WARNING: This story contains adult situations, violence, torture, f/f rape, and adult language. It is intended for mature adults only, and should not be read by anyone under the age of twenty-one!

Espionage.
By
GW
GW Page at the Valkyrie.
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or gwalb@yahoo.com)

It was nearly dusk, and the deserted, shadowed, cobblestone street echoed her footsteps.  Lt. Comdr. Joyce Ramsey, Chief of U.S. Naval Intelligence's Station, in neutral Portugal looked around warily. No one in sight. Yet, she felt uneasy. She'd learned to trust her hunches; they'd saved her life more than once.

Late that afternoon, Joyce had received an urgent communication, from one of her top agents, that he had encountered suspicious enemy activity, in this tiny Portuguese fishing village. In the wake of the attack on Pearl harbor, six months earlier, all available naval resources had been diverted to the Pacific, and the Station was shorthanded.

With all other agents on other assignments, Joyce had no choice but to  investigate the a lead herself. She'd driven to the small village a few miles from Lisbon, alone. The medieval village streets were too narrow, even for her small car, and she parked inconspicuously at the edge of town, and proceeded to the rendezvous on foot.

The agreed upon meeting place was just ahead on the next street. As Joyce turned the corner, she was met by a chilling sight. Her agent lay on the ground, covered with blood. A small oriental looking woman, hardly more than a girl, knelt beside him, removing a knife from his chest.



At sight of Joyce, the girl leaped to her feet, and fled. A moment later, Joyce determined there was nothing more she could do for the man, but capture his murderess. She ran rapidly in pursuit of the fleeing girl.


Joyce's tiny quarry was certainly fleet footed, but the tall Naval Officer, doggedly kept up the chase, although she was panting, and out of breath'

"Damn, that little bitch can run!"



The girl turned into an alley, and Joyce slowed down, warily, as she followed into the alley. Joyce could see no other exit. The opposite end appeared to end at a stone wall..

"Guess I've cornered her now?" Joyce thought in satisfaction.

Sure enough, the  smaller woman turned at bay, to face Joyce.

Face to face, Joyce identified the woman for certain. "Thought it was her. That's Odd, though! What's she doing here in Portugal? Pretty far from home; usually they leave this sector, to their Nazi partners."

Though they had never encountered each other, before, from circulars distributed from Washington Headquarters, Joyce recognized the young woman as Miiki, last name unknown. Miiki was one of Imperial Japanese Intelligence's top agents and assassins. It was said she was the orphaned daughter of a lower ranking, Japanese Army officer, raised and trained. since early childhood, by Imperial Intelligence, to be the perfect covert operative. Barely twenty-one, her tiny stature, fragile beauty, and seeming innocence, made it impossible to believe she was dangerous. Yet she was a mistress of most oriental schools of combat, as well as being expert with the stiletto. It was said her knowledge of poisons, exceeded that of Lucretia Borgia. Miiki  killed repeatedly, and remorselessly, leaving a trail of dead Allied Agents in her wake.

The two female, enemy agents, paused warily, assessing each other, like two fierce cats. Joyce was not sorry for the brief respite, to get her breath, although the younger, smaller woman seemed perfectly fresh. Miiki made slight circling movements, as though to get around her big, blond foe, back to  the mouth of the alley. Joyce responded by keeping her own impressively large body, between the girl and any chance of escape.

"This murderous witch is NOT getting away from me, after what she did." Joyce resolved, with staunch confidence. 

The two circling cats appraised each other, with professional curiosity. Of course, Joyce was sure she was in for a fight, as soon as Miiki turned to face her. Even though she had just seen the girl callously kill a man, Joyce could scarce believe this tiny, innocent looking, young girl had earned so fearsome a reputation. She was not unhappy, the devil had dropped her knife in the chase, though. She was unarmed herself; the Police of Dictator Salazar were most uncooperative, when it came to armed foreigners walking the streets of Portugal. She was well aware that Miiki had killed with her bare hands, when the need arose, but was confident in her own formidable, unarmed, combat skills.

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Joyce was still furious at what Miiki had done to her agent, and was anxious to apprehend the murderess. As soon as her somewhat labored breathing subsided, she edged closer to the enemy agent, getting within striking distance. As the girl extended her left arm defensively, Joyce rashly reached to seize it for a judo throw. She'd bring this ruthless murderess to justice or know the reason, why!



