Chapter three

„Gllff!“

After breakfast, Anne had decided that it was time to once again try how it was to be gagged with a pair of panties. This time, she had forced herself to accept the silky fabric in her mouth. A bit of the balled up panties still protruded from her lips, but Anne now got a sense of what the Defoliator`s victims had gone through. She had to breath through her nose and the taste, though she had been wearing these only for a few hours, was quite vile. Anne decided that she would endure being gagged for five more minutes. At least, it only was fair, since she had a storyline in mind that would have her protagonist bound and gagged for hours. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

„Mhhmmmph!“

Hastily, Anne spat out the panties and put them under a pillow. Before she went for the door, she quickly checked her appearance in the mirror. There was that treacherous little blush that showed if she was exited – or aroused, but perhaps, her visitor would just think that she had been doing some gymnastics. Since it was quite early, she had put on no lipstick that could have been smeared.
Looking through the peephole, Anne saw a young man with brown hair, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and jeans. She vaguely remembered his face. Maybe, he had visited one of her last reading sessions or maybe, he was an acquaintance from her days at the university. Anyway, she did not await any visitors.

She put on the door chain, opened the door for a few inches and asked:

„What do you want?“

„Ah, Miss Rach, excellent you are at home. My name is Daniel Hermann. I am working for Maecenas studios, maybe you have heard from us?“

„No“, Anne said a bit repellent, but took the business card the man handed to her. It only added a phone number and a mail adress to the information he had already given her.

„We are a new and yet still rather small film studio. But we have already turned movies with-“

Anne interrupted him: „And you usually visit your customers without calling them in advance?“

The man smiled. It was a friendly and disatming smile.

„Well, my employers say that I am more persuasive if I am talking to people directly. Besides, I had been in the town anyway. Our main studio is at Nuremberg.“

Anne was a bit curious, but hid it behind a mask of mockery:

„Oh, nice to hear that my novels found their way into the capital of Franconia.“

Again, he smiled: „At least, they found their way to the shelves of Mr. Karg, my boss. He thinks that they should be filmed.“

Now, Anne was both intrigued and careful. Some month ago, a bigger and more reputed studio had made her an offer, too. They wanted to pay her some 50000 €, but they more or less wanted complete control over the changes that had to be made to the novels to turn them into a film. So, though it was a lot of money, she had refused.

Mr. Hermann seemed to read Anne`s thoughts, for he took his bag and said:

„We felt free to already work out a script. Only an exposé, so far. Actually, it was me who wrote it. Now, Miss Rach, we wanted to ask you if you would spend a look on it.“

Anne gave in.

„Well, okay. Give me the disc or the copies and I will read through it and send you my answer asap.“

Now, the man smiled a bit wolfishly.

„Miss Rach, I am only a small script writer with limited talent, but I would like some attention from a real writer. If you would read it together with me and give me immediate feedback, then, perhaps, I could improve on my own writing skills.“

Anne knew that this was only flattery, but she was interested in what he had done to the spirit of her novel and so, she let Daniel Hermann in and even prepared some coffe whilst he started his laptop.

The script was not really brilliant, but it was not bad either and Anne could see only after a few pages that he had at least tried to get a glimpse of what she wanted to express. They started to talk shop, but after a while, he interrupted her.

„Miss Rach, excuse me, but-“

„Oh, the bathroom is just the next door to the left.“

„No, than you. But I am an allergic and have to take my pills. Would you mind getting me a glass of water, please?“

Anne quickly brought him the desired and Mr. Hermann swallowed his medicine. She took another sip from her coffee before she turned again to the laptop.

„That dialogue on page five is – a  - bit – uuuh!“

Anne suddenly felt a bit dizzy and had to keep her head from falling down. Mr. Hermann jumped up and asked:

„Miss Rach, are you okay? Shall I call a doctor?“

Anne could not understand him clearly. Her vision blurred and her limbs started to feel numb.
„You – my coffee – he-“

Anne`s cry for help did not leave her throat. Before she completely lost her consciousness, she could again see the smile on the man`s face. Then, everything went black.

***

„Mhmmmmmmm! Mhhhmmmmmmmm!“

Tina`s muffled cries had lost some of their vehemency. Immediatedly after she had been awake and realized that she now was naked, bound and thoroughly gagged, she had at first thrashed in her bonds and screamed through the ball of socks and panties stuffing her mouth. After her first fury had calmed down a bit, Tina had started to work on freeing herself more methodically.

