At 20:00hours, in a briefing room of Police Headquarters, the SWAT team listened to the briefing, from their Commander, Police Captain John Colin. Their assignment was to raid a former factory in the "Little Tokyo" section of the City. The building was now refurbished as a Karate school and residence. The owner of the building was listed as Suki Mitsumi, a Japanese American woman. She was suspected of being the Ninja garbed art thief, who broke into several of the City's Museums, and stole a number of valuable art displays, valued at several million dollars.

There were fourteen SWAT Team members besides the Commander, including Lieutenant Cynthia Evans, the team's second in command. Cynthia, a ten year veteran on the force, was the only female team member. She was chosen for the SWAT team, after outstanding service as a patrolwoman for two years, and following her assignment eight years before, she had swiftly risen to the rank of Lieutenant, based on her exemplary record, and high scores on promotional examinations.

Despite her outstanding performance, in an otherwise all male team, and her relatively large size for a woman, there was nothing macho or masculine about Cynthia's appearance. About five foot ten inches, and one hundred and sixty pounds, she had medium length, blonde hair and sharp, beautiful, blue eyes. Her figure was extremely shapely, even in her SWAT uniform, but with firm, fit muscle tone. Naturally, she would not have made it to second in command of the team, if she was not a weapons expert, and a mistress of hand to hand combat, as well.

After the detailed briefing, the team, sped to their destination in two SWAT Vans, arriving at 21:15 hours, at a corner of Little Tokyo, close to their target. The residence of the female Ninja was a small, two story factory building, with only four windows, one on each floor, of both the back and front of the building.

It took approximately a half hour to set things up for the assault. Captain Colin and his communication officer set up a command post on the roof of the building directly opposite the Target. Four snipers were assigned strategic vantage points. Of the other nine team members, four were assigned to enter the second floor windows, two at the front and two at the back, while three more would enter through the front door, and two through the back door.

At 21:45, Captain Colin ordered the assault. The team moved quickly and professionally. Unaccountably, nothing went as planned. The team encountered a series of rude surprises.

The four members going in from the second floor were flattened by twin booby traps; two heavy, sharp edged blocks of wood which swung out from both windows. All four were injured or wounded to the point that they were unable to continue the action.
 

The two members going in the back door did no better. As they burst through the door, they were peppered by a barrage of pellets. Although they wore bullet proof vests, their arms and legs were penetrated by the rain of pellets. Luckily both of them were able to claw their way back to safety.

The three members, going in the front, burst into a short corridor. For the first five seconds, nothing, but when they turned into the main area at the end of the corridor, their luck ran out as well. Two thick heavy wooden sticks shot out from the walls at two sides, propelled by a spring mechanism. The incredible momentum not only knocked all of them off their feet, but broke their legs as well.

Now, the only lucky survivor was Lieutenant Cynthia Evans. Seeing the team decimated, Captain Collin quickly called the survivors back to regroup. Cynthia, angered by the injuries to her fellow officers, was determined to catch the Ninja. She ignored the command, and stubbornly continued on with the mission. She approached warily, but good luck was still with her. She reached the main area without incident. It seemed likely that all the traps were used up already.

The main area in the middle of the building was quite large and all but empty, except for a ten by ten foot square foam pad, designed for martial Arts training purposes. As Cynthia thoroughly checked around the area, a dark figure, suddenly, flashed through the room.

Fully alert, Lieutenant Evans quickly aimed her MP5 submachine gun, but the flashing figure moved too fast for her to aim accurately. The second time the figure appeared, Evans got a bead on it, and snapped out: "POLICE! FREEZE!" but the figure kept moving from one end of the large room to the other. Cynthia shot a warning burst. The shadowy figure continued moving slipping from another corner.

Evans shot off another burst. This time, she aimed to hit the fugitive. Despite her expertise with small arms, it appeared she missed, and before she could react, the figure suddenly appeared in front of her, chopping at her, with a Samurai Sword. With no time to react, Cynthia could only use her sub-machine gun to block the deadly stroke. In a fraction of a second, three thousand dollars worth of tax payer dollars was slashed into two worthless pieces.

The dark figure quickly struck a second time, but Cynthia dove to the ground, and the second stroke missed, too. The dark figure didn't pause, but continued chopping at Cynthia. Cynthia rolled across the floor to avoid the deadly attack, until she was stopped by the wall. Unable to roll any further, she unexpectedly counterattacked. Rolling back a half turn, she lashed out with a kick that caught the dark figure off guard, and knocked her a few steps backward. Her sword clattered to the floor.

Cynthia jumped to her feet. A quick glance at her adversary, revealed a small figure, about five feet four inches, and at a guess about 120 pounds, covered from head to toe by a black Ninja outfit. As the Ninja retrieved her sword, Cynthia speedily drew and aimed her pistol.

"DON'T MOVE! DROP THE SWORD, OR I'LL SHOOT!" Evans snapped out authoritatively. The Ninja dropped the Sword.

"Now, put your hands above your head, and get down on your
knees!" Cynthia snapped. Again, the Ninja complied.

"Cross your legs!" Evans added, and the Ninja did that, too.  Evans still aimed the gun at the Ninja.  Despite her compliance, a cold smirk lit up the Ninja's eyes as she cooly inspected Cynthia's body.

"Aren't you feeling a little exposed, Sweety?" She purred in a well-modulated, unaccented voice.

Cynthia quickly glanced down. Her bullet proof vest and the uniform tunic beneath it were both in shreds. Without the vest's protection, she was probably already cut by the sharp Samurai sword.

"Damn this little shit!" Cynthia fumed to herself. During the moment of Cynthia's preoccupation, the Ninja renewed her attack. On her knees, the agile, acrobatic Ninja, flipped her body over on into a handstand, at the same time lashing back with her foot in a damaging kick that knocked Lieutenant Evans over backward.

Not expecting further resistance, Cynthia had approached close enough for the Ninja kick to strike home with forceful power, and she landed on her butt, with her full body weight on it. The shock stunned her for a moment.

While Cynthia was down, the Ninja kicked her in the head, hard enough to knock her over on her side, but fortunately her steel Assault Helmet absorbed most of the shock. Though Evans wasn't much hurt, the Ninja hurt her own foot.

While the Ninja held her wounded foot, Evans quickly counter-attacked. Her anger growing, she hauled the Ninja right off her feet, with a grip on her shirt, and drove her fist into the woman's belly as hard as she could; and then threw her down on the floor. As she approached the Ninja again, though, the slim dark figure rolled, just out of reach. Eager for revenge, Evans recklessly followed.

In the split second it took Cynthia to reach her, the Ninja was already up on one knee, and as soon as the policewoman was within range, she jumped up and drove a powerful punch directly into Cynthia's jaw. Cynthia saw stars, and stumbled backward, her legs wobbling.

The Ninja followed up with a side kick, then delivered a round spring kick, the two powerful kicks landing on Evan's chest and stomach. Cynthia dropped to the ground again, stunned. The Ninja viciously kicked her downed opponent in the ribs a couple of times, and Cynthia rolled to the side to avoid the pain. Cynthia felt her back against the wall, again; she couldn't roll any further, and the Ninja had followed close behind. The slim dark clad woman stepped on Cynthia's chest, and laughed down into her face.

"You big cow! You are useless! I just destroyed your whole team, all by myself. Easy as swatting flies! Now, let's see who you ARE, under YOUR mask!"

As the Ninja bent down to tear off her uniform, though, Lieutenant Evans, having recovered, from the last attack, drove a punch into the Ninja's breast, knocking her backward. Evans quickly sprang to her feet, grabbed the Ninja by the shirt, and smashed a series of punches into her stomach and ribs.

