A Girl Who Just Wants to Have Fun
mc; mF; Fdom; oral; anal
“Yeah I understand. You want those street kids and drug pushers out of the area, no problem.” Anyone listening to the female voice over the phone would have been struck by the playful but menacing tone. “Ok. I’m not subject to any uh...restrictions am I? Oh good, a girl’s got to have freedom to do it however she wants...good then you got it. Just make sure the money’s in the account by week’s end or I’ll be disposing of a few other things when I’m done.”
Juri Han smiled as she put down the phone. Finally a new job to sink her teeth into. Life hadn’t been easy or very much fun since she’d put Seth out of his misery and usurped his organization. But business had to come first sometimes and with that survival.
With that in mind she reached for an intercom. “Oh Darien? Be a dear and come up, could you?”
Two minutes later her new number two in SIN, 38 year old Darien Mason, entered the office. He was black haired, with black tactical SIN armour and a proverbial iceman. Just the sort of ally you would want in this business.
“We’ve got a job Darien,” Juri purred. “Some Japanese politician wants a neighbourhood in Osaka cleared out in time for an election. Not that I give a shit about his reasons just the money he’s paying of course.”
“Are we free to do it however we want?” Mason shared his mistress’s love of carnage. The only two things he loved above that were money and power.
Juri chuckled. “But of course. What kind of boss would I be if didn’t let my boys in on the fun? Two things though: run a big check on the neighbourhood; see if there’s anything or anyone of value in there before we go in. While you’re at it make sure there’s no competition in the area if you know what I mean, last thing we want is that Chinese goody-goody crashing our party.”
“I’ll get the Lear prepped for a flight to Japan then boss, I’ll have the info ready by the time it’s ready to fly.”
Two hours later Mason had all the information he wanted and was giving Juri a full briefing.
“Doesn’t look like much in the way of money there boss. The local Yakuza are dealing drugs and we might be able to grab that action once they’re gone but that’s about it. For you however...”
Juri’s interest was piqued as Mason passed her two photos. One was of a raven spiky haired boy and the other an early blooming blond girl with a ponytail and full firm breasts. “Mmmm mmmm who are these lookers?”
“Jordan Howard and Lyra Gordon. Two 14 year old ‘residents’ of the estate we’re cleaning out. They have quite a lot of martial arts talent and have been giving the Yakuza minor headaches for the last six months. Check this out.”
Mason turned his laptop around and showed her some incident reports from the local police. Jordan and Lyra had spoiled quite a few Yakuza deals by tipping off the cops. They’d even landed one of them in the hospital when Lyra ‘baited’ one into chasing her up a building...and then Jordan kicked him square in the head and off a ladder. He’d broken his leg on landing.
All this brought Juri up short. Two Caucasian kids playing vigilante in a slum in Japan? She didn’t have to ask anything; the question was written all over her face.
“Their parents were big business players. Well they were until this,” Mason handed over an Osaka police report. It was grim reading, both sets of parents brutally killed in the same way.
“Throats slashed with a...claw?”
“Vega,” Mason confirmed.
“Is Bison hunting them?” Juri asked with a little concern.
Mason shook his head. “I think they’ve dropped below his radar. All he wanted was the parents’ connections and business operations which he got; they’re all Shadowlaw fronts now. I’m sure he’d have made Lyra into a doll given half a chance though.”
“Oh I’m sure,” Juri felt a wave of anger at that. Her own parents were killed by Bison’s men when they tried to use her for the same purpose. But a grin returned to her face pretty quickly and she licked her lips. “Well that gives me something in common with them doesn’t it?”
Even Mason shuddered as he saw Juri’s expression. He was one of the few to know that Juri’s sexual tastes were much wider than anyone thought and she’d taken a heavy interest in young flesh of late. The slight distaste quickly passed though. She was the boss after all; whoever she wanted to get in bed with was her business. Whatever else Juri might be at least she had a soul. The same could never be said of Bison; that had been the main reason he’d defected.
“How do you want this handled?”
“Wipe those Yakuza losers out. Bring those two in alive. In fact bring as many of the slum dwellers in alive. We need far more recruits if we’re ever going to stand up to Bison. Now’s a good time to test the high tech mind control stuff our old useless boss was sitting on...and a girl has other needs to satisfy!”
