TIKI :

Miss Meganekko lowered the binoculars from her squinting eyes and pushed her cat-eyed rimmed glasses back down from her perspiring forehead onto the narrow brim of her small nose. From her vantage point up on the slight rise of thick vegetation covered out cropping the small glass and concrete building and its thin black top road immediately below her appeared devoid of life. She cast a gaze up at the bright tropical sun and then back down at the large brilliant blue expanse of flashing crashing ocean pounding into the rough hewn shore of black rock just beyond the small squat rectangular building. A few white clouds and cawing shore birds, nothing to indicate the brewing storm Miss Meganekko sensed just lurking beyond the horizon.

One lone car in the small blister of asphalt making up the buildings car park. A small boxy silver and white four door, it sat silently in the shimmering welter of the noonday sun a few steps from the mirrored glass front of the buildings apparent only entrance. “Only one way in, not good.” Miss Meganekko mumbled to herself. She slipped the binoculars back into her hand bag and placed the strap over her small shoulder. There was noting for it but to go down and check the place out up close. She gave one last look back behind her at her rented convertible jeep and slipped silently down the plant covered rocks to the one lane road bellow. The climb down was not long but as she was wearing white leather strap high heels it took her ten minutes and some near spills to navigate over the lush mix of bright green foliage and black razor sharp rocks. But soon she was out and on to the surface of the inky black ribbon of road her high heels clicking loudly as she shrugged off all pretense of subterfuge and walked brazenly up to the lone buildings singular glass door entrance.

She paused to glance over the small car and double checked the license plate numbers. There was no doubt it was the car she had tailed out of the city an hour earlier. She walked up to the buildings all glass door perched up on a single white concrete step. The back of the building facing the angry surf and the flat roof were all composed of white concrete but the other three sides of the small building were of steel frames housing mirrored glass broken up in square and rectangular patterns.

At the door she paused again and readjusted her white leather hand bag that hung heavy on her right shoulder as she took in her mirrored reflection. She was a young woman, in her late teens, tall of slender build, with long tanned limbs and a shapely torso. Her ebony hair was straight and fell in a black waterfall to the top of her full round proud buttocks. She wore cat eye thick glasses under her straight bangs and her small round slightly flat face atop her long graceful neck belied her sharp intelligence by some how conveying an almost constant state of bewilderment despite her conscious effort to counter this natural effect by her pursed full lips and frowning countenance of her large wide Polynesian eyes. She wore a small red dress that in the light off shore warm breeze did little to hide her tiny white panties or scarcely contained her large firm G-cup jiggling braless breasts.

Miss Meganekko smiled adoringly at her reflection and finding no door bell upon the all glass and steel framed surface surrounding the glass door knocked sharply with her small fist. The knuckles rapping made little sound in face of the roaring surf and after another more energetic attempt failed to bring any response she tried the doors brushed chrome handle and found the door was unlocked and opened easily to her prompting. With a few tentative ‘hellow’s the young vivacious woman entered the building and pulled the door shut behind her.

The large single room she found herself in was refreshingly air conditioned and in fact a might chilly to her tastes. It was also dim, lit only by the mirrored windows which despite covering three sides of the building were of such a nature that though the were mirrored only on the outside and allowed a person on the interior to easily see the exterior quiet well they were tinted and so only allowed a dim light to pass into the room. Though there was a large strip of frosted glass covered florescent lights running down the middle of the white concrete ceiling, Miss Meganekko could find no switch to turn them on. The entire small room seemed empty of any furnishings whatsoever and other than a small metal bar built into the back wall of white concrete had little other objects of distinction to note. The bar stools and the bottles of liquor one must assume had resided upon the long metal shelf had been removed and other than a sunken pit in the center of the room there was nothing else to be seen in the place.

Miss Meganekko walked to the center of the room to look more clearly at the sunken section of the building. It was a large rectangle section that dropped down a few feet rimmed by three descending stair steps that ran along the entire sides of the small pit. “Obviously a sunken living room of some kind.” She muttered and then frowned at the barren room around her. She had watched a man exit that car out there and then enter this building by the door she had just used not more than twenty minutes ago. So where was he? There must be some kind of hidden door. But where and how to trigger it? The floor seemed to be made out of the same white concrete as the back wall and roof and it appeared to be seamless. Her heels clattered around echoing loudly in the small building. If it were suppose to be a house or business building where are the kitchen or toilets? “This is most irritating!” the young woman crossed her arms under her heavy full bosom and tapped an agitated toe. It was then that she noticed that behind the long steel shelf of the bar at the back of the room was a mirror. The mirror ran from the underside of the bar shelf to the floor. In all the glass and steel walls and reflections she had failed to at first notice this additional reflective surface. The young raven haired woman walked quickly to the odd mirror, “Why put a mirror under the bar and not over it?” she mused to herself. She bent down and began looking more closely at the mirrored surface. While crouched down she caught something out of the corner of her eye and looking up saw that there was a small half sunken button under the lip of the metal bar shelf, “Bingo!”

The button activated the mirror just under the bar shelf as Miss Meganekko giggling expected and the glass panel slid soundlessly down revealing an opening leading into a small barren room. The young woman quickly slipped into it and stood up from her crouch as the small panel opening slid back up into place. The back side of the glass mirror was of the same white concrete as her new empty room was, a single naked bulb lit the room and there was a single metal door in the floor with a large handle and key hole that glittered under its garish glare. With another smirk the young woman reached into her hand bag and dug our her lock pick tools. She unzipped and opened up the set of picks and set to work on the key hole to the metal door. It wasn’t much of a lock and in a few minutes she had the door unlocked and with a grunt swung the metal hatch up where it clicked to hold its self open on its support braces. Tossing her lock picks back into her hand bag and with a slight ducking of her head Miss Meganekko made her way carefully down the dimly lit metal stair case freshly revealed bellow.

The stair case held no surprises and it dumped her off without incident into another concrete walled room but this one was full of crates and boxes. Piles of assorted junk and tools lay everywhere upon the crates and floor. After the two previous barren rooms the place felt almost congested. The room under closer inspection proved to be less a room than a long hallway and after winding her way through the maze of crates, Miss Meganekko found the expected metal door at its end. Once again her skill with her lock picks showed the doors lock to be no match for her and she tugged the stiff hinged portal aside. Beyond was yet another short box of a concrete room with an open spiral stair case leading down. This she followed down into an unlit small cylinder room. The only light came from the dim naked bulb that was directly above the opening in the ceiling from the spiral stair case above.

This latest room was small in diameter not more than a few meters at most radiating out from the central hand rail-less metal spiral stair case and its circular walls held only one door. Digging out a flash light from her hand bag Miss Meganekko flipped on the spot and panned it around her at the barren concrete walls. The air was heavy in here and felt smothering. She breathed deeply and walked up to the only door in the room. It was unlocked and swung easily back toward her, a solid concrete wall was directly beyond it! She lightly rapped the concrete just inches beyond the open metal door. It felt solid enough. She let go of the door and its firm spring hinges clanged it shut. Frowning she opened it again and pushed at the unyielding concrete and then let it slam shut again. Here was a puzzle. An empty room with a single door that lead no where. Miss Meganekko began to search about the rest of the room more carefully.

After continued frustration her light finally played upon the central metal pillar of the spiral stair case. On the back side of the support pillar she found a simple covering lid that snapped open revealing a panel of unlabeled buttons. With little choice she pressed one of the buttons and frowned at the subsequent whirling and light muffled grinding noise. But nothing seemed to change in the room its self. She pressed another button and then another. Other than more identical sounds there seemed to be no notable effect achieved by pressing the buttons. Exasperated she decided to try the lone metal door again. To her surprise opening the door revealed a simple long well lighted corridor lined with metal doors. Puzzled at first she suddenly perked up and dug out a tube of lip stick and made a small ‘A’ upon the floor of the corridor directly in front of the metal door she held open. Then she let the door slam shut and returned to the button panel here she selected a random button and waited for the muffled sounds to die down and opened the metal door again. Another identical corridor greeted her as before but her lip stick ‘A’ was no where to be seen? “It’s like some kind of spinning roundhouse train turnstile!” Miss Meganekko smiled to herself. But if each button spun the door to a different corridor of lined doors, how would she be able to tell which one the man she had followed her had taken?