Evans was obviously a big, strong woman, and now, it was the Ninja who couldn't stand up to the policewoman's battery of powerful punches. She lost all ability to resist.

Now, Cynthia was in control! She remembered the "Atomic Drop" hold she'd seen on the teevee, wrestling show last night, and with a grim smile, picked the Ninja up in her arms, the way she watched the professional wrestler pick up his opponent. The Ninja was already wriggling desperately to escape, her squirming, steely body hard to hold.

As Cynthia braced herself to execute the deadly 'Atomic Drop', she paused a second to mutter to the struggling Ninja. "This is for what you did to my team, Bitch!"

Even in that split second, before she executed the drop, the Ninja pulled herself together, and stabbed her index and middle fingers right into Lieutenant Evans's eyes. The venomous, sneak attack caught the policewoman off guard.

"Ooh, my eyes. My eyes!" Cynthia screamed. As she covered her burning eyes with her hands, the Ninja flipped from her grasp, and deftly landed lightly on her feet. Fully recovered now, she balanced gracefully, and side-kicked the half-blind policewoman right in her lower belly. Delivered with the Ninja's full strength, Cynthia couldn't resist, and in near shock, sat down hard on the floor, her hands still covering her eyes.

The Ninja grabbed Cynthia's right hand and twisted it behind her back. "AHHH!" She let out a loud moan.

"Get up!: The Ninja snapped, exerting more pressure, and with one twist, she forced Cynthia to her feet.

"You Americans think you know how to wrestle, let me show you our way!" As she spoke, the Ninja twisted Cynthia's arm even harder, simultaneously twisting her own body, until she hauled the policewoman's trapped arm over her own shoulder, exerting tremendous, and excruciating, leverage on it. The pressure helplessly twisted Cynthia around so she was facing the Ninja's back, but helpless to attack her. Then, with a step forward, the Ninja bent her waist, and judo tossed Evans.

Unable to break her fall, or roll with it, Cynthia's back landed with her full weight on it, on the hard, stony floor. Fierce pain radiated through her body. Worse was yet to come. Before she could breath, the Ninja, putting her full weight behind it, punched Cynthia, in the area between her chest and collar bone area. Evans choked so hard, she couldn't breathe, and almost passed out.

"See that's the way to toss people!" The Ninja commented almost giggling in delight. Now, the tough policewoman was wondering how she got into this. She was sure she couldn't fight anymore, but just when se thought it couldn't get any worse, the Ninja roughly pulled her up by her shoulder.

"Now I'll show you another way to toss people!" The Ninja taunted her, as she got the floundering Police Lieutenant to her feet. She twisted her right arm around Cynthia's waist while the left positioned Evans left arm on her shoulder. With a flip and a move of her right foot in front of Evans
left foot. Cynthia dropped on her face, Evans landing on the
floor on her stomach.

By now, Lieutenant Evans had lost all will to resist. She just wanted the torture to stop. Fierce pain radiated through her jaw, her ribs, her stomach, her chest and her back. Seeing the Ninja about to renew her attack, Lieutenant Evans hoarsely whispered. "Stop!"

"What? Did you say something?"

"Yes, 'stop'!"

"I think you forgot something!"

"Stop!"

"You forgot to say, 'please'!" The Ninja emphasized her point with a hard kick to Cynthia's behind.

Forgetting her pride, the tough policewoman whispered. "Please stop. I'm begging you!"

"Well, that's a little better! NOW, GET UP!"

Cynthia stood up, slowly

"I just noticed that you're a woman. I didn't know there were any women on the SWAT team. I guess that means you're pretty tough, but still no match for ME!" The Ninja smirked nastily. "Well, since you begged me to stop beating you up, I guess that means you surrender, huh?"

Lieutenant Evans hung he head, unwilling to look the Ninja in the eye, and didn't answer.

"I asked you a question! Do you surrender to me?" The Ninja asked, and hit Cynthia with another one of those heart-stopping punches.

"Y-yes!" Cynthia quavered, obviously scared.

"All right, then! First thing: Take off that stupid Helmet and pull off your mask! Let's see if you're pretty, or not. I've never seen many pretty cops!"

Cynthia miserably unhooked her Helmet and pulled her mask off, revealing her scared, but very pretty face.

'Well, well! Surprise, surprise! A really pretty Cop! Why, it's a waste to cover up a pretty face, like that. Now, what should I do with pretty face like that?"

Cynthia didn't answer, she just stood there, trembling a little, her head hanging down in shame at letting herself be captured.

"You know," the Ninja said, after thinking a second, "My Grandpa told me, that in Japan, the Winner could do anything he wanted, to a warrior who surrendered, because a coward who surrenders has lost all honor! You can humiliate them anyway you like!"

Cynthia felt a cold chill down her back.

"Well, since you are such a pretty cop, and your uniform is ruined, anyway, I guess you don't need it anymore!"

Cynthia didn't move.

"I mean, you should TAKE IT OFF!"

Cynthia still didn't move, but she twisted her hands in obvious nervousness.

"OR, if you'd rather, I'll do it for you!" The Ninja threatened grimly.

"I-I'll do it!" Cynthia muttered, her head still hanging. Reluctantly, she began to pull her shattered vest off, but the Ninja reached out and stopped her. The trembling policewoman looked up at her questioningly.

"Start with your pants, first!" The Ninja commanded, coldly.

Cynthia stared at the smaller woman, a gleam of hatred and resentment mixed in her fear darkened eyes.

"What's your problem, Bitch? You want me to rip them off, for you?"

Cynthia gulped, and undid the pants, then, reluctantly, let them drop on the floor. They pooled around her ankles, caught by her heavy boots. Now, only her white undies covered her broad, shapely bottom.

"Take the boots off, Stupid, if they're in the way!" The Ninja snapped in disgust.

Cynthia followed the instruction of her captor. She pulled the boots off, and then took the pants all the way off, too. She stood unmoving again, shivering in dread, of what the Ninja would demand next.

"Do you think I'm going to let you keep your panties on? I DON'T think so! I can't see any goodies, THAT way! The Ninja said, with a twisted smile.

With another gulp, that was nearly a sob, Cynthia reluctantly slid the panties down her long legs, then tossed them on the floor. Instinctively, Cynthia clutched her hands to her crotch to cover her private area. The Ninja smirked at the tough policewoman's girlish gesture of modesty, although she got a good glimpse before Cynthia could cover up.

"Gee, your pussy hair matches. Guess you are a natural blonde, after all!" The Ninja quipped.

"Now, put your helmet back on, and put your hands on your hips and stand that way. Cynthia wanted to die of shame, but she was too scared to protest. She put her helmet on and stood in front of her captor, hands on hips.

"Now, I guess that's truly what a SWAT team officer should look like. Beaten and butt naked, with her uniform in rags!"

"Okay, the fun is over! Take the rest off!"

Once again, Cynthia didn't move, except for the visible tremors in her legs.

"Are you a total moron? Did you hear what I said?"

Cynthia hung her head, not answering, or looking at the Ninja. The Ninja grabbed her by the chin and lifted her face up, and glared directly into Cynthia's eyes.

"I...ASKED...YOU...IF...YOU...HEARD...WHAT...I...SAID?" The Ninja rasped, drawing out each word, as though she were talking to a child.

Nearly in tears, Cynthia whispered. "I-I heard!" She had to swallow hard to get rid of the lump in her throat before she could speak.

"Then DO it, or I'll rip the rest of that damned uniform off for you!"

