Sisters 12

Never in her live would Cordelia have thought that watching someone do every day’s stuff could have been so frightening. Of course, her own, not commonplace plight added to her fears. Stark naked, tightly bound, forced to balance on one leg and gagged so thoroughly that she could only utter the faintest of sounds.

Though Caine`s hideout was little more than a shed, it had running water and currently, the man was standing at a sink, in front of a mirror, and shaved himself with a vicious looking razor blade. Before doing so, he had stropped the blade on a leather belt whilst looking at Cordelia with a grin that had made her shiver and mew with fear.

Now, he had finished shaving. Caine washed the remnants of foam from his face, dabbed it with a towel and then put his finger on a tiny cut. Smiling wolfishly, he looked at Cordelia.

»Oops! Seems like my hand isn`t as steady as it should be.«

He approached her, the razor still in his hand, and Cordelia squirmed in her tight bonds, her bust heaving from her heavy panting. She remembered his threat of shaving her most intimate area and she stared at the razor as if it was a poisonous snake. Caine raised the blade and approached her pubic mound.

»Nnnggg!«

When the metal touched her, Cordelia squealed and twitched and had nearly lost control of her bladder. Only after a few moments, she realized that he had turned around the razor and was brushing over her pubic mound with the dull side. He chuckled.

»Compared to you, I am as steady as a rock. However, perhaps we should delay this part of your hygiene.«

He closed the razor and put it on the sink, causing Cordelia to sigh with relief. Then, however, he approached her again and cupped her pubic mound.

»Your position must be quite uncomfortable. Do you want to ease the pressure?«

»Mhm?«

Cordelia wasn`t quite sure what he had in mind and the man`s hand touching her middle didn`t help her in concentrating on anything else. Now, he raised his hand a bit, increasing the pressure, though he still didn`t hurt her.

»You might want to change legs, Cordelia.«

He flexed his arm muscles, as if preparing to lift something heavy, and Cordelia understood: tied as she was, she could only lower her right leg that was stretched towards the ceiling if she raised her left leg. This was impossible as long as she was standing, but now, with the man assisting her-

»Uuhmmm!«

Caine was waiting, letting her fight her inner demons. If she did as he had intended, she would not only have his hand – down there, but she would literally have to ride on it, since for a while, both her legs would be in the air and he would carry part of her weight.

However, her legs hurt. Her left foot was aching and her muscles screamed from having to stand like this for what seemed ages, though in reality, it had just been some 30 minutes. And so, knowing she would not be able to stand it if he would leave her like that all night, she nodded. Caine just steadied his hand and, closing her eyes in self-denial, Cordelia sank down and raised her left leg from the ground. She mewed with relief as she could move her strained legs and ease her left one, but at the same time, she felt the presence of his fingers on every slight move she made, though Caine still did not move his fingers more than he needed to adjust to her shifting her position.

When she had managed to put her right foot on the ground, on the cost of now having to stretch her left leg in the air, he withdrew his hand and let his eyes wander over her body in a way that made her blush, though he had seen everything already.

»That was quite entertaining, wasn`t it?«

»Mmhmmph!«

»Maybe, you have become a little stiff. I should give you a long, thorough massage. And then, when both my hands and your entire body are covered with that slippery oil, this exercise might become way more – entertaining!«

***

Marc frowned at his cell phone, again reading the message Tao had sent him a few hours ago:

»Meet me at the barn at 8 pm!«

He had asked her what she wanted, but Tao hadn`t answered his messages and so, he had decided to get there. He had actually been in a good mood: When he had delivered Akiko to the Yakuza, the man had paid in cash and even after he had given Hank and Aaron their share, he still had a considerable sum for himself. In addition, this work was finally done. If Marc was honest to himself, things like smuggling were more his thing than crimes like kidnapping – though it had given him a few nice impressions of nearly naked girls.

