Sisters 7

Michiko shivered, but that had little to do with the tiles under her naked soles. In the morning, Hitoshi had led her towards the bathroom, untie her wrists and given her five minutes in privacy. The whole time, she had kept her head low and begged that he would not notice the dislodged blindfold.

All these hours from the moment when Michiko had recognized the silent man as one of her father`s coworkers until the time when Hitoshi had woken up, she had thought about what to do with this information – and how she could hide it best.

It had been long hours in which Hitoshi`s hand had rested on her breast and she hadn`t dared to move at all.

»If they know I have seen them, they might kill me! Even more if they manage to capture Akiko, for then, they can still blackmail Papa to do whatever they want from him!«

After some time, she had even remembered the man`s name: Ataru Yamamura. Her father was his superior, but it was not on him to decide whether Ataru go promoted. In addition, no one would stage a kidnapping just for a mere raise of salary, let alone getting the Yakuza to work together with him.

Another, terrible suspicion rose in her mind: what if her father had collaborated with the Mafia? Perhaps, he did not owe his considerable wealth to his hard work only. Perhaps, he had tried a shortcut to richness – and now, not only he was paying a terrible price, but also her and Akiko!

Hitoshi knocked at the door from the outside and she quickly used the toilet and then splashed some water into her face. Then, she went for the door and put on the blindfold, taking care it fit properly, before opening the door.

The Yakuza gently grabbed her arm and let her into the kitchen. She made no attempt to hide her nakedness with her free arm, but she was all too aware that her cuffed ankles forced her to take small steps and thus, her hips were swaying even more.

When she had sat down, Michiko felt Hitoshi unbuckle her gag. It was a relief to get it out of her mouth, but unlike the cloth gag she had been silenced with previously, the rubber ball had caused her to drool and now, some saliva ran down her chin and dropped on her body.

»Allow me!«

With a handkerchief, Hitoshi dabbed her lips and chin. Then, he went down and she let out a fluttering breath when he also removed the saliva from her breast, belly and pubic mound. Then, he said:

»You may remove your mask, Michiko-san. We will eat later.«

Michiko blushed. He could have told her that before and then, she would have been able to remove the saliva herself!

She saw that Ataru was in the other room and she was grateful for that since she feared that if she had looked at him, something in her behavior might have told him that she knew who he was.

Though she didn`t feel hungry, Michiko forced herself to eat a bread roll with jam and drank some coffee. Hitoshi meanwhile checked his cell phone. Then, he looked up and said:

»There`s nothing in the local news about your abduction. So, it seems that both your father and your sister know that it is better to leave the Police out of the game.«

»M-my father?«, Michiko gasped. Hitoshi`s eyes focused her and for a moment, she feared that he would punish her for having spoken without permission, but he just said:

»Yes, we are of course in constant contact with him. So far, he has done nothing that endangers your or your sister`s life. Obviously, he loves you both!«

Michiko felt her eyes fill with tears and Hitoshi handed her the handkerchief. Forcing herself not to sob, she dabbed her eyes and then cleared her nose. Then, Hitoshi said:

»If these Maltese simpletons don`t mess it up again, you being our guest will be over soon. But now, I and my partner have to leave. You know what that means, Michiko-san?«

He looked at her and she understood that the question wasn`t meant rhetorically. Michiko gulped before she answered:

»Y-You will b-bind and – and g-g-gag me, Hitoshi-san.«

Gravely, the masked man nodded.

»Tighter than you have ever experienced, Michiko-san!«

***

Located in the North-West of Malta, Ghajn Tuffieha wasn`t directly beside the parking lot, but the four girls had to walk a few hundred yards and then had to ascend some 200steps to get there. Since it was summer, there were already some dozens of people there, though it still was quite early.

Cordelia let out a sigh of relief. At a place as crowded as this, there would be no sudden attack from behind. In addition, the beach looked quite beautiful. She walked beside Isabelle whilst Samantha and Akiko led the small group, the latter carrying an umbrella »to protect her precious porcelain skin«.

Once they had found a decent place and draped their towels, however, Akiko no longer seemed to care about her porcelain skin and used the umbrella to protect her cell phone from the sunlight instead. Then, she kicked off her sandals and pulled her black summer dress over her head, revealing an equally black bikini that had a thong bottom.

»You are taking this bait thing very seriously?«, Isabelle asked. Akiko smiled at her:

»My potential abductors will sure make mistakes if they don`t have enough blood left above their waists!«

»Come on, don`t forget you are the Cool Chaperone!«, Samantha said, hugging her sister from behind. She had also stripped to her bikini, a strapless turquoise top and a matching thong. Isabelle shook her head and took off her own dress. By coincidence, she also wore a turquoise bikini, but hers did more look like the modest one Ursula Andress had worn in the first James Bond movie.