In the end all she could do was trust to fate and enter one of the identical corridors at random. It wasn’t the kind of thing her precise deductive reasoning anal personality preferred but she passed through the spring hatch door way and let it snap shut behind her. She could always keep trying the various corridor options until she found a further clue. Or could she?! As she made her way down the narrow corridor toward the first door she heard the now distinctive sound of the huge lazy Susan turntable of the spiral staircase room shifting. She ran back to the snap hatch doorway but in horror watched it spin slowly out of sight leaving a concrete wall filling the open doorway slot. She was trapped now in this new corridor unless she could find some kind of control to bring that door back around to her?

The new corridor was made out of the same all white concrete and well lit by florescent bulbs sunk into the ceiling behind frosted panels of glass. It was lined by doors but these were of heavy decoratively carved dark wood with black iron handles, there were no switches upon the plain walls of the hallway but there were several small vents and out of these poured a reassuring fresh air. None of the irregularly set doors seemed to have any key holes or locks upon their surface. She tried the first door on her left and it opened into a medium sized room crammed with more crates and boxes much like the hall way/room she had discovered earlier now somewhere above her, and it came equip with another small vent that pumped and circulated fresh air. “At least I won’t suffocate down here now.” the young girl thought to herself as she closed the door and made her way to the next one.

All the rest of the doors lead to more storage rooms or what appeared to be fully furnished bed rooms with small single room toilets with standing showers but no intervening doors from the bed room to these little niches. It was like some kind of odd underground motel but decorated in an old world Spanish décor. The only exception to this was the last door on the right which opened into a small room full of electrical junction boxes and large cages of wire mesh housing switches and breakers. Cramped into the very back of this narrow room was a single metal desk with several computer towers gurgling away and a lone large cathode ray tube dusty monitor. A few minutes after turning on the monitor found a user friendly unrestricted access to a series of hidden cameras to the bed rooms she had just visited and simple command prompts for locking or unlocking all the doors individually or collectively (all the doors of course were currently in collective unlocked mode), turning on or off the water to the small niche toilets and showers and sink, adjusting lighting, controls for temperature, and for the air circulation, and a finial prompt which had the some what grisly option to add a list of odd chemical agents to the air supply of various rooms! And their water supply! Miss Meganekko eyed the long rows of olive air tanks with their white stenciled chemical names sitting ominously along the back wall all hooked up to more olive drab metal hoses that lead into a jumble of metal boxes.

Miss Meganekko keyed off the computer monitor. This was lovely but wasn’t going to get her out of this dead end trap of a corridor. She had seen nothing on the screen pop-ups that suggested an option for recalling the spinning door way back to her hallway? She rapped her long nails upon the metal desks surface and then pulled the small roller chair out of the way as she prepared to search the desk, but stopped suddenly and looked up directly above the desk. It was another air duct vent, but where the others had been little more than a foot square this one was quiet large. “I could fit inside of that,” she mused and climbed up on to the surface of the desk top.

The vent grill was directly over the desk pointing down before the large duct work rose up in its supports and bent back at an angle into the wall. There were several screws holding the grill covering over the large opening and after a careful study she began digging in her hand bag for her tools.

Just then she heard the now familiar low rumbling of the spiral stair case room moving the sound carrying through the duct above her and then the loud popping snap of the metal door of her corridor slamming shut followed by a new sound of what could only be lazy sliding foot steps scrapping down the corridor. She shot an instinctive wide stare at the door to her room. The handle turned and the door opened.

The rotund man with arms full of paper sacks sat down his burden upon the desk and began rummaging through the white sacks pulling out white Styrofoam clam shell trays of food and plastic forks and paper napkins. He stopped as his eyes fell upon a lone small black metal sheet screw lying upon the center of his desk. He picked it up and rolled it around his fingers. He looked up at the large grill screened duck above him and peered at the screws holding the grill in place. One did seem to be missing. He looked back at the screw and then up at the duct and then a large metal air canister came crashing down on his head and he slumped forward unconscious upon the desk and food.

Miss Meganekko searched the fat squat man but found little of interest in his pockets. He was apparently unarmed but on his belt she found a small electric box with a screen and key pad. She took it and after tying the man up with a combination of his own belt and his torn clothing she left the room.

Back out in the hallway standing in front of the concrete covered portal opening she keyed buttons until the room beyond whirled and soon enough the metal door slid sideways into view. She quickly pushed it open and stepped back into the empty spiral staircase room. Something about the back of the small black box had given her an idea when she had studied it back in the small computer room and she now walked over to the main support pillar of the spiral stair case and flipped open the hinged panel revealing the set of numberless buttons. Sure enough the back of the box fit easily in the open socket of exposed electronic contact points just bellow the buttons and after a moments boot-up the blank display panel on the box now presented a list of named locations. With a smirk Miss Meganekko scrolled down until the line of descriptive words saying; ‘Command Center’ was highlighted and she pressed the send button. There was a warning prompt pop-up about necessary security clearance but when she pressed the over ride go a head a metal door suddenly sealed off the open top of the spiral stair case leading above and then the entire room began to slowly spin. This time she could tell not only was the room slowly spinning around but one could sense that it was descending as well! The entire room was slowly spiraling downward!

After a few heart pounding minutes the room stopped and the box stopped blinking red and lit up green. Miss Meganekko removed the box from its slot and walked over to the single metal door and pulled it open. Beyond was a large metal catwalk that spanned out into a well lit hallway. The only door was a sliding glass door at its very distant end. She let the door snap shut behind her and half way down the metal gang way she could hear the spiral stair case room begin corkscrewing its way back up from where she came leaving her stranded at what must have been several hundred meters under ground?!

The two glass doors slid open at a simple green key pad button press and she passed through them into what was in all appearances a normal high rise office building?! Carpeted floors, fake wood panel doors set in flimsy looking white spackled walls, even ugly pointless abstract large prints under expensive glass and chrome frames, it could have been any corporate office building anywhere in the world. The only thing missing was people. There where even plastic plants book ending a single elevator with fake wood grain doors that only offered a choice of three floors all of them lower than the one she was on. A metal door leading to a stair well was just beyond this also leading down and fire axes and a fire hose and fire extinguishers and plush funky white spongy chairs with low fake wood coffee tables with magazines and more fake plants. The ‘Command Center’ seemed to be deserted? And seemed to be composed entirely of small cubical offices with desks and computers and file cabinets but no people. But there was a small open niche of a break room with fresh coffee brewing and a box with a few still warm doughnuts still in it on the counter next to the sink and the trash cans were half full with empty creamer plastic tear top cups and crushed foam cups and wads of paper towels. There were several people here, somewhere, but where had they all gone? The empty rooms and square cornered hallways seemed to form a basic rectangle shape leading back to the twin glass doors she had entered previously. There were a few dead ends but the place could be covered in a brisk pace in less than fifteen minutes. Her second search through she went into a few of the offices, no family photos, but lots of pictures, no diplomas but small fridges full of bottled water and snacks. “Where is everybody?” it was on the second walk through that she found the dead end hallway that in fact lead to the large open platform wooden and steel steps leading not down but up.

This new floor seemed to be at an angle from the previous one, up and back. The short broad stair case spanning from wall to wall terminated into a series of hallways made entirely out of mirrored glass. The floor was the familiar white concrete again with a metal grating sitting slightly raised above it. But the hallways meandering walls were of sheets of mirrored glass and there was no sign of an opening or a doorway anywhere?! She soon found herself lost in the odd maze of seemingly pointless corridors. She placed a cautious palm on one of the walls of glass mirrors and felt a distinct vibration through the glass. She pressed her ear against the wall and could make out a non-sensible murmur of low humming. “Voices?” she wondered, “Or machines?” . She continued along the mirrored hallways stopping again and again to press up against the glass and listen. At the intersection of each hallway junction she made a small lipstick arrow head and moved on still searching for the illusive opening.

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The thin man in the expensive suit continued his report to the room full of thin men in expensive suits. No one smoked and only a few glasses of orange juice and bottles of water sat upon the heavy expensive long lily pad slightly irregular shaped table. Most of the men where slumped in their high backed expensive chairs and a few chewed on expensive ball point pens as they shuffled through presentation folders.

“The initial reports of our seeding the selected ocean beds with the new crop of Soma seaweed from which several highly profitable drugs are being harvested are very positive. We should be generating a cash crop of roughly a million pounds of a year from these fields. About four or six harvests, depending on mother nature. That in turn should after further processing result in product generating retail sales of six to seven million capital a year, gross. It’s not as lucrative and is much more cost heavy than our other operations, but long term goals should be very doable and I see no reason to cringe at the increased set up cost of the next phase of this operation.”

