Wrath of the Shokon ( 2014)

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Wrath of the Shokon ch. 1/2/3/4

Wrath of the Shokon ch. 1/2/3/4
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This is highly x-rated and follows on from my 'prisoners of the shokon' series (visit my DA page for a quick re-read of the other chapters)

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Wrath of the Shokon



Prologue

The year is 2018. The geo-political world is now very different from the one that we once new. The election of an isolationist US president in 2016 saw a quick reversal of fortune in the so-called democracies. The United States pulled out of each and every one of its overseas bases and declared itself neutral. Following the break up of the United Kingdom and Communist coups in France and Italy, the European Union followed suit … There would be no international alliances, no intervention and even no international partnerships. What remained was a deeply uneven, chaotic world without either a superpower or great power to come to the aid of lesser democracies. Potential flashpoints became actual flashpoints, border incursions became invasions. The world began to burn. One such confrontation took place on the narrow border between North and South Korea. The once strong and mighty South Korean military found itself stripped of it’s firepower as the newly elected, but weak leftist government attempted appeasement with their hostile neighbours. At first the Seoul government congratulated itself on how the tensions between the two countries had seemingly begun to ease … Then out of the blue, hundreds of thousands Russian equipped North Korean soldiers swarmed over the border. Millions died as the vile Communist army took the capital city and drove the remaining inhabitants southwards. What followed though was horrendous. The North Korean army of occupation sought to tighten its control through tactics of rape, murder and beatings. This provoked the now humiliated South Korean government to ban all frontline posts of military and police to women. From now on, the vile, barbaric North Koreans would be faced by only male volunteers. Female military and police personnel would be moved to the relative safety of the southern provinces and islands. Here, the South Korean authorities believed, they would be safe. They were wrong. Instead they would now face a new enemy, one much more dangerous than any half-drunk battalion of North Korean infantrymen.

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chapter one

The Ritz Hotel, Hainan in China, 3rd June, 2018.

‘Do you think they’ll come?’ Asked the more youngish female North Korean Colonel.

‘Oh, I think they’ll be here’ Replied her more senior colleague.

‘As a matter of fact, that’s them now’.

Just then, the door to the luxury hotel suite opened and two sinister looking women of Japanese descent entered sat down without so much of a nod.

‘We are the representatives of our sisterhood. I am sister Natsumi and this is our leader, Rina. We have agreed to accept your terms for a military alliance to crush the vile liberal-pigs of South Korea’.

The two North Koreans nodded in excitement.

‘Very good. It shall be an honour to work along side you. To confirm the plan is as follows. Your cult shall infiltrate the female only region of South Korea and take over an island … Ginjo Island. From there you shall install a rocket interference device and begin the task of bringing down every one of the capitalists planes and drones. You shall also use your control of Ginjo to help infiltrate Busan with more agents and spies. All this will be for the price of three hundred pure gold bullion bars, which I believe has been the price of your assassins since the 17th Century. How did I do? Is every thing correct and acceptable?’

Rina didn’t answer at first. Instead, she looked coldly at the two North Koreans.

‘Actually, there’s been a small change of plan. We no longer have need for money. We are quite rich, having successfully brought the Japanese government to its knees. We want only two things: a homeland, which shall be Ginjo Island and the need to keep our bloodlines filled. In other words, all female prisoners taken by us, shall remain our property. We also require access to any female prisoners of war that you might have. I hope these demands meet your satisfaction?’

The two Koreans paused to think. It was almost a minute before the older one replied.

‘Of course. What is money, anyway, hehehe?’ What is your strength and when will you be ready?’

It was now Natsumi’s turn to answer.

Our strength is seventy Shokon Warriors and around five hundred clinically produced clones. Our state of readiness is high. We can begin planning right away, but I advise that we strike in winter, when the weather is bad. This will play havoc with their radar and communications system. They also won’t be able to get reinforcements to the island fast enough, should they realise we’re mounting an operation.’

The younger of the two Koreans leaned forward.

‘Clones? But don’t they all look the same and how come you’ve got so many? You have only been at war with the Japanese government for seven years?’

Natsumi went a little red in embarrassment and smiled.

‘Actually, no, none of our clones look the same. They each carry individual genes from their birth mothers, who as you have probably heard are all captive policewomen from Fuki Province. And our scientist, the legendary Dr. Khan has perfected production to at least four clones per surrogate mother a year. So, you see Colonel, we are a small, self-contained army. I guarantee you that we shall not fail you. The world is ours!’

At that, the two Shokon leaders stood up and left the room, leaving only a small calling card for the two North Koreans to contact them on. The two Japanese women left confident that they could build a homeland for their cult and emerge from behind centuries of shadows. Yet as they left, the two Korean staff officers seemed quiet, almost stunned as they murmured to each other.

