Warning: Rated for language, violence and adult behavior.

The main characters of this story are based on characters from the cartoon 'Code Lyoko.' I do not own, nor do I claim, any copyright to these characters.

This story also uses characters from the graphic novel 'Sin City' by Frank Miller. I do not own, nor do I claim, any copyright to these characters.

This story also uses characters from the movie 'Wasabi', directed by Luc Besson. I do not own, nor do I claim, any copyright to these characters.

References to 'The Goon' in this story do not refer to the character of 'The Goon' by Eric Powell.


"Please, Mistress! Please do it! I've been a good boy, honest!"

The bound man writhed in the agony of anticipation on the plastic sheet overing the floor as Gail stood over him. He was a grimy little worm, just like all the other grimy little worms that Gail serviced and made her living from. This little worm, however, had something she wanted, and badly. He had information.

"I don't think you've been a good boy, Marty," she said, "I think you've been touching yourself when I specifically commanded you not to."

"Oh, nonononono," he quickly replied, "I never touch myself unless you allow me. The last time I did was month ago!"

"And the last time I allowed you that pleasure was two months ago, bad boy!" she roared, "just for that, I'm going to whip your ass in punishment for disobeying me!"

She walked over to the table, where she kept her 'tools', and picked up a riding crop. She then went back over and proceeded to beat him with it. He writhed and cried as she worked, always seeming to get the part she struck in perfect alignment with her stroke. His cries were a mixture of pain and ecstasy.

When she finished, she held the tip of it to his face. He kissed and licked it reverently.

"You know, Marty, maybe you've been a good boy after all," Gail told the man, "you confessed your sins and took you punishment like a man, and that pleases me. So here's what I'm going to do. I need to know something, and you know what it is. Tell me what I want to know, and I'll give you what you want. But let me warn you, if you lie to me, I'll find out about it. If you lie to me, I'll never touch you again. I'll make you watch while I give everyone else in the world what they want, but never you. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress," Marty replied, almost sobbing.

Gail then removed her belt and skirt, standing naked before him except for her stockings and shoes. She walked up to him, the plastic tarp crinkling as she stepped, and placed herself almost directly over his head. He looked up and shuddered in anticipation.

"Marty, what I want to know is, where is your boss going tonight?"

Marty's eyes got wide. How did she know the boss was going anywhere tonight? He didn't even find out until this morning!

"I, I don't know, Mistress," was his reply, "I just found out that he was going out. I didn't get any more details."

"Yes you did," Gail purred, "he tells you everything. And here I thought you really wanted it so bad. I guess I was wrong." She stepped back and turned away from the man.

"Wait! Okay! He's going out on his yacht, on the Electra! He's going to some kind of party at sea! That's all I know! Only the captain and he knows the exact location! Pleasepleaseplease! I told you all I know! Do it! DO IT!"

Gail smiled. What he just said jived with what Hubert and the others had figured out. She turned slowly back around and returned to the man. She stood over him as he looked up excitedly, expectantly. He was her dog, her worshiper. She looked down at him, his Mistress, his Goddess, and smiled beautifully at him as she gave him what begged for, what he desired most.

"Gooood boy," she purred as he writhed and wallowed.


Back at Kadie's, they waited. Odd helped Kadie downstairs. Ulrich helped too, until Miho came and they went up to the roof to practice. Jeremie sat at the computer, looking for that one vital piece of information that would give them the advantage against the slavers.

Momo had put his stuff away and crashed. Hubert just sat there, marking the seconds. Marv took the time cleaning he pistol he had brought back with him when he returned the day before. As he worked, he talked to it, apologizing for being gone so long and neglecting it. He called the gun Gladys.

Suddenly, there was a knock, then Gail walked into the room.

"I got it! Pier 32, the Electra. Bart Winslow is going to the auction tonight."


"You are not going, and that's that!" Marv roared at the boys, "this is no place for children!"

"If I remember correctly, there will be children on that ship," Jeremie said.

"You know what I mean!" was the huge man's reply. Marv hated shouting at the boys, especially like this, like his father did when he was young. He didn't blame them for wanting to go, they wanted to rescue their friends. But what was going to happen on that ship tonight was nothing innocent eyes should see. Marv was going to Hell for a lot of things he had done in his life, but he would not be the one who corrupted these good kids.

Hubert, Momo, Gail and Miho watched the argument in silence.

"Marv, there's no way you're leaving us out!" Ulrich said, the only way you're going to stop us is to chain us up!"

"Got that covered, if it comes down to it." To emphasize Marv's point, Gail held up three pair of handcuffs, all ready to use.