»Now, look at that!«

Cordelia had taken off her shirt and skirt when her eyes fell on the rocks surrounding the beach. On two spots, she could see a reflection.

»These are some locals with binoculars, looking for topless tourists! How needy can one be?«

»Well then, I don`t want these poor needy perverts to have come for nothing!«, Akiko said and took off her bikini top. Isabelle and Cordelia looked at her with their mouths open.

»Come on, I should be the one being envious!«, Akiko said, willfully misunderstanding their concerns. Cordelia could not help staring at her bare white breasts that indeed were the smallest of them four. For a Japanese, Akiko was quite well endowed; Cordelia guessed that the petite girl was a 32B. Both Samantha and Isabelle were also petite, but ample on the right places and Cordelia could remember when Isabelle had been forced to announce her bra size by their captors that she was a 32C. Cordelia`s own 34C looked less impressive in comparison, as her swimsuit had been chosen to cover and not to reveal.

»Fishing for compliments, Crêpe?«, Samantha asked and arched her shoulders so her ample breasts thrust out. Akiko hugged her friend and said in a drawling voice:

»Actually, I am fishing for – that!«

With nimble fingers, she had unclasped Samantha`s bikini and now ran away with it, waving the top through the air.

»Come on, Flashy Boobs! Remember the beach of Nice!«

»When I get you, it will be ›Killed Crêpe‹ rather than ›Killer Crêpe‹!«, Samantha shouted, running after her friend, shaking her fist playfully and only half-heartedly shielding her boobs with the other arm. Isabelle sat down on her towel, letting out a deep sigh.

»Maybe, if we get away some 20 yards, people won`t consider us connected to them«, Cordelia proposed, feeling amused and abashed by the girls` light-heartedness at the same time. Isabelle laughed, but when Cordelia had sat beside her, she became serious and said:

»I hope that I can do everything that she can remain that jaunty all her life!«

Reflexively, Cordelia put her arm around Isabelle.

»You are doing fine!«

Gratefully, Isabelle looked up to her and forced a smile on her lips. For a few moments, she just cuddled against Cordelia, enjoying the feeling of secureness.

»I know you are lying, but I pray to God that this lie will come true!«

***

To the honor of the Maltese, it had to be said that only one of the persons with the binoculars was sitting in the rocks to enjoy the sight of topless women. The other two were there for business reasons, more or less.

»This Akiko sure isn`t shy at all«, Caine said, licking his lips in a way that made Marc feel uncomfortable. And yet, when the man handed him the binoculars, he also had a look. Suddenly, he petrified.

»Holy Fuck!«

He pressed the binoculars against his eyes as if this would sharpen his eyesight. The two girls were talking to two other women, a small redhead in a turquoise bikini and a tallish brunette in a dark blue one piece. Caine said something, but Marc was just focused on the two.

These were the women he and Tao had surprised in the warehouse the day before! The two Tao wanted him to get for her! He put down the binoculars and turned towards Caine who looked at him expectantly.

Marc sighed. Of course, he had only hired Caine to help him in getting the Japanese girl caught and he had seen no reason to reveal his other business to him. But if the redhead and the brunette were somehow related to Akiko, he could not leave his new partner completely in the dark.

»These two women – we have to get them, too. It`s – other business!«

»Working with the Yakuza and you still have the resources for other business«, Caine said mockingly and took the binoculars from him.

»Whom are they for? The Triads?«

Caine looked at the brunette who was just creaming her body with sun oil. She had excellent legs and again, he licked his lips. Then, he said towards Marc:

»Call Aaron and Hank!«

Marc frowned. When they had gotten here after Kenny (the guy on the scooter) had told them about the whereabouts of their targets, Caine had made clear that he preferred working with professionals and had made clear that he despised the two. In fact, he had strongly implied that he didn`t consider Marc a professional either.

»Do you play chess?«, Caine asked with a sardonic smile. Marc was puzzled by the abrupt change of topics.

»Well, I know the rules, yeah!«

»Then, you know that for to win, you sometimes have to sacrifice a few pawns! Do you have a problem with that?«

He looked at Marc who, after a few seconds, lowered his gaze and shook his head. Then, he took his phone and called his accomplices.