Cynthia was too scared to refuse, or even argue. Except for her socks, she removed her remaining garments, one by one, until she was standing almost naked in front of the smirking Ninja.

"Take those damned, silly socks off, Dimwit! You look ridiculous that way, and, anyway, I told you to take everything off! Are you deaf, along with being stupid?"

Cynthia pulled the socks off.

Now, Cynthia was totally naked, standing helplessly ill at ease before the small frightening figure in black. It was a strong contrast between the tall blond's pink skinned nudity, and the fully clothed Ninja. The Ninja even still had her mask on, making the contrast all the more striking. Unthinkingly, Cynthia tried to cover herself again.

"Get those damned hands away from there!" The Ninja snapped, coming closer, and forcibly pulling Cynthia's wrists to her sides. Once she'd physically touched Cynthia, the Ninja didn't stop with her wrists. She started to run her hands around Evans body from the neck down to her thighs.

"I will say, you've got a real nice body...all that smooth, white skin...and these nice, big, juicy boobs... and this slim, tight, little waist...ooh and these nice, big, firm, round ass cheeks... oh, they're so nice and muscular...it makes them stick right out, and make you want to grab them...I just can't keep my hands off THEM!" The Ninja crooned insinuatingly, as she touched and fondled, what seemed like every inch of Cynthia's shapely body. Cynthia's skin crawled at that hateful possessive touch.

As soon as the Ninja let go, Cynthia covered her privates again. She did it without even knowing she was doing it, some unconscious part of her desperately needing to protect the privacy of her own body.

"Why do you keep covering up your pussy like that? Do you
really think it does you any good? You're naked, anyway, and I can do ANYTHING I want to you! Believe me, Babe, your hands won't stop me if I want to touch you! Or maybe, you just like playing with yourself, huh?  Maybe I turned you on, huh, Babe?" Laughed the Ninja.

"Oh well, you are a guest in my house, so to speak, and I guess it's only polite that I should give you something to cover up with!"

Standing naked in front of the criminal who'd captured her, was a terribly mortifying experience, and for a split second Cynthia felt a little thrill of hope, at those words. Her heart sank again, when, instead of a garment,  the Ninja produced a coil of rope.

"Here! Let me help you dress up in this SPECIAL uniform, for my SPECIAL guest!" The Ninja almost giggled, as she skillfully threaded a strand of rope between Cynthia's sturdy thighs, and pulled it tight, so that it cut painfully into her pussy and ass crack.

As she worked, the Ninja explained: "I said this costume was 'special' and it is! This rope is designed for the famous, erotic, bondage art of Japan. It has a very rough surface, but it's also nicely waxed. It produces maximum friction, but the lubricated wax prevents scratches or abrasions. They say, it's VERY stimulating!"

Satisfied that the crotch rope was just right, the Ninja tied the rest of Cynthia's body, carefully looping the rope around each breast to emphasize the large, generous proportions of her upswept bosom, and, at last, finishing up, by tying her hands, tightly and painfully, behind her back.

"Now we won't have to worry about those busy hands!"

Humiliatingly trussed up like a pig for market, Cynthia felt that devilish rope sliding between her pussy lips and against her anus, hatefully eliciting a sexual twinge, at the slightest movement. She tried to stand perfectly still, but trussed up like that, it was impossible not to move.

"Now, that you're all dressed up in my Guest Uniform, Maybe I can give you a little treat! I suppose you pigs invaded my home to arrest me because of those stolen art treasures. Right?"

Lieutenant Evans didn't answer, but stared sullenly at the floor.

"Well, I won't disappoint you! Let's go upstairs?"

When the bound policewoman didn't move, the Ninja gave her a shove, and shouted, "MARCH, when I give you an order!"

With a little sniff of self-pity, the captured policewoman obediently stumbled ahead of the Ninja, who authoritatively prodded her in the right direction. It was hard enough to walk all tied up like that, but at every step, Cynthia felt that awful rope sliding insinuatingly across her pussy lips, tantalizingly rasping her clit. The threatening pressure on her anus was somehow scarey, but also strangely stimulating , as well. Her mouth half open, Cynthia breathed a little harder, slower and breathlessly.

"Ha, ha! I see you're enjoying my 'Guest Uniform', hey, Lieutenant?" The sharp-eyed Ninja chuckled, adding to Cynthia's mortification.

When they reached the second floor, the Ninja opened the door, and used a key to turn a switch next to the door.  "I need to switch off those traps. After all I need to be careful!" She said.

The room was nicely decorated, to put it mildly. Six missing items from the Museums were on display. The Ninja proudly showed them off to the captive policewoman, one by one.

"You should thank me! Think, how lucky you are to have the chance to look at each one of these exquisite art pieces, up close, with no glass cases to block your view. And, now you can combine the excitement of sexual arousal with the appreciation of the treasures!"

As the Ninja spoke, she cupped her hands around Cynthia's large, sensitive breasts, sensuously caressing them, and tweaking the sharp peaked nipples. At the same time, she rhythmically see-sawed the devilish crotch rope, between the policewoman's ripe thighs. At the additional pressure to those super sensitive orifices, Cynthia's nipples, already erect, stiffened to rock hard excitement, against the Ninja's palm.

"Ha, ha! I see the rope already has you plenty excited, you hot little slut, you! Well, you just hold on a second, and I'll get you what you need!"

Meanwhile, at the Command Post, Captain Colin was growing increasingly worried. "What the hell is Evans doing in there? It's been twenty minutes, and we haven't heard from her! Damn it! Why didn't she follow orders, when I called this assault off?"

"Shouldn't we call for back up, Sir?" The Communications Officer tactfully suggested.

"Yes, of course!"

The Captain tried to reach Lieutenant Evans by 2-way radio again, but still no response.

"Damn It! I'm going in!"

"You should wait for the back up to come, Sir. It's too dangerous for you to go in alone! Whatever is in there, got our whole team!"

"You're right, but I can't leave Evans, in there, alone? You wait here for the back up!" As he spoke, the Captain drew his pistol and ran into the factory. He rapidly searched the first floor but found nothing. Then, he spotted the stairs and ran up them two at a time. At the door, he paused warily a minute, and then burst through it, gun drawn.

Captain Colin's mouth gaped open in disbelief. In the center of the room, stood Lieutenant Evans, stark naked, but for a rope drawn through her crotch, so tightly, it visibly separated her firm pussy lips, and then looped around each large fulsome breast, emphasizing their weighty beauty.

Furious as he was to see his second in command treated so, he couldn't help take appreciative notice of the Lieutenant's generous, womanly curves. "Never realized what a hot babe she is!"

Before the Captain got over his shock at sight of Lieutenant Evans, the Ninja leaped from behind the door, and before he could stop her, kicked him between the legs. Her aim was right on target, and Captain Colin dropped to his knees with a hoarse cry, holding his wounded genitals, his police automatic clattering to the floor. Another kick to his head, knocked his assault helmet off.

As he crouched at her feet, the Ninja punched the big policeman in the face, twice, her hard little fists striking like hammers, and knocking him over on his back. Unable to interfere because of the humiliating stringent bondage, that hampered her every effort to move, Cynthia watched in horror. The Ninja straddled John Colin and battered his head from side to side, until he saw stars.

Despite her loyalty to the Department, and to her commander, Cynthia felt a strange, excited twinge at sight of the slim female sitting astride the tall, handsome police captain, totally dominating him. Without even realizing what she was doing, she squirmed against the bondage rope so it rubbed her stiff clit.

