Sisters 10

The church bells had told Michiko that some three hours had passed since Hitoshi had left, but according to her state of exhaustion, it could also have been three days.

Being nearly unable to move, any struggles would have led to nowhere anyway, but in addition in being tightly trussed up, there was the crotch rope. That damn, mean crotch rope that cut her in two and that sent shivers of pain through her body whenever she did things like breathing too heavily or trying to shift her position – and waves of agony when she tried to fight her bonds in earnest. It had taken Michiko less than a minute to accept that she wouldn`t get loose and finally, she had sunk back until her shoulders touched the wall behind her. This eased the pressure between her legs just a little and so, she had found the position tolerable. However, as she had tried to rise, a new wave of pain had shot through her loins and she had decided not to try that again and to simply ignore the growing numbness of her limbs.

Then there was her gag. Not only was her mouth packed full so Michiko was sure that even if she had cried her lungs out, it would have been heard at the corridor. It was also the fact that she was gagged with her own worn panties – panties she had been wearing for two days and an entire night before they had ended up in her mouth.

Michiko had tried to be rational about it; that it was just her taste – but sad taste was vile and that this was her taste made it even the more humiliating. In addition, now, the gag had sucked all saliva from her mouth and she felt thirsty and slightly dizzy from having to breathe through the cloth tied over her nose and mouth.

Like that, Michiko was dawning on the bed when she suddenly heard the door. Little later, Hitoshi entered the room. He had put on his mask and was pulling a large suitcase into the room.

»Uuuuhhmmmm!«

The years of education to politeness took over and Michiko tried to sit straight, only to be rewarded by another painful reminder of her tight crotch rope. She cringed and fell back. Hitoshi approached her and gently helped her to sit up. He even sat down beside her and when he caressed her hair, she didn`t resist and leaned against him.

»Look who`s there, Michiko-chan.«

She blinked and looked at the suitcase. Now, she realized that some grunts and moans were coming from inside. Akiko! She groaned through her gag and her eyes widened, but Hitoshi said:

»According to my local partner, she has got some fighting spirit inside her. So, you better show her a good example of how to behave properly.«

Hitoshi got up and Michiko watched with helpless fascination as he opened the suitcase`s lid. Her eyes fell on a woman, folded in three and wrapped in ropes. Her bare skin was covered with sweat and when Hitoshi loosened the ropes encircling her and sat her up, she could see that her head was hooded by a stocking and had tape wrapped over her mouth and eyes. Now, she also saw that Akiko wasn`t stark naked, but still was wearing a black thong.

In the past, Michiko had never appreciated her sister`s choice of underwear, but now, an irrational thought was haunting her: a thong would be more convenient as a gag!

Akiko shook her head and protested through her gag, but could not do much as Hitoshi forced her to remain kneeling inside the suitcase. Then, he unwound the tape from her head and Michiko could see how Akiko`s eyes widened under the stocking as she recognized Michiko and saw how severely she had been trussed up.

The stocking was removed and Akiko now let out an angry grunt as Hitoshi grabbed her long braid, slung it around his wrist and forced her to keep her position. Like that, she had to watch her sister whilst she still had another stocking tied tightly between her lips, holding a big white wad inside her oral cavity.

»Your sister has already adjusted to live in captivity, Akiko-san – and you better learn quick, too!«

Now, Michiko realized another emotion in her sister`s eyes: contempt. The same expression, she had shown in the past because Michiko had been living according to Japanese traditions whilst Akiko had been rebelling against it.

»Just try to be rebellious here, Imouto (younger sister)! It will get you harsher binding and gagging, accompanied by some spanking!«

Then, she was horrified by what she just had thought. Was she really anticipating that the Yakuza would discipline her sister?

Hitoshi now used Akiko`s hair and her crotch rope to lift her from the suitcase and made her stand on the floor, waiting until the panting girl was able to keep balance. Then, he slapped her butt, causing Akiko to rear up and fume through her gag.