***

»Tighter than you have ever experienced, Michiko-san!«

Hitoshi`s words echoed in her head. Of course, her experience in being tied up wasn`t big, since it had only happened to her for the first time when the men had abducted her in front of her flat. But still, these men and especially Hitoshi had always found a way to up the ante.

Currently, she still sat in the kitchen, unrestrained except for the ankle cuffs, whilst Ataru was in the bathroom. Somehow, waiting for the inevitable was even worse than the actual ordeal.

Finally, Ataru left the bathroom. Dressed in a business suit, the mask looked even stranger on him. Though she knew that now, Hitoshi would have his way with her, she felt relieved when Ataru left the flat; as long as he was elsewhere, there was no risk he would find out that she had recognized him.

»Now, you may clean your teeth. And better relief yourself, too, it`s going to be a long time in bondage!«

Though the matter-of-fact way he said that made her shiver, Michiko followed his order and offered no resistance as he then cuffed her wrists behind her back. She expected him to lead her to the bedroom, but instead, he cradled her in his arms. Michiko gasped and she heard him chuckle under his mask.

He lowered her to the floor in front of the bed and she had to stand and watch as he draped different things on the bed: a long coiled hemp rope, several scarves – and her panties. She glanced nervously at the latter.

Hitoshi stepped behind her and draped the rope around her neck as if it was a fur stole. As he then got in front of her and pulled so both ends had the same length, she felt that the rope that brushed over her nape and sent a tingle down her spine felt soft, though it looked rough.

The rope was long, very long, and so, it took its time for Hitoshi to tie a double knot so the noose around her neck was so loose it didn`t block her breathing, but tight enough she would not have been able to get it over her head. Then, the ends were threaded under her armpits and Hitoshi again stepped behind her and pulled the slack out before he tied another double knot between her shoulder blades. The rope was considerably tight and Michiko felt pressure on her nape whilst the other end of the noose was pulled away from her throat. She let out a small sigh.

»Patience, Michiko-san!«

Again, he got in front of her and the rope ends were now knotted below her breasts. Michiko noticed that he worked without looking at the ropes and stared at her nipples instead. She could not help blushing.

Two times more, her upper body was encircled: he tied the ropes together at the small of her back and then midways between her navel and the top of her thatch of pubic hair. Michiko felt restrained though none of the ropes even touched her arms or legs so far.

Her breath accelerated as Hitoshi then pushed the dangling ends between her legs, though his hand was somewhere at her knees. He then threaded them over the knot at the small of her back and pulled. Michiko gasped in anticipation, remembering her crotch rope from the previous day. Only had she been wearing panties on that occasion. However, Hitoshi took care that the ropes were framing her pubic area instead of cutting through it. He pulled until Michiko felt the bite of the ropes at the tops of her inner thighs and let out a groan of pain.

Taking the rope end between his teeth, Hitoshi now uncuffed her wrists and folded her arms so her forearms were parallel behind her back. Again, he pulled the ropes tight and then used them to tie her forearms midways between elbows and wrists. When he had tied the knots off and let her go to examine his work so far, Michiko felt that now, every moving of her arms let to quite inconvenient rubbing of the ropes framing her labia and cutting into the tops of her thighs.

Hitoshi was far from being finished. Now, he slung the ends around her upper arms, threaded them through the knot between her shoulder blades and pulled. Michiko ached as her arms were forced closer together and she felt sweat build on her forehead from the strain. She felt that now, her arms were painfully connected with her upper body and she could not move them at all, except for some weak fluttering of her fingers.

»Does it hurt, Michiko-san?«

The girl nodded and looked up to him, pleadingly. His eyes showed what could have been a sign of compassion, but then, he just said:

»Then, I am doing good work so far!«

He examined his ropework, touching her with the gentleness of a lover. Then, he asked:

»You want me to spank you, Michiko-san?«

»No!«, she snapped. Michiko only too well remembered that he had a strong right and she was sure that she had not shown any signs that she had liked such punishment. Hitoshi brushed over her cheek and again, she heard a chuckle.

»No need to be upset, Michiko-san. But now comes a part of that version of Shibari that might be a bit – bothersome. However, I want you to behave. So, every twitch and every sound will be punished! Please, keep that in mind!«

He took the dangling rope ends and put them over her bound forearms before tying some knots in them. Then, he pushed them between her legs again and when he grabbed them and pulled them upwards in front of her, Michiko knew what he had meant: not only were her arms pressed against her back even more, the ropes now searched a way between her buttocks and rubbed over her soft flesh. Michiko gritted her teeth as she felt the knots in her cleft and others press against her labia.

