Packaged Dolls

 


Belle waking bright and early... and preparing a nourishing breakfast to start the day out right... even as her morning mail is delivered through the tube system... various memos... bills... and items of business... and something strange... a box tied with a blue ribbon... containing a doll... a very lifelike Blue Belle... the doll bound with little toy ropes... even a little ballgag... the whole thing professionally made...

BlueBelle raises her brows... "Hmm, it takes all kinds... probably just some poor viewer who's watched one too many episodes of Danger Doll... still the work is surprisingly fine..." she examines the Doll and box for any notes or messages... then looks for a return address... "I'll have to check it out just to be safe..."

A message in the bottom of the box... "Dear Ms. MacDuff... I'm very interested in creating a line of dolls from the Danger Dolls... for an adult market..." Signed by one Adam Jade... ‘professional doll creator’... an address provided... the work very fine indeed...

BlueBelle gets up from the table with a sigh... quickly changing out of her nightie into typical work clothes... before examining the Doll once more... “He's good... and honest about his intent... I suppose he deserves a polite rejection... an adult line of Danger Doll Dolls just wouldn't be appropriate...” mid-morning she gets caught up and decides to just drive over to the given address...

The Bellemobile driving out into the sticks... way out of town... right at the edge of the city... a small dollmaking shop... recently bought up... the windows filled with beautiful dolls... the door tinkling as you walk in... the shop empty... dolls and puppets sitting on shelves and dangling from the ceiling... the proprietor looking at you... he looks you over... a handsome man with a shock of white-blond hair and dazzling green eyes... living up to his name... dressed in a white suit with a jade-colored tie... and a white cane... "Well well... the lovely Belle... I take it you got my gift?"

BlueBelle smiles as she strolls inside... blue skirt snapping with each stride of her pecan-tinted thighs... throwing her matching jacket over a shoulder and taking a deep breath... her expanding chest putting some strain on the buttons of her blouse... "You must be Mr. Jade... yes... yes I did... your work is quite nice... are you sure you wouldn't consider creating a line suitable for all ages?"

Adam Jade chuckles... as the door swings closed behind you... his eyes roaming over your generous chest... "Well... you're a very 'adult' figure indeed, Ms MacDuff... besides, I only work for the adult market... my current employer is one of the wealthiest doll collectors in the world... and for him the Dolls are definitely XXX material..." His smile growing sinister as green eyes lock with yours...

BlueBelle holds his gaze for a long moment... finally shrugging and lifting one of his creations to examine it... "It's a shame... I was hoping to convince you to work for me... but it seems you've sold your considerable talents to the wrong sort... or perhaps sold your soul for your considerable talent..." She puts the Doll back down. "At any rate I just wanted to politely refuse your offer."

Adam Jade laughs... "Oh, I see... I'm sorry, but that isn't my real talent... just a hobby... and I'm afraid the offer isn't yours to refuse... you see, you're already a doll, Blue Belle... you just don't know it yet..." He smiles... raising his cane... the silver head shooting a bolt of electricity towards your bountiful chest...

BlueBelle gasps as she is caught utterly by surprise... and surely would be it by the bolt if not for her hold of the jacket draped over her shoulder... whipping it in front of her body as the cane comes up... the charged projectile is brushed aside by a flap of blue wool... and she charges forward... kicking up at the cane... and punching at the man's chin...

The cane deflected... but not kicked out of the man's hand... as he leans backward... moving fluidly... and displaying a deep command of the fighting arts... evading your blow with uncommon skill... and bringing the electrified head of the cane around... aiming for your temple...

BlueBelle curses her own stupidity as she realizes what is happening... caught off-balance moving forward with her arm extended... the only way she can avoid the head of the swinging cane is to duck... and try to shoulder tackle the white-haired fellow...

The cane swishing through your hair as you duck... and throw yourself forward... tackling the man and pushing him backwards onto the desk... as he brings one hand up to grip your throat... bringing his knee up between your thighs at the same moment... aiming to drive one knee into the folds of your sex in a vicious blow...

BlueBelle drives the man back with all the force she can bring to bear... wincing as a hand grasps her throat... gurking as a knee comes up under her skirt with unbelievable force... her lower body gripped with something akin to paralysis... as she punches wildly at the man's head...

Your punches snapping his head left... and right... the perfect face bruised... the nose bleeding as he frowns... letting go of your throat... and trying to hurl you over his head... into a shelf behind the desk... "Naughty girl..."

BlueBelle finds herself being thrown with surprising force... going upside down prior to impact... skirt falling away from flailing legs in shimmering brown nylon... which appears to be sheet to the waist... her back bowing around the shelf on impact... buttons flying from her blouse... sliding roughly to the floor in a shower of broken dolls... frantically trying to get up despite the pain...

The man in the jade tie vaulting nimbly over the desk... a slight smile on his handsome face as he aims the cane at you again... directing a bolt of electricity directly at your exposed folds... before your skirt can slip down... his shimmering green eyes cold and cruel... "I've been paid to procure you, Belle... by hook or by crook..."

BlueBelle has barely raised her head when her eyes widen at the sight of the cane aimed at her... there is buzzing thump as the projectile strikes the nylon-sheathed shape of her sex... lodging in the cleft between her lips... her eyes blinking... head falling back... body twitching... blouse fallen open... breasts jostling about in the lacey bra they threaten to overflow...

Adam Jade smiling... and keeping the cane leveled on you... the electricity continuing to flow... as he smirks... green eyes roaming over your body as he shocks you... cutting the power long enough to reach down and heft one of your breasts... freeing it from the lacy bra... "This is the part of the job I like best, Ms MacDuff..."

BlueBelle hears him better than she sees him through the eyes watering from the agony of the taser charge... it is as if her flesh were on fire... and the groping of her breast only makes it worse... as she lies there unable to move...

Adam Jade smiling... groping and squeezing... caressing... and then removing your bra... using it to bind your wrists behind your back... then lifting you over his shoulder... fingers prodding and groping your sex through the pecan pantyhose as he carries you into the back room of the shop...

BlueBelle 's blouse and skirt are left lying on the floor behind the desk as she is lifted up... groaning at the brush of fingers across the tight nylon that covers her sex... rude digits pushing the stretchy material inside her sex as they find their grip... her body stirring slightly in response to this intrusion...

Adam Jade in the white suit carrying you into the back room... a small crate already open... Jade leaving you on a shelf on the side... giving you another long jolt of the electricity... enjoying watching you jerk and arch... before preparing equipment... shiny blue latex singleglove and singlestocking... grey straps... a ring gag... and a bizarre device... like a dildo attached to a shackle of some kind...

BlueBelle lies on the shelving... twitching... the vision of the crate and devices swimming into focus as her watering eyes begin to clear... her mind desperately trying to regain control of her movements... blinking... trying to make sense of everything she sees...

Adam Jade working quickly... wrapping the latex singleglove around your arms... binding them tightly and forcing shoulders back... then adding the straps... tightening them mercilessly... to make sure of you... before removing your heels... adding the singlestocking to your feet... and binding that equally tightly... "Mmmmm, not bad at all..." Giving your breasts another gentle squeeze...

BlueBelle mewling out a pathetic sounding "no" as the latex single stocking is rolled over her nylons... finally able to control her body again... only to find the strapping around the latex quite tight indeed... twisting and turning at the waist... trying to kick out both legs as one...

Adam Jade stepping back... out of reach of the kick... his fighting prowess making him more than your equal in this situation... as he prods you with the cane again... giving you a brief jolt... then moving to pick up the ring gag... running a hand through your hair... then roughly gripping... forcing your lips to his... for a rough, penetrating kiss... tongue invading... teasing against yours...

BlueBelle gasps and sputters... spitting venom as he finally breaks the kiss... "You sick bastard! You will pay for this! What kind of a man are you? What do you think you're doing? What are you planning to do... to... me?" Belle's voice trailing off... blinking... meekly accepting the ring gag as it is strapped in place...

Black_Pirate strapping the ring gag tightly into place... green eyes meeting yours... as he smiles... and gently strokes under your chin... "There's a good girl... now you're getting the idea..." He smiles... lifting you... and carrying you to the crate... laying you on your back... your legs high in the air... as he picks up the strange device...

BlueBelle looks up from her tight space... her latex-stocking-bound legs pointing at the ceiling... as a hand reaches for her ankles... eyes wide as she finally realizes the purpose of the device... she shakes her head... strands of auburn hair falling across her face... sniffling... waving her legs about... hopelessly trying to escape the grasping hand...

Adam Jade’s hand stroking... caressing your legs through the latex... the man with the green eyes shaking his head... smiling as he locks the device onto your ankles... the red dildo jutting out... blunt spikes at the base... cruel ridges on the shaft... "Mmmm, magnificent... I hope the rest of the Dolls are half as exciting as you..." He bends your legs... the dildo moving down to hose-covered folds...

BlueBelle watches helplessly as her legs are pressed down to her chest... breast flesh oozing out on either side of her knees as they are bent... the dildo device on the ankle shackle rotating toward her pucker... pushing stretchy nylon deep inside her sex... until the fabric tears like a hymen... Belle swallowing hard...

Adam Jade smiling as he locks the ring at the end of the singlestocking to the one at the end of the glove... locking everything in place... the dildo buried deep inside you... the man in white leaning down... running his fingertips through your hair again... and delivering an almost loving kiss to your forehead... before he closes the lid... picks up a hammer... and begins to nail the lid down...

BlueBelle sobs quietly... unable to move an inch... every pinging strike of hammer to nail sending a tingling sensation rippling through her flesh... a tight shuddering package on the verge of orgasm by the time the hammering stops... and exiting footfalls leave her alone in the stuffy darkness...

******

Chickfighter gets stopped by Sara in the hall... "Chicky, Belle went out to a dollmaker's place this morning to turn down his offer to make adult dolls of our team... I haven't heard from her... and the Bellemobile is still parked where she left it before lunch... do you mind driving out there to check on her?" Less than half an hour later Chicky parks her pink Mustang next to Belle's BMW...

The doll store looking empty... no sign of anyone... the place deserted... various dolls and puppets hanging from the ceiling... and one on the counter... a Chickfighter doll... in uniform... bound with tiny ropes... and a little ballgag... and mounted on some sort of tiny little dildo stand... a perfect work of art...

Chickfighter frowns at the obscene artwork depicting her... and looks around the place... taking out her cell... "Sara... sure enough... Belle's car is here... but no sign of Belle or anyone else... just a bound Chickfighter doll as a sick message to me... I'd say someone's playing games with us... wait... I see something... I think I found a button from Belle's blouse..."

The button laying on the floor under the counter... one single button... whoever was here must have missed it... your eyes widening as you crouch down to pick it up... and see the dynamite wired to the underside of the counter... with three seconds left on the counter...

