WW2 Spy Stories:- A Final Victory ( A Request by Arc)

[Stormtrooper1990]

This is the final story in the popular WW2 spy stories series, and I would like to thank Arc for their support and concept in bringing these stories to life. It as been a pleasure in writing these stories and bringing them to the board. I would also like to take the opportunity to thank members like Meditions and Dummy 76 for their comments and support for these tales. It is mid May 1945, victory in Europe as been achieved but victory in the pacific remains elusive. Here, Japanese- American OSS agent Naomi Miyazaki is preparing for a dangerous assignment, she must infiltrate the Japanese home islands and obtain photographs of documents to assess the strength of the weakening militarist faction in the Japanese government, following the resignation of Prime Minister Kuinaki Koiso. Following years of imprisonment with her family and discrimination by her own countrymen, Naomi is eager to prove her loyalty and to achieve a final victory of her own. This is her story....




The USS Cuttlefish, 50 metres below sea level, 10km from the port of Kyoto. Saturday 10th May 1945 20:00 hrs




Naomi Miyazaki laid on her small cot in the crew quarters, looking at the photograph that was taken only two years ago when she and her family were still guests of the Granada Relocation Centre. In the picture was her father, mother and younger sister along with herself seated next to her they weren't smiling but held a quiet reserved dignity, in the face of adversity that was a very Japanese trait. At 25, Naomi a first generation American like her younger sister Ryō, born and bred in San Diego, was imprisoned by her own government along with her family back in 1942 following the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbour. Despite being nationalised Americans and respected members of their community , the Miyazaki's were imprisoned and forced to leave in digusting conditions reminiscent of the concentration camps that Nazis used to exterminate the Jews. But whereas this injustice had been brought into the light, the plight of her family of her people went unknown by the rest of the world. Naomi had resolved to do something about it, she had decided to join the OSS when they had called for Japanese-Americans to enlist in the service to take part in covert operations, on Japanese and occupied soil. Naomi had hoped not only to prove her loyalty, but to highlight the plight and injustice of thousands of Japanese-Americans who faced discrimination on a daily basis. She sighed as she looked at her father, when she had sought his blessing to join the OSS he flew into a rage calling her a traitor to her family, having forbidden her mother and sister from writing her, they hadn't spoken in two years. It didn't stop her brave sister, who routinely sent her letters telling her that father had regretted his words that he had shamed himself and sought her forgiveness. Naomi had written back, telling her sister that she had already forgiven her father and was looking forward to visiting them once she could her leave after her mission. Dismissing painful memories of the past, Naomi looked at herself in the photo. She was a beautiful example of a Japanese woman, with high cheekbones rounded features and big brown slanted eyes, her medium length raven coloured hair pinned into a neat bun. Naomi smiled at the younger version of herself, she had come a long way from that naive young girl, who had to endure cries of "Slant-eye!" Or "Jap Bitch!" by the camp guards, now she could stand up for herself and was an expert in the art of disguise. A sound of a knock drew her attention. "Yes? Can I help you?" She asked the source of the knock, as she pulled the small curtain back revealing a young American Petty Officer, who flashed her a quick salute. " Begging your apologies, ma'am. The captain wants to see you, we have arrived at your drop off point." She flashed a warm smile at the man, who didn't return it, as she tucked the photo into the pocket of her blue naval fatigues "Thank you, sailor. Lead the way." Naomi slid out of the bunk, falling in step behind the sailor. As she felt the ballasts of the submarine loosening, as they surfaced.




