpowering a policewoman or stripping a flight attendant. So, the psychopathic Mika redressed in the stewardesses uniform, throwing as she did, a small sized brown travel blanket in the direction of 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, while trying to cover herself with one, hopelessly small blanket.

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 'she snapped in an irritated manner 'we didn't order anything stewardess' 'So sorry, but these are with the compliments of the railway board' bowed Mika. With that, Mika heard the unmistakable sound of the door's mechanism unlocking. What then happened was over in a spilt second. One 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. With that both women left the carriage as Mika smashed the emergency stop button. Jumping off, 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!


1am 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'. 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 heavily accented, 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. I can also extract DNA easily from potential targets in fact anything from a nose bleed to used set of pantyhose is enough for my Alpha syrup to make an exact copy. The only thing I need is about six months of research time to make things fool proof and of course some willing ladies '.'Hmm' muttered Rika, 'you worry about the science… we'll worry about the women' 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 captured policewoman is about to give birth. We've been waiting for this for some time now. Such a propaganda coup!' she announced triumphantly.

Two hours' earlier in the cell area.

Tossing and turning, pregnant young policewoman Ayako Hara woke up with a fright. 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 came confusion and fear, deciding to keep the shortening contractions a secret for 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 sob slightly, then bang on the cell door to the guards 'please, please, help I'm having my baby, help, please, please ... er, ouch! Help me have my baby' At once both guards opened the cell, lay Ayako down and quickly glanced under her Shokon issued black spotted white night dress. The guards began by feeling for movements in her round, badly stretched tummy and examining beneath her knickers. Sure enough, something magical was happening inside this young policewoman's body. A moment later, Ayako was strapped down to a gurney and pushed passed the other cells that were now noisy with a mixture of anger and excitement. In desperation, Ayako grabbed and tightly squeezed the hand of one of the guards and began taking long deep breaths for the duration of the short trip to the delivery room. Then the helpless young woman was lowered onto a delivery table and stripped naked by the two guards of everything from her socks to her night dress. Then what happened was at first puzzling. 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 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.

Pushing, squeezing, moaning, screaming and again and again. 'Ssh, be a brave girl Ayako' mocked one of the guards as she dabbed and soaked her forehead with a cold, wet flannel. Another guard seemed more sympathetic 'You can do it, yes, you can do it.'Come on, count with me ... 1,2,3 push, that's it, there's a good girl' whispered the guard in a soothing, supportive tone. Yet another guard held and squeezed one of her pantyhosed covered feet … then' Arrgh', signalled the onset of birth. With that the shokon stripped off Ayako's sweat soaked police blouse and maternity bra that had been hiding her huge, swollen, milky breasts. Next her Shokon supplied knickers and police issue tights were pulled down to the knees as one of the larger guards took each of Ayako's pantyhose clad feet in her huge hands. 'Ok, now push Ayako, push, push, you can do it. Be a brave girl. At this, Ayako cried out in agony as the birth reached its final stages. 'Ok, good girl, nearly there, wait while I just take your knickers and tights off' As the guard did, Ayako felt the woman's hands make direct contact onto 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 mummy, Ayako'

'But I don't want my baby born into captivity' she begged.

'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' Suddenly, the room filled with joy as the unmistakable sound of a new born 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 one of the older 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, of course, had been made to read that notice, but as she lay there naked, breast feeding her oily, tiny new arrival, what was she to do? Her place was here with her baby. She could only do whatever the Shokon wanted and nothing less.

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


As Ayako and her baby were wheeled back to her prison cell, she was greeted with excited anxious looks from her former colleagues as they peered intensely through their cell hatch doors. None of the women dared to speak or show signs of support, in case it infuriated their brutal captors. In one cell, however, the mood was quite different. Ami Aoki, lay motionless on top of her dirty mattress bed, dressed in her Shokon issued night dress and white ankle socks. Motionless, except that she had for some time been gently rubbing her milky white tummy, in deep thought. She had vomited that morning; as a matter of fact she had vomited three mornings in a row and often felt faint during the shared shower in the morning. She knew in her heart that she must now 'be with child', especially as she was three days over her scheduled period cycle. She began imagining over and over, the one and only encounter that she had with her art student boyfriend. How magical and right it had been for Ami to show her love to him, but then her thoughts turned to frustration 'If only I hadn't got kidnapped before my mum and I could get to the pharmacy'. Then her thoughts turned evolved to even more worry 'Other nineteen year olds could make mistakes, now why, oh why, couldn't she just turn the clock back and why had she been kidnapped anyway? Couldn't they just have taken my uniform and left me tied up in the laundry room? Her thoughts now began imagining herself being paraded on TV by the Shokon with a nine month baby bump showing in her stomach. What would her parents, colleagues or boyfriend all think? Would he realise it was his baby or would they think Ami had succumbed to some form of Stockholm syndrome, or worse still, she had given herself to one of her captors? And should she tell the guards, when it was none of their business, especially as they would soon notice? She was the police officer not them. Why couldn't she just be allowed to go home and sort out this mess? But one thing was for certain, at nineteen, Ami didn't feel ready for motherhood yet. Now she closed her eyes and tried to escape this waking nightmare, thinking as she did of her beautifully decorated bedroom and her large Hello Kitty fluffy toys. How she missed them.

