Dr Eon & the Virtually Real (closed)

[Tanuki]

Karina Fiori

Karina was riding downward in a beautiful glass elevator. She didn't know how she'd missed the gaudy gold doors next to the pool, but then she'd been too busy trying to dry herself with that tiny towel the charismatic man in white had given her.

Perhaps it just appeared, like the Chinese dress she now seemed to be wearing. Not the same dress at all, but a skimpier, sexier version that barely covered her bottom, and was dangerously close to exposing her front as well. The material felt like fine silk, and it looked incredible in the glass reflection of the elevator.

His name was Dr. Eon, and the blonde seemed to be his assistant, Natalie. If what he said about the world being a fabrication was true . . . well, Karina felt like a lifelong itch was about to be scratched.

She didn't have time to ponder this, for the elevator doors opened, following by the snap and hiss of nearby bullets striking the walls behind and around her. Suddenly Karina screamed, as two of the agent men appeared out of nowhere and grabbed her. She struggled as two hands grabbed her breasts, and another slid around the skirt of her dress to squeeze her bare bottom.

"No, don't!" she protested helplessly, as her arms were twisted painfully behind her, metal cuffs encircling her wrists. Her long dark hair swirled wetly about her head as she was dragged from the elevator, her long legs kicking uselessly. Karina looked pleadingly toward Dr. Eon and Natalie, but they were in a full on firefight with the other agents.

"Someone help me, please!" she yelled out. Then Karina gasped in humiliation as a hand squeezed her ass accompanied by a deep chuckle. No one had ever dared to touch her like that, and she screamed as the two men suddenly jumped, carrying her with them.

 

[Lovelynice]

Mayumi Serurier

Outside the station, with the crowds of people around in the bright sunshine, Mayumi sought in vain to cover herself as she ran out and began searching for the two men who had her clothes. She held her hands against her body to cover her breasts and pussy, but there was little that she could do to hide from the stares. Then she saw the big man standing next to a white limousine, calling to her. Her clothes were in that car, and she had little choice but to run there.

It wasn’t easy to move quickly either, with the high-heels making it absurdly difficult to move faster than a walk as she was unused to them. She glanced down at her shoes, and instead of her low pumps she was wearing 5” heeled and very expensive Italian slippers. It took forever to get to the luxurious white car, which was parked illegally at the kerb.

The big man leered at her the entire time, and waited, but he opened the door for her and closed it behind her after she got in. Then he went to the front passenger side and got in as well. There was a dark screen between the passenger compartment and the front, so she couldn’t see the driver but Mayumi assumed it was the little man with the moustache. Her clothes were neatly on the seat, folded and looking small. Her handbag was on top.

Just as Mayumi was starting to get dressed the limousine started moving away from the kerb, but it did so violently, wheels screaming and burning rubber as the vehicle accelerated rapidly and made a dangerously fast turn onto the main road. Mayumi had to hang onto the door handle to stop from being thrown around and buffeted by the speeding limousine, and so she never had a chance to get dressed. Her squeals of protest and her questions about where they were going were ignored. She tried the doors as well to see if she could maybe take her clothes and leap out at some point when they were stopped, but the doors were locked and there seemed to be no way to open them from the passenger compartment.

Tires screeched, and up ahead wherever they were going, there were the sounds of sirens and what might’ve been fireworks. She didn’t think it was guns, it couldn’t be. Then she saw a glimpse through the window of men in black suits running around, shooting, and two other people shooting back. There was screaming and people fleeing in panic as bullets smashed car windows and punched holes in metal and concrete.

Finally she began to panic and realized that she’d been very foolish. These people were kidnapping her, and she had dumbly gone along with everything that they had told her to do when she should’ve ran away and not cared about the embarrassment of being naked in public. She could’ve gone to the police instead. She could’ve asked somebody else for help. Instead she’d gone along like a gullible little “baka” schoolgirl…

 

[Veryknowing]

OOC

IN THE WHITE LIMOUSINE

The big man, huge as a mountain compared to the Japanese around him, stepped out of the limousine quickly when it parked and ran to the rear. The driver kept the engine running, but readied a machine-pistol.

Mayumi couldn’t open the doors, as they were locked of course, but she could watch what happened next. As the big man opened the luggage boot of the limousine and took out a huge Vulcan-style electric gatling rotating cannon with a backpack. He yelled a warning, then began firing it; the roar like rapid-fire high-pitched thunder. It was deafening. One of the men in black suits was mowed down, then his corpse shook and spasmed, changing back into the body of a hotel porter, now dead.

The clothes that she found in the limousine weren’t exactly hers as they originally were. The skirt was shorter, the hem barely long enough to cover her crotch if she’d been standing. Sitting down, it was impossible, and unless her hands or something else was in the way, her pussy would be easily seen. The creamy-white blouse was thinner, and hid little. The buttons only went to just below her breasts, leaving a lot of cleavage exposed.



DETENTION AND INTERROGATION

Karina is taken by the two men in black suits in a great leap over the road, then they use a fast-acting device on the back of her neck that knocks her out cold. Before placing her unconscious form into a large black sedan and driving away.

She awakes in a spartan room with pale green walls and ceiling, a dark green floor. Her hands are held fast by chains to a hook in the ceiling. Her feet kept apart by metal cuffs around her ankles with chains going to hooks in the floor. Her legs are spread in this way into a wide upside-down V. There is a plain wooden desk and two chairs behind it on the other side from where Karina has been placed. On the desk is a bowl, and within it are four white eggs. Next to the bowl with the eggs is an eggcup and a small silver spoon laying on a paper napkin. There is a big thick folder with her name on it.