Naomi smiled as she approached Captain Joshua Keating, the commander of the submarine USS Cuttlefish. A handsome young man, 5 years older than Naomi with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, Captain Keating had treated Naomi with dignity and respect as soon as she had boarded his boat at Pearl Harbour. The two had immediately hit it off when he revealed he was also a San Diegian, and like her had a shared passion for baseball. He had grown up playing with Japanese Americans, and shared none of the prejudices against her people unlike so many others. " Naomi, a pleasure to see you again." He said as he flashed her a warm smile, holding out a hand. " Captain, likewise. I assume everything is prepared." She said shaking it warmly, as she traced the contours of his hand with her fingers. Keating paused for a moment, relishing her touch before nodded. "I have a raft prepared for you, lieutenant. It be an honour to escort you from my ship." He stepped aside allowing her access to the conning tower ladder, she flashed him a knowing smile as she climbed up the tower to the top deck of the Cuttlefish. Naomi waited a brief moment, before the Captain emerged and fell in next to her. "I wanted to wish you, good luck out of earshot from the rest of the crew, Naomi." He said has they walked towards the inflatable yellow raft, held in place by two crewmen. "I appreciate that Joshua, thank you. And I have an answer for you." Naomi turned to face him, coming to just above his chest. "Once this is all over, I would love to catch the next Padrés game with you." She leant up planting a small kiss on his cheek, before pulling gently away. "Consider it a date." She gently flirted, biting her lip as she turned clambering into the raft. " Fair winds and following seas, Joshua." Naomi saluted as she was cast off, smiling as Keating returned both the salute and the oath. As she rowed towards the Japanese coast, Naomi could see the small figure of Captain Joshua Keating, along with the USS Cuttlefish recede into the distance, before the sub disappeared beneath the waves.



Kyoto Beach, Honshu island. Japan 20:10 hrs




Kasumi Honda set down her baskets, laden with cockles as she walked the Kyoto beach stretching out her back the weight of her catch still heavy on her slender soldiers. At the tender age of 21, Kasumi had always come down to the beach at this time to cockles partly for her families dinner, and to sell to the soldiers who were guarding the nearby port from the threat of American Invasion. It was the perfect time to gather them, with the tide coming in bringing the nutritious bounty ashore. She was a pretty local girl, with slender cheekbones heart shaped features and big slanted hazel eyes, her shoulder length dark brown, almost black hair cut into a short bob under her wide brimmed straw hat. Kasumi was dressed simply in a matching black loose fitting fold over top and trousers, that hung off her petite but attractive body, with brown cow hide sandals. Underneath she wore a simple cotton strap which covered her small B-cup breasts with a matching white cotton fundoshi that hid her modesty. As she let out a relieved sigh, feeling the tension in her muscles relax, Kasumi saw a strange sight. In the early dusk gloom moored off the small pier, drifting in the low tide was a yellow dinghy. Feeling a sense of curiosity, Kasumi walked under the pier as she approached the inflatable raft. " Hello is somebody, there? You better come out or I will call the soldiers." She floated tentatively as she made out the writing on the rafts side, it wasn't Japanese. Suddenly before she could cry out for help, Kasumi felt a slender hand clamp over her mouth stifling her cries. "Sorry, On'nanako. But I cannot let you do that, and this is going to hurt." She heard a woman's voice in perfect Japanese hiss in her ear, and as she began to cry in fear she felt a swift pain in the side of her neck. Kasumi let out a small muffled cry of pain, as was knocked unconscious with a swift neck-chop, slumping unconscious in her attackers arms.



Naomi dragged the unconscious girl towards some rocks, propping her up against them before she stripped off her blue naval fatigues, including her underwear, already deciding that the locals simple garments would allow her to blend in and would fit her well. Feeling no sympathy for the unconscious girl, Naomi started to undress her removing her straw hat and sandals then unfolded the loose top. Slipping the garment from her slender shoulders, revealed small but buoyant B-cup breasts covered by a thin strip of white cloth, her nipples peaking through. Naomi reached around the girl's back untying the strip, pulling it loose exposing the girl's small brown rose petal areolas. After tying the strap over her breasts, Naomi worked the girls loose trousers from around her hips slipping them off her long divine legs, then untied the fundoshi from between her legs revealing a small brown clit crowned with a thick trimmed strip of dark brown pubic hair and a tight pert ass. After getting dressed in the unconscious girls clothes, Naomi tore her underwear into strips binding the girls limbs, gagging her then dragged her over to the raft placing her naked body into the raft throwing her fatigues over her, then cast off the raft into the sea. Walking from under the pier, Naomi approached the baskets laden with the girls cockles resting them on shoulders. Satisfied she had balanced the weight, Naomi took a deep breath and walked from the beach towards the safehouse deep in the centre of Kyoto.



Central Kyoto 9:00am the next day



Still dressed in the outfit she had stolen last night, Naomi stood across the street from the Keigo Officers Club which was one of the few remaining officers clubs still open in the city and one that was frequented by Toshiro Endo. Endo was the aide to Hayato Soto, the minister who's home she needed to infiltrate and she needed to learn where the information she needed to obtain was located. After all nothing loosened the lips like a few cups of saké, but first she needed a more suitable disguise. Hoisting the baskets of shellfish on her shoulders, Naomi took a deep breath as she approached the front entrance.


