Escribí esta historia traducida en español argentino…como si fuera una novela con dialogos....  Her last encounter with the woman she knew as Jane Doe had gone ... well ...  poorly,  to say the least.  Tied up tightly for a day and a half, with nothing to look at but the red haired girl she had tried to rescue.  Pangs of hunger had tortured her, not to mention the longing for a tall, cool bottle of beer.  After Tia had finally rescued her and when she finally spit out the last piece of the redhead's lingerie, Jo had swore her revenge on the evil blonde burglar.  

And guess what?  Jo actually had a genuine, real life clue!  That Jane Doe thought she was so, so smart.  But while the blonde had made herself busy roping Jessi to a chair, our intrepid Jo had caught sight of a takeout menu sticking out of Miss Doe's ass pocket.  It was a menu to a joint on the other side of town -- Wo Fat's Chinese Dumpling House.

How in the world a menu might help our plucky Jo find the villain is a valid question.  In a feat of deduction that was near a stroke of genius for Jo (but a casual observation for most folks), she realized that if Miss Doe had eaten in the restaurant, and then taken a menu with her, she probably liked the food and planned on returning.  And guess who would be waiting!  That's right, Jo was gonna stake that place out until that horrible Jane Doe had another hankering for some egg foo young, or whatever.

Step one was figuring out what to wear. All black, certainly.  Black sweater, black skirt, black tights, black boots.  Even a black ski mask.  Yep, she was going Ninja Style!   Step two: buy a stun gun online.  Jo was fairly certain she could take that criminal in a fair fight, but she had cheated in the past, so a little self-defense was in order.  Step three: figure out what snacks to take with her on the stakeout.  And maybe a couple of beers to help her stay awake.

So just three weeks later, Jo was ready.  She had found the perfect spot to park her car, directly across the street from Wo Fat's.  She knew she wouldn't be so lucky as to spot her prey on the first night, and she didn't.  Nor on the second night, or the third or fourth.  But five was the charm!  On that Friday night  to Jo's amazement,  Miss Oh-So-Smart sauntered her evil ass into Wo Fat's.  Hah!  This was it.  That bitch was in for a surprise!

Five minutes later Miss Doe exited the restaurant, a large bag in her hand.  Jo could all but smell the food, and she fought back a sudden hunger pang.  Blondie got into a late model convertible and practically flew out of the parking lot.  Shit!  Jo pulled her little Honda into the street and tried to keep pace.  Through downtown they sped, then out into the suburbs.  Jo went through more than a few red lights, but fortunately there were no fuzz around.

Finally the convertible came to a stop, and the blonde got out with the Chinese food in one hand, twirling her keys in her other hand.  Jo pulled to the curb a few houses down and watched Jane Doe enter the front door of a little ranch-style house.  Time to call Amy.

Damn, Amy never seemed to pick up when Jo called.  Probably a problem with her phone.  The message Jo left was brief.  "I found that burglar who tied you up.  Fifty-nine Acorn Lane.  I'm going to scout the property!"  Oh, this is great!  Amy is going to be so jealous because I found her!

It was a moonless night, the only light came from a few dim streetlamps.  The trees around Jane Doe's house made it even darker in their shadows, giving our heroine a chance to approach the house undetected.  Jo slipped from tree to tree until she was near the back porch, then slipped the ski mask down over her face and tip toed up the steps.  There was a curtain covering the window, but through a crack in the fabric Jo was able to see into the kitchen.  The Chinese food containers were on a table, but the blonde burglar was not to be seen.

It was only 10:30, so Jo went back to her car and waited for Amy.  At midnight, Amy hadn't arrived.  Two hours later and still, no Amy.  

Now, over the course of their friendship, Amy had called Jo many names: slacker, slob, dimwit, pig, ho, drunk, etc. etc.  But never once had she called Jo a coward.  Because Jo was most decidedly NOT a coward.   Foolish, certainly, but not a coward.  Tia wished that Jo was a little more chicken-hearted, or at least used better judgement when she went charging into a situation.  With that in mind, please excuse the foolishness of Jo deciding to take on the villain single-handed.

