The Judas Stones - Chapter 9

Chapter Nine:

         Like an eagle spreading its wings for flight her arms extended- powerful, purposeful and brought that way for a single purpose.  A quick motion and they returned to her side gracefully, a momentary stillness before she rotated on one foot, arching the other high above her body, slamming it into the side of her attacker while elegantly sheathing her sword behind her back!  The lifeless body fell to the floor minus its head that was just landing on the far side of the room! Her chest heaved a final time before returning to its natural rhythm, her heart almost instantly at rest, the sign of an extremely fit athlete. She turned, stepped around, over and on some of the bodies as she exited the way she’d entered.

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         “Twenty for twenty; our Kunoichi is perfect so far.  Twenty men in position waiting for her, she walks into the trap and half an hour later walks out, leaving this in her wake!”

           “I feel like I’m inside Quentin Tarantino’s brain when I look around at this!” Mrs. Mehal’s assistant and D.O.O.M. trainee Pelita Ramat offered with a wry smile her superior didn’t appreciate or return.

         The white and pink marble walls of this particular enclave of the Byzantium Baths were splattered in streaks and patches of red, some climbing up the walls, others trailing down.  All about it looked as if a crazed painter had randomly thrown buckets against one wall while dipping and flicking his brush against the another wall, before finishing his montage with defiant hand slaps to the marble, some flat, others much like a clawed hand that had dug in and trailed away downward to the floor in awful jagged lines of anguish! 

         “I got rid of the all the bodies, what was left of them along with the detached limbs, severed heads and assorted chunks of fle…”

         “I thank you for your thoroughness,” Azeema said, cutting off her charge with a curt voice.

         “My apologies for going too far,” Pelita said her face slightly downcast.

         “Clean all this up and open as soon as you can, if not sooner,” Azeema imperiously commanded.

         “Yes, but you know the stone is gone and with it, as legend has it, so is the source of the magic water this spa is famous for?” Peltia offered in a meek voice.

         “I’m aware of the history and I will get the stone back, although I think you’ll find the water just the same as always and I’m confident that should any inquiries come your way from our exclusive members you’ll be more than capable of deflecting them!  I need this place to be reopened..” Azeema said turning her stare on the subordinate as she spoke, then stopped mid sentence and changed what she was going to say. 

         “So our clientele can suffer as minimal disruption as possible; I know how they value this place.  I’ll be in my office should you need me,” Azeema said, turning on her heel and walking across the marble floor, her heels clicking out a menacing rhythm as she went, her mind occupied by what she hadn’t said. 

         Azeema Mehal’s once mighty and seemingly unstoppable business empire had been reduced to just this single operation, the spa, and without it she’d be forced into bankruptcy, losing the little she had left; on top of all that, she’d had a trainee foisted upon her!

         “Just another headache on top of the dozens I already have!” she lamented, collapsing in her chair. 

           It had all turned for her after her encounter with C.O.I.L. agent Claire Baxter and her then-assistant, now newly-minted C.O.I.L. operative, Paige Worthington.  Those two were to blame and if she couldn’t at this precise time take revenge on them..well,.. if rumours were to be believed, then Claire Baxter’s blood sister, Kiko Matsumora, the troublesome Kunoichi, would do just fine! 

         “Perhaps once I’m done with Miss Matsumora, Claire will have the taste of revenge in her mouth and the need to quench it.  Then perhaps my former fat assistant, Miss Worthington, will come looking to even the score for the death of her mentor, Miss Baxter!  Judging by the carnage she left behind, I’d say Miss Matsumora was a very single-minded woman; she gets what she sets her sights on.  I think it’s time she acquired a new vision before that focus of hers takes her too far from my grasp, but it all begins and ends with me!  She has the stone and a seemingly well-won victory, but I if wonder can she resist the temptation to stop at one trophy or would she like to add a second, more personal one, to her collection.  After all what better way to reward your sister than with one of the Judas Stones and the news of my death!  Yes, I can see the dominoes falling in my mind; now to start making my vision a reality!”

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         Pelita Ramat dutifully supervised the clean up all the while thinking about her mentor and the troubles the woman was facing, troubles she worked very hard to conceal from the world, including her trainee.  At first Pelita thought Mrs. Mehal didn’t care for her much; sometimes she still felt that, but those days were few and far between, but today was one.  In spite of her trying to keep her past failure regarding Claire Baxter and company a secret it had been divulged to Pelita by the D.O.O.M. hierarchy before she came; she however still jumped at the chance to come anyway for a variety of reasons.  Her style, grace, sex appeal and lethal alluring qualities were legendary and the minute Pelita had met her she knew why.  Dressed in a dazzlingly clingy white linen jacket and matching skirt, Azeema had accessorised herself in a pair of fashionably sexy black velvet pumps, a set of black pearl teardrop earrings, matching necklace and bracelet.  Her full breasts mesmerising beneath her cream coloured silk top, her unblemished arms strong and toned, her legs stunning and evocative in their every movement as they moved to her, their full rapturous delight on display.  Her mature figure was a series of lines and deadly curves that only a woman of experience and confidence could display, Pelita knew she had made the correct decision to come and it was confirmed for her seconds later.

         Azeema stopped and examined the trainee with a keen eye.  Miss Ramat was a few inches taller than her, dressed as she expected, stylish and sexy, in a white silk blouse, green skirt cut above the knee allowing her very sexy legs to damage hearts and set minds to wonder.  A quick, expert glance revealed a strong and toned body, attractive in its force and hopefully resistive in nature.  Azeema in her years had seen many young agents come and go.

         “Oh, they all had lovely bodies that could attract, but only a few coupled that with a body that could resist and defeat attackers and their traps.  How is this one, I wonder?” she thought to herself.

         The older woman looked her over some more; her long hair had been braided into a ponytail, the intensity of its black colour rivalling that of Azeema’s pearls.  Her perfume and other accoutrements were matched to suit her as the older woman had expected; D.O.O.M. training was thorough and individualized to bring out the best in a woman.  Azeema looked into her eyes, smiled ever so slightly before stepping closer.

         “Beautiful!” she hushed, before parting her lips and touching them to Pelita’s with just the slightest brush before closing them and pulling away. 

         “And finished!” Azeema smiled. 

         “Please don’t reject me out of hand; let me show you I’m worthy to learn from you!” the trainee answered, her voice breaking in worry.

         “Too late for that, my dear I have no use for you now!” Azeema offered, turning her back on the young woman and walking away.

         Pelita, her chance slipping away, took action, taking a step forward; she reached out and grabbed the older woman’s arm, pulled it back and spun her around!  Pelita pulled her close and smiled.

         “I’m far from finished!” the trainee whispered, closing her lips about the woman and raking them with passion while her hands swept slowly around the woman’s waist and ass, a few soft touches and she released the embrace with a knowing smile.

         “Did that manage to change your mind?” Pelita asked.