Joyce hardly anticipated the lighting quickness, and wily skill of her tiny adversary. Miiki's extended left arm was only a feint, and before the big American could get a secure grip, the Japanese girl drove the flat of her hand into Joyce's belly. Still a little winded from the pursuit, the fierce blow to her solar plexus, doubled the blond over breathlessly.


Crouching in distress, Joyce came back with a punch to Miiki's jaw.


Partially doubled over in pain, Joyce's punch did far less damage, than she hoped, and Miiki immediately retaliated with a Karate stab to her abdomen. The second blow to Joyce's stomach paralyzed her solar plexus, and took her remaining  breath away.


Before Joyce could recover from the blow, the catlike Japanese girl struck again, with another deadly stab to her solar plexus. Joyce felt sick to her stomach.


In order to immobilize her foe, as well as to give herself a brief respite, and perhaps because she might have fallen, otherwise, Joyce lunged forward, and wrapped her arms around Miiki's upper arms, hoping to trap them at the girl's sides.


Joyce did not succeed in entirely immobilizing Miiki's lower arms, and the fierce girl drove her karate stiff fingers into the sides of the big blond's muscular belly, from either side, repeating the attack several times.





The attacks straightened Joyce up in agony, and she stumbled away from the smaller girl.
Miiki doubled Joyce over again, with another karate stab to her sore belly.
 
In order to get Miiki away from her, Joyce swung her powerful right arm desperately, but the wily oriental girl ducked just in time, and the American's big fist whistled harmlessly over her head.


Miiki retaliated with another deadly karate stab, to Joyce's aching right side, and then followed with another stab to Joyce's belly.




Despite the agony convulsing her middle, Joyce kicked her right leg at her foe. It was a lucky kick, striking Miiki's belly with enough force to knock her backward, and sideways.


Heartened by the success of her first kick, Joyce put even more strength and power into a second, driving her toe into the small of Miiki's back. The tiny Japanese girl cried out in acute pain.



Joyce had been badly hurt, and even though her two kicks had been effective, they had taken a lot out of her. She paused just a moment still trying to get her breath. Perhaps a mistake?


Miiki stoically disregarded the fierce pain in her back, and wheeled, kicking Joyce in the leg with unerring aim, catching the side of her left knee with disabling force.


Without a pause, Miiki kicked her other leg, and caught Joyce's left, inner thigh, with a force equaling the first kick. Joyce's entire left leg went numb, preventing her from putting any weight on it, for the time being.



Awkwardly standing on just her right leg, Joyce presented an easy target, and with her right arm, Miiki drove a karate stab into her throat.


The karate stab paralyzed Joyce's entire throat. Still on just one leg, the big American woman squawked in distress. Miiki added to her distress, with a slashing karate chop to the same spot.


Miiki too could make mistakes, usually from over-confidence; she paused at snicker at Joyce's gurgling distress.


Despite her distress, Joyce saw her chance, and smashed the side of her fist across Miiki's face. The big blond was incredibly strong, and even on one leg, got enough power into the glancing blow, to stagger Miiki.



Joyce found that she could put some weight on her left leg, giving her more leverage. She smashed Miiki in the face, with a powerful left cross, catching her on the point of the chin.


On both legs now, Joyce smashed two more punches into Miiki's face, a right cross to the side of her chin, and another left cross to the other side of her jaw.





After the four punches to the face from Joyce's big fists, Miiki's eyes were glazed, her tiny legs trembling nearly uncontrollably, and her arms dangling at her sides. Now, with both legs planted firmly on the ground, Joyce swung a hay-maker, a right uppercut to the point of Miiki's chin. The big, powerful blond put everything she had into the punch, and it knocked Miiki off her feet, and flung her to the ground.




Joyce had put everything she had into that right uppercut, and she was out of breath and panting. Her legs were still a little shaky, but she was sure she had won. She was more than confident, that she had knocked the smaller girl senseless. Now, she intended to carry Miiki back to her car, where she had handcuffs and other means of restraint. Once she secured the girl, she could drive her back to the Embassy. There, she could interrogate Miiki, before turning her over to the police.

Before proceeding with her plan, Joyce took several deep breaths. Miiki was an extremely resilient young woman, however, and was not as badly hurt as she appeared. Joyce's slight pause gave her the moment she needed to ready herself.