‘I don’t know what we’ve gotten ourselves into by bargaining with the Shokon. But they’re too dangerous to ignore. Our dear leader expects victory, but we can’t trust them either. Let them take the island and cripple the South’s air defences, but be on hand with at least a division of our finest female soldiers to deal with them just in case.’

At the reassurance, both women slowly got up and began texting in code to their North Korean superiors. The world would soon see the wrath of the Shokon once more.

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Exactly six months later, in a large, recently hijacked container ship in the freezing cold Korean Sea, just ten miles off shore from Ginjo Island. Rina looked out of her large, round cabin window. She had come a long way to see this day. She was sixty years old now, yet looked younger. No doubt this was in part to her strict diet, but also her active female Ninja lifestyle.

Tomorrow morning they would strike, but first she needed to relax. On the bed in front of her was Ami Aoki. She was the youngest of the Japanese policewomen to have been captured some seven years ago. Now, she was a teenager no longer. Indeed at twenty-six she had been made to give birth to more than twenty Shokon clones. In between birthing and artificial impregnation her other chore was to act as ‘comfort girl’ and ‘milk maid’ to Rina. It was a task Ami hated. But as a long-term prisoner, she had no choice but to comply. She had long since given up all hope of release, let alone escape. In her gorgeous eyes, the Shokon were invincible. After all, there would be no rescue attempt because for more than five years the weak, politically correct Japanese government had declared Ami and her colleagues ‘officially dead’ and had simply stopped looking for them.

The real reason for this betrayal wasn’t stupidity, but shame. The Japanese authorities couldn’t find them and felt humiliated every time they publicly failed to make progress. The final straw came after a video tape of the prisoners was released one Christmas time. The sight of a dozen pregnant policewomen being paraded up and down dealt the Japanese government a fail blow. Instead of renewing their efforts to find them, they simply arranged payments of gold bullion to the Shokon to ensure that they never filmed the captive policewomen again. In effect, Ami and her colleagues had therefore been betrayed by their own government. Theirs was a story simply too painful, too humiliating, too un-Japanese to bear.

But for Ami it was no nightmare but reality as she lay still on Rina’s bed, waiting for the old crone to make her move. Ami hadn’t changed much in the years of her captivity. Still beautiful, with almost surreal china-looking skin. Her torso however had borne the brunt of her many years of pregnancy. Her breasts were a little saggy and filled with milk. Her stomach, covered in ugly stretch marks. Yet, somehow, she remained thin and delicate looking, almost teenagerish.

‘Get up and take off your uniform’. Rina demanded as she began bringing herself to a wicked sexual climax.

Ami complied, as she got to her feet, she immediately began stepping out of her ugly, shapeless, grey prison dress. Next, she shook off her white, square slip, baring her stiff breasts and alert black nipples. Her sandals were already off and so now she stood in only her Shokon-issued white coloured knickers, held down with the reassuring waistband of flesh-toned tights.

‘Mama Rina has a big day tomorrow. Give me milk!’

This was the instruction Ami found the most repulsive, even after all these years of slavery. Taking her right breast in her own hand, she began to gently rub the nipple until a small leakage became apparent. This was the signal Rina needed as she glided forward and buried her large head into the policewoman’s breasts and began sucking the contents of the young woman’s nipple like a rabid zombie. A minute later, Rina pushed the young woman onto the bed and tigerishly pulled off her prisoner’s tights and knickers. What happened next was predictable as the Ami tried to look away, fixing her gaze on the maritime clock. As she did though, she could feel the weight of the old crone pushing against her thighs until penetration from Rina’s rubber penis brought about a moan of pleasure from her captor and a shameful feeling of climax from Ami herself.

Thirty minutes later it was all over. Ami was full dressed and being escorted back to her cell by two powerfully built Shokon guards.

Rina smiled and licked her lips. Now, fully relaxed she could begin to plan the finer details to her scheme of capturing Ginjo Island. Like any professional, she checked over the battle plan and then decided to take a quite nap before the wrath of the Shokon was released on the Republic of South Korea.

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Chapter Two

It was just over three hours later when the knock finally came at the door. It was Natsumi.

‘Dear leader, a South Korean coast guard patrol boat has been sighted around two kilometres south of here. We are now getting everybody into position. Would you like to join the other sisters on deck?’

Rina laughed and followed her second in-command onto the top deck and began to hide in one of the many containers positioned there. The Shokon’s devious plan was about to spring it’s first surprise on the South Korean authorities.


A short while later, the Korean Coastguard Cutter pulled up alongside the apparently stricken container ship.

‘Unknown container ship, this is the South Korean Coastguard. You have strayed into our waters, be prepared to be boarded at once’. Bellowed from the smaller ship.

