Chapter 7: Sun Tzu’s the Art of War

BodyThe Money That Money Can’t Buy; a continuation of Finding Kelly, we find out more about the Group, well we find out more about the people in the Group and how it works.

“Know yourself and know your enemy.

You will be safe in every battle.

You may know yourself but not know the enemy.

You will then lose one battle for every one you win.

You may not know yourself or the enemy.

You will then lose every battle.”

Art of War 3:6:1–6

We needed to know our enemy so that brought us to Sun Tzu’s Rule #1: “Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.” At the moment our enemy was unaware of us I hoped, and I wanted to leave it that way for the moment. We had managed to capture a major enemy agent and he was turned and owned by us now. That gave us information on who, and where the other enslaved women were at least. We also knew Subject RR33, was Edwina French, and Subject RR77, was Nozomi Hoshino, AKA Nozomi Hitsuki, who was French’s college roommate. Which told us there were at least 44 more subjects, or candidates for the treatment out there right now.

We also had the means now to break that enslavement with our own magical little blue jewels. Of course Red, Isabella, always the naysayer of our little group, brought out that they might all be mad now. No not mad mad, mad as insane mad. When questioned Edwina reluctantly agreed that it was possible, she had come close she said, and then broke down into tears. Which brought us to Sun Tzu’s Rule #4: “In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity.” Before I studied Sun Tzu’s Art of War I used to think of the French Revolution and, “how to keep your head when all those around you are loosing theirs. We would use chaos strategically.

We all agree that freeing the slaves one at a time was best strategically to create chaos in their ranks, and smoke out somebody else from the Group. There were two points of disagreement. #1, was if Toreze should disappear, or stay visible. We all agreed to leave him out as bait. #2, was if we should start at RR77, or at RR32. I pointed out that they were still working on Nozomi, and that would bring Toreze to the Group’s attention if we started with her. Whereas if we started with 32 she was already established and no longer Toreze’s responsibility, Red, Isabella, reluctantly agreed with my logic.

Questioning Professor Compton, Alexander Butterfield, and Hector Toreze, we now knew from Hector’s files, about the Institute and Doctor Lee Allen and his team of scientists. The Institute might be doing the programing of these girls, but none of us were willing to accept that they were the Group. It surprised us, from reading the file, that there wasn’t an incest connection with Subject #32, she was just a wife and mother. Well a wife and mother now, but 2 years ago she was ... well still is I guess you would have to say ... the scientist CEO of a major Japanese electronics company. At 32, Emica Nogashita, that was her name, was the driving force behind Nogashita Systems, and held the patens on several breakthrough discoveries in super conductors.

Emica was the single child of a wealthy Japanese family, and vowed never to get married. She was neither frigid, nor a lesbian. In fact she was notorious in her expensive private academies, and later in college, for being wildly bisexual, and having a string of boy toys at her beck-and-call. When she appeared to be intractable for the Group, or some of it’s clients, to work with, the Group directed Hector to approach one of the boy toys. Shikha Thakur, was a 33 year old playboy, from a good family that had dated her off and on since they were children. He had proposed marriage to her several times only to have her laugh at him.

The Group found him very amenable to their proposal, and within weeks they were officially married in a traditional Japanese wedding. She was expecting their first child even now. Shortly after the marriage ceremony she had announced that she was taking a little time off and turning over the reins of the company temporally to her trusted staff. With that she had retired with her new husband to her family’s private estate on the small “rito” ... remote island of Kyusihu. That is where Red ... or should I say Ah Kum’s grandmother, Dai Lu Ying, found them. She even managed to get us all an invite to the island. Ah Kum Jiang was the granddaughter of Roland Hathaway, the hedge fund manager/CEO of Tiger Global Associates.

In no time Roland hooked us all up with a Russan AeroVolga LA-8 twin engine, T-tailed amphibious aircraft, that is some 25% longer than the original L-4, with tricycle landing gear in Shanghai, China. Though it’s about 900 nautical miles from Shanghai to Japan and the range of the LA-8C is 650 nm this one was fitted with extra fuel tanks to extend the flight range he assured us.