As Joyce leaned over, to hoist the tiny girl onto her shoulder, Miiki's right leg flashed up, and struck the big blond in the gut, with stunning force. Joyce felt the breath whoosh out of her lungs.


A moment later, her foot still planted firmly in Joyce's belly, Miiki gave another hard thrust of her leg, and sent the big blond hurtling through the air.
Joyce landed, belly and breasts first, with a resounding crash on the cobblestones, as Miiki leaped to her feet.


Miiki seized Joyce's left wrist, and planted her left foot, securely, at the juncture of the apprehensive blond's shoulder, and firmly rounded upper arm. She wrenched Joyce's arm backward at a ninety degree angle. Joyce cried out at the awful pain; she struggled desperately, but couldn't get loose.


No matter how she kicked and struggled, Joyce couldn't get free. Miiki added to Joyce's pain, by bending her fingers nearly to the breaking point. Miiki kept bending her arm further and further backward, until the hampered blond was screaming in agony. Giggling in delight, Miiki took the opportunity to arrogantly taunt her foe.




She much enjoyed hearing the self-confident American screaming, but then, Miiki had a new idea. She dropped Joyce's arm, and kicked the big woman over on her back.




When Miiki had kicked Joyce over on her back, she hopped between the big blond's muscular legs, spreading the sumptuous, white thighs, with her strong little hands, and her own tiny thighs, that were strong as barbed wire. Joyce looked up in alarm, helpless to free, herself. What was coming, now?


Once Miiki had Joyce's legs spread, to an incredibly painful angle, she suddenly let go, and a gifted gymnast, dove headfirst into the blonde's crotch, getting all her weight into the head butt. Miiki's hard head nailed Joyce's buttocks to the stones, and ruthlessly crushed her pussy.


In frightful agony, Joyce rolled on her side curled up in a ball, unable to move.


Joyce rolled back and forth, trying to ease the unbearable pain in her crotch. She was helpless to stop her, when Miiki grabbed her by her blouse, at the back of her neck, and by a painful, humiliating grip on her meaty buttock, through her silk panties. Joyce squawked in alarm, as the incredibly strong, little girl dragged her onto her shaky legs.


Miiki's vicious double grip gave her complete control over the Blond American's shapely body. Once the Japanese spy forced Joyce up into a crouch, she propelled her forward at considerable speed, aiming the blond's head at a stone wall.


There was nothing the helpless blond American could do, to prevent Miiki from smashing her head first into the wall. She tried to cushion the impact with her hands, but it was little help. She saw stars and felt her head seemingly explode in pain.


Somehow, somewhat to Miiki's surprise, Joyce was still on her feet after the brutal head smash. Nevertheless, the way Joyce was swaying and staggering, Miiki was sure she had effectively disabled her big foe.



As her foe tottered, nearly falling, Miiki dropped to a crouch and stabbed her steel-tempered fingers into that most delicate area between Joyce's fulsome thighs. The throbbing pain had scarcely eased since Miiki's diving head butt; now the brutal additional pain brought Joyce fully back to her senses.




Joyce was certainly fully awake, but nearly helpless, as Miiki went in to high gear to finish her off, starting with a brutal kick to her belly.



The kick doubled Joyce over in new agony, and Miiki continued to attack Joyce's aching belly, driving her hard bony knees into the moaning American's gut, with relentless force.




As Joyce doubled up in agony, Miiki straightened her up with a kick in the jaw.


Miiki gave Joyce scarce time to recover, but immediately came at her in a flying kick, her foot  striking the tall blond directly in the throat. Her windpipe was already half crushed by previous kicks, and the new damage was debilitating,
As Joyce gagged in breathless distress, Miiki kicked her in the side of the belly, and then her body a blur of motion, kicked the big blond in the face again.




Miiki jumped and landed another flying kick, her foot striking Joyce in the chest. The big, blond, American Agent's heart nearly stopped beating.


Stumbling on trembling legs, arms dangling uselessly at her sides,Joyce scarcely new what was happening.



Time for the finishing touches! Miiki's karate trained muscles struck with the force of a person twice her size.Two hard punches, a left-right combination struck her defenseless foe, the left to the side of the jaw, the right uppercut right on the chin. The big American tottered a moment and then sank to her knees, nearly senseless.




Joyce looked up groggily, and through bleary eyes, saw Miiki poised to administer the coup-de-grace. She tried to move, but her aching body seemed paralyzed.