Before John had a chance to recover, the Ninja jumped up, and picked up the fallen pistol. Rather than just threaten him with his own gun, the Ninja fired a warning shot into the floor inches from John's head nearly deafening him.

"Now get up!" The Ninja commanded. The big, Police Captain stood up, slowly. His tall, two hundred pound plus, muscular body towered over the slim, shapely girl in black, who had disarmed him, overpowered him with just her feet and fists, and taken him prisoner.

"Watch where you're pointing that pistol!" The SWAT Team Commander yelled.

"Do you think you're still in any position to give orders?" The Ninja asked quietly. "I'm the one with the gun, and a naked, hog-tied, female cop as hostage. You may still have that armored vest on, but I can easily shoot your arms and legs, or I could blow sweety-pie's pretty face off. I know how to shoot, too!"

"Okay, okay! Just take it easy, and we can talk this over!"

"There's nothing to talk over, Big Boy! I'm in charge, here! You get down on your knees, hands behind your back, and cross your legs!" Commanded the Ninja.

Captain Colin sullenly obeyed the girl's order, humiliated to find himself at the mercy of the girlish Ninja, who couldn't repress a giggle at his plight. To have this happening to him, with Cynthia watching made it even more galling and mortifying.

"Good boy!" The Ninja said, still giggling. "By the way, did you ever see your Lieutenant naked, before? The way your eyes bugged out, I guess maybe not. She does have a nice body, though, doesn't she? Stand in front of your Captain, Lieutenant. Show him those nice big tits, and that tight little pussy.

By now, Cynthia knew better than to disobey the giggling Ninja. She stumbled over and miserably stood in front of her commander, her head down in humiliation.

"I guess it's only fair for you to see him naked too, huh?" The Ninja giggled. She'd already picked up her Samurai sword, and as she spoke she slid it inside the Captain's uniform.

"That bullet proof vest can block bullets, but this Ninja blade will slice right through it!" The Ninja giggled. "If you don't believe me, ask Sweety-pie, here!"

Still giggling, with one swipe, the Ninja sliced the entire uniform, the bullet-proof vest, and even John's underwear. into two halves.

"Ahhh!" John gulped in shocked surprise.

"Oh, I hope you're not another whining crybaby like your Lieutenant here!" The Ninja snorted in pretended disgust. "Now, get up and take everything off. Then, you and Lieutenant Slut here will have matching uniforms, again."

John stood up, obeying because he hoped, on his feet, he'd have a better chance to surprise the Ninja and turn the tables on her, but as he rose, every thing he was wearing fell apart into two pieces, fully exposing his well toned, muscular body. His large penis dangled in Cynthia's face, and her eyes widened in surprise at its potent size.

"Quick, now! Get moving and take the rest off!" The
Ninja said impatiently.

When John hesitated, a moment too long, the Ninja pressed the barrel of his own service automatic against his large penis and whispered. "Take it off, Big Boy, or I'll take that off!"

The SWAT Commander trembled nervously at the threat, and soon had himself totally naked, like his Lieutenant.

"Wow, though, I will say you got a really big dong there!" Commented the Ninja, who like Cynthia couldn't keep her eyes off it. John gulped nervously, tried to cover his penis, but the giggling Ninja pulled his hand away.

"Don't cover it up, Big Boy! It's real cute! You think so, don't you, Lieutenant Slut? I bet you'd like to play with that in the back room of the Station House, hey?"

Cynthia hung her head in embarrassment.

The Ninja picked up the handcuffs from the floor. "Turn around!" She commanded John, still pressing the gun barrel against his penis. The tall Police Captain turned quickly, without trying anything, glad to escape that intimidating threat to his manhood. Before John knew it, the Ninja snapped the cuffs on both wrists.

"Now, that I've got both of you big, brave SWAT leaders hogtied, I guess I don't have anything much to worry about! Now for the best part! We can all have some fun together. Won't that be nice?"

Neither Police Officer answered.

The Ninja quickly shoved and prodded her unhappy, naked captives to a blank wall. She pressed a decorative stud, and a panel opened, and revealed a hidden staircase.

"Go on down there! It's my secret hide out!"

The captives had no choice but to descend the stairs, as the Ninja carefully closed and locked the concealed door. The downstairs area was totally different from the sparse main floor, exquisitely decorated in traditional Japanese style. The captives also saw many unfamiliar, but ominous looking appliances They both feared they would find out the purpose of those devices, the hard way.

First, the Ninja quickly cuffed Captain Colin around a substantial metal pole, with his hands behind his back.

"By the way, now that I have invited you as 'guests' into my home, you may call me Suki!" The Ninja giggled.

"You can have the pleasure of watching, while I start with your slutty Lieutenant!" The Ninja, Suki, said in a seductive tone of voice. Cynthia shivered in dread. "And this way, I can see what it does to that big police captain cock of yours!" She added whispering in John's ear.

"And you, my sweet, little piglet! You'll have the fun!" Suki added in a louder tone to Lieutenant Evans, as she pulled the insidious crotch rope slighty a few times, for emphasis. Cringing fearfully, Cynthia instinctively tried to pull away.

"You know, I think we should all be comfortable here, so I'm going to take that 'uniform' off you, for starters! It'll be more fun that way!" The Ninja told Cynthia, as she unwound the devilish rope from the policewoman's lush, shapely body, and dropped it on the floor.

"You know, Sweety, I have the feeling you're not entirely comfortable with my hospitality!" The Ninja giggled, patting Cynthia on her broad, well-rounded behind with contemptuous familiarity. "I'll offer you a little proposition! If you should pass my first test, I'll let you go!"

"Now, let me introduce you to MY little pony! Isn't he adorable?" Suki indicated an object that looked like a bizarre version of a child's rocking horse. "In Ancient Japan wooden ponies, like this, were tools for sexual torture, but because I'm just too tender hearted for my own good, I modified it to be an instrument of sexual pleasure. See! I kept the triangular wooden saddle, but the sharp, knife-edge on top is now waxed rubber with a saw-tooth edge to increase friction. The game is to get the 'pony's' head, all the way down. As you ride on it, you hold the handles on the side of the head, and move your body forward and back. The more you move, the further the pony's head goes down. If you can get the head all the way down, without cuming, then you win. I'd think a strait-laced, righteous, policewoman like you should have no trouble doing that. You're probably frigid, anyway!" The Ninja snickered.

After explaining the "rules", Suki helped Cynthia onto the pony. As she seated the trembling policewoman firmly on the "saddle", she continued to expound on the pony's finer points, with all of the enthusiastic glibness of a used car saleswoman.

"The triangular shape spreads the rider's legs wide, so her pussy will be fully exposed to the edge.  The smooth rubber edge lets the rider get more 'comfortable', because, of course, it isn't a tool for torture, anymore. Heh, heh! The saw-edge teeth increase friction for maximum stimulation. I often use the pony to test my own endurance, since that's part of the advanced training for the ancient Ninja way!"

Once she had the policewoman seated, on the pony, Suki made sure Cynthia's pussy was in just the right position. Then, she clipped two small nipple clamps to Cynthia's beasts. "A little something to add to the challenge!" Cynthia, already in extreme discomfort, squealed at the sharp pain in her nipples.

The Ninja slapped Cynthia sharply on the behind, as a signal to start. At first, Cynthia rode very slowly and gingerly, in desperate hopes of getting out of this horrible captivity to the devilish Ninja girl.  Soon, though, inevitably, those teasing teeth started turning her on.  She moved a little faster. It was hard to remember that her objective was to keep herself from cuming, and she moved even faster. Her body instinctively sought release, even though she still heroically fought it.