“Interference?” A strong jawed Asian raised a finger from his chin to his temple and tilted his head at the middle age man giving his report.

“The local authorities have already been legally bought and paid for thanks to the new ‘campaign finance laws’ that we had passed. And the military are like wise under our influence, the Navy its self neither possesses the man power nor the equipment to hassle the area even if they wanted to break our general deal and do so. Local tourists simply end up snack food for our little bio-weapon guards, and thanks for the Bio-Weapon division for coming up with them for us.” The man nodded at another older man in glasses who smiled and nodded back. “Truly outstanding work.”

“Masks?” the strong jawed man asked tapping the finger tip against his heavily grayed short hair line.

“The only super heroine who gives the oceans a thought is Nautica. And as far as we can tell she is busy with her webbed hands full with the seeping oil pipe lines in the gulf and artic regions and of course thanks again to Bio-Weapons division keeping her MEN in cages! Ha!’

“If only we knew why the mutating agent did not work on the female Meramaidens?” the glasses wearing man shrugged.

“Regardless I think this new project should advance into its next stage and as I said the slight increase in funding due to the usual kinks in venturing in such a large scale new enterprise are not so-” the man stopped dead and with his mouth still open stared past the group of men at the table to the back of the room where a figure was pressing its self against the glass wall.

One by one the men turned in their chairs and stared at the young woman who was inching along the glass wall pressing her ear and her body flatly against it.

“What is she doing?” one man finally asked out loud.

“Listening.” another added.

“Can she hear us?” a third chimed in.

“No,” the man giving his report stated quietly. “The rooms are all sound proof. She is probably hearing the slight rattle the glass gives off in its frames from the vents circulating air.”

“Who is she?” The strong jaw man asked.

The woman was pressing her body so hard up against the glass that it had caused her breasts to spill out of her tight short red dress, so her nipples rubbed along the glass wall as she inched along listening.

“HEY!” a man suddenly shot up in his chair, “that’s that Miss Meganekko chick!” the man was Asian but had permed his hair into a curly mop top and dyed it a ginger color. His suit was just as expensive as the others but was garish in checks and loud splashy accents. He leapt to his feet and pushed up his yellow tinted large lens sun glasses.

“Are you sure?” another man asked.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m sure. That’s the chick alright.” the curly haired man raced up to the glass wall and began pressing his face up against hers and then bent over and looking with a smile back at the table of men began to lick at the nipple sliding across the other side of the one way mirrored glass wall. He started to laugh at his antics and smiled broadly. “She’s not bad eh?”

“Who is she?” the strong jawed man was now pulling his finger tip up and down the side of his face and having turned his chair around to view the girl was bouncing his left foot of his crossed leg slightly.

“Ah, er, just some teacher chick.” The ginger haired man put his sunglasses back on and stepped away from the glass wall.

“Explain.” The strong jawed man’s eyes had taken on a snake like sheen of icy coldness.

“Well my boys were told to get some more girls for that Sheik Yourackahs. You know a lot more than the usual quota we pull in and luckily he wasn’t demanding Aphrodite gene girls or we would have had to run the gauntlet of Delta City masks.” He made fists and started shadow boxing his little yellow driving gloves darting around him until he threw a mock slow motion punch at the young woman and mouthed a ‘POW!’ he turned smiling and then continued his story, “Well as we were on the islands we just grabbed several hottie school girls who were on this like field trip thing. You know, they were at this archeological dig at one of the smaller islands in the chain. Anyway their teacher was that chick there! This Miss Meganekko! She has been trying to find them ever since. But that was like three weeks ago and all those babies are long gone! Crated up and shipped away! So no worries!”

“No worries?” the strong jawed man watched the thin large busted girl round the corner of the glass wall and disappear from sight.

“I always found the white slavery division to be more a liability than an asset.” the man giving his report added dryly.

“Now hold on!” the ginger haired man fumed jabbing a finger at the tall man who folded his arms in response and leaned back on one foot.

“The white slavery department has been a staple of our holdings in this company for over three hundred years. And they have always turned a profit. Unlike some departments.” another man at the table added dryly.

The strong jawed man raised an eyebrow at this and looked at the reddening faced man who was giving the report. “Well lets see that our visitor is well taken care of, before she wanders into the lower level labs and releases something nasty with teeth that eats us all for lunch.” the man rose abruptly amidst soft uneasy laughter and walked out of the room trailed by two assistants who had stood the entire time in the shadows of the rooms one of two open side doors.

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Miss Meganekko had happened upon yet another intersection of hallways. A junction of four hallways rather than the more usual ‘T’-intersections she normally had faced. She bent over at the waist and made her usual small arrow head or bottomless triangle with her pink shale tube of lip stick. As she did so an entire panel of glass wall slide soundlessly up behind her and the ginger haired man slipped out into the hallway. Another panel slid up also unnoticed at a right angle to this further down the hallway and another man slipped out from it and crept toward her un-expecting form.

Suddenly the ginger haired man smiling stopped just short of Miss Meganekko and turned his back to her and bent over at the waist and looked at her from between his legs. He slid his hands up from his calves and grabbed his checked pants covered buttocks with his yellow driving gloves and began to pull and push his ass cheeks together as if they were a mouth talking as she loudly spoke; “Why hello there Miss Meganekko! What a pleasant surprise to see you here! I always know it‘s you from your ‘SMILE‘!”

Miss Meganekko looked from her lip stick marking up and back between her straddled legs and short red dress to see the ginger haired man who had been driving the white four door car she had tailed from the city! He let go of one of his buttocks and waved a hand to her from between his legs and blew a raspberry with his tongue while shaking his other ass cheek violently. She stood up and spin toward the man and in doing so she caught sight of the other man encroaching on her now twisted body torso left. She readjusted her legs and instinctively stepped back from the threatening man who continued to close in on her left.

The ginger haired man who was the closer to her bent his upper body back up right and twisted his upper torso toward her but left his lower half facing away from her and pointed a yellow gloved finger at her. “You know. I think you have been following me, teach. I bet you want to help me with my homework. Am I right?” Miss Meganekko continued to ease back and dug frantically in her large white shoulder handbag purse, whipping out a .38 snub nose revolver. The man on her left continued his steady slow advance his hands still held before him but his impassioned face now took on an ugly grimace at the sudden sight of the firearm. The ginger haired man laughed at the sight of the sidearm. “And you brought a GIFT! Not as nice as some of mine,” he reached into his jacket and removed a submachine gun from a shoulder holster and pointed up at the roof shaking it. “But it IS the thought that counts.”

Miss Meganekko found herself rapidly pointing her pistol at one and then the other of the two men when suddenly a large hand grabbed her wrist from behind and a sickly sweet cloying reeking rag was clamped down over her nose and mouth. “Chloroform!” her mind raced but her knees were already buckling and her eyes were dimming fast.

Her mind felt like it was half swimming half floating on a raft of crumbling sod in an ocean of mud. Sounds and voices intermingled and light both took on shape and dissolved it on a blow torch numbing vortex of oozing wind. It took several attempts but finally Miss Meganekko ebbed back into memorable consciousness. Her mind retaining the senses open wine bottle glug glug pouring through her glass body. She was lying on a cold metal grate covered floor, a concrete floor was a few centimeters bellow that. She pulled her self into a crumpled sitting position. Her wrists and ankles were bound, with some kind of tape with metal wires embedded in the tape to make tearing or snapping it virtually impossible. They had bound her wrists in front of her instead of behind her back so sitting up and moving was much easier for her once her head stopped spinning. A dry acidic burning in her mouth and nasal passage and her lungs felt tight and raspy, “that would be the knock out gas.” she nodded at her returning memory.