»Get over to your sister!«

Another, less playful slap followed and so, Akiko hopped over to the bed, staggered and fell forward so her chest hit the bed`s edge and her head was right in front of Michiko`s naked, bisected crotch. When her sister stared in horror at the tightly applied crotch rope, Michiko could not help blushing. Hitoshi stepped beside her and grabbed Akiko`s crotch rope that had become loose and tightened it so the girl mewed. To Michiko`s horror, he used his other hand to brush over her splayed middle.

»You see, Akiko-san, your crotch rope just says ›I am here‹, but Michiko`s says ›you`ll regret every slight movement‹!«

For a while, he rhythmically pulled on Akiko`s crotch rope whilst the thumb of his other hand now pushed against the knot over Michiko`s clit, massaging it. She again felt the painful tingling, this time accompanied by the embarrassment of being watched by her sister as she was manhandled that way. Hitoshi pressed harder and she let out a whimper. Then, he asked Akiko:

»What I am trying to express is: don`t disobey my orders. Did you get me, Akiko-san?«

When he let her go, Akiko stared daggers at him. But after a few seconds of hesitating, the girl finally nodded slightly.

***

The very second Caine, Marc and Akiko had left the flat, all dams broke and Samantha panicked. Frantically, she pulled on her bonds and squirmed. Isabelle groaned when her sister`s movements or just gravity caused Samantha to pull on the rope that connected her knees to Isabelle`s crotch rope or when she pulled hard on the scarf that was tied around both their necks. Their naked breasts rubbed over each other and in addition, Samantha screamed through her fully packed mouth.

»Hhhrrrrmmmmmm! Uuuhhmmmmmmm! Mhhhhmmmmmph!«

It was frustrating for Isabelle was only too aware of her own helplessness as she had to endure her sister`s squirming and moaning. When exhaustion finally forced Samantha to calm down, Isabelle felt exhausted, too, and perspiration covered not only Samantha`s body, but also her own.

Now, her sister had given up for the moment. Panting heavily through her nose, she had her head resting on Isabelle`s shoulder and she could hear a faint sobbing. Even through the double padding of their boobs, she could feel Samantha`s heart beat heavily and she did the only thing she could do to console her little sister: she bent forward and brushed over Samantha`s cheek with her nose. It took a while she did so, but finally, the sobbing ceased and Samantha looked at her, her tearful eyes just inches away from Isabelle`s.

»Mmhmm! Uuhmm?«

»Mph!«, Isabelle answered. She forced herself to look calm and confident, trying to let her eyes say:

»We are getting out of this soon, Samantha, trust me!«

And, miraculously, it worked. Samantha nodded slightly and her expression became less fearful. Isabelle felt like a traitor to her beloved sister. Though it sure helped that Samantha had regained a little confidence, there was absolutely no reason to frolic. They were still nearly naked, tightly bound and thoroughly gagged and their only hope was to be found by the cleaning lady that would not arrive before the next morning.

A terrible thought came up in Isabelle`s mind and she needed all her strength not to scream in helpless panic herself:

What if the cleaning lady had no own keys and found the door locked? Isabelle doubted that they would be able to alert her and in front of her inner eye, she saw the cleaning lady shrug, grab her belongings and decide to return the next day.

The thought was quite realistic, but in her current predicament, realism was something they couldn`t afford!

***

»Why does Marc send someone? I told him that I don`t want anyone to know my hideout!«

Caine smiled superiorly.

»You seem to forget that this hideout has been used by me and other before. This is a small island – but anyway, Marc had to get an instant delivery to his other business partner. So, he sent me for the reward.«

Tao raised an eyebrow.

»I paid Marc in advance and it is on him how much of his money he gives to his henchmen. If you want money, you have to go to him!«

Caine nodded, as if he was letting this new information sink in. Then, he strolled over to where Cordelia was bound and looked down on the partially clad woman.

