Karate Girls Unlimited
by SleepWalker bob102655@yahoo.com
Chapter 2: Escape Thwarted!


 ...in which James Bond makes a run for it, but is brought down by a sexy
agent-in-training!

Bond awoke to the sterile glare of fluorescent light, which only intensified
his stabbing headache. But that was nothing compared to the pain in his neck,
which in turn brought back with stunning suddenness the memory of a woman
chopping him into unconsciousness. And, for some reason, the very last image
he could conjure before passing out was that of a pair of very soft female
legs.

His musings were suddenly interrupted by a door opening behind him. He
attempted to turn and greet his visitor, but realized for the first time his
legs and wrists were strapped tight to the metal gurney on which he was
stretched.

"So at last you are awake, Mr. Bond. I trust you are quite comfortable," said
the long-legged brunette who was wearing a miniscule black thong, high heels
and a black bra that covered only the nipples of her firm breasts.

"As a matter of fact I'm not," replied Bond and he made a sudden frantic
attempt to lunge upward and break his bonds, then collapsed backward in
exasperation as he realized he could not rise from the gurney more than a few
inches.

"Relax, Mr. Bond. Let me assist you," said the long-legged woman as she
produced a set of keys. She moved from one corner of the bed to another,
unlocking the shackles which restrained her quarry. At last Bond sat up,
rubbed his wrists and ankles and looked around.

"You're the girl in the car," Bond remembered and the woman nodded. "You're
the one who knocked me out. Why did you bring me here?"

"We need the names of your contacts throughout eastern Europe," she said. "And
we need you for a few training exercises."

But Bond wasn't listening. He was instead mentally measuring the distance to
the door, which now stood open. Without further thought, he catapulted himself
off the gurney and bolted for the door.

The long-legged brunette unhitched a small transceiver from the strap of her
thong, cupped it in her hand and pressed a button on its side.

"He is heading north down the " A" corridor as planned," the brunette
announced into the device. 

"Excellent, Giselle," said a sultry female voice. Give pursuit and keep us
apprised. Jade is in position."

"Roger. Giselle out," she said tersely. She clipped the device to the narrow
strap of her tiny thong and bounded from the room with a grin on her face.

Bond sprinted down the hallway. He stopped intermittently to try the doors
which lined it, but they were all locked and he was forced to continue down
the straight corridor. Strange, he thought: surely one of the doors should
open and afford him at least a temporary hiding place. But, no. Every door was
bolted solidly. He tried to kick one open, but found it to be
steel-reinforced. He had no choice but to run further down the hall.

Suddenly, at the very end of the straightaway, a figure appeared. Bond
squinted in the fluorescent glare. A tall Asian woman was blocking the
passageway. She stood with her long tanned legs spread wide apart. One arm was
cocked jauntily at an angle and rested on her narrow hips. She wore what Bond
realized was apparently the standard uniform around here: a tiny black bra,
high-cut thong and high heels.

Suddenly, the corridor was alive with a voice which cackled from a speaker
overhead. "Welcome to training session #1, Mr. Bond," the breathy female voice
said. "Allow me to introduce to you our cadet-in-training...Jade."

The woman at the end of the corridor bowed slightly. "To gain your freedom,
Mr. Bond, you will have to get past her. To earn permanent status as a
commissioned officer with Karate Girls Unlimited, Jade also has a mission: to
practice her martial arts training and knock you out cold.

Bond was trying to sort out all of these new revelations, but abandoned the
task because the girl was approaching, striding toward him confidently, her
heels clicking loudly in the stark, soundless, sterile hallway.

"I've knocked other men out before," she was saying quietly, "but none quite
as handsome as you. I'll try not to bruise your pretty face too badly."

With that, her long bare leg shot upward, catching Bond under the chin and
sending him reeling backward. He staggered momentarily, then regained his
balance, just in time to see her launch another kick at his face. The toe of
her high heel connected with pinpoint accuracy, drilling into his right temple
and filling his brain with a million points of light.

She stepped back to gauge the effect of her kick and saw Bond weaving like a
drunk, but when he didn't fall she brought her tawny leg up in a sudden
roundhouse kick. Its circular arc caught Bond on the side of the head and spun
him around 180°. Jade stepped forward, grabbed him by the shoulders and turned
the weakened man around to face her.