Hard as she fought her libidinous desires, Cynthia sadly feared it was a lost cause. She needed orgasm more than anything right now, to relieve the terrible tensions of her defeat and captivity. It was no use fighting! Growing ever more desperate, Cynthia rode as fast as her strong body could move, ever faster. Her big breasts jiggled, wildly, around her broad chest, and her big, solid, wonderfully rounded bottom gyrated, madly, from side to side.

Yet, even when Cynthia gave in, and actively sought to cum, orgasm proved devilishly elusive. Those tiny saw-teeth could only massage the edge of her hotly seeking pussy, giving her just enough pleasure to frantically seek more, driving her nearly mad with frustration. (Of course, that was the real purpose of the pony.) Hard as she worked at it, it still took another full five minutes before the frantic policewoman let out the long, deep moan, of orgasmic delight.

Oblivious to everything, but the pleasure flooding her body, Cynthia moaned and panted in relief, her large breasts still bouncing, wildly, about her heaving chest. John Colin watching his beautiful lieutenant's frenzied sexual gyrations, almost came himself.

Hardly knowing where she was, Cynthia was brought rudely back to reality, by the Ninja's irritating giggle of triumph.

"Not bad for a beginner! You did hold on for ten minutes and you did get the pony's head more than halfway down! BUT, you didn't get it all the way down, and that means you failed my little test, and I get to keep you!" As Suki spoke she guided Cynthia down off the pony. Then she added with a smirk. "Of course, I think, you were trying to cum, not resist it, you hot, little slut!"

"I suppose you're too tired to have anymore fun with, for a while, so, you can take a rest, and I'll let your Captain have a turn. He got pretty hot, watching you perform, on the pony!" Suki continued, turning to the bound Police Captain.

"Your turn, Captain! What's your name, by the way; I don't think we were properly introduced?"

"John Colin!" The Captain answered sullenly.

"John, huh? Big John!" Suki taunted him, while her hands were teased his already fully erect penis. "Ooh you are 'Big John!' This thing is at least nine inches long, now that it's at full attention! Wow!" By now, Suki was teasing the policeman's balls and penis with incredible skill. She placed her hands around the sensitive "head" and stroked it with a subtle rhythm, impossible to resist, sometimes even parting the "mouth" and rubbing it back.

John couldn't help himself, he was about to cum, but within a stroke or two of ejaculation, the evil Suki stopped cold. In his frustration, John had an overwhelming desire and need to ejaculate, even if he had to do it with his own, hand but of course, in Suki's bondage that was impossible, as the devilish Ninja very well knew.

Actually Suki had only toyed with him for about three minutes, but to John it already felt like an eternity.  Normally he would just be getting started, but after watching his beautiful Lieutenant's incredible sexy performance, he was ready to explode.

"No, no! Not yet! The evening is still young. I'm sure you can wait, Big Boy!" The Ninja chided him, patting him on the butt. "After all, I'd like to get comfortable too. I feel really overdressed!"

Suki began to undress, slowly and seductively, making an erotic game of it. First she pulled her mask off, and with an impudent toss of her head, flipped her shiny black hair, loose. John and Cynthia saw their captoress was an exquisitely beautiful Asian woman, with large, shiny black eyes, and a straight, high-bridged nose, unusual in an Asian woman. The aristocratic nose, contrasting with, and setting off her other features, made her all the more desirable.

After slowly, teasingly untying the knots, her clothes fell open. Suki let the black Ninja blouse slide, seductively, down her body to the floor. Then artfully posing, she unhooked her black sport bra, letting her well-rounded breasts fall free, letting her captives get a good look. Even without the bra, her breasts tilted at a perky angle. Slowly, she pulled her black, elastic waist band, sports pants all the way off her shapely legs, and kicked off her Ninja slippers. She slowly removed her lacy, black underwear and black socks, as well.

Now, all of Suki's beautiful body was nude. Her slim waist, certainly no more than twenty-two inches, contrasted, excitingly, with her well developed breasts, just as her firm, round buttocks perfectly set off her shapely legs. Like so many Japanese women, her skin complexion was soft creamy white, made luminescent by her pubic sheath of ebony black.

Total nudity showing off her charming beauty to full advantage, Suki approached Cynthia again, providing an exciting example of two very beautiful women of diametrically different type. One sturdy, athletic, and full bodied, radiating robust, unassailable strength, the other more daintily feminine, appearing almost fragile; yet it was the strong forceful blonde who trembled in bondage before her smaller, more delicate captoress.

As Suki approached, Cynthia was sitting on the sofa, radiating nervous apprehension, legs crossed and hands wrapped protectively around her large breasts. She shivered in even greater dread, when Suki sat down, close beside her, much too close for comfort.

"Your turn again, My Babe! Oh, you're shivering! Are you nervous, or embarrassed? Now that the three of us are all naked, and comfortable, you shouldn't feel any embarrassment at all." Suki smiled, as she ran her hands around Cynthia's body.

"Oh! Come on! Relax! Don't be so uptight! Surely you had other girls play with your boobs before. They're so big and juicy; no one could resist them! Oh by the way, as you both know, from police files, I'm Suki Mitsumi, but I didn't get your name!"

There was no answer. "I asked what your name is!" Suki snapped, her honeyed tone instantly switching to that of stern schoolmistress. She pinched Cynthia's nipple for emphasis.

"Cynthia Evans!" Cynthia mumbled, her lower lip trembling.

"Oh! That's a sweet name, Cynthia, And what are your jobs, you and Big John?"

"I'm Assistant Team Leader of the SWAT Team! John is the Team Leader!"

"Really ! Good job! As a woman, it must have been some struggle to get to be the second in command of the SWAT TEAM! Well, it seems, I captured the two top people from the team!" Suki said proudly.

As she spoke, Suki parted Cynthia's sturdy, voluptuously rounded thighs. Already trembling, Cynthia began to shiver in dread. Watching the policewoman's reaction, Suki smiled when she saw the tall, strong blonde woman's lower lip tremble like a frightened child. Her slim, strong fingers closed on Cynthia's pussy and parted the lips, capturing the shyly elusive clitoris. Looking into Cynthia's tear-filled eyes Suki saw them widen and grow dark with fear and repugnance. A tear escaped, and ran down Cynthia's cheek. Suki whispered sneering taunts of the two police officers, as she skillfully manipulated the policewoman's captive genitalia.

"How do you feel, right now, after so much combat training, one woman can defeat your whole team, and capture the two of you, and strip you both naked. Oh, and it must be even worse, knowing I can play with your very own pussy, too, and there's nothing you can do to stop me!"

Cynthia gulped back a little sob. It was as though the Ninja bitch had read her mind. She liked to think of herself as a strong, independent woman, always in control. Now, a criminal was raping her, and not even a big strong, male rapist, but a small fragile woman, half her size.

"Uhhh! Ahhh!" Cynthia began to moan, helplessly, as Suki tickled her clit. The Ninja was subtly skillful, and somehow being dominated and victimized by the evil young woman made Cynthia terribly vulnerable. Though she fought it, she was near another orgasm. Despite her resolve, she found herself almost eagerly seeking those tantalizing, masterful fingers, her body rhythmically thrusting forward to draw them deeper inside her. Suki read the self-betrayal in her victim's beautiful face, and just when Cynthia was ready to sexually explode again, the evil Ninja abruptly removed her hand. The policewoman slumped forward in despair.

"No! You must learn self-control, you horny slut! It's not appropriate! You are only the second in command, and your commanding officer should have the honor of cuming first!"  Laughed Suki.

