Sisters 11

Cordelia blinked, wondering why the sun was doing little circles on a dark brown heaven. Her head ached and her tongue felt like a dry washcloth in her mouth. She wanted to lick her lips, but her tongue tipped against a barrier. When she wanted to reach for it, she found that she couldn`t.

»Mhmm? Uuuhmm!«

Suddenly, her memories came back. The man who had visited Tao at her hideout and then had chloroformed her. How he then had approached her, pressing another soaked rag over her mouth and nose. The sweet smell, his calm voice, telling her to take deep breaths, his hand on her breast. Then, everything had gone black.

»Uuhhmmm!«

»Ah, you are awake!«

She looked up and saw Caine who squatted beside her. Now, she also realized details of her newest predicament. Her mouth was taped with a single strip of tape and she was lying on her back, her arms stretched to her sides and tied to what seemed to be a thick bamboo rod at her wrists, above and below the elbows and at her upper arms whilst a fifth strap on each side dug into her armpits. She couldn`t move her arms at all, except for some fluttering of her fingers.

The dancing sun turned out to be a lamp dangling from a hook and the brown heaven was just the roof of a barn with a floor made of sandstone. Cordelia now realized that she was stark naked.

»Mhhmm? Uuhmph!«

Caine smiled and asked:

»Are you feeling sick?«

Cordelia didn`t feel well from being narcotized, but there was no urge to throw up and so, she shook her head. Satisfied, the man now held a bottle of water to her face and this time, she nodded eagerly.

He removed the tape from her lips and pushed the bottle between her teeth before she could talk, allowing her to drink a bit roughly. Then, as he withdrew the bottle, he said:

»You sure might want to know a few things. So, if you promise not to scream, we will do it quid pro quo: you answer my question, then, I will answer yours: agreed?«

Fighting down her panic, Cordelia nodded and Caine began:

»First question; what`s your name?«

»I-I am Dr. C-Cordelia White.«

She wondered that he didn`t know her. So, he hadn`t kidnapped her for a specific reason. She asked:

»Why have you done that to me? I mean- Mph!«

Caine clamped her mouth shut and said:

»One question at a time, Cordelia – I hope you don`t mind me keeping things informal? Now, if you want to know why I took you from that Asian woman – well, because I have earned a reward for helping them to get their business done!«

Cordelia`s eyes widened and she moaned, but he only took his hand from her mouth when he had asked:

»How old are you?«

»33!«, she spat as he withdrew his hand. »What do you have in mind with me?«

Again, he clamped her mouth shut. He then placed his other hand on her breast, massaging it. Cordelia mewed and flailed with her unbound legs, but Caine just laughed diabolically.

»Whatever I want!«

He continued to knead her breast, getting a big rougher, and asked:

»Now, what`s your bra size?«

»Fuck you!«, she yelled as he withdrew his hand. Caine squeezed her nipple, causing her to squeal into the hand that was again over her mouth.

»I can do this all day!«

Once again, he twisted her nipple and then, he removed his hand. Panting, Cordelia breathed:

»34C!«

She wanted to say more, but Caine held his finger to his lips. With her left nipple still tingling with pain, Cordelia didn`t dare to say anything.

»Now, I know that I still owe you the answer to one question, but we may continue that later. Now, I want to play something else. But before, open wide!«

Cordelia saw what he left dangling over her face, so close she got a whiff of its scent: it was a pair of plain white panties.

»They didn`t seem to fit you the usual way, but maybe, they are ideal for your mouth!«

Cordelia clenched her teeth and tried to turn her face away from him. Caine laughed and reached into his breast pocket, producing a clothespin. She expected him to torture her nipple again, but instead, he grabbed her hair so she had to hold still and placed it on her nose. Then, he pressed the panties to her lips.

»Uuhhmmph! Mmhhmm! Nnnngg!«

She could keep up the fight for almost a minute, but then, the lack of oxygen forced her to gasp and he pushed the panties into her mouth. Gleefully, he worked the whole garment behind her teeth before he removed the clothespin. Cordelia greedily breathed through her nose, her bust heaving.

»They seem a bit too small here, too! Luckily, we still have that pantyhose you had been chewing on before!«

He let the clothespin snap in front of her eyes, but Cordelia, coping with the panties tickling the back of her throat, offered no further resistance and so, he could stuff the still damp nylon in, filling her cheeks.

»Ghhmmph!«

Caine now produced a silk cravat and tied it between her lips, pushing the panties and the hose even deeper into her mouth and cutting into the corners of her mouth as he tied it off at her nape. Then, he reached for a cloth bag.