The LA-8C is largely built from plastic foam, a PVC filled glass fiber sandwich really. Its wing is divided into watertight compartments. The amphibian is a cantilever high-wing monoplane with straight tapered wings. Its twin powerful 185 kW (248 hp) LOM M337C engines are placed above and ahead of the wing’s leading edge, as close to the centre-line as the clearance between propeller and fuselage allows. The two-step hull is also subdivided into watertight compartments. Two fixed underwing stepped floats at about 75% span stabilize the aircraft on water. The cabin is under the wing, with two long continuous transparencies, one on each side plus two shorter panels in the main entry hatch in the rear roof behind the trailing edge. There is seating for eight, including one or two pilots. Maximum Range is 650 nautical miles.

We flew nonstop by commercial jet to Shanghai and picked up the plane there. Both Ah Kum’s mother, Yeung, and grandmother, Dai Lu, had pilot license I found out. At the moment there was me, Kelly, Ah Kum, Yeung, Dai Lu, Red, Jesse, Steve, and now Edwina. That was the max passengers we could take safely. Barb, Betty, and Deloris, our Alpha Gamma Delta Sorority chicks were left in charge of Professor Compton, Alexander Butterfield, and Hector Toreze while we were gone.

Kyusihu island had an airstrip, but Dai Lu brought us down in the water to see how it handled. If anything went wrong we might have to use the water to leave they both explained. Me, you might ask, I had learned better than to interfere in the running of Ah Kum’s family, or the inner workings of my harem for that matter. I left it up to them now without any outside male meddling on my part. I think females just normally have a ... a ... a sixth sense ... some kind of mental telepathy, and now with the jewels (pill) ... this imprinting thing ... it was even worse? ... better? ... I’m not sure which. Anyway we sat down like a boat skimming across the waves until we were plowing through the water, like a boat almost at a full stop. Then we came up the ramp out of the water on the wheels, and parked at the edge of the airstrip. There were even some tie downs provided. We had no more that turned off the engines and finished on the radio to the tower protocol when a long bright orange bus pulled up.

“Is there a Dai Lu, or Yeung, here.” Shouted the driver from the open doorway of the bus.

“Here!” Both Grandmother, and Mother raised their arms and waived.

“I’m the courtesy wagon for the best hotel in town, ha, ha. Really the only hotel in town. Hop in and I’ll take you there, everything is already taken care of by your friend Mister Chung. Mister Chung very important man on island. Says treat you well, and he sees you tonight for dinner in main lounge.” The short fat bald driver told us all.

“Who’s this Mister Chung.” I innocently asked. I think Ah Kum’s grandmother actually blushed at that.

“Mister Chung, Xiao Chung, was a former suitor for mother’s hand in marriage many years ago.” Yeung told us all.

“Not so long ago that he has forgotten daughter.” Dai Lu said, as she snapped her wide Sakura, cherry blossom painted, silk fan open with a flourish of the wrist and fanned herself. In Japan, Sakura (cherry blossoms) symbolize clouds due to their nature of blooming en masse, besides being an enduring metaphor for the ephemeral nature of life, In Chinese culture the cherry blossoms symbolizes the dominance of females, and the beauty that she holds. Cherry blossom or Sakura meaning is connected with power, command, impact, authority, influence and privilege. I think Dai Lu has all those in spades.

“In China, but Shanghai especially. it’s the man who pays the most today, ha, ha. In old days, traditionally, it was the Chinese bride’s family that had to come up with the dowry, or property and cash, in order to ensure that she was treated well by the husband and his family. Today it’s the modern-day bachelors who face the heavy financial burden for looking to marry well, ha, ha. China’s lopsided sex ratio, some 117 boys are born for every 100 girls has seen to that. That ratio is even worse in Shanghai itself now.” Yeung whispered to the other girls, and me.

“What she doesn’t tell you is in 1950 Communist Party promulgated important social reforms.” Dai Lu herself took up the explanation. “Chinese women given equality previously denied them under the old China. Marriage became a contract between two consenting parties, while divorce was legalized, and simplified. Bigamy, concubinage, arranged marriages, and compulsory dowries, were declared illegal. Also Family Planning Policy, birth control, and even abortion, was put in place so now more boys than girls are born. One’s freedom to choose one’s partner is generally respected today. However, both parental and cultural pressures are still placed on many individuals, especially women, to choose socially, and economically, advantageous marriage partners. Xiao does not forget that many men sought my hand even without a large dowry.”