»And who`s that beauty?«

»None of your business! So, if you don`t mind, you better go now. Ask Marc for your money – and tell him that in the future, I only want to see him!«

Cordelia could not help registering the dynamics in the conversation of these two. Tao still held her gun and she sounded strict, but she was lacking the sovereignty of her sister. Therefore, Caine didn`t seem impressed and kept up his almost impertinent smile. He shrugged and said:

»All right, I will go. Bu before, you might want to answer one question to me.«

Tao opened her mouth to ask what he wanted to know when the man suddenly hit her wrist with the edge of his hand. The gun dropped from Tao`s hand and before she could react, the man had kicked away her legs and threw himself upon her. Tao fought, but she obviously wasn`t a fighter like her sister and so, after some struggling, he was sitting on her chest, pinning down her arms with his knees. Ignoring her flailing legs and her panting and aching, he took a plastic zipper bag from his jacket and took a cloth from it.

»The question is: does this rag smell like chloroform to you?«

»Whhaauummph!«

Tao fought, but Caine had her hair grabbed with one hand and with the other, he pressed the cloth over her mouth and nose, forcing her to inhale the narcotic. Helplessly, Cordelia watched as the woman`s flailing increased and then, her movements became weaker and her muffled screams got fainter and finally, she passed out.

Caine kept the rag over her face for another minute before he rose and turned towards Cordelia. For a moment, she thought that he now would free her, but then, she saw the look in his eyes. She squirmed in her bonds and let out a desperate moan.

Without haste, the man now produced a second zipper bag and took another soaked cloth from it. Then, he approached her, smiling in a way that made Cordelia shiver.

»As I said, I have come to collect my reward!«

***

Having completed their shopping trip, Mike and Vinh had retired to Mike`s hotel room where they tried to find some rest until it would be dark enough to break into the morgue. Vinh was lying on the couch and had his eyes closed and Mike rested on his bed, thinking about what could be behind all that.

At the morgue, they had denied Vinh to look at his sister in law for she would look »too frightening«. However, Mike knew that a close relative had the right to see a dead body if he insisted on doing so. In addition, he knew from Mr. Burgess that the cosmetics working in such morgues could work minor miracles and even make a battered victim of a car accident look as if it was just sleeping. And according to what they knew, Linh was said to have died from a fever, so there would be nothing frightening except for the fat that she was dead.

He then reconstructed the timeline of events: today was a Monday and Linh had fallen ill on Thursday and, according to what the hospital pretended, died there on Friday. So, she had been taken to the undertaker on Friday evening, he guessed. And so far, he could be sure that the Police had documented the events and that Linh, dead or alive, had been brought there. The question, however, was if she had left the building.

»So, how many people are involved in that plot? At least one person at the prison that gives her either poison or some paralyzing drug; then, a doctor who declares her dead, plus maybe a nurse or an orderly, too. Finally, the people at the undertaker who keep her hidden.«

That meant at least five people who could at least be accused of escape assistance, maybe even of accessory to murder. In other words: whoever was plotting could pay a considerable sum of money.

»It seems that Linh has either very mighty friends or enemies. And now, I am going to make them my enemies, too.«

***

»Gllgg!«

Samantha chortled as she swallowed and Isabelle knew exactly what her sister must feel: her gag forced her to drool and with her mouth tightly sealed, the saliva had no other chance than to rinse down her throat. However, since her gag consisted of no less than four pairs of Akiko`s used thongs, it wasn`t just saliva she had to swallow and therefore, the girl cringed from disgust and humiliation.

»I feel you, Coeur de Soeur, I feel you!«

The last time Isabelle had been gagged with someone else`s used underwear, she had been distracted by a variety of deadly bombs placed around (and one even inside) her to care much about that minor discomfort. But now, with nothing else to do than to wait for things to come, she was forced to recognize the details of her humiliating gag: Not only did the silk block her tongue and fill her mouth completely, she was also told some information about Michiko by her worn panties. Either, Akiko`s elder sister sweated easily or she had been to the gym when wearing these panties!

Isabelle shuddered and looked at Samantha. Her sister`s eyes mirrored her own feelings.

Mirror!

With a jerk, Isabelle raised her head and stared at the opposite wall. There, a mirror was hanging, allowing her to admire Samantha`s nude back and her bound arms. Isabelle flexed her fingers, waving to herself in the mirror.