The final punch to Joyce's chin was sent home with all Miiki's amazing strength. The second right to the chin was the last thing Joyce remembered for some time.


Joyce collapsed, knocked out cold.


Joyce, moaning in pain, didn't even come to her senses, as Miiki dragged her into the small, adjacent house, she was using as temporary quarters while in Portugal. Seemingly fleeing in fear, she had deliberately lured Joyce back here in the long grueling chase, craftily and confidently leading the American Agent into a well laid trap. This was the prize she had been sent half-way around the world to win.


Joyce came to her senses, slowly. The first sensation was the awful throbbing ache, in her arms and shoulders. That was the worst, but her whole body was sore and in pain from the damage Miiki's hands and feet had done.

"Oh God! Thought I was tough, but that little Jap really took me apart! Last thing I remember was her hitting me, felt like her fist was a sledgehammer. I never took such a beating in my life! Wh-where am I now?"

Joyce opened her eyes and looked up. She was painfully suspended by her wrists from the ceiling. She glanced down at her voluptuous body, writhing in agony, and saw she had been humiliatingly stripped naked. She had never been in such a desperate predicament in her career. She knew all to well what was coming.

"She's going to torture me and interrogate me!"

Joyce was a brave woman, but nonetheless, she felt a thrill awful apprehension; she was in for a horrifyingly painful torture session. She hoped she could take what was coming. She knew she was tough!  But what if she wasn't tough enough? What if she broke and spilled her guts to the Asian Devil? She knew Miiki had broken brave men and women before.

NO! Never! She'd never give in to the evil little witch! She was an American!



Joyce didn't have long to wait, before Miiki entered the room. The helpless blond felt a thrill of horror, at sight of the brutal looking whip in Miiki's hand. The whip consisted of three wide, thick, leather lashes, each easily capable of delivering searing damage, to yielding white flesh.

"Well, well, doesn't take much to turn an American Cow, into a side of beef hanging from a meat hook, does it? Tee, hee!" Miiki snickered, triumphantly.

Suspended so helplessly, Joyce cursed the vicious little sadist, under her breath.

"When I got orders to capture and interrogate you, I read your dossier. I guess it should be updated, because it said you were one of your military forces top agents. Sure didn't take much to get such a dumb, blond bunny, not to walk, but to RUN right into my trap. Tee, hee!"

"Jesus! Was I that stupid? The little bitch set me up, and I fell right into it? Hell! I thought I was smart!"



Miiki giggled eagerly in anticipation, as she sensuously fingered her whip, a few moments, allowing tension to build. Joyce gritted her teeth, waiting for the torment to begin, trying to steel herself. As Miiki continued to keep her in suspense, she bit her lip nervously.

"Oh why doesn't she just DO it?" Joyce asked herself miserably, though professionally aware, that Miiki was displaying excellent interrogation skills.

Finally it came. Of course, as Joyce knew Miiki despite her diminutive size was incredibly strong, and she wielded the whip with practiced expertise. The three lashes cut cruelly into the voluptuous blond's large, prominently displayed buttocks, and wrapped around her body, wounding her hip and belly, as well. Despite her resolution, Joyce screamed at the fierce pain of the first blow.


Once started, Miiki struck again and again, each stroke of the whip carefully aimed, and calculated to inflict maximum pain. Joyce shrieked in wounded agony, as blow after blow sliced into her sumptuously rounded, white flesh, her big body writhing and kicking in shock. She thought she was prepared to deal with it, but the pain was more awful than anything she could have imagined. Miiki giggled in delight at Joyce's wildly squirming gyrations, and her terrible shrieks of atrocious suffering.


Though always making sure to put all wiry strength into it, Miiki flicked the whip with the careless easy skill of an expert, making sure each fiery slash exacted every possible ounce of pain. She deftly varied the rhythm from stroke to stroke, to catch the wretched American beauty by surprise. The shrieking blond's magnificent, full-fleshed body danced in wild contortions, in futile hope of avoiding a blow, or in shocked response to one.


The terrible pain brought tears to Joyce's eyes, and then flooding them, streaked her beautiful face. Occasionally, Miiki asked her if she were ready to give in. At first, Joyce angrily defied the vicious young sadist, but each time her voice displayed less firm resolution, as agony weakened her strong will.