Chickfighter 's blue eyes widen until almost as large as the O of her mouth... "Oopsie! Gotta run!" Sara hears three gasping breaths... and a huge explosion... the pitter patter of debris raining down... then a long silence... before a groan... some rustling of silk... "Well that was unfriendly... I think whoever took Belle just tried to kill me..."

The whole store wrecked... a smoking ruin... no clues to be had... as you stare at the wreckage... a whip cracking down from the roof of the neighboring building... yanking the phone from your hand and smashing it against the wall...

Chickfighter yelps and jerks her head around as the phone is knocked from her hand... blond bob flaring out... bouncing as the crouching figure in the pink gi leaps up... clenching her fists to meet this foe... Sara hears only the yelp before losing the connection...

A woman in shimmering red leather standing... hooded... carrying a metal bullwhip with her... crackling with electricity... her eyes narrowing as she smirks... "Hello, Miss Whipple... my name is Whiplash... and I've been hired to escort you to your new life..."

Chickfighter looks upwards and points a finger... "You're awfully confident for someone whose Uncle Snidely is in jail... tell me where Belle is and perhaps I'll go easy on you..." Molly is already running forward... pulling the belt from the loose-fitting shiny silk gi... as her footies begin running up the side of the building...

The whip lashing out... the tip of the whip firing a projectile at the wall at your feet... a small explosive... blasting away a chunk of the wall even as you run up it... this girl obviously full of tricks... and no pushover... as she laughs musically...

Chickfighter flicks out her belt like a whip of her own... the pink fabric wrapping around the flexible metal... the nimble girl in pink swinging away from the explosion and on up to the roof... thereby skirting the lack of footing issue... trying to yank the whip away from the woman in red leather as she lands...

Whiplash in red laughing... the whip not leaving her hand... as you look closer... the fingers of that hand seemingly fused together into a kind of blob... a sickening feeling in your stomach as you realize that this woman has had the whip permanently fused to her hand... as she jerks back... surprisingly strong... perhaps on a level with you...

Chickfighter pops her belt free of the whip with a flick of her wrist... nibbling at her lip as she considers her options... but only for a second before diving under a guidewire to the radio antenna on top of the building... trying to make it difficult for Whiplash to use her weapon...

Whiplash frowning... and cracking the whip again... the whip coiling around the guidewire... then glowing white-hot for a moment... the guidewire melting and snapping... as the whip returns... the formidable weapon seemingly capable of generating heat... electricity... and explosive projectiles... perhaps having other abilities... a foe capable of going toe to toe even with a genetic superwoman like yourself...

Chickfighter flips out her belt to catch the loose guidewire... pulling it to herself and grasping... swinging around the antenna in an arc... the pink silk of her unbelted gi flapping open... as her slender legs come up to kick at the hooded woman in red thigh boots from the other side...

Your feet slamming into the woman's back... sending her tumbling over the roof... snarling... and coming up onto her feet... eyes narrowed as she lashes out again with the whip... a sizzling electric arc heading right towards you...

Chickfighter holds on to the guidewire as she twists aside... the whip slicing her trailing gi in half... as it comes off Chicky's back... leaving her in pink bra, panties and footies... footies that finally find purchase on the parapet beyond Whiplash... yanking the wire... the antenna supports groaning... then the metal structure falling like a tree toward Whiplash...

The shadow falling across the woman in red leather... as she runs for the edge of the roof... diving off it as the metal structure crashes down... destroying the rooftop surface... and raising a huge cloud of dust... which clears to leave you alone and looking at the wreckage... no sign of your foe...

Chickfighter leaps forward... standing atop the wreckage in nothing but her undies... bouncing to the edge of the roof to look down... cursing at herself for letting her foe get away... realizing that the red leather bitch was her only clue to finding Belle... peering down in hopes of spotting her yet...

The bitch in red leather flattened against the wall... standing on tiptoe on a jutting window ledge... and waiting for you to poke your head over the roof edge... before she sends the whip cracking upwards... to wrap around your throat... aiming to send a long sizzling burst of electricity through you... while pulling you off the roof...

Chickfighter gurks as the whip wraps around her neck... her hands flying up to grasp it... their grip sizzling as her knuckles whiten... unable to let go... as her shocked, shuddering body is yanked off the roof... plummeting headfirst toward the ground below... eyes seemingly popping out of their sockets...

Whiplash snapping the whip again... nearly snapping your neck... but slamming you into the ground bodily... rather than cracking your skull on the pavement... keeping the voltage flowing as she leaps down... her rubber soles landing hard on spasming ribs... grinning mercilessly... "That's it, Miss Whipple... struggle for me..."

Chickfighter is dashed hard to the ground... flat on her back... limbs sprawling out... one breast popping free of its cup... grunting as the heels of red boots drive any remaining air out of her lungs as well as snap a couple of ribs... the shuddering girl in pink unable to do anything but convulse... and stare in disbelief...

Whiplash looking down at you... continuing to keep the electricity flowing... purring as she watches you jolt and quiver... then moving... dragging you towards the back entrance of the building... and inside...

Chickfighter continues to shake as she is dragged roughly across the ground... on side of her panties hanging on a rock and sliding most of the way down one ass cheek... the exposed breast jiggling tightly... the electrocuted heroine beginning to foam at the mouth...

Whiplash smirking... enjoying the sight of you being completely degraded in this way... contemplating turning up the voltage... as she drags you into a room with a spool of titanium wire... a clear perspex box... and a cement machine...

Chickfighter flops about pitifully on the concrete floor... her skin glistening with sweat... saliva erupting from her nose... the eyes of the shocked heroine becoming glassy... helpless to do anything to prevent whatever fate awaits...

Whiplash unwinding her whip... and moving quickly... working one-handed... but using her other hand to nudge you into place... binding ankles... knees... thighs together with the titanium wire... then forcing your wrists up behind your throat... and binding them there...

Chickfighter flops limply about... left temporarily paralyzed by the extended tasering... only just beginning to twitch as her wrists are bound to her neck... choking as she flinches... the wire cutting into her flesh if she struggles...

Whiplash purring softly... cooing as she strokes you with her working hand... "Mmmm... I hear Mr. Jade has something very special waiting for you... I just wish I could watch..." She giggles... bending your ankles right back... and lashing them to your wrists with the wire...

Chickfighter groans at these words... and as her ankles are wired to her wrists... trussed up by unbreakable wire... shaking her head no... choking again... whimpering as she falls on her side... hair falling in her face... her bra and panties both still slightly askew... rivulets of sweat running from her body... a pathetic display...

Whiplash grinning... stroking two fingers against your folds as you sweat and shake... eyes merciless as she runs a rope from the wires to a ceiling hook... using it to swing you up... and then lower you into the middle of the perspex box... until you're hanging right in the middle... facing a circular hole in the side... as she fetches a tube... "Open wide..."

Chickfighter gulps... and blinks... and accepts the tube with a sniffle... getting a sinking feeling as she dangles in the middle of the perspex box... as she begins to suspect what is about to happen... straining at the wire... drops of blood forming where the wire cuts into her flesh...

Whiplash attaching the other end of the tube to the hole... as you suck on the one end... smirking as she runs a tube from the cement machine over the box... the machine chugging as cement flows... slowly filling the box... the level rising... slowly enveloping you... inch by inch...

Chickfighter contorts her face in utter dismay... but knows to keep the tube in her lips... even as the cold liquid rock envelopes... oozes... flows... fills... one heavy bubble of gas rising to the surface from under her panties... the clammy touch everywhere... closing her eyes as the mud-like stuff rises past... completely disappearing into the thick goop...

Soon nothing left but a solid block of cement... drying fast... as Whiplash removes the perspex... and wheels out the cement block... loading it into your own Mustang... and driving into the sunset... listening to the music of the helpless sounds coming from deep in the block...

******

PoleCat heads out on patrol in her hooded persona... Sara having put the Dolls in undercover mode with Belle and Chicky both missing... Carly can't help but feel a little uneasy as she takes to the streets... Yumi's examination of the scene finding no clues... Sara so far unable to trace the mysterious Mr. Jade... still ordinary people need protection... so Carly does her duty... as PoleCat...

The alleys of the city seeming quiet... and still... as if the city is holding its breath... an old-looking man leaning on a staff feebly trudging down one alley... arms laden with presents... one dropping unnoticed as he continues tottering on his way... left on the ground...

PoleCat bounces forward and scoops up the package with a flick of her staff... calling out after the old man... "Hey Santa..." grinning... "Wait, I think you like dropped this package..." running after the man... her bobtail of blond atop her hood bouncing about...

The old man turning... smiling under the short white beard... eyes twinkling as he leans on his staff... dressed in a long coat... "Well, well... looks like I've been careless... since you're so honest, you can have that one... why don't you open it..."

PoleCat nibbles at her lip... her eyes going from man to package and back again... "Really? Like thanks." She grins as he nods... and overcome by her natural curiosity... without further hesitation begins to tear into the package...

The paper tearing... to reveal a box... with a clear plastic front... and a beautifully-made doll... of AmeriCat... ballgagged... bound with toy ropes... and dangling from her ankles... your eyes widening in shock... as the old man suddenly swings his staff at your temple with surprising speed...

PoleCat has no time to block the swinging staff... but she is able to barely duck out of the path... feeling it brush her bobtail as it whistles over her head... swinging her own staff at the man's ankles as she stays low to the ground... throwing the package at the man's face...

The man leaping the swinging staff... but not expecting the package... smacking him in the face and sending him staggering back a few paces... narrowing his eyes... straightening and flinging off his coat... to reveal black robes... much less decrepit that he seemed earlier... "My name is Master Stick..."

PoleCat nodding and coming up into her usual stance... narrowing the cat eyes inside her black hood... a two handed grip on her staff... pointing it at him... "Are you the one that came after Chicky recently?"

Master Stick holds your gaze... not answering... before Master Stone leaps from the rooftop... his heavy rock attached to a length of chain... swinging it over his head... aiming for your shoulder as he enters his power dive...

PoleCat barely begins to ask... "Where is your bro..." when she hears the sound of rushing air and spins... using one end of her staff to deflect the stone past her shoulder... cracking the pavement near her running shoe upon impact... "Like nevermind..." her staff spinning in her hands... the end opposite the one that deflected the stone flashing at the diving ninja...

The spinning end of your staff catching the ninja in the chest... sending him flying back... crashing into a pile of cardboard boxes... even as Stick seizes his opening... and spins his own staff... aiming to catch you in the ribs with the flashing wood...

PoleCat oophs even as she finishes her move on Stone... Stick's staff landing with the crack of a baseball bat into the white of her midsection... making a croaking noise as she doubles over... tucking a shoulder and trying to roll away to regain her breath... but telling herself if Chicky could do it she can...

Master Stone picking himself up... and once again hefting his rock... even as Stick runs after you... aiming more blows down at your rolling form... striking with the speed of the rattlesnake... eager to avenge his defeat by Chicky on one of her teammates...

