The Tiger Lady
by Leslie Josette Gill
and Edited by Sapphire

Chapter 12

Assignments

My exploits at the stripper place were an amusement to all of the rest of the Villagers. While Smith was very apprehensive about me going out without the groups participation, or his permission, it did serve several good purposes. It got a wild hair out of my system. And a chance to try out some of the abilities I had gained. He knew I would do it again. But the next time, I would be going for arrests and convictions. So the rules would have to be enforced.

UNTIL.................

To continue, we were to get assignments to keep us sharp and busy. We had FBI credentials. So simple stuff was not enough to keep us busy. We were being assigned cases, which no one could solve or figure out. Our group started working through the cases. Most of it was just good research. We did get to go out and talk to witnesses. Of course, with our abilities, we knew what the witness was thinking before he could tell us. This was how most of our cases were solved. Then there were the mysteries.

Case after case, we were able to cut through the lies and misdirection most of our suspects and witnesses gave us. But we could not prove any of this in court. We took the information we received and just confirmed it with backup methods. This was working very well.

Then, we started getting the Missing person reports. Some of these had absolutely no leads. There was the mysterious case of Joseph and Robert Watson. Everything pointed to the fact that Joe had been killed in an accident. Gloria Watson had been the heir of the estate and supposedly. On the surface, everything was OK. But there were reports of some kind of misappropriation of funds. This was a minor case, but no one had seen Bob for 3 years. Gloria Watson had somehow gotten his money too. While there was no obvious wrongdoing, some of the corporations, which were behind Gloria, made this case stink to high heaven.

So we were just digging. We found some legal papers giving Gloria power of attorney and then large funds being transferred to a dummy corporation that we tracked down to a Mysterious Dr. Van Dame. No pictures, No address, not even a drivers license, only a corporate listing. It would take some time to crack their information base, but we were dealing with something really deep. So Smith started surveillance on their computer traffic and even phone taps. It was to be one month before we got any more information.

We got a new assignment. There was a serial murderer who again, was killing prostitutes and strippers. They had my name all over the case. Tiger Lady would get this one.

This time, I would get Mary as a handler. Mary was CIA, but she did work for law enforcement agencies. When 15 women were killed or missing in the same area, the feds were called.

I already knew what I was to be doing. I had to do a mind search of every "John" or person associated with this kind of work. We needed to be discrete, but I needed to have a "persona". So For the first time, I unleashed the Tiger Lady in her real, true form.

I had Mary get the leather and boots with some additions. I got some really black stockings and garters. I wasn't wearing a bra, but the top was made of black leather. I was going for the Wild look. I took a look at my face and without touching it, Makeup appeared. I did it mentally. I was very sexy looking. It was almost too good. I had to tone it down somewhat. But, I had my character. I came out of the restroom and scared poor Mary out of her wits.

"You got to be kidding?"

"This is the Tiger lady. First chance I have gotten to let her run the show. Hang on to your Tits..."

"Well, OK, I hope you know what you are doing?"

"We are going to get some real winners tonight, but I think we can get closer to our purpose if I do this tonight. Do you think you can you do this?"

"Nothing I haven't done before."

"I am operating on memories from things I learned in the clubs. So, I hope this works."

We were not on the street 10 minutes when a group of college boys came by. We had to look good for the other girls. They were watching me closely and I needed to perform. So we were hired by the kids for a "real party". Mary was going to have real problems. While she was totally female in appearance and function, She was not willing to let a man have her. So she would do the BJ thing and I would do the Dom. bit. I don't think the boys really knew what they had bargained for. I had several of them tied up and was giving them a good whipping. Then I decided to play the part to the fullest extent. I had one of them on their knees and getting a bit of tongue off one of the boys and the other boy was giving me a nice tongue bath on my breasts.

Mary was holding her own doing the BJ thing. The boys were getting their $100 each worth. After about 2 hours, we were done and they were worn out. We called a cab with $700.00 we didn't have before.