It had been frustrating. Her arms were wrapped in tape and trapped between the armrest of the armchair and that of the remnants of the chair she was tied to. In addition, her fingers were encased in tape, too. The redhead had tried everything to wriggle at least her hands free, but to no avail.

The rest of her bondage was quite discouraging, too. Her upper body was tied to the chair that was screwed to the seat of the heavy armchair. Each try of breaking free or toppling the armchair over had been fruitless. All Tina could do was wriggling her hips and move her toes. She would have to sit helplessly until anyone found her – stark naked. Embarrassed, the policewoman looked down at her ample boobs and the strip of red pubic hair between her legs. Everyone entering this room would see her like that, quite a humiliating outlook. However, as the hours had passed by, Tina had become ready to prefer being rescued to staying unseen.

Then, there was the gag. Tina knew that the Defoliator had always gagged his victims with a pair of panties, but her mouth felt so full that she was sure there was more material stuffed into it. A strange taste reached her senses and Tina had to fight down her gag reflex. She could not say exactly, but the pressure on her lips and the lower half of her face showed her that there was more than one layer of tape or cloth that further muffled her cries. Tina of course still could utter some moans and grunts, but it added to the melange of sounds coming from the TV and would not alert anyone outside the room.

For a while, Tina had followed the program shown. Whenever there had been quite passages, she had frantically screamed for help. However, the amount of advertising for sex hotlines told her that it was still in the midst of night. The Hubers would be sleeping two floors over her, not knowing that their now runaway subtenant was a criminal and that he had left a naked, bound and gagged woman at his room.

Whenever there were darker scenes on the TV, tina could see a reflection of herself on the screen. She noticed the embarrassing way the elbow tie made her breasts thrust out and how less movement her bonds allowed. Even if she fought like mad, her body remainded seated and did not change its position. All she could do was throwing her head around. Tina had tried to rub off her gag at the armchair, but the tape was too tightly applied and there were more layers ensuring she would remain silent.

„Mhhrrrrrrrr! Mhhmmmmmmmm! Uuuhhmmmmmmmm!“

It were rather expressions of frustration than serious calls for help.

***

Since Nicole had insisted on coming with her, there were now four women sitting in the office of Lord Mayor Sabine Sturm. Of course, her assistant Elena Meyer joined the group.

„So, you really think the Defoliator will snap for the bait?“, Sabine asked, still a bit sceptically, though she had agreed to Nicole`s plan.

„Yes, Mrs. Sturm. In two hours, I will speak up in the radio and in our local TV program. In addition, there will be an article in all newspapers of Würzburg tomorrow. I will announce our panel discussion and also imply that I consider him as a weak and fearful person that needs help. His vanity will almost force him to get on us.“

Sabine again showed that she had not reached her position by her good looks.

„So, we have to built up fake security measures that will allow him to slip into the studio area, but also real security measures that will allow us to catch him whenever he is close to one of us.“ She turned her head towards Ulinka: „Are you able to arrange that?“

„Of course“, the policewoman answered. She had already phoned her colleagues and though Würzburg was a rather quiet city, there were enough policemen who had received some further education in methods of preventing an assault and they had promised her a trap neither she, the Lord Mayor or the Defoliator would recognize until the latter was trapped.

Sabine smiled: „So, all we have to do now is to chose what to wear for the discussion.“

***

Anne regained her consciousness without any dizzyness or aches. Obviously, the sleeping drug worked off itself quickly. She had quickly noticed that she was tied to the four posts of her bed with four pairs of upholstered, but tightly applied and unyielding handcuffs.

„Mhhmm! Mhhmmmm!“

When she tried to call for help, Anne recognized that her lips were sealed with a piece of tape. Before she could try to get rid of it somehow, she heard a voice from the door.

„Ah, you are awake, Anne. You will excuse if I call you by your first name from now on. After all, we will become quite acquainted in the next future.“

„Mhmmmm! Mhhrrrrrrr!“

„Please, calm down, Anne. I will have to gag you much more securely soon enough, but maybe you want to put off that a bit. I have no intention to hurt you, but on the other hand, I will punish you if you do not do as I say.“

Again, there was this wolfish smile on his face. Anne mmphed through her gag and thrashed in her bonds. He just waited for her to calm down, then, he continued.

