I know, I know, but…

I wish to emphasize that I did not write this, it was on SweetChastity.com and has since vanished. I am posting it here to preserve this story. Please do not credit me at all for this story.

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Maruko’s Conspiracy
By Lord Frodo

The last rays of sun stroked golden soft feathers of warmth across the room. A statue of gold, oddly placed in the center of the room sparkled brilliantly, casting white watery shafts of light into the dark shadowy corners where Kate Jackson sat.

Motion caught the corner of her eye and Kate pressed the pause of the VCR and looked up.

“If there’s nothing else,” Gale said from the doorway. “I’ll be going now.” Kate put on a warm smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Inside she was relived to be alone as she pressed play.

“Because there is a lot of pain involved.” Camille said as she expertly bound Fran’s wrists. “I’ll be securing Fran for this next step.”

“You can tie that a little tighter.” Fran coached. “I don’t want to spaz and wriggle out of it.”

“I’ll also be gagging her.” She said with a dimply smile. As she held up the tightly packed sponge, Fran stole a kiss, then opened wide for her gag. Camille tied it off with a white silk scarf wrapped many times around Fran’s head. “Now remember to keep that ice on the nipples. The ice will cut down on the blood loss.” Camille helped Fran to a chair, guiding the girl’s bound breasts over the cutting board. “Even with frozen nipples, these clamps are going to hurt.” She tightened them down ignoring Fran’s mews of pain until her hand shook with strain. “Then we tie this down like so.” Cords were stretched across the table, securing Fran’s breasts over the cutting board. “I’ve used a marker to illustrate where the cut should be. I’ve been told that this is the equivalent of a being kicked in the balls.” She shrugged. “I wouldn’t know.” She looked at Fran. “Ready?” Fran nodded enthusiastically.

Camille looked in to the camera. “You’ve got one shot at this, so make it count.” Kate felt her toes curling in her shoes, her breath still in her lungs as she watched the cleaver, wicked keen, slowly rise.

Kate looked away. Her entire body cringed when she heard the metal edge bury in the wood.

“Not much of a story line and no character development .” A voice spoke from behind her.

Kate leapt from her chair as she spun around. “Maruko!” Kate felt her heart start again. “You startled me. I didn’t see you come in.”

Maruko smiled, her blue, oriental eyes sparkling. “Apparently not enough.” She said flicking her long blonde hair from her shoulder. “You had enough mind to turn off the VCR.” She pointed at it and it flashed to life. “Lets see that on instant replay. She raises the cleaver…” Kate turned off the VCR and stood in front of it to stop Maruko from turning it back on.

“Enjoying your new universal remote implant?” Maruko smiled, her near invisible eye brow arching. “You can’t imagine.” She wiggled her finger at her.

“I bet I can. So what brings the agency’s super spy to Canada?”

Maruko looked alarmed. “Spy? Where?” She quickly turned to the mini palm tree in the corner and rummaged through the leaves. “Any spies in there? Nope, no spy here.” She turned around and noticed that the gold statue that was in the middle of the room was standing beside her.

“Ghaa!” She flinched, then looked at it carefully. “Chastity? Wow, and here I am thinking what idiot screwed up the Feng Shui of the entire building by sticking such an ostentatious work of art in the middle of the room. So Chas, how’s tricks?” Chastity’s eyes sparkled.

“She wants a hug.” Kate translated.

“Oh.” Maruko said silently and wrapped her arms around the golden woman. Chastity nuzzled her cheek and Maruko could swear the woman was purring.

“So do I have you to thank for this…” Kate motioned to the VCR. “‘How to’ video?”

Maruko released Chastity who wandered off to soak up the fading square of sunlight. “Wasn’t she a different color before?”

“Its our chameleon effect. Your favorite option.” Maruko was impressed. “I only use it to blend in, not stick out.”

Kate smiled. “You walked right past her.”

“You’re assuming I came through the door.” Maruko smiled and sat back on Kate’s desk. “Seems like the boys in Washington were quite concerned when they saw this tape.” Kate nodded. “And how are Erin and Eric doing?”

“They start soccer camp next month. They also think that this is a matter of National Security.”

“Ours or your’s.”

“America’s. Who cares about yours?”

“You’re in America.” Maruko snorted. “Yeah, then why did the guy at the border say: “So, do you have anything to declare, eh?”

“So what does this have to do with Chasti-Permalock?”

Maruko got up and circled the desk, turning the VCR back on. “Everything.”

On screen Camille was holding down Fran who was writhing in agony on the floor. “Hold still, Fran. I have to apply this silver nitrate compound to cauterize the wound.” Fran’s body locked in quivering agony as the salve was applied. Camille held her until she settled down.

“Okay, honey?” Fran nodded weakly and Camille stood up, addressing the camera. “Hurts like a bitch as you can see. Now quickly drop the freshly harvested nipples in peanut oil to marinate.”

Kate put it on mute. “Explain.” “We believe that someone has figured out a new use for nanites.” Maruko said sitting at Kate’s desk. “Mind Control.”

Kate’s face grew dark as her eyes narrowed. “What have you done?”