“Say you were quite a looker back in the day Grandma.” Ah Kum stuck in.

“Still am Grand Daughter.” Dai Lu huffed back indignantly.

“OK, just don’t forget why we’re here ... Emica needs to be given a little green jewel ... not a blue jewel ... We are testing, and trying to break the enslavement not just transfer it to someone else this time. She’s a test of the green jewels.” I told everyone. So after we checked in to our suite of rooms and freshen up we all went out on the town. It’s amazing how everything has changed with the advent of VISA and Master Card. Though both Dai Lu, and Yeung spoke Japanese, Edwina wound up acting as our official translator for the day.

True to his word Mister Chung, Xiao, sent us an invitation to dine with him at 6 PM sharp. When we got there we met Mister Chung for the first time. He was 69 and still tall, rather slim, and handsome in a older mature way I thought. He immediately started off flirting with Dai Lu. Dai Lu held out her hand and he took it in both of his and bending over kissed the back of it saying, “You’re just like a fine wine Dai Lu ... my eyes could drink you in all night.”

“I’m surprised you even remember me Xiao.” She answered back, but we could all see her preen herself at the compliment.

“I always thought that happiness started with an H, but now I see I was wrong, that it starts with U Dai Lu.” He shot back with another compliment.

“You old dog, I see your tongue is as sharp as ever.” Dai Lu pulled her hand back and started to make the introductions.

“OH, let me guess this must be your beautiful sister, I can see the family resemblance.” Xiao said to Yeung who blushed deep red.

“No, Xiao, this is mine and Henry’s daughter Yeung. Henry died years ago, but he left me quite well off.” Dai Lu answered back I thought bitterly this time.

“Money doesn’t buy happiness Dai Lu, nor does it put a person in control of everything in life, and it certainly doesn’t make one happier I have found. True happiness comes from within. It doesn’t come with wealth, or money, or power, because something else can turn your life around for the better, and it doesn’t cost a cent to obtain it Dai Lu. I still loved you even though you chose Henry over me.” Xiao blurted out for us all to hear and blushed.

“Another time and place Xiao, right now...” Dai Lu started but Xiao broke in.

“I read about Henry’s death ... I thought of coming to the funeral..., but we, Henry and me, didn’t get along that well in life. I didn’t want to be a hypocrite about it now that he was dead. I tried everything I knew of for six long years to contact you Dai Lu, but you had withdrawn from polite society it seemed. And now ... and now, out of the clear blue sky you contact me, and ask for a favor knowing I’d do anything for you...” Dai Lu broke in this time.

“This is not the time Xiao...” But Xiao over talked her this time.

“When will the time be right Dai Lu, we are certainly not getting any younger.” Xiao huffed, and seemed to run down having said it.

“Yes Mother, when will the time be right?” Yeung, Dai Lu’s daughter questioned her mother.

“Enough! We have work ... then we will all talk ... about ... about ... all of this.” Dai Lu put an end to it, and they all got down to the grim business at hand.

It seemed that the Thakur family owned the lower half of the island. Every month they threw a big gathering and feast for the island people. Emica and Shikha, were supposed to be the hostess and host at this year’s celebration. We only had to wait four more days. I explained to the girls again that the green jewels were supposed to free Emica’s mind from the imprint, and I would try to reframe this time from using my new power to combine them. As for said “super power” it had made itself scarce again. I mean what’s the use (fun) of having a “super power” if it hides from you?

I got to know Mister Chung, Xiao, pretty well, and was pulling for him getting back together with Dai Lu. I thought they would make a wonderful couple. Dai Lu, Yeung, and little Ah Kum were almost always in a huddle now, and the other girls were always buzzing around them, so I stayed out of their way. I was actually glad when it was time for the big party.

There is no such thing as a standard tuxedo today. A tuxedo is comprised of many parts. First, you have the jacket and pants, a dress shirt of some kind, a men’s pocket square, a belt and/or suspenders, and sometimes a vest, or cummerbund, and never forget the shoes. Then add in the fabric itself, the texture, and even the color. Then finish it off with a stunning bow tie, or tie, or fancy cufflinks.