„As you may guess, my name is not Daniel, but you may call me so. I will reveal my real name to you once – we know each other better. But for now, I will have to do some, let`s say, formalities.“

„Mhmmmm!“

Ignoring her protest, he sat beside her bed and took out his smartphone. Anne shivered with fear. What did he have in mind? Why had the Defoliator changed his way of dealing with his victims? She now realized that she was still dressed the way she was when he had drugged her, except for her slippers. She still wore her leisure trousers and T-shirt and beneath, she felt she still wore her bra and panties. In addition, her mouth was not stuffed with another womas used underwear. However, this change in method did little to calm down the young authoress.

„Well, Anne, my – business partner – wants me to check up some information about yourself. I have taken the liberty of already checking some of it from your ID card. So, let`s see“, he tipped on a list in his documents.

„Mmmmph!“

„So, you are Anne Rach...born on May the 10th 1994 in Friedrichshafen – so you are really just 23?“

„Nnnngggg! Mph!“

„Oh, I did not want to imply that you look older, it`s just that you are already a respectable writer. You are 5`3``“, he examined her body, but with her legs spread, he could only estimate that this information was true.

„Long brown hair, green eyes“, he set checkmarks on his list. Anne now was rather curious than fearful. What did the Defoliator want with these rather superficial informations?

„Now, for some information I have to get by other means: first, your weight.“

„Mhmmm?“

„I know this is a delicate theme and, according to me, you are beautiful, but my partner want`s to know about it as exactly as possible. So, please, excuse!“

Anne mmphed with embarrassment and bewilderment when „Daniel“ gently pushed his hand under her butt and lifted her upwards, as far as her bonds allowed. He seemed to be much stronger than he looked like, for he weighted and taxed her as if she was an apple at a grocery shop. Then, he let her down again and meant:

„I would guess you have some – 120lbs.“

„Mhhmmmmmph!“

To her own surprise, Anne was not as much embarrassed by the fact that she was taxed like a piece of meat, but by that he had guessed her weight almost right. Anne had always considered herself as slightly overweight and now, hearing her exact weight added to that feeling, despite her bound and gagged predicament.

The man smiled:

„As I said, I think your forms are nice and the pounds are where they should be. And, speaking of that-“

Causing another squeal, he bent her head and shoulders forward and reached into the neck opening of her T-shirt. After some fumbling at her bra clips, but without opening them, he meant:

„A 34 D, just as I guessed.“

Anne blushed heavily when he added this intimate information to his list. But worse was to come, for he took a mearuring tape from his pocket.

„Mhhmmmmm! Uuuhhmmmmmm! Nnnnnggg!“

Anne shook her head no and tried to buck when he slung the measuring tape around her chest. He tried to adjust it over her breasts, but the girl continued squirming.

„Hold still!“, he told her in a sharp voice and his eyes suddenly showed an angry glance. Afraid, Anne stopped moving and allowed him to measure her bust.

„38``“, he murmured. Though she was lying on her back instead of standing and she still was wearing her bra, Anne had to admit he was right. She sighed and accepted her helplessness when he measured her waist.

„27``. So, you are still slim.“

He smiled as Anne blushed even deeper and involuntarily tightened her belly muscles. She felt humiliated, as if he had called her fat.

„For measuring your hips correctly, I would have to release your legs. But I think, we can estimate them quite well.“

Again, he shoved his hand under her back and lifted her up. With his other hand, he peeled down the waistband and looked at the label of her panties.

„A size 12, and given your other measurements, your hips are – 36 inches?“

Anne stared daggers at him and did not move an inch.

„Am I right?“, he asked and suddenly took a knife from his pocket, „or do I have to cut away your clothes before I measure your hips by myself?“

Mewing with fear, Anne nodded. She had no idea what these perverted games were meant for, but she definitely preferred confirming her hip size to being stripped with a knife.

Now, he smiled again.

„I am sorry for this, but my employer wants to know these things exactly. Maybe, it`s just for buying you new clothes. Now, one last inconvenience.“

He gently pulled down the waistband of her trousers and panties and took a quick look at her pubic area. It happened so fast that he had already adjusted her clothes back before she mewed.
The man made a notice on a list, then, he went out of the room. Anne moaned and squirmed in her bonds immediately, but he came back after only a minute. In one hand, he held his bag, in the other a white piece of cloth which she recognized with horror as the pair of used panties with wich she had tried being gagged with these before and which she had hidden under a pillow when „Daniel“ had rung the bell.