Maruko shrugged. “Hey, do you think I’d be here if we could get people to do that?” She looked Kate straight in the eye. “We had a deal and we have lived up to every part of the deal. We produced your chip design and you gave us use of the technology.” She pointed to the TV and the sound came back on. Camille had placed her breasts on a modified paper cutter.

“Now I’ll demonstrate another method for harvesting.” The woman pulled a cloth wrapped stick in her clenched teeth, held her eyes tightly shut and took a deep breath. She grabbed hold on the cutter’s handle.

Kate killed the sound. “We got the chips and you got the high spy technology.” Maruko looked alarmed.

“Spy? Where?” She leaned closer to Kate and whispered. “We prefer the term: Funky Ninja Tricks.”

Kate cocked her head. “Are we going to play twenty questions or are you going to explain?”

Maruko was tapping on Kate’s computer. It beeped at her and she looked up. “Password?” Kate’s lips tightened.

Maruko looked back at the screen. “Lemme guess.” She started typing. “L, I, B, E, R, T, E.” She clapped her hands and squealed. “In like Flynn!”

“MARUKO LORD!” Kate roared.

“Eep!” She leapt back from the computer. “Okay, okay. No more jokes.” She pointed to the t.v. screen.

“Okay, Fran. Hop up on the table and I will cut out your clit.” Camille held up a large syringe. “You can buy one of these at any medical supply store. Cut off this end and place it over the clit. Pull the plunger back and slowly use the suction to draw the clit out. Then with your scalpel…” Maruko cut off the sound.

“Okay, Doctor Kildare is from America.”

Kate folded her arms. “You’re in America.”

“You wish.” Maruko snorted. “Wisconsin. Her assistant Igor is from Canada. They have nothing in common.”

“Except they’re both masochistic caterers.” Kate looked away as Camille pushed out the bloody clit into a marinade of white rum and spices.

“Nope.” Maruko continued to watch. “Ooh, this is where Camille takes out her own clit with a cleaver.”

Kate sighed, unable to be mad at Maruko for any length of time. “Okay, they’re both American.”

Maruko looked up. “Hey I just said, she’s American, she’s Canadian. She even looks Canadian.”

“Come on, Maruko. Its getting dark and I have to get Chastity home.”

“Two people from two different countries suddenly hire themselves out as cooks and put themselves on the menu. They snip of bits of themselves and serve them to unsuspecting clients. Their backgrounds suggest nothing of this nature. There is no reason for them to hurt themselves, let alone cook themselves.” Maruko looked up. “We found nanites in Camille. We suspect Fran had them too. Special nanites. Mind control nanites.”

“That’s impossible.” Kate dismissed. “And what about Fran? Why didn’t you test her?”

“Later on the tape, Camille served her with a nice Picante sauce. We can’t find her remains. The tape shows Camille cutting off her own arm, then a month later her lower right leg, then upper right leg. We only discovered their culinary techniques when she had to go to the emergency ward after cutting off what remained of her leg, couldn’t stop the bleeding with one hand.”

Kate shook her head. “Nanites can’t make people do things. They can’t control minds.” She said flatly. “You guys are way off on this.”

Maruko shrugged. “Why not? Nanties can manipulate genetic structure.” Maruko held up a lock of her hair. “Hey, they made me a natural blonde.”

“I am highly suspect of whether or not you’re actually Japanese.”

“Rand ov Ryezing Sun, round eye.” She said in a bad Japanese accent and pulling the corners of her eyes sharply. “And you were born where?”

“America.”

“You’re in America.”

“And your national sport is?”

Kate smiled. “Expos won the world series.”

“Yeah, what, back in the 1800′s? Besides, at the start of the game, what song does everyone sing?”

“Get Your Freak On? And you mean Lord is a Japanese name?” Maruko raised her head proudly.

“My Grandfather was Kagato Nobunaga, a great lord. When he realized that Japan was going to lose the Pacific war, he defected to the American Intelligence.”

“Your’s or ours?”

“Well, in America, you may not know this, but they don’t let you keep titles, so he Americanized his name, Nobunaga Kagato Lord.”

“So you’re Maruko Kagato Lord.” Kate looked back at the screen as Camille was stir frying their body parts in a wok. “So, what gene makes you suddenly want to cook yourself?”

Maruko shrugged. “Why does a salmon swim up stream?”

“To get laid.”

“How does a bird know how to build a nest?”

“Straw Dwelling’s Monthly.”

Maruko propped her head on her fist. “Why do Canadians ice fish?”

“Water’s frozen.”

“Chicken cross road?”

“See the man lay bricks. Are you done?”

Maruko leaned back in the chair. “I was hoping to get the meaning of life out of you eventually. Why do men scratch in two places at once?”

“They itch.”

Maruko sat up. “There is a parasite that infects ants. It grows in the ant’s brain and forces the ant to walk away from the colony and climb up to the top of grass blades to wait to be eaten by a bird. In the belly of the bird, the parasite reproduces, its larvae drops out of the bird’s shit where it is eaten by ants and the process begins again. But imagine the power of this parasite, to make an ant go against its natural colony programing and commit suicide so the parasite can reproduce. How about this: there’s a parasite that can turn a sea crab gay. Real stuff, in nature, mind control.”