Hey, no I’m not one of those that never leaves home without one like James Bond seems to, but unknown to me, Ah Kum’s Mother (Yeung), and Grandmother (Dai Lu), had ordered me a custom tux on line when they knew where we were going. Don’t ask me where they got the measurements? So I now had ... owned a blue wool round lapel tuxedo and matching accessories I found.

Since Emica, and Shikha were freely mingling with us their guests it wasn’t long before I had a chance to drop a green jewel into Emica’s cut crystal drink glass. After I did the dirty deed I backed way off, and signaled everyone else to do the same. It seemed like an eternity before Emica took a sip out of it while we all waited with baited breath. She actually sat the glass down twice while we were watching, but finally she actually took a gulp. There was no instantaneous effect, she continued to circle the room greeting new guests.

This went on for maybe ten minutes, but finally it had an effect. She dropped the glass she was still holding, and it clattered to the wooden floor loudly but didn’t break. Then she grabbed her head between her two hands and rocked backward and forward. Oh, I forgot to say that I got no reading from her of a trapped person in there like I had in Edwina’s case. Anyway everybody around her backed away, and Shikha, her husband, came rushing up to reach out and hug her I guess. She put both arms out to hold him away and really looked at him hard. Then a look of ... of ... pure rage ... hatred ... maniacal fury filled her eyes, and she slapped him hard across the face.

“You bastard ... you-low-down-son-of-a-bitch ... you raped me ... by God I’ll kill you if it’s the last thing I ever do.” She raved, and picked up the entire near empty punch bowel, well it was mostly empty now, and hit him in the head with it. He went down for the count, out cold on the floor. At that point two rent-a-cops showed up and restrained her, but in the process she got a hold of a pistol. She was lining up to empty the clip into him when I reached out to stop her.

Yes, there was suddenly a link between us and I knew what she intended to do. I squeezed down hard on the link and she passed out. By this time Shikha had woken up and ordered her taken out of the room, while he was busy explaining to everyone that she had just had a little too much too drink. Of course I was listening in on the bug I has slipped in his coat pocket, a dime sized and shaped Blue tooth device, and knew that he was calling his contact with the Group.

“God damn it John she just woke up and tried to kill me ... You know exactly who! You, and the damn Group assured me this was permanent. This could never happen ... What are you going to do about it? ... You have your people ... doctors ... ambulance on the way? ... OK, we’ll be waiting.” And he hung up his cell phone.

This was what we wanted to happen, but this was before the link. I turned to tell the girls, and found they already knew. I, it seemed ... we were all linked now. No, it’s not anything like mental telepathy is supposed to be. It’s just knowing things without saying them out loud. Of course I think Emica’s reaction when she was freed pretty well proves that her original personality was still in there, ha, ha, and probably the other women’s too.

There’s another thing I want to point out ... a real danger that we all recognized. The Group and it’s doctors might not be able to bring her back under control with their imprinting drug again, but that didn’t mean that the doctors they had working for them couldn’t resort to the old tried and true Draconian methods that have worked for centuries.

A lobotomy, or leucotomy, is a form of psychosurgery, a neurosurgical treatment of a supposed mental disorder that involves severing connections in the brain’s prefrontal cortex. Most of the connections to and from the prefrontal cortex, the anterior part of the frontal lobes of the brain, are severed. There is no need to cut away the skull bone, or even drill a big ugly hole into the skull leaving behind ugly scars as evidence, using only a long thin loop of wire you can scramble the gray matter like a egg yoke right through the eye socket.

Decisions, decisions, decisions, did we want to take the chance that they, the Group, wouldn’t just turn her into a walking talking vegetable that could barely feed itself? Our original plan had been to let them take her and follow where it would lead, but now with the link I thought that was out, and I felt the girls agree with me. So we freed a deeply tranquilized Emica from her two guards, and were exiting the party before we realized she was mumbling about her 6 month old daughter. So me and Kelly went back for the daughter.

Now it was time for good old Plan B since Plan A hadn’t worked so hot. It was easy to disappear in the crowd and wind up back at the plane which was all fueled up and ready to go. Actually as we were leaving hours later we heard the big private jet air ambulance requesting permission to land. I took down it’s numbers. We could always back trace it’s flight destination I reasoned.