»This is a quiet area and I want it to stay so!«

He now produced a ball gag, crammed the rubber ball between her teeth and buckled it tightly at the back of her neck, too. Then, he again pressed against the ball, causing Cordelia to retch, before he pulled the straps one notch tighter.

»Mmhhnnnggg!«

Caine now plastered three pieces of duct tape over her lips, smoothing the edges as he did so. Then, he wrapped an entire 30 foot ace bandage around her lower face and chin before sealing the whole lot with ten rounds of duct tape.

»There! That should keep you quiet until breakfast!«

Cordelia just panted through her nose, not even trying to scream through that massive gag. Caine now got up and slowly unrolled two coils of rope. Then, he threw both of them over a hook in the ceiling right above her. When he then bent over her, one rope end in his hand, Cordelia feared he would tie it around her neck, but instead, he fixed it to the middle of the bamboo rod her hands were tied to, right above her shoulders. Then, he got up, took the other rope end and pulled.

»Mph!«

Cordelia had no other chance than to get up. The man pulled until she was standing straight, her heels just still touching the floor. Then, he tied the rope off to a hook at the wall before taking one end of the still dangling second rope.

»I hope you like the Cancan?«, he said with a grin. Cordelia mewed questioningly, but he just tied the rope around her right ankle. Then, he again pulled.

»Nnggg!«

Cordelia squirmed and tried to hold against it, but she could not help that she had to raise her right leg higher and higher. Not only was it straining; since Cordelia was stark naked, it was also a massive attack on modesty.

Higher and higher, the man pulled her foot, humming the Cancan-melody. Finally, Cordelia stood like a ballet dancer, her right leg stretched so high her foot was at the same height as her face. Only then did Caine tie the rope off to her left ankle.

»Mmhhmmph! Uuhmmm!«

She looked pleadingly at him to release her, but the man just approached and cupped her pubic mound.

»So vulnerable«, he whispered as Cordelia helplessly cringed and mewed, almost hyperventilating from fear and embarrassment. Then, as if he was pondering, he brushed over his stubbly chin. Caine smiled and when he held a finger to his lips, Cordelia indeed stopped moaning.

Caine again brushed over his chin and now, she could hear a faint scratching sound. Then, he withdrew from her middle, but only to brush over her pubic mound where, more than three weeks after the enforced waxing, he could also feel some bristles.

»At least one of us needs a clean shave!«, he announced with a devilish grin.

***

Vinh looked at Mike with disbelief.

»You- you want me to leave her here, like that?«

He pointed at the trussed up, hooded and helpless Linh who still hadn`t noticed their presence. Mike replied:

»I do not want it, but it would be a possible solution.«

Vinh shook his head.

»It wouldn`t. Tomorrow, they will find out that we have been here – and then, what will happen then? I am not a murderer!«

Technically, it wouldn`t been him who did the killing, but Mike understood his point. He looked at Vinh and asked:

»When you first suspected that she wasn`t dead – what was your initial plan with her?«

Vinh shrugged. A bit subdued, he said:

»I haven`t thought so far yet. Maybe get her into a car and-«

Mike sighed. That would work, but getting to Malta like that would be a bit difficult. In addition, it would cost them at least two to three days under ideal conditions.

A buzzing sounded and Vinh twitched whilst Mike reached for his gun. However, it had just been the vibrator. The two men watched as a faint crackling told them that at the same time, the cable seemed to send small electric power surges through Linh`s carotids, nipples and clit.

Fascinated by the contraption, the two men watched. Linh barely twitched, but after a while, her breath accelerated. Still, no sound emerged from underneath the hood, but they could see a fine film of perspiration build on the girl`s skin and she now squirmed the little her bondage allowed.

»Shall we – switch it off?«, Vinh asked with a hoarse voice.

»I have no idea how«, Mike replied, equally fascinated by the almost motionless and yet intriguing spectacle.

Obviously, it was one of the longer intervals, for they heard the speed of the vibrator increase and now, Linh twitched and made faint, chortling noises. Her bust heaved from her heavy panting and the specific fragrance from her moist middle grew stronger. Finally, she twitched and spasmed in her tight bondage, still not able to scream or even moan loud. Then, she collapsed and little later, the vibrator turned off.

»All right, where were we?«, Mike asked and Vinh dabbed some sweat from his forehead. Then, the Vietnamese whispered:

»We have to take her with us!«

He wanted to approach Linh, but Mike stopped him.