         “No, my mind is still made up; you can stay.  I was referring metaphorically of my efforts to kiss you.  It took nothing for me to accomplish.  Had I been a C.O.I.L. agent and wearing a poisonous lipstick you would have been dead without me having to work at it.  A great body is one thing; knowing how to use it and more importantly how to resist one is harder to learn, you need training in both!” Azeema noted, stepping out of the embrace.

         “You seemed to be enjoying yourself!” Pelita protested.

         “Of course, but I was also the aggressor.  You were so busy concentrating on your one act, the kiss, you failed to notice me.  My arms and legs, in fact my entire body, collected and catalogued your form, its strength and weaknesses and how to exploit them.  If I had been an enemy agent and my kiss had failed to dispose of you I now had the intelligence to kill you in another way!  Training and classroom work and control environment simulations are wonderful as far as they go, but there’s nothing like the real world to test a woman and you my dear, failed!  I’ll soon find out your other deficient areas and correct them.  You’ll die a thousand deaths with me and live to tell and now if you’ll excuse me I have work to do.”

         Pelita smiled as she recalled the meeting, over as soon as it began, but she had learned from Azeema, more than she ever could have hoped.  Mrs. Mehal was a hard task master, too hard at times, so much so that Pelita almost threw in the towel and left several times, but she’d somehow stayed.  Just when she was sure she could take no more, Azeema would surprise her with soft, motherly encouragement and tenderness.  The paradox confused and bewildered the young agent for the longest time; she could never discern a pattern and after a while had given up trying, she just accepted it, grateful for the love and compassion, eventually coming to the realization that it was all meant as love and tenderness.  Azeema was hard and cruel during training because she wanted her to be the best and if she wasn’t measuring up it was her fault, not the woman she’d come love.  The blame rested with her; hard or tender it was all love and she’d do anything for Azeema to receive it and she aimed to do just that.

         “I think I’ll make a few calls,” Pelita smiled.

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         Day or night, weekday or weekend, it didn’t matter; traffic in Istanbul was always consistent, slow!  Pelita had learned this fact of daily life quickly, but 5 hotels later she had still not found the object of her boss’s desire and hence her desire and it was nearing 2 in the afternoon.  All her inquiries had turned up nothing so she’d been forced to search for the elusive woman with good old fashioned leg work.

         “Luckily I have the legs for it,” she mused as her car, a 1965 Sunbeam Tiger, cherry red, swung into her sixth destination for the day.  The young valet opened the door to a splendid display of her long legs; she removed her sunglasses, pierced him with her dark brown eyes then swung her legs out, keeping them glued together as she did, the effect weakening his knees.  Pelita watched him buckle, his fingers devoid of blood as he gripped the car door, with a playful smile and just the slightest pursing of her lips at him.  The trainee took the ticket from his hand and moved away, knowing he was lingering on her as she went.   She moved out of the heat and into the cool of the hotel, making her way straight for the front desk and the man she was about to charm.

         “Excuse me, I looking for a friend of mine staying in this hotel, Miss Kiko Matsumora,” she said in her most syrupy voice, a skill she’d learned to perfection from Azeema.

         The man smiled and checked the computer screen as Peltia smiled at him, while stealing quick glances at the register just below the counter.  She ensured his distraction by leaning over the counter adequately enough to give him a view of her tits.  After a longer than needed to search of the database, his look told her no one by that name was registered here.

         “But if you like I will be more than happy to double check!” he answered eagerly.

         “No, no need; I trust in your thoroughness,” Pelita answered with a smile to his crestfallen face.

         “But you do have an Oki Aromu registered!” she thought, a smile crossing her face.   “And she’s about to have a massage, according to your register!  Unscramble the anagram, add a few letters and Miss Matsumora appears, let’s see how much more I can massage out of her!” Pelita ruminated as she found her way to the employee’s room adjacent to the spa.  Pushed open the door just a crack, she listened for chatter; hearing none she entered, quickly removed her clothes and donned a white cotton dress similar to a maid’s outfit.  She’d just finished buttoning up the front when a woman walked in. 

         “Who are you?” she asked pleasantly enough.

         “Peltia,” the spy said, just to keep things simple.  “I’m here to do Miss Aromu’s massage.”

         “The book say’s she’s my client and I noted from her room registry that she’s staying in a very good suite, so I’m expecting a large tip and I’m not losing it to any last minute screw up or to you!” the masseuse said sternly.

         “I understand, but Miss Aromu has certain needs, requirements that well, management thought I would be more comfortable with and able to satisfy,” Pelita answered slyly.

         “I’m fully trained in numerous styles, I can assure you!” the woman said, not getting the hint.

         “Yes, I’m sure you are, but it’s the other more exotic and intimate techniques, which a woman of this stature desires, that you may be uncomfortable with. Hence my presence,” Peltia grinned.

         The woman finally got the hint, trying not to looked flustered, but failing as she ran her hands quickly down her white dress and then through her hair.

         “Yes, I see now that you would be much better for this client.  I guess that’s why she wanted a private one hour session.  Good luck!” the exiting masseuse offered as the door closed behind her.  Peltia smiled as she heard the retreating footsteps, the deadbolt locking into place on the door to prevent any further intrusions. 

         The D.O.O.M. agent trainee opened the door into the private massage chamber, a room of soft muted pastel coloured walls, a stained oak floor and gentle diffused lighting that could be dimmed even further.  A small table by the client’s door contained a variety of oils and lotions and on the table the Kunoichi was waiting.  Pelita took in her body, all 5’10” of muscled flesh and hard sinew that paradoxically moulded itself into a desirably soft package.  A quick elbow to base of the spine and she’d have victory, but Peltia wanted more!  Kiko had no idea who she was, nor was there reason to suspect her! 

         “It’s all a delicious game and one that must be played!  I’ll give her want she wants and then more, so much more than she paid for!” Pelita smiled.  “Besides, Azeema would do the same!”

         She walked to the table, stretching out a hand, then a finger that touched and trailed up Kiko’s body from the tip of her toe, up the underside of her foot, the back of her calf, across her ass and up her spine to the base of her neck! 

         Kiko lifted her head off her pillow and smiled as her masseuse lowered her head and the two exchanged a warm soft kiss of a few seconds.

         “Compliments of the hotel, Miss Aromu,” Peltia said with a smile.

         “The kiss or you?” Kiko warmly said.

         “One comes with the other,” Pelita said, moving to the table.  “Do you have a preference?” she asked.

         “Surprise me and turn the lights down a little please,” Kiko asked softly.

         Pelita picked a bottle, dimmed the lights and moved back to the table.  She spilled some of the thick oil into the palm of one hand and closed the other over it, warming the lubricant before she cupped them about Kiko’s feet and began.  Pulls and rubs and circles smeared the oil over the woman’s legs, brazing them in a golden glow as she worked upwards, her hands sweeping into the Japanese woman’s muff slowly and teasingly!  Peltia warmed some more oil in her hands before coming to the side of the table and pulling Kiko willingly onto her side.  The D.O.O.M. woman’s head fell over her hips and into her pussy while her oiled hands slithered about Kiko’s hard stomach before swimming up and around her breasts, her delicate nipples hard in seconds and harder seconds later as Pelita’s tongue began its slow fondling of Kiko’s sex! 