"You've shown remarkable resiliency to my kicks, Mr. Bond," she cooed. "But
Giselle tells me you have a very tender neck." With that, she raised her
flattened hand and brought it down sharply against the base of Bond's neck. He
let out a groan, then appeared to lose consciousness as he fell forward into
her.

She caught him as he toppled into her and was surprised by how light he was.
Then she let him slip from her arms. He slid slowly down her body, his face
brushing lightly over her breasts which glistened with sweat. His face slid
down over her hard abdomen. He tried to steady himself, reaching out with both
hands to grasp her hips. But he was passing out now and continued downward,
running his hands over her soft thighs and past her sharp knees and supple,
shapely calves. Then he collapsed, as she had promised, in a senseless heap at
her feet.

"Well done, Jade," said the voice on the loudspeaker. Jade bowed in the
direction of the closed-circuit camera hanging near the ceiling. "But remember
to transfer your weight to your inner leg when initiating a roundhouse kick.
Otherwise, you performed marvelously."

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you," Jade said deferentially.

At that moment, Bond stirred. With a pained effort he hoisted himself up onto
his hands and knees, then shook his head, trying to clear the fog of
unconsciousness from his brain.

Jade took a step back and again measured the distance. Still on all fours,
Bond lifted his head, just in time to see her long bare leg rocketing toward
his face. Her heeled foot caught him right between the eyes. Bond felt his
body being carried upward, where it performed a back flip in midair of its own
accord. He landed hard on his back, knocking the wind out of him. Blackness
was rapidly welling up all around and he let it take him without resistance.

"Bravo, Jade!" the voice cheered. "But can Mr. Bond be encouraged to go
another round?"

"I shall see if I can arouse him, ma'am," Jade said quietly.

She raised her knee, then reached down to unfasten the straps of her high
heel. She lowered her foot gently onto Bond's crotch and began massaging him
rhythmically. Before long, he groaned loudly and writhed slowly beneath her
foot.

"I do believe he's coming around," said the voice. "A perfect opportunity to
practice your sleeper hold. Let's see if you can remember what you learned."

"Yes, ma'am." Jade bend down, slipped her shoe on, then hoisted Bond by his
shirt collar to his feet. She slapped him across the face a few times and his
eyes fluttered open uncertainly.

"It's time for your afternoon nap, Mr. Bond," Jade teased. She spun him so he
faced away from her, then wrapped one arm around his neck and extended the
other along the length of his head.

"Nighty night, Mr. Bond," she whispered close to his ear. She cinched her arm
tighter, squeezing his carotid arteries with vise-like pressure. Bond brought
both his hands upward to grip her encircling arm, but found he could not budge
it, which was now squeezing him like a python. Again Bond felt himself sinking
into the thick torpor of merciful sleep. He reached down and grabbed the
smooth flesh of the girl's long legs, but he had no strength left and his
hands slid uselessly over the moist skin of her thighs. A moment later, he was
asleep in her arms.

She held his limp form upright for a few seconds, then let him fall to the
floor. This time the defeated man did not move. She bent down and lightly
pressed a finger against the side of his neck to check his pulse.

"He is asleep, ma'am," Jade announced.

"My congratulations, Miss Jade," said the voice. "You have performed well
today and have passed this little exercise with flying colors. As your reward
you may take Mr. Bond and do with him as you will. Guards! Remove Mr. Bond to
Jade's chamber!"

Instantaneously, two tall, long-legged women in black thongs turned the
corner, pushing a gurney. One grabbed Bond by the shoulders, the other grabbed
his ankles and they hoisted him effortlessly onto the gurney. But as they
lowered his prone form onto the cold metal, he stirred again.

"Oh, my," Jade exclaimed. "He does seem to possess an exceptional
constitution." She raised her hand and brought it down with lightning speed,
chopping him solidly on his bruised neck. Bond grunted, then seemed to melt
into the gurney. He settled against the metal surface and didn't move again.

"As I was saying, Jade, do with him what you will," announced the voice.

"And enjoy your evening."