The return trip to the stoop was quiet. I didn't want the cabby to know our business. He was a pimp too. I read him like a book. He might have been the ugly kind till I gave him a scare. I mentioned a name that brought the mob to his mind. He backed off. How did little old Dom me know that name.? He left us alone.

We were back at the spot we had staked out. The girls had been watching and the cabby told one of them where we had been. Good, we had passed the cop test. We were hookers and not cops.

In a few days, I had gotten a rep for being a rather aggressive Dom. Word was getting out about my skill with a whip. Mary was cast as my partner /maid /submissive. So we would be able to stay together. Every B and D fan was checking us out. Even the cops wanted to have a piece of us. I got to personally tie up 2 of the shift sergeants and beat them red. Talking about fun! Then, a few times, I had to finally put out. Had to keep the appearance. Thank God that this was the exception instead of the rule. The Villagers were getting the crash course in undercover work.

We finally got our break. The murderer was staking us out. I locked onto him while he drove by. I found out where and how he was killing our street friends. We got our lead. The people in our group did the necessary research and without much trouble, found his lair. I set him up. I was going to really enjoy giving this asshole the time of My Life. First, he was a creep. What he was doing was wrong and my sense of the sister hood told me that any mistreatment of women was wrong. But to torture and kill, well, I was going to let him really have a taste of his own medicine. While I was not going to kill him, I was going to set him up to the point that he would be begging the cops to take him. That was the plan. I could have let the cops just take him down, but how do you explain a confidential informant with that kind of information. I wanted Iron clad. So the group agreed to let me have my fun.

First, remember that every member of our group with telepath abilities, was plugged into what was happening. They could see, feel and hear everything I did and my thoughts too. I allowed this plug-in because, I decided to really teach this scum a lesson and I wanted witnesses. (Not the court kind.)

"You like this, don't you?"

"Yes, I do and I don't care what you think."

"OK, but don't let yourself get too caught up in this."

"I understand just what you mean. It is fun. But this is for work."

The Johns were driving by and whistling at us. Mary was doing the cute maid bit. As a pair, we were a bit expensive for the regular John. But I didn't really want too many customers. But sooner or later, our little creep showed up.

The van he drove was obviously set up for entrapment. There were no door handles and the windows were reinforced. If I had not had special abilities, we would be in big trouble. A normal person was lost in the back of this vehicle. This creep would get the surprise of his life.

"Where were we going?" Was the first question out of my mouth.

It was our custom to let our customers know that we were being watched even thought we were not. I think he knew this trick.

He said that we were going to his hotel room. But this ended up being a special room set up for his kind of play. He wanted to play bondage games. I was to be his prize girl for the year. In his mind, I was to be the glorious kill of the year. I read this and just smiled. We would have him tonight. I had made it a point to get a fix on our location. He was kind of sloppy in that respect as he was going to kill Mary and me. The group knew where we were and the proper authorities were being notified. But I wanted them to wait till I could get a little revenge. I wanted him to try to hurt me in a manner outside the lines of our normal games. Then I would get some retribution.

We had started our fun. He started taking off his clothing. To Mary's surprise, this guy was done up as a girl. Under the male clothing, he had an outfit very similar to what I was wearing. Then she understood why I had wore the costume I had put on. I was copying what he was wearing. I had tapped into his mind and made the connection.

The only thing missing was the makeup and the wig. He pulled out the silicone breasts and put them in.

"Honey, if you want to go all the way, I can do your makeup." The creep wanted it done. So Mary and I really did a number on him. We were using waterproof makeup on him. He could not take it off without the proper remover. He was not a big guy. He was 5'8" and about 170. While he had big shoulders, He could probably pull off drag in the street at night and not be read.

He wanted to tie me up first. I did the money bit and told him this was going to cost him $1000.00. He didn't care. I wanted the money up front. Out came the necessary bills.

Out came the straps. Out came the leather collar and the restraining devices. I saw the hood. He wanted to tie, gag, and blind me as to make me completely helpless. When he had me partially in the bindings, He turned to Mary and grabbed her and restrained her. This was his move. From this point on, He was going to be in charge, or so he thought.