"Come on! Let's go play with 'Captain' John! It's not polite to leave him all alone, and bored!" Suki pulled Cynthia to her feet by the wrist, and dragged her to where John was tied.

"Hello John!" Suki purred sexily. "You hung on very well, without us, I see!" As she spoke, Suki gave John's still very much erect member a little pull. "Ooh, you've hung on VERY Well!"

Suki pressed herself against John's body, and rolled her pert breasts against his powerfully muscled chest. "Since you've been so patient, I'm going to let your Lieutenant, here, give you a nice hand job! Won't that be nice? Okay, Lieutenant Slut, you may start!"

Cynthia was a woman of very high standards, in both her professional and personal behavior. She made a strict point of never getting involved with her police colleagues. Moreover, in spite her passionate nature, she controlled her self at all times and was never promiscuous, and certainly no slut. Although Cynthia had the greatest respect for John, and knew that, under other circumstances, she would have been strongly attracted to him, their relationship had always remained strictly professional. Now, the thought of grasping her commanding officer's penis and erotically stimulating it, horrified her. Staring at the floor in embarrassment, she hesitated.

"Cmon, Lieutenant Slut! If you don't play with him, I will! We'll make a game of it! Whichever one of us makes him cum, wins. If you lose, you pay another penalty! Do you want another penalty, Sweety?"

Cynthia knew she couldn't take another "penalty". She extended her trembling hand and reluctantly touched John Colin's dick. Cynthia had never done anything like this before, and her hesitant, unskilled touch did not arouse any reaction. Of course, John's own embarrassment at the situation may have contributed to his lack of response, as well.

"Gee whiz, Girl , you suck at that. Didn't they even teach you at the Police Academy to give decent hand job. Any two-dollar-a-night whore on the street corner could do better than that! Well if you can't jerk him off, just dance for your commander!"

Relieved to escape the harrowing ordeal of stroking her boss's dick, Cynthia began to dance. She was normally an extremely graceful woman, and an excellent dancer. In High School she'd even thought of ballet as a career. Now, though frightened and mortified, she danced awkwardly her lush, body stiff and clumsy.

Suki laughed derisively at the policewoman's gawky, labored performance. "Oh you're hopeless! Come back here!"

Cynthia's heart beat faster at the necessity of coming closer to the cruel Ninja girl, yet she didn't dare disobey her. She reluctantly shuffled over to stand beside Suki. When Cynthia was near enough, Suki grabbed her. "Look Big John! Isn't she sweet. Have you ever had a chance to look at these, nice big melons, up close, before?' Suki painfully pulled and pinched Cynthia's full round breasts, thrusting them almost in John's face. "Her pussy is nice too! " Suki giggled, as she painfully parted the pink labia. Cynthia mewled pathetically in fear and pain. "Too bad the frigid slut doesn't know how to use all this first rate equipment! I guess that's something else they don't teach at the Police Academy!"

"Okay, you're dismissed!" Suki snapped contemptuously to the hapless policewoman, giving her a shove back toward the couch. Cynthia slunk back to the sofa, in relief and obediently sat down. "Sit there, and don't move!" Suki snapped over her shoulder.

"Now, my poor boy, I know you held it for too long! You deserve to have me release you!" Suki seductively swayed and stretched her body in front of John. In spite of his distaste for the cruel Ninja, John found her supple, shapely body irresistible. His eyes stared hungrily.

Suki read the Police Captain's greedy hunger, and smirked. "With a beautiful woman like me, you'll cum quick, not like that sexless police slut of yours! You should consider yourself lucky! Even if I beat you up, you still got to see two women, naked! One of them is pretty and the other one, ME, a raving beauty!"

At the reminder that the small Ninja girl had indeed beaten and bound him, John's blood boiled. "Oh give me another chance at you, bitch, and we'll see who get's beat!" He thought savagely, forgetting the slim girl's beauty. Even as he fumed in resentful hatred, the beautiful Ninja, stroked his balls and penis. In contrast to Cynthia's rough, heavy handed touch, Suki was incredibly skillful, her fingers dancing lightly on his balls and penis, sometimes giving the balls a little, light squeeze, sometimes rubbing his penis-head, constantly altering the pace of her artful caresses.

With her titillating skill, Suki easily kept John at a fever pitch of need, but kept him from cuming, for more than ten minutes. It pleased her, to know she was in full control of his body, that she was master of his passion. At last, when she'd thoroughly demonstrated that mastery, and tormented him, until John was nearly insane, she brought him off. John exploded. Being teased for such a long time, he ejaculated like a fire hose, semen spreading all over the floor. As a guy he'd never let out a moan before, but this time he groaned helplessly.

"Didn't I tell you it was great? I guess a hand job from me is better than a night in bed with any other woman! Eh, Big Guy?" Suki glanced triumphantly over at the sniffling Cynthia.

Cynthia's had been riveted to the entire performance, thoroughly disgusted, but totally enthralled by it. "See, Lieutenant Slut? That's how a real woman pleases a man! I guess a sexless, mannish broad like you wouldn't know about that, though, huh?"

Suki walked behind the pole, and released John's handcuffs. In the aftermath of that momentous sexual explosion, John just stood there, in a daze for a moment.

"Turn around!" Suki ordered. "So I can put the cuffs back on!" Suddenly realizing he was free, John's blood boiled in hatred for the taunting female criminal who'd just raped him. Who did she think she was? She wasn't even holding a gun! Did she think he, a large, powerful man, with hard, bulging muscles, was just going to docilely turn around, and let a small, delicate looking girl handcuff him? Damn her!

With a snort of rage, John turned on Suki and threw a powerful punch straight at her face. Though she appeared relaxed and off-guard, Suki was always alert to danger. With lightening reflexes, she relaxed her legs, and let her body drop a few inches, ducking her head a the same time. The dangerous punch whistled harmlessly over her head. While John was still off-balance, Suki struck back, with a lightening, one-two combination to his solar plexus. Her tiny fists struck like turbine driven, steel pistons, drilling deep into his thick, slab-muscled belly.

John gasped in pain. The punches paralyzed his entire trunk, and he couldn't get his breath. Suki didn't make breathing any easier, by karate chopping him across the throat. Her sharp edged hand struck with unbelievable force nearly snapping his neck and crushing his windpipe. John knew he was hurt but he'd be damned if he'd let the little bitch beat him again. He gulped desperately for air and took a step back, and braced himself. Smiling saucily, Suki lazily circled him just out of range. Then, just when John was starting to breath easier, and ready to take the offensive, the tiny Ninja struck.

Suki leaped at him like a cat, her hard little fists hitting the tall powerfully built man in the gut; on both ears at once; in the nose; and finally a left and then a right to his chin. John tottered helplessly, eyes rolling, and, with a little giggle of triumph, Suki knocked him to his knees, with a high, sweeping kick to the side of his face.

Before he knew what hit him, Suki twisted John's arm behind his back in a hammer lock, holding him powerless. The painful pressure brought him fully back to his senses. No! No way! He'd get her this time!

With a roar, John forced his way to his feet, ignoring the wrenching pain in his shoulder and upper arm. He struggled frantically, to break free, but Suki skillfully levered his arm this way and that, to keep him under her complete control, no matter how wildly he twisted and fought.

"Face it Big Boy I'm better than you are!" Suki whispered, with a seductive giggle, in his ear. Her taunt drove the powerful man nearly insane. He struggled like a huge bull maddened by the picador's darts, but the slim Ninja girl mastered him repeatedly, all the while giggling insults in his ear, as another girl might whisper "sweet nothings".

"See I'm stronger than you, and a better fighter!"