The female captain repeated her statement over the loudspeaker in Korean, Chinese, English and Japanese, but to no response. Now she shook her head and turned to her crew. They were not a positive sight. Over-worked and without proper rest for more than a week, the all female crew was approaching exhaustion. They simply wanted to go home to their families. Since all male coastguard personnel had been moved northwards, the cutter had been without a full complement and many of the women were more suited to desk jobs than raiding suspected pirate ships.

‘OK, crew. The ship isn’t responding, so we need to investigate. Normally for a ship of that size I would wait for some sort of air support, but our communications system is being jammed, perhaps from hackers or perhaps even from the North Koreans. Therefore, we have no choice but to send a search party. Get kitted up, two of you will stay on the bridge, the rest come with me. After this, perhaps they will allow us some shore leave.’

At once the small crew of twenty and thirty somethings began putting on red lifejackets over their smart coastguard uniforms. As a non-military organisation, they were not permitted to carry firearms but still had nightlights and if necessary, handcuffs to handle any possible threat. Now they were ready for anything or so they thought.

Just ten minutes after the decision had been made to board the container ship, all thirteen members of the search team were standing on the deck, preparing to comb the ship for clues.

Rina and Natsumi shook their heads in disbelief when the search party began to relax without even so much as looking around.

‘Right, Natsumi, time to start the theatrics.’

Seconds later one of the Shokon began to make a loud moaning sound from inside one of the containers, curiously, the one facing away from the coastguard cutter. In an instant all the coastguard crew looked up and raced one another to the outer doors. Once inside the darken container more than a dozen Shokon members jumped down from ropes off the ceiling onto the crowd of hopelessly mismatched coastguard agents. Within five minutes all their muffled cries for help faded as the Shokon pressed home their advantage by applying chloroform to the helpless women.

Just then, the two remaining coastguard agents on the cutter were startled by a small team of Shokon dressed in black frog suits and holding Browning 9mms at their backs. Minutes later they joined their fallen comrades in a large holding area in the bowels of the container ship.

The Shokon had now neutralised no fewer than fifteen highly-trained coastguard agents and controlled one of the fastest boats in the sea lane.

Rina spoke out to the captured coastguard agents, most of whom were now beginning to recover from their earlier chloroforming.

‘Right, ladies. You have been taken prisoner by the Shokon Sect of Fuji City, Japan. Now please get yourselves out of the uniforms you are wearing. If any of your colleagues are unable to do so as a result of still being unconscious then bend down and undress them as well. Come on chickens, the sooner you strip, the sooner we can get you cleaned, fed and in some fresh clothes.’

The shocked and groggy women either stood up or were forced up. The lifejackets were all taken off without resistance, yet many of the girls were clearly uncomfortable stripping in front of their female captors when it came to their light blue shirts and black clip-on ties. Perhaps it was the loss of identifiable authority that the young women could feel as they then started to bend down and ease out of their coastguard issue shoes and black pants. Now the women were all stripped down to the underwear and coastguard black socks. They looked a terrible sight. Some were crying openly, where as at least two were on their knees, praying for mercy. But it would be Natsumi who would move events along.

‘Right, ladies. Thank you for your co-operation so far. I must say that some of you have very beautiful bodies and look great in just your underwear.’

But then Natsumi’s gaze seemed to turn serious as she started to stare at the captured women’s underwear and socks.

‘I’m sorry, ladies. Up to now, you’ve all done so well, but I’m afraid none of you are going to like what you need to do next.’

It was obvious what she now wanted her captives to do.

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Chapter Three

One day later, Ginjo Harbour.

Police Commander, Min-Hay Lee pulled up at the quayside in her marked police vehicle. The whole island was in a state of panic. Yesterday, a coastguard patrol vessel had been reported missing. Today, that same patrol boat had arrived back at its usual berth. But something was wrong, very wrong. When there was no response from the crew, the vessel was boarded by two female police officers who made a shocking discovery, forcing the entire island into virtual lock down.

‘Commander, this way!’ shouted the young policewoman. Please mind your step as we board the vessel. As I explained in my report, it was found drifting near to the harbour, early this morning. Luckily, we were able get on board. As you can see, it’s like the Marie Celeste. Everything was perfectly normal, except no crew. There isn’t even anything in the log.’

The two women proceeded to the next level of the small ship.

‘I said deserted, but that was when we made this shocking discovery. Commander, I’ve never seen anything like it!’

Just then, the young policewoman turned the door knob that led into the ship’s common room. At this point, Commander Lee gasped in horror.

‘Oh my God!’

In front of her were the apparently unconscious bodies of more than a dozen young women. They were clumsily stacked up in pile at the far corner of the room. All without exception were stripped down to just their socks and underwear. They weren’t bound and gagged, but appeared either drugged or hypnotized.