Just then as Ami closed her eyes, the cell doors clanked open as two butch looking Shokon guards entered the cell. One stood in front of her, while the other sat on her bed and began caressing her sock covered toes with her hands. 'Ami, Ami, listen, we're all rather worried about you my dear. You haven't eaten in days and since you've been here with us, you haven't asked to be fitted with a tampon like the other ladies.' The guard's tone was soft, gentle but highly patronising and made Ami feel like a disobedient child. The guard continued as she placed her other hand on Ami's breast 'You see, Ami, we like you very much, you're our beautiful little princess. Can you remember the night you were taken? Of course, you can. Well it was me who hand gagged you all the way to our hideout and it was also me who helped get you stripped. Do you remember your examination too? We found out so much about one another on that day, didn't we, sweet thing? Ami felt revolted at the thought. Just then, the door flung open and a medical gurney was wheeled into the room. 'Now, now dear, we can't have you keeping secrets can we? If you have a little 'bun in the oven' like your colleague had, then we want to find out'. Then a screaming Ami was strapped down into the gurney and wheeled off, slowly, towards one of the examination rooms.

Meanwhile, the next day, the evil Dr Khan had finished examining the remaining policewomen for clone host suitability. It had been an unpleasant affair with the short-tempered Doctor, who seemed to delight in detail. She found out of the ten prisoners, only six were suitable for the programme and more, fresh women would be needed. Rika knew what to do, an assault on either a police station or hospital would be doomed to defeat as it had already been done before. However the authorities had spent so much time and resources hunting the Shokon that security around the airport had been cut back. So now Rika put plan B into operation… the abduction of an entire flight crew to increase clone host numbers. The airline had been selected and the day was set for tomorrow. As ever, Natsumi and Mika briefed their teams and put the plan into operation.


10am, Osaka Highway on the way from the airport to the Four Seasons Hotel. The crew bus, contained four female flight attendants of JAL Airways continues its steady progress to destination in heavy snow and near zero visibility. Some twenty minutes ahead of the crew van, traffic policewoman, Yuki Amore, leaves her static traffic post to use the port cabin loo besides the road. She is a cheerful young girl who is looking forward to dating her American boyfriend for only the second time that night. Last time, they saw a movie, but to tonight she was being wined and dined at a new Italian restaurant, not a minutes' walk from her home. It was cold and snowy, but Yuki was dressed in the winter uniform of the Japanese traffic police – white plastic boots, white plastic mack, and a white plastic cover for over her blue hat. The rest of the uniform was the same as for the others, except covered by these extra winter items. She sat down on the toilet and soon finished relieving herself. As she stood up, she took time to flush the chain and open the door with her other hand without really looking in front of her. If she had, she would have noticed a menacing Mika grinning at her armed with a lump of chloroformed soaked cotton wool.'Mmm, mmm, mmm' then the soothing sounds of 'ssh, ssh, sweet dreams' as Mika finished what was perhaps the easiest overpowering of a target she had done in months. Waiting for nobody, Mika dragged the unconscious policewoman outside and loaded her into the back of a camper van. She didn't waste any time, quickly, yanking off the wet outer layers of Yuki's uniform. Then her standard uniform until she was bare, except for her white boots, underwear and pantyhose. Finally, Mika pulled off both boots. They slide down quite easily, no doubt being plastic and wet from the snow helped. Mika then felt the bottoms of Yuki's panty hosed feet. They were soaked with wet thought Mika. But in the freezing cold, they would have to come off too. At that, Mika slid the sleeping woman's hose down, over and off her feet, feet that Mika noticed were freezing cold and bright pink with frost damage. 'oh, well, You'll soon be off be off your feet for a living' Mika quietly joked to herself as she imagined the young policewoman's future at the Shokon. With that, she redressed in the stolen policewoman's uniform and quietly stepped out of the camper van. Next, she was positioned in the middle of the road as Yuki had been, waving her red traffic torch. Soon she would be stopping JAL crew Bus no. 0118 and with a little help from her team would be in possession of the occupants faster than a jumbo jet.