She was naked. No surprise there. There appeared to be some small drops of milk on her ruddy ever erect nipples. “I’ve been milked?” in the corner of the very small room was an ominous leather chair with restraints and several cups and tubes running to machines and tanks. A short table sat beside that. A midst the items on the table was a small white box with a suction cup and read outs. One of some super villain nut job back in the states, Booby Trap? gadgets. It was suppose to be able to read the presence and the amount there of, of Aphrodite gene cells in a woman’s breast tissue. A wand that one could wave over a clothed woman’s breasts and tell the same thing though much less accurately hung from a hook on the wall next to the sealed and no doubt locked solitary door to the small room. A large computer screen readout above the empty chair was telling the other than her empty room that her milk was grade 11.35%. What ever that meant? The scale seemed to go to 15%. It also had several other graphs and numbers but she had no idea what they meant. The chair had several additional sexual devices incorporated into its base design and from the tenderness in her pussy and her weakened exhausted state and the enormous still dripping ribbed dildo perched on the mechanical arm jutting up between the now empty chairs thigh straps she would guess that she had been raped good and hard by the machine in order to trigger her lactation. A flashing readout stated her over all sexual abilities as “Exceptional!” She blushed at that, “well of course honey. I’m Miss Meganekko!” She smiled to herself and then shook her still dazed head and set to work to free herself and escape from this place.

Struggling up to her knees she could see her glasses on the table next to the “BOOBY-TRAP GENE COUNTER MACH #4” labeled white box Aphrodite gene measuring machine. “The ego of these super villains!” she thought and used the table to help pull herself up onto wobbly feet. Being “cuffed” at the ankles meant she would have to hop around the small room but it sure beat being hogtied as she had been from a previous brief encounter with the ginger haired man. She left her glasses for now on the table. She needed them only to see things over a distance of several meters as her eye sight wasn’t that bad, and the room was smaller than the limits of her vision.

Her hand bag was on the floor in the corner of the room. It’s contents spilled out over much of the floor. It had been ransacked and thoroughly searched. She hopped to it using her hands on the wall for support against her large breasts cantilevering effect to her still wonky balance. She bent over at the waist and began to search through the handbags contents. There was no surprise in finding the .38 gone or her lock picks or her little bundle of hand tools or her cell phone or the small camera or… well, most of the stuff had been removed and apparently taken from the room but the most important item still remained!

Miss Meganekko was an archeologist by trade. Her brilliant mind and singular dedication to her subject and craft had mad her rapidly one of the brightest stars in the highly competitive field. She had made her specialty the digging and searching for the lost ruins of almost vanished civilizations of the oceanic cultures. Buried under harden lava flows or encroaching ocean or thick jungle growth, she had dug and scrapped and braved thousands of hardships and near death encounters to uncover some of the more startling discoveries in the last ten years! She had revolutionized the theories of Polynesian settlement and tribal culture and had done for the islands myths and histories what Jane Goldall had done for the chimps!

Recently she had been working on an exceptional dig on one of the smaller remote islands, little more than an atoll, the dig was showing this had once been an enormous island with huge stone buildings and complex settlements several thousand years ago! It was here that for funding purposes she was often visited by young women studying at the mainland high school and college university. A small group of fifteen such young women had been staying at the dig site for a one week visit and internship when the ginger haired man and his vile white slaver henchmen had attacked them in the remote atoll and taken them all captive! Miss Meganekko had just managed to escape but had been knocked unconscious in the process, when she had come to, the slavers and the girls were all gone.

The authorities had seemed almost blasé about the entire shocking affair and even the families hired privet detectives had seemed more interested in cashing their incoming checks then finding any leads to the captured women’s whereabouts! Miss Meganekko had left the dig site and gone on the white slavers trail! The trail was cold but the kidnappers had become brazen with their bought officials and untouchable status. It hadn’t taken her long to stumble across them again and again as they continued to ply their trade up and down the sea board.

It had been during her initial escape from the white slavers that she had fell crashing into one of the digs tunnel pits and been left for dead by the white slavers, that she had found the mask.

And there it was now, lying still half in the purse left behind as worthless junk. The wooden mask was so old that its surface seemed to be made of stone. Miss Meganekko picked up the mask in her bound hands and carefully turned it over and over again. The surface was deeply cracked and the once brightly painted grotesque face was now faded and worn back down to an almost gray sheen. It reminded her of all the witch doctor masks she had seen in Africa which made it all the stranger to find it thousands of miles away on a remote island in the pacific. From her other studies of the dig she knew that the mask had once been worn by the leader of the all woman society that had once thrived on the island and ruled a hundred more islands all around it!

Taking a deep breath Miss Meganekko carefully placed the mask over her face. There was a flash of ochre light and there where a bound Miss Meganekko had once slumped now an unbound Tiki proudly stood! The costume transformation always stunned her for a second or two. Just the shear feeling of immense power that flowed through her body when she became the Tiki left her giddy! It was only the sixth time she had put on the mask and summoned her super heroine identity as the Tiki and it still took some getting use to!

The costume consisted of the mask its self, which as long as it remained in contact with her face gave her incredible powers! However it was surprisingly easy to remove or knock off as it was only held on by some kind of invisible bond between her and it that took some conscious effort on her part to maintain, and a small thin leather strap that slipped over her head. If she was distracted enough then the only thing holding that mask and its powers to her was the simple and easily undone leather thong. Besides the mask there were body paint markings that mysteriously appeared and changed based on what powers she was using the most of at the time, and there were ankle and wrist bracelets and very small grass?! mini-skirt that seemed to do little to cover her, eh, otherwise naked girly parts down there! Besides this the only other note worthy item was the almost comical coconut bra! Unfortunately who ever her predecessors was, she must have been a rather flat chested woman, as the small coconuts and their thin leather straps did little but cover up the new Tiki’s nipples! They would have slipped off at the first serious jog, but luckily Miss Meganekko had very large very puffy baby bottle nipples and they swelled up and filled the inside of the coconuts creating a suction that kept the hairy shell bra in place! In fact so much larger was the new Tiki’s breasts that the raw hide strap that should have gone around her back and over her shoulders instead went under her breasts and over her breasts! The coconut bra was literally tied to her huge slightly banana shaped tits!

The powers of the mask were varied and she was still learning them. But the mask seemed to know what she might need when the moment arrived and then she remembered that power and used it sometimes a touch more creatively at a latter date. When threatened the mask tended to resort to a default power of summoning a large rather fragile looking palm frond woven shield that was in fact almost indestructible, and a simple wooden spear tipped with a razor sharp point. When thrown the spear never missed its target and she could re-summon the spear back to her hand. There was only one spear and one shield though and if she lost them or say used the spear to anchor a rope or pin the arm of a man by his coat sleeve to a wall and had to leave it there, then there was no way to summon another to take its place. However each new transformation from Miss Meganekko back into Tiki reset all her powers and thus gave her access to a new fresh spear and shield if she had dropped or lost the others, as the spear could not be re-summoned back to her hand if dropped or kicked out of her hand, it only returned if it was thrown and only if it had hit its intended target, this then proved invaluable! This in turn wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t that the mask seemed to have a set amount of power at the beginning of a transformation, like a shallow well that filled very slowly, and once she had drained it dry the mask fell from her face and would not re-bond with her until its slowly filling power had slept and refilled to some unfathomable point. She could transform into the Tiki roughly once a day and wear the mask depending on the powers she used for about sixteen hours!

With the mask on her strength and healing and agility were greatly increased! As she now proved by walking over to the locked door and pealing it back from its hinges until there was a large enough rent to allow her to pass!

Before leaving the small room Tiki used one of her coolest powers, she opened the little pouch that appeared with her costume and began putting all her Miss Meganekko belongings that the white slavers had left behind including her handbag and glasses into the pouch at her hip. The pouch mouth would stretch to almost any size and it seemed unlimited in what it could hold. The only draw back was that whatever weight she put into it she then had to carry. So while she could have, say dismantled the milking/sex machine in the corner which she now noticed also had a ‘Booby Trap’ manufacturing label on it, and easily put each piece one by one into the small pouch she then would have had to pick up and carry the entire weight of the machine, probably around seven hundred pounds on her body. Even with her greatly increased strength she would have felt that!

Now with the little of her personal effects the white slavers had left her, safely stashed away in her pouch, Tiki stepped through the door into the brightly lit hallway beyond. This was not the mirrored hallway that she had been captured in nor was it the lower hallways of office cubicles nor was it the concrete Spanish décor holding rooms. No this was yet something new. A gang way of all metal led a short distance to join with more gang ways and several metal buildings and a few of the ubiquitous concrete squat structures. But the most notable difference was the fact that all these structures and walkways were located in what looked to be a huge cave of black churned lava stone. The irregular ropy obsidian surfaces melded with the still shadows and made the accurate judging of distances impossible. The white concrete buildings had been set upon the larger outcroppings of jagged black stone while huge metal supports webbed to hold up the walk ways and metal buildings dozens of meters off the twisted inky floor bellow.