"You can't break my grip, can you, Big guy? I can hold you helpless like this all night, if I want to, and there's nothing you can do about it!"

"John's a wimp! John's a wimp! A girl is beating him up!"

It wasn't long before, his desperate wild struggles wore John down. He was panting and gasping for breath, and that awful pain in his shoulder kept getting worse. He knew he was beaten, but hatred kept him struggling, even as Suki forced him back down on his knees, and held him helpless. With a near sob, John made one more supreme effort, but Suki gave his arm another twist, bending him at the waist, and forcing him further down, so his face was resting on his muscular thighs. He was totally helpless. Suki heard his sick, hopeless whimper of pain, and knew she'd won. This time John stayed on his knees.

Still in near shock, her eyes glazed like a deer in the headlights, Cynthia watched the struggle with horrified fascination. She must get up and help John! It was, not only her duty as a Police Officer, but capturing Suki would free them both from this hellish predicament. Yet, the thought of facing Suki's wrath again made the policewoman's knees weak, and brought a sick queasiness to her stomach. She tried to get up from the sofa, but just couldn't make herself do it. It was like a nightmare, when she desperately wanted to do something, but just couldn't .

She never could admit it to herself, even when it was all over, but the sight of the fierce, naked, little girl ruthlessly subduing the tall, handsome, powerful man with her bare hands was the most sexually inflaming thing, Cynthia had ever witnessed. Hardly aware she was doing it, her hands stole to her crotch, and she fingered her hot, wet pussy . As John whimpered in surrender to the fragile dominatrix, Cynthia guiltily looked up, and saw Suki glancing at her. She bowed her head in shame, unable to meet Suki's knowing eye.

Holding the powerful naked man helplessly on his knees, his back bent almost double in involuntary submission, Suki leaned over against him, her sharp-tipped breasts tickling his muscular back. As she snapped the cuffs back on, she rubbed her round thrusting breasts against John's broad muscular back and whispered with seductive sarcasm.

"Naughty, naughty Boy. You should know by now that I may be a beautiful little girl, but I'm much smarter and tougher than you! And maybe stronger too, huh? Now, I'm going to have to teach you a lesson! Hmm! I wonder what your lesson should be?"

Now, that she had him securely cuffed again, Suki pulled John to this feet, still squirming seductively against his body. Normally, a hot sexy naked girl as beautiful as Suki rubbing against him like that, would have absorbed all his attention, but now John hung his head in shame, staring at the floor, hardly aware of Suki's seductive gyrations. He was afraid to look over at the Cynthia, on the sofa knowing she'd seen Suki so effortlessly beat and cuff him. He didn't think he could ever look his Lieutenant in the eyes again. He felt the hot sting of tears in his own eyes.

"Now, what is the very symbol of a woman overpowering a man, I wonder?" Suki asked, rhetorically. "Let's see now! When a man overpowers a woman, he rapes her, right? Because she is helpless, and can't stop him, and all she can do is whine and beg and scream! I guess what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, hey?"

John gulped nervously. Was the slim, sexy Ninja going to push him down on the floor, straddle him, slide her tight pussy down on his prick, and dominantly ride him to orgasm?

Suki seemed to read the helpless man's thought. "No! We won't be using your dick for this rape, John! I don't think that would really be rape. You might like it too much, and you've been a naughty boy, and need to be punished! Remember? I think I'll use my 'dick' for this rape!"

Suki picked up a long thick wooden bar, and passed it slowly in front of John's face. "Here's my 'dick' John! Do you think you'll whine and beg and scream, like a helpless woman, when I use it on you?"

John's face, red from exertion of the fight and the humiliation of losing it, turned ashen. Overcome by fear, he turned and tried to flee from the terrifying stick in Suki's hand. The slim, deadly quick Ninja was after him in a flash, and he didn't get three steps, when she caught him around the waist. He struggled frantically, but Suki grabbed his penis and twisted it hard. John squealed in pain. With his hands cuffed behind him and Suki's firm unbreakable grip on his dick, he was helpless.

Suki triumphantly led her prisoner across the room pulling him by the humiliating possessive grip on his penis. She only needed one hand for that job, and still carried the wooden rod in the other. She led John over to the sofa, where the trembling Cynthia sat.

Suki grinned at Cynthia. "See Sweety, this is the only way to handle a man!"

Then without waning, Suki rammed the end of the rod into John's belly, doubling him over in agony. She pushed him face down on the sofa next to Cynthia. With his hands cuffed behind his back, John couldn't do a thing but lie helplessly on the Sofa on his stomach.  He began to sweat and tremble in apprehension.

Suki patted the Police Captain on the behind, and John shivered in dread. "Oh, John has a nice muscular butt, doesn't he?" She asked Cynthia.

Suki pried John's butt cheeks apart, and teased him with the rod.

"D-don't!" John choked, pleadingly.

"Oh yes! He is whining and begging already! I bet he'll scream, too!" Suki gloated to Cynthia. As she spoke, she inserted the rod in John's anus, and pushed it in about three inches, slowly and teasingly. It was annoying and irritating, but only a little painful. John let out a low moan.

Cynthia felt her own buttocks clench protectively, in sympathy. Of course, the evil Suki didn't stop at three inches. With a nasty laugh, she shoved the stick all the way in. For those first three inches, she'd eased it in gradually and gently. Now, she rammed it in the rest of the way with all her wiry strength, sometimes having to drill it to keep it moving.

John screamed at the first shock, and his screams got louder and louder, the deeper Suki rammed the pseudo phallus up his butt.

"Yep! He's really screaming now! Just like a girl!" Suki said with another glance over at Cynthia. Cynthia saw tears running down her commanding officer's face, as Suki managed to bury another nine inches of the rod up his behind. Only a couple of inches remained visible, dangling from his ass. A couple of inches was all Suki needed to shove the stick in and out of John's butt with methodical thoroughness. He kept screaming all the while, his screams indeed becoming more high pitched and girlish as the rape went on.

When Suki finally decided she was done, she left the stick lodged deeply in John's anus, giving it a little pat for emphasis.

Forced to watch the whole revolting process from close proximity, Cynthia was just too scared to make any move to help her commander. She couldn't help thinking, though, as John shrieked at the anal violation. "Jeez! I've had guys do that to me, and I didn't scream like a little baby!"

John's ordeal wasn't yet over. After finishing with his ass, Suki turn John on his back, leaving the thick rod still wedged in his anus. From a drawer in a small table next to the sofa, she pulled out a large, sharp looking butcher knife. She pointed it at John's belly.

"You think, maybe, this is the end of you, Big Boy?" Suki nearly snarled, assuming a ferocious expression on her beautiful face.

John shivered fearfully, tears still running down his face. His screams had stopped, but he was whimpering and gulping back the fearful lump in his throat.

"D-don't kill me!" He blurted out.

"Well, mabe not this time!"  Suki relented with seeming reluctance.

As he shivered in terrified relief, John could feel that awful, thick, wooden rod still buried deep in his body. Suki contiuned to torment him, enjoying the powerful man's helpless terror.  She probed the sharp knife point around his pubic area.  His body froze in a renewed paroxysm terror, afraid to move a muscle.

"The way you screamed and moaned, while I fucked you, you must really have liked it, huh, Big John?" Suki laughed, sarcastically. "If you like getting fucked like a girl, so much, maybe you don't need these any more?" The grinning Ninja slid the knife right under his balls.

"Just think! One flick of this blade and you'll be castrated!" Suki laughed evilly, and John sweated bullets.

Suki held the blade in place for a few moments, and then moved it around John's penis. John felt a bit pain, but he was afraid to look. He just closed his eyes.