PoleCat rolls over and over... Stick's staff smacking the pavement close behind... intentionally hooking her staff into a manhole cover as she rolls over it... popping it up into Stick's path... as well as opening a hole in front of his rushing feet... as she risks popping up to her own feet... and lunging at Stone with a thust of the blunt end of her staff...

Master Stick tripping on the cover... and tumbling forward into the open manhole... using his stick to stop himself... but still climbing out as you attack Stone... the big man swinging his rock into the path of the staff... delivering a hard knock to the wood... aiming to knock it right out of your hand...

PoleCat yelps as the stone strikes her staff... unbelievably snapping... Cat gasping as she gapes at the two pieces of her splintered weapon... one in each hand... blinking as she backs away... looking from one opponent to the other as they square off... two against one...

Master Stone moving first... lumbering forward and swinging his stone around... aiming to slam it right into your belly... and slam you into the wall... as Stick moves to attack from long distance... aiming his stick at your forehead and jabbing quickly...

PoleCat instinctively moves to counter each strike with a brush of the splintered stick in each hand... her technique is flawless... the staff is deflected harmlessly past her head... but the stone simply has too much momentum... knocking the stick from her hand... lifting her off the ground as it crunches her into the brick facade behind...

Master Stone laughing as he swings the rock away... and Stick moves in... the pair an effortless team... especially against one foe... and having trained for weeks after their humiliating defeat by Chickfighter... taking it out on you as Stick aims the tip of his staff between your thighs in a brutal blow...

PoleCat is too stunned from the previous blow to move as quickly as she would need to... grunting loudly as the blunt end of the staff hammers her right in the white pout of her sex... she throws her remaining piece of splintered staff at him as she goes to her nylon-clad knees...

The piece of staff striking Stick right between the eyes... knocking him on his ass... but not out... as he snarls... Stone avenging his honor by swinging the ball around again... aiming for your belly... in another rib-crunching attack... laughing... "Get used to it, PoleCunt... we've seen what Mr. Jade has planned for you..."

PoleCat looks up from her knees as Stick falls back... her modest but pert chest heaving against the tight white costume... reaching a gloved hand into her sash for a stinkgas pellet... never getting the chance to throw it down... as her little body folds around the swinging stone... which drives her back into the wall so hard her ass goes through it... leaving her wedged there... helpless... flailing...

Master Stick getting up... and chuckling at your predicament... beaten black and blue and wedged into a wall... "Lights out, PoleCat..." he smirks... before aiming a hard blow at your temple...

PoleCat shakes her head... the bobtail on the top of her hood flopping back and forth... before a loud whack sends her into oblivion... her flailing limbs falling limp...

Masters Stick and Stone working quickly... tugging you out of the wall... Stone tossing you over one shoulder... taking the opportunity to grip your battered bottom... kneading it roughly... as Stick picks up the remains of your own staff... smirking as he puts the two halves under his arm... the men carrying you around the corner... and into a warehouse door... an abandoned box factory...

PoleCat hangs limply over Stone's shoulder... twitching once or twice as the fingers of the rude hand that holds her dig the white crotch of her leotard into the nylon folds of her tights as they secure a grip in her asshole... but otherwise out cold and not seemingly about to reawaken...

The villains entering a secluded room... Stone dumping you on a counter... tearing your costume off your body with rude hands... groping and squeezing... then pulling off the nylon tights... pulling them over your head... and wadding the excess into your mouth as a gag... until you appear to be wearing a nylon hood... Stone follows by binding your wrists with tough plastic ties... then holding your thighs wide apart...

PoleCat plops on the counter like a dead weight... flopping about as she is stripped of sash, shoes, gloves... and hood… her small body easily manhandled... bare flesh flopping about on the table as her leotard and tights come off... wearing only the nylon hood of her own tights... her clean-shaven sex as tight and white as ever even as her legs are spread...

Master Stick approaching with the two halves of your staff... looking at Stone... "Hold her steady, brother... this will probably wake her... too bad for her Mr. Jade didn't specify in what condition he wanted her..." The man grinning as he roughly forces one half of the staff into your folds... and deep inside you... in a brutal thrust...

PoleCat lurches as the piece of staff is rammed inside her... the wild oscillating of taut copper-colored nipples on her tightly jiggling little breasts a testament to her shuddering gasps of anguish... blood trickling out of her sex from the obliterated hymen... straining every fiber in her body to pull free of the man who wields the stone...

Master Stone gripping your legs and flipping you over... before stuffing one under each arm... leaving you no option but to thrash... and squirm... as the sadistic Stick presses the other half of the staff between your cheeks... pressing against your tight star... before roughly forcing it into your bottom... slowly...

PoleCat arches her back and squirms... screams muffled by nylon as she writhes in excruciating agony... her copper-topped little orbs grinding against the countertop as she twists and turns... her powerful round ass keeping the intrusion out for a full minute... until her anal ring is defeated... and the fight goes out of her...

Master Stone taking more of the plastic ties and binding ankles, knees and thighs tightly together... then doing the same with your elbows... before the two men lift you towards a vertical pole... next to a spool of clear, thick plastic wrap... standing you up against the pole and pulling the wrap around your feet and ankles...

PoleCat squirms as she is lifted... now very tightly bound indeed... the massive blunt intrusions causing her holes to pound with pain... her bound elbows and wrists lifted over a pole... standing there... seeing poorly through the curtain of nylon... but shaking her head at the feel of the industrial pallet wrap being pulled tight about her feet, ankles and defiant fists of calf...

Master Stone taking the opportunity to give your nipples a last rough pinch and tug... groping your breasts... before the machine whirrs into life... the pole and the circular stand it's on revolving... turning you around and around... as the spool slowly rises... wrapping you in ultra-tight clear wrap... mummifying you...

PoleCat mewls into her gag and makes one more futile effort to snap the ties with a tensing of her muscular little body... before realizing its hopeless... sniffling as the wrap moves upwards... emitting a shuddering sob as her breasts are flattened by the wrap... soon completely encased in the clear heavy-duty plastic used to keep heavy loads from shifting...

The spool depositing another layer on your body as it moves down... then back up for a third... the air cut off... as the seconds tick by... a minute... a minute and a half... your lungs burning... body screaming for air... as the turning stops... and Stick pierces the plastic under one nostril with an expertly-wielded pallet knife... allowing you barely enough oxygen to survive... as the pole is removed...

PoleCat fears for a long moment that her life may be over... unable to breathe... sweating... the world spinning away from her... before she gets a sniff of air... breathing rapidly in and out... as she feels the pole slipped out... leaving her bound form and it's intrusions wrapped in tight unbreakable plastic from nylon hooded head to toe...

Masters Stick and Stone carrying you out... and into the boot of a waiting car... as you begin your journey as the latest of Mr. Jade's Doll collection...

******

KunoichiKei heads quickly home from class in her school uniform... alert... cautious... what with half of the team missing… Sara having wanted her to stay in the Tower... but because of a scheduled exam feeling she had to go... pretty sure she aced the test in ‘Worst Case Scenario 202’... now if she could only do the same for the Dolls worst case scenario... but as yet Sara didn't even have a clue where to start...

You take the most direct and well-lit road home... past the various shops... looking back and forth... all around... passing a toy store... something catching your eye... a doll in a school uniform... with your face... beautifully made... and bound up with toy ropes... complete with a ballgag... a chill running down your spine on the deserted street...

KunoichiKei takes a deep breath at the sight... the one thing they do know is that Dolls like this were present in at least two of the disappearances... Kei is instantly torn... it could be a trap... but it could also be the break they need to find out what happened... flipping open her cell... "Sara? Kei here... I found a bound toy of myself at... uhm... 1114 HillDale... I'm checking it out!"

The store seemingly closed... but the door opening as you move in... the store deserted... no employees around at all... the tills open and empty... hard to tell whether they're just closing up for the night of whether the place has been robbed... a back door leading to some stairs... heading down to the basement...

KunoichiKei stops to examine the Doll she saw in the window... it really is her... the detail amazing... she glances about to see if she spots any others of the team in Doll form... but does not... she puts the Doll in her pack and continues exploring... stepping lightly in her crosstrainers... pausing at the top of the stairs and taking a deep breath...

The stairs yawning before you... a shadow appearing for a moment at the bottom... perhaps the people who've been responsible for the disappearing Dolls... as you step down the stairs for a few paces... still undecided as the door slams behind you... and locks... some sort of electronic gizmo having been attached to it... a trap... and the doll was the bait...

KunoichiKei gets that old familiar sinking feeling as she realizes she's screwed up again... she clenches her fist as she leaps to the floor below in a single bound... her lavender skirt flying up from her powerful thighs... and glutiful pink panties... she'll just have to fight her way out... and in so doing find the others... and prove herself to Belle once and for all...

The basement big... a couple of boxes of toys down there... but mostly empty space... a big man waiting... a hulking brute... with a metallic hockey mask... body a mass of hair and scars... leather trousers, boots and gloves completing the rough image... a heavy chain in each hand... moving seemingly of their own accord like snakes... as red eyes fix on you through the slits... "They call me Chainmaster..."

KunoichiKei gulps... the guy looks bigger than Tsunami... and the chains are possessed of unnatural movement... stalling for time as she looks around... "Hiya... I'm Kei... Kei Kishimoto... you don't go to the School of the Fighting Arts do you... cause I don't remember seeing you..." her hand digging in a box of toys... pelting the huge man with Barbi dolls...

The Chainmaster grunting as the first couple of Barbi Blaze dolls hit him... holding out the twin chains... which start to revolve like helicopter blades... forming shields... swatting away the dolls as they fly towards him... advancing at you... the smell of him overpowering in the basement room...

KunoichiKei makes a face like something left a bad taste in her mouth... though whether because of his smell or the uselessness of the Barbi dolls is hard to know... as she runs out of Barbi's she kicks the empty box at his feet and backs up the stairs... backing toward the locked door...

The Chainmaster following you up the stairs... using his living chains like whips... the heavy links cracking out towards you... aimed at belly height... going for your ribs...

KunoichiKei retreats until her back is to the door... waiting in a crouch until the chains whip out at her... lunging... twisting... flipping... back to the floor before... hoping the chains will knock the door open... as she bounces toward the second box of toys to see what is inside...

The first chain cracking the wood of the door... the second smashing it off its hinges... as the Chainmaster snarls... and spins... lumbering back down the stairs towards you... as you open the box... discovering packets of marbles... dozens of them... ten to a packet...

KunoichiKei rips open the first pack of marbles... and with a flick of her fingers begins shooting them like round bullets at the chest of the huge man who now stands between her and her escape route... "You know you not only look like Jason... you smell like him too!"

The circular spheres rebounding off the chest... leaving little red marks... bruises... one or two striking ribs... leading to grunts of pain... the big man unable to swat these away with the maneuver he used before... snarling in pain... bellowing like a bull... and hurling one of the chains at you... the metal twisting in the air as it flies at your legs...