He had actually thought that now, his other client would be satisfied, too. After all, she now had the brunette to make sure that the redhead and her sister would not go to the Police. However, since Tao hadn`t paid him yet, he decided to celebrate his new richness at a later time and drove towards the barn.

When he knocked at the door, a faint moaning was the only answer. He waited for some 30 seconds before he knocked again, but Tao neither opened the door nor told him to come in.

»Perhaps, she has left for a while and forgot time and now, only her hostage is inside.«

He thought of sitting on the doorstep and wait for Tao, but then, he thought twice: the Vietnamese had always scolded him if he hadn`t been on time and so, he searched for his key. Since the barn was his, he had kept one key to himself, as a precaution.

»Mhhmmmmmm! Uuhhmmmmm!«

»What the-«

The battery driven lamp had been left on and so, his eyes fell on the woman tied to the pole like a witch on a stake. She was tied with her hands behind the pole and numerous other ropes fixed her to it from her ankles to her neck, rendering her quite immobile. Silver duct tape was wrapped around the lower half of her face and the pole, preventing her from moving her head and effectively gagging her.

The woman was only clad in her bra and panties and Marc saw that her left breast had been exposed. A small sheet of paper was fixed to her nipple by a clothespin.

»Mmhmmmm! Mph!«

The long black hair and the tone of her skin told him it was Tao. As he approached her eyes mirrored anger, relief and embarrassment at the same time.

»Wha-what happened?«

Tao answered with a furious moan and Marc raised his hand.

»Easy, girl! I will have you freed soon!«

Unable to take his eyes away from her scantily clad body, he stepped closer and when he mustered her breasts, he could see what was written on the sheet:

»To Marc«

He plucked the sheet from her, causing the clothespin to fall off which let Tao sigh with relief. Then he quickly read the message:

»Thanks for my reward, though I had to fetch it by myself! Leave me alone, or the cops will not leave you alone! Caine.«

»Uuhmmm! Mmhmmph!«, Tao reminded him of her presence. Absent-mindedly, Marc reached for his pocket knife and cut through the girl`s bonds. Still gagged, Tao pushed him aside and staggered towards the abandoned horse box. Her head disappeared from his view and Marc heard a splashing sound, accompanied by a deep groan. Marc chuckled, but stopped as Tao came back and stared daggers at him. Impatiently, the girl unwound the tape from her mouth and then pulled a big nerf ball from between her teeth. It rolled towards Marc as she dropped it on the floor, leaving a trace of drool on its way.

»Caine«, Tao panted, »he chloroformed me and-«

She noticed Marc staring at her and noticed that her left breast still was exposed. Blushing slightly, she adjusted the cup before she continued:

»He left me like that, telling me you would come soon! What took you so long?«

»Your message told me to come at 8 pm«, Marc answered with a drawling voice, feeling strange – and a bit aroused – by being reprimanded by a girl in just her underwear.

»My cell phone! He must have taken it!«

Tao looked through the barn, obviously searching for something. Then, as she returned to him, she seemed a little subdued.

»He – he took everything with him. Even my clothes!«

She glanced at him and fumed:

»Don`t look at me like that! Get me something to dress, pronto!«

Marc`s grin came back and he looked down on the petite woman in her white bra and panties that suddenly looked far less intimidating.

»Maybe, in your current position, you should be a bit more polite and respectful!«

The kick hit his balls without him seeing it coming. Marc crouched and whilst the pain strayed through his middle, Tao put her hands on her hips and hissed:

»Everyone gets the respect he deserves! Now, if you want to see the money I owe you, you better help me to get in a position to get it for you!«

***

Mike and Vinh had stopped at Mike`s hotel to change from the stolen Audi to Mike`s rented car, a silver grey Skoda Octavia station wagon – a car that was so common on the streets it was ideal for not getting easily detected. Then, driving in shifts and only stopping for refueling, they had reached the Northern outskirts of Rome by the early morning. It was here that Mike left the highway and drove until he found an abandoned spot where he stopped the car.