»If only I could reach Samantha`s wrists!«

She tried to move her arms, but to no avail. No matter how she stretched her fingers, Samantha`s bound hands were still some six inches away. However-

»It`s worth a try!«

Isabelle began to squirm, causing the hanging chair to swing.

***

Though their relationship could not be called cordial, Akiko had of course feared for her sister and hoped that she would see her again soon. Sometimes, she had even imagined that the kidnappers could get her, too, and that the reunion would be at the abductors` lair. However, nobody had prepared her for what she had to witness now.

She was still half sitting, half lying on the floor whilst Hitoshi began to slowly untie Michiko. The two sisters exchanged views, but since they were both stringently gagged, they could do little to communicate. With amazement, Akiko had noticed that a dark red cloth had been tied not only over Michiko`s mouth, but also her nose; however, she could see some cloth in a different color protrude from underneath and she guessed that they had used more than one scarf to gag her.

Michiko`s upper body was encircled by a veritable rope harness and when Hitoshi loosened the ropes, Akiko noticed that he must have tied her up with a single, albeit very long rope. Once her legs were free, Michiko stretched her limbs and moaned faintly with relief. Akiko was horrified by how slow Michiko moved and she felt the growing numbness in her own legs, though she was sure that her muscles would still be under her control if she got free soon.

With fascination, she now watched as the man untied the knot that connected her sister´s crotch rope to that around her waist and she saw how Michiko`s eyes widened and then closed as the rope came loose. Then, when the rope was slowly pulled from her, Michiko let out a long, deep groan and cringed whilst Akiko shuddered from the sight. Her own crotch rope had felt dissuasive and irritating enough, but this rope had been embedded deeply inside her sister`s – pussy. Though far from being modest, it was strange to think of that parts of Michiko`s anatomy.

However, she could not take her eyes from her sister`s swollen and reddened labia and she could literally see how that area must tingle, now that the immediate pain had gone. Again, Michiko groaned and when she saw where Akiko was staring, she blushed slightly. Akiko also felt her cheeks redden and she lowered her head.

Once Michiko was freed, the man cuffed her ankles and wrists, though the girl was too limp to even try to struggle. Like that, he carried her from the room, but returned before Akiko could have done more than to fall to her side and try to pick on her wrist ties.

In her case, Hitoshi proved to be a bit less gentleman-like: he simply put her over his shoulder, carried her to the bathroom and placed her in front of the toilet. Then, causing an angry grunt and some more than evil looks from the embarrassed girl, he peeled down her panties to her knee ties and made her sit down.

»Mmhhmph! Nnnnggg!«

Did that pervert expect her to pee whilst she was watching? However, the man now seemed to completely ignore her. Instead, he turned to the bathtub where Michiko was sitting and turned on the water. The, he untied the outer layers of her gag, leaving only the stocking in place that cleaved her lips and held a sizeable wadding in her mouth.

Akiko wondered if Michiko had been gagged with a pair of panties, too.

»At least, she is chewing on her own!«

Akiko now had her sister`s panties in her mouth for more than an hour and they hadn`t become more convenient or tastier. She had to fight down a hysteric giggle as the words »Wild Irish Rose« appeared in front of her inner eye.

When she had moved to Michiko`s apartment, she had been amused when she had examined the bathroom drawers and had found a spray can that contained intimate spray of that name. However, though the fragrance was quite pleasant, the taste of »Wild Irish Rose«, mixed with her sister`s sweat, definitely was vile!

The man had now started to soap and wash Michiko`s body and Akiko could not believe her eyes. It wasn`t the fact that Michiko was naked in front of her; they were sisters and had already seen each other in the nude. It wasn`t even the fact that the criminal had his way with her whilst she was watching. No, what dismayed Akiko was Michiko`s lack of resistance. She barely moved, except for some lolling around in the bathtub, and her moans were rather that of relaxation than those of fear, rage or embarrassment. When the man started to massage her shoulders, she even arched back and closed her eyes.