It was Barb, Betty, Deloris, and Edwina, of Alpha Gamma Delta Sorority that came up with Plan B. If you can’t hide it flaunt it they said. All the big news papers and magazines were into exposing human sex trafficking. Go public with what had been dome to her they suggested, let her husband explain what happened. Once again we would get to observe the Group’s reaction. So Barb called up her friend Jane Ortesa on the Miami Herald and explained what we had relying on privilege. Reporter’s privilege in the United States, is a “reporter’s protection under constitutional, and/or statutory law, from being compelled to testify about confidential information, or sources.”

Once the situation was explained to Jane she went to her editor and cleared the way for a safe house and protection for Emica under her maiden name, Emica Nogashita. That was even though Emica was a Japanese national, without a passport at the moment, or legal entry into the country. Jane also launched an inquiry to the Japanese government about Shikha Thakur, and the Nogashita, and Thakur families (clans).

To demonstrate how ruthless, and I guess you would grudgingly have to say efficient the Group is, within 24 hours of the official inquiry the Thakur’s corporate jet went down somewhere over the deepest part of the Pacific Ocean killing Shikha, and several high ranking family members of both houses. Neither the wreckage, nor the “black box”, has never been recovered, but Shikha and the others have been declared officially dead after the year and a day ran out. The different insurance policies, wills, and other things left Emica and her daughter well off, not that she needs it since she’s the CEO back to running her company now.

As I have said little Emica is free of the imprinting drug, and she has sought out the ... the ... harem’s? ... for comfort. It is not just her relationship to her husband Shikha that changed in the blink of an eye. I’m sorry to say her relationship to her 6 month old daughter has changed too. She never voluntarily agreed to have a child, that was forced on her by Shikha, and some members of her own family. She’s trying at the moment, with the help of the harem, to come to grips with the love/hate relationship that clearly exists between her and her child now.

I’m not going to say the experience with Shikha has turned Emica into a man hater, ha, ha, but Kelly says to keep a low profile for the time being. Jane Ortesa, the reporter on the Miami Herald, is extremely disappointed. Her big story on brainwashing women pretty much died with Shikha Thakur, and the crash of their private corporate jet. On the other hand we’ve assured her there are other slaves out there to be freed. Emica has had no trouble reestablishing her control over her company, Nogashita Systems. That now includes the island of Kyusihu. I understand she intends to move most of the company from Tokyo to the island in the near future.

“If at first, you don’t succeed, try, try, again,”

As you’ve probably already guessed by now little Emica is part of my harem ... organization ... and wants to find the Group as much, or more, as anyone else. So I guess we’ll move on to victim #RR31, Nicole Adams. Nicole is 22 years old, 5 foot 5, 115 pounds, 32C-24-33 inches, blue eyes, long dirty blond hair, and a cute little upturned nose. She’s the daughter of James and Ann Adams, father a school teacher, mother a housewife. At 19 she applied for, and was accepted, as a intern to United States Senator Hank Adams, James’s older brother. Hank is publicly very happily married to Tallulah Brockman. Tallulah is the only daughter of wealthy industrialist Anthony Brockman. Tallulah is still extremely beautiful, but has never enjoyed sex, in fact she is almost frigid despite the years she has spent on her psychiatrist’s coach being analyzed. At this point their marriage is one of political convenience, or expediency. They even have separate bedrooms, she has her charity work, and causes, he has golf, and politics. It’s worked out well for his career. At the moment Nicole’s on his staff as a full time Senate Aide. As you have probably already guessed she is enslaved to Hank full time now.

Jane Ortesa, our reporter on the Miami Herald, still hooked on the hunt for an exclusive story is able to get us an interview at Senator Adams local downtown Miami office. The Senator sits on the Senate Appropriations Committee in Washington DC, and is only visiting here, his home state, now for a few days. Jane was the reporter, I was the photographer/cameraman, and this time Kelly was my ... our assistant. Of course everybody was tied into the cameras and mikes we were wired up with. Isn’t Blue Tooth wonderful.

When we were ushered in by the resident “Dragon Lady”, well she had to be at least 64 if she was a day, and weighted at least 220, and had the actual face of a Disney Halloween witch, even the greenish skin, complete with a large black ugly mole on the tip of her nose. Anyway there was no sign of Nicole as we all sat down to tape the interview with the Senator.