»She`s been here like that for some 72 hours now, she will stand another 15 minutes. Let`s first see how we can get her out of here!«

After a short hesitation, Vinh nodded and followed Mike to the corridor. Suddenly, he ducked behind the corner and pointed towards the lobby area. A car war driving onto the parking lot in front of the undertaker.

»We are getting visitors! Now, what`s it going to be? Getting away and saving our lives or staying and getting a few answers?«

***

Isabelle let out a groan of sheer exhaustion. She had to stop, though progress was slow, very slow in their attempts of getting free.

By swaying around in the hanging chair and controlling her hands in the mirror, she had finally managed that Samantha was shaken to one side so Isabelle could grab her fingers. They had lost contact a few seconds later, but now, Samantha, who at first had just mewed and hah had no idea what Isabelle had been up to, joined in the effort of reaching each other`s wrist bonds. The constant movement caused an almost constant pulling on Isabelle`s crotch rope and she was sure that both her and her sister`s breasts had reduced to B cups from constantly rubbing against each other.

Finally, Isabelle had managed to grab Samantha`s wrist and hold it, but with her thumbs bound, the girl could not work efficiently on the knots. Unable to communicate through their fully stuffed mouths, the two captives had needed several efforts before finally Samantha had grabbed Isabelle`s wrist, allowing her to pick on her sister`s wrist ties.

Now, she had to stop, but she could see that Samantha was able to wriggle the twine from her thumbs by herself. Isabelle took a deep breath, feeling how this made her breasts push harder against her sister´s.

»Well, that went pretty well! We are not at the point of complete exhaustion yet and have already freed two fingers!«

***

Akiko knew that she should hate their captors, but she could not help staring daggers at her sister, making her at least partially responsible for her latest ordeal.

The man had continued to soap, wash and massage Michiko whilst Akiko had been forced to watch, sitting on the toilet and bound with ropes that made her feel numb whilst she had to choke on her sister`s panties. The icing on the cake of humiliation had been when she had finally no longer been able to hold back her pee and had to relieve herself with both Michiko and the Yakuza watching.

Now, they were sitting side by side on the bed. Michiko was cuffed at wrists and ankles which looked to Akiko like paradise in comparison to the ropes forcing her elbows together and even her thumbs and big toes tied with twine. The man had not bothered to pull her panties back in place and the fact that Michiko was naked, too did little to mitigate Akiko`s embarrassment.

What made things even worse was that now, the man was forcing them to sit still at gunpoint whilst he took photos of them in their naked predicament. Then, he said:

»Now, your dear father will no longer be able to refuse doing what we demand!«

***

Mike and Vinh had sprinted back, pushed the cupboard back in place and had shut the two iron doors, hoping that whoever was coming would not notice the traces the crowbar had left. Then, they had hid inside the crematory from which they could watch the corridor.

The main door opened and he could hear muffled voices and a sound Mike wouldn`t have expected at that time and that place: the clacking of high heels on a marble floor. Then, he frowned and instinctively ducked deeper, for he knew the woman that was just approaching, accompanied by a man that looked like a bodyguard.

»Guylène!«, he whispered.

He had last seen Guylène when he had delivered her to his then client, a guy who called himself Leblanc. Said Leblanc had been cheated by Guylène who had been his wife and had ended up in prison for five years with her getting all his money. It had been his job to kidnap Guylène and get her to Leblanc so he could have his revenge. The man had promised him not to kill the woman, but it seemed that he had even dispensed with punishing her, given the fact that she was walking around in freedom, accompanied by a bodyguard.

The man opened the iron door for her and then, he and Vinh heard them work on the second one. The gun in his hand, Mike sneaked forward to hear what they were doing. He heard the scratching sound as the cupboard was pushed aside and then, a female voice said:

»Thank you, Armand. Please, wait in the car, I will only need an hour or so!«

Quickly, Mike sneaked backwards and thanked God that Armand left the door to the corridor open and so could not see him. Mike waited until he heard the main door and then, he again perched closer to the embalming room.

Inside, he could hear Guylène speak to the captive who couldn`t hear her anyway:

»It seems that you have had some fun already, Linh! You bad girl, you have started without me!«

Mike sneaked closer and now, he could see the back of Guylène as she stood opposite to the trussed up Linh.