         She came quickly, just how quickly shocked her, but her masseuse was excellent, just as she’d requested.  Kiko writhed and purred, her body lightly twisting as she orgasmed, her pleasure unmistakable. Peltia made sure it lasted, her tongue fluttered like a butterfly’s wings inside Kiko, the airy touch about her clitoris seductive and alluring.  Pelita brought her to pleasure again, this time Kiko bucked a little, her body more attuned to the touch of her partner.  The masseuse kept her touch in place, her strokes and flicks driving the orgasm higher and higher as Kiko’s body arched and flexed artfully at her touch, suspending itself for seconds at a time while it twisted in the air. Pelita swept her hands about the thrashing woman, cupping her firm breasts, stroking her back, sweeping her neck and legs in an effort to catalogue her opponent’s physique, its strengths and weaknesses.    

         Kiko screamed and moaned, her body jerking in pleasure as she thrashed her hips back and forth, Pelita still working her tongue magic until she was rewarded!  A deep thrust of her instrument of pleasure took Kiko over the edge for a third time in a nearly uncontrollable frenzy of joy!  The masseuse pulled all the pleasure from Kiko she could, draining it from her recesses in torturous beauty.  A few nuzzles and kisses later, Peltia took more oil in her palms, she was just beginning the execution! 

         The D.O.O.M. woman nudged Kiko back onto her stomach, her oiled hands sliding effortless around the woman’s ass before long drafts up her back took over, Pelita’s nails dragging slightly as she went, the sensation arching Kiko’s back up as she went! 

         “You’re very good!” Kiko’s near breathless voice answered trailing off into a question for the name of the woman.

         “Pelita, ma’am, and thank you, but we’ve barely begun.” 

         The masseuse worked her hands around the woman’s neck and shoulders, her massage relaxing and arousing at the same time to the Kunoichi.  Pelita slithered one of her lubricated hands between Kiko’s legs as the other tucked under her chin and her lips contacted the massaged woman’s cheek; a few wet touches later her hot tongue flicked at and danced with a hungry partner.  Peltia had to fight hard to stay alert; her opponent’s kisses were distracting, so distracting in fact she soon found herself aroused and wet and slipping into the subordinate roll of the two lovers.  With great effort she moved her arms and flipped the woman onto her back; she moved round to the top of the table, the kiss never broken, her tongue submissive to Kiko’s and nearly stilled.  The young agent forced her shaking, unsure arms onto the top of the table and with the last shred of her resistance pulled her lips away a fraction of a second before she would have been lost to pleasure.  Her immediate instinct was to begin again; she lowered her head, smiled as her mouth opened to receive the darting tongue of Kiko; she came close then pulled away and then with an even more devilish smile proceeded to undo the numerous buttons from the front of her white smock.  Kiko reached up, closed her hands about the woman’s and mimed her moves as they undid the last of the buttons together.  The smock parted faintly, but enough for Kiko to see Pelita’s muff and part of her lovely orbs that firmly clung to the smock, the contrast of her tanned body and the white fabric racing Kiko’s mind in thoughts of desire as she slowly reached up with her hands! 

         Pelita licked her lips slowly, the oval traverse of her mouth heating the Kunoichi up even more until it was distracted by another sensation! 

         “I need to be thorough or what kind of masseuse would I be, Miss?  I’m only half done,” Pelita smiled as her cupped hands, suspended over Kiko’s breasts let drops of warm oil cascade in tiny pellets about the areolas of the woman, their initial splash trailing off into small rivulets of golden streams.

         The deception worked for a split second and that was all Pelita needed to sweep her hands about the Japanese woman’s breasts and fully coax her back to the submissive role; she did however, allow Kiko to slip of her smock and view her young, hard body knowing it would further divert her attention by getting close but not able to conquer her desire.  Pelita continued the massage, her hands the only weapon she needed so far as they worked the woman to another climax, her fingers with each slip and rub bubbling her opponent to explosion!  Kiko rocked and thundered on the table, her body caught in a vortex of delight as her head spun in dizzying splendour!  Pelita secured the very top of her head between her thighs and fell forward, her tongue driving deep into the joyous woman’s pussy once more!  Kiko writhed and twisted, her own tongue just inches from reciprocating, but held fast by the woman’s soft, strong, unyielding thighs.  Deep probing, thrusts brought more pleasure to the woman, unending and delightful as Pelita worked her magic around the struggling Kunoichi. 

         Insane with pleasure, Kiko pulled her legs vertical, intent on securing Pelita’s head in them so she could turn her skills on the masseuse and give her some pleasure.  The D.O.O.M. woman let them rise to their highest point as she worked, her head slipped forward to welcome them just as her thighs released Kiko’s head and she flipped her body coming to rest on her hips on Kiko’s stomach!  Her legs shot up, slithered around the tops of the Japanese woman’s in the same fast motion her hands clamped down on Kiko’s arms! 

         “I’m afraid your one hour is up, Miss Aromu or should I say Miss Matsumora!” Pelita offered.

         “What are you talking about!  Is some extra part of the session?” Kiko yelled.

         “An anagram for an alias; very clever, Miss Matsumora!” Pelita offered.

         Kiko fought hard to break the pin she was confined to, but Pelita was strong, had the natural leverage of being on top and the sex had weakened her prey significantly, which was all part of the plan and the trap. 

         “An interesting turn of events; it took me all day to find you, then I had to unscramble your name and now your fate will be sealed by the unscrambling of my legs.  I do like symmetrical conclusion to events, however I feel my appreciation for such things will not be shared by you once I’m through with you!” Pelita said, stroking her legs against Kiko’s. 

         “I hope my massage was to your liking?  You certainly seemed to be lost in the rapture of my touch; of course that was planned!  It weakened you and allowed me to explore your body, finding its weak and vulnerable points; they of course will receive extra attention from my legs, which brings me to back to your death!” Pelita soothed, her voice dripping with venom. 

         “I carefully concealed my legs from you during our encounters lest you became suspicious, but by now I’m sure you can guess your fate, Miss Matsumora?”

         Kiko suppressed the urge to talk, instead expressing herself with a violent thrust of her arms coupled by a simultaneous levering of her legs, the results of both doing nothing except revealing her level of frustration. 

         “Yes, Miss Matsumora, The Nylon Net; a specialty of mine, only I have a twist I’ll tell you about at the end, but that’s a way off so the sooner I start the better, for me that is!”  Pelita slyly offered.

         The D.O.O.M. woman delicately pressed the tips of her toes together and pulled them slowly apart, a thin gossamer line extending as she did!  She expertly looped it around one of Kiko’s toes, then repeated the process to her other’s on each foot.