The house was locked up tight.  Every door and window on the ground floor was locked tight.  Crap!  She circled behind the house and went back up onto the porch.  The kitchen light was out now, and it was near pitch black, so Jo felt safe from prying eyes.  Plus the stun gun was gripped in her right hand, ready to zap that evil bitch.  A bobby pin, a credit card, and a paper clip were in her pocket, and she was sure one of them would work -- they always did on TV.  She knelt in front of the door handle and went to work.  The credit card didn't seem to go anywhere, and the bobby pin barely fit in the keyhole, so she straightened the paper clip and plucked around in the keyhole.  After ten minutes of poking and twisting with no results, Jo was beginning to wonder if those TV shows were a bunch of bullshit.  She sat with her back against the door and rolled up her ski mask.  Maybe it was time to give up, come back tomorrow and kick this skank's ass.

With a sigh Jo stood up.  The paper clip was still in the keyhole, so Jo gave it a little wiggle and pulled it out.  The click was barely discernible, but just loud enough to get Jo's attention.  She turned the handle, and just like that the door opened.  Add another skill to Jo's resumè!  


Despite this sudden success, Jo had her first tingling of apprehension.  It was a mixture of fear and excitement, and maybe just a little bit of hunger.  Which explains her next move.  After pulling her ski mask back down and tip toeing into the kitchen, Jo make a quick detour to the refrigerator, thinking to take a couple of bites of Chinese food -- General Cho's chicken if she got lucky!  Before she got to the leftover Chinese containers, a half-eaten wedge of chocolate cake caught her eye.  Bingo, the perfect snack before she went and surprised Miss Villain in her bed!  The ski mask didn't have a mouth hole, so she rolled it up to the top of her head.  She stuffed the stun gun in her back pocket.  After going so long with no food, the first bite of cake was like heaven.  No fork was necessary as Jo used her fingers to cram big hunks of the delicious cake in her mouth.  After finishing the cake, she figured it was time to get back to her mission.


She closed the refrigerator door and looked right into the face of Jane Doe.  "Uh oh,"  was all Jo could think to say.


The fist hit Jo just above her nose, and she staggered backwards then dropped to the floor, watching cartoon birds as she dropped.


"Uh oh is right, you damn fool.  I heard you picking at my lock an hour ago.  Christ, I could pick a lock like that in five seconds, ya fuckin' retard."


Jo was coming to her senses and sat up on her elbows, ready to make her move.  She pulled the stun gun from her pocket and pointed it at her foe.  It was kicked from her hand in a flash and Jo heard it land somewhere far behind her.  Jane sneered down at her and put a booted foot on the dizzy girl's chest.  The pistol she pointed straight down at Jo was the real threat, and Jo understood it's power.  "If I had time I'd knock you around like a speed bag.  Give me any trouble and that's still an option.  Nod if you understand."



Jo nodded.  She still intended to put up some sort of fight, but for now the pistol held all the power.



"Good.  Now roll onto your belly and put your hands behind your back."  


This was a position Jo knew all to well and she complied reluctantly.  Suddenly she felt the wind knocked out of her.  The blonde villain had dropped down on Jo's back, knees first.  Before Jo was able to catch her breath, her wrists had been snapped into a pair of metal handcuffs.  They were squeezed to bone-crushing tightness, making Jo yelp.


"Shut it, blondie,"  Doe ordered.  "She lifted Jo to her feet.  "Now let's take you somewhere nice and quiet and we'll have a little talk."


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A "little talk" might imply a discussion, but this talk was most assuredly one-way.


"I assume you called that Chinese midget,"  Jane Doe said as she circled Jo.  "And maybe the tall doofus, too.  But the police?  No, you're too stupid.  And I'm thinking you and your idiot friends are planning a little revenge, eh?"


Hell yes, we're gonna get some revenge, Jo wanted to say.  But the two kitchen sponges in her mouth pretty well muffled her answer.


The blonde villain continued circling the chair that Jo sat on.  "So maybe we should set up a nice welcome party for them.  A surprise party!  Yes, that sounds delightful!"


Understanding the threat, Jo twisted in the ropes that held her to the kitchen chair.  She tried to work the sponges from her mouth, anxious to give Miss Doe a piece of her mind, but the thin belt was tied so tight around her mouth that the sponges remained where they were.  The damned things were trying to bust out of her cheeks it seemed, and they tasted of soap and dirt.


Jane Doe stopped circling the chair and leaned down, her hands on Jo's bound thighs.  "But we need a nice juicy piece of meat for bait.  Any ideas where I can find something like that?  Something plump, with nice yellow hair and a big rump?"