»However, now, I will-«

Guylène never could utter her wish, for now, Mike jumped forward and pinched her carotid artery. With a croak, the woman collapsed in his arms. He lowered her to the ground and then quickly fetched Vinh. When the Vietnamese saw the unconscious woman, he stopped in motion.

»What the-«

»We are going all in!«, Mike replied. »Either, you and your wife will get your resort or we will both end up in the Mediterranean Sea, with concrete boots on our feet!«

***

Isabelle could not say whether it was from her growing numbness and exhaustion or from the passing time that it had become darker inside the room. She now had difficulties in seeing anything in the mirror, her fingers had lost almost all feeling and she was sure she would faint sooner or later. The breaks between two attempts of picking on the ropes had become longer and the times she and Samantha actually worked on freeing themselves had become shorter. But still, they fought on.

It had started well with Samantha now being able to free Isabelle`s right wrist. However, with her elbow still tied to the armrest, she could not reach her gag or free her arm completely. However, she now could work harder on Samantha`s wrist ties and finally, these had come loose.

Now, however, it had become difficult, for Samantha had to cringe hideously so Isabelle could touch her elbow ties. Isabelle`s crotch rope, tied to her sister`s knees, was the only thing that prevented Samantha from falling from the chair and repeatedly, Isabelle had let the ropes go and mewed with pain when a sudden pull had threatened to cut her in half upwards.

With her last bit of strength, Isabelle finally managed to open the last knot and Samantha could wriggle her arms free. Panting, the girl then reached forward. Isabelle hoped that she would ungag her, but instead, she pressed harder against her.

»Mhhmm!«, Isabelle protested.

Samantha now touched her pubic area and Isabelle felt irritated as she picked on the knots tying her knees to the crotch rope. Suddenly, with a last painful yank, she came free – meaning that she slid from the hanging chair and was held only by the scarf tied around both girls` necks.

Luckily, they were tied face to face, meaning that the pressure was on their napes and not their throats. So, instead of strangling them both, Samantha managed to loosen the scarf and quite unceremoniously, she landed on the floor.

»Mph!«

Obviously not hurt, the girl now crawled towards the table with her legs still bound. There, the thugs had left a knife and with trembling fingers, she began to saw through her leg bonds. Isabelle mmphed encouragingly. Now, with her sister no longer grinding against her breasts, she could breathe more freely.

Finally, Samantha had cut her legs free, but instead of helping Isabelle, she now unwound the tape from her head. Then, she yanked the tight nylon stocking from between her lips and began to work the four totally sodden and crumpled thongs from her mouth. Samantha kneeled on the floor, panting.

»Mhhmmmph!«

Isabelle desperately moaned through her gag, reminding her sister that her work wasn`t done.

A few minutes later, both girls were no longer gagged and free from their bonds. Both had relieved themselves and now greedily drank water to fight their complete dehydration from having sweated so much. None of them had been able to stand up or to put up some clothes. Their panties clung to their loins, totally soaked with sweat, and their nearly nude bodies glistered. Both had rope marks on their limbs and looked as if they were about to faint. But they were proud. After a hard work of some seven hours, they had finally managed to free themselves.

»The cleaning lady – will hate us!«, Samantha breathed and Isabelle smiled weakly, looking at the mess in the living room. Then, she suddenly wanted to get up, staggered and finally crawled towards her handbag. She thanked God that her cell phone still was there. Quickly, she sent a message to Mike:

»Come soon! Please!«

***

»She`s 20 minutes overdue now!«, Armand complained. He looked at his watch, knowing that he was right. Armand knew that they had to be back in Geneva within the next three hours or Monsieur Leblanc would notice that they had not followed his orders. Perhaps, they would not get fired, but nevertheless, he wanted to keep his image of a loyal employee. And yet, 10.000 extra was also quite convenient and so, both he and Richard, his colleague, had accepted Guylène`s order.

Richard, who was more relaxed, dropped his cigarette and crushed the end with his heel, Hollywood-style. Then, he checked his gun.

»All right, let`s get her!«

Armand grinned.

»I think she just lost time with her – new toy! I will remind her of the importance of being punctual!«

He entered the building. Armand didn`t like places like morgues or cemeteries, but he oppressed the urge to whistle a melody. After all, this wasn`t an uncanny graveyard under a full moon. Then, he sensed the smell. A disgusting, yet slightly sweet smell that made him wrinkle his nostrils. Reflexively, he drew his gun. The next thing he saw was that the light coming from the still open door had changed: now, it had turned into a glooming red.

»What the-«

As he approached, the stench became more intensive and then, he spotted the marks on the floor. It was footsteps.