Though both men had only slept for a few hours and had a bad taste in their mouths from the cans of energy drinks they had consumed during the straining trip, they still were in high spirits from what they had done.

Once Mike had knocked out Guylène, they had quickly trussed up the unconscious woman by tying her simply, but effectively: with duct tape, they had tied her arms at wrists and elbows and her legs at the ankles and above the knees. Mike had secured each tie with an additional zip tie. Guylène`s mouth then had been stuffed to the bursting with her own colored Ferragamo silk scarf and  taped shut with several rounds of tape before they had finally pulled a black hood over her head.

Having secured Guylène, they had loosened Linh from the chair. Meanwhile, the machine had activated her various vibrators and attached cables again, but they had had to deny her the peak of ecstasy this time and removed the clamps and probes one by one. Mike had done this delicate job whilst Vinh had unbuckled the numerous straps that tied Linh to the chair. She had moved a bit and let out a few faint noises, but obviously had been too exhausted to really squirm.

Even when they had completely untied her, it had been a bit bothersome to get her out of the chair because Linh had not only had a vibrator inside her, but also been impaled on a butt plug. Mike could not help admiring the effort of Linh`s captors.

Since the Asian still sported the hood and the tight armbinder, they had only taped her legs before wrapping her and Guylène who was regaining her consciousness into blankets. Then, they had stowed the girls in one of the coffins in the showroom before they had prepared their little show in the embalming room and the fire surprise in the crematory. The latter had been surprisingly simple; Mr. Burgess had told Mike as a boy that such crematory ovens were quite similar to a gas grill. So, it hadn`t taken much more than a few wires to arrange the crematory to start if one would break the door open.

Once they had heard the shouting from above, Mike and Vinh who had also been hiding in the showroom had grabbed their two captives and stormed outside, packing them in the boot and thanking God that the men had left the keys in the ignition. Mike knew how to short-cut a car, but with modern cars, it was always a bit bothersome.

Now, with some 600 miles between them and Grenoble, he was quite sure that they would not be hunted by Leblanc and his men. They sure already had found their car, but that would lead them to nowhere and even if they informed the Police and someone really had witnessed them loading two large and squirming bundles into the load of a silver Skoda before driving off, this was a very vague trace.

»Now, time to look after our guests!«

It turned out that Guylène obviously had struggled mightily, for she had partially worked herself from the blanket and they could see her legs, clad in a pantyhose covered with ladders. Even now, she squirmed and moaned through her gag, but as an act of fairness, they took care of Linh first.

The Asian was awake, but still barely moved. They first cut her leg ties and held her by her shoulders, allowing her to relieve herself. Whilst she did so, Mike watched Vinh how he reacted to his sister in law`s predicament, but the Vietnamese showed not too much compassion and didn`t protest when Mike put cuffs on Linh`s ankles before they sat her on the ground.

»I don`t trust her, weakened or not!«

»Oh, I definitely know that!«, Vinh replied as he used a cloth and some water from a bottle to wash Linh whilst Mike opened the buckles of the hood and took it off her head. First, he wasn`t able to get it from her face, but then, he saw a small valve and opened it. With a hiss, the air from the inflatable gag in her mouth escaped and allowed him to pull it from her mouth. Some saliva dripped on Linh`s chin and she breathed deeply. Linh still had her eyes taped shut and Mike also saw that her ears had been stuffed not only with plugs, but also with some paraffin wax in her auricles. Mike removed the latter whilst Vinh allowed her to drink some water.

»Now, prepare for a surprise, Linh!«

He wasn`t sure whether she remembered his voice, but when he had removed the blindfold, her eyes widened after some blinking and she stared at both Mike and her brother in law with her mouth open.

»Y-you«, she finally croaked.