         “The initial threads must be perfectly placed as you know.  Unlucky for you, I am a master weaver; my spinning skills will soon have you bound in my pantyhose web!  With every passing minute I unwind the dormant threads of my fashion covering, a covering designed to attract and capture the eye, but also covertly designed to capture and hold inquisitive C.O.I.L. agents!”

         Kiko defiantly wiggled and twisted against Pelita, thrusting and arching, but her effects could not dislodge or distract the woman from her purpose. 

         “Soon such movements will be a distant hoped for memory Miss Matsumora!  Your toes have already been immobilised and my spinneret’s have just began!” Pelita said as she leaned forward on her hands and pushed herself into a handstand, her legs bent back to hold Kiko’s vertical and helpless! 

         Carefully she lowered her legs, the nylon line of her hose pulling free as they descended a measured loop of her twine encircling each wrist.  Artfully Pelita snared the two threads between her stopping its spooling while she prepared for the next phase of the trap.  Kiko watched her opponents naked still vertical body above her tense for a fleeting second before launching itself up off the table and over her head in a tight circle, the Kunoichi’s eyes tracking Pelita’s motion and hers as the woman landed behind her head feet first, Kiko’s arms pulled up and over her head and straight out the back as the nylon twine tightened at her wrists!  The D.O.O.M. woman pushed up on the table, her feet thrust under and tied the loose ends about the underside of the table securing Kiko’s arms!  The ninja strained her legs hoping be break the twine repeatedly lowering and raising her legs in a snapping motion, but the twine held.

         “It’s cut proof as well Miss Matsumora!” Pelita smiled before a quick kiss found Kiko’s lips.

         The masseuse’s lethal legs swung up and began again a small loop being secured about each of the Kunoichi’s toes and then run down and secured to the massage table, as the net was woven about her like cables supporting a bridge each spread out along the length of the table until she was held fast in place!

         “Phase on complete, the stilling of your body, now to spin the Nylon Net about your exposed form, draping it in strands of death!  Ironic that my movements free me from my leggy bondage while having the exact opposite effect on you!” Pelita spat. 

         “This may take some time Miss Matsumora I want to ensure a tight weave about your body I do hope you had nothing else planned?” she laughed as her legs danced into action. 

         Kiko watched the sexy spider dance about her, helpless to move, she watched the nylon webbing encase her over time.  Pelita’s impressive lissom form contorted and sculpted itself to whatever position she required in order to maximize her trap and minimize Kiko’s body.  Over hours each strand was carefully laid in place, Pelita’s expertise and skill with the Nylon Net more than apparent to Kiko’s confined form.  She neatly knotted the end pieces together with her dexterous toes; her legs at last free of her hose, stepped back and examined her handiwork.

         “Calliope couldn’t have done better!” she smiled.

         Kiko’s body was a shimmering mass of fibres, her faint movements dancing the light as it struck the filaments!  Her legs where spiralled in the twine as was her body, affixed to the table to keep her powerful frame still. 

         “I’ve spun over 100 yards fine nylon about you Kunoichi but you have yet to experience the final two elements that make mine unique, attraction and contraction!  You see my twine reacts chemically with the body producing a powerfully irresistible pheromone that works to thwart any escape attempts by, well, pleasurably occupying the victim while at the same time contracting the Nylon Net about the victim in ever decreasing realms!  Mrs. Mehal will be very pleased indeed and even more so when you tell me the location of the stone you stole from her spa!”

         “Too late bitch I’ve already forwarded it!” Kiko snapped.

         “Pity, but I’ll have your bags checked just to be sure.  I’m afraid by the time I arrived back here with a drug to force its whereabouts you’d already be dead!  Yes I can see the twine is contracting already about you, soon my dear Miss Matsumora you will slide into an alternating world of pleasure and pain all of my construction!  Thank you for a most enjoyable afternoon, the pleasure was all mine and you know I do believe I’ll indulge in a massage myself before I leave!” Pelita smiled as she kissed Kiko’s cheek and departed to dress leaving the twined woman hopelessly webbed and aroused! 

         Kiko her body finely woven and secured flexed and bobbed as the Nylon Net worked about her!  Her legs were slowly being pulled down along the length of her body as the threads contracted as her senses absorbed the chemical passion swimming her brain and body in a drowning pool of passion that she gratefully swan into again and again her pleasure and pain oblivious to all inside the sealed and locked chambers of the massage room!  The erotic trap was defeating her will to fight until she soon found herself a willing participant in her own death!

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         “I have some good news to report!” Pelita smiled as she fairly bounced across the balcony patio toward Azeema who was looking out over the grounds of her house. 

         “Miss Baxter went down these very steps across that path and into my bedroom to retrieve the headpiece I used to build my wealth and position within D.O.O.M.   She interrupted one of my midnight dalliances, only temporarily, I merely changed partners.  She underestimated me and soon found herself wrapped in my pleasurable threads of death, I made a call to have her removed and went to freshen up from my exertions, when I returned Miss Baxter had escaped and my fate was set in motion, if only I’d stayed to watch her die none of this would have happened to me, C.O.I.L. agent’s can be a resourceful lot!” Azeema lamented as she stared toward her dimly lit bedroom. 

         “Perhaps they are but their associates are not so blessed with luck!  I tracked down and killed Miss Matsumora this afternoon my only regret is that I did not find the stone, she must have already sent it along, but I have alerted our people and they will try to intercept the shipment!’  Pelita beamed at her mentor.

         Azeema’s face broke into a smile like the rising morning sun as she turned and faced her protégé.

         “This is indeed excellent news my dear!” Azeema beamed before continuing.  “So I have been misinformed then? Your Nylon Net was successful?” she said bringing forth a hand containing a tangle of fibres.

         Pelita’s face went blank and ash, she felt her knees almost given out, her arms bracing against the railing of the balcony for support.

         "It would appear C.O.I.L.’s associates are more resourceful than you think and you’re not as resourceful as I had hoped!” Azeema snapped.

         “How did you find out, I wanted it to be a surprise, I had her helpless, she has to be dead?” the young agent stammered a series of questions.

         “Nothing is kept from me, not even your thoughts or your movements!  Not that I don’t trust you, but I had your car fixed with a GPS locator the day you arrived, for your piece of mind and mine as well.  When my people arrived all they found was this in the room and the pungent smell of massage oil.  Miss Matsumora used her much lubricated body and undoubtedly her flexibility to slither free of your well constructed trap!  I can see you are as big a failure as I am when it comes to finishing off our opposition.  Her escape I can live with, but to not come back with the stone when it was right under your nose!” Azeema burned.

         “I searched her clothes and her, she didn’t have it, I tried to find it, I know you need it, but she didn’t have it on her!” Pelita said her voice cracking with the shame of her failure.