Armand wasn`t a coward, but he decided that this definitely was a situation that acquired some help from his colleague and so, two minutes later, the two bodyguards approached the open door, covering each other with their guns. At the beginning, Richard had joked about them storming and finding Guylène in the throes of passion, but when he spotted the footsteps, too, he fell silent. It looked as if someone barefoot had stepped into color – or blood – and walked the other direction. Carefully, the two men entered the embalming room.

The presentation room looked as always, except for the footsteps coming from the other door and the fact that two of the chairs had toppled over. Now, the smell was almost unbearable and Armand involuntarily reached for his handkerchief and pressed it to his mouth.

When they entered the embalming room, they found a complete mess, Glasses and jars had been broken, there were stains and shards everywhere and then, they saw the side room.

»Holy shit!«

The gynecologist`s chair was empty, with the straps dangling around. They didn`t look as if they had just been unbuckled, but as if someone had – ripped them. The neon light was still on, but they now found the explanation for the red light: the neon tube had been smeared with something syrupy. Something that also seemed to be the source of the now overwhelming stench.

Armand twitched when Richard touched his shoulder and he could hardly oppress a gasp. His colleague just pointed to the wall. There, something was written. It looked as if the writer had used his finger to paint letters in the same reddish color. The message read:

»Punishment to all who monkey around with the dead!«

»Fuck!«

Armand knew that his voice had sounded a bit shrill, but it seemed that Richard was glad to withdraw, too. At the corridor, he pointed at the footsteps. They were indeed made by a bare foot – a small foot, like that of a petite woman. They led to the other end of the corridor, but vanished after some two yards, since the color – blood? – had worn off.

With drawn guns, the two men approached and saw the black two-winged door in front of them. A discrete sign at the right said »crematory«. When Richard tested the door, it was blocked. The bodyguard raised his arms and instinctively, Armand did the same, preparing to storm the room. Then, Richard kicked against the door with all his strength.

WHHOOM!

For a terrible second, the sound and the jet flame made the two men thing they had triggered a bomb. Then, however, they realized that the room still was intact, and so were they. Richard looked at the flames and cursed.

In front of them, rails led to an iron wall with a lid in it. Of course, the rails were for a coffin and the iron wall was the front side of the oven for cremations. However, the iron door usually was closed and thus, it wouldn`t have looked as impressive as it did now as the gas flames were blazing in front of the two men.

»Fuck! Look!«

For a change, Armand had regained his countenance first and pointed at the coffin inside the oven on which the flames were licking. He looked around and saw a fire extinguisher hanging at the wall. When he grabbed it, Richard also recovered from his paralysis and looked for the buttons and valves to stop the fire.

A minute later, the combined efforts of the two men had reduced the fire to a few bits of glooming wood. Richard pressed a button and slowly, the coffin was pulled back on the rails, still smoking and charred on several spots, but looking almost intact.

»After you!«

Armand took a deep breath. Then, he grabbed the coffin`s lid and opened it, preparing himself to spot something terrible.

The coffin was empty. Empty except for a sheet of paper. The awkward block letters read:

»All in! Yippee-Ki-Yay, Motherfuckers!«

The two men felt as if suddenly a clown had jumped from behind, pressing on the bulb of his honk and yelling »Pranked!«. They looked at each other like watered poodles; then, they suddenly ran towards the main door.

Panting, they reached the entrance some 30 seconds later, but it was too late. Their car, a black Audi A8, had gone.

»Fuck!«, Richard yelled into the darkness whilst Armand let himself fall back to the wall and sank to the ground.

***

»All in, eh!«, Vinh yelled. Rather unusual for a South Asian, he was chuckling hysterically as he was steering the Audi through the streets of Grenoble, forcing himself not to exceed the legal speed limit for more than 10 mph.

»Yippee-Ki-Yay, Motherfucker!«, Mike answered, a broad grin on his face. He felt exhausted and in high spirits at the same time. Lacking a cigar, he put a cigarette between his teeth, grinned even wider and cited Hannibal Smith of »The A-Team«:

»I love it when a plan comes together!«

They actually still were some 1200 miles away from their goal, given the fact that Vinh still wanted to meet his wife at Malta. Mike reached for his cell phone and saw that he had one new message. And since only one person had this number, he read it immediately:

»Come soon! Please!«, sent some three hours ago. Mike nodded silently.

»Asap, Belle, asap!«, he thought and leaned back on the convenient seat.

***