She is still wearing the little red Chinese dress.

To make her more cooperative, she’s been injected with a slow-acting aphrodisiac that makes her rather suggestible as a side-effect. She can fight the mental effects, but not the physical ones. Her pussy drips onto the floor pitter-pat-pitter-pat-patter-pat-pat-pat……..

The effect is increasing with time…

Then after a long while, the door opens and a man in a black suit and wearing dark glasses walks into the room, then another man who looks the same, and another, and another, and another… soon the room is filled with twenty identical men. Their faces all the same. Their clothes all the same. Everything about them the same.

They mill around her, starting to touch her, poke her with their fingers, caress her smooth and lovely ass under the tiny dress, massage and fondle her breasts, run their hands slowly upward between her thighs, running skilful circles around and around with their fingers, fingers caress her wet labia, other fingers pinch her nipples softy, and others only caress the back of her calves. They say nothing while doing any of this, but their mouths smile, grin, and sneer at her.

One leans down and leers upward at her exposed naked pussy under the tiny dress because she has no panties to hide it. Hands begin groping and massaging both of her rounded ass-cheeks, and a third hand plays little games between her thighs. She is being rubbed and caressed all over. Yet, they say nothing, except with their expressions which leer and grin and smile and perve.

A finger then slides along her wet pussy lips, sliding back and forth, back and forth, almost entering but never doing so. The zipper is pulled down at the back of the tiny dress, and it is pulled down at the front to reveal both her firm breasts in all their glory, her nipples darkened by arousal and firm as two little cylinders, they are each suckled by men in black suits who take turns at the suckling. Another man now slides his finger up and down her pussy lips which are deliciously wet, and very hot, and then he inserts one finger, but only one finger, keeping it there and wiggling before slowly sliding it out again and sliding the wetness up between her ass-cheeks and over her warm bottom that is now turning hot with sweat and a darkening sexual flush.

They remove her dress entirely then, tearing it into two halves so they may molest all parts of her body unrestricted. Hands caress her everywhere now, and she is naked, being rubbed by the men’s hands on all sides. Two fingers now enter and slide in and out, and then along to her clit and back again. Then a thumb, thick and short goes in, rubbing her G-spot and making her feel almost like she is bout to cum or needs to go to the toilet, and does this for a very long time, long enough for her to climax, but stops just short…then leaves.

Then they all leave, taking her clothes with them, ripping them into shreds of red cloth and passing them around like souvenirs, finally chuckling and laughing on their way out, and Mr Black walks in.

 

[Tanuki]

Karina Fiori

Karina was having that dream again, the one where her hands were tied in chains suspended from the ceiling, and a group of her male fans were closing in on her. It never went too far before she woke up, with an embarrassing wetness between her legs. She opened her eyes, already struggling in vain like she always did, for being tied up always terrified her.

Something was different. The room for one thing - it was an ugly green, like avocado, and in front of her was a desk with two chairs facing her. She blinked at what looked like eggs, sitting in a bowl.

My legs! realized the girl when she tried to close her thighs. They were also chained, forcing her into a terribly humiliating pose. This was not her usual dream, this was . . . .

The agents! she thought, her memory flooding back. They'd given her some injection. That must be what made her feel so overheated, like when she came back from her morning jogs. Only this time, it wasn't her whole body, just her . . .

The door opened and one of the agents entered, wearing a black suit and dark sunglasses, followed by his identical twin, and another, and another, and another… there were soon twenty men in the room with her. It was impossible, they didn't just look similar, they were exactly the same. Their faces, clothes . . everything. Karina suddenly felt terribly exposed in the skimpy red silk dress she wore, and she struggled in the chains, shaking her head as the men began to close in on her.

"No, please, stay away from me!" she whispered, her shiny dark hair splaying out around her face as she struggled.
They didn't stop, instead they reached for her, and Karina steeled herself as hands began to touch her, poke her, run up her thighs and caress her bottom beneath the tiny skirt of her dress. Karina's mouth flew open as the sensations overwhelmed her immediately. The touches were electric, igniting the heat between her legs, and she felt her face blush bright red. Still they ignored her pleas, as fingers pinched her nipples, making shockwaves of pleasure ripple down between her legs. The fingers followed the waves of pleasure, moving to the front of her thighs.

"Ohh god!!" she gasped, her back going rigid as skillful fingers began to explore her pussy lips. Karina whimpered as she felt them gliding in her warm juices. Why am I so wet? she wondered, straining against her bonds.

The cruel men were all grinning and sneering at her, enjoying her blushing body and her soft cries of protest.
This can't be happening! she whimpered to herself, This is some kind of perverted nightmare!

One of the men was leaning down to get a good view of her pussy under her tiny dress. Karina turned her face away in shame, trying to will her heart to slow down, her body to stop reacting to their torments. As she squirmed about, soft cries escaped her lips as her body reacted against her will to their teasing caresses.