Tiki looked about the maze of gang ways and the split levels of buildings. The only lighting in the cave seemed to be a single naked bulb above each buildings doorway. “This could take some time!” She concentrated and two small black creatures with short limbs and masks for bodies appeared. “Totems, go find a way out of this cave!” Instantly one raced off on short stubby limbs. The other sprouted wings and with a hopping uneven lurch sprang up into the air and flapped off into an arch. Totems could be useful she had a flying totem that was half bat half bird (which she had just summoned and used), a turtle/warthog totem that made a great defense shield for holding a doorway from attackers but moved very slowly, a short gecko/snake totem which could climb about anything but had little attacking or defensive force (which she had just summoned and used), a fish/shark totem which could swim in and under water, and a short warrior totem who would appear with shield and spear. The last was very useful for attacking a group of adversaries but couldn’t follow orders well or do much but attack until he was destroyed. Once destroyed or summoned and then disbanded a totem could not be called upon again until she had transformed back into Miss Meganekko and the mask left to rest for many hours and then a transformation back into Tiki of course. Summoning totems used up a lot of her power and summoning up all of them at once would basically use up every drop she had and cause the mask to fall off her face and the summoned totems to vanish in a puff of black smoke.

Tiki began to cautiously wander around the ill lit cave and noted there were few security cameras in place. Most of them were in the higher levels of the maze of metal staircases and walkways. Suddenly the bat/bird totem appeared at her side. It had found an opening high above that lead to a tunnel crevice that in turn lead to a small opening on a cliff facing a hundred meters above the ocean and some jagged looking rocks. This wasn’t quiet useful at the moment since she was determined to find and stop the ginger haired man and his goons before leaving but it did give her an apparently unguarded and perhaps unknown exit entrance to the subterranean cave where the slavers had apparently built their secret base. Since a summoned totem slowly drained her power, Tiki dismissed the flying creature and it vanished in a poof of black silicate smoke. A few more buildings crept past and the gecko appeared slithering at her feet. The totem had found a bank of elevators up and to her right that were guarded by three men in combat/riot gear and armed with shotguns and pistols. There were also three more small groups of similarly dressed men between her and the elevators and many of the upper buildings/shacks above her and between the bank of elevators were occupied with unarmed workers. Tiki took this in and then dismissed the gecko/snake which vanished into a cloud of black sandy smoke.

Tiki summoned her spear and shield and headed stealthily past the occupied buildings and toward the first group of armed guards. There were two of them and they had their riot helmets off and were drinking coffee out of foam cups and reading the newspaper while chatting about sports and dumb ass politicians. Tiki had another trick up sleeves, well so to speak as her costume had no sleeves of course. With another moment of concentration Tiki summoned two small squat black rock looking totems that had a hollow cylinder for a body instead of the usual mask. Each had a large goat skin stretched across its top and carried large crude sticks in their thin long hands. Tiki sent them scurrying on their short stubby legs and they raced their way back down the winding walkways until arriving at the destination she had selected. There they stopped and began to beat upon their heads. The living tom-tom drums made a loud deep booming sound and often provided the perfect distraction. Sure enough the two startled men donned their helmets and with some curious workers exiting their shacks in tow sprinted off in search of the source of the noise.

With the two guards gone Tiki found it easy to creep past their unoccupied post and rush up the stair case beyond to the next level. Two shotgun blasts rang out bellow her and the two living drum heads disappeared in a flash of smoke. “Oh well, they had gotten her past the first obstacle and she still had her shield and spear for the remaining two on her way to the guarded elevator banks.”

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The ginger haired man was tired of always being looked down upon by the other department heads. He and his boys brought in the steady cash flow and were always the ones asked to crank it up a notch for increased funds for the other departments ‘research’ or ‘expansion’, but did he get any respect? No! They treated him like he was some kind of slime of scum?! How can men who market and sell drugs to kids! Look down on him! It was because he was ‘old school’! No one looked at white slavers as they now did at all these gizmo based crimes, crimes which had for the most part been made legal by bought and sold politicians. Slavery once had been legal and white slavery that is the procurement of young hotties for forced sexual slavery had been well almost legal. But now it was more a fringe industry, you couldn’t out right buy a ‘law’ to do it mainstream like you could the raping of the planets resources or the stripping of the middle classes workers labor rights. It upset him that he was always being cast as the unclean one of the company, the skeleton in the closet. Hell ever since the porn industry had gone belly up for the company because all the young girls started putting themselves on the internet banging cock for free! The entire sex based departments had soured in the eyes of the upper honchos. It just wasn’t fair!

He and his men ran a lot more risks than a lot of those clowns, every time they were out there scoring another hottie for the cause, there were the Masks! You could destroy a planet out of big business wall street greed, strip its entire labor force of any and all rights, have hurricanes and earth quakes topple entire nations into homeless rubble and impoverished ruin, and nothing! But yank one little cock hungry horny slut off the streets into a van and WHAMQ! A dozen super heroines were kicking in your teeth via your ass! And that was part of it too. No other department in the company drew the attention of the Masks like the white slaver division did. “They live in fear that some Mask chasing after a shipment of teen girls is going to stumble across one of their other ‘ventures’ and get tangled up in that!” It was a fear not without warrant. As the recent arrival of the teacher had pointed out. “OH yeah, he would hear about that one for months to come!” A bimbo wandering the hallways of the ‘secret’ island base. Geeesh! He just couldn’t catch a break sometimes. And they wouldn’t bother to see how it all turned out for good. How he now had some more Aphrodite milk for their research or to sell on the black market or how he could sell her at the drop of the hat to any of his middle east contacts for her weight in gold! No! none of them would even mention that! Bastards!

The ginger haired man stopped up short. He was in the upper ‘secret’ base garage tunnel leading out into one of the down town parking garages. He wasn’t about to return up through the tunnel network to his car parked by the empty beach house. He was certain that was were the teach had spotted him and followed him down into the secret base. No telling if she had half a dozen cops hidden in the bushes just waiting for him to wander out and pick him up as he headed to his car. No he would send one of his men latter tonight to pick up the car and bring it back to the hotel, for now he would just exit out the secret door to the downtown parking garage and leg it back to his hotel suite. But a sudden movement amongst the parked limos and sports cars of the hidden section of the company’s parking garage had him stopped dead in his tracks. He instinctively reached into his jacket and removed the submachine gun from its shoulder holster.

He took a few cautious steps forward and then about leapt out of his orange crepe sole shoes as a limo honked behind him. The ginger haired man moved to the side to allow the limo to pass but it stopped when the last of the long train of passenger windows was even with him. This last mirrored window slowly slid silently down. The ginger haired man watched his own smiling face erase away along the razor sharp line of the glass panel edge to reveal the strong jawed man’s impassioned face.

“When you have secured your problem and ascertained that it is working alone and our situation here has not been compromised, then turn it over to the bio-weapons division. I would prefer to simply destroy it but it has been impressed upon me that there may be some value in its temporary use in said division.” The strong jawed man stared unflinching at the ginger haired man who was still holding his sub machinegun up in the air.

“The teach isn’t a Mask. She has high concentrations of Aphrodite genes in her breast tissue and milk, but they remain dormant and show no signs of having ever been active. And she is utterly alone. No one is going to come looking for her.” the ginger haired man continued to smile broadly.

“I read your incomplete file report and the raw computer data. I am aware of this.” the voice from the darkened limo could have been a voice from the grave.

“Shame to waste all of that potential Aphrodite gene milk. Even an unawakened gene with that much content, that high a ratio of presence, is worth considerable money on the market. A few thousand a gallon, easily. Bother to process it a little, and double the sum.” The ginger haired man offered with an even wider smile.

“I feel safer with it placed in the hands of the bio-weapons division. They are more adapt at keeping things… secure.” the window started to slowly crawl up.

“Her price on the auction block would be considerable. It would be a crime to let all that talented flesh go to waste, tossed into those crazy loons meat grinders.” The ginger haired man watched the lower face of the strong jawed man disappear. The window stopped just under those cold snake like eyes and revealing his own reflection, headless, cut off at the neck.