The creep was going to try to take all night with this little production. Mary was duly scarred out of her mind and I was very cool to him. He didn't understand this and started his power play on me.

The hood was obviously made for a woman. It had a hair opening at the top. But otherwise, it had a mouth, ear, and Nose openings. There was an air bladder in the back of it to make it very tight for the wearer. As there were no eyes holes in the thing, its purpose was for the worst kind of bondage. He got the hood on me and started pumping it up. I could barely breathe in the thing. It smelled of previous use.

I started screaming at him to let me down. I was the Queen bitch, not him. He pulled out the Dildo gag. It was a device that inserted down my throat and was held in place with an air bladder. This guy was into air bladders. I could breathe, but nothing else. I wanted to choke, but I had to control my reactions.

Then, I felt the knife start to cut off my underwear. I just let him do this. He had not done anything to make me mad yet. Mary just screamed and yelled and was begging to please stop. (We had agreed to make the show good. Mary knew I was capable of stopping the show anytime I wished. The purpose was to let him work on me and let Her watch and scream and make the show better.

He pulled out another of those masks and put Mary in it. He pumped it up and stuffed another gag in her mouth too. She was obviously in a bit more distress than me, but, She knew that she needed to be cool. I would be the one he needed to pay attention to. She was secondary.

I was now in a standing position just barely on my toes. My boots were still on. My panties were gone. His intentions were to insert devices in my ass and pussy. I knew he had intentions to go much further. I communicated to the group to hold the reinforcements and I would let him go further.

The device this guy had was a dildo with an air bladder attached. It was motorized with a vibrator and an enema tube going through it. It would be inserted into my ass and then the air bladder would be inflated. This would make it impossible for me to eject the device. Then he could pump me full and turn the vibrator on. This thing was huge. But, I had turned off the nerves in that region and let him put it in me. I was waiting for the water. I was going to give him a face full of water. Then I was going to progressively make things go more wrong. Of course, the motorized monster was designed for its purpose, and just fit.

He started pumping. I froze the thing at where I could tolerate it and he just couldn't understand why his toys were failing. He was really getting mad when he was drenched in water.

He quit trying to work on the rear end and moved to the front. This mechanical device was similar, but, somewhat modified. It was a torture device. Its bladder was much bigger and designed to create pain. It was capable of inflating past the size of a baby's head. So his purpose was clear. He wanted me begging. This damn thing also had a water delivery system. He was going to fill me front and rear with fluid and then pump the devices to the point where I was screaming in agony. The vibrator also was the industrial kind with maybe a bit more horsepower than a human body could take.

I again let him insert it. I had also turned off the nerve endings in that area. He just couldn't understand why I was not responding the way he wanted. Again, the water and the air didn't work. I had really not done anything to him except kept drenching him. My powers were ready for his final move.

Now you have to visualize this scene. I am hooded in a latex air bladder hood where only my nose is open so I can breath, but just barely. I am gagged with a penis gag held in place with one of his little air bladders. My arms and legs are tied so that I am standing and my toes are just touching the ground. I am holding my weight in my arms and the straps around my waist. I have a dildo in my ass and in my pussy with tubing from both. I was waiting for him to pull out the whip. The moment he had it in his hand, I started making my move. The devices inserted in me came out. He had paid much money for them and couldn't understand why they had failed. Then the waist straps gave out. Then the leg straps gave. Then my arms released. I was still wearing the hood.

He drew back on the whip, then he froze. I kept him in that position till I could get things arranged. Then, I picked him up and placed him in the very same position he had placed me in.

He was going to receive the same treatment in which he was going to do to me.

I removed the hood. My makeup was undamaged. The creep just didn't understand what was happening. This time, his gadgets would work. The device designed for the rear end was inserted and the water was hooked up.

Those of you who don't know, standing up is the worst position to administer an enema. And because of his special design, water could not leak from his butt. (I had inflated the bulb to almost the maximum.) Then I turned lose the water. I was working on him like he was going to work on me. He was a sadist of the worst kind and I wanted him to feel the pain and make him remember.