»Yes, me and your beloved brother in law! And though we have freed you from your former captors, you might not have improved that much!«

Linh said nothing and just tried to adjust to the new situation. Obviously, three days strapped to that torture chair had even cracked a tough nut like her. However, Mike decided not to fall for her. So, he removed the armbinder from her, but when he cuffed her hands, he treaded the chain through that of her ankle cuffs, hogtying the girl. Then, he rummaged through his bag and found three small plastic bags, like those Policemen used to collect evidence in. Each of them contained a pair of white panties, his only memory to Isabelle so far. Mike picked one and took a roll of tape.

»You maybe won`t know my – fiancée, but during our trip together, you may get to know some aspects of her better!«

Linh still was too weakened to put up much resistance as he forced the worn panties deep into her mouth and then secured them with some ten rounds of tape. Vinh had watched the scene with a mixture of disbelief and amusement.

»Are these – panties? The panties of your – fiancée?«

Mike nodded, grinning enigmatically.

»She may perhaps not know about our engagement yet, but yes, you are not the only one who ha a girl waiting for him!«

A thumping sound from the car interrupted their conversation. Guylène seemed to have wriggled herself out of the blanket and now kicked against the walls with her stocking-clad feet. Mike opened the lid and heaved her from the load, putting her on her feet. Then, grabbing her shoulder, he removed her hood with the other hand. Guylène shook her head to get her hair out of her face; then, she looked at Mike and her eyes widened.

She and Mike had only seen once in their lives so far, but it had been quite impressing: Mike had overpowered her in her hotel room and, whilst chloroforming her, he had told her that he would deliver her to her former husband. Now, he could see that she was quite puzzled about this second encounter with him.

»Yeah, it`s me again – and I have to admit that I am quite curious about one or two things about you. But before – since we have a long trip ahead and the car is only rented-«

He made her hop a few steps aside. Then, he crouched in front of her and reached under her crumpled silk skirt, causing an anxious mew. His hands wandered up her hips, feeling that Guylène was not wearing pantyhose, but gartered stockings. Then, he felt the lace trimmed waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her knees. Now, Guylène whimpered, fearing what he would do next, but Mike just gathered her skirt and said:

»It`s your choice but it will be several hours until the next stop!«

He then waited, her skirt gathered in his hand whilst his other hand rested loosely on her shoulder. Guylène fought her inner demons for some seconds; then, she looked as him as dignified as such a predicament allowed, crouched and relieved her bladder. Mike then adjusted her panties and made her hop towards Linh who looked at her with weak interest.

»Now, Guylène«, Mike said whilst unwinding the tape from her mouth, »after you have quenched your thirst and before we continue our trip, we have a few questions for you. Please, don`t try to yell for we are both tired and could not think of any elaborate punishment and would therefore have to fall back on brutal measures we actually despise.«

He slowly pulled the large scarf from her mouth and somehow, Guylène managed to keep her straight face whilst drool was running down her chin. Mike held the bottle to her mouth and allowed her a few sips before he said:

»Now, for some questions, Guylène. Please, answer them the best you can. You may also ask questions to us, but each one costs you one item of clothing.«

Guylène waited for a few seconds before she said:

»Please, my limbs hurt. Can`t you please untie me for a while?«

»Well, not completely, but we can make things more convenient, of course.«

Mike cut her leg ties and replaced them by a pair of cuffs around her ankles. Guylène slightly shook out her legs and when he cut her wrists and elbows free, she sighed with relief and rubbed her hands. Mike, holding a second pair of cuffs in his hand, made an inviting gesture and Guylène looked questioningly.

»You asked whether I could untie you for a while – I would call this a question!«

She rolled her eyes; then, she seemed to decide what to sacrifice. When in the morgue, Vinh and Mike had already removed her high heeled shoes and her jacket and her scarf had been used to gag her and was currently draped over the car´s roof for drying. After a few seconds, she opened the zipper of her skirt and shimmied it down her hips. Her slightly crumpled silk blouse just covered her panties, though now, her garters and the tops of her stockings were visible.