A finger was slowly and possessively sliding up and down the soaked crevice formed by her pussy lips. With each back and forth movement, she felt her body moving slightly in unison. To her horror, she felt her hips trying to push forward, as if to will the finger to enter her, but instead, it continued its cruel torment, increasing her anxiety. Then there was a soft ripping sound. Oh no, my dress! Someone was unzipping her, and then two hands pulled open the front of the dress, causing her firm full breasts to spill out with a bounce. Karina whimpered and closed her eyes, so she wouldn't have to see the leering stares of the men.

Suddenly her eyes shot open as she felt her poor ripe nipples taken into warm, wet mouths. Karina arched her back with a moan, and the movement inadvertently presented her sensitive breasts as offerings to her tormenters. Karina screamed then as the finger on her pussy plunged inside her. Her scream was a tortured, strangled sound of pleasure mixed with humiliating surrender to her body's need. Mercifully, the finger left her, then slid up between her ass cheeks, leaving a trail of her own juices. Karina shivered as the wet finger touched the puckered hole of her ass.

There was a ripping sound as her dress was torn in half, leaving her completely exposed to a seemingly unlimited supply of teasing, torturing hands. Karina's hips were now moving of their own volition, gently following the two well lubricated fingers that slid smoothly into her pussy. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps. With every oscillation, the fingers touched and swirled about her engorged clit, sending a jolt through the girl, and teasing a soft moan from her throat. Then she trembled as she felt something larger, perhaps a thumb, slipping inside her.

"Ohhh na--s-stop!!" she moaned, trying tried to close her thighs defensively as the thumb did something terrible inside her. She thrashed about, feeling a warm pressure building deep inside her pussy. Karina gasped and moaned, her hips jerking about in complete surrender to the thumb inside her. The pressure was building, spreading through her . . .

Oh god, I'm going to pass out! she thought, giving up on fighting the sensations, and now eager to attain the release that seemed so close. She reached the verge of an explosion, and suddenly the thumb slid out, drawing a whimper of protest from the girl.

So close . . . how could they do this to me? No more touches were forthcoming, and Karina felt her pounding heart begin to calm, leaving a burning in her body that cried out for more attention. She hung limply from the chains on her wrists, her hips still moving a bit, but without their touches, she was helpless to reach the release they seemed happy to deny her.

It's too cruel, to leave me inflamed and humiliated like this.
She watched through dazed eyes, as the men in black filed out, but not before tearing her little dress to shreds, and passing it around, laughing. A tear fell from Karina's cheek, as the talented violinist tried to remember her life before today, before this room. Karina closed her eyes tightly, for she didn't want to see what terrible ordeal they had planned for her next.

 

[ImpWizard]

Mr Black (Agent)

He watched as the other Agents filed out, passing around their souvenirs of their efforts. The psychological tactic and the drug injected into the target should’ve had a powerful effect on her, hopefully encouraging her to cooperate without too much wastage of time. Then after the last of the other Agents left, Mr Black walked in and sat down on one of the chairs.
He admired her appearance for a moment, then picked up the thick file on the subject and opened it in front of him. He barely glanced at the pages as he turned them, but it was for psychological reasons of intimidation, not for the information that he already knew. Then he turned the folder around so that the pictures on the pages could be seen by the subject. They were pictures of her naked and climbing out a hotel pool, pictures of her dress blowing in the wind revealing her lack of panties, pictures of her playing the violin at her most recent concert.

“We have a problem, Miss Fiori”, he enunciated slowly, his words clear, but with the calculated overtones of a disappointed teacher.

“Questions are being asked in the news media about why Miss Karina Fiori has suddenly behaved in such a shameful fashion, nudity in public, not wearing any underwear, being seen in the company of notorious terrorists. Your career as a famous violinist is about to end in scandal. You are facing certain financial and social ruin.”

“Have you no shame? Have you gone mad? Have you lost your mind? These are the questions that are being asked in the media.”

Mr Black carefully picked up an egg and looked at it intently for a moment, then placed the egg into the eggcup. He then picked up the small silver spoon and tapped the egg thoughtfully, cracking the shell.

“How do you answer these questions, Miss Fiori?”, he asked, standing up and walking over to her. He slipped one finger inside her, slowly taking it out again and circling her throbbing clit. Then sliding the finger down again and back inside, he repeated the action again and again.

 

[Tanuki]

Karina Fiori

“Questions are being asked in the news media about why Miss Karina Fiori has suddenly behaved in such a shameful fashion, nudity in public, not wearing any underwear, being seen in the company of notorious terrorists. Your career as a famous violinist is about to end in scandal. You are facing certain financial and social ruin.”

Karina repeated his words in her head. She had to think quickly. She'd already given up her career, but he didn't know that. Was it a threat? What did he want?

“Have you no shame? Have you gone mad? Have you lost your mind? These are the questions that are being asked in the media.”

She watched as the agent picked up an egg and looked at it intently for a moment, then placed the egg into the eggcup. He then picked up the small silver spoon and tapped the egg thoughtfully, cracking the shell.

“How do you answer these questions, Miss Fiori?”. She tensed as the powerful looking man stood and approached her. Karina saw him reaching for her, and she tried to prepare herself, but it was no use. A gasp escaped her tightly closed lips as she felt his finger slide inside her. She hadn't noticed it before, but at the height of pleasure, she felt as if time began to slow, and her awareness of her surroundings heightened. The same thing had happened the night of her concert, when this whole thing had started.

"My . . . emm . . . my choice of clothing is . . . is my business," she answered with some trouble, as he continued to rekindle her desire. "My finances are safe in a Swiss ban--ohh! Ahhh!"

