The Yakusa hit woman, Konisha looked down at her helpless prey, FBI Director Jane Armstrong, whom she'd ambushed and beaten nearly senseless. Two consecutive knee lifts in the gut had completed the job and dropped Jane to her knees clutching her belly in awful agony. A second later she vomited up her Award dinner.

As Jane crouched on the floor, too sick to move, Konisha swiftly retrieved two items from just inside the open door of the room where she'd lain in wait, before accosting the FBI Director, a can of chloroform and a pad to apply it.

Konisha applied the chloroform to the pad, before setting the can aside. Jane, beaten and grievously sick, hardly knew what was happening, until Konisha seized her around the neck. She hauled the helpless FBI Director erect, and a second later, pressed the pad over Jane's mouth and nose. Jane struggled weakly in panic, but there was nothing she could do to get loose, before the deadly fumes rendered her unconscious.

Konisha held the big blonde in her steely arms, until long after Jane stopped struggling and passed out. Finally satisfied, she let her victim drop. With a soft moan, Jane toppled to the floor, barely missing the pool of vomit.

Konisha looked down at her prey, complacently satisfied at last that Jane was helplessly unconscious for a while.

"Hah! It's a good thing we own this hotel, and those FBI dodoes never tracked down the ownership!" Konisha congratulated herself smugly. "Ms. Smartass Director walked right into my spider web! The dumb bitch even fell for that phony Award dinner we set up! Hah! Lucky I had the staff leave all the rooms on this floor except Janey's vacant! That little fracas would have woken  a dead body anywhere on the floor!"

Konisha dragged the unconscious Director's inert body into the room adjoining Jane's own. She had made preparations there, while she waited for Jane to show up. The two rooms had a connecting door that was locked when Jane checked in that afternoon, but was now open. Konisha had already been through Jane's luggage and brief case, reading with amusement the dossier on her own nefarious activities.

Inside the room, Konisha carefully locked the door behind her. "We don't want to be disturbed for this little private party!" She laughed grimly.

Once secure, Konisha swiftly removed Jane's clothing, all but her shoes and black net stockings.

"She'll look slutttier in the pictures with these whore's fishnet stockings on!" Konisha decided with a nasty laugh.

"For a middle-aged broad, she's got a real nice body if you like big, beefy blondes, I guess!" Konisha chortled, as she finished stripping the unconscious woman. It somehow gave her a heady feeling of power to handle the unconscious woman's beautiful, naked body.

Konisha was an expert at painful bondage, and she tied Jane's arms tightly, before suspending her from an overhead pulley, she'd carefully installed that afternoon. She hauled Jane's bound body upright, and then secured straps around the Director's knees so she couldn't move.

With another nasty laugh, Konisha set up a video camera, pointing directly at Jane's bound form, to record everything she had planned for her unfortunate victim.

The fastidious assassin cleaned the blood and vomit off Jane's battered face and golden curls, before she proceeded to the next step.  "Want her to look pretty for her film debut!"

"My bosses want to see this! The bitch's investigation has been a real pain in the ass to them!  Well! I'll make sure to give them a good show! Guess I'll get naked too!" Konisha took off her own tattered dress, stripping down to her black lace panties. "Might as well be comfortable for the party, too!"

Once her preparations were complete, Konisha, poked at Jane's large, shapely bosom to rouse her.

The painful poking finally roused the bruised and battered FBI Director from her chloroformed sleep. As Jane painfully came to, it took her a few moments to comprehend what had happened to her. With a shock, she found herself stringently bound and embarrassingly naked. At a snicker from above, she looked up and saw Konisha laughing down at her. With a shudder, Jane remembered the disastrous fight with the Yakusa hit woman, and the humiliating memory of Konisha knocking her unconscious, then chloroforming her, as she knelt helplessly in a pool of her own vomit. She still hurt all over from the punishment Konisha inflicted on her, and excruciating bondage made the pain considerably worse.  When Jane fully realized her galling predicament, she reacted furiously.

Konisha only laughed at Jane's furious threats, knowing she was in the driver's seat. She picked up a small, but vicious looking whip, and flicked it menacingly. Jane eyed the whip nervously.