The rope ends were now threaded over the knot above her pubic area and again, the man pulled. He even adjusted to her breath and pulled when she breathed out. Michiko could not help groaning and twitch with her legs as everything tightened between her legs and the ropes tried to find a way inside her.

»That`s two penalty points!«

Again, he pulled, and again, the girl whimpered and bucked, unable to keep herself from stopping to fight the line of fire between her legs. Hitoshi tricked her by always waiting until she breathed out for this caused her to involuntarily relax her muscles a bit and so, he could get the ropes deeper and deeper into her crotch before he finally tied it off. Michiko panted heavily and she had tears in her eyes. The rope had sunk deep into areas where no rope was supposed to go and one knot now permanently pressed against her clit. Below, the ropes literally disappeared from view.

»Wh-why?«, she croaked, unable to fight her sobbing. Hitoshi took her shoulders and pulled her against him. As he brushed through her hair, he said:

»Just because I can! Now, will you accept your punishment?«

Her first reaction was to defiantly rise, but this caused such a wave of pain as she tore on her bonds that she let out a squeal and sank against him again. Michiko sobbed from sheer helplessness. The Yakuza now tightened the grip on her hair and pushed her face against his chest. Then, his other hand hit her buttocks. Even in her world of pain, fear and embarrassment, Michiko noticed that the blows were not that hard and only caused a mild tingling. After the spanking, he took a handkerchief, dabbed the tears from her eyes and even let her clean her nose. Then, he made her sit on the bed. Michiko let out a sharp breath as sitting made the crotch rope even more uncomfortable, but she managed not to scream or moan again.

Hitoshi folded her legs into a triangle and then used the rope ends that were still several feet long to tie her left ankle to her right knee and vice versa. Finally, he tied the ends off to the right upper and the left lower bedpost. Michiko now couldn`t move at all, except for shaking her head or lowering her upper body.

»Now, it`s time for your gag. You know what will go into your mouth this time, Michiko-san, don`t you?«

Michiko gulped, though her mouth felt dry already. Then, she breathed:

»M-my – my p-p-panties!«

»Exactly!«

He took them from beside her and held them to her face. Michiko`s nose cringed as she sensed the fragrance.

»Your sweaty panties you have worn for two long days and an entire night. Do you like the smell?«

»No!«, she croaked, though she knew that this was exactly what he wanted to hear. Hitoshi brushed over her cheek and then her ear, playfully pulling on her earlobe, before again grabbing her scalp. He forced her to arch back her head and then, she felt something soft on her lips and tasted her own sweat on the smooth silk.

To her surprise, he withdrew the panties and then took something from his pocket. Michiko recognized her worn pantyhose, now crumpled and covered with ladders. Hitoshi took his pocket knife and cut off the legs. Then, he grabbed her panties again.

»Close your eyes and open your mouth!«, he ordered, grabbing her hair again.

Michiko obeyed. To her surprise, she felt something warm and soft on her lips and it took her some time to recognize it was Hitoshi kissing her. Her eyes widened, but as she wanted to utter a protest, he withdrew and instead, he now pushed the panties between her teeth.

»Uuughh!«

Michiko clenched her teeth and tried to fight getting gagged with her own underwear. She knew that this would mean additional punishment, but she reflexively fought the mass of sweaty silk.

Hitoshi had one hand free, but instead of spanking her, he just brushed over her side. Michiko cringed and helplessly gasped. She felt some cloth between her teeth and now, it was a lost cause. Hitoshi now put his left hand at the back of her head and her tongue was no match for his fingers that pushed the wad further.

He worked the panties deep into her oral cavity, causing her to chortle and moan. They not only tasted vile: her modesty had caused her to choose fullback panties that were quite substantial and he stuffed until a dense wad blocked her tongue and stuffed her mouth.

»UUhhggg!«

Hitoshi took one of the pantyhose`s legs and tied it tight between her lips. Then, he crammed the crotch part of the nylon garment in the small space left between her teeth and lips and secured that with the second leg, again pulling the ends excruciatingly tight. Michiko groaned, but Hitoshi just took one of the scarves, folded it into a band and tied it over her mouth. Above, he tied another silk scarf, this time also pulling it over her chin before tying it off. A third scarf was then tied over her mouth and nose.

»Mph!«

Hitoshi, lifted his mask over his mouth, took her head between his hands and kissed her forehead. Then, he said:

»Now, you perhaps fear me or hate me – or both. And yet, you will pray for my save return.«

»Mhmm?«

»For if I don`t return – I doubt that you will be found in time or manage to get loose.«

»Mmhrrrrmmmmmm! Hhhrrrmmmmmmmm!«

Michiko screamed with sheer horror, but he just stood there and waited until her wailing ebbed away to a heavy panting.