Joyce knew she was reaching the limit of her endurance; she uselessly prayed for the strength to resist. Between shrieks, she was no longer able to suppress occasional sobs.


Finally, her rounded, white body striped with searing, fiery welts from neck to knees, Joyce's courage broke. Breaking into uncontrollable sobs, she shrieked for Miiki to end the unendurable torment.


Miiki paused, perhaps disappointed that Joyce had broken sooner than she anticipated. Those shrieks of agony were so enjoyable, especially in an arrogant enemy. She contemptuously demanded that Joyce confirm her surrender. Weeping and nearly babbling, Joyce, forgetting all pride, begged and pleaded that she had had enough.


Once she surrendered, Joyce was blubbering like a child, as she continued to plead with the heartless girl.



Miiki called in two male aides. They cut Joyce down from her bondage. The big blond slumped, hopelessly, on the floor, kneeling abjectly at Miiki's feet. Though Miiki was standing, and Joyce on her knees, the big blond's head reached the girl's tiny bosom. One of the men left but the other took out a steno notebook and pencil an sat down in the corner to take notes. Miiki interrogated the defeated American agent for some hours. She forced Joyce to remain submissively on her knees during the entire ordeal. In a toneless, defeated voice, between heartbroken sobs, Joyce answered question after question, afraid to hold anything back. Once she tried, but Miiki smacked her contemptuously across the face, and the cowed, frightened blond blurted out the answer.



When near dawn, Miiki was finally satisfied, she dragged Joyce, by the hair and flung her into a small, cell-like, windowless store room. Joyce, still sobbing, uncontrollably, crouched on the floor, tortured to near distraction, by the terrible guilt of her capitulation, and cowardly betrayal of her duty, overcome by the terrible, crushing, despair of a strong, dominant woman, broken by one ruthlessly stronger.


A day later, in her barren cell, Joyce was nearly recovered from the physical effects, of the remorseless, one-sided beating, followed by that horrifying whipping, and the merciless interrogation, that followed. Even now, she whimpered and sniffled in despair, at the traumatic, psychological wounds of her total surrender to Miiki. Would she ever recover from that?

The cell door opened, and Miiki stepped silently inside. Joyce jumped to her feet, and took a step backward in alarm. Miiki was naked; Joyce couldn't help noticing the girl's prominent lewdly displayed genitalia. She felt a terrible foreboding.

Joyce backed up another step, quavering: "St-stay away from me...I-I'm warning you..."

Miiki struck like an angry rattler. She instantly smacked Joyce across the face, so hard, that she nearly knocked the big, powerful blond off her feet. Joyce shrieked in pained shock.



Miiki raise her hand threateningly, ready for another contemptuous slap.

Cowering fearfully, Joyce backed up another step. Before yesterday, the tall Naval Officer feared no one, but now the tiny enemy agent scared the wits out of her. Miiki had brutally taught her, she was no match for for the smaller girl in a fight. In her demoralized state, the big, naked blond had no heart to face another humiliating beating. She whimpered a fearful plea of renewed surrender.



Paralyzed by her terror of the girl, Joyce stood trembling nervously, as Miiki began to fondle her large, milky-hued breasts, murmuring suggestively, as she touched and teased the large, sensitive, amber nipples. Joyce whimpered, plaintively, in half-hearted protest, but didn't dare resist, though the tiny girl's obscenely wriggling fingers made her skin crawl.



If Joyce had not already guessed, Miiki left no doubt of her intentions. She bent her head, and kissed the blond captive's large breast, greedily, hungrily sucking the nipple. Overcome by terror, and disgust, Joyce yet felt a tingling thrill of erotic response, at the lewd touch of the evil girls' seductive tongue.


In distressed disgust, Joyce fearfully tried to pull away from the shameful molestation.

No, no! She was a decent woman, a Naval Officer, not some vile, oriental libertine! She couldn't endure THAT!

Miiki was determined Joyce would endure THAT!

As Joyce tried to escape, the vicious, young Japanese girl's lascivious attentions, Miiki grabbed the voluptuous blond, Naval Officer between the legs.



Miiki thrust her tiny fingers directly into Joyce's pussy. The captive officer stiffened in disgusted terror, but the diabolical girl, unerringly, found her clitoris. Before she could try to escape again, Joyce experienced a powerful wave of shameful pleasure, that transfixed her. Her body trembling in arousal, she made no further attempt to flee or fight off the aggressor.