"Marv, I know you think we're kids, and I know you're trying to protect us," Jeremie said, "but the people we love are on that ship, and I for one will do anything, anything, to bring them back safely." He then added in a lower voice, "I will even give up my hope of Salvation to save her."

"And so will I," Ulrich added, "my life is nothing without her, and I haven't even told her yet. We're going."

Gail moved to the boys to secure them.

"No, don't," Marv said, a sad, tired look on his face, "I won't deny them their chance. I would slaughter up and down the streets of Sin City for the ones I loved. And what about you, Odd? Are you still in?"

"Yeah," he replied, "no one messes with my family and gets away with it, not if I can do something about it."

Suddenly, Hubert's cell phone rang.

"Hello? One moment. Jeremie, it's for you."

Jeremie took the phone. "Yes."

"Status," came the voice of XANA.

"Aelita is still on the ship. We have determined that is anchored ten miles off shore. They are going to sell her at auction tonight. We are making preparations to get her back."

"The deadline for returning Aelita has passed," XANA said.

"We told you days ago that we wouldn't make the deadline!" Jeremie shouted, "you were even the one that gave me the pictures from the Panama Canal! You knew we wouldn't be able to bring her back!"

There was silence on the other end of the line.

"Let me speak to Detective Fiorentini," XANA said.

Jeremie handed the phone back to Hubert.

"Fiorentini, what do you want?"

"Who is the individual standing next to you?" XANA asked.

Hubert was surprised by the question. He looked around, then decided XANA was referring to Momo.

"His name is Momo, and he is an old friend of mine."

"I wish to speak with Momo," XANA said.

The detective got a strange look on his face, then handed the phone to Momo. The moment Momo held the phone to his ear and said hello, a black cloud issued from the phone, enveloping the little man. Everyone in the room jumped back as the cloud entered him. He stood there a moment, his head slumped down, his eyes closed. Then, he raised up and opened his eyes.

His pupils were gone. In their place was the symbol of XANA's control of the man. XANA had possessed him.

"Now, we shall proceed to the ship to obtain Aelita," XANA said through Momo's mouth as he hung up the phone, "I have gathered the plan from this subject's mind, and it will have to do, given the limited resources at my disposal. I will allow this one mobility to perform his role in the plan and observe, but I reserve the right to take direct action when I feel it is necessary to return Aelita. And be advised that the other hostages are not a priority. Aelita must be rescued and returned to my default perceptual envelope or I will incinerate Paris."


Bart Winslow smiled in anticipation as his driver pulled up to the pier. He had never in his life seen a girl as beautiful as the one he saw in the message he received. She looked like she literally wanted Bart in her now! And a virgin on top of it! His dick got stiff just thinking about her.

"Marty, this is good. I'll walk on in from here," Winslow told his driver.

"You gonna need me for anythin' else, boss," Marty, the driver, asked.

"No, go on back to the house. I'll call when I get back. And have Anders prepare the 'special' guest room. I expect to be entertaining over the next few days."

"Yes, sir. I'll tell him as soon as I get back."

Bart got out of the car, grabbed his briefcase, and walked onto the pier, heading for the Electra. His mind had already raced ahead, past sailing to the auction, past buying the girl, to what he was going to do once he got her back on his yacht, then back to his home. He almost spent himself in anticipation.

Marty watched as his former employer walked off, a lamb to the slaughter. The driver didn't have to be told that trouble was brewing tonight, and he was the cause of it. By the time anyone thought to ask the faithful chauffeur what had happened to his boss, Marty would be across the border in Mexico. He'd rather rot in a Mexican jail, if it came down to it, than face whatever would come after tonight, especially if The Mistress was involved. Marty put the car in reverse and ran for his life.

Bart Winslow barely noticed his car speeding off into the night. He made his way to his yacht, noticing that it was still dark. He had specifically told the captain to be ready to cast off as soon as he arrived; it wasn't like him to be so lax. Maybe something was wrong, Bart hoped not. The last thing he wanted was to miss out on the bidding tonight.

"Ahoy, Captain! Prepare to cast off and get under way!" he called out as he came aboard. There was no one about, and that was strange. There should be at least two deck hands making ready to sail, and his butler should be here with his drink waiting for him. What was going on?

Winslow wandered around, looking for someone. He finally made his way to the bridge, surely someone was there!

When he entered, he saw the two deck hands, his butler and the captain on their knees, with their hands clasped behind their heads. That's when he felt the cold steel of a blade press against the side of his neck.

"Welcome aboard, Mr. Winslow," said a low gravely voice. A figure appeared from the shadows, a huge man, a monster. He smiled an evil smile, one that foretold pain and suffering.

"You don't mind if me and some friends hitch a ride with you? Our ride backed out at the last minute and we soooo wanted to make the party tonight. I hear it's gonna be a gas."