Deep inside a CIA building sat a elder gentlemen who wore a expensive suit and as he smoked his pipe and looked some documents over his bookcase in the room suddenly slide open and a elevator soon appeared. When the doors opened a women wearing a dark cloak and under it a tight purple shirt with black skirt with matching tights and boots walked out and sat in a chair in front of him.
"You know, it's very rude to make a woman wear this." She said still unable to remove the cloak as it was collared to her neck and her comment only annoyed the man who was simply known as Bookman.
"Miss Koko Sheik." The man said as he opened up a file as it showed a darken picture of her. "Wanted in every country in the world for spying and stealing the highest classified documents there is including documents from this very building. Yet here you are in the director of the CIA's office and not even under arrest and you have the balls to complain about your looks being hidden." He said in a gruff voice.
"Hey, I spend too much time looking good to be hidden. It's a crime." She said with a smirk which seem to anger Bookman.
"Hold your tongue or I'll have you arrested!" He replied slamming his hands down on his desk making her yawn.
"If you wanted to, I be in a cell right now." She said gazing the room over making a smirk appear on her face.
"Lets just get you out of here before I have a heart attack." Bookman said as he tossed her a file. "Three days ago we had a new encryption device stolen while in transit to the federal building. The lone secretary who was carrying it was found in a dumpster just a blocks away bound and gagged with the device stolen."
"A lone women carrying a important device? You were begging for it to be stolen." Koko replied with a giggle.
"She didn't even know she was carrying it, we leaked info on the device being carried by decoys. Yet with all that it was still stolen from the one person carrying the real thing, I figure it was a mole who tipped them off."
"The Dragons, a top of the line organization bent on controlling everything they can. Now that they got the device they can find out anything we know. We need that device back." Bookman said as he tossed a picture of a young man with a black beard wearing a brown suit. "That is Vince Von Don, leader of the Dragons. The device is currently in his apartment on the highest floor. Go there and steal it and we'll cover all your dirty tracks as much as possible Miss Koko."
"Why not charge in and take it?" Koko asked.
"Because the whole damn apartment is all Dragon members and each apartment is stocked to the teeth with weapons. We can't risk turning downtown into a war zone."
"And how do you expect me to get in?" Koko asked as a picture of a long orange haired girl was tossed at her.
"Her name is Karen, she comes from a average family and has a mundane life. She was working at a night dance club before her and Vince became lovers." Bookman explained.
"So, you want me to take her place then?" Koko asked.
"Yes, take her place, grab the device and give it to us. Do that and we'll be in your debt." He said with a puff of his pipe.
"If I refuse?" Koko asked and upon doing so, many hidden camouflage soldiers suddenly moved in the room pointing guns at her.
"Then it's curtains for you." Bookman replied.
"My, you certainly know how to force a girl to say yes." Koko said with a smirk as she was lead back out of the office the same way.
Koko stood in front of Vince's apartment door as she waited for him to answer. She adjusted her long orange hair and fixed her red dress. As she did she remembered dropping by Karen's apartment scaring the poor girl by looking like her before knocking her out with some gas from a perfume bottle.
"I hope I didn't make that crotch rope too tight." Koko pleasantly thought with a giggle as she had left the real Karen in her bedroom closet tightly bound and gagged and blindfolded after stripping her down to her thin red underwear.
It was always her favorite part of the job as she visited her unsuspecting victims and surprise them by looking like them. After that she had the sweet pleasure knocking them out and slowly strip them of their clothing which allowed Koko to truly take their appearance. Koko did hate how their reaction was always the same, but was joyed to see Karen had enjoyed her crotch rope unlike others who stopped struggling upon feeling it.
As Koko thought this all over the door open with Vince standing in the doorway.
"Ahhh, my dear Karen. So good of you to join me tonight." Vince said as he took her red gloved hand and kissed it.
"I'm happy to be here." Koko said with a giggle as she walked into the apartment and took a glass of wine from a platter that one of his maids were holding and took a sip from the glass. As she did she had to wonder why she wasn't told to take out one of the maids as that would have been easier.
"Don't you think tonight is a wonderful night to do that?" He asked her with a grin.
"Oh I agree." Koko replied wondering what he meant which made him laugh.
"How cute, thinking you know what I mean." He said causing Karen to smirk trying to not lose her composure.
"I'm talking about this." He said holding up a USB drive. "With this, I can sell all CIA information to anyone I want to. I'll become a trillionaire!" Vince stated as he placed the device into his jacket pocket.
"You mean we will." Koko said hoping to correct him.
"No I will, you will be sold off." Vince said.
"What?" Koko asked caught off guard by his statement as her vision began to blur as she dropped her wine glass to the floor causing it to break and spill all over.
"I'm rich now, more so than before. I don't need your cute ass anymore." Vince said as Koko completely blacked out and fell to the floor. "All that matters to me, is money." He said as he motioned his faithful maid over who began to clean the floor and drag Koko away. "And somewhere out there is a person who will pay big bucks for you."
"Mmmnnnphp." Koko moaned as her head pounded and her body ached greatly. She looked around and could feel herself moving as if in a elevator and gave a loud grunt through her thick cloth gag which her weak moan barely got outside of her small cage she was trapped in.
"Oh, your awake." The maid said as she kneeled down and peered through the cage bars. "Sorry you had to find out like this. But Master Vince dates women for a few weeks and then gives them to slave traders. It's his way of keeping money flowing into his pockets."
"Nrnprnrpm!" Koko grunted as she struggled in her cage as her legs and arms were mummified in rope with more running around her chest and between her crotch.
"Don't worry, you will be picked up soon." The maid said as the elevator stopped and she was wheeled out into a underground parking lot and up to a truck and left there. Soon a man a few others appeared and picked the cage up and heaved it into the back of the truck.
"Miss Karen, or should I call you Koko?" The man in charge said which surprised Koko as no one knew she was a fake. "Bookman sends his regards, he knew what Vince does with his old flames and thought this be a good imprisonment for you. He hopes you enjoy the rest of your slave life and don't worry about the device, he plans to get that back without you." The man said as he slammed the doors shut after laughing.
"MRRRRRHPNRPNRPRHRPRPHR!" Koko grunted furiously as she kicked and squirmed all over the cage. She had been tricked, betrayed and duped into a life of slavery.
As the truck began to roll away Koko began to plot her revenge. She would get free, she would return and then there be hell to pay for everyone.
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More