„I was quite surprised to find these on the couch, but, as you may guess, I won`t put them to your laundry drawer either.“

„Mhhhmmmmph! Uuuhmmmmmm!“

Without a further word, the man stepped on the bed, kneeled on her chest and trapped her head between his knees. Anne tried to buck him off, but to no avail. Gently, he pulled the tape from her mouth.

„Aaaauuuhhmmmmmppphh. Mhhmmmmph! Uuuhmmmmm!“

Anne tried to scream, but her cry was stifled by the panties which he worked deeply into her mouth, pressing her tongue to the back of her throat. Anne retched and gurgled and tried to bite him, but he held the dense packing in her mouth with his left whilst he reached for something in his bag.

„Uuuhhhhhmmm! Nnnnggggggg!“

Anne moaned when he gently, but firmly stuffed a washcloth into her mouth. The combined packing of her panties and the cloth filled Anne`s mouth and cheeks to capacity and made her moan with protest.

With considerable strength, he pressed a large piece of microfoam tape over her mouth. Then, he stood up from her.

„Mhhhrrrrrrhmmmm!“

Frantically, Anne tried to push against her gag with her tongue, but to no avail. However, the man was not finished. Taking a nylon stocking, he pulled it over her head. Then, he wrapped her head with duct tape, pulling each layer over her mouth and eyes extremely tight and doing at least 20 rounds, leaving only her nose free.

„Mhhhmmmmm! Mph! Mph!“

Even to Anne, her muffled cries were now quite faint. She felt him gently caressing her neck and shuddered before she tried to turn away.

„Anne, you better get used to being not able to talk and to be touched without being asked. Otherwise, you might find your future a bit – straining. Anyway, I have to go and arrange a few things, so just don`t go away, I will be back soon.“

When he closed the door of Anne`s sleeping room behind him, he could hear her moaning and rustling already damped. When he listened again from outside her flat, standing on the corridor, he could hear nothing. Satisfied, „Daniel“ went for the main door.

***

„Tina, if you are too ill to talk, send me a message, we have work to do!“

For the fourth time, Ulinka had tried to reach her colleague. There was no answer, neither at home nor at her cellphone. Tina usually was very reliable and never stayed from work like this. Then, Ulinka took a closer look to Tina`s desk – and frowned.

There was a folder she recognized as the protocols of their yesterday`s interrogations. Ulinka had told Tina to go home, too, but obviously, her colleague had done some research on her own. It was not typically for Tina to go on her own, but somehow, Ulinka felt alarmed.

Since the preparations for the panel discussion were done by policemen from another department, she had a few hours of time. So, Ulinka went to Carl, a young computer scientist who had an eye on her and always was very helpful if she needed a favour that had to do with electronics or computers.

„Carl, dear, could you please track down where I can find a cellphone with the following number?“

She gave Carl a note with Tina`s number. It was a routine job and so, after only some two minutes, he told Ulinka that it was on a small parking lot near the vineyards.

Forgetting to thank Carl, Ulinka rushed to her car and drove to the given adress. Indeed, Tina`s small blue Opel was standing there.

When Ulinka reached the car, her trained eyes spotted two things immediately: first, the cellphone was lying on the driver`s seat. Second, the car was unlocked and the keys stuck in the ignition lock.

„Holy shit, what have you done?“, Ulinka muttered. For a moment, she thought of the danger that a bomb could be placed in the car. But then, she considered this to be very unlikely.

Remembering her profession, Ulinka put on a pair of plastic gloves before she opened the car`s door. Inside the car, there were more things that shouldn`t have been there. The clothes Tina had been wearing the day before were placed on the rear seat. At least, Ulinka could see a pair of shoes, her jeans, her T-shirt and a white lacy bra. On the passenger seat, there was a sheet of paper with two names on it. One, a Simon Müller, was crossed out. The other was a Johannes Gebhard, living some 15 kilometres from here.

With a curse, Ulinka headed for her car. Whilst speeding towards the adress standing beside the second name, she alarmed the forensic team, telling them where Tina`s car could be found. Then, she called the central, telling her colleagues that there was maybe a hostage taking at the adress she gave them.

When Ulinka reached the house of the Huber family, there were already two police cars. A young policeman was talking to an elderly woman whilst three others were standing in the yard. One held his gun in hbis right, the other a crow bar.

„As I tell you, Mr. Gebhard has been in his room all night. He is such a nice man, though he often watches TV for days. He is downstairs, I have heard the TV when I did the washing some two hours ago!“

The woman shouted, like many hard-of-hearing people did. After a while, she allowed Ulinka and her colleagues to enter the house whilst one policemen guarded the separate entrance of the cellar. A quick look had already told them that the window`s curtain was closed and that the TV was on.