KunoichiKei shoves the box of marbles in front of her to block the chain... it almost seems to explode as the chain hits it... wood splintering... marbles going everywhere... the floor becoming covered in glass ball bearings... she dances away... almost like skating on ice... or at least roller blades...

The chain deflected... slithering quickly back to its master... as the big man slips on the marbles... slamming down onto his back... marbles digging in... snorting and growling like a bull elephant... getting back on his feet... snarling... "You're going to pay for that..."

KunoichiKei is already taking advantage of her opening... running up the side wall and leaping past her downed foe to the stairs in a flap of lavender skirt... showing the pink panties on round churning bottom as she runs up the stairs towards freedom... "No way!"

The Chainmaster getting to his feet... barreling towards you... moving faster than his sweaty bulk would have you believe... both his chains flicking out... aiming to wrap them about your waist and drag you back into the basement... growling like a bear...

KunoichiKei makes it through the door only to fall flat as her feet are yanked out from under her... the grip of the chains around her ankles seeming to tighten as it pulls her back... desperately swinging her backpack off her shoulders... clutching the strap as she loops it around the radiator by the stairs... "I said no..." there is a snap of strap... and her voice trails off as she slides roughly down the stairs... "waaAAaaAAaayy..."

The Chainmaster yanking you down the stairs... the power in his arms enough to whip you around in a wide arc... slamming you into the brick wall of the cellar... then into the floor... the chains helping him to slam you around...

KunoichiKei grunts from the thump of each step as she is dragged down... her skirt riding up around her waist... arms flailing as she becomes airborne... squealing until she hits the wall... buttons flying... grunting as she smacks to the floor... trying to wobble to her feet... her feet going right out from under her as she stands on the marbles... and plops on her butt... dazed... blouse hanging open...

The Chainmaster's chains slithering out from around your ankles... one whipping to wind around your torso... below your breasts... trying to trap your arms... and the other aiming for your throat... attempting to tighten around there... as the huge sweaty monster brings one massive boot back... then swings a vicious kick... aiming right at the pink panties between your twitching thighs...

KunoichiKei is caught and choking before she knows what happened... hands flying to the chain at her throat... trying to pull it away... until her eyes nearly pop out of her skull... as the boot lands into the pink cotton-covered pout between her sprawled thighs... her whole body lurching... her arms dropping to her sides...

The chain whipping away... and back to pin your arms to your sides... the huge man reaching out... trying to grab your hair and lift you up by it... then slam one meaty fist into your midsection... and knock the fight out of you...

KunoichiKei recoils from the brutal blow... her left breast leaping out of the pink cup that holds it... her battered body dangling by the hair... her blouse and skirt hanging in tatters... looking very much like the loser of this fight... as her throbbing pout begins to swell against tight pink...

The sweaty man in the metal mask panting... breathing hard as he slowly rips away the tattered pieces of blouse... and skirt... delivering another brutal punch to your belly every time you so much as twitch... never mind show any fight...

KunoichiKei squirms but her arms are pinned... she kicks the man on his hip as he removes her skirt... the kicks have no effect... but his responding punch hits her ribs with a loud crack... she gurks but kicks again... higher... it doesn't seem to faze him... and he cracks another of her ribs... soon twitch is about all she can do... between tortured shallow sobs...

The loud, growling pants seeming to fill the room... this savage more of an animal than a man... as if he's been mainlining testosterone... delivering another pounding blow to your ribs for good measure... and a savage punch into your pouting sex... before dragging you towards the stairs... and up to the shop floor...

KunoichiKei bounces along roughly on her left side... dragged by the hair... restrained by a chain... one boob in... one boob out... the tight exposed flesh plopping slowly up and over each step... as does the curve of her ass... the panties working to the base of the curve on that side... shuddering with every excruciating breath she takes... as she lies at the feet of the animal...

The monster delivering a hard kick to your ribs... before lifting you up... rubbing your panties into your folds with thick, rough fingers... before yanking them up... and off you... stuffing them roughly into your mouth before he bends you over the desk... "I'm going to enjoy myself with you... from what Mr. Jade told me, it's my last chance... I know what he's got planned for you..."

KunoichiKei shakes her head no... but is quite helpless with her arms pinned as they are... her bare breast squashed to the desk top... the smooth peach-shape of her sex appearing like the bullseye of her wriggling upturned ass... biting down on her own wet panties as she feels the foul stinky man prod her with his throbbing cock...

The Chainmaster snarling... panting and snorting like a pig instead of a human being... before he thrusts his huge, stiff member deep into your sex... pounding roughly and brutally into you... reaching to grip your breasts... groping them roughly with his ham hands... growling in between pants... "What Jade has ready for you is going to make this seem like the best day of your life..." He sniggers between thrusts...

KunoichiKei yelps more than breathes... occasionally choking on an uncontrollable sob... realizing the magnitude of her failure even as her head pounds like his cock... and her body is driven past it's limits... beginning to buck and cum in the midst of blinding pain... tears streaming down her cheeks...

The Chainmaster drooling on your back... in a final humiliation... as his own member explodes inside you... filling you with his thick, hot seed... seemingly gallons of it... shooting over your ass and thighs as he pulls out... still dripping from his cock as he yanks you off the desk and hurls you onto the floor... at one end of a patterned rug...

KunoichiKei hits the floor with a heavy wet thud... instinctively trying to crawl away... a pitiful sight as her legs flail and she inches across the rug... her right breast oozing free of her bra... now utterly askew... her straining arms unable to pull free of the chain that cinches them at the elbows...

Black_Pirate the man leaning down... grinning behind the steel mask as he tears away the bra... and uses it to bind your ankles... before rolling up the heavy rug... with you in it... moving quickly... until all there is… is a rolled up carpet... with the faint sounds of a mewling prisoner trapped inside...

KunoichiKei whimpers as she is rolled up in heavy musty darkness... trapped with her own body odor and that of the brute that he left splattered all over her backside... a miserable trip ahead of her... soon losing track of time and orientation as the carpet is transported... to parts unknown... and an apparently unmentionable fate...

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SilkShadow rustles along the street like a shifting shadow that comes and goes in the blinking red of the neon from above... a brush of jet black hair... a flutter of silk gi here... a flex of muscled thigh and a golden stare... one that warns you not to get too near... katana slung over shoulder bare... a seething flash of dragon tattoo there...

Sara having analyzed the doll found in Kei's backpack... not made by the toyshop in which it was found... the owner having been beaten and left for dead by whoever took Kei... even as you follow the thin trail of clues... you know that you're also drawing these kidnappers out...

SilkShadow moving quickly... lengthening from shadow to shadow... checking out leads for Sara... as is that detective friend of Belle's... wondering if and when she will be attacked... being a much less visible member of the team... even as DragonDoll… still wanted in Japan... her shadow skills making her difficult to stalk...

Something glinting on the rooftop ahead of you... a small silver box... slightly smaller than a shoebox... with an ornate dragon carved into the lid... the hackles standing up on your neck... someone would have had to have been watching you... and predicting your moves... to place what you think is in that box in your path...

SilkShadow scans the darkness of the rooftop... but sees no one... and so she pads across the tiled roof to pick up the box... and see if it holds the exquisitely crafted likeness she expects... her senses alert... her body relaxed and ready... glad for the chance to do battle if that is what is to be... rather than continue this game of cat and mouse...

The box opening easily... indeed containing a beautiful porcelain version of yourself... gagged... and bound with tiny silken ropes... the scent of spiced oils drifting up from the box... this dollmaker has outdone himself... but you appreciate the doll much more for what it portends... a battle with this mysterious enemy... and a chance to rescue your fellow Dolls...

SilkShadow begins to head back toward the Tower with this new doll... so that it can be added to the set of clues... perhaps she will be able to recover the whole set... for the Dolls trophy case in the lobby of the DDSTV Tower... after she removes the heads of all involved in capturing her teammates... the closest thing she has to a clan...

A figure stepping out of the shadows behind you... calling out... "Yumi Sushi... your presence is requested by Adam Jade... choosing to dishonor this request will go badly for you..." The voice smooth and rich... and speaking in perfect native Japanese... as you turn to see a well-built man dressed in a silver karate outfit... showing off muscular arms... with a silver dragon flowing from one to the other...

SilkShadow turns and bows politely to a man who appears to also be hosting a dragon... a faint grin on her lips... setting the doll down on the rooftop... "So Mr. Jade is indeed behind this... does he wish to release my teammates to me unharmed... and who are you... I don't believe we've met?"

The man bows... "He does not so wish... rather, he would like to have the pleasure of your company indefinitely... I am the Steel Dragon... and I followed your pursuit of the dragons of this plane with interest... however, my own dragon comes from another reality entirely... and I will be interested to see which is the stronger... shall we begin?"

SilkShadow narrows the eyes above the thin strip of silk to which her pursed lips now press... not sure what to think of this claim... having at first thought this to be one of the dragons that had previously escaped her... still it should prove interesting in any case... "Yes, of course..." She reaches back over her shoulder and draws her katana with both hands...

Steel Dragon's eyes shimmering silver for a moment as he reaches behind his back... drawing a steel staff... with an obvious join in the middle... splitting it into two billy clubs... as if to keep you informed of all aspects of his weapon before the combat truly begins... a man of some honor, evidently... although why he serves Jade, you can only guess...

SilkShadow again nods... "Understand... my friends are at stake... I will not hesitate..." And with those words left hanging in her wake... flows into flickering shadow with the grace of fluttering silk... becoming only a breezy whisper in dark space... until a splash of dragon running along a muscular arm... and a flash of steel as the katana is drawn... a tinkling like wind chimes as work is done...

The silver dragon flowing along the fighter's arm as he moves to intercept the katana strike with one of the billy clubs... attempting to direct it up and over his head... while his other arm aims a blow with the other club at your side... eyes narrowed in total concentration... and complete silence... only the faintest whisper of movement...

SilkShadow spins from attack to block... red silk fluttering as she dances to the sound of metal on metal... instantly aware this is a master... one with a power like her own... she snap kicks even as her singing blade flashes side to side from block to attack and so on per ancient forms...

The Steel Dragon likewise moving from attack to block... the snap kick keeping him on the defensive as he has to block that as well as the katana... one billy club clanging against the katana blade... the other moving to block the kick... the silver dragon flashing into that arm as he brings the steel bar down forcefully... his eyes never leaving yours... taking your measure...

SilkShadow grinning... keeping her dragon coiled... like a knot in the pit of her stomach... waiting for the right moment to reveal it... snapping her kick back from the block... and wheeling into a roundhouse kick... preparing to thrust if the other steel bar is used to block...

The Steel Dragon's eyes widening for a split-second... reading your intent like a chess game... and realizing that he must sacrifice a piece... moving the other steel bar to the katana... attempting to flip it out of your hand even as the kick connects... his dragon moving to meet yours... a flash of green and silver... and a crack of what could be thunder... as the Steel Dragon is knocked sideways...