Aiko Shimuzu wiped the tables at the Keigo Officers Club, lamenting at the lack of business at this hour considering the recent fall of Okinawa at the hands of the Americans. The only real regular was Mr Endo, the young aide to Minister Soto who had been taking both the resignation of Prime Minister Kuinaki Koiso and the fall of Okinawa particularly hard. But he didn't come over until 10:00. At 23, Aiko had been working as a jokyū, a bar hostess, for last 6 months sharing that duty with another hostess on alternate days. She was a looker with high cheekbones, angular features and slanted brown eyes her long light brown hair pinned into place by two kanzashi. Aiko wore the traditional purple and white kimono, cinched at the waist with a purple sash, underwhich she wore her traditional undergarments and white socks with wooden sandals. "Excuse me, jokyūsama. Would you like some oysters, whelks and cockles?" She looked up to see a young girl standing by entrance, two baskets worth of seafood on her shoulders. " I'am sorry but this is a private establishment, I'am going to have to ask you to leave." The girl flashed her a distressed look. "But please jokyūsama, I spent all of last night picking these along the coast and I need the money, it's my mother she isn't well..." The girl began to cry, as Aiko moved to comfort her. Come to think of it, they had been running low on fresh seafood, and it was a popular draw. She placed a hand on the girl's arm. " Forgive me on'nanako. It as been a rough few days, and we are all on edge. Follow me into the back, I will see if I can't give you a fair price, for your mother's sake." The young cockle picker nodded wiping her eyes, as she fell into step behind Aiko. Once they had gone into the back rooms, Aiko turned to the young girl. " So how much are you looking to--ugh!!" The only reply she received from the girl was a swift punch to her gut, which caused Aiko to double up in pain exposing the back of her neck, followed by a swift neck chop which knocked her unconscious. " Well I think your outfit, will just about cover it. jokyūsama ." Naomi said as she knelt by the crumpled form of Aiko.




Naomi stripped out of her loose black outfit and straw hat, down to her stolen underwear then begun to undress the unconscious woman. She began by removing the woman's socks and sandals then loosened her hair taking out her kanzashi, copying her hairstyle. After putting them on, Naomi worked the sash free from around her waist then rolled the unconscious waitress onto her front. She gently unfolded the kimono, slipping it loose from her shoulders leaving the unconscious girl in only her white sash and loincloth, Naomi admired the slim attractive toned body of the youn woman at her feet." Thank you, jukyōsama for your outfit. Fits me like a glove." She said as got dressed in her stolen kimono. When she was finished, Naomi bound the woman's limbs and gagged her with towels before picking her up under her shoulders, dragging her to an empty cabinet and concealing her inside. After folding up her first disguise, placing the pile on the counter Naomi walked out of the backroom into the bar finding a young Japanese man, that could only be Toshiro Endo, sitting at the bar.



"Ah! There you are, just when I thought I wasn't going to get any service around here. Sakè! Now!" Endo rapped his knuckles on the bar, as Naomi bowed low before she worked to get his order. "Of course, Endo-san. Right away." Endo looked her up and down, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I see my reputation precedes me, jukyō. I haven't seen you here before, have I?" Naomi flashed him a warm smile as she served him a cup of warm saké. " I have only just started the other day, My name is Naomi, Endo-san. It's as pleasure to serve you." She said as made to place the bottle under the counter. "Leave the bottle, Naomi. I want to drown my sorrows, things are getting from bad to worse down in the corridors of power." Endo took the small cup of sakè downing it in one, before pouring out another measure. "It's ok for you, Naomi. You toil serving the empires finest, unaware how close we are to the brink of ruin first Okinawa, now Koiso-san resigned and we militarists are losing our grip" He punctuated this by knocking back the sakè, Naomi lent forward pressing her advantage. "That must be very frustrating for you, Endo-san." Endo nodded as he poured himself another measure, looking more and more unsteady. " You have no idea, Naomi." He said slurring his words. " I'am supposed to be at Soto-sans estate sorting through his papers in his study. But I thought to the hell with it, I came here instead to get drunk because I don't care anymore. Maybe I will take one more sakè, then build up my courage and go see the Geishas at the estate instead." After downing the last of his sakè, Endo swayed slightly in his seat before he collapsed on the bar his head hitting the teak wood with a hard thump, where he sat unconscious and sleeping. "Sleep well, Endo-san. The end is coming sooner than you think." Naomi said as she left Endo to his rest. Walking into the backroom, she could hear muffled screaming coming from the cabinet Naomi opened it to find the young scantily clad waitress, who screamed into gag. Tears streamed down her face in fear when she saw Naomi. " Thanks for your help, sweetheart, but you really need to be quiet. Say goodnight.." With that Naomi delivered a swift punch across the girls face, knocking her unconscious silencing her muffled cries.Then she stripped off her stolen Kimono, tossing it onto the unconscious waitress closing the cabinet door behind her. After quickly redressing in her loose black outfit, Naomi left the baskets of shellfish behind, walking past the still sleeping form of Endo onto her next objective.