“Well Senator what’s your take on veterans affairs this year.” Jane started off. I was just wondering where Nicole was since she wasn’t at her desk in the outer office. My spy camera was concealed in a tie pin. Kelly’s was a large ruby pendant on a gold chain around her neck. We all had ear buds and bone conduction headphones and mikes on.

The Senator, “please call me Hank”, was sitting behind a what they like to call an executive style desk. His was a heavily carved mahogany, 76” wide x 40” deep x 40” tall monstrosity. A Charles Manson sex cult could have used the damn thing as a sacrificial alter I remember thinking when I saw it that first time. There was the column of drawers on each side with the deep hole the chair can go under, or his knees, in the middle. At the moment his big executive chair, really a rolling thrown, was sitting lower than normal I thought, and though he was laid back in it looking smug and comfortable, he seemed to be closer that comfortable to the desk itself. I mean sure the desk was big, but he was almost under it. The desk was raised up about a foot off the carpeted floor on these 8 ornately carved lion’s clawed feet. It was Kelly that noticed the small bare foot sticking out from under the desk.

“Hey guys, I think I just found Nicole, tee, he, he.” Kelly sub-vocalized and giggled on the bone conduction headphones channel.

“Well where is she?” I for one wanted to know.

“Just give me a minute, and everything will be explained Karl. Patience Karl, tee, he, he.” Kelly continued to giggle under her breath as she bent down and dropped her ruby pendant on the floor. Then she slid it forward with her shoe toe under the desk.

“OH, My God.” Came back over my channel as the other girls saw what Kelly’s pendant was now broadcasting live to them.

“Well what are all you seeing, that I’m not?” I asked ... demanded ... well sub-vocalized on my throat mike anyway.

“The old horn dog is sitting there getting a blow job right there in front of you while giving you your interview Karl. Nicole is under that desk butt naked sucking his cock.” Deloris laughed while sitting back in the news van watching it on their monitors with the others that couldn’t come.

“I don’t think you’ll be slipping her a green jewel at work any time soon Karl, she’s sort of busy at the moment, tee, he, he.” Barb added and giggled cutely too.

“I wonder if that’s included in the Senate Aide work description, tee, he, he?” Betty put in and giggled too.

“Karl this is as good a time as any to take up the fact that some of these girls might not take so kindly to being ... being freed ... well UN-enslaved. Some of them might actually enjoy their slavery. Hell they might actually ... voluntarily accept the pills if offered a choice. This Nicole might be one of those ... those ... those sluts that like it, ha, ha. And no it might not be such a good ideal to ... to expose ourselves...” Edwina was trying to explain, when I broke in.

“We’ll cross that bridge when and if we get there Edwina. Though I admit I don’t see a ... a prisoner ... or a victim ... doesn’t mean there isn’t one still prisoner in there, like I’m sure you and Emica both would agree needs freeing. And even if we kidnap and question them you know they’ll just lie. So our best option is to UN-enslave them even if it is against their will. Let the Group think their pills are failing, that they are loosing control. As Sun Tzu’s, Art of War Rule #4 states, “In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity.”

Nicole had been under the Senator’s desk awhile when the female reporter and her crew had come in. It was a really kinky turn on knowing the Senator was giving a live interview while she sucked him off under his desk. Nicole gave the Senator a quick kiss on the tip of his shaft, then lowered her mouth back down onto his erect cock and went back to work on his shaft and balls. Even in her mouth he felt big and hard, and she had to immediately adjust her blow job technique to accommodate his girth. She was focused at the moment on sucking and licking his cockhead and working the rest of his shaft and balls with her hands. Of course she had learned to deep-throat when she was 16, but she still got lazy sometimes.

It was only a few seconds ago that Nicole had tasted the first formation of precum on the tip of his cock, but she immediately paused as it’s flavor hit her tongue and spread through her mouth. It tasted completely different than any other guys precum she had tasted before. Of course they all tasted a little bit different, but no matter what it was always salty. The Senator’s however was actually a sort of heady sweet flavor for some reason today. It was unlike anything she had ever tasted before.