„Police! Mr. Gebhard, please open up!“

There was no reaction and the TV program, obviously a sitcom, did not stop.

„Police! Open up!“

Again, no reaction.

„Open up, or we have to break the door open!“

One of the men tested the door, finding it locked. Despite Mrs. Huber`s protests, he brought the crow bar to work whilst Ulinka and the two other men backed him with raised guns.

After a minute, the steel door flew open and the policemen stormed inside.

„Mhhmmmmmmm!“

They nearly staggered when the first policemen stopped at the sight of the naked, bound and gagged girl that sat in the armchair, was covered with a glistering film of sweat and whose big breasts seemed to point directly at him. Then, his eyes fell on her open legs and on the girl`s private parts.

„Tina! Oh my god, are you all right?“

„Mhhmmmmmmm! Nnnnnnnngggg!“

Tina blushed all over when she recognized the three man staring at her naked body, but she pulled herself together and nodded slightly.

Ulinka shooed the men outside and told them to call for an ambulance. Then, she started to work on the tape sealing Tina`s lips.

„Just a minute and I`ll have you free“, she said.

„Mhhmmmmm!“

It was a lie. After she had peeled away the layers of tape, she saw that Tina`s mouth was wrapped by an ace bandage, secured by two zip ties. Cursing, Ulinka told Mrs. Huber to get her a pair of scissors. Waiting for these, she caressed her colleague and told her. Tina looked at her with her big blue eyes and wriggled her hips nervously.

„This should keep you one and for all to go anywhere without a backup.“

„Mhhmmmmmmm! Nnnnnnnggg!“

The redhead seemed to be quite embarrassed and still shifted in her seat the little her stringent ties allowed her to do.

An obviously more curious than distraught Mrs. Huber brought some scissors. Ulinka cut away the zip ties and began to unwrap the bandage, only to reveal a cleave gag, secured by another zip tie and holding a massive packing in the redhead`s mouth.

Unbeknownst by the two women, not only Mrs. Huber, but also the four policemen were watching the freeing of Tina from the door. She was a colleague and they felt pity for her. On the other hand, she was a strikingly pretty young girl that was stark naked in addition.

When the last layers of Tina`s gag had fallen, Ulinka helped her to get the sodden ball consisting of her socks and panties from her mouth.

„Bathroom!“, the redhead croaked after some panting, „quickly!“

***

Though Freud had tried to calm him down, the Defoliator was angry. Calling him a weak mama`s boy that got his satisfaction by assaulting innocent women! He was not weak! During the next hours, the police would know his alter ego – actually, his real name - , but they still had no idea where he was hiding or what he had in mind for some of these innocent women!

He strolled down the streets. The Defoliator knew he had to concentrate on his preparation for turning the internet live discussion of the five women into a milestone on his way to glory, but the words of the psychologist he had heard on the radio burnt in his soul. Freud had insisted that he kept on his path and ignored this, but a part of him wanted the Lord Mayor, the blonde psychologist and whoever joined this panel discussion to be stark naked in front of him, chewing on each other`s panties and exposed to the public.

Then, there was his other project. Though Freud was his mentor and he trusted him, he had not told Freud everything he had planned so far. His project, having to do with just one pretty woman, and quite a celebrity, too, would be the crowning touch of his opus. Of course, he would have to treat her different from his previous victims. She would be-

„Hey, can`t you take care of where you are going?“

He had nearly run over an elderly man. The Defoliator quickly apologized and forced himself to concentrate on the street. It would be more than ridiculous if he got unmasked by just being too clumsy.

He looked on his cellphone and checked the app that allowed him to control the little camera at the entrance of the Huber`s house. It showed a police car standing in the gateway. So, the little redhead policewomen was detected. That meant that from now on everyone would look for Johannes Gebhard.

He looked at the plastic bag in his right. During his walk through Würzburg, he had bought several things he needed for his „project number two“ and he was not far away from her house. He could use a few hours to get on with his project, then, he would hide in Freud`s little hut that was in a garden spot some mile away. There, he could hide till he had his special appearance on Patrizia Nahle`s video stream.

Though he carefully loked around for anyone that seemed suspicious, the Defoliator felt his adrenaline level rise. Smiling, he slipped inside the house.

***