The Estate of Hayato Soto 12:00pm, outskirts of Kyoto



Naomi crouched low in the bushes, observing the comings and goings in the Soto estate which looked relatively quiet. The only human presence being a couple of Imperial Japanese Army soldiers on the main entrance, and a sentry walking the perimeter. There were a number of female household servants coming milling around the estate, to close to the soldiers for a clear disguise opportunity and there were no sign of any of the Geisha's Endo had mentioned. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, Naomi broke from cover crouching low towards an open window on the far side of the estate. Naomi climbed through the window, gently dropping into what looked like a woman's parlour complete with a screen, mirror and seated cushion. Suddenly, she heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind the door, reacting quickly Naomi ducked behind the screen as the door slid open to reveal a young geisha who entered the room. Naomi smiled as she appraised the girl who turned to close the door behind her.



Geisha Hanako Nishimura, slid the door closed before she knelt down opposite the vanity, reapplying her white face makeup. At 21, Hanako was the youngest Geisha in the service of Hayato Sato one of 10 he had patroned. She was a beautiful example of a young Japanese woman, her high cheekbones gentle rounded features and deep brown slanted eyes, highlighted by her white face makeup red lipstick and black eyeliner. Hanako's jet black hair was done up in an elaborate style, pinned in place by ornamental hair pins. She was dressed in a black kimono with embroidered floral patterning on the hemline, cinched at the waist with a golden sash with white socks and wooden sandals. Has the young Geisha reapplied her white makeup, she was so focused on her task that she failed to notice the shadow creeping up behind her. Hanako let out a brief cry of pain as she was suddenly struck in the back of her neck, by a swift neck chop. " And that's why I don't use much makeup. It's too much of a distraction." whispered Naomi as Hanako slumped unconscious to the paper matted floor.




Without standing on ceremony, Naomi stripped once again out of her stolen black outfit down to her underwear then knelt by the unconscious geisha. She started by working the elaborate hair pins out of the girl's hair, copying the hairstyle then removed her socks and wooden sandals. After securing her hair and slipping on the footwear, Naomi gently uncinched the kimono from the rear then unfolded the beautiful garment slipping it loose from her shoulders. Standing over the unconscious scantily clad girl dressed only in her white breast sash and fundoshi, that showed off her beautiful tanned figure, Naomi slipped on the kimono donning it the way her mother had taught her growing up. When she was finished, Naomi slipped in her miniature camera in the folds of her sash before she removed the sleeping Geishas underwear, exposing her small but firm B-cup breasts with full slightly pointed dark brown areolas and small brown clit crowned by a thick trimmed triangle of black pubic hair, with a tight plum shaped ass. Naomi tore the girl's underwear into strips, binding the naked girls wrists and ankles and gagged her. With her secured, Naomi stashed the sleeping naked beauty into the wardrobe snapping off the lock after closing the door behind her. To sell her disguise, Naomi knelt by the vanity applying the Geisha's white makeup she smiled as she caught her reflection. " Now I look the part, break a leg Naomi." Satisfied, she exited the dressing room into the estate proper.