»Thank you. Now, my first question is – and I hope you will forgive me falling into the house with the door – how did Leblanc forgive you so soon?«

Mike also watched for the other`s reaction to his question. During the trip, he had told Vinh who Guylène was and what connected her and him. He was also sure that Linh, who had been a guest of Guylène for some days, also knew about her ex-husband and maybe even how she had betrayed him, causing him to hire Mike to kidnap Guylène so he could exact his revenge.

Guylène managed to transport both cool superiority and deep hurt with her look.

»After you had stripped me of all my clothes and delivered me to Eric, he tried his best to also strip me of my money! And I dare say ›my money‹, for I more than tripled the sum I took from him!«

»I never doubted your skills as a businesswoman, but IMHO, you are lacking on the social side«, Mike interjected, having to admit that she shook off being kidnapped quite easily.

»He tried his best – or his worst. If your intention was to have me humiliated, be sure he fulfilled your deepest wishes!«

Mike had to oppress a chuckle at her offended outrage. He had seen how she had tortured Linh and how she had left Isabelle to an almost certain death – and yet, she now was generating herself as the helpless victim of bad guys like him.

»After a few days«, Guylène continued, »I finally agreed upon signing the papers he wanted. However, I refused to give him the secret codes with anyone but him listening – and once I was ungagged and could use my mouth, I could remind him of a time when things had been better between us – do you wish me to go into details?«

She looked at him with a mixture of contempt and provocation. Mike responded with a sardonic smile:

»No – but this was a question!«

For a second, a glimpse of fury broke through Guylène`s mask of superiority and she glanced at him. Then, she unbuttoned her blouse and let it slide to the ground, making no attempt to hide her paisley patterned bra that matched her high cut, lace trimmed panties. Then, she continued:

»Anyway, we came to an agreement – he would get access to all my bank accounts and in exchange, he would allow me to live in a flat in Geneva. Eric agreed, but insisted on two of his men acting as my bodyguards to keep me under surveillance 24/7. It was a golden cage, but at least, I had improved to my rubber cell.«

»And after a short while, you once again used that lovely lips of yours to pull your bodyguards to the Dark Side!«

Linh scoffed.

»This just took me some of my pocket money. For a simple man, 10.000 can be a lot of money!«

Mike felt Guylène`s contempt for people who were considerably poorer than her – people like his parents, for example – and he had to oppress the wish to gag her here and now. Instead, he asked:

»And how could you exact your revenge on her?«

He pointed at Linh who now seemed to have recovered from her ordeal so far that she could follow the conversation with interest. Guylène smiled:

»As I said, pocket money. The whole thing cost me about half that bitch would be worth on the free market. So, if you want to make some extra money-«

Mike noticed that Vinh now seemed a bit upset and Linh also sent an angry glance towards her former friend. He said with a drawling voice:

»It`s true what they say, there is really no honor among thieves! Well, for now, we have heard enough.«

Guylène did not beg for him not to gag her again. When he took another pair of Isabelle`s used panties and balled them up after having turned them inside out, she just raised one of her perfectly plucked eyebrows.

»Is that one of the little redhead`s. She really had a bad taste in underwear!«

»On that point, I might agree with you«, Mike said. »Anyway, when you will be ungagged next, you will also be able to discuss the taste of her underwear!«

He firmly stuffed Guylène`s mouth with the large cotton ball and then sealed it with ten rounds of tape before using the handcuffs to tie Guylène`s hands and also put her into a hogtie. Then, he pulled the hood back over her head. He then took the scarf, still wet from Guylène`s saliva, draped it over Linh`s face and head and knotted it at her nape before he and Vinh stowed the two girls in the load of the car again. The Skoda had a load open to the backseats, but a cloth cover could be closed so nobody looking inside through the windows would see the two trussed up girls.

»It`s 7 am now, Mike said, checking his watch. »If we drive on, we could reach Reggio by late afternoon and get on the evening ferry to Malta.«

Vinh nodded, but then, he stopped and looked at him.