“I won’t have a ticking time bomb of a potential mask wandering around the hallways. Just bundle it up and get it out of the ‘A’ cave network and over to the more secure ‘C’ caves of the bio-division. They will take over responsibility for it. I have made my decision.” the window once more started its slow ascent, “oh, and one more slip up and you will be transferred to the bio-weapon department as well.” The window clicked shut and the limo whisked off and around the corner of the secret parking garage.

The ginger haired man shook his up raised submachine gun, “bye!” Then he returned his attention to the shadows lining the far wall of the secret garage. There were six cars parked in the dim angled damp concrete recess and he snuck up to them with half bent torso toe treading stealth of a trained hunter. Rounding the nose of the autos he found no body but two small bare foot prints in the damp chalky dust. He could think of only one woman who would be barefoot in the facility and his smile turned into a grimace as beads of sweat formed on his temples and forehead. He had seen a shadow creep along the wall earlier, just for a second, it had been several hundred meters farther down the garage, near the stairwell exit entrance. These tracks must have been made earlier, before he had even exited the elevator at the other far end and entered the three level secret garage. “She must be moving along the peripheral of the garage.” he thought and eyed the far door to the stairwell. “Did she enter the stairwell?” He would have had his back to that area when he turned around and spoke to the man in the limo. “Or did she follow the car park on up to its last level and the car elevators there that would let the limo ride up and out either into the privet section of the cities parking garage or into and then out of the car dealership/mechanics garage next door…. There are two guards at the car elevator. If she followed the limo on up and around, they would surely have seen her. And there was no gunfire coming from up there. So… the stairs then?”

He kept to the shadows fringing the edge of the parked cars and following her most probable track. An occasional bare foot print in the dust rewarded his reasoning. But as he neared the steel door to the stairwell he paused. Half against the wall like this, pinned in on the other side by cars, well it gave her an opportunity to ambush him and voided out his advantage of fire power. He slipped between the cars out into the very middle of the garage and dropped rapidly to his stomach and looked all around him for any crouching naked bodies half hidden behind a car wheel or lying under a car. Nothing. He got back up to his feet and continued a stealthy head on a swivel approach to the door to the stairwell exit.

The door had a fire door push lock bar and it opened with a loud metal rasping pop when pressed and pushed. The stairwell beyond lead only up and was empty. A single zigzagging flight of metal stairs lead up to a lone metal door. This was a single metal door and it opened by pressing a nearby unlocking switch and pushing it firmly open it swung slowly outward. It opened into a tiny dirty little office. The office of the garage head mechanic for the car dealer/mechanic shop. The cinder block walled room was empty except for the piles of books and magazines and file cabinets and the small desk with its phone and dingy computer. The ginger haired man slipped out of the opening of the door, the other side had a heavy looking metal cabinet attached to it that held shelves and racks crammed with oily overalls and a lunch box and such. He pushed the cabinet back against the wall until it clicked.

He seldom used this entrance/exit and was trying to remember what exactly lay immediately beyond the sole door to the room, an old wooden door with a frosted glass panel set in its middle, and whether it would be wise or not to holster his weapon? A hallway or the mechanics bays of the garage its self? He slipped his firearm back into its bulky shoulder holster and opened the door. It was a hallway of cheap carpeting and four more doors lining the sides, with a dead end containing a candy vending machine and a soda vending machine. At the other end of the hallway was a metal door with a glass panel and through the glass panel he could see and hear the mechanics air compressors and the mechanics them selves talking and listening to music while working on cars raised up on hoists.

When he had first saw the foot print he had been relieved that it had been human, his queasy fear of something escaping from the bio-weapons lab naturally being a fear many felt when startled any where on the island. But then when he realized that the only female who could have made it had to be HIS teach! Well the uneasy fear had returned only laced with anger and anxiety. He needed to find her and deal with her fast! She had obviously entered the stairwell. He would have seen her at any point along the way, so she had to be somewhere beyond this office. She had to have opened this door and stepped out into this hallway just as he had done. But now what? Had she raced down the hallway and out into the mechanics bays? She had a good fifteen minute head start on him, but she would have been traveling more slowly, more cautiously. Had she picked up the phone in the office and called the police? Hmmmm, if she had burst into the mechanics bays they would have notified their boss and he the secret base etcetera and besides the occasional figure he could make out through the glass in the far door did not look like it had seen a naked hot teenager come running through the door from their break room and offices in the past ten minutes.

He stopped at the first door and tried the handle. A janitors closet. Small crammed with cheap looking yellow plastic mop buckets, cheap yellow ‘danger wet floor’ signs, cleaners, a small ladder, electrical cords, and a pair of grimy overalls. “Had she grabbed a pair of overall’s? Was she no longer naked? In a pair of overall’s she might have raced past the mechanics or simply walked past them and out one of the open garage doors. In which case he was losing valuable time here!”

He closed the janitors closet and walked over across to the other side of the hallway to the next door. It opened into a small store room, stacks of file boxes, and plastic totes, and junk. He closed the door and made his way to the next door once again down and on the opposite side of the hallway. This opened into a small employee break room, cheap cabinets, cheap Formica counter with simple sink, a coffee pot nearly empty burning the bottom black on a electric burner. Piles of Styrofoam cups, a beat up refrigerator, a wobbly table, some scratched plastic chairs, newspaper, magazines, over flowing trash can… no naked chick. He shut the door and moved on to the next door way. It opened into a hallway. The hallway ran a short distance then turned at an abrupt right angle back away from the garage. This was the ‘parts’ counter. It had a glass sliding window that opened to the garage for the mechanics to talk to the parts employee and another glass sliding window that opened into the back of the showroom/car dealership where customers could walk up and order or pickup parts.

The ginger haired man decided to enter the parts hallway/room as from his open doorway he could see the parts employee was lying tucked up under the corner of the wooden counter, a trickle of fresh blood still oozing from one of his wide nostrils. He walked to the end of the short hallway and looked around the corner, nothing. He checked the man, he had been struck from behind on the back of the head and dragged out of sight of anyone looking in either of the two sliding glass windows and shoved into the corner of the wrap around counter top. He was out cold but alive. The retractable key ring clip at his hip was empty. “She took his keys. Why?” The parts employee must have been drinking coffee from a ceramic mug when she had snuck up and struck him, as a broken mug now lay in the middle of the floor with coffee in a pool around it. The coffee was still warm and had way too much sugar and creamer in it, the mug said, “World’s Great- Da- “ on it.

The window now on his left opened out into the garage where three mechanics worked obliviously on oil changes. The window in front of him opened onto the back of the showroom floor, he could see public bathrooms and a waiting area with more vending machines and the large all glass front of the car and truck show room in the distances but no people. He moved along the short counter front on his right past holding niches with parts in them to a closed door, stepping carefully over the small tan pool of coffee cooling on the white tiles. He opened the door and peered into the cool dim light of a large storage room full of steel shelves full of automotive parts, on the bare concrete floor inside the parts storage room and immediately in front of the door was a small half foot print of a young woman’s bare foot made out of coffee that was drying/evaporating right before his eyes. The ginger haired man pulled out his submachine gun from under his jacket and stepped into the room pulling the door shut behind him and locking it.

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Tiki had changed her mind, which she did often in life, and spying another route out of the cave, had made her way away from the main elevator bank and toward the buildings and shacks built either directly upon the irregular sloping floor and sides of the cave or set up on metal pole supports. Here she used her spear like a pole vaulter’s pole and launched herself up onto the roof of one building and then another, leaping and flipping her way up the subterranean lurching ascent. She used her shield, holding it across wire cables, and gripping it on either side to slide across a great chasm. She also used her shield like a sled to slide down a long flight of steps to knock down two guards who came to investigate a noise she had made forcing a small chain link fence gates paddle lock. In this way she avoided most of the guards and cameras until she found a suitable entrance into the large duct work of ventilation system pumping fresh air throughout the complex. Climbing the large vertical main shaft of the duct work by a laborious straddled leg and pressing her hands against the sides, she had shimmied her way up hundreds of meters in her crabwalk manner until she discovered a side vent that lead after a rented away metal screen or two to a large fan. It was during her climbing ascent up the vent shaft that she had dropped her shield and left it behind and after un-slinging her spear from her back she was forced to leave it behind her after she used it to wedge the fan blades to a stand still. So it was weaponless and defenseless and her summoning of the previous totems having left her nearly depleted of her remaining energy reserves of powers that a some what sweaty and panting Tiki had kicked out the vent cover before her and dropped into a cool dim parking garage.