Using her disguise, Naomi easily blended in shuffling past the few house servants who were going about their daily duties. As she made her way towards Sato's study, Naomi was surprised to see there were hardly any security at all in the estate she had only seen one officer, a lieutenant milling around the inner courtyard. After 5 minutes of searching, Naomi found the council members study stopping briefly to check that she wasn't seen entering, she entered sliding the door behind her. Naomi walked over to the desk and began to search the drawers for the documents, after a short search she found what she was looking for, a list of names from current members of the militarist faction and the candidates for Koiso's position. After she quickly scanned the documents herself, noting just how weak the faction really was, Naomi took out her camera taking quick snaps before she replaced the documents back into the desk. Her mission complete, Naomi slipped the camera back into the sash of her stolen kimono then quickly left Sato's study. She backtracked to the dressing room, keeping her head down playing the subservient geisha blending in. Once she had found her way back, Naomi stripped out of her stolen kimono removing the hairpins and washing off the the makeup before she redressed in her first disguise. Hearing no sounds from the wardrobe, Naomi pocketed her camera before leaping through the open window, sneaking past the guards as she made her way out of the estate.




Central Kyoto, near the Swedish Consulate. 11:30am




Naomi stood on the street across from the Swedish Consulate, preparing for the final phase of her operation the exfiltration. She had to infiltrate the Swedish Consulate and establish contact with OSS agent Hank Fielding, currently undercover at the consulate as an attache named Sven Andersen, she had already memorised his appearance from her mission brief. Then hand over the camera in exchange for her exfiltration. All she needed was the appropriate outfit and credentials, she wouldn't get through the front door dressed like a cockle picker. Naomi scanned around, there were a number of women who had been coming and going from the Consulate in the half an hour, whose clothes looked to be a decent fit but many were too close to the consulate. The sound of clicking heels from her left hand side drew Naomi's attention. She turned to see a young Japanese woman walk towards her, dressed in a polka dot blouse with a black high waisted skirt with matching black heels, a black leather handbag looped over her left shoulder. Naomi appraised the girl, as she stopped to cross the road. She was a pretty little thing with slender cheekbones heart shaped features, open slightly slanted hazel eyes, and dark brown hair tied into a simple but elegant bun. Naomi smiled as the girl crossed the road, who instead of going immediately into the Consulate went into the alleyway to the side. She crossed the road discreetly following the young woman into the alley.



Chiyo Takahashi stood in the alley next to the Swedish Consulate, which was her preferred smoking spot, fumbling in her handbag for her cigarettes. At 23 Chiyo worked at the Swedish Consulate as a secretary for Sven Andersen. While she was a patriot at heart, Chiyo longed for the end to the war and for her beloved Japan to return to her senses, the resignation of Koiso was a definite step in the right direction. As soon as she had found her cigarettes, Chiyo felt a slender hand clamp over her mouth muffling her cry of surprise as she felt a swift chop to the side of her neck. She slumped unconscious in her attackers arms. "Sorry, on'nanako. You certainly picked the wrong time to have a smoke." Quipped Naomi as she lowered the unconscious Chiyo to the floor.




Naomi stripped off her loose black outfit for the last time, including the traditional underwear then knelt by the unconscious woman. Naomi removed the woman's shoes, along with her jewellery and loosened her hair copying her bun. After she put on the woman's jewellery, Naomi unbuttoned the girls blouse revealing a hint of a white lace bullet bra, then she rolled the woman onto her side unzipping the skirt from the rear. She worked the skirt from around the girl's waist and hips, peeling it down her long tanned legs revealing a pair of matching high waisted lace briefs. Having already made her mind up to take the girl's underwear, Naomi whipped off the lace briefs exposing a small brown clit crowned with a thick trimmed strip of light brown pubic hair, and tight peach shaped ass. After pulling up the stolen briefs, Naomi finished unbuttoning the woman's blouse slipping it off her slender shoulders, then unhooked the white lace bullet bra pulling it loose, revealing the unconscious woman's buoyant C-cup breasts with circular perky dark brown areolas. Naomi stood over the slim attractive naked girl, as she dressed in the rest of her stolen outfit. " I'am really sorry about this...Chiyo." Naomi remarked to the sleeping girl, as she looked at Chiyo's papers, putting the camera into her handbag. Before looping the handbag over her shoulders, Naomi bound and gagged the unconscious naked form of Chiyo, with the torn strips of discarded fundoshi and strap before she picked up the naked girl tossing her inside the nearby dumpster, along with the loose black clothing and straw hat. After straightening her stolen skirt, Naomi walked out of the alley towards the Consulate.