‘Commander, who are they? We can find no trace of the crew, perhaps they rescued these women from a pirate ship and then themselves got into difficulty on the high seas.’

Commander looked in astonishment at the young policewoman.

‘Officer, are you really so stupid? Have a look closely at the women. They are wearing underwear from Lotte Department Store and E-Mart. Also, they’re minus any watches and jewellery and they are all wearing matching black socks … uniform socks. I would say that we have found our missing coastguard crew. Clearly they have encountered a team of female North Korean commandos who over-powered them and took their uniforms.’

The irate Commander continued her rant with a set of instructions.

‘Mobilise all available policewomen. Out of our strength of thirty-five, that’s more than twenty to be ready in E.U vans by the end of the hour. Order them to comb the countryside looking for a North Korean infiltration unit wearing stolen coastguard uniforms. I suspect that they have already landed and are planning to conduct some kind of guerrilla warfare in the mountains. In the meantime, ensure the unconscious coastguard personnel are taken to the nearby hospital to recover from their injuries. Also assign two policewomen to guard them and interview them when they regain consciousness.’

The policewoman finished writing down her instructions.

‘But Commander, should we not eliminate these women we found on the vessel from our enquiries by at least checking their fingerprints and files first, what if ….’

‘Silence, you stupid girl. Do you want to be a patrolwoman all your life? Now, arrange for their transport to the hospital while I oversee the search for the North Koreans.’

At that rebuttal, the two women departed on their separate tasks.

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Ten minutes later , Ginjo Police Station


‘Everybody who is on the active duty roster get ready. Get into the EU vans at once. This is the big one. We are to deploy on a search and destroy mission.’

The female controller had always wanted to say something like that. Now she and the other sidelined policewomen at the station felt truly involved in the War. There was even a sense of excitement as each young women climbed onto moving vans with a gun in one hand a packed lunch in other.

An emotional Commander Lee couldn’t help but look out into the police station’s car park with great pride. She had deployed all of her able and fit policewomen to find this alleged North Korean hit squad. She was determined to see her small unit of young women succeed, even if it blinded her to some realities. Firstly, there was no evidence that it was the North Koreans who were behind the apparent attack on the coast guard ship, secondly, even if they were North Koreans, would her twenty or so policewomen be able to overcome them. Despite being well-trained, most were still in their early-twenties and had been sent to the island for their own safety. Thirdly, this left security at the police station and in and around Ginjo village critically thin. As a matter of fact, according to the rota, she had just two active duty policewomen and they were both guarding the unconscious coastguard personnel at the hospital. The police station itself was however, secure, and built of solid concrete. Yet, manning it were just nine policewomen, four of whom were pregnant and one who had been traumatised following her earlier capture and imprisonment by North Korean infantrymen. In reality, the fate of the island was far from secure and Lee knew it. But what was she to do? she wondered. Communications had been knocked out, so there was no way of contacting the mainland, but she couldn’t just sit back and wait for the enemy to come knocking on her door. They had to try something, even if they were probably going to get out-gunned in the process. Then her mind drifted back to the crew of the coastguard vessel, now, no doubt starting to stir from their slumber back at the hospital. Perhaps they would be able to provide some clues to what was happening? Hmm, strange, how none of them seemed to have been beaten or killed she thought to herself and why was there no trace of their attackers?’

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Exactly the same time, Ginjo Hospital

The delivery of fifteen unconscious coastguard women quickly over-whelmed the small island hospital. Since the population had mostly left the island, the hospital had been deliberately rundown and would frequently go days without seeing even a single patient. In fact, the total strength of the hospital staff consisted of just six nurses and two junior female doctors, one of whom had not even finished her formal training. Nevertheless, on arrival, the medical team moved quickly to attend to the coastguard personnel with all victims being placed in their own private ward to be monitored by two nurses and a doctor until they regained consciousness. At least that was the plan.

Just five minutes after being brought into the hospital, one of the ‘coastguard’ victims opened an eye and peered around the room. She was no other than Rina herself. From what she could see, the ward contained three medical staff and no doubt, outside the door would be a couple of policewomen standing guard. She had to move quickly, but silently and she knew it as she nudged one of her henchwomen.

‘Get ready. We’ll do this together.’

As she whispered this, a number of other disguised Shokon members began to stir and gingerly exited their beds, making a direction towards the doctor and two nurses who had their backs turned away as they consulted one another.

‘Now!’ Rina signalled with her hand.

Before the three workers could even turn around, three sets of Shokon hands went over their mouths as they each felt a violent tug away from the door.

‘One of you go to the medicine cabinet and take out some chloroform. We need to stop them from struggling.’ Explained Rina.

Less than half a minute later both nurses and their doctor lay unconscious on the floor having been overwhelmed by the fumes of their chloroforming. All three were laid out on the floor side by side.