Catching her breath she slipped along the shadowy edge of the parking garage hugging close to the bumpers of sports cars and limos. She had made her way up all three serpentine levels of the garage, pausing just out of security camera range to look over each single elevator door, and to check each metal stairwell door. The layout was odd in that usually most places situated the stairwells near by the elevators to make use of the same supports and opening in the structure and to facilitate ease of use. But here the stairs had been intentionally placed at the sloping opposite end of parking garage elevator shaft and the stairs did not run in a continuous well connecting the floors and instead each flight of steps ended at each level and so walking from one level to the next meant exiting the stair well and walking over from one corner of the parking garage to the next and re-entering the next stairwell. By no means convenient but one could readily see how it would hamper an attacking force from taking and holding all access of the three floors with just one commanding position in a single stairwell.

The zigzagging floors ended with a dead end car lift hoist no doubt raising up to the street level above. It was guarded by two separate heavily armed men in two separate highly fortified security pill boxes that covered all the approaches. There appeared to be no direct doors to the separate boxes and from the gas masks fixed to their combat helmets one could guess that not just the stairwells and elevators was rigged with knockout vents ready to erupt at the press of a button with their noxious fumes!

Tiki turned away from her scouting of the heavily guarded car elevator and slipped back down into the descending underground car garage. Forcing her way out that way would be tricky, but first she wanted to find and capture the ginger haired man who ran this whole white slavery operation. “But where would he be? Was he even still in the facility?” Just then she saw him. Walking calmly right down the middle of the parking garage toward her! She hung back in the shadows over riding her instinct to rush at him as a sense of warning flooded through her, a tingling from her mask, he suddenly wiped out his firearm. A long black limo hushed up beside him, he had been using himself as bait! “A rare slaver indeed!” She slipped back along the way throwing backward glances at the man, but no mob of armed hunters jumped out of the limo to give pursuit. She had no doubt that he had seen her, but the limo raced past her to the car lift around the corner. He must have sent them to hurry and cut her off from above. To attack him now here in the garage would only trap her and make her escape with him as her prisoner nigh impossible. But she knew he would pursue her and she knew that if she could get him above ground then the advantage would fall to her!

“He thinks himself a hunter of women! Well it was time this would be stalker of innocents meet a REAL woman hunter! The trick would be to make it through the stairwell before they can flood it with knock out gas!” She ran hunched over the large coconuts suctioned to her nipples and tied to her tits making their soft clunking sound as they did every time she ran, the shells knocking together as her huge bosom bounced. The door to the stairwell opened with a slight rasp and she flung through it and up the stairs beyond in leaps and bounds.

The circular vents along the wall made no hissing sound and she reached the portal at the top of the stairs with out incident. A moment of apprehension and she figured out the simple locking switch and pushed the heavy swing door outward into a small filthy office. From all the naked women posters and calendars she reasoned she was in some kind of automotive repair facility. She shut the tool cabinet door until it clicked shut and crept across the small office to the wooden door beyond. It opened into an empty hallway.

She tried doors along the hallway until she found one that opened into a short hallway. A man raising a coffee mug to his mouth froze staring straight at her crouching form as soon as she swung the door partially open. With mechanics working on car hoists just on the other side of the glass to her left she had no choice but to pounce upon the man and render him unconscious with a single liquid motion of a knee to the crotch followed by an elbow blow to the back of the head. The man’s face puckered as he sucked wind and his eyes rolled back into his head, as his coffee mug made a light crash as it shattered upon the tile. She let him slump silently to the floor as she quickly scanned the area, “no reaction to the breaking of the ceramic mug.” A muffled over head speaker dinged for attention and then made a garbled announcement for some one to answer a phone line. But nothing else happened. She could jump and roll through the open sliding glass window where people ordered and picked up and paid for their car parts, into the waiting area beyond. Or she could slip back down the hall way and out into the garage bays. Instead she tried the door immediately to her right. It was locked. She looked around her for a button under the counter to buzz it open and then saw the keys on the unconscious man’s belt clip. She took the keys and unlocked the door. It opened into a dimly lit car parts storage room. Rack after confusing maze of rack of parts. “Perfect!” she turned back to the figure on the floor and pulled him into the corner under the counter where he would be looking directly at anyone opening the door from the hallway but would be invisible to any possible customers from the waiting area of the counter. “He should see that.” Tiki made her way quickly to the door to the parts room and slipped through it closing it behind her but making sure it remained unlocked. “The trap is almost set,” she thought and turned from the door to be surprised by a man with a clip board walking straight toward her!

Luckily the man was intent on reading his clip board and the invoice he had placed upon it and did not see her as she cart wheeled and landed a crashing kick into this midsection. He went down with a meaty thwack! And a wheezing gasping sound. He fell on his backs side his blue knit dress slacks sliding on the shinny sealant coated concrete floor. A kick follow up knee to the side of the head as he instinctively rolled to his knees clasping his stomach put him out like a light. But it also brought Tiki around the long line of shelving units and straight into the line of sight of another man. This one was wearing a delivery uniform and dropped the two wheeler he was tilting back laden with heavy boxes so that it made a ringing metallic sound as he staggered back shocked and uncertain. Without hesitation Tiki launched her self and delivered a Tiki titty smack that had his head careening between her two bone jarring coconuts like the clapper of an over worked church bell! He collapsed leaving a drool trail between her massive mams down to the top of her micro mini grass skirt. “Knockers indeed!” Tiki smiled at herself.

“First things first!” Tiki ran back to the unconscious man with the clip board and tossing his clip board on to his chest dragged him across the room and tossed him unceremoniously behind a stack of crates. Next she grabbed the delivery man and dragged him next to the clip board man and finding a box of radiator clamps she made short work of securing both men’s wrists together behind their backs. A bag of rags served as gags and she now felt secure enough to make a quick survey of her immediate surroundings before her quarry showed up.

The long room was filled with rows of long tall shelves and short tall shelves that seemed to have been set up as needed over time and thus in an over all haphazard arrangement so that walking through the aisles they created was a maze like process rather than a straight and orderly one of nice squared corners and logical progressions. Some of the steel shelves where bolted down to the concrete and very solid and could possibly be climbed others were not and shuddered rickety when bumped or pushed. Not all of the shelves could be peered through, many had peg board backers where hooks hung for blister pack parts and others were simply so stuffed that one could not make out what was in the next aisle over at all. Some of the steel had its shelves removed the cross support bar and the grids of metal gone and instead entire pallets of shrink wrapped boxes sat in monolithic silence. The lighting was poor, a few florescent lights here and there but flash lights hung ready to be used on monkey grip hooks thrust into the slots of the steel in many aisles where there were no lights at all. She quickly gathered up all these flash lights and chucked the arm load into a dark corner. The shelves had white computer printed sticky labels full of numbers and letters no doubt some kind of coding system that seemed archaic and long outdated as most of the labels had fresher black marker numbers scribbled in to add to the over taxed storage sorting system.

Tiki took all of this in quickly as her naked feet padded softly across the bare floor. One far wall had amongst the shelves a small squat metal desk full of paper invoices and a greasy old cathode computer monitor and key board humming away, it was ringed by file cabinets and a trash basket and more photos of naked women inexplicably laying across the hoods of cars with their long painted nails pulling their girly parts as wide open as possible. “Disgusting! On her desk back on board her boat/office/home she kept only wholesome photos of work related images and a stress reliever ‘Puffy the Penis Doll’ that you would smack on top of its little squat phallic head and it would smush down making a funny farting noise! HA! Oh and of course several digital photo frames that were constantly linked to various websites where girls from all over the world would snap picks and videos of any exceptional sized penises they would find and post, but that was completely different! Why do men degrade women so?!”

At the other end of the maze of shelves and where she had encountered the two men, now tied up and unconscious, was two loading docks. The first loading dock had its garage door up and the open portal was full of the open back end of a deliver truck. The dock plate had been pulled up by its ring and chain and the simple hydraulics had raised up the dock plate until the right angle extension plate had shot out and then it had lowered back down the now horizontal plate bridging the gap of the parts warehouse and the back of the truck so that one could more easily move freight back and forth between the two. Large cushion bumpers on either side of the garage door kept the trucks from hitting the wall and so sealed up the gap of truck and warehouse that one could not slip out of the building in any way with the truck backed up against it. The truck was not a semi-trailer but a single panel truck straight bed delivery cargo truck so that the driver could get up from his seat and walk through his freight back and up and out of the delivery van into parts warehouse instead of walking all the way around and through the front of the building as there were no side door or fire door leading out of the back of the parts room.