Karina flushed at her wanton outburst. His finger had plunged deeply, sending a spasm through her.

"You have no right to do these things t--to me!" she protested, her bottom trying to move away from his hand, but he simply followed her.

"I have done nothing wrong, pu---please . . . release me!"

 

[Lovelynice]

Mayumi Serurier

Mayumi was terrified when the limousine parked in the midst of the shoot-out, it seemed like a crazy suicidal idea to her. The huge man got off the car, and went around the back, and the possibility of him looking on her made her remember that she should get dressed. Desperately, Mayumi began putting her clothes on, and found that she had no underwear of any kind. Not bra. No panties. They didn’t even return her big white socks. This sort of freaked her out more, because she had never gone out in public without underwear on. What would people say if they found out?

She put on the blouse and discovered that the top buttons were missing, leaving her breasts easily exposed and ensuring with the amount of cleavage that would be seen that everyone would know that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The blouse seemed thinner too.

The skirt, crenulated, and pattern in the same style as her college uniform wasn’t the same skirt at all. It was tiny!

Mayumi put it on, and while sitting down found it impossible to pull the hem low enough to cover herself decently “down-there’. Anyone sitting next to her, or opposite was going to be able see everything under the skirt!

Then Mayumi remembered her cellphone…

 

[Silvergirl]

Natalie O’Reilly

Natalie dived for cover behind a parked car as shots shattered windows and punched holes through metal. Suddenly there was the loud roar of Big Ivan’s rotating cannon, and the Agent that had been shooting at her was taken out, falling into a shaking fit as the body reverted back to a hotel porter. She felt sorry for the hotel porter, who was an innocent bystander but he wouldn’t have been aware of his own death; at least Natalie hoped so. Seizing the chance, she leapt over the car in a somersault, and fired several shots while in mid-air, taking out another Agent who was caught by surprise.

She looked around, and Dr Eon and Big Ivan looked back at her, but the Agents were all gone.

Strange.

Not knowing how long the lull would last, her and Dr Eon ran for the limousine as Big Ivan tossed the cannon aside and got back into the front passenger seat again. Behind them, an ambulance arrived, and two Agents stepped out; they’d downloaded into the paramedics.

Dr Eon and Natalie dived into the limousine as the driver burned rubber going into reverse and then swerved over the concrete median strip. As the Agents looked at each other and then got back into the ambulance to follow, the limousine accelerated, assisted by Dr Eon’s reality-shaping, it became sleek and streamlined, it's speed phenomenal until they reached the main roads, then the limousine's internals and the seating shifted around, it became a minibus. They lost sight of the Agents in the ambulance, but had relative safety at least.

Natalie then looked at the terrified eighteen-year-old girl who sat in the passenger compartment with them.

She smiled.

I like this one. She’s cute.

 

[ImpWizard]

Mr. Black (Agent)

“Yes, Miss Fiori, we are quite aware of your accounts…”, Mr. Black said, as he rotated his finger and began corkscrewing it in and out, sliding along on each exit to her clit, going around and returning.

He was aware of the what the drug was doing to her as well, and taking advantage of it.

“Your accounts have been frozen while investigations are taking place”, he told her, “One could expect that in such circumstances that it would not be unlikely for a famed violinist, the kind of person that many assume to be very emotional, and unused to scandal and the prospect of sudden poverty, would want to take her own life.”

“Many would not be surprised by such an outcome”, he added, suddenly removing his finger and breaking all physical contact with her as he turned away.

He walked back to the desk and sat down.

“Your desperation would be expected”, he said, watching her squirm, “as no doubt your present situation is frustrating to the extreme.”

Mr Black then stood up, picking up one of the eggs and walking over to Karina, he touched the egg to her opening between her thighs, smiled, and with his other he touched her neck with a cold needle...

Injecting a cold fluid. Karina lost consciousness as he looked on.

 

[Veryknowing]

OOC

KARINA AT HER HOTEL AGAIN

Karina wakes up feeling very cold, a strong gusty wind blowing around her, chilling her. She finds herself naked, lying down on concrete, with a magnificent view of the lights of Osaka. It is a vertigo inducing view when she looks down, for Karina has been lying on a concrete ledge just below the windows of her 7th floor hotel room. The slightest wrong move or loss of balance and she would be expected to fall to her death. The windows to her room are stuck, not locked, but refusing to open.

She can however try to make her way carefully to the next ledge and other windows, while naked as the day she was born. Who knows who she shall meet?


Dr Eon

As he and Natalie dived in the limousine, Dr Eon was already trying to reshape the vehicle to move faster. It was only a temporary fix, and could result in a backlash as the System reacted against the paradox. It was a lot harder to change a moving vehicle, especially into a form that was completely non-standard. One of these days, he’d have to ask the technical staff to build a transformable limousine, he reminded himself.

His concentration was too intense to take note of the young French-Japanese girl who was in the passenger compartment with him, until the Agents had been lost. Once out of sight of the pursuing Agents, Dr Eon altered the vehicle again , this time into a silver mini-bus. It was slow, but it wouldn’t attract any attention. Then he turned to Mayumi, and sighed with a soft smile of relief.