         “You mean your wonderful tongue couldn’t pick of lock of her mouth and dislodge it from under her tongue where she had it all along!  She is a skilled Kunoichi or did you forget that during your encounter, like you forgot to bring along a truth serum to use on her!  Failure from me is hard enough to tolerate, but when a subordinate fails me that I do not have to endure!” Azeema said her voice rising icily.

         Pelita backed away a step as Azeema turned on her, eyes blazing!  She went to take another step back before her fight/flight mechanism kicked in and she whirled a spinning back heel kick at her mentor!  The older woman deftly reclined her upped body letting the limb sail by unimpeded, her own leg slamming into the small of Pelita’s back with such force that the woman sunk to her knees!  Mrs. Mehal moved gracefully to the stricken woman’s side and unleashed a ferocious side kick to her stomach that send Pelita crashing to her back gasping for air, then over onto her stomach !  Azeema stretched out the woman’s legs, crossing them at the ankles, Pelita was in too much pain to resist, then the older woman placed her heels tight against the base of her pupil’s heels and began to spread her legs! 

         The defeated woman instinctively arched back lifting her head off the ground and into the waiting jaws of Azeema’s cupped hands!  The older woman pulled her taut; stretching Pelita’s body back and up before she bent close and spoke.

         “Your fighting skills are weak, you need to work on them, but for the first time I saw fire in your eyes instead of worship my dear.  I am grateful for the accolades, but they will not help you in a fight.  Learn what I have to teach you, employ the fire and the passion in those teachings and you will be a formidable opponent for anyone, do this for me my sweet Pelita,” Azeema whispered in her ear before relaxing her body so the woman could escape. 

         Pelita got to her feet a few stray tears forming in the corner of her eyes, not from pain, but from gratitude at a second chance and that this remarkable woman thought her worthy of one.  She flung her arms around Azeema’s neck in a trembling embrace as the older woman stroked and rubbed her back.

         “We will make C.O.I.L. and their allies’ pay, the both of us, starting with Miss Matsumora who as I have been informed has booked passage across the strait to Sukhum and her next piece of the puzzle.  The journey takes two day long enough for the two of us to plot our revenge!  She leaves tomorrow as do we which leaves tonight for me to teach you a few exotic arts in my repertoire, come my dear,” Azeema beckoned taking Peltia by the hand and moving to the steps that led down to the garden and her bedroom. 

         “Let’s see if you’re as inept in the bedroom arts as you are in the Martial Arts!  If I can’t turn you into an agent then I will turn you into my subordinate and all the connotations that entails!” Azeema thought, a playful smile dancing across her lips that she let Pelita see on purpose and interpret as she wished. 

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         “When you told me she had booked passage to Sukhum I hadn’t imagined this type of ship,” Pelita smiled from their cabin.

         “It’s not always champagne and oysters my dear, it all depends on the type of quarry you’re hunting!  This woman can be as soft as a light summer’s breeze or has hard as tempered steel; you had the pleasure of the former now we get to experience the latter. But I assure you steel or wind she’ll scream and bleed the same in the end!” Azeema smiled as she sipped her much too strong for Pelita’s tastes Turkish coffee. 

         “How can you be so sure, we’ve been over this scow top to bottom and haven’t found her!” Pelita challenged.

         “She’ll turn up; she’s the type of woman who always does!” Azeema casually remarked with a small sly smile.

         “That statement lost me!” the young agent said.

         “So much to learn?” Azeema smiled as she looked over the rim of her cup before placing it down of the table beside her and fixing Pelita with her eyes.

          “We may not be able to find her, but she knows we’re here and she’ll find us when the time is right.  She needs to finish of job, that being you and I, however which one she chooses to do first, that I cannot be sure of?” Azeema smiled as she once again picked up her cup. 

         “That hardly fills me with comfort!” Pelita’s voice shivered.

         “Strange it has the opposite effect on me.  Not the choice of which of us, but her coming to us.  The best offence is always a good defence and in this case a good defence can be translated to a deadly one if played right.  Rest assured my sweet I have no intentions of letting Miss Matsumora harm you in any way, I’ll make sure your safe and she comes after me, I want to keep you safe and sound and all my for me and what better way to prove I’m worthy to you than to kill the woman that dared harm you!” Azeema purred arousing Pelita in ways she never thought she had. 

         “How will you implement your strategy and draw her to you?” the young spy questioned a thrill coursing through her words. 

         “Just by waiting and becoming a fraction less demanding in my security.  Miss Matsumora knows that crew of this scow, as you put it, have been helping us to search for her and in fact are temporarily on my payroll, but that is about to change.” Azeema smiled.

         Pelita said nothing; she was lost in the rapture and glow of her mentor, her eyes merely filled with stars and pleaded for more details. 

         “Tomorrow that captain will inform me that he is calling off the search because he wants more money, money I don’t have to give, that I will tell him in a oh so begging voice.  He will of course refuse and then I’ll become desperate and offer myself and you as payment, which of course he will not refuse!”  Azeema saw the stars fall from Pelita’s eyes, replaced with a look of alarm at have her body bartered away for her! 

         Azeema smiled at the deception knowing the relief she was about to offer her protégé would cement the bond of the young woman to her even more. 

         “You will be first, go to the captain’s quarters, he’ll be there, but nothing will happen.  After the appropriate time he will leave and make his way to my room, where something will happen!  Once he leaves, Miss Matsumora will be sure to show up, as the captain will be off to see you again in his quarters, a fact he will make clear to me and all over hearing parties as well as the fact that my services were nowhere near good enough to qualify as payment and the deal is still off, but he will avail himself of you once more. He will never lay a hand on you my sweet that I would never let happen; you are much too special in my eyes!  I hope that puts your fears at rest?”

         Azeema got the smile and nod from her young trainee she wanted and began again.

         “Miss Matsumora will attack then, thinking me weak and vulnerable she’ll have me as the main course as I’m the more dangerous of the two and then she’ll come from you, only she’ll never get the chance as I will surprise her!”

         Pelita marvelled at the deceptive lethal calculations of this woman.

         “Miss Matsumora will think her weak and vulnerable after being told her body did not satisfy payment and an easy target for elimination.  Oh how this deadly woman’s mind thinks!” Pelita thought to herself as she felt her temperature rise.

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         Kiko found Azeema just where she would have been has their positions been reversed, but then she’d had never failed in pleasing the man in the first place!

         “You seem to have me at a distinct disadvantage,” Azeema demurred.

         “Just the way I like and intend to keep it Mrs. Mehal,” Kiko shot back as the tip of her sword pulled a towel off the rack and held it out to the watery woman.