The dock plate next to it was identical to the first but when she tried to pull it’s garage door open she found it not only locked down but wielded shut! The dock plate its self was odd looking as well and after a brief investigation she deduced that the dock plate in fact was a secret elevator operated no doubt by the near by extra buttons that turned on and off the few lights in the room and that in turn let one lower boxes from the parts room straight down into the underground garage area! The plate was currently piled with boxes awaiting just such a transport and no doubt recently delivered by the unconscious delivery man she had tied up in the far corner of the room. Tiki opened some of the innocent looking boxes and found they all came from that same diabolical mad man, “Booby Trap!” in fact in one case amongst the Styrofoam packing peanuts she found a BOOBY TRAP CATALOG! The insane fiend was mass-producing and mass marketing all forms of vile horrendous devious devices all designed to humiliate capture and milk super heroines!!! Tiki’s mouth fell open as she flipped through the glossy pages, not only were the machines described in detail but most of them had companioning photos of famous super heroines being subjected to the machines in question!? “I never knew Ms. Americana had been caught and milked SO many, many times!?” Shaking her head, Tiki flipped to the back inside cover ordering form. The address was a post office box somewhere in the Grand Tetons National Park. “I should have known,” the super heroine snarled and slipped the vile publication into her hip pouch. The pouch would hold almost anything she put in there but it worked on a principle of last inserted first out. You couldn’t rummage around in it, you had to take an item out in order to access the next item. She would have to remember that filthy mag was going to be the first thing she pulled out and make sure she was alone when she did so! It might prove useful in finding and shutting down this Booby Trap and his filthy operations but it wasn’t the kind of item one wanted to pullout at a bus stop surrounded by little impressionable girls, not with the cover being Champion Girl straddled and strapped to a milking machine with a twenty inch dildo buried vibrating socket deep in her splattering snatch and her face obviously showing nothing but pure tongue lolling rapturous joy at the degrading experience?!

It was while putting away the Booby Trap catalogue into her small hip pouch that she heard the slight rasping sound of the door connecting the parts room to the hallway with the unconscious man swinging open. With three agile back flips Tiki spanned the dock plate and its piles of boxes and disappeared into the shadows with the last flip she landed silently on top of a pallet of boxes and eased back into the shadows waiting for her prey!

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The ginger haired man moved away from the door he had just locked and shuffled somewhat hesitantly down the large aisle before him sneaking glances down side aisles and dropping to the floor suddenly for a scan of bare feet and ankles under dark shelves, nothing. There was usually a guy in here. He unloaded the part shipments and logged them in and put them away on the shelves or sent them down on the part elevator into the garage below. But he was no where to be seen and the silence was too quiet not to be ominous. It was starting to dawn on him that a lone small naked girl that could get past the secret base security measures and knock out possibly two grown men, might be something a bit more than a small naked girl?! The machine had said she wasn’t an awakened gene carrier. But some masks used gimmicks and jewels and things to bridge that gap and access their Aphrodite abilities without the genes actually forming completely. Maybe his teach was one of those? Or more likely she had a partner who WAS a mask helping her escape?!

He stopped at the empty rolling chair and its deserted desk and looked down at the opposite end of the aisle and could see that the loading dock contained a truck. The garage door and the truck door was open. No one in sight. He moved toward the truck. “Maybe she had entered the back of the truck and into the open cab and out the drivers door? Escaping into the loading bay and up the ramp out into the city street beyond? But where is the driver?”

He stopped at the dock plate. He eyed the pile of boxes on its sister dock plate waiting to be lowered bellow. “If she had taken the dock plate down the guard would have instantly seen her and gassed the sealed room this thing drops down into and that obviously hasn’t happened. Did she flee out the cargo van drivers door? Maybe the driver and the unloaded chased her? But then my cell phone would be going off like the fourth of July! No. she HAS to be still in this room somewhere. Hiding and that means alone and afraid!”

The ginger haired man turned from the inky stacks of boxes cluttering up the back of the open cargo van scratching the side of his head with the snub nose barrel of the machine gun. He turned just in time to catch Tiki’s naked grass skirt ringed hairy pussy slamming snatch first into his face!!!

Tiki slammed her crotch into the ginger haired man’s head knocking him helplessly to the ground while grabbing and tossing his machine gun out of his hand. The force of her attack carried both of them off the loading dock and into the piles of boxes in the back of the cargo van. However she miss judged the ferocity of their impact and the toppling of boxes off the side shelves of the cargo van knocked her off her enemy and quickly buried her under a mound of crates. When she struggled free she found herself alone in the back of the van and swimming through the wreaked freight she climbed back up onto the dock plate only to find the ginger haired man with his half on half off broken sun glasses smiling at her with a large device held in both his hands.

“I have been waiting for this sucker to show up for months of back orders now! And to think I get to test it right out of the box on a newbie mask!” He laughed and with the plastic wrapping still on the large tube device he pulled the trigger and with a whirling sound the business end of the weapon fired a bright beam of light at her and in the process shredding its plastic shipping wrap and sending Styrofoam peanuts everywhere! “Say hello bitch to the BOOBY BAZOOKA!”

The beam of light hit her full in the coconuts! Instantly Tiki found herself undergoing intense building and swelling orgasms that exploded in her throbbing loins like Man-of-War broadsides going off! Her entire body shuddered and through dazed half lidded eyes she watched her bra top pop off and her thick long erect nipples vibrate and begin to pump out milk that the beam collected up and sent back in rolling waves to the strange weapon in the fiends hands. A large jar under the Booby Bazooka began to fill with her precious Aphrodite gene laced milk! She could only shudder and gasp as her legs lost all power to keep her upright and crumpled her backwards into the van as the waves of forced orgasms left her weak and powerless under the milking beam!

“Wow! This thing is great! And something tells me this coconut milk is going to be a bit more pricey than what one would normally find on their grocery store counters! HA!” He continued to milk away her powers until finally the weapon hummed down and went dormant. “Hmmmm, not much of a battery charge on that thing. I guess I should have opted for the extra power pack. Oh well,” the ginger haired man tossed the weapon into the cargo van next to Tiki and stepped in after it. “Well something tells me we shouldn’t take you back down stairs, at least not for a while.” He pulled the cargo van’s sliding back door down behind him, “and something tells me that we should keep this just out of your reach, teach.” He pulled off her mask and tossed it into the corner of the van and its piles of boxes. “Let’s you and me go for a little spin, eh?” He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her up to the front seat of the cargo van.

There with an expert flip of the wrist worthy of a master magician he produced a pair of odd hand cuffs from his back pocket. The cuffs where four steel wire slip locking wrist cuffs connected together by a short Y-wire strand. In a matter of seconds he had her still dizzy orgasm flotsam and jetsam foamy body hogtied, her hands and ankles bound almost together behind her back. He then unzipped his pants and pulled out what her still throbbing snatch told her was not a ‘TOO’ disappointing erect pecker and wedging her in the large well of the deliver truck drivers seat under the steering column and between his legs managed to cram his sizable meat pole balls deep down her cock hungry throat and then fasten the drivers lap belt around the back of her head pinning her helplessly there half choking her on the sizable slab of thick vein-y pole meat. He keyed up the engine and popping the clutch rolled the cargo delivery truck up the loading ramp and away from the building toward the busy commercial district street beyond.

The ginger haired man reached down to the floor beside Tiki and retrieved the dropped delivery man’s hat. He set this upon his brow and snugged it into place. “Teach, I am glad you’re along for the ride. Because something tells me I am going to need your help in delivering several of my ‘loads’ today! HA!” the ginger haired man made a gun out of his hand with finger pointing and thumb held up right and smiling made a clicking sound while dropping the thumb like a hammer cock and pointing his index finger at Tiki’s energetically franticly bobbing forehead and he winked at the slurping cock hungry whore dazed state that the BOOBY BAZOOKA left every woman temporarily in after exposure to its milking beam!

Sandwiched roughly between the ball sweating clamping thighs of the ginger pubed man Tiki wished the man would shut up already and give her hungry throat the syrupy delivery that she so desperately needed!!!!!!! After all she was Miss Meganekko! TIKI Mask Goddess empowered avenger of a thousand islands and her will was not to be trifled with, she wanted it NOW!!!!!!

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