SilkShadow grins and she lunges forward while her foe is off-balance... attempting to pin one steel bar to the rooftop with one leg... even as her blade keeps the other bar engaged... spinning to an inside position... releasing her coiled dragon to her to a back elbow... as she aims to drive it into his sternum...

The Steel Dragon analyzing the situation... letting go of one bar as you tread it underfoot... parrying with the other... and aiming an open palm strike up at your descending dragon... his own silver dragon snarling and snapping furiously into the attack... meeting offense with offense...

SilkShadow blinks as flames erupt from the impact of her elbow to open palm... shaking the arm as she spins away and lifts her katana to a ready position... with her traditional two-handed grip... nodding and rushing... feigning a strike of the katana... in a head-high slash... as she uncoils her dragon into a strike at the tile roof... sending a wave of shattering force rumbling towards her foe's feet...

The Steel Dragon thinking alike... ducking the feigned slash... and driving a rock smash blow down at the roof... his eyes widening as his blow coincides with your own... the two waves of force meeting... and shattering the roof under your feet... the rubble giving way and sending you both toppling down to the floor below...

SilkShadow grabs three knives from her thigh strap as the red silk flutters up... letting them fly at her foe even while both fighters are still falling... hitting the floor rolling forward... silk rustling... thrusting upwards as she comes out of the somersault...

The Steel Dragon blocking the knives with a silvery dragon tattoo on his forearm... leaving three shallow cuts... bleeding... the dragon hissing in pain and anger... even as he sweeps his remaining steel club sideways... again attempting to knock the katana from your hand as he blocks the blow... looking serious... knowing that first blood has been drawn...

SilkShadow yelps as her katana is knocked from her hands... whistling skyward... she steps back into a ready crouch and prepares to hold her ground until the descending blade skewers her opponent upon its return... "You good."

The Steel Dragon circling... eyes on you... but seemingly aware of the trajectory of the spinning blade... hurling his bar at the perfect instant to deflect the path of the spinning blade... both weapons careening off each other... to opposite sides of the room... Steel Dragon smiling wryly... "Shall we finish this hand to hand?"

SilkShadow grins and nods... "You honor your master with your sense of fairness..." feeling almost ashamed... as she delivers muay thai kicks with first one leg and then the other... before attempting to stick a shuriken up under his ribs with a dragon like strike of her right hand...

The Steel Dragon easily blocks the muay thai kicks... distractions from the real threat... as the shuriken strikes home... but penetrates less than an inch... as flames lick and thunder cracks... the other dragon having sped to protect its host... Steel Dragon staggering back... bleeding from the belly... eyes glowing with silver energy... "I see... this is kumite... no quarter... so be it..." His expression fierce...

SilkShadow whips the bloody knife at him with a backhanded toss... "The lives of my sisters are at stake... I cannot fail them... lunging into a sidekick even before judging the results of the knife throw... having put her foe on the defensive a couple of times and realizing she must keep it up...

The knife thudding into the Steel Dragon's shoulder... the silver-garbed man unflinching... as he concentrates everything into catching your ankle... ignoring the pain of the knife embedded deep into his flesh... as the silver dragon flows down his arm... attempting to leap from one body to another...

SilkShadow curses as her ankle is caught... only the power of a dragon could do that... but not only does this surprise her... but also the strange sensation running up her leg... freezing... hesitating... off-balance and unsure what is happening...

The Steel Dragon stepping back... reaching to wrench the knife from his shoulder... as the silver dragon chases the green one over your body... different from the other times you absorbed dragons... this one seems actively at war with your own... a predator... snapping and battling against yours... chasing it all around your body...

SilkShadow stumbles backwards... eyes wide... mouth agape... twitching and dancing around as though being poked by a unseen foe... the red silk of her gi rustling about as though harboring mice... as she takes the next to last knife from the belt at her thigh... and plunges it into the other thigh... in an effort to skewer the silver dragon... howling out in pain...

The knife plunging deep into your flesh... and into the dragon... holding it wriggling by the tail for a moment... the beast hissing and spitting... even as Steel Dragon moves up to aim a roundhouse kick to your temple... trying to catch you off-balance...

SilkShadow is struck by two things at once... the realization that she should have gone after the dragonless fighter while his dragon was occupied rather than vice versa... and by a roundhouse kick to the temple that cuts short this thought and the terrible pain in her thigh... by sending her spinning into a fitful slumber... a crumpled mass of blood red silk and black tidings on the floor...

The Steel Dragon moving towards you... battered and bloodied... but the victor... as he removes the knife... the silver dragon healing your wound as it heals its own... then chasing after your own green dragon... attempt it to herd it to your sex... and keep it trapped there... even as Steel Dragon tears red silk to bind wrists and ankles tight...

SilkShadow twitches and grumbles fitfully as she is rolled about and bound with pieces of her own gi... becoming trapped in terrible dreams of kneeling naked before Master Shinji to accept his judgment... overwhelmed by the sense that she has failed him again...

The Steel Dragon picks you up... lifting you over his shoulder and taking you to a nearby lift... riding all the way down to the basement of the building he picked for your confrontation... the Empire City Archeological institute...

SilkShadow dangles limply over the shoulder in tattered red silk... her herded dragon in no position to awaken her... only able to cause her terribly distressing sex dreams... of masked men... and her own hands... in exotic locales and warm tubs like... her panties becoming quite damp with her juices...

Your opponent carrying you out into the basement... a sarcophagus standing open and ready... along with several meters of oiled red silk... decorated with spells and charms... the silver dragon breathing a blast of silver flames... that surround your green dragon and keep him penned in place... as the Steel Dragon summons his own familiar back onto his body... to heal his wounds... even as he begins to wrap the silk around you...

SilkShadow twitches... her dragon fighting the spell that has been cast to hold it... but is for now unable to break it... as the bodybuilder's body that hosts it is wrapped in oiled silk... a red coating that goes on like papier mache... molding to the powerful shape of calves and glutes and delts... as well as more feminine mounds of tit and twat...

The oiled silk wrapping you tightly... like a second skin... until all that is left of Silk Shadow is a shapely mummy... breathing fitfully inside the ultra-tight wrap... and laid in the sarcophagus... "The magic of the silk and this ancient casing will strengthen the silver flame... until only the proper antidote can dispel it..." Words spoken to taunt you... or perhaps warn you... the other fighter looking shamed as he closes the lid on you... trapping you in darkness...

SilkShadow hearing as if in a dream... trapped in a hell the likes of which she has only known once before... at the hands of the Demon Gambler... her head and holes throbbing with a need that never ceases building... but never quite climaxes... like an eternal damnation of temptation and unquenchable desire...

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OptiMiss swallows a tracking bug from her gadget belt and tells herself not to lose hope… she has at least discovered a few useful clues… the porcelain dolls she has recovered are made of a ceramic that must have originated from somewhere in the Bimini Islands… though Mr. Jade himself remains a mystery…

OptiMiss drops notes on what she knows to Stacy Storm… along with a tracking device just in case… and heads back to the DDSTV Tower on her Optiway… a segway type device… ferrying the upright figure in orange suit and green visor swiftly along the city walkways… as she plans to leave for Bimini in the airship almost immediately…

A sinister looking man in a postal worker's outfit waiting at the entrance to the DDSTV towers... a slight sneer on his face as he hands you a small package... wrapped in brown paper... "Special delivery for a Ms. Sara... but... heh... I guess if you sign for it, it's just as good..." The evil eyes of the man mocking... the package about doll size...

OptiMiss quickly scans the man and the package with infra red as well as x-ray... pretty sure what she will find in the box... less sure about the delivery man... but on edge and very cautious... not even stepping off her transportation... taking the electronic pad in hand and signing... as she examines the images provided by her visor...

The package containing what you suspected... a tiny version of yourself... in the same porcelain... wrapped in tiny ropes... and a tiny ballgag... like the others that have appeared at the scene of some of the kidnappings... the postman no less sinister... sporting scars... and a massive skull tattoo in the centre of his chest... although seeming to carry no weapons...

OptiMiss takes the package for which she has signed... but waiting for the man to move away before opening the door to the Tower... her free hand slipping to her stun baton... her heart racing... perhaps the Doll's foe has not discovered her OptiMiss identity... "Thank you... I'll see that Ms Brown gets her package..."

The man grinning... and moving forward... "Mind if I come inside and look around? I've never seen a fancy place like this before... and I've got a feeling you're going to be only too happy to show me everything..." He pushes up to you... grinning and reaching out a huge hand...

OptiMiss wheels backwards to avoid his grip... a gloved hand thrusting the stun baton at his chest... as she exclaims, "No, you can't come inside! Back off now!"

The stun baton catching the postman full in the chest... the man going rigid for a moment... before slumping to the ground... unconscious and twitching from the force of the shock blast...

OptiMiss takes a deep breath and begins to roll quickly inside... contacting the police on her visor's communications link as she does so... "Hello... Charlie... Sara here... I've tasered a frisky deliveryman who brought me a doll... I've left him at the front door of the Tower for your blues to pick up... I don't know if he's involved in the disappearances or not..."

Charlie responding... "Sounds like Bruno... we've given him warnings about harassing people in the past... he used to belong to the skulls bike gang... the shock will probably do him ggxxxkkrxx..." Static obliterating the line... as you hear slow handclaps from behind you...

OptiMiss blinks behind the visor as her communications go dead... something that is not supposed to happen... certainly not here in her own Tower... she rotates to see who is clapping... as her gloved hand reaches for the button to close the door...

Your eyes widen... seeing a girl in ragged black clothes and big boots... and a mop of black spiky hair... like a little punk... a pair of electronic gantlets on her wrists... and a belt on her waits with various pouches... a visor like yours on her face... also in black... her voice mocking as she steps out from behind a potted plant... "So you can take out a postman with grabby hands... big deal!"

OptiMiss feels safer as the door closes... her voice broadcast outside over the intercom if it functions... "So who are you? Some Prism wannabe? How did you shutdown my communications with the police?" holding the stare... visor to visor... through a sheet of perplexiglass...

The girl grinning... "I'm PessiMiss... the negative force of this city... optimism's for losers anyway... once Jade's got his hands on you, this whole city's going to find that out... oh, and I blocked your signal with my gadget-gauntlets... they can do all sorts of things... like this..." She grins... aiming one at the glass... the air filled with a deafening shriek as intense sonic vibrations slice through the perplexiglass…

OptiMiss gasps and leaps off the Optiway transporter before it too is sliced to pieces... drawing her handgun from her shoulder holster... and returning fire through the hole in the door... non-lethal plastic bullets... her suit shifting to the color on the marble floor on which she crouches...

PessiMiss dropping into a crouch... the bullets parting spiky hair before she rolls through the gap she's created... aiming a shrieking sonic blast at you... a smashing wall of pure sound... "I built these after I saw you on TV talking about being a positive force for this stinking city... it made me sick... people need to be snapped out of their little sunshiny daydreams and ground in the dirt... shown how life really is...