         Azeema rose gracefully from her tub, the water barely rippling as she did and took the towel giving Kiko a long look at her dripping body.  Her 55 years belied her 5 foot five inch form, still curvy in all the essential places, thanks to her daily fitness regime.  Her breasts, still firm and angular, arms and back strong and sexy from weight training, her stomach smooth and hard flowed into her hips which curved out and around her medium firm ass creating a natural sexual attraction point that men and women loved to slip their arms about.  Her legs were powerfully strong and sexy, sculpted oaks of passion and pain from her thighs to her full round calves down to her ankles.  Azeema had pinned her shoulder length hair up for practical reasons but in only served to highlight her beautiful face, from her perfect lips, magnificent cheeks bones to her deep black eyes she was a very seductive picture to behold.  The D.O.O.M. woman carefully padded herself dry to the waist before stepping out and beginning her lower body with equal care. 

         “Shall I powder or would you care to do the honours my beautiful Kunoichi?” Azeema demurred. 

         “I’m sure I’d have a fatal reaction to whatever poison or other nefarious drug your baby powder contains Mrs. Mehal so I think we’ll both give it a pass,” Kiko offered as her sword delicately tapped the powder puff before guiding it toward the waste basket and then into it. 

         “Suit yourself,” the nude woman smiled before picking up and wrapping her towel about her body just covering her full impressive breasts but concealing everything below that.  Boldly she made to leave the expansive bathroom taking several steps toward the door. The Kunoichi reacted, swiftly sheaving her sword and grabbing one the determined woman’s then bending it behind her back in an ‘L’ flat against her body!  The speed of the woman surprised her, Azeema rotated on the toes of one foot and spun around, she was still imprisoned, but she was tight to Kiko, face to face! 

         “I much prefer this position than the one you had planned for me!” Azeema smiled.

         Kiko turned her around just as quickly before force marching her out the door and into the bedroom again the wily woman waited and turned the disadvantage to her favour once more.

         “Experience has its own rewards!” she smiled seductively the pupils of her eyes dancing hypnotically before she darted up on her toes and delivered a quick kiss.

         “Miss Baxter was a better kisser, but that’s to be expected I suppose, given her vast experience as a spy verses your limited exposure.  Also our situation was a trifle more erotic, so that plays against you as well I’m afraid my dear.  Not to worry my lips are sealed on the matter, it’s just between you and me.”

         Kiko touched Azeema lips with her free hand, her fingers rubbing hard over them, from corner to corner.

         “Oh not to worry, you caught me in a completely vulnerable situation, all my make up was removed before I slipped into the tub, including any residue of lipstick as your fingers can plainly see,” Azeema reassured her. 

         “The captain wasn’t impressed and neither am I!” Kiko shot back a verbal arrow and watched it wound the woman.

         “Beautiful and cruel, it’s like I’m looking in a mirror” Azeema smiled before pushing Kiko back with a sudden thrust from the palms of her hands.

         Kiko tripped over Azeema’s carefully placed foot, catching it on the back of her heel, her acrobatic skill however turned it into a neat handstand and then a lightning snap of one leg to the forehead of the advancing Azeema, the blow forcing a retreat as Kiko bounced to her feet facing Azeema.

         The older woman slowly unhooked the towel from her body and swirled it in one hand coiling it like a snake, satisfied with the progress she seized the other end in her free hand and tensed her body for a fight! 

         Prepare to die Miss Matsumora; you’ve stepped into my carefully deceived web of lies and now your mine!”

         Kiko unsheathed her sword bringing it tensely over her head at a 90 degree angle the tip of the blade just beyond the point of her upturned elbows.  She gracefully thrust forward, the blade cutting the air with the rush of a high pitched scream as she swept it sideways along her body and then out and down in a sharp cutting motion meant to eviscerate her opponent!   Azeema flung her body back in an arch, the sword barely missing her before she straightened and spun a flying back heel kick square to Kiko’s chest, followed up by a roundhouse kick flush to her jaw and finally a sweeping leg takedown that took the feet under from under the Kunoichi as he crashed to the floor and into a full body scissors from Mrs. Mehal! 

         Kiko brought the sword up swiftly in one hand, rotated in quickly in the palm of her hands and went for a downward jab into the woman’s stomach!  Her attempt however was expertly blocked by Azeema’s feet; one had risen up and caught one of Kiko’s wrists in the flat of her foot while the older woman’s other foot closed around her wrist from the other side! 

         “Didn’t you mother tell you never to play with sharp objects? Azeema smiled.

         The naked woman’s toes pressed delicately into Kiko’s wrists about the veins, a few minutes later and a delicate turn of her wrist by the woman’s feet and the sword was dislodged and sent to a corner of the room by the force of the wrenching action! 

         “You shouldn’t be surprised my dear, I’ve lasted as long as I have in this game, because I’m versatile!”

         Azeema released the arm and slammed repeated blows with her one foot into Kiko’s stomach and mound before driving her knee hard into the Kunoichi’s sternum!  Kiko winched in pain, but just managed to raise an arm and block a strike to her neck, she seized, turned and pulled Azeema’s hand lurching the older woman’s body closer to her before unleashing a furious right cross that connected flush to her opponents jaw!  The sheer power of the punch snapped Azeema’s head down along Kiko’s body where it collided with the Kunoichi’s on rushing foot!  Dazed from two rapid stings Kiko easily sipped free of the woman’s leg vice, cart wheeled backward on her hands and over, the tops of her feet catching the older woman’s head as she went throwing her back over herself, landing her several feet away as she crashed to the floor!

         Mrs. Mehal had just managed to wobble to her feet, her mind cloudy and swimming when Kiko attacked again!  The Kunoichi executed a flying walkover the force of her torso snapping her legs over and slamming them into Azeema with battering ram contact!  Kiko dropped to her knees and fired a relentless series of sharp needle like punches in the hard stomach of her opponent, before finishing with a crippling shot to the woman’s mound that sunk Azeema to her knees!  Kiko reached back seized her neck in her arms and prepared to snap the woman over her shoulder and splay her out for the killing strike!  The older woman reached down for her reserve strength, secured it and cunningly broke the hold by executing a sharp double chop to the sides of Kiko’s neck followed by a rapid fire hammering of shots to the Kunoichi’s back and kidneys! 

         Azeema sensing her chance summoned her weak body for a final assault!  She somersaulted forward, opening her legs as she went to entrap Kiko’s head into her welcoming thighs!  Once ensnared she closed and sealed her prize as she continued the roll, her body twisting as she went until she had her opponent pinned vertically! A quick twist overbalanced the Kunoichi and brought her legs down to earth and into the waiting towel of Azeema!  The naked woman bound her ankles then fastened them to Kiko’s body as she looped the free end of the towel around the woman’s shoulders pinning her prey to herself!  

         Azeema looped and spiralled the remaining towel about her victim’s body with skilled precision and speed until she was neatly packaged in a coil of white fabric that she had freed from her legs before depositing her on the floor.   

         “Quite a tussle, for a minute there I thought you had me, its good to see I can still compete and prevail,” Azeema breathed heavily as she got to her feet then moved to the edge of the bed where she sat and began dressing her eyes never leaving Kiko. 

         Dressed in black tights, matching flats and a loose fitting cotton tee she rolled over languidly on the bed letting her body stretch out to its full length before sweeping her hands up, interlacing her fingers and finally nestling her chin in the middle of the natural arm bridge she’d created. 