“Well, we got away again”, Dr Eon said, “Maybe now we can continue our conversation. By the way, Mayumi, this is Natalie. The driver is called George, and the very big man is Big Ivan. Natalie, say hello to Mayumi Serurier. She’s a very talented fighter, but she doesn’t know it yet. Mayumi has been learning Judo the old fashioned way, by sweat and hard work. Maybe you can give her a few pointers after she’s goes into The Studio for training.”

Dr Eon smiled broadly, as he was sitting directly opposite Mayumi and had the chance of a view up her little skirt.

 

[Tanuki]

Karina Fiori

“Yes, Miss Fiori, we are quite aware of your accounts…”

Karina strained against the chains that bound her as the agent expertly fingered the girl. She could barely hear what he was saying, as her breathing hastened to match the rhythm of his delving fingers. Karina moaned and shook her head, pleading for him to stop. But that seemed to only spur him on, and he teased her for another minute, until she felt her soaked pussy walls begin to contract on his fingers. She cried out in shame and pleasure, ready to tell him whatever he wanted to know.

The agent finished talking and looked at her expectantly as he withdrew his fingers. Karina felt a wave of disappointment pass through her, and she shook her head in denial of her body's betrayal.

Oh dear, I think he asked me a question! she realized, feeling stupid. I reacted to his touches like a cheap call girl, and hadn't even paid attention to what he was saying!

Then she watched anxiously as he picked up up one of the eggs and walking over. Karina watched in fascination that turned to shock as he reached down to touch the egg to her exposed crevice and then smiled. Karina blushed in shame as she heard a soft wet sound from between her thighs. Then she felt a sharp pain in her neck, and suddenly the room became dim. Blackness took her.

.............

The wind was strong and cold as Karina struggled to open her eyes. The girl panicked as her eyes opened to see nothing but a night sky above her. She was lying on cold concrete.

Karina screamed as she looked over the edge of the concrete to see the Osaka streets a hundred meters below her. She gripped the concrete ledge she lay on, shaking from fear and the cold air on her naked body.

She turned the other way to see a window into a room. It was her hotel room, she was sure - for she saw her black dress laying on the bed where she'd left it after trying it on that morning. Karina's heart leapt as she thought of being able to finally cover her nakedness again, and with one hand on the ledge, she reached out to lift the window.

It was stuck, so she tried both hands, aware of the view she'd be giving anyone who happened to walk into the room, her breasts pressed outward as she strained to lift the window. Definitely stuck. She tried pounding on the window, but the modern hotel was built for quiet, nobody would hear her unless they were in the room.

Karina sat on the concrete ledge for a minute, shivering with her arms wrapped about herself, her legs held tight against her chest. She was going to catch pneumonia, she had to do something. It was then that the girl noticed the ledge continued around her floor, leading to other windows.

The thought of another guest seeing her like this made her pause, but what choice did she have? Carefully, Karina began to crawl on all fours, inching across the ledge toward the next window. Careful not to look down, she was halfway there when a bout of shivering made her stop. Steeling herself, she continued, shaking from the cold, her poor nipples hard and pointing downward toward the street.

I made it! she told herself, feeling elated. Karina turned to peer into the window of the next room.

 

[Silvergirl]

Natalie O’Reilly

Natalie watched the other girl with interest, and some anticipation. The French-Japanese girl was wearing a Dr Eon version of her ladies college uniform and had very nice legs. She'd look even better once Dr Eon did his thing with her, and Natalie was really looking forward to seeing the result.

"Hello Mayumi", Natalie said, "I hope we can be friends."

Natalie looked her up and down admiring those shapely thighs and her lovely exotic looks.

 

[Silvergirl]

Natalie O’Reilly

Natalie watched the other girl with interest, and some anticipation. The French-Japanese girl was wearing a Dr Eon version of her ladies college uniform and had very nice legs. She'd look even better once Dr Eon did his thing with her, and Natalie was really looking forward to seeing the result.

"Hello Mayumi", Natalie said, "I hope we can be friends."

Natalie looked her up and down admiring those shapely thighs and her lovely exotic looks.

She then turned to Dr Eon, and asked, "Are we going to rescue Ms Fiori, and if so, then how?"

Her expression on that subject was far more serious.

 

[Lovelynice]

Mayumi Serurier

While the shooting was going on outside the limousine, Mayumi opened her handbag and found that her cellphone was still there. Dr Eon and his friends may have taken away her clothes, but she could at least call for help.

She dialled 119 (the emergency number in Japan), and as fast and clearly as she could, Mayumi explained her situation.

“…I’ve been kidnapped and they’re shooting people in downtown Osaka…They’re keeping me trapped in a white limousine…”

Mayumi had to hang-up as one of the doors opened, and both Dr Eon and a very beautiful blonde girl dived into the car. The limousine then shot away from the kerb, speeding away, the driver again not caring about traffic regulations or responsible driving. He drove like a maniac, in Mayumi’s opinion.

She barely had time to put her seatbelt on, but at least this time she remembered to do so.

Then a really weird thing started to happen as the inside of the limousine seemed to twist and bend and melt, changing and reshaping itself. It was the strangest thing that Mayumi had ever seen in her life. The limousine sped up like it was powered by jet-engines, hurtling through traffic and scaring Mayumi so much, she thought they would crash and die at any moment.

Then the entire vehicle changed again in the same fantastic way, yet everyone else seemed to be calmly expecting it.

Who are these people really? Am I dreaming? Have they drugged me?