Rina took the lead.

‘Right, start stripping them. Remember not to rip any of their uniforms, we’ll need them for later.’

At that, three Shokons bent down and began removing each woman’s scrubs. The doctor was the first, a pretty young thing named Eun-Kang. Off slid the green top and bottoms followed by her white training shoes. This left the young woman in an otherwise appealing white bra and panty set with pair of slightly scented flesh-coloured tights covering them.

‘That’s enough.’ Rina ordered.

‘Now get changed, you can take more later.’

Turning around, Rina was pleased to note that both of the two nurses had also been stripped of their scrubs. Differently though, both women’s neutral colour tights had also been pulled down and then off their shapely legs.

‘Yes, I’m sorry girls. Nurses wear uniforms, so you’ll need to take every detail including tights and white nursing shoes to facilitate the disguise.’

The two Shokon didn’t mind and happily began re-dressing into the nurses’ soggy tights and scrubs. But Rina already had more pressing matters. Peering through the frosty window glass she could see that both policewomen were now sitting behind the nurses station and chatting to a couple of equally young nurses there. The four women were actually busy ‘researching’ the current A-List of K-pop boy bands. Like all young women they were enjoying chatting and were enjoying the nurses’ rice cakes.

Rina now turned to her followers.

‘Here we go. Whatever you do, don’t allow the two policewomen time to take out their side arms.’ The women nodded as one of them who was now dressed as a nurse spoke down the intercom to the nurses’ station.

‘Hey, can you give us a hand? A couple of the patients have woken up and are starting to talk.’

At that, all four women rushed up and ran to the Ward. Entering it, both policewomen were immediately disarmed and chloroformed by two of the biggest Shokon members. The nurses didn’t fair much better either as they both felt the sickly, over bearing scent of chloroform make contact with their tiny faces. After a brief struggle, all four had crumpled to the ground, motionless.

Rina, again, showed remarkable leadership in her composure.

‘Ok, you two start by getting the nurses out of their uniforms and you into theirs.’

Her underlings complied as they started to unbutton the two white uniform dresses that were in front of them and place them on one of the beds. Both of the nurses’ feet gave off a stale-like aroma as the white nursing shoes were being unlaced and removed. Nevertheless, the two shokon warriors persisted until the tights had also been eased off completely and the remaining odour lost its power. Next came the turn of the two policewomen. Both were very young, perhaps no older than twenty and quite short and thin too. Rina decided that she would take one of the uniforms herself as one of the unconscious girls matched her own body type quite closely.


Rina crouched down and started by gently undoing the policewoman’s shoe laces and then by easing both shoes off her tired and warm feet. Sure enough, like the nurses, the odour was strong, yet more vinegary than that of the nurses, making Rina wonder if perhaps the difference in the leather and nylon of the uniform had forced the girl’s tiny feet to sweat differently than those of the nurses. Unflinchingly, Rina now turned her attention to the top half of the policewoman’s body as she quickly but gently slipped off the striped tie and unbuttoned the off-white blouse to expose the young woman’s flesh coloured bra. Heaving the policewoman up, she completed her initital task by guiding the blouse off the sleeping girl’s arms and onto the floor. The next part was easy as she lay the policewoman gently down and began to loosen the belt and unzip the front of her black uniform trousers. Off they came without resistance. Now the pretty young policewoman lay spread eagled in just a virtually see-through bra and strawberry-red coloured knickers. The only other garments worn were a pair of neutral-coloured ankle-high nylons that although moist and creased around the toes, were still able share the beauty of the young policewoman’s white toenail polished toes with the fifteen admiring women standing over her.

It only took Rina, five minutes to re-dress in the policewoman’s uniform. The girl, like the other prisoners were drugged, gagged, tied and the tucked-up tightly in the beds while the other Shokon members began rounding up the last remaining nurses and doctor. Once this was achieved, Rina took out the policewoman’s phone from its pocket and texted Natsumi in code.

‘HOSPITAL UNDER CONTROL OF THE SISTERHOOD. PLEASE DEAL WITH THE POLICE E.U TEAMS LOOKING FOR YOU. WE WILL PREPARE HERE AS HQ AND MONITOR THE POLICE STATION BEFORE REJOINING FOR ATTACK.

MAY THE GOD LESBOS, BE WITH YOU AND MAY WE BE GIFTED MANY FERTILE YOUNG PRISONERS’

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Chapter Four

The same time, picnic area, Bunko Mountain.