Kate slumped against the desk. “So your saying that nanites have been program to occupy the medulla cortex of the human brain to intercept, modify and re-issue commands to the body?”

Maruko shrugged. “If you say so. But that means that the victim is conscious and aware, but unable to do anything about it.” She looked at the t.v. as Camille tied off a tourniquet around Fran’s arm then picked up a hatchet. “Can you imagine watching yourself hacking off someone’s arm, your own body parts for that matter and not able to do anything about it?” Maruko shuddered.

Kate sighed tiredly, looking at Maruko. “Well, I am a little disappointed that you Funky Ninjas couldn’t keep the nanite chips to yourself.”

“You’d be amazed at some of the secrets we can keep and one of them is the Nanite Chip. I mean, would you want to share cool, Funky Ninja tricks with the Ruskies?” Maruko scoffed at the idea. “We just built the original chip, the brain of the nanite for you, then you built the nanites. Then nanites build more nanites. The nanites found in Camille were seventh generation spawned. So we didn’t do it. Cross my heart and hope to die. Besides, if we could, we wouldn’t be here asking you about it. Imagine us funky ninjas using mind control?” Mauko turned to watch the video as Camille was busy cauterizing Fran’s bloody stump. “This is making me hungry. Lets order Chinese.”

Kate shook her head. “But we don’t use seventh generation nanites. We use second and third, after that, the copies begin to break down.” She looked a Maruko. “Seventh? The command structure breaks down at that point. Why use seventh?”

“I can only think of steamed dumplings right now. I don’t know how they work, I only know they work. You’re the guru.”

“Actually, Chastity is the guru.” She said wistfully. “And she’s not talking. But what if someone stole a small amount of third generation nanites and used them to produce forth generation. Then, forth generation is introduced into the victim, say blown like dust into the eye. That’s a tiny amount. It would immediately manufacture fifth and most likely sixth generation in the body. But that doesn’t explain how you found a seventh generation, and most importantly, how they stole the nanites in the first place.”

“Their small.” Maruko said. “You could sneak a million in your pocket.” “A billion, and we keep track of everyone of them. We keep this technology wrapped up.”

Maruko shrugged. “If I was going to steal something that was locked up, I would get some second generation nanites to reproduce a million blanks on my skin and put the seconds back. I walk out with some third generations ready to make more. Now, do you guys have any good restaurants or do we have to cross the border into America.” Maruko said, getting up.

Kate shook her head, laughing to herself. “You’re in America.” “They don’t speak French in America.” Maruko headed to the door.

“And what is it they speak in Louisiana?” She motioned to Chastity it was time to go.

“Creole.” Maruko said. “Come on, I’ll teach you how to use chopsticks.”

“I thought Americans didn’t use chop sticks.” Kate turned back. “Let me get that tape.” Maruko grabbed her arm. “Hold it.” Suddenly VCR exploded, shattering the monitor and filling the room with smoke.

“Okay,” Maruko said. “You can go in now.” The alarms sounded and rain fell softly from the sprinklers over head. Kate watched the shower in her office. “You blew up my office.” She said distantly.

“Just a small part of it.” Maruko whined.

Kate reeled on her. “Why?”

Maruko became defensive. “Funky Ninja self-destruct tape, I forgot until just now, I swear! Anyway, the important thing is no one was hurt.”

Kate looked into the room, then held out her hand. Maruko looked at her curiously. Kate snapped her fingers and Maruko pulled the freshly burned CD from between her cavernous cleavage.

“How did you know?” Kate said nothing as she snapped her fingers again. Maruko produced a second CD. “Sheesh, cut a girl a break will ya?” Kate looked at the CD that Maruko burned from her computer.

“The important thing is no one was hurt?” She mimicked her. “You didn’t have to copy my files.”

“Come on, Kate, we’re talking mind control. We have to make sure this technology stays out of the hands of the Ruskies.”

“I thought they were no longer the enemy.” Maruko looked alarmed.

“When did that happen? Why didn’t I get a memo?” Kate looked harshly at Maruko. “You know I will investigate this fully. There will be no nanite unturned.” Kate’s eyebrow arched as she titled her head. “Or is it the mind control that you Funky Ninja’s want?”

“Of course we want that! But given the choice, we would rather see the technology locked down first. And then you can share with your buds from America?”

Kate sighed. “You’re in America.”

“I mean the real America.”

Kate peered at her. “Alberta?”

Maruko took a lock of her hair and gently brushed Kate’s cheek. “Listen, blowing up a tinsy winsy part of your office isn’t going to stop us from having sex later, is it?” Kate moaned and rolled her eyes and she stomped off towards the elevator.

Maruko ran after her, her massive breasts jiggling. “I’ll take that as a maybe!” Chastity stood in the rain, water squishing from out of the carpet. Her coating was transparent now and she stood naked, feeling the water slick down her hair, enjoying the sensation. She turned and walked slowly out of the office, dripping water as she went, her coating turning deep blue, and headed towards the elevator.

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