When the seating had finished moving, Mayumi was mortified to find that Dr Eon was now sitting directly across from her. She kept her handbag firmly on her lap, as Dr Eon had a big smile on his face, not hiding at al what he was trying to look at.

“Well, we got away again”, Dr Eon said, “Maybe now we can continue our conversation. By the way, Mayumi, this is Natalie. The driver is called George, and the very big man is Big Ivan. Natalie, say hello to Mayumi Serurier. She’s a very talented fighter, but she doesn’t know it yet. Mayumi has been learning Judo the old fashioned way, by sweat and hard work. Maybe you can give her a few pointers after she’s goes into The Studio for training.”

Trying to be polite to somebody she didn’t know, Mayumi said, “Hello…um…Natalie.”

"Hello Mayumi", the blonde girl said, "I hope we can be friends."

The other girl surprised Mayumi with the way she was looking at her, almost…sexually (?!)

The blonde girl then turned away, almost ignoring Mayumi, and began a discussion with Dr Eon about somebody called Ms Fiori.

Karina Fiori? The famous violinist? Wasn’t she in Japan at the moment?, Mayumi thought.

She really liked Karina Fiori’s music, and had long been very envious and admiring of the Italian-Korean woman’s sensual and very exotic beauty.

…but what does Dr Eon want with Karina Fiori?, Mayumi wondered, They were talking about rescuing her…huh? What is going on? Now, I’m confused. Are these people the good side or the bad side?

 

[Veryknowing]

Dr Eon

“Of course we’ll have to rescue her!”, Dr Eon replied to Natalie, “But first we will have to find her.”

He turned around in his seat and called towards the front of the mini-bus.

“George! Take us back to the safe house”, he said, “…and Ivan, when we get there we’ll have to set up the equipment immediately. I want to track down our newest recruit and get her unhooked from the Weave as fast as we can.”

Dr Eon looked over at Natalie, and said to her, “Ask Chris to start searching for any trace of Ms Fiori, including any relevant news or rumours.”

Then he turned back to Mayumi.

“You probably have a lot of questions to ask. I’ll answer them as best that I can, but be warned, the truth is frightening to someone who has been raised with the belief that this world is real.”



OOC

KARINA PERVING INTO SOMEBODY’S ROOM

She could see a room identical to her own, with two lovers in deep and intimate embrace on the bed. No sheets covered them, and the man appeared familiar. The young woman also appeared familiar. Both were completely nude and unaware of their observer. The window was unlocked, in fact slightly open, so the sounds of their love-making could be heard.

The man was one of the hotel porters, the same one who had brought Karina’s bags to her room. The woman, still attractive in her late forties, was Mrs Carlucci, her tour manager for the current concert tour. Their passion was intense, animalistic, and free of any restraints. The hotel porter handsome, with finely toned muscles slick with sweat. The woman on top, and starting to rotate with the man’s root still deep within her, with her long black hair cascading down, had an expression of pure ecstasy.

Then, she opened her eyes, and looked up directly into the face of Karina Fiori, and raised one eyebrow with curiosity.

“Uh? Karina? Did you want to join in?”, Mrs Carlucci asked, apparently unfazed by seeing a naked woman outside her hotel window watching her lovemaking.

 

[ImpWizard]

Mr Black (Agent)

“…I’ve been kidnapped and they’re shooting people in downtown Osaka…They’re keeping me trapped in a white limousine…”

The recorded call from a cellphone was interesting, Mr Black thought, and fortunate.

The check on the cellphone number revealed the owner to be Mayumi Serurier, an 18-year-old student at Ichigomomo Ladies College in Hyogo. What was she doing in Osaka during school hours? She could’ve been one of the many schoolgirls who prostituted themselves on the streets of Osaka, but according to her profile that explanation had a very low probability.

The profile on Mayumi Serurier did mention a very interesting datum; she had a strong interest in an unarmed combat sport called Judo. It didn’t take Mr Black very long to discover that Ms Serurier had been put onto the List as a person to be monitored. There had been a reality dysfunction incident at a Judo tournament in Osaka, and Ms Serurier had been the source of it. She had not been wearing any panties or even a bra during the tournament.

Mr Black stood up from the desk, and looked at the rows of other desks in identical cubicles that seemed to go on forever in every direction. This place symbolized the satisfaction of conformity and predictability, unvarying rules of logic and behaviour and reality, an ideal of perfection that in truth, bored him to the very core of his programming.

Reality dysfunctions were interesting though, and the tracking down of those who repeatedly were the source of them was always a challenge which Mr Black found stimulating.

Time to track down that cellphone, Mr Black thought.

 

[Lovelynice]

Mayumi Serurier

“You probably have a lot of questions to ask. I’ll answer them as best that I can, but be warned, the truth is frightening to someone who has been raised with the belief that this world is real.”

Mayumi glanced around at the mini-bus seats which used to be a different shape and were in the passenger compartment of a limousine. Then she looked down at her own tiny skirt and thin blouse. Once more, she looked at the charismatic and very unusual Dr Eon, and the buxom blonde girl next to him. The girl was only wearing one of those long T-shirts that were called a beachdress, and it seemed that she wore nothing underneath it. Reminded of her own lack of panties, Mayumi blushed hotly.

At first she didn’t know what to say, and was too embarrassed to say anything, but it seemed Dr Eon expected her to say something.

“Um…well….”, Mayumi mumbled, not sure what to say.

Dr Eon still watched her, waiting. He seemed to be enjoying her discomfort.