         “You’re very nicely arched already my dear Miss Matsumora, you should be flattered, I chose to kill you with one of my specialties, The Yoke of Yasmin.  How fortunate you found me when you did or was that just what I planned all along?  The trap was never in my bath water, no, it merely acted as the accelerator for the chemical agent contained in my towel!  I don’t pretend to understand all the chemistry involved I just know how to apply it so the results are fatal!  The water accelerant makes of towel extremely adherent to anything it touches, much like a spider’s web, and I see my web has you stuck fast!  As my webbing dries out it contracts in a magnificently lethal embrace of crushing fibres that kill quickly and efficiently, you have less than five minutes of life left, just enough time for me to recover my stone!” Azeema smiled as she rolled off the bed and crawled slowly and sexily along the carpet toward Kiko.

         The Kunoichi bound inside the constricting towel and arched up, her head and the tips of her toes resting mere inches from another and being pulled closer together by the second, was helpless to move, her body already screaming at her as the towel squeezed.

         “This technique should enable me to open the tumblers of that safe of yours and allow me to reclaim my stone,” Azeema smiled as she lowered her lips to Kiko’s.

         The entwined Kunoichi felt just the lightest a touches from Azeema’s pursed lips at one corner of her mouth, not enough to encompass one or either of her lips, but just the tiniest sliver of a pull up, almost imperceptible, but there.  The older woman moved about her, repeating the process with tactile control, Kiko’s head embraced and cemented in place by the towel.  Even free of her bind the Kunoichi knew she would have found the woman’s touch hard to fight! 

         Azeema began tenderly exhaling hot moist air across Kiko’s lips in between the buttery kisses while her wet tongue traced the valley between the Kunoichi’s lips, her heated watery probe near magic as Kiko’s body quivered to it, but her mouth refused to open to Azeema.  The D.O.O.M. spy worked away, her doubled edged attack was working, another wet crossing of Kiko’s closed mouth confirmed it as her tongue traced a little deeper in the valley!  The soft kisses moved inward gently pulling away as before while her wet tongue stroked back and forth until Kiko felt it inside tracing around her teeth and inner lips as the kisses nipped her with slightly longer upward pulls and counter pulls! 

         “Yes my trapped beauty you’re weakening!  My lips need not be drugged to be paralysing!  The Siren is breaking your will with each trace and kiss, just a few more and I’ll have you under my spell!  Feel my skills enjoy them and succumb to my dancing lips” Azeema whispered as she worked.

         Kiko was helpless to her touch her mouth bending to the woman’s attack until she was sung open and Azeema’s tongue snaked slowly inside and went to work!  Washing hot rolls of her tongue and lip pulls brought down the last of Kiko’s defences!  Azeema smiled, gave the Kunoichi a few more velvet nips and one final long stroke of her tongue up Kiko’s before she slipped underneath the compliant tongue of her victim and coiled her own around the prize before breaking the embrace.

         “What my protégé wasn’t able to obtain by force is mine by stealth,” Azeema said holding the stone in her hand

         The victorious woman rose, cleaned the stone made and placed it under her tongue before making her way to the ships intercom on the wall off her cabin.

         “An excellent hiding place, but one must have the skills to hold it there, fortunately I possess them as well and my mouth is much harder to pry open!” Azeema smiled before she activated the intercom.

         “We are moored in the outer harbour until morning, but the Zodiac is ready to take you ashore whenever you wish Mrs. Mehal,” a voice said over the intercom.

         Smiling at the efficiency of having her question answered before she asked it Azeema acknowledged the voice.

         “Thank you Captain, Pelita and I will be leaving immediately; your service and discretion in this matter will not go unnoticed by my organisation.” 

         “I’m about to break a rule I admonished my student for doing, namely leaving your victim along to escape, but as they say rules are made to be broken and this is just such a case.  My presence in the Republic of Georgia is not welcomed by the authorities, fortunately I’ve planned ahead, the Zodiac will take me to an out going ship and back to Istanbul.  I really should stay and watch you die Miss Matsumora, but one can never tell when the harbour police will board this ship and search it before they let it into port, but I won’t tell Pelita if you won’t, we’ll just keep it our little secret!” Azeema smiled a deadly grin.

         Kiko barely heard the cabin door close, her brain was screaming in pain as the Yoke of Yasmin crushed her body in its lethal embrace.  She squirmed the little she could and even that disappeared a few seconds later as the white towel pulled against her black skin suit and she began to gasp and fight to draw breath!

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         “Come my dear we are leaving,” Azeema said as she entered the bridge interrupting Pelita’s conversation with the captain.

         “The Zodiac is waiting at amidships for you, come I will escort you,” the captain offered with a motion of his hand.

         “Thank you captain,” Azeema said, taking his hand and guiding it around her waist while her other hand slid behind his neck, her fingers splaying out on the back of head as she closed her lips about his.  The woman slowly rolled her lips about his making the kiss last until she pulled her wet hand away from his head and gazed at her red stained hand, before she touched her lips and violently spat blood on the body of the captain as he fell to the floor a Ninja throwing star glinting in the light from the back of his head! 

         “You!  But how?” Azeema screamed in shock and sheer panic.

         “A girl never tells her secrets!  What’s the matter I would thought you’d have a taste for blood, no matter, I have taste enough for both of you and I’m thirsty!” Kiko’s icy voice cut the air and entered the room via opened   a thin slit in the otherwise intact glass where her star had come through.

         Pelita moved quickly to the door on the opposite side of the bridge and opened it before lunging forward to come between her mentor and the Kunoichi and neat scissor kick bringing Azeema back to reality as she moved toward the open door.  The young protégé tried another high spinning back heel kick, Kiko caught her leg with one hand spun and stepped inside the kick rocketing the point of her elbow into her opponents pussy, before snapping around and kicking her square in the chest, the blow driving Pelita off her feet into the air and through the window opposite the opponent door!  She crashed heavily on the deck and skidded to the railing her body and mind in flux! 

         Azeema made her way quickly along the railing never looking back to see what was happening to Pelita.

         “She’s not part of Plan B, but she can serve as a distraction and even the bait until it is ready!” Azeema smiled.

         Kiko stepped through the cabin door just as Pelita staggered to her feet and swung a lazy slow punch in her direction.  The Kunoichi easily blocked the attempt, closed her fist around the woman’s balled hand and wrenched her arm, the sudden force dislocating Pelita’s shoulder!  Her scream of pain was quickly muffled by the force the Kiko’s foot ramming into her face as the Ninja bent forward and swung her foot over top of her body!  Kiko rose to her full height pulled her opponents arm behind her back with one hand while simultaneously seizing Pelita’s hair and yanking it back with her other hand!  She quickly force marched/dragged her adversary along the deck as they pursued Azeema to amidships.  A final turn in the shadowy light brought the two into the open section of the small freighter directly above the hatches for the cargo hold and there on the other side, maybe 20 feet away stood Azeema, her black clad body ethereal in the running lights of the ship. 