»Mmhrrrmmmm! Mph! Hhrrrmmmmm!«

Anfrily, Akiko made herself noticeable and her sister looked up, an expression of defeated shame in her eyes. Suddenly, Akiko felt strong. Perhaps, Michiko was their daddy`s eye star, but she would not give in that easily to this thug!

***

As Mike had thought earlier, a morgue wasn`t a bank and so, they had no problems in getting into the backyard undetected. There was a security camera, but both men wore woolen caps and in addition: when the undertaker`s employees would find the sawed bars, they would know that there had been a break-in anyway.

They had bought a strong electric cutter driven by a battery pack and now, Mike said:

»All right, wait for the distraction to start!«

His method of distraction was quite simple: he had given two teenage wannabe gangsters 50 € and a bottle of liquor if they would throw a brick into the window of the Mercedes of his former employer. Mike had no idea who the owner of the car was, but it was parked close enough to the morgue that if the car`s alarm went off, the noise would drown that of the electric saw.

As on keyword, they heard the wailing of a siren and immediately, Vinh started the cutter. When they had removed two bars, they could hear that the siren had stopped and that several people were talking and arguing; obviously, the car owner and a few neighbors.

Mike now plastered duct tape over the glass before working on the window with a glass cutter. When he had produced an opening, he could easily open the window and the two men lowered themselves into the autopsy room.

Lit only by a dim emergency light, it looked like the setting of a horror film, with the white tiles, the metal table and the drain in the floor. A scent of Formaldehyde completed the eerie setting.

»Now, let`s see if the dead come to life!«

Vinh scoffed and followed Mike to the row of eight drawers. Each had the name of its »inhabitant« written on it, together with the date of birth and death and the date when he or she had arrived at the morgue. One drawer had a red plaque on it, too and Mike explained:

»This one means the person died from a contagious disease!«

He looked closer and added:

»Let`s just hope that your sister in law doesn`t travel under the alias ›Gerard Pagnol‹.«

»At least, one of us is enjoying what we are doing!«, Vinh grunted and they looked on. The last box in the row had a sign that read:

»Linh Nguyen, born 12.06.1996, died 22.08.2022, arrived 22.08.2023«

»They have lost no time in getting her here! Shall I or do you want to open it?«

Vinh took a deep breath; then, he took the handle and pulled. The drawer slid open and they looked at an empty box. Vinh hissed something in Vietnamese that he hadn`t learned from his mother for sure.

»Well, according to the rules, she has to return to her grave by dawn«, Mike joked, causing a forced grin from Vinh.

»What shall we do now? Look through the other boxes?«

However, Mike shook his head and pointed at the door.

»I have got an idea!«

He wasn`t surprised to find the door unlocked. Usually, only morgue employees or pathologists were down here whilst cleaning personnel only entered the morgue when told. Carefully, the two men sneaked up to where the offices and the main lobby were.

»When I was here this morning«, Mike explained, »I could see a secretary handling with folders. It seems that working for the departed makes you old fashioned: so old fashioned they obviously still do their paperwork on actual paper.«

He looked to said secretary`s desk and read what was written on the folders. One was signed with »Arrivals« and he opened it, searching for the previous Friday.

Under the name of »Nguyen«, he found an official document that the late Linh had indeed arrived at the undertaker, together with a death certificate from the hospital and something that looked like a document from the Police. So, Linh had reached this house for sure.

»If someone helped her, she maybe is no longer in France now!«, Vinh presumed, trying to hide his disappointment. However, Mike had different thoughts:

»If this all had been made up, then why hasn`t she just escaped from the hospital which would have been much easier? No, she has been brought here – and something makes me think she is still here! But where?«

The morgue wasn`t as obvious as they had first thought: people died on all seven days in a week and so, there was an emergency service that would even collect dead bodies and bring them to the undertaker on a Sunday or holiday. So, it could happen that someone would wonder why there were sounds emerging from one of the boxes.