Dear God! What had Miiki done to her?


Feverishly aroused, Joyce couldn't control, or resist, her passionate response to her tormentor's tiny hand. She had never known such ecstasy! Her legs trembled so violently, that she had to lean on the grinning Miiki for support. Unthinkingly she massaged her heavy, lush breasts, throbbing so eagerly in excitement. Despite her horrifying sense of shame, Joyce willingly submitted to the evil, enemy agent's dominating control.

Was she in heaven or HELL?


Miiki pulled Joyce's head down, and kissed her erotically, sliding her tongue slyly into the trembling blond's mouth. As though her will belonged to Miiki, Joyce responded passionately, her own tongue darting eagerly against the younger girl's. Miiki had defeated her again, made Joyce, her willing, even eager, bawd.


Joyce surrendered herself, completely to Miiki's dominance.


Joyce couldn't resist those skilled fingers, nor the tiny girl's dominant control, for long. Her captive body exploded in a powerful orgasm. She was certainly not a virgin, but she never experienced anything like THAT, before.


The blond, American spy-mistress had been sure she had few equals in deft, espionage craft, yet Miiki outwitted her, cleverly luring her into a deadly trap. Joyce always believed there wasn't a woman alive, who could best her in hand-to-hand combat, but this little slip of a girl effortlessly beat her senseless, in an equal fight. The patriotic American thought she could resist any amount of pain, but Miiki broke her will with torture, and forced her to betray her Country's trust. She never in her life, doubted, she was a normal, virtuous woman, who regarded unnatural, lesbian dalliance, as disgusting and repugnant, but the lascivious Miiki had sexually dominated her, bringing her to an ecstatic high, never experienced, or imagined, before.

Miiki had taken everything from Joyce, robbed her of all illusions, pride, honor and self-respect!

The hapless victim should hate and despise the evil, little enemy sadist, who had abused and debauched her, but Miiki's conquest was complete! Broken and shamed, in Joyce's tortured perception, Miiki now loomed as irresistibly strong and powerful, a tiny, oriental deity, who dispensed pain or pleasure at will! A strong, proud, imperious woman, herself, once she was so thoroughly mastered, Joyce had no defenses left! Miiki had more than tamed her enemy! The evil girl had made Joyce her own servile possession!

As though in a hypnotic trance, the tall, strongly built American woman, humbly sank down on her knees, before the tiny Japanese girl! Forgetting everything she ever believed in, the beautiful American worshipfully surrendered her heart and soul to Miiki! God HELP her!



Miiki accepted her broken captive's homage, complacently, and pushed Joyce gently down on her back.

Joyce lay at Miiki's feet, in expectant eagerness to serve her new mistress. Giggling in triumphant anticipation, Miiki settled her tiny body astraddle Joyce's welcoming face and lips.



Joyce eagerly sucked and tongued her triumphant new mistress's waiting genitalia, almost happy in this final surrender. It was so delightfully erotic, that Joyce began fingering her own pussy.




Before Miiki left the cell, her worshipful devotee, besotted by her abject sexual submission, as though under the influence of some powerful hypnotic aphrodisiac, paid final homage to her conqueror. Miiki had made the proud American, her adoring, groveling slave.



Perhaps that shameful final surrender saved her life, although Joyce was never sure death wouldn't have been more merciful. The next day, when she awoke, she found her cell door open. Outside the door, on a stool she found her clothes, freshly laundered.The small house was otherwise deserted. In the absence of Miiki's dominating personality, the full realization of her shameless surrender, hit her. In a daze, Joyce dressed, and stumbled back to her car, hating herself more than she could ever hate Miiki. How could she ever live with what she had done?



Epilog: Occupied Japan, 1947.

Captain Joyce Ramsey, newly reassigned from Paris, to the American occupation forces in Japan, working late at her desk, reviewed a report. It concerned a so-called 'night club', most certainly a cover for a house of prostitution, frequented by American service personnel. There was little doubt, in Joyce's mind, after reviewing the evidence, that the club was a center for Soviet espionage in Japan. Yet, her predecessor had never closed the club, or even declared it 'off-limits' to service personnel. Joyce suspected bribery, although she feared, that would be unprovable.