There were in fact, twenty-one policewomen directly involved in the hunt for the ‘North Korean spies’. Needless to say that in reality, this had meant an exhausting search of the island’s mountainside and wooden areas. After almost a day, the hunt had yielded nothing. Indeed, even the more senior officers were starting wonder whether or not they had been duped in someway. But, for the tiring policewomen, now was not the time to worry. They had done their job as best as they could and after finishing off their sandwiches they would be returning to their barracks to get a well-deserved hot bath and long sleep.

Munching away on their cheese butties and kimchi rolls, the young women began to relax. Some even removed their uniform shoes while joining the picnic. They were, after all, happy and sociable girls, mostly in their early twenties, although a couple were even younger. One policewoman was even allowing her long black hair to be plaited by an older looking colleague, as if she didn’t have a care in the world. More disturbingly, all of the policewomen’s rifles were still stashed in the backs of the three E.U vans and their side arms had actually been unloaded while taking refreshments. So oblivious to the fate, the happy women chatted away without a care in the world.

From just two hundred metres away from behind a concealing bush, Shokon second-commander, Natsumi could hardly contain both her liking and mutual disgust at what she could see in front of her. She hated the care-free ways of democratic and liberal societies, yet at the same time she appreciated the obvious incompetence of her prey. She now turned to one of her underlings to give her final instructions:

‘We’ll need to move quickly as we might never get another opportunity like this. Even we wait until they get back to the police station they’re be a blood bath and we can’t afford to walk around in blood-stained uniforms.’

The Shokon nodded her head and replied back:

‘I agree. It’s also about to start snowing again and we could also do without a stand off in this deteriorating weather. Leave it to me.’

As she said this, several canisters of Modified-CS gas were fired over at the picnicking policewomen. One hit the stack of rifles directly, but the other two landed in the middle of the eating women. There was no time to lose as around forty Shokon members rushed out from their recently constructed hiding places and advanced in gas masks towards the E.U vans and choking policewomen.

In was all over very quickly. To prolong the policewomen’s suffering would have been cruel. Many of the girls had no idea what was happening, never mind what to do. Within just two to three seconds each one of them began to cough and choke on the fumes, begging for mercy with their hands raised as they did.

Natsumi now began barking orders to her hit squad.

‘Grab hold of them. Don’t let vomit onto the uniform and tell them to keep their hand away from their eyes. Remember to take their side arms and radios too.’

Her underlings obeyed, barking their own instructions to the fallen policewomen as they manhandled them away from the fumes:

‘Place your hands in the air and don’t do anything foolish. You shall be given medical attention once you have surrendered.’

The scene was chaos for almost twenty minutes before the policewomen had calmed down and starting to face their new reality of captivity in a subdued and resigned state.

Each woman hand been handcuffed to the rear and were being made to huddle together on a plastic mat while the Shokon warriors prepared two large, orange outdoor tents and a number of canopy dividers.

‘Right, line them up. We’ll do two at a time to save time ourselves.’ Natsumi instructed to her followers who grabbed up each policewoman and made them stand in line.

The first policewoman to go past the canopy divider was twenty-year old policewoman Eun-Ju-Kang. Standing there were five Shokon guards, including a youngish Shokon member who was holding a professional looking video camera and was pointing it in the direction of Eun-Ju. Now, out of the sight of her colleagues, she was uncuffed and made to take off her uniform baseball cap and warm winter jacket. One of the Shokon guards began to talk.

‘Start by taking off your uniform, if you co-operate you will not be harmed. Put every item of uniform onto the table at the side of you. Hurry now; you don’t want to still be in your underwear when it begins to snow.’

The policewoman knew she had no choice but to follow every instruction as she feared being made an example of. She also knew that she required medical attention by the Shokon from the effects of the C.S gas that had caused an ugly red rash over what was once her beautiful, soft-skinned face. Frightened and sick from the gas, she began undressing. She started by unclipping her tie and then unbuttoning and easing off her shirt. Next, came the shoes, which were difficult to remove owing to the tightness of the laces. Her black pants were next and it was then that she began to feel so humiliated. Being forced to strip in a room full of female criminals was the most shameful thing that she could ever imagine happening to her. She even noticed one of the Shokon eyeing her breasts through her remaining white t-shirt and another one of her captors was entirely focused on her flesh-tone tights, especially the part covering her light blue knickers. She also hated the fact that it was being filmed and would no doubt be used later for some sick propaganda purpose.

Then a jailer spoke up:

‘Right, sit down and let me take your feet in my hands.’

Eun-Ju was embarrassed, but complied nonetheless. As she sat down, her tormentor took out a foot measurer and began to make a mental note of the policewoman’s shoe sizes as she examined and measured the young policewoman’s nylon-clad toes and feet. Seconds later, the guard got up, went out and returned with a pair of soft leather strapless, ballet-style dark grey slip-ons and delighted in gently fitting them onto the policewoman’s still warm feet.