OptiMiss flattens out on the floor and continues firing... having no time to do anything else... the sonic waves rushing over her... knocking the gun from her hand... closing her eyes... muscles clenched... as the dreadful blast rumbles over her like stampeding cattle... and then on past... bones still rattling... she blinks her eyes open... and realizes her visor is gone...

PessiMiss grinning... standing above you to aim a kick at your head... "Too bad there's only one sonic charge in each gauntlet... or I could break every bone in your body... but there's other ways to deal with you..." She cartwheels away... reaching into her pouch for a small reddish globe...

OptiMiss reads the lips of the girl for an instant... before throwing up a reinforced leather gauntlet to block the kick at her head... feeling the impact of the blow as she deflects it... blinking as the girl cartwheels away... realizing she is hearing nothing... but reaching for her gyroscoping bolas and throwing them after the punk as she pulls out a red ball...

The bolas wrapping around the girl's ankles as she hurls the ball... seemingly made of squishy rubber... but designed to expand on contact... and wrap whatever body parts it hits in a tomb of binding gel... PessiMiss not waiting to see if it hits... but flipping onto her hands and scampering to cover on them... evidently a master athlete as well as a technological whiz-kid...

OptiMiss blinks as the red ball impacts her orange bodysuit... having lost camo when the visor was detached... watching and feeling the eerie sensation as the red paintball begins to spread out across abdomen... unzipping her suit and frantically slithering out as she feels the red material tightening down... forced to strip off gloves and boots as well... to get out of the suit...

The suit swallowed completely by the red rubber a split second after you kick free of it... your eyes wide as you behold what might have been a struggling red-rubber bound OptiMiss... this reverse version of yourself a deadly dangerous villain... as well as a nasty little brat... and now nowhere to be seen...

OptiMiss has been reduced to nothing more than plain white cotton bra and panties... looks all around as she straps her gadget belt around her slender waist and takes stun baton in hand... and since she doesn't see her attacker in the lobby or hall... she pads in bare feet over to the security post to check her system for the location of this PeskyMiss...

A pair of feet suddenly swinging up from inside the security booth... heavy boots aiming to slam into your forehead... as PessiMiss pops up from her hiding place... having untangled the bolas... and now swinging them like a mace... hurling them back at you as she regains her footing...

OptiMiss loses her grip on the stun baton as she is clocked... the baton flying up in the air... as she stumbles backwards... reaching for a sleeping grenade on her belt... pulling the pin... as her own bolas wrap around her... pinning her arms to her sides... the grenade dropping to her feet... gasping and falling to the floor... as the spinning stun baton falls towards PessiMiss... and a sabretooth roars...

PessiMiss leaping... catching the baton... and swinging it... using it like a golf club... smacking the hissing grenade straight into the open maw of Rex... the big cat looking surprised as his jaws clank on the egg shape... before it bursts... filling his mouth and lungs with sleeping gas... PessiMiss grinning... "I guess he won't be bothering us again..."

OptiMiss blinks and struggles in vain to free her arms from the locking restraint system of the bolas... nearly coming out of her bra as she fights her way to her knees... and prepares to run to the elevator...

PessiMiss grinning... and aiming your own shock baton at the nipple that's popped free of the white bra... turning it up to the maximum as she laughs... "I guess I'm the real force in this city after all... Opti-Mess..."

OptiMiss reads the girl's lips and feels the press of the baton to her left breast... blinking once before the blinding pain sends her back to the floor... convulsing... arms still pinned... soft creamy flesh rippling from the charge... never having experienced such rotten luck before in her life...

The evil punk giving you another burst of voltage on your bottom... before grabbing another bolas out of your own gadget belt and wrapping your ankles with it... removing the belt entirely as she drags you by the hair down the stairs leading to the basement... and the packing department... "It's going to be a real gas sending you to Jade with your own machine..."

OptiMiss is still paralyzed by the taser charges as she thumps roughly down the stairs to the shipping department in the parking garage... her nubile young flesh jiggling deliciously as a result... still unable to hear anything... tears streaking her cheeks... sweat darkening her white cotton undies... feeling hopeless as well as helpless...

PessiMiss grinning at the sight of an enormous packing machine... a conveyor belt leading to a dark mechanical tunnel... laughing as she gives you a final charge and lifts you onto the belt... then sets it running... carrying you towards the automatic packer... having selected the smallest and tightest possible package... the computer only too eager to follow instructions...

OptiMiss twitching as the belt conveys her toward the device... still bound by bolas... one breast exposed... as her shape is scanned in three dimensions... form-fitting styrofoam molded... and two halves brought together around her... the white biodegradable styrofoam block then boxed in cardboard... and crated for shipment... the whole process automated just as Sara designed...

The crate tumbling out the other end... "All The Best From DDSTV!" stamped onto the wood... the form-fitting styrofoam barely allowing you enough air to breathe... and quickly growing intolerably hot... as PessiMiss carts the crate away... to a destination somewhere in the Bimini Islands...

******

StacyStorm has BJ bring the Minx down off its hydrofoils as they approach the signal that they've been tracking... she is already slipping into her LZR RACER Bodyskin... "No tanks... I'll just take mask, snorkle, fins and the frictionless gadget belt... drop me within about a mile of the island and then wait for my signal at a distance of about eight miles..."

BJ doing as asked... taking you out towards the island... and then retreating... hopefully before being picked up on any scanners... as you follow the signal from the tracer that Sara ingested... leading to the island that you believe is now a prison for the Danger Dolls...

StacyStorm swims strongly through the waves... observing the beach for a moment... no apparent guards... before walking up out of the surf... water running right off the sleeveless black body suit... taking off fins, mask and snorkel... hiding them under some fronds by a palm tree... slipping on footies and heading off in the direction of the signal according to her tracker...

A path leading from the beach up to a mansion... as you keep your eyes peeled for guards... or cameras in the trees... seeing nothing... but knowing that that does not mean nothing is there... as you pad carefully onwards towards the huge, ornate building... trying to shake the feeling of being watched...

StacyStorm wonders if there is no obvious security because Jade didn't expect to be found... and didn't think it was needed... or because he wanted something more subtle... still she would expect something... and more to the point... she still has no idea why he kidnapped the entire Danger Doll team... she crouches in a bush and looks over the mansion...

Insects buzzing in the humid air as you look at the mansion... moving close... no movement within the mansion... and no regular guards... the front door wide open... as though inviting you in... the whole setup giving you the creeps...

StacyStorm becomes convinced it is a trap when she comes to the open door... lifting her spear gun and entering anyway... the tracer indicating Sara is inside the humid darkness full of buzzing mosquitoes... and hopefully the other Dolls as well...

The soft buzzing following you as you pad along the hallway... deserted... heading in the direction of the tracer... suddenly scenting something beyond the humidity and the stuffy, plush furnishings... a reeking stench of human sweat... like an immense animal is close behind you... even as a heavy length of chain swings for the back of your head...

StacyStorm ducks under the chain and spins as she rolls to the floor... aiming he spear gun in to the darkness... prepared to fire at the first target she sees... through the damp wet hair that falls across her face... whether it be man or beast... her finger twitching...

The spear flying towards a massive bruiser in chains and a steel mask... who blocks it with his arm... sticking deep into the muscle of his bicep and drawing blood... as he lashes out again with a heavy chain that seems to have a life of its own as it swings for you... "You're going to pay for that..."

StacyStorm switches on a flashlight directly into the eyes of the huge man as she attempts to roll away from the chain... coming to a crouch behind a table... gasping as the chain whips around the leg of the table... and snaps it right off... she bounces up to run for her life...

The man blinded for a moment... thrashing around... one arm slamming the chain against furniture as you run in the direction of the signal... ducking around a corner as the brute bellows for you to come back and fight... blinded long enough not to know where you are... as you hear him stamping off down a different corridor...

StacyStorm tries not to pant too loudly as she slinks along the hallway in the direction of the signal... who in the hell was that anyway... certainly not Jade... thinking she must be getting close to Sara... as she pushes a door open to look inside...

The signal bleeping loudly... as you find yourself looking into an office... a man in a white suit and a green tie behind the desk... holding a cane... his eyes green... shimmering as he smiles... "Come in, Miss Storm... I've been expecting you..."

StacyStorm knows when she's been had... pushing the door on open... shaking back her long blond hair as she walks inside... "And why is that... Mr. Jade I presume?" putting her hands on the belted hips of her black and grey bodyskin... "It's not as if I am a Danger Doll myself... though I believe you can help me find them..."

Adam Jade smiles... "It's true... you're not part of my collection... more like an accessory... but I did know someone would be coming... after I gave the lovely Sara her emetic and found what she'd swallowed..." Lifting up the tiny tracking pill... "And when my mosquito-cameras detected you, I thought I should let Chainmaster welcome you... I see you evaded him..."

StacyStorm eyes the pill in his hand and nods... "Chainmaster? Is that what you call him? Well he had a certain smell about him I just couldn't tolerate..." Her hand reaching to take the dagger from her belt... "The Dolls are friends of mine... they're not collectables..." cocking the knife as if to throw it... "Where are they now?"

Adam Jade smiles... standing... muscles ready to spring... pointing his cane at you as if to prove a point... "Dolls are made to be collected... and once I'm done with them, they'll be the finest Doll collection imaginable... not to mention an advertisement to the underworld of my capabilities..." His eyes narrow... as he releases a bolt of electricity... aimed at the knife...

StacyStorm yelps as her her hand is zapped and she drops the knife... realizing she should have tried to throw it while she had the chance... "Advertisement?" backing toward the door and shaking her hand... before suddenly diving toward it...

Adam Jade snarls... aiming another bolt of electricity at the door... the electric bolt hitting a metal plate... and charging a circuit... the door swinging shut and locking via magnetic force... leaving you trapped in the room with Jade... armed... and deadly... "When the underworld see the Danger Dolls as my possessions, they'll be eager to do business with me... even if I don't succeed in breaking them..."

StacyStorm tires to yank the door open with no success... the effort of her muscles apparent through the bodyskin suit... spinning to face Jade... long blond hair flying... as she rushes forward... and ducks a shoulder... aiming to dive over the desktop...

Adam Jade frowning... and swinging his cane... attempting to intercept you with the crackling head of the cane in mid-swing... spinning to avoid your headlong charge at the same time...

StacyStorm catches the head of the cane in her chest as she flies over the desk in desperation... terrible pain gripping her body... control of her muscles lost... crashing awkwardly into the wall behind where he was standing... crumpling nonchalantly to the floor... twitching as tears streak her cheeks...

Adam Jade pressing the head of the cane between your thighs... and against your folds... giving you a long jolt as your wet body conducts the electricity... keeping the voltage flowing until you begin to foam at the mouth... before flipping it off... and reaching down to remove your gadget belt... "You wanted to know what became of the Dolls... I think I can arrange that..."