»Malta? How do you know?«

»I didn`t – but now, you told me. Anyway, you are lucky that Malta`s my goal, too!«

Actually, it had been Isabelle who had asked him about Linh and she was at Malta currently. So, he had just guessed that Vinh and his sister had a reason to get there, too. And now, it turned out to be right.

»Let me sleep now«, he yawned, »I will take over after Naples again!«

Vinh just nodded and got into the car. He was still a bit puzzled about the rapid turn of events, but at least, he now had Linh and in addition, he was glad that Mike was on his side.

***

The man had left Cordelia alone some hours ago, but she still felt far from escaping from his clutches – or from finding some sleep.

Before he had withdrawn, Caine had brought a wooden board, some two feel long and about six inches wide, with ropes tied to both sides. It had looked like a swing`s seat and indeed, this was what it had been.

Climbing on a chair, he had hung the swing to the hook above Cordelia´s head and adjusted the length after he had put it under her butt, until she could more or less sit on it conveniently. It still was not a comfortable position, nor was it decent, but sitting on the board took considerable pressure from her arms and it allowed her to ease her aching legs. They now were dangling in the air and were still tied to the long rope, but she could shake them off and they no longer were stretched so painfully. However, Caine hadn`t been finished with her.

»I don`t want you to fall off in your sleep!«

The man had produced another rope that measured some three yards and had doubled it. Then, he had slung it around her waist, pushed the ends through the noose and had pulled the slack out, producing a rope belt. Cordelia had mewed with protest as he had pushed the ropes between her legs. Since she had been sitting, it had been a massive attack on modesty, but Caine had just slowed down his movements to embarrass her even more. Then, he had put the ends through the waist rope again, once more tightened it and then tied the ends to the sides of the board. Now, if Cordelia would slip from the board, whether by accident or on purpose, she would also hang on the rope between her legs.

»Mmmhhmmmph!«, she had protested through her massive gag, But Caine had just left her alone and Cordelia had quickly found out that she was going nowhere fast as she examined her bonds.

She could reach the belts around her wrists and she was sure that with some effort, she could have managed to unbuckle the straps. But with more straps around her arms, also above and below her elbows, this would have brought her nothing in freeing herself completely. Her legs were still trapped and she could not risk shaking too much. Cordelia definitely didn`t want to experience what would happen if half her weight pushed against the crotch rope.

»Mmhhmmmm!«

She once again screamed, but with her mouth stuffed so full and the various outer layers of her gag, she doubted that someone would have heard her from outside. She tried to move her tongue, but the dense packing of both the panties and the pantyhose of her former captor made this impossible and the move also forced her to swallow, something she tried to avoid if possible. Both the panties and the hose had been worn by Tao before and the panties had also been worn by Cordelia for a few hours before they had ended up in her mouth. Quickly, Cordelia tried to concentrate on other things.

»Maybe, Isabelle has gotten free already! And maybe, she will now go to the Police! Please, let them find me before this thug can start in earnest whatever he has in mind doing with me!«

This man had had something in his eyes Cordelia definitely was frightened by. Something dark and vicious was waiting inside him, covered under a thin veil of self-control. And the longer she would have to remain in this man`s clutches, the more likely it was that this dark, vicious side would fully break free!

***

Early in the morning, Isabelle had woken up and at first, she had wondered where she was and who the person beside her was. This had turned out to be Samantha and she had also found out that they still were in Michiko`s bedroom at her flat. Too exhausted by their escape, they had decided to wait for the next day to search for the kidnapped girls.

»Once I have showered and changed into fresh clothes, I will go to the Police, I will-«

She interrupted her thought as she looked at her cell phone and saw she had a new message. From Mike. It simply read:

»Should be at the island by tomorrow, will call you!«

She felt her heart beat faster. With Mike, everything would be easier! He had saved her life and he also knew how to deal with criminals. Then she thought twice and scoffed:

»Holy Fuck, I know how to deal with criminals, too! Am I a Policewoman or a sniffling sissy?«

She bent over to wake up Samantha. Another long day was lying ahead of them!

***