»The crematory?«, Vinh proposed. It was a good idea, but when they looked there, they found no trace of Linh either. Mike oppressed the urge to kick an urn from a shelf and hit the wall instead.

»Damn it, where can you hide someone for a few days inside here? Where can you be sure that you won`t be disturbed by someone who – of course!«

Followed by Vinh, he went to the corridor and looked for a sign he had seen earlier, but not really noticed.

»Bingo!«

»Embalming Room«, Vinh read and frowned. »Do you think they are turning her into a mummy?«

Mike shook his head as he followed the sign. During the last decades, it had become less common to publicly lay out a dead and thus, it wasn`t very often that a complete embalming was demanded by the bereaved. But of course, an undertaker could do so if demanded and therefore, they had rooms for such rare occasions, though they stood empty for most of the year.

Such rooms also had fluent water and, since the smells often weren`t that pleasant, tight locking doors, too. Indeed, this door was made of solid steel, but had a window in it. When they peeped inside, Mike and Vinh could see a dark room with a few chairs in a row.

»That`s the presentation room, but there must be another room where the dirty work is done!«

This time, the door was locked, but they had prepared for such an occasion and Vinh took the crowbar from his backpack. After a few seconds, the door opened.

The presentation room was empty, except for the chairs, but on the opposite wall was a velvet curtain and behind it lay another iron door, also locked. Vinh now seemed excited and Mike could understand him: if this door was locked, too, it meant that something was behind it.

Carefully, they broke it open, too and then, they stepped inside what looked like a mixture between a miniature autopsy room and the storage room of a pharmacy. However, the room seemed empty, too.

»In your European fairy tales, it`s always three doors!«, Vinh said and they kept on looking around. Finally, Vinh pointed at the floor: here, small traces indicated that the cupboard had been removed.

They pushed the heavy cupboard aside and indeed, there was another door. Mike tested the handle and this time, it wasn`t locked. Slowly, he pulled it open.

A cloud of stench hit their noses. Then as they switched on the light, they could see that this room was small and that it contained a piece of furniture one would not have expected at an undertaker in the slightest. It was a gynecologist`s chair or something very similar and it was occupied by a woman.

She was stark naked and secured to the chair by so many tightly buckled leather straps she could barely move a muscle. Mike noticed that even her feet and her big toes had been tied to the footrests. According to the straps that crossed between her breasts and the way her shoulders were arched back and her breasts were thrust out, he guessed that she was wearing an armbinder. More straps secured her upper body to the backrest and two more went over the black hood she was wearing, preventing her from even moving her head.

The heaving of her chest indicated that she was alive, but the woman made no sound and obviously was totally unaware of their presence. Obviously, her ears were plugged or she was drugged or had fainted.

Vinh gasped, obviously overwhelmed by what had been done to his sister in law. It was quite sure that it was Linh, since Mike remembered the tattoo on her pubic mound and since Vinh was married to her twin sister, he would also be able to recognize her body.

There was more evidence of the severity of her bondage. Mike saw that the hood had a small opening where the mouth was, now closed by a plug. It sure could be used to insert the captive drinks or even soup. A tube coming from her middle went to a transparent plastic bag – a catheter. On a shelf, Mike also saw some tubes and a large syringe and guessed that this was meant for enemas. Obviously, Linh had been tied to this chair since Friday evening.

Cables were taped to her carotids and her clit and two others ended in iron clamps that bit into her nipples whilst he saw a vibrator protrude from her pussy. It was attached to a cable, too, and all these ended in a strange device that had a small display that said: »Random Intervals«. The smell in the room gave witness that sometimes, these intervals lasted longer.

»Well, you sure have to show someone heaven from time to time, just to make her even more aware she`s in hell now!«, Mike thought whilst Vinh still was staring on the elaborate arrangements. He took a deep breath and then, he put his hand on Vinh`s shoulder.

»Now, what shall we do now? I mean, call me heartless, but whoever did this to her, he definitely doesn`t want to help her escape. So, in a way, you would have got what you wanted: an ultimate proof your sister in law won`t continue her criminal career in the near future!«

***