StacyStorm hears his words but can see little at present through her watering eyes... helplessly paralyzed and unable to prevent being rolled over... her bodyskin peeled away... leaving her swimmer's body completely naked... as her wrists are cuffed together and collared to the back of her neck... and a short hobbled chain attached to her ankles...

Adam Jade smiling... opening a drawer of his desk to produce a pair of skyscraper heels... and a leash... attaching them to you... green eyes roaming as though to debate adding more adornments... but deciding that this is enough... giving you a few moments to get your movements under control before tugging you to your feet... "So... which Doll would you like to see first..."

StacyStorm has a rather sick look on her face... wincing and nearly falling over as she attempts to stand in the heels... banging her hip against the desk... before being straightened by the chain... "Does it matter now?" sighing and looking down at her feet... "Belle I guess..."

Adam Jade nodding... and smiling... as he leads you out of the office and down the corridor... forcing you to take quick steps in the heels and hobble chain... "Belle will be the hardest to break... the only way to deal with her will be to show her her own Dolls... one by one... doing my bidding... in the meantime, I keep her here..." Pulling a ballgag from his pocket... and roughly forcing it into your mouth... "A precaution…”

StacyStorm starting to protest before she is gagged... one that is never heard... as with resignation she accepts it glumly... eyes slowly coming up to look at Belle... her shoulders slumping as she does...

The Master Bedroom a very plush affair... Belle bound on the bed... in powder-blue corset, stockings and heels... and nothing else... wrists and elbows secured behind her back... kneeling on the bed with thighs bound to ankles... a chain running from a steel collar to a headboard... and a blue blindfold blocking her vision... made up into a vision herself... "I've brought a new visitor to see you, Belle..."

StacyStorm hobbling in on the heels... again nearly tripping as she hangs one on the carpet... mumbling behind the ball gag... her bare breasts continuing to sway long after she catches her balance... blinking woefully as she looks from Belle to Jade and back to Belle...

Adam Jade moving to grip Belle's flame-red hair... forcing her lips to his... in a rough, possessive kiss... evidently not the first time he's done it in front of visitors... finally breaking the kiss and turning to you... "Belle has the easiest captivity... she's lucky... as my favorite Doll, she has an easy life... a pampered plaything... enjoyed often... in comfortable surroundings... you're very lucky, aren't you, Belle?"

StacyStorm concentrates on taking slow deep breaths... her bare chest rising and falling slowly... trying not to let this sick man get to her... even as Belle nods slowly and says, "Yes Master Jade..." Stacy trying to think... wondering in what sort of quarters the other Dolls are kept... if Belle is the lucky one...

Adam Jade leading you out of the room... before locking it... and taking you along the corridor a little way... finally removing the gag... "As you heard, she's at a critical phase... no doubt thinking she's biding her time... but that time will never come... and every night, she responds a little more... take my word for it..." His grin sinister... as he leads you through the complex... "Who would you like to see next?"

StacyStorm just stares at the madman... not knowing quite how to reply... to a man who carries on a conversation with a naked restrained blond as if she were a houseguest getting a tour... "Sara..."

Adam Jade nodding... "Sara and Molly are being kept in the same room... the Power Plant... she'll make a fine communications director... soon..." He leads you through a door... into a room lined with steel and chrome... your eyes widening at the sight of twin boxes... one a solid perspex block... containing Sara... naked but for white panties... breathing through a tube... held motionless and dotted with electrodes all over her body... her eyes wide as she looks at another box... Molly... titanium straps holding her in place... holding arms at sides... a gag sealing her mouth... a collar with a flashing LED showing her arousal... as a pair of vibrating, thrusting dildos constantly drive in and out of her pussy and anus... their vibration and rhythm controlled by a computer monitoring her arousal... to see how best to stimulate her... "The girls are connected... watch closely..."

StacyStorm watches the two Dolls... her heart sinking more... realizing even if she were to escape... that freeing the others would be difficult... if not impossible... "I guess I'm most surprised by the fact that you were actually able to catch these heroines... surely you weren't able to do this all yourself... even with the help of that smelly thing I ran into earlier..."

Adam Jade nodding... "I have resources... wealth and servants... but they make themselves scarce when I'm conducting my tours... this collection will make my name in the underworld... poor Molly... she's trying to hold back, but she'll cum at any moment... and as soon as she does..."

StacyStorm watches and waits for Sara to receive the inevitable shock as a result of Molly's climax... the blonde tensing... obviously straining with incredible force... but still unable to break the titanium straps... as poor Sara wailing as she receives a shock... her lovely flesh quivering...

Adam Jade reaching to caress your bottom as he speaks... "This machine uses Molly's climaxes against her... draining the energy of them... and funneling it into Sara in the form of electricity... a torture for the both of them... and one I will only stop when both are broken and obedient... who knows... I may use Molly as a permanent power source..."

StacyStorm tries to twist away from Jade's touch and stumbles again... falling against him as she goes to her knees... her cuffed hands grabbing for anything in an effort to catch herself... fingers digging at the white material... clutching a key in one hand by the time she hits the floor...

Adam Jade pushing you away... and applying another burst of the cane... before dragging you out of the room... "Back onto your feet, Miss Storm... who do you want to see next?"

StacyStorm struggles to her feet... still shaking... panting for breath... her body covered with a sheen of sweat... the air as warm and humid as ever... "Ow... you didn't need to do that... I just fell in these damn heels!" her gun barrel eyes holding his for an instant... before looking down... "Kei I suppose..."

Adam Jade’s eyes holding yours for a long moment... before he smiles... "No tricks, Miss Storm... it will be the worse for you..." He leads you out... and down the corridor... through a door marked 'Sanitation Room'... the sight making your eyes almost pop... a massive machine connected to the sewer system... with a glass screen showing the inside of one of the tanks... "One-way glass... we can see in... but she can't see out..." Kei trapped in the tank... naked... holes stretched by merciless dildo and plug... shackled to the tank walls with steel... her eyes bulging in terror as the tank begins to fill with raw liquid sewage... piss and shit... quickly filling up the tank...

StacyStorm gets a queasy feeling and fights back the urge to retch her guts out... "You bastard... that's just sick... she's just a poor intern... holy shit... are you going to drown her? Still no matter what you do to them I doubt any of these women will ever work for you..."

Adam Jade laughs... the tank full up for a minute... before draining... Kei left gasping and shuddering... the tide of sewage hitting the bottom of the tank before starting to fill again... "One minute of immersion... one minute of breath... for twenty hours... before she's cleaned and fed and allowed to sleep for a little while... I'm sure you're right... she'll never give in... and I'll just keep her here forever..." He smiles.

StacyStorm thinks Kei might be the first to break... particularly under this strain... but says nothing of the kind... tightly clutching the key in her hand... returning Jade's smile with a wan one of her own... "That leaves Carly and Yumi... so let's see Cat first... and why are you showing me all this anyway?"

Adam Jade smiles... "All the new arrivals have had a tour before entering their new station... it helps to start the breaking process... and I wanted you to see of what I was capable before you made any rash choices..." He smiles at you again... green eyes cold... and drags you towards a door marked 'Personal Gym'...

StacyStorm nods... shivering a bit as she is reminded of her current captive state... lowering her eyes to her own nudity as she hobbles along in the heels... looking up as she enters the gym... "So is this where you work o... ohmygawd?"

The scent of sweat hitting you again... Chainmaster standing next to the punching bag... and what a punching bag... Cat strung up... upside-down... legs bound mercilessly tight... with an array of wide leather straps... arms bound behind her back with more such... a latex hood cutting off her vision... and a ballgag stopping her mouth... fast-healing bruises dotted over her body... "She's ready for another workout, Boss..."

StacyStorm gulps... trying to fathom the sort of depraved mind that would turn a human being into a punching bag... the little blonde twitching... swaying a bit... until the huge smelly hands envelope her modest breasts like handholds and hold her still... as sniffling comes from inside the hood...

Adam Jade nodding... "You take a turn, Chainmaster... I'm in the middle of a tour... you've met Miss Storm..." Chainmaster grinning at you... before slamming meaty fists into Cat's midriff... and slamming ribs... with sickening snapping sounds... chuckling... "She'll make a good speed bag, Boss..."

StacyStorm begins to cry for the poor teen... tears streaking down her cheeks... "If I ever get the chance... I'll kill you, Jade... I swear it... you heartless bastard..." averting her eyes as Carly's sex swells like an eggplant from the pounding... "I can't imagine what you've done with Yumi..."

Adam Jade smiles... "Worry about yourself, Miss Storm..." One hand in his pocket as he tugs you out of the gym... the sounds of the beating fading as you head towards the Meditation Room... "You'll want a last look at Yumi, I imagine... she's coming along very nicely..."

StacyStorm notes the hand in the pocket and does indeed worry... even as she hobbles inside the Meditation room... her naked flesh jiggling... turning the soft grey gaze of her once steely eyes on Yumi's predicament... "Yes, the last and most powerful of the..."

Your sentence going unfinished... as you see Yumi... bound in a shibari position... silken ropes crisscrossing her flesh... her body oiled from head to toe... one leg up... arms bound behind her back... her every muscle straining against the bonds as her dragon pulses in her pussy lips and clit... surrounded by a thin band of silver flames... her chest rising and falling constantly... every movement of her body making the cunning network of ropes rub and caress her flesh... from the ropes binding her perfect breasts... to the crotchrope deep in her dragon-powered sex... "The stimulation isn't quite enough for poor Yumi to cum... this oil-and-rope combination is mystical in nature... and works very well on her... especially with her trapped dragon intensifying it a thousandfold..."

StacyStorm stares at the twitching, tortured woman... despite the pleading in the eyes... believing from the files she has read that if anybody can endure it would be Yumi... having actually faced the hell of the Demon Gambler himself in the past... "I do not understand how you keep her dragon in check... but you are a cruel man..."

Adam Jade looks at you... picking up a cane... and then striking Yumi once on the bottom... and once across her breasts... the stinging pain only adding spice to the turmoil of need inside her... as Jade's fingers stroke lightly over the trapped girl's folds... "Perhaps... but all that cruelty will be replaced by kindness as soon as the Dolls break... and learn to obey their new Owner... on that note... what are we to do with you…

StacyStorm bites her lip and looks down past quivering breasts to the floor... feeling Jade's green gaze on her naked flesh... and feeling the shape of the key to the cuffs in her hand... wondering if she will get a chance to use it... or if her little stumble was in vain... "Yes, I don't even want to know..."

Adam Jade smiling... eyes locking with yours... as he leads you out of the room... and towards a door marked 'Aquarium'... containing your own fate... swinging open to reveal a tank of brine... "Your element..."

StacyStorm is tempted to try freeing herself of the cuffs now... but fears that will only get her shocked by the cane... she eyes the tank... "And what exactly do you plan for me... I guess I should feel honored that you consider me collectable..."