Jo wondered what kind of meat had yellow hair.  Then it hit her.  Uh oh.  She pulled at her ropes again, but they were so stringently tight that she knew it was hopeless.  She was all but mummified in miles of tape from neck to booted toes.  The white rope contrasted against her all black ninja outfit.  The chair might as well have been glued to her, so tightly was her body bound to it.



Jane sighed theatrically.  "I guess we should get you fixed up a bit more securely.  Then I can concentrate on getting ready for your little friends.  Sound good?"

A bit more securely!  Jo shook her head slowly but her captor wasn't watching.  Grabbing the back of the chair, she tilted it back and began to drag it towards the basement door.  "I'll apologize in advance for the conditions in my cellar, but it's an old house, very cold and very damp."

She paused and leaned over Jo's head.  "But I'll find a way to keep you nice and warm."

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The basement was dimly lit and damp and chilly as advertised.  It looked to Jo like it was just a dumping ground for old eletronics and junk.  Dozens of old fans, lamps and electric heaters were piled all over the place.  Discarded furniture was stacked in one corner, rusty paint cans were tossed along a wall, and an old basketball backboard was leaned against another wall.

"C'mon lady, we're old friends now," Jo pleaded.  "No need to take any of this personally."

"Shuddup."

There was nothing to be gained by arguing, so Jo sighed and shut up.  Besides, things were becoming increasingly less comfortable for the hapless girl.  Problem number one was the position she had been forced into.  She was hanging in front of the basketball backboard and it quite appeared that someone had tried to dunk Jo, ass first, only to have her get stuck halfway through the hoop.  Her ample butt was below the rim, while the remainder of her body stayed north of it.  Her thighs were tucked up into her chest, imprisoned by the iron ring that she was wedged in.  And, of course, the miles of rough brown hemp rope that circled her body.  That Jane Doe was a rough one, and Jo was paying the price.  Rather than tie her arms behind her back, Jane had surprised Jo and tied them in front.  They didn't stay in front long.  Jane pulled them up and then over Jo's head and down until they settled between Jo's shoulder blades.  Her elbows had been pulled as close together as possible and tied firmly behind her head.   It was a strainful position, but it was just the beginning of a thorough binding. Her legs were tied at ankles, calves, knees and thighs.  Plus feet and big toes.  Plus a fiddle-taut line that ran from her big toes up to her thumbs.  This ensured that her ankles remained tucked into her ass, and kept the back of her knees mashed into the iron rim of the hoop.

Jo wasn't quite naked, the kindly Miss Doe had left her with her wool sweater, except for the sleeves, which had been cut off.  She had further altered the sweater by cutting two slits at breast level, which allowed Jo's white boobs to be pulled out to enjoy the cool cellar air.  The rest of Jo's clothing was in a pile on the filthy floor, where Jane was picking through them.

"I need you to open your fat mouth as wide as you can," the blonde villainess ordered.  "We have a lot to fit in there."  

Jo gulped, then opened up.

"Wider, dummy!"

Her own panties went in first, the blue polka dot ones.  They were followed by her bra, which Jane had earlier cut off her chest.  Each cup was spread into a cheek, and then her black tights were forced in, toes first.  After much mashing and grunting, Jane realized that not all the nylon would fit in, so she balled it in front of Jo's wide open yapper and held it there.  She reached for Jo's skirt, or I should say one of the strips that the skirt had been cut into.  The strip of fabric was plenty long to wrap twice around Jo's head.  Pulling with all her might, Jane Doe tied a triple knot right over the mass protruding from Jo's mouth.  The second strip of Jo's skirt repeated the process, the knot tied behind her head this time.  The third strip was knotted over Jo's mouth again.  A final black strip went under her chin and over the top of her noggin, tightened until Jo clamped down on the  mouthful of her own undies.  All that remained on the floor were her sweater sleeves, her ski mask, and her boots.

Jo warily watched her captor poke around the basement.  Despite the coolness of the basement, Jo had worked up a good sweat.  The way she had been tied left her miniscule room to struggle, so she didn't bother.  All she could do was sit and wait for whatever Jane planned to do to her.

Two rolls of black electrical tape and a ball of string were what Jane returned with.  She knelt down and set the tape and string on Jo's knees.  "A nice family of mice live down here, Jo.  I can't have you scaring them by making any noise, so let's make you peep-proof."