‘We have no clothes to give you yet, but you and your colleagues will need to walk for more than two hours to the next location that we are taking you too. It’s also getting cold, so here is a large blanket. Wrap it around you the best way you get. All your colleagues will have the same. Nod your head if you understand like a good girl.’

Eun-Ju followed. She felt like a zoo animal, but she was also so cold and felt physically sick from her earlier gassing. As she got up, she accepted the grey blanket and tied it around her torso the best way she could. Now as she was jabbed and gently hauled past the canopy screen and into a new area she could plainly see that she and all of her colleagues were being made to march like prisoners of war towards the next location. Another thing was also obvious to Eun-Ju, this was no squad of North Korean Commandos … these were far too clever and large in number.

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Chapter four (continued)

It took no more than thirty more minutes to strip and search the remaining policewomen. As the silenced women officers waited together in formation by the roadside, it occurred to Natsumi that they were also now a motley looking bunch. Minus their uniforms and standing there, shivering with just a blanket and their underwear, they looked just like a group of desperate teenagers who somehow had managed to lock themselves out of some poolside changing rooms. Nevertheless, Natsumi’s mind focused back on the job in hand as she raised her hand to start moving the convoy forward. It was a bizarre sight. Most of the Shokon had changed into the policewomen’s uniforms. Most had fitted quite well, although some Shokons with big necks were forced to wear the shirt collars open. But now, they were getting to the stage where by there was less and less need to hide anything, at least not from forces still on the island. So confidentially, the convoy moved off. All three EU vans were to move slowly at the front with every one of the policewomen being marched by a dozen or so heavily armed Shokon guards, each wearing uniforms stolen from the policewomen themselves as well as brandishing their newly acquired police rifles and side arms. Natsumi now settled down, in a couple of hours she would be meeting some old friends, but now she needed to report back to Rina who was in the process of completing her intelligence recce of the island’s police station.

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Later …

The long march actually took more than three hours until they arrived at their destination. The policewomen must have known that they were close as the pavements were soon filled with puzzled, yet angry onlookers. All of the ‘public’ were women, mostly in their fifties and sixties. They were clearly on the side of the Shokon as one of the older hecklers lent forward to pull and twist one of the young policewomen’s hair; causing the frightened young girl to cry loudly and beg for mercy. Another policewoman was equally unlucky as yet another old crone lent forward to attack her by ripping off one of the policewoman’s reinforced bra cups. This exposed her freezing nipples to the large and increasingly lecherous crowd of angry women.

‘That’s enough!’ Screamed an elderly yet powerful voice at the front of the crowd.

The old woman now cleared her voice and stepped forward towards Natsumi.

‘My dearest Natsumi and all your loyal and brave Shokon warriors. Welcome to Ger-Li-Fook Brothel! And how is my old friend, Rina?’

Natsumi smiled warmly. Madam Fong had been an old ally of Rina since the days of the South Korean military dictatorship. Back in 1992, Fong and her private army of more than a hundred whores had been exiled from Korea. They had lost everything, their money, property and even some of their slaves. During this time, Rina had heard of their plight and had agreed to hide them on the island, under the guise of an educational research facility. In reality, they were a Shokon ‘sleeper’ division. Now was their chance to come out of the shadows and defeat the enemy they hated the most … The Police Service of South Korea.

Once the hugging and congratulating had stopped, Fong led Natsumi inside the brothel.

‘As you can see Natsumi, it’s big, very big. We can house as many as two hundred or so women prisoners in the basement at any one time. As Rina instructed you to do, we have built several new extensions in recent months as well. Right now, we have two hundred and twenty individual prison cells, two full-sized sickbays, four delivery rooms and some of the finest medical facilities you can find anywhere in East Asia.’

As the Brothel Madam opened one of the doors, she carried her gloating on to reveal a reassuring sight.

‘There you have it, just as Rina instructed too. I believe they are fifteen members of the South Korean Maritime Police (Coastguard)?’

In front of the two scheming villainesses were lined up the fifteen missing members of the coastguard. Each one had earlier been stripped completely and was now wearing identical prison uniforms provided by the brothel. They stood motionless, each wearing a short grey dress with three large buttons at the front that would assist future dressing and undressing. The short length of the uniform also revealed that each woman had on underneath a white, frilly full-slip and no doubt matching coloured knickers. The legs and feet were also encased in flesh-tone tights and the shoes were the same soft leather slip-ons that had been fitted to the other group of policewomen who had been ambushed at the picnic site. The women were also silent as a result of having been drugged. Other that this, they looked quite healthy and had clearly been cared for by the whores. Although they no longer wore any jewellery or personal effects of any kind, their hair had all been brushed back and tied into ponytails with a matching grey colour knot.

Natsumi nodded her head in pleasure.