Jordan Howard awoke with his head aching slightly and not much memory of the last few hours. It took a minute or two to realise he was tied down on a luxurious double bed and that he’d been stripped down to his underpants.
“Ah, the sweet prince is awake.”
Jordan turned his head to see Juri coming out of the shadows. With her unusual hair shaped like spider fangs, baggy taekwondo pants, her spider designed breastplate and her usual menacing demeanour and sultry voice she was hard to ignore.
“Juri Han!?”
“So you know me? Saves me the trouble of an introduction I suppose. Didn’t know I had fans!”
Jordan snorted. “I saw you in that last tournament and I’m not a fan! Not with what you do to your opponents!” Before the tragic death of his parents Jordan had been an aspiring karate fighter. His idols were Ken and Ryu, not this sadistic girl.
“Aw, what a pity. Still that’ll be changed soon. That’s why I brought you here after all.”
Memories of the last night came flooding back to Jordan. He’d been settling down in the ramshackle home that he shared with Lyra when the front window was shattered by the heavy metal canister that got thrown through it. Neither of the kids had any time to react as it spewed out pink gas that rapidly filled up the room; both ended up coughing in a whole lungful and the next thing Jordan knew he was waking up in this luxury apartment.
“You attacked us last night! Lyra! What the hell did you do with her?” Jordan strained uselessly at his restraints.
Juri shrugged. “Same thing I’m going to do to you now. It’s not going to hurt you...in fact I think you’re about to have the high of your life!”
Juri looked straight into Jordan’s eyes and to Jordan’s shock; her left eye began to glow. Soon it was so bright he could see nothing but bright purple. His mild headache receded and was replaced by light headed euphoria.
Juri grinned as she saw Jordan’s eyes glaze over and fold up into his head like he was drugged. In a way, Juri knew, he had been. Her eye had been upgraded with what Shadowlaw had called a subliminal ‘pleasure inducer’; so called because it literally stimulated the brain’s pleasure centers much like heroin or crack and left the subject open to further manipulation. Juri then brought out a VR headset and placed it on Jordan’s head before he could recover his senses. While she hated Shadowlaw she had no qualms about using their technology.
“Well bad boy, enjoy! A few minutes of this and you will be my fan!”
Jordan’s eyes came out of their purple haze to be met with a pair of high speed whirling spirals. Despite the pleasure blast he figured what Juri was trying to do and mustered all the resistance he could whilst trying to screw his eyes shut. “Get out of my head, you bitch!”
“Oooh stronger than I thought and feisty too. You really know how to push a girl’s buttons!” Juri smiled. “But do you think shutting your eyes is going to keep you safe?”
“Hey what are you...?!” Jordan could feel his underpants being pulled down. “Aaaaaaahhhhh!”
Juri pushed her fingers deep into his ass and soon found his prostate. She then licked her lips in anticipation before plunging her mouth down on Jordan’s hardening member. This double pleasure assault was driving Jordan wild and scattering his senses to the wind; the shock opened his eyes up...and he was caught by the spiral display again.
“Mmmmmmm nice and wet now,” Juri purred as she released Jordan’s cock. “Good timing, the best part’s coming up!”
“No...please...”Jordan managed to gasp. His resistance was being washed away by Juri’s ministrations.
His words fell on deaf ears as the VR display, sensing that its subject was weaker than before, started into its next stage. The spirals started to fade into the background and were overlaid by erotic images of naked girls and sex in every position possible. A barrage of insidious subliminals was being fed through on top of that too.
Juri licked her lips as she saw Jordan’s struggles start to become feeble. She knew he wouldn’t have a chance to resist, and after awhile he wouldn’t want to. The subliminal feed wasn’t just brainwashing Jordan, it was erasing his memories as well. All the pain of losing his parents, his hard life on the streets and basically nearly everything that made up Jordan except for his name and skills would be history. What would be left would be a blank slate to be filled by her as she chose.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Jordan’s sigh of pleasure, and his hard erection, told Juri that it was definitely working.
Must send a thank you note to Bison for his excellent hypnotools! Juri thought wickedly. They were going to bring her a hell of a lot of fun...