As Mika directed traffic the other three Shokon women looked on from inside their camper van. In the back was Yuki, stripped, tied and gagged, yet sleeping like a baby. Just then the crew bus came over the horizon. Mika sprang into action by directing it off the road into the lay-by where the gang's van was parked. Approaching the elderly male driver she identified herself as having been instructed to stop and detain the flight crew all as part of a routine smuggling investigation. Getting on the bus, she assured them that it was all routine and she simply needed witness statements from them. As procedure, she asked them to hand over any mobile phones that they were carrying. The flight attendants, all quite young in their early to middle twenties saw no reason to be alarmed, after all, this would happen quite often and they were all quite innocent. But handing their phones to Mika was their biggest mistake, as soon as the psychopathic Shokon had all of them in her possession she smashed her stolen police flashlight over the head of the driver, knocking him out cold. 'Right my beauties, up you get and bring your travel bags with you' Pointing them to the direction on the camper, Mika was now in full control. The flight attendants did not panic but were clearly shocked at what was happening, wondering whether this was a robbery or even a hijacking. Then opening the camper door, a loud scream came from one of the flight attendants as she witnessed the unconscious underwear clad body of the policewoman on the floor. Mika now lost all patience, she hated noise. Within seconds each flight attendant was grabbed by a Shokon member and injected in the neck by a tiny needle-sized syringe. A couple tried to struggle, but its effects soon forced each woman into a drug induced sleep. Looking over her fallen captives, Mika smiled with satisfaction. The whole job had gone so smooth now, now to the base. As Mika drove the Shokon jumped on the unconscious women like a pack of hungry wolves, completely stripping them into the nude, in one case, the head stewardess even had her engagement ring ripped off her finger (usually this done back at the base and under supervision), another had her ankle bracelet torn away and yet another would wake to find her false finger nails had been yanked off. That was the problem with Mika's team, they just took everything, much to Natsumi's disgust.

Meanwhile at the Shokon headquarters, the policewomen prisoners were all escorted out of their cells and taken to the common room. In front of them lay several boxes of what appeared to be clothes. 'OK ladies' Natsumi commanded softly 'As you probably know, winter is upon us, so now you begin wearing your winter uniforms, so start stripping'. The policewomen did, there was no use in resisting and after all, some were feeling beginning to feel institutionalised. Then the new uniform: cream coloured knickers, a long cream coloured slip with a frilly end, a pair of flesh coloured tights, a much warmer grey body smock and as most women appreciated, a long woolly matching grey cardigan that fitted smartly over the smock. The roman sandals were also replaced with white crocs – open at the front and with a sling back design at the back. Natsumi was very particular that no prisoner should have bare legs or be able to hide anything in her shoes, hence the obsession with always being able to see the prisoners' toes and heels. At this they were led into a different part of the common room, told to sit down and write letters to their husbands and boyfriends. As they did the Shokon cruelly took their photographs. After the Shokon read the letters they were delivered by hand to a Charity Shop some forty miles away. Together with the letters were the prisoners' photographs in their prisoner uniforms as well as a copy of their medical/sexual history report. Within minutes, the report was leaked to a local news station that ran blanket coverage of the case, reporting on each policewoman's report and contents of the letters to a drooling population of perverts.

The next day, the prisoners were taken to meet their new inmates – four barely conscious and terribly confused flight attendants. The four new arrivals were hardly reassured when they found out that the women in front of them were in fact kidnapped police officers. Then back to their cells, tomorrow, although they did not know it would be their last day in Japan. Upstairs the North Korean Army General and his female clerk were making sure of that. A deal had been signed.

That morning the ten prisoners – six policewomen and four flight attendants were smuggled onto a cargo container ship. Following a brief overnight stop at Dalian container port the women were handed over to the North Korean Female Army Corps who transported them train to a military hospital, just outside the capital. There, they were stripped once more and examined by their new captors. Once this was completed they were changed into long string vests with nothing else to wear and placed inside a large glass windowed incubator. They each had their own incubator which was set to a temperature comparable to a warm green house. One there they were injected with sleeping drugs and would be made ready for their new role as clone host.

Meanwhile in the grandiose office of Woman General, Lee Eun-Ju, Rika was celebrating her little deal. Firstly, she had only transferred some of the women to Korea, so she still had prisoners she could use back in Japan. Secondly the prisoners had not actually been sold to the Koreans, they had been leased for a ten year period. This was an especially good deal as the returned prisoners could still be used by Rika for another three to five years on her own cloning programme. Not bad, she thought for fifty million dollars, not to mention the promise of sanctuary for her organisation from the Koreans.

But there was one problem, reminded General Lee. The cloning scheme had not been approved by President Kim and as a matter of fact, he would need to be dealt with from forces within Korea. Clearly this was too risky for elements of General Lee's female army, so Rika's Shokon-Ninjas would, in order to collect their fee, ensure the 'Imperious Leader' met with a heart attack or two. 'Perhaps a good opportunity might be on his private overnight train to China. You see, being a fat old pervert, he surrounds himself with those cute, white ankle sock wearing policewomen'. Rika bowed her head, then slowly smiled to herself. 'I'm sure we can think of … something, General'.