Jo was pretty sure that she was already pretty much "peep-proof," but her opinion was left unheard.  One sweater sleeve was wrapped around her mouth, spread wide to cover her lower face and knotted behind her neck.  The second sleeve repeated the muffling process, a ridiculous overkill in Jo's mind.  

"And we can't forget your ninja mask,"  Jane mocked as she pulled the ski mask down over Jo's damp hair.  The wool mask had to stretch around all the gagging around Jo's over-stuffed mouth.  Jane Doe carefully worked the eyeholes in place.  "Wouldn't want to cover those beautiful blue eyes, eh."

The first line of black tape was stretched across Jo's mouth, then all the way around her head, then around and around as Jane Doe worked quickly, but thoroughly.  The palm of one hand was always on Jo's head as she wound, ensuring she got good veverage as she pulled the tape tightly. In ten minutes Jo wore a shiny black helmet from neck to crown, so tightly applied that Jo was sure her head was going to pop like an overripe melon.  Only her nose escaped the tape, along with two little button-sized holes at her eyes that limited her vision to almost nothing.

The madwoman was not finished with the tape.  She circled it around Jo's forehead and then her arms.  More tape circled her chin and further trapped her arms to her head.  This was all becoming unbearable for our poor heroine and Jo sniffed a complaint through her nose, but no sound escaped her mouth.  Fingers were soon wrapped in tape, leaving a line escaping the tape that stretched down to her feet.

Jane Doe looked down at the last two pieces of Jo's ninja attire, the pair of black lace-up boots.  "Can't have these go to waste," she muttered.  A few minutes later two boots swung near the fllor below Jo's rump.  A string from each boot ran up either side of Jo where it ended tied to a nipple.  Up til now Jo had remained dry-eyed, but the tug on her poor nips was too much, and a her eyes moistened in response.   All of Jo's clothing was now accounted for, most of it in or around her mouth.  When she had dressed earlier in the day, she had no idea she was wearing what was to become her own gag!  This was quite a story she'd have to tell Tia and Amy later on.

"You made quite the little ninja, my dear.  But I think you make a better turkey.  A nice plump bird ready for the roaster!  Already stuffed, trussed, and pretty well basted it looks like."  Jo felt basted, so much sweat dripped down her body.

"We just need to set find something to roast you with," the blonde said, her hand under her chin in fale deliberation.  She snapped her fingers.  "Got it!"

There were probably a dozen old space heaters strewn around the basement.  Five of them were put to use, directional heaters aimed directly at our trussed turkey.  The worst was the one directly under her butt, but the other four that circled her in an arc were mighty bad, too.  

While Jo endured the slow roasting, her nemesis prepared her next bit of eviltude.   She hammered an eyebolt into opposite walls at ankle level, then ran a wire, thin as a hair, from wall to wall.  Jane stepped in front of Ho and waved a canister back and forth.  Through her limited vision Jo saw that it was the size of a soda can, but she had no idea what it's purpose was.

"Sleeping gas,"  Jane said, answering that question.  She attached the tab on top of the canister to the wire beneath one of the eyebolts.  "When your rescuers arrive, it's gonna be lights out for anyone in this cellar.  Then we'll all have a great big reunion.  What fun!"

Oh christ!  Jo realized her rescuers were as doomed as she was!  This can't be happening, she thought.  It's not how it goes on TV.

Jane Doe was bending down, hands on her knees, staring into the two blues eyes that peered out through the tape.  "You won't warn them, will you?  Oh my, that would ruin everything."  She laughed like a looney at her own joke.  Of course Jo wouldn't warn them!  

There were two dim lightbulbs in the cellar, and Jane used a gloved hand to unscrew the one nearest Jo, making the trip wire nearly invisible.  Then she returned to taunting Jo.  "Don't fret too much, little Butterball," Jane laughed.  "I've only set the heaters to cook you medium rare."  

Jo stared at the dim form of the cackling madwoman.  That blonde was going to get hers, and soon, Jo hoped.  But for now Jo was resigned to her fate, roasting in her own juices while she waited for her rescuers to fall into a trap.  The asshole blonde burglar was still in the midst of her gloating cackle, hands on her hips while she belly-laughed herself crazy.  

Not a good way to start my ninja career, Jo realized.


Stay tuned for Part Two, where things take an interesting turn.

In an act of foolish bravery, Jo