Adam Jade smiles... his eyes steely as he picks you up... carrying you towards the tank of brine... "Oh, not quite so collectable... I may have a use for you... but unless you decide to convert to my cause, this will be a fatal adventure..." He laughs... dropping you into the brine... as a clear plastic sheathe quickly closes over the surface... trapping you in the briny depths... "One more thing... I keep the key to Kei's cuffs on me… not yours…”

StacyStorm blinks and tries the key in her hand on her cuffs... with no success… her eyes widening... kicking her legs together like a mermaid's tail... bumping the plastic sheath... bubbles trailing from her lips... her eyes moving back to Jade... staring... knowing even with her experience... she has at best three to five minutes...

A small hatchway in the side of the tank sliding open... releasing an airhose... the end in the shape of a large penis... Jade's sick joke... and your only source of air... even as another hatchway beneath you... disgorging dozens of tiny jellyfish... each one packing a small but painful sting... that will keep stinging for hours... Jade has set up a particularly nasty trap... and your doom is also Kei's... who cannot now be freed from her shackles before her time runs out...

StacyStorm ponders for a moment... then decides to cling to life... moving toward the airhose... taking penis into her mouth... breathing air into her heaving chest... as the first sting sends a sharp pain up her leg... bubbles exploding from her suckling lips... as she wonders how many stings it will take to prove fatal...

Adam Jade walking away... to continue his cruel torture of the Dolls... as you wrack your brains for a way out of this dilemma... wondering if any of the Dolls can escape... or if this is the end...

******

BlueBelle shivers as Jade comes back to her... her mind can't help wondering who this sixth visitor was... Could it be Barbi... Stacy... Charlie? Belle doesn't know whether to be dismayed or hopeful... but she has faith in her team... figuring the others with their abilities could no doubt escape from this sex slave bondage in which she is being kept... "Oh Master Jade..."

Adam Jade grinning... pushing you over as he unzips... and slides into you... roughly taking you... excited about something... but not telling you what... "I think in a couple of days you'll be ready for a visit from one of your team... won't that be nice..."

BlueBelle draws in a shuddering breath and tries to keep Jade busy... just in case her teammates need time... "Mmmhhmmm..." Meanwhile Stacy Storm is stung a second time by a jellyfish... bubbles exploding from her mouth... losing the airhose... it won't take many more stings to kill her she realizes... a painful death... pondering drowning herself... still clutching the useless key tightly...

The jellyfish not actively attacking... but drifting to and fro... brushing against you occasionally... for a nasty sting... one brushing your pussy lips... poison tentacles rubbing against folds for a long second before it drifts away...

Stacy loses more air as a third sting causes her to inadvertently gasp... but she gets an idea... maybe the key isn't useless after all... she twists away from another jellyfish and back to the glass wall... drawing the sharp edge of the key down the glass... and again... and again... then moving to make another cut...

The key scoring the glass... slowly and painfully... cutting deeper and deeper... until you have a large square scored in the glass... large enough to wiggle through... the jellyfish beginning to notice your presence... and swarm towards you...

Stacy bumps against the area of cut glass... nothing happening... her lungs burning... pondering swimming for the hose... blinking as she sees the jellyfish moving her way... peeing in the water out of fear... the jellyfish drawn to the yellow cloud... as she does a swimmers turn and kicks the glass with both legs as hard as she can...

The glass cracking along the lines of the square... the water pressure pushing out the shape... the glass clattering against the floor as you're forced out with the water... and the jellyfish... finding yourself flopping like a fish yourself in a rapidly expanding pool of water... wriggling out of the path of the jellyfish as they flood out after you...

Stacy flops about still cuffed and shackled... yelping as a jellyfish lands between her breasts... getting stung again and again... dropping the key to Kei's restraints as she frantically rolls it off... spinning to find the key in the torrent... gasping as it goes down the drain in the tile floor... her head slumps to her chest as she sits there on her knees... while elsewhere Molly rushes toward another climax...

Sara looking at Molly desperately... trapped in the block of perspex... and breathing desperately through the tube... even as Molly cums again... another wave of electricity rushing through the trapped girl... Sara sobbing... Molly feeling the pain of guilt for not being able to resist longer...

Molly almost immediately begins to build toward her next orgasm... holding back as long as she can... both because she hates what she is doing to Sara... and because she keeps trying to harness the sexual chi... only to be frustrated each time as it gets siphoned away from her before she can attempt to break free... unsure even then if she could break the titanium and perspex...

Sara closing her eyes... not wanting to watch as the clever machine begins to stimulate Molly again... wondering how much she can take... and how much Molly can take... even with her enhanced stamina... perhaps they'll both go together...

Sara closes her eyes and concentrates as Molly tries to hold back... Sara bracing for more pain... determining to try to use her understanding of dimensional relationships to redirect the energy thru a parallel dimension... not with machinery as she does in her lab... but with her mind... she opens her eyes and waits for Molly to stiffen...

Sara's half-remembered knowledge of magic coming back to her... even as she runs the equations through her powerful mind that will help her direct the energy into another time and place... Molly stiffening... and Sara's eyes widening in shock as the voltage slams into her... this one more powerful than before... trying to take control even as she bucks and sizzles...

Sara opening a conduit through multiple universes to return Molly's chi to her... holding the path open as long as she can... until she faints away from the strain of the pain and effort... Molly feeling the surge of power... only multiplied... straining against the titanium straps... her whole body flexing... tits and glutes and calves and abs alike all quivering as if in anticipation...

The titanium refusing to bend... as Molly flexes harder... straining... the metal slowly beginning to give way... until the entire machine catches fire... burning and popping... circuits smoking as the titanium restraints holding Molly finally buckle and pop open...

Molly posing like a slender blond she-hulk for an instant... before moving to free the unconscious Sara... while elsewhere Carly groans from the piercing pain of more broken ribs after her beating by the Chainmaster... dangling upsidedown... unable to extend her claws and free her hands of the leather straps... because of the gloves than keep her fingers curled into her palm...

The Chainmaster toweling off... "That was quite a workout... and I'm not done yet... give me a few minutes and I'll be right back for a little more..." He takes a swig of water from a bottle... leaving Carly alone in the gym...

Carly tries to bend at the waist and winces in pain so excruciating that it curls her toes... that's it... her toes are free... she flares them and feels for the strapping... extending her toe claws and slicing it through and through... until she falls with a thud... the impact pure agony... but wasting no time… rolling to her tummy... bending her knees... her toes reaching back to free her hands...

The claws on your toes slicing through the straps... carving at the leather... slowly but surely working yourself free of the tight, merciless bondage... even as you hear footsteps in the corridor... promising the return of the Chainmaster...

Carly mewls as she wriggles free of the last few straps... and the hood… then limps toward the door to surprise her foul-smelling captor... while elsewhere an oiled bodybuilder is having nightmares of the Demon Gambler... her trapped dragon coiled like a snake in her sex... unable to escape the silver fires of tingling hell...

The dragon constantly coiling and chasing its own tale in your sex... making the need worse... as echoing voices reverberate around the meditation chamber... reminding you that only Adam Jade can release you from this torment of need and brewing desire... if you serve him... the ropes rubbing and stroking with every struggling movement...

Yumi gasping and groaning... writhing... the crotch rope working ever deeper... disappearing between the halves of a glistening shaved pout... the dragon snapping at its tail... but still the magic allows her no release... even as the crotch rope ends up in the dragon's jaws... and with a chomp... is cut like twine... the lattice of interdependent ropes loosening... the magic slipping away...

Yumi falling to the ground as the ropes loosen... the magic of the ropes fading... allowing you some self-control... even as the touch of the air on the oil continues to excite you... and your dragon doesn't help... but the loosening of magical ropes allowing you some focus...

Yumi works her way free of the ropes the old fashioned way... she wriggles... using some of the rope to make a garrote... grinning from ear to ear and glistening from head to toe... as she stalks into the halls... murder on her mind... while for Kei the nightmare continues to repeat itself... held in place by steel shackles... all her holes overfilled... as the sewer tank begins to fill again...

Kei thrashing her head back and forth... screaming as the shit rises... her eyes wide... closing tight as the tide of piss and shit flows over her head... shuddering under the tidal wave as she waits for it to pass... hoping she can hold her breath despite her exhaustion...

Kei's lungs burn... repeated efforts have taken their toll... involuntarily taking a gulp of shit... feeling something metal catch in her mouth... something shaped like... could it be... a key... desperately trying not to retch as the muck recedes... not caring how... and too distressed to care if it's a trick... spitting the key at her right hand... catching it... and curling the wrist to try it in the shackle...

The key fitting... wonder of wonders... as you move your hand to the other shackle... opening that too... then working on your ankles... ready to follow the muck through the tubes now... and perhaps towards freedom...

Kei coughs and sputters up the shit in her stomach... covered in it from head to toe... looking like a mudwoman from Borneo... but sloshing off... even as Belle's sex sloshes from the pounding of Jade's cock into her warm trembling interior... her power blue corset and stockings dark with sweat... her voice hoarse and husky... "Mm... mmaasterrr... Jaaade..."

Adam Jade smiling... and gripping flame-red hair tightly... groaning as he shoots another load of hot, thick seed deep into you... then bringing his lips to yours for another rough kiss... growling... "In a few months, you'll come to enjoy calling that out, Belle... and I can wait..."

BlueBelle blinks as the blindfold is pulled from her face... Jade sputtering as he is pulled away by a garrote tightening around his neck... Yumi grinning evilly... Molly carrying Sara over one shoulder and Carly over the other... Belle making a face... "What's that awful smell?" Kei rushing into the room... "What did I miss?" Stacy grumbling, "Belle making out while we all were dying..."

Adam Jade grunting as the garrote is pulled tighter... the Dolls reconvening in the Master Bedroom... as Jade measures the odds... and lets his hand stray towards a button in the wall... pushing it... a mechanical voice intoning... "Self-destruct sequence activated... self-destruct in two minutes and counting..."

BlueBelle gasps at her band of naked heroines... as Kei unties her..."We've got to run for it!" Stacy nodding as Yumi wrings Jade's neck and leaves him for dead... "This way..." a hobbled Stacy leading them into the hall... hands still cuffed to the back of her neck... Belle scooping Stacy up... "Just give directions..." racing out of the mansion into the jungle...

The Dolls running for the jungle... before the whole mansion goes up in a massive fireball... presumably taking Jade with it... and Chainmaster too... the Dolls watching the fireworks even as BJ brings the yacht in closer... the exploding mansion as good as a signal flare...

BlueBelle carrying Stacy through the surf... Yumi taking Cat from Molly who still carries Sara... Kei coming clean in the ocean waves... everyone climbing on board the Minx... which surges forward and goes up on its hydrofoils... zipping over the waves back toward Empire City... The mustached BJ grinning at the seven mostly naked women on deck below...

Nothing left behind but ruins... and a silver-topped cane glinting in the sunlight... a crackle of energy running through it... unnoticed by departing Dolls...

(February 2008)