“Well…after seeing this car change into a minibus”, Mayumi said, “…and seeing two men in black suits jumping over cars and across a road in a single leap…well….can you explain all of that to me?”

 

[Tanuki]

Karina Fiori

Rosella! Karina thought in shock, as she watched her tour manager riding wantonly atop the chiseled young man. Rosa Carlucci was like an older sister to Karina - she called her Rosella, and they usually spoke in Italian. But Karina had never seen her like this - looking so young and vibrant, her body tanned and firm as she tossed her head passionately to her lover's rhythm. Probably the porter, judging by the red shoes he still wore. The erotic scene brought back the memory of Karina's recent interrogation, and she groaned as her body reacted sympathetically.

Then Rosella was looking in her direction, first in shock, and then . . . curiosity.

“Uh? Karina? Did you want to join in?” the woman asked, still moving her hips on top of the porter. Apparently, Rosella wasn't the least bit surprised to see her young violinist naked outside her hotel room.

With one look down toward the street far below, Karina made a decision, and yanked the window upwards, climbing into the hotel room with the two lovers, who were climbing off the bed. She stood in the dimly lit hotel room, shivering still from the cold, her hands dangling in front of her, for two sets of eyes seemed intent on appraising her naked form.

"Ciao Rosella . . . va bene?" she said, her casual words sounding terribly out of place. "Per favore, ha. . . ha una camicetta? Mi hanno rapi . . ." Karina remembered that Rosella's Italian was a bit rusty, so she switched to English. "I've been kidnapped! They took my clothes!" she pleaded. Then she realized how ridiculous she must look, for Rosa was just staring at her, smiling.

It was immediately obvious that something was wrong. Something about the couple's body language worried her.

"Karina, calm down, come . . . sit with us on the bed," said her friend and manager soothingly, moving closer to put her arm around the taller Karina.

The porter moved around to get a better look, and his eyes lit up. "Miss Fiori!" he exclaimed, looking her up and down with enthusiasm. Karina blushed, wishing she had more than two hands to cover herself. She twisted out of Rosa's arm and backed away. If her friend wouldn't help her, she had to get out of here.

"Rosa!" she yelled, clenching her fists. "What are you doing with this . . . the bellhop? What about Domingo, your husband?"

Rosa just smiled, and reached out to the handsome young man who stood behind her, to squeeze his ass. Then the couple began to move, separating. Karina began to panic as she realized they were blocking her path to the door, trying to corner her.

"Rosa, please!" she pleaded. Her mind raced, trying to think of how to escape. "You . . . you know how Italian husbands are? Especially . . . la cosa nuova . . the mafia! Can you imagine what il Lupo, your husband, will do to this poor guy if he finds out! He'll be lucky if Domingo just kills him!"

Karina watched intently as Rosa opened her mouth to protest the fantastic lie, but the poor bellhop had already stopped ogling her and was turning pale. Karina couldn't stifle a little grin as the young man quickly grabbed his uniform and dashed for the door.

"Wait!" pleaded Rosa, holding her hands out as the half-dressed young man gave one last look at her, and then ran out the door, followed closely by the young voilinist. Rosa looked about her room in defeat, then her eyes narrowed. She screamed.

"That little vixen took my Dolce & Gabanna bag!!"

Down the hallway, Karina slipped into the ladies room, then closed a stall door behind her. Finally her heart stopped pounding and she sat on the seat cover, clutching the shopping bags, which she'd grabbed on her way out of her manager's room. Hopefully there'd be something she could wear. She opened the bags.

"Oh damn," said the girl, her heart sinking.

Minutes later, Karina opened the bathroom door and peaked out. She couldn't risk going back to her room, and she needed to get out of the hotel. She looked down at herself. Who goes shopping all day and comes home with just a miniskirt and a silk scarf? she wondered, shaking her head. The beautiful scarf was wrapped tightly around her breasts and tied underneath her right arm, and the skirt, well it better not be windy outside, she thought. Karina left the bathroom and moved down the hallway to enter the elevator.

As she pressed the button for the basement, Karina looked down at her shoes and smiled.

At least I'm wearing Dolce & Gabanna!

 

[Veryknowing]

Dr Eon

Dr Eon considered Mayumi’s request, how much to tell now and how much would she understand?

“Very well, Ms Serurier”, he said, leaning forward as she tried to cover herself more, but Dr Eon paid no attention to that, as he thought about what to say.

“Imagine…Imagine the perfect prison.
It has no walls that you can see or find or dig through or dig under. You can’t even know for sure if the walls exist, yet you can’t escape. You can’t even see the bars, or know if they are there or not. You rarely see any guards, and can’t be sure if they exist either. When you were placed in this prison, nobody told you it was a prison, and you have lived your entire life in this prison and so know no other life. You may even think that you born in this prison. The prison has been your entire world, but you have never been outside, and know nothing about life outside the prison. The prison has been your only place of existence, and you have been tricked into believing that you weren’t in any prison at all, yet you were not free.
You and everyone you have ever known have been the victims of a great injustice, imprisoned although you committed no crime other than existing. For those who created the prison, existence alone is crime enough to imprison all of humanity forever…”

He leaned back then, his arms spreading as if to take in all of his surroundings.