‘Excellent work, Madam Fong. As discussed, you and your ‘ladies’ shall be responsible for all of our prisoners. They will be guarded well, I take it?’

‘Oh yes, Natsumi. As a matter of fact these old whores are looking forward to the opportunity to play mother to some of these girls and perhaps even teach them a ‘trick or two.’

Both women laughed as they looked back at the shivering party of captured policewomen.


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Chapter four (continued)

It took no more than thirty more minutes to strip and search the remaining policewomen. As the silenced women officers waited together in formation by the roadside, it occurred to Natsumi that they were also now a motley looking bunch. Minus their uniforms and standing there, shivering with just a blanket and their underwear, they looked just like a group of desperate teenagers who somehow had managed to lock themselves out of some poolside changing rooms. Nevertheless, Natsumi’s mind focused back on the job in hand as she raised her hand to start moving the convoy forward. It was a bizarre sight. Most of the Shokon had changed into the policewomen’s uniforms. Most had fitted quite well, although some Shokons with big necks were forced to wear the shirt collars open. But now, they were getting to the stage where by there was less and less need to hide anything, at least not from forces still on the island. So confidentially, the convoy moved off. All three EU vans were to move slowly at the front with every one of the policewomen being marched by a dozen or so heavily armed Shokon guards, each wearing uniforms stolen from the policewomen themselves as well as brandishing their newly acquired police rifles and side arms. Natsumi now settled down, in a couple of hours she would be meeting some old friends, but now she needed to report back to Rina who was in the process of completing her intelligence recce of the island’s police station.

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Later …

The long march actually took more than three hours until they arrived at their destination. The policewomen must have known that they were close as the pavements were soon filled with puzzled, yet angry onlookers. All of the ‘public’ were women, mostly in their fifties and sixties. They were clearly on the side of the Shokon as one of the older hecklers lent forward to pull and twist one of the young policewomen’s hair; causing the frightened young girl to cry loudly and beg for mercy. Another policewoman was equally unlucky as yet another old crone lent forward to attack her by ripping off one of the policewoman’s reinforced bra cups. This exposed her freezing nipples to the large and increasingly lecherous crowd of angry women.

‘That’s enough!’ Screamed an elderly yet powerful voice at the front of the crowd.

The old woman now cleared her voice and stepped forward towards Natsumi.

‘My dearest Natsumi and all your loyal and brave Shokon warriors. Welcome to Ger-Li-Fook Brothel! And how is my old friend, Rina?’

Natsumi smiled warmly. Madam Fong had been an old ally of Rina since the days of the South Korean military dictatorship. Back in 1992, Fong and her private army of more than a hundred whores had been exiled from Korea. They had lost everything, their money, property and even some of their slaves. During this time, Rina had heard of their plight and had agreed to hide them on the island, under the guise of an educational research facility. In reality, they were a Shokon ‘sleeper’ division. Now was their chance to come out of the shadows and defeat the enemy they hated the most … The Police Service of South Korea.

Once the hugging and congratulating had stopped, Fong led Natsumi inside the brothel.

‘As you can see Natsumi, it’s big, very big. We can house as many as two hundred or so women prisoners in the basement at any one time. As Rina instructed you to do, we have built several new extensions in recent months as well. Right now, we have two hundred and twenty individual prison cells, two full-sized sickbays, four delivery rooms and some of the finest medical facilities you can find anywhere in East Asia.’

As the Brothel Madam opened one of the doors, she carried her gloating on to reveal a reassuring sight.

‘There you have it, just as Rina instructed too. I believe they are fifteen members of the South Korean Maritime Police (Coastguard)?’

In front of the two scheming villainesses were lined up the fifteen missing members of the coastguard. Each one had earlier been stripped completely and was now wearing identical prison uniforms provided by the brothel. They stood motionless, each wearing a short grey dress with three large buttons at the front that would assist future dressing and undressing. The short length of the uniform also revealed that each woman had on underneath a white, frilly full-slip and no doubt matching coloured knickers. The legs and feet were also encased in flesh-tone tights and the shoes were the same soft leather slip-ons that had been fitted to the other group of policewomen who had been ambushed at the picnic site. The women were also silent as a result of having been drugged. Other that this, they looked quite healthy and had clearly been cared for by the whores. Although they no longer wore any jewellery or personal effects of any kind, their hair had all been brushed back and tied into ponytails with a matching grey colour knot.

Natsumi nodded her head in pleasure.

‘Excellent work, Madam Fong. As discussed, you and your ‘ladies’ shall be responsible for all of our prisoners. They will be guarded well, I take it?’

‘Oh yes, Natsumi. As a matter of fact these old whores are looking forward to the opportunity to play mother to some of these girls and perhaps even teach them a ‘trick or two.’

Both women laughed as they looked back at the shivering party of captured policewomen.