»See you later, Michiko-chan!«

He bowed and then left her alone, closing the door behind her. Michiko bucked and her tight crotch rope reminded her that sitting still was the better option. In helpless agony, the girl looked at the door and suddenly, she realized that he had called her »chan« instead of »san«.

The suffix was used for female friends, pets – and lovers!

***

After a while, Cordelia began to relax and even to enjoy being at the beach. She and Isabelle had repeatedly looked at the rocks, but finally, they had decided to ignore these peeping toms. As long as they just watched from the distance, they were harmless and besides, they would not see more from Akiko than she deliberately offered anyway.

»I could never show off like that anyway! But on the other hand, who am I to judge?«

It seemed that Isabelle saw it the same way for when the girls returned after Samantha`s chase for her bikini top, she said nothing and just offered them some water. Samantha had put her top back on and Akiko also seemed to have decided that provocation was only funny if someone felt provoked: after some lolling around on her towel, she also covered her breasts. Then, she pointed to the sea and said:

»You see that buoy?«

Said buoy was bobbing on the waves a few hundred yards away from the shore. It was obvious that she wanted to swim there and she was looking at Samantha, but the redhead didn`t appreciate the idea.

»I came here to get some color and not to develop muscles!«

She turned on her belly and unclasped her top. Pleadingly, Akiko looked at Isabelle, but she also shook her head.

»Samantha will need someone to gossip about you whilst you are gone!«

She positioned herself beside her sister, lying on her belly as well, but leaving her top closed. Cordelia got up and brushed the sand from her legs.

»I would join you!«

Akiko cocked her head.

»Really? I mean, it`s really quite far and at your age-«

At her age! Cordelia had celebrated her 33th birthday a few days ago, but that didn`t make her an old hag! She raised her hand and slapped Akiko`s barely covered butt.

»Ouch!«

It was rather a cry of surprise than pain and Akiko also smiled because she wouldn`t have expected that reaction from the reserved Dr. White. Cordelia smiled, too:

»I do not only have strength in my lovely legs, girl! Now, let`s see if your only strong muscles are those of your tongue!«

Akiko stretched out her right and as they shook hands, Cordelia felt that the girl at least had a strong handshake. Then, the Japanese asked:

»What`s the price for the winner?«

Cordelia shrugged and suggested a cocktail at the bar, but Samantha had another idea:

»I know! The winner may choose what the looser has to wear on our next trip to the beach!«

Cordelia did not like the idea, but she decided not to show it:

»Well, ›Killer Crêpe‹, I would definitely like to see you wearing something that leaves at least a few things to imagination!«

»In your wildest dreams, Doc!«

Again, they shook hands and then walked towards the beach, Akiko braiding her hair on the way. They agreed upon starting when Akiko, the smaller of them, no longer could stand and so, they waded into the water.

»Don`t worry, Akiko. I may have completed my lifeguard course before you could even swim without arm floats, but I think I can save you if you go limp.«

Akiko smiled skittishly.

»Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, hm?«

Cordelia blew a kiss towards the girl and said:

»On second thoughts, I think I will leave you to the sharks!«

They started to swim and whilst at the beginning, both had started slowly, it soon became a serious match. Cordelia was a good swimmer; when at home, she went to the local pool once or twice a week and she didn`t owe her shapely legs just to genetics. However, it turned out that Akiko also wasn`t just a showoff, too. Cordelia really had to fight and reached the buoy just mere seconds before her concurrent. Panting, they looked at each other, treading water and grabbing the buoy with one hand. Then, Akiko gasped:

»You really – must hate – bikinis!«

Cordelia patted the other`s shoulder and smiled maliciously:

»You sure will look great in your new burkini!«

Akiko giggled, not being sure whether Cordelia was joking. For a while, they rested at the buoy, enjoying the pleasant languor after a good workout. Then, Akiko suggested:

»How about a race to the beach? This time, it will be just about a Planter`s Punch!«

Cordelia would have appreciated to leisurely swim back towards the shore, but she sure wouldn`t back down from the little brat. So, the two shook hands again when they suddenly heard the engine of an approaching boat.

Of course, at an island, a boat wasn`t anything unusual and the small wooden vessel, painted in red, blue and yellow, looked like most of the traditional boats Malta was famous for and that adorned so many postcards. But suddenly, Akiko`s smile vanished.

»Kuso!«

She had just recognized the man in the bow. He sported a black eye that he owed to Akiko.

***