Using her disguise, Naomi walked into the Swedish Consulate scanning the lobby for a sign of her contact, Hank Fielding. When she couldn't find him, she asked a passing staffer to where his office was. "Excuse me, where might I find a Mr Sven Andersen, please." Naomi put on her best struggling local persona, the pretty blonde woman smiled as she answered. " Of course, Mr Andersen is on the second floor in his office. Do you need any directions?" Naomi nodded as she thanked the woman, listening to her directions. After bading the Swedish staffer farewell, Naomi made her way to the second floor office of her contact. Within five minutes, she had found herself outside the office of her contact Hank Fielding she knocked twice. "Enter." Came the false Swedish accent from behind the door, Naomi opened the door as she smiled at the man seated behind his desk. He was a middle aged man, with a neat combed brown hair and bright blue eyes, he returned the smile. " Yes? Do we have an appointment, Miss..?" Naomi closed the door behind her, before she uttered the contact phrase, taking a seat opposite him. " I heard Stockholm, is lovely this time of year..." A look of recognition washed over his face. "...but is as nothing on the Big Apple." He replied with his American accent, confirming his identity. "So you are the agent that's a part of Operation Watchman. I suppose you are to thank for my secretary running late." He laughed as he looked at her stolen outfit, Naomi grinned widely as she crossed her legs. " She will be fine, she's just taking a nap in the dumpster in the alley, naked." Fielding raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Well we will leave her in there for a little while, wouldn't things to get awkward. Do you have the camera, agent?" Naomi nodded as she quickly retrieved the camera from her hand bag, sliding it across Fieldings desk. "It's all on here, sir. The candidate lists, the communiqués between the militarists they are floundering. Japan appears ready for surrender." Fielding took the camera, smiling as he looked at it. "Indeed, agent. The Japanese are on their last legs, and you have done your country proud in getting this intelligence. Well done, agent." He said as he secreted the small camera in his desk drawer. " Please, sir. Call me Naomi." She replied as she leant forward. "Well Naomi, here is the details of your extraction. Nearby their is a miniature aircraft, just outside the city. It as enough fuel to get you to Okinawa. Here I will write down the directions." He quickly scribbled the details on a piece of paper, before handing it to her. " I trust you can fly, Naomi?" She nodded as she took the paper, memorising the details before she replaced it into her handbag, she had taken flight training as part of her OSS training. Fielding also rummaged around in his pocket, handing Naomi his car keys. "Here, take my car, it's outside the front a black Ford. It as diplomatic credentials, so you shouldn't get searched as you leave the city." Naomi took the keys as she rose from her chair. " Thank you, sir. But what about your car?" Fielding walked from behind his desk. "I will have an agent pick it up later." He held out his hand. "Good luck, Agent Naomi. You are a credit to our nation. See you stateside." Feeling immense pride, Naomi shook his hand. "I appreciate that, sir. Farewell." She flashed him a quick salute, which he returned. With that she turned opening the door to his office, before she left closing it behind her.




Naomi took a deep breathe, as she put the car into gear driving towards the outskirts of the city. The pride she had felt in Fieldings office, still welled in her breast, not only through her actions had she shortened the war but had proved the worth, of her people and brought honour to her family. Smiling, Naomi drove on towards what she hoped was a brighter future. Not just for her, her family and the Japanese-Americans but for the whole world.

[Void99]

Certainly can't beat the concept of using torn up underwear to bind the unconscious victim....VERY NICE!!!

[dummy76]

Beautiful story. Thank you for your contributions to the forum

[Stormtrooper1990]

Certainly can't beat the concept of using torn up underwear to bind the unconscious victim....VERY NICE!!!

Hi Void


Thanks very much for your comment, it is much appreciated. And it is indeed a very sexy concept to bind your unconscious victim, with their( or your, if you happen to be the infiltrator) underwear. It goes to show that Naomi is a mistress of getting by with limited resources, and as the saying goes improvisation is the mother of invention.


Thank you for reading and enjoying my story.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Beautiful story. Thank you for your contributions to the forum

Hi Dummy


You are quite welcome, my friend. I'am glad you enjoyed the story, and I appreciate your support.

[meditions142]

I had somehow missed reading this story when first posted but just did. Great story.

One fun part of it is that, while I often prefer a bit of variety, here I like that Naomi basically uses the same method every time. Always using the good old neck chop. That one special spot on a woman's neck when hit (or pinched) knocks her right out!