He had started screaming. I found his special gag that he had used on me. It allowed air flow, but it was another penis like thing which went down into his throat. It too, had an air bladder. It filled his mouth to the point where his jaw could not open any further. It had an air shaft going through the center of the thing. There he was, gagging, in pain from the enema, tied up in the air, shaking in agony.

I looked into his mind and found a male torture device. This thing was cruel. It was another air bladder device. It locked around the base of the penis and held the nuts in a position where the air bladder would crush them. The other part was a pleasure device. It was designed to drain the male of all his reproductive fluids. It was a cleaver thing that went up and down over the tip of his penis. You would get the poor man going and then you started inflating the air bladder around his nuts. If done with the right timing, the man would ejaculate blood.

About right now, the group was begging me to stop and let the police have this guy. I was mad. I told them I would not permanently injure the guy, but I wanted to give him pain.

I was given an hour. I would not need all of it.

Mary just sat. I had left her gag on. She couldn't believe how cruel I was being to this low life. But all she could do is hear the creeps muffled screams. I had told her to just sit and I would release her in a few minutes.

Then I started talking to him.

"Creep, you are not going to die. I am going to make you wish you were though. You like to have power over women, don't you. Well, look at yourself now. I just don't understand why men like you are allowed to live. If it was not against the law, I would kill you now. I want you to remember this day. I want you to remember that if you ever do this to another woman, I will kill you and in the most painful manner possible. Remember me. I will be your worst nightmare if I ever hear of you doing this to another woman."

The little device was just about to bring him to climax. I started inflating the crusher.

"Don't worry Mary, I won't hurt him." I projected into her mind.

He started trying to scream again and I stopped. I let him hang there for a while.

I finally released Mary from the hood. She never did like the gag bit and the mask was way too much with the inflation device.

"Mary, lets get a look around now. He will keep for a little."

Mary was looking at me very funny. "I was getting a bit worried. I am glad you stopped when you did."

"Trust me, I just stopped short of hurting him. He will be OK enough for trial. The Paramedics can have the fun of removing all the equipment..."

We found the video recorder and the hidden equipment. I stopped the machine and rewound it. It was just us. So I found a bulk eraser and removed evidence that we were here. We found his wardrobe and looked through it. I picked out some things and took them. Mary did the same thing.

This guy was really a transvestite. He liked short and tight stuff. He liked the dominatrix stuff, so the wardrobe was right up our lines. Lots of chrome chains and buckles and things. I found his shoes. He had some really nice platforms and they were in a size I could use. So I grabbed a couple of pair.

We then found the rest of the tape library. All of the missing hookers were treated in much the same manner we were. But at the end, they were killed right there on videotape. All he did was to take a piece of duct tape and cover the air holes on the mask. There was no way for the poor victim to breath. They suffocated. Here was the evidence needed to send this guy to jail for 20 lifetimes.

My plan was simple. I was going to be arrested as the hooker and Mary was to be the undercover officer. I sent the command to send in the troops. They came through the door when I had raised the whip for the first strike. Guns drawn on me, I froze and laughed. "You guys just stopped me from giving this pig the lesson of his life."

I was arrested. The pig had all the implements removed and then he was arrested. (This was messy and the paramedics were really laughing about what I had done to this guy.) He was cleaned up and covered with a sheet. I had no idea what they were going to do with all the stuff he was wearing. I hoped they were going to put him in a cell with all that stuff on. The inmates were going to just love that.............

Mary had stashed the goodies we had picked, in with our stuff. We were going to walk away with $2000 dollars worth of costumes and supplies at the creeps expense. This guy was as good as convicted. I had learned to do things to NP's and removed parts of his memories of this night. He would only remember Me. Mary's cover was that she was tied up and gagged during this little scene and couldn't do anything but watch.

They charged me with prostitution and I was bailed out. I knew I had a lot to talk to Mary about. So I knew this was going to be a long night. None of the group liked my methods, but we had our man in an iron clad case. I had my cover and so did Mary. I had bagged my first murderer. And had some fun too......

TigerLady Continues with the Next Chapter!