         “You forgot your protégé or is she expendable like all the others in your life!” Kiko yelled.

         Before Azeema could answer in the affirmative, Pelita her voice half choked by blood in her throat from her broken nose and split lip did it for her.

         “Go Mrs. Mehal, you have succeeded I’ll delay her as long as I’m able!” Pelita coughed out in a clearly hurt voice as she struggled free of Kiko, fell to her knee’s then wrapped her arms around the Kunoichi’s hips and tightened as much was her damaged body would allow.

         “Such as stupid girl!  I would have thought that some of my teachings would have taken root by now, but she foolishly clings to loyalty, a word that has no place in our profession and certainly no meaning with me.  But I will let her die thinking she has served some purpose and then I will move on and forget her!” Azeema thought to herself just as the circle closed about Kiko.

         In a flash the Kunoichi issued a sharp double pronged chop to both sides of Pelita’s neck breaking her feeble hug then in one fluid motion spun round in the air and laced a furious roundhouse kick connecting flushing with the head of the already beaten woman!  The force of the blow lifting, throwing and eventually rolling her, when she landed next to Azeema, as she came out of the spin Kiko’s body artfully unfolded and she pulled her sword from its sheath on her back and tensed in her fighting stance before the circle of sailors around her! 

         “I’m afraid this isn’t a Maggie Cheung movie my dear Kunoichi, your sword however deadly, cannot compete with modern technology!” Azeema smiled as she felt Pelita circle her hands about her ankles seeking some sort of comfort.

         Kiko’s eyes darted about catching the glint of metal on light as the circle brought their guns up and at her in one fluid machine like motion.  The Kunoichi surveyed the group as she turned slowly then relaxed as she faced Azeema again and slowly, very slowly sheathed her sword with a resigned look of defeat.

         “Your right this isn’t a Maggie Cheung movie, but then again I’ve always preferred Yukari Oshima, she’s a more modern girl, as am I!” Kiko said reaching behind her back with both hands and emerging with two Tec-9 machine pistols, there back colour against her suit having concealed them in the diffused light until now! 

         The air was filled with lead, the smell of oil and smoke, the breath of fire and the sounds of bullets pinging off metal and thudding into soft human flesh as Kiko held the Tec-9’s as arms length and spun in a circle several times, before dropping to one knee and rolling forward her arms whizzing around as she sprayed a circumference of death!  Stray bullets ricocheted of metal railings, chains and the like lighting up the night upon contact like a swarm of metallic fireflies that danced among the disintegrating circle of men as Kiko’s gun spat death and fire from its muzzle!  A slew of spent shell casings litter the deck as the Kunoichi dashed for cover eliminating several more men along the way until it was just she and two final combatants, one of which was wounded in both shoulders and slumped on his knees on the open, Kiko took aim and blew away his knee cap, his screams rising above the staccato beat of the churning machine gun! 

         One on one the two exchanged small bursts of fire at each other while Kiko kept a close eye on Azeema and Pelita pinning them to their hiding whole with a small burst of fire now and then making escape for them, at least until she said so or was dead, impossible!  Her adversary popped in and out around the corner of the far side of the deck and the cabins, with the field to open for a front assault and working around out of the question, due to Azeema and her protégé, Kiko had lost the advantage and reduced the confrontation to a game of attrition by bullets!

         “Who says this isn’t a Maggie Cheung movie?” the Kunoichi smiled reaching into her hair.

         He shifted into the open for a quick burst, his finger squeezed the trigger and the weapon roared to life, fire flaring from its muzzle, the noise of the weapon deafening as the sound reverberated around the deck for several seconds until it was overtaken by the wail of his voice!  The weapon fell lifeless from his blood spurting hand that he now waved frantically in the air desperate to pull the dart that had impaled his wrist and severed a main artery pumping blood like a fountain into the air!  Kiko moved across the gap in a flash her long lean body a whip of black as she front flipped toward him her hands releasing to throwing stars during the last flip that surgically imbedded themselves into his knees’.  Kiko came up neck to him seized his arms and pulled them violently down upon the stars in his knees, his palms pierced all the way through and stuck as he screamed in agony one final time before she wrenched it neck 180 degrees freezing a scream on his face as he fell dead!

         Kiko snapped around, her body almost robotic in its movements, and began to walk slowly toward Azeema and Pelita, her gun poised to fire.  On she came, her eyes transfixed upon the two and they on her until a flashing of metallic light, just for a fraction of a second broke the spell and them it was back again.  The two D.O.O.M. agents watched the man Kiko had disabled with bullets to his knees look up for a second as she past and then down to his chest before a thin red line formed from his throat to his genitals.  It seemed to hang there, a fine line, like that of a pen, not growing or changing until you were almost sure it never would and then it did.  The red disappeared, giving the appearance of an illusion until his intestines stilled out onto his hands and all over the deck in a waste of water and spilling sounds, like spaghetti being poured out of a pot!  His face twisted in a scream, frozen forever and unable to release the torment die to his sliced larynx!  He twitched a few times and then fell into a puddle of his own guts, Kiko never breaking stride or looking back, her sword in and out of its sheath in the blink of an eye.

         “The stone please!” she demanded holding out her hand.

         Azeema hesitated for several seconds looking defiant until Kiko spoke again.

         “The stone or do I have to cut you open slowly until I find it” the Kunoichi said her voice cold and heartless as she clasp her hands around Azeema’s mouth and pulled her up off the ground the D.O.O.M. woman scrambling to find her feet.

         “Split it out! I regret my retrieval techniques are not as gentle as yours!” Kiko demanded holding her free hand over the woman’s mouth and squeezing her just a little so Azeema got the point.

         The stone was hers instantly and Azeema was hers as well as Kiko slapped a ring around her wrist, one that the Kunoichi had removed from her ponytail, looped another the inside of it and secured Pelita to it.

         “Do either of you know what this ship is carrying in its hold?” Kiko asked.  "Kerosene drums!  What do you think would happen if they were to explode, oh say in 5 minutes?” the Kunoichi said holding up a small timer.

         “I do hope you’re a good swimmer Mrs. Mehal because I don’t think your partner here is feeling her best at the moment so you will have to do the work for both of you or you could just cut off her hand and leave her here and save yourself, that has always been your modis operandi in the past!  You two deserve each other!” Kiko smiled, as she turned threw a small knife 10 feet away from the pair and made her way to the ladder down to the Zodiac.

         “My sister and I seem to have an ill effect on your fortunes every time we meet!  Let’s never meet again, for your sake!” Kiko said as she descended to the Zodiac, started the engine and move away from the freighter and into the murky night.

         It was slow going until the light from behind illuminated the harbour before her; she throttled the motor and sped up a large smile crossing her face.

         “That was early I wonder how that could have happened.”