“This entire world that you see around you is this prison. A prison for your mind with walls that you can not see, or touch, or feel…
You have been kept in a dream, where you are neither fully awake, nor are at this moment fully asleep, but you have been prevented from achieving your full potential. The guards for this prison will do anything to stop you escaping, even kill you, and they will kill you just as surely for knowing even a part of the truth.
We call this prison that you are in…the Weave, for it is a mesh woven from the fabric of reality, like a net, to keep you from waking up and seeing, or knowing , the Truth.”



OOC

KARINA AT THE HOTEL

By strange fortune, nobody else gets into the elevator all the way down, although there is a pair of white cotton panties in the corner of the elevator car. The smell of cheap perfume and feminine arousal is pungent in the air.

In the cool basement, when the doors open, Karina sees police cars arriving, and a large black sedan with two men wearing black suits within. There is a TV crew there as well, setting up. They see her.

“There she is!”, call out one of the camera men, turning his camera towards her, belatedly trying to switch it on and fumbling.

The hotel lobby also is becoming crowded with arriving reporters, and outside there are more arriving every minute. There are also some undercover police among those waiting in the lobby for some glimpse of Ms Karina Fiori. Late afternoon newspapers near the concierge’s desk are loudly proclaiming the news of Ms Fiori being investigated for tax evasion by the Italian government, and there are rumours of an ongoing investigation by Interpol regarding suspicious associates of hers.

One of the most popular late-night scandal-chaser TV shows has a team waiting for sight of her, but they have been forced by the request of the management to stay near the waiting area, not so close to the elevators or the entrance doors. The management and staff is in a fuss about it all, and many are running about as if on too many important errands simultaneously.

 

[Tanuki]

Karina Fiori in the hotel basement

Karina wrinkled her nose at the smell of cheap perfume that lingered in the sparkling clean elevator. Clean except for the pair of white panties on the floor, that is. It was her brand too, she realized, spotting the tiny purple brand label. Karina frowned, wondering. She was no longer sure what to believe, and she shook her head, adjusting the scarf that covered her breasts. Her nipples were a little too visible through the soft material, but it was better than being naked.

She drew in a deep breath as the elevator touched down at the basement with a ding. The doors opened and she leaned out tentatively to look for trouble.

An eruption of flashes blinded her. Reporters! And cops, everywhere! Oh damn, she thought, panicking. She had to run, and the only way seemed to be to the right, away from the parking area and all the people. Dashing out of the doors, she tried not to think about her skirt flopping up to reveal her bare ass. The cameras clicked away, as the girl ran down the hallway.

Karina kept running, though it was awkward in her high heeled Dolce & Gabanna footwear. At the end of the hallway was an opening, and she turned into the doorway, and immediately her feet whipped out from under her. Karina crashed to the wet ground--it was the kitchen, and the floor was slick with water as a young man was spraying the floor with a hose. Moving his head to the beat of headphones, he didn't even notice that his water spray was no longer hitting the floor, but instead was drenching a beautiful young woman dressed in only a scarf and cotton miniskirt.

"Oh my god!!" sputtered Karina, water raining down on her face and body. "You idiot, what are you doing??" she cried, but the young man wasn't even looking her direction, his hand absentmindedly holding the stream of water directed toward her.

Karina struggled to right herself, and ran back through the door to escape the water spray, but it was too late, she was drenched. She turned to her right and used both hands to push her dark wet hair out of her eyes. Then she gasped, for standing a few meters away was a grinning news camera man, his lens moving up from her soaked miniskirt to take in the scarf that clung damply to her hardening nipples.

Karina screamed.

 

[Silvergirl]

Natalie O’Reilly

Natalie wanted to watch the very cute Japanese highschool girl a lot more intensely, but following Dr Eon’s orders, she had other things to keep her busy. She tried to do both; chatting to Chris through the tiny mike and earpiece cellphone while keeping an eye on the younger girl.

“The boss wants you to look up any news reports or other possible leads for the whereabouts of Ms Fiori”, Natalie told Chris, “I’m thinking that maybe you should see if there’s any rumours about her being passed around by cellphone text messages too. That might be faster since she’s famous personality and we’re in Japan.”

Chris replied with slightly tinny voice through the earpiece, “Okay. I’ll do a search on those too then. I wouldn’t have thought of the cellphone angle.”

A little later when Dr Eon had given his monologue spiel, there was a musical tone in Natalie’s ear.

“Hi, Natalie”, said Chris on the earpiece, “You must have a talent for this. You should be doing the searches. I found Ms Fiori.”

“Where is she?”, Natalie asked impatiently.

“Back at her hotel”, Chris replied, “There were millions of text messages about her, but most of them said that she’d committed suicide.”

“Suicide?!”, Natalie exclaimed out loud, getting a worried look from Dr Eon.

“Don’t worry”, Chris explained, “It was only a rumour, probably deliberately passed around by Agents. Ms Fiori is presently back at her hotel, and she’s the centre of attention for a TV crew from one those tabloid journalism style shows. Great image too. Her clothes are all wet and they aren’t hiding a thing. There’s even a guy with a tiny digital camera trying to sneak around just now to get shots up her little skirt. Cool. No panties either! That was a great shot! Oops, looks like she’s seen him!”

Natalie stopped listening in disgust and turned to Dr Eon.

“Chris found Miss Fiori’s location”, Natalie told him, “She’s back at her hotel. He’s trying to find exactly where.”

Then Natalie whispered insistently into the lapel mike, “Chris! Where is she exactly?”