Jane's apprehension was well founded. Konisha proceeded to wield the whip with vigorous powerful enthusiasm. Adding to Jane's mortification, Konisha took great care to strike only the Director's sumptuously rounded bottom, which she had skillfully arranged to be vulnerably out thrust, by the malicious bondage. As Konisha's cruel whip blistered the creamy perfection of her ample, strongly rounded buttocks, Jane cursed the small assassin, between howls at the searing pain.

When she finished the mortifying, painful whipping, Konisha removed the straps from Jane's knees and adjusted the overhead pulley to a higher level. As the bound FBI Director writhed in shamed humiliation, Konisha began to paw the older woman in the most embarrassingly intimate ways.

As she manipulated Jane's genitals, Konisha stuck her tongue in the bound FBI Director's ear and wriggled it around. Try as she might to avoid it, Jane inevitably fell under the spell of the insidious sexual assault.

Once she forced the seething FBI Director to a shattering orgasm with her skillful hand, Konisha leisurely dressed in fresh clothing, preparing to leave. Before she left, she had one more unpleasant surprise for Jane, an oversized vibrator.

As Jane squirmed in terrible agonizing distress at the huge vibrator rammed up her backside, not to mention her other agonies, Konisha packed up the video tape and prepared to leave the hapless Director in her terrible anguish.

Before she turned to go, Konisha paused. "You should be able to get yourself loose, when the vibrator batteries run down, and you stop wriggling like a sow in heat! I'll be out of the Country by then, of course! Not that I think you'll want to testify against me in open court, and tell the world how one little Japanese girl, all by herself,  beat you up, spanked your fat butt, raped you, and stuck a vibrator up your ass, will you Janey?" Konisha laughed. "Oh, you can keep the vibrator as my gift t'you, for those long lonely nights when you get horny thinking about me!  I've got a spare at home! I'll think of you, whenever I use it! Hee, hee!"

Then the vicious girl added with deadly serious threat. "Just remember me, when you do get loose! Call off your investigation, and don't bother our organization again, OR I'll be BACK!"

With another laughing sneer, Konisha turned and was out the door.

It was nearly six the next morning, when Jane at last succeeded in freeing herself. As Konisha predicted it was shortly after the hellish vibrator's batteries finally ran down. Jane stumbled into her own room and fell across the bed. It was only then, for the first time in her frightful ordeal, that she broke down and began sobbing in humiliation, and pain. How could this happen to her? She hurt everywhere, but mostly in her sore behind and ravaged rectum. Even worse were the grievous blows to her pride. With a final sob, the Director pulled herself together, and staggered into the bathroom to soak in the hot tub. She was in the hot water, before she bothered to remove her net stockings. Somehow shortly after eight, Jane managed to get herself dressed and take a taxi to the District Office for her meeting.

Wearing dark glasses and heavy makeup, in a vain hope to conceal her bruises, Jane fidgeted restlessly in the large chair at the head of the conference table, trying unsuccessfully to find some position that didn't add to the pain in her very tender behind and in her very sore rectum.  When she experimentally leaned forward, she winced a her badly bruised belly pressed against the table edge.

"All right let's get started!" The Director snapped irritably to several latecomers who hadn't taken their places at the table.

As soon as the tardy staff members sat down, Jane began in an angry tone. "I've reviewed this so-called evidence you people have collected against the Yakusa, and its garbage! There's not even any proof that there is any such organization as the Yakusa. It's all innuendo and ethnic prejudice! After reviewing what you collected at great taxpayer expense, I'm inclined to doubt its existence myself! Certainly this tripe wouldn't convince a Grand Jury!  I'm so disgusted, that I'm disbanding this task force and reassigning you all, to what I hope, will be more productive endeavors!"

"But Ms. Armstrong.."

"But Ma'am..."

The incredulous protests were cut off by an icy glare.  Even behind dark glasses, Jane Armstrong's glare could freeze a subordinate in his tracks at fifty paces.

With that, the Director stalked from the Conference room. Fifteen minutes later she was in a taxi to the airport where a plane would fly her back to the security of her Seat of Government Office in Washington D. C.