The important thing was to close the club immediately. This very evening, was none too soon! She would see to that, personally! Joyce ordered her car. A short time later, Captain Ramsey was driven to the club. She ordered her driver to wait outside, and stalked inside. The female Japanese 'hostesses' scattered in alarm, before the tall, blond, American Naval Officer's commanding glare.

"Where's the owner's office?" Joyce snapped, haughtily.

One of the frightened girls pointed to a door, at the rear of the club.

Captain Ramsey threw open the office door, with a forceful shove, and strode regally into the office.

Waiting, behind the door, for Joyce, was her worst nightmare.

NO! NO! Miiki!

"Welcome to MY club, Captain." Miiki smirked.



Since that horrifying experience in Portugal, five years before, Joyce did her best to forget her abject surrender to Miiki, Yet, even now, she, too often, woke, rigid with terror, her body drenched in cold sweat, from the same terrible nightmare. She was hanging, helplessly, from that ceiling, as Miiki's deadly whip sliced into her defenseless body, as she shrieked in pain, and screamed for mercy. Wide awake, tossing and turning in the bed, still rigid with terror, Joyce, against her will, would dwell on other nightmarish memories, of those three days, and, involuntarily, her hand would creep between her lush, white thighs, to relieve the shameful need those memories aroused.

While Joyce shrank back in horror, Miiki, smirking boldly, looked Captain Ramsey up and down.

"Hah! She looks scared out of her wits, and I didn't even have to touch her! Big cow's kept her figure, nicely, though!

As Joyce trembled, in awful dismay, Miiki purred with intimidating familiarity:

"I guess you never reported our little tryst in Portugal, to your superiors, and what a talkative little girl you were, did you CAPTAIN? If you had, I don't suppose you'd be wearing those four stripes, now! More likely stripes of another kind, in a Naval Brig! If you'd like to reminisce about our mad fling, though, I still have some pictures my staff took, while you were worshiping me! And, oh yes, a transcript of everything you told me! Much as you might enjoy them, I suppose, at Occupation Headquarters, they might view them differently No need for that between old acquaintances, though, is there?"

"Oh, I have a copy of one of the pictures, I always keep with  me, to remind me of that delightful interlude."

Miiki took a picture from her desk, and handed it to to her visitor.

Her hands trembling  so she could hardly grasp it, Joyce fearfully looked at the photograph.

Dear God! NO! NO! "How could I..."



Joyce's arm dropped, nervelessly, to her side, and the awful, obscene photograph fluttered to the floor. The tall Naval Captain tottered and swayed, as though about to swoon; her stomach churned in terrible, sick nausea.

Miiki saw she had won, again.

"Now 'Dear'! Why not take off that ugly, mannish uniform, and be comfortable! After all, my business, these days, is pleasing U.S service personnel, and you can't deny how much I pleased you, can you, Dear Pet?"

When the distracted naval officer hesitated, Miiki snapped.

"I said take off that uniform, NOW! Unless, you'd rather I took it off, for you? You know, I'd have no trouble doing that! I'd rather not hurt such a sweet little thing again, though! I felt like such a nasty bully, beating you up last time! You were so pathetic, I felt sorry for you! Of course, later on, I wondered if getting beat up, was what you really wanted? Did you enjoy me beating you, like that?"

Joyce may have overcome the worshipful rapture, Miiki once aroused in her voluptuous form, but she could never forget the fear, Miiki had instilled in her heart, with her deadly, little fists. Images of their last encounter, flashed through Joyce's mind; she was no match for the tiny oriental girl. If she dared refuse, Miiki would easily overpower her, strip her naked, and then...the thought sent shivers down the proud Naval Captain's spine.

With a sniff of despair, Joyce removed uniform. In cowed submission, she stood before the sneering, little witch. Oh why had she worn the scanty, lace underwear, she'd gotten in Paris, under her uniform. It was worse than being naked, in front of the leering Miiki.


Miiki removed her dress, and climbed up on her desk.

"Well, Captain Cow; GET BUSY!"

With a near sob, the tall American Naval Captain sank down on her knees, and abjectly serviced the tiny Japanese woman.


The door to the manger's office opened, and the proud, U. S. Naval Captain, who strode into the club with such haughty confidence, an hour earlier, so natty in her becoming blue uniform, stumbled out, shoulders slumped in defeat, snuffling in despair, her uniform sorely disheveled. The Japanese female entertainers, who scattered in obsequious reverence, earlier, poked each other, and snickered in derision.





The End.