"Okay all done!" Suki announced, with a catty laugh. John fearfully opened his eyes and look down, slowly. All of his pubic hair was shaved off. Suki was well skilled with the knife in this technique. His balls and dick were still intact, though. John breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, maybe I won't slice them off, THIS TIME, Big Boy! Be a shame to ruin a big stud like you! Just let this be a warning, though! The lesson is: DON'T mess with Suki, EVER! If you ever do, again, I really will cut your balls and dick off! Do you understand?"

John nodded, quickly, shaking his head up and down vigorously for emphasis. Suki knew from the look of terror in the man's eyes, that the message hit home. Time, now for some new fun. She turned back to Cynthia, on the sofa, next to her sweating, trembling, Captain.

"I have another game for you, Sweety! Come on!" Suki pulled Cynthia by the arm over to a see-saw or teeter-totter. This see-saw was a little different then those in the local children's playground. In place of seats on each end, it had upright dildos, each dildo about nine inches long, and an inch wide.

Cynthia sobbed fearfully, when she saw those monsters. "Oh don't be such a big baby!" Suki laughed, as she forced Cynthia up on the see-saw, and carefully fitted the dildo into the frightened, humiliated policewoman's pussy. Feeling the huge dildo probing deep inside her, Cynthia sat stock still, afraid to move. Suki pulled out two more nipple clamps, and snapped those on Cynthia's big boobs, in addition to the two she put on earlier.

Cynthia squealed even louder, this time, her body stiffening at the pain. Ominously, she felt the dildo move inside her, and desperately tried to remain absolutely motionless, biting her full lower lip, at the pain.

Suki climbed up on the dildo-seat at the other end of the balance bar. She pumped her slim strong legs, and started the see-saw upon its up and down way. As Cynthia quickly discovered, when her end of the bar rose, all her weight pressed down on the dildo, with highly stimulating results.

"Now, I know you are a little slow, Sweety, but I expect you've guessed already, that the object of this game is to hold off orgasm as long as possible. The first one to cum, loses! You got that? Oh, and just so you know, the seat positions are adjusted so you can't use your heavier weight and longer legs to control the action!"

Cynthia was already so stimulated by the dildo, that she could hardly concentrate on what Suki was talking about. She'd never experienced anything like this before, and was overwhelmed by the dildo's incredibly deep penetration of her pussy. At each cycle of the see-saw, she came one step closer to orgasm, and it didn't take too many cycles before she started to moan and shiver in another intense orgasm.

Naturally, sharp-eyed Suki didn't miss the signs, in her new "toy", and said in disgust. "Oh, Damn! You're no competition! You're such an easy slut, that I don't even get near cumming, myself, before you explode like a firecracker! Okay, this game is finished, but I still didn't get mine!"

Suki hopped off her dildo seat, and then got Cynthia off hers. "You could at least wipe that goofy look off your face, you bimbo!" Cynthia wasn't smiling, but there was a dreamy, satiated look on her face. She didn't move, while Suki retrieved her two way dildo.

"Now. We'll have to use this, to satisfy me!" Suki was already fitting one end of the dildo into her pussy, and strapping it on her slim loins. She eagerly pushed Cynthia down on the floor. Cynthia's resistance was no more than a gesture, by now. Cynthia lay on her back, with Suki, naturally, occupying the dominant position on top.

Cynthia was getting used to submitting to Suki's aggressive domination. Was she getting to like it? Using her fingers, Suki eased the large dildo head into Cynthia's wet, slippery pussy. She lunged against the policewoman's voluptuous, pliant body, driving the dildo deep into both their bodies, with one smooth, powerful thrust. Cynthia gasped and moaned helplessly, as the huge phallus filled her body.

Suki pumped in and out, with fierce, hungry power, while her hands caressed Cynthia's opulent, globular breasts. Every once in awhile, her fingers stole down to tickle, Cynthia's clitoris. It only took Cynthia a few minutes to explode again. This time, Suki hardly noticed. She pumped even harder, and Cynthia screamed as the effect of the dildo intensified, driving her nearly insane.

It took a full twenty minutes of intensive pumping for Suki to get her own orgasm. Once it did come, though it was incredibly powerful and long lasting. By this time Cynthia had come several times. In this one night, she'd cum more times than she could remember. Finally satisfied, Suki pulled the two way dildo out, and unstrapped it. Both dildo heads were covered with a thick layer of cum.

"Woo! Sure was a hell of a lot of fun tonight! About time for me to go, though! I expect there are thousands of cops swarming outside, by now! Even if they get past the last of my booby traps, though, it'll take a while for them to find this concealed room. Maybe they won't find you two until morning, hey?" Suki commented, with a fully satisfied smirk. "One last thing before I go, I have to make sure you two aren't going anywhere, soon, right?"

Suki pulled the dazed, trembling Cynthia to a sturdy pole, decorated in traditional Japanese style, and secured her, back against the pole, hands, cuffed behind it. Then with a mischievous grin, she pulled Cynthia's legs apart, and tied them around the pole as well, exposing, and emphasizing Cynthia's nudity, especially her still dripping pussy.

From a nearby cabinet drawer, Suki picked out a vibrator dildo with a brush on it. She proudly showed it to Cynthia.

"Since you gave me so much fun tonight, I've got a little parting gift for you!| This dildo is imported from Japan. It's special! It has a brush to massage your clit. You'll have double the fun! The batteries are new, and I'll switch it on low, so it should do the job till morning!" Suki slid the dildo into Cynthia's pussy, and with a click switched it on. Cynthia moaned, helplessly.

Before turning away, Suki ran her hands over Cynthia's firmly rounded body, and murmured.  "I'll sure remember playing with such a nice body!"  Then she gave the debauched policewoman a long lingering kiss on the lips, with lots of tongue. In spite of her disgust, and her hatred of this criminal, Cynthia submissively returned the kiss.

Suki turned back to Captain Colin. "Hey! I haven't forgotten you, Big John! I was impressed!" She giggled, stroking his long, still hard penis. Then she used John's dick, as a leash, to pull the humiliated policeman over to a pole similar to the one Cynthia was tied to, and directly opposite it. Walking was a horror for John, as that long wooden rod was still wedged deep in his anus.

From behind, Suki uncuffed his hand cuffs, and recuffed them behind him, and around the pole. This time, John made no move to resist, while his hands were uncuffed. Suki had taught him the folly of opposing her. Suki reached between John's legs, and patted the end of the rod in his anus.

"I could take this out, I suppose, but I think I'll leave it in, so you have something to remember me by! I want to make sure you'll remember my little lesson, WELL!"  John quickly nodded in agreement, as Suki stroked his dick-head teasingly a few times in farewell.

Suki glanced back and forth between the two humiliated police officers, naked, secured to poles with their hands cuffed behind them, both of them, still retaining, within their violated bodies, the continuing instruments of Suki's rape.

"I suppose your police colleagues will get all my art treasures back when they find you. Damn! Oh well, I steal this stuff mainly for the fun of making boobs like you two look silly!"

Then Suki took a small vase out from one of her drawer.  "I'll take this one with me, though! It's worth close to a million, but that doesn't matter. It's my favorite because of it's exquisite craftsmanship. Well, by-by!"

With that, Suki disappeared through a concealed door. It was later discovered the door opened to an underground tunnel leading to a vacant house far removed from the 'Little Tokyo' section. Suki was not seen in the City again.

It was indeed morning before, the Police Rescue Team located John and Cynthia. The wait was so long, that the new batteries in Cynthia's vibrator had completely run down.