Sisters 13

Neither Akiko nor Michiko had found much sleep during the night. Once he had taken the embarrassing photos of them in the nude, Hitoshi had ungagged his prisoners and Akiko had been especially relieved when her sister`s panties had come from her mouth.

»Wild Irish Rose my ass!«, she had croaked, causing Michiko to blush. Then, she had thought of screaming, but decided against it when Hitoshi promised to tell them what their abduction was all about.

»We know that your father isn`t rich – at least not rich enough to put us on his tracks! And you may be pleased to hear that he also hasn`t interacted with us in a way that deserves to be punished!«

Beside Akiko, Michiko had let out a fluttering breath and Akiko had frowned. Had her sister suspected that their father had cooperated with the Yakuza? Hitoshi continued:

»However, albeit he isn`t that rich, the Honda company is. And your father has access to quite an amount of the company`s money. After all, we know a bit about his position.«

Michiko had stiffened. Still, she hoped that the Yakuza hadn`t recognized that she knew who his silent companion was: Ataru Yamamura, one of her father`s assistants. Obviously, it was he who had provided the Yakuza with all the information they needed, including the whereabouts of Mr. Ihara`s daughters.

»So, your father will have to transfer 50 million to an account we will name him. Of course, this will be recognized soon, but if he is cautious, it will take a few days and this is all we need to use the money for – our purposes. And once he has managed to transfer the money, we`ll release you.«

It had sounded as if it was an easy plan. However, Akiko had shaken her head.

»You don`t know Papa! He`s loyal and he would never do such a thing to his beloved company, even if you sent him our severed heads!«

Though she was still naked, with her panties pulled down to her knees, and trussed up, Hitoshi had bowed slightly, as if he had accepted that she had a valid point. Then, he had explained:

»We know that he is loyal. If not, he wouldn`t hold a position where he has access to so much money without ever being tempted to take some of it. And I also agree with you that he wouldn`t do so to save one of you. However, that is why our plan required catching both of you. There is one thing that matters more to your father than his life and even more than loyalty towards Honda.«

Akiko had frowned, but Michiko suddenly had whispered:

»Legacy.«

»Legacy, indeed«, Hitoshi had repeated and reflexively, Akiko had rolled her eyes. Since she could think, her father was obsessed with the tradition of the Ihara family. In ancient times, they had been Samurai and even counselors of the Tenno and though they had never been rich, the name Ihara had been a value by itself.

However, the glory of the family had vanished during the last decades. It all had started with her great-grandfather. His survival of the Battle of Okinawa had been seen as a disgrace and after the war had ended, the Ihara family had struggled and their father had seen it as his greatest achievement that he now held an important position at an important and traditional company.

»You will once lead the name Ihara back to its old glory!«, he had always told his daughters. Since Akiko refused to be a good Japanese girl, he had focused his hopes on Michiko, though she had chosen a diplomatic career. Suddenly, Akiko had thought twice:

»But – once the company notices that he has embezzled such a sum, his reputation will be destroyed! That`s the opposite of legacy!«

Again, the Yakuza had shown respect towards her quick grasp.

»You are right, Akiko-san. However, if he refuses, he will not only lose his beloved daughters – his family will end with him. There will be no more legacy; the last Ihara will be the man who had his daughters killed because he helped some rich bosses to remain rich. But if he does transfer the money, there is still hope. Of course, he will end up in jail for life – if he doesn`t commit Seppuku before they arrest him. But there will still be you – and the hope that once, you or your offspring will wash the stains from the name Ihara!«

»Pathetic crap!«, Akiko had blurted, but Michiko had just shivered. The plan could indeed work with a man that had the mindset of her father. She herself had always thought that she was a strong believer in old traditions and values, but now that dying for them had become more than just a vague idea, she was beginning to doubt about it.

Hitoshi had then gagged them with the gag masks and put them to bed. he had cut the ropes from Akiko`s limbs, but had cuffed her hands behind her back as well and had slung the chains of her ankle cuffs through that of Michiko so they would not be able to walk around. As a further precaution, he had put a collar around each girl`s neck, connected by a short chain, forcing them to lie face to face. Then, he had left them alone and locked the door of the sleeping room.

»Mhhmph! Uuhhmmm!«

Akiko had immediately tried to get free, but Michiko had refused to join in her struggles and just silently shaken her head. Her sister had fumed and stared dagger at her, but finally accepted their fate. They had heard a prolonged conversation from the adjacent room when the other man had returned and later, he had entered the room and bowed. Hitoshi, his shirt open and a bowl of Sake in his hand, had explained to them that he would return to Japan now. He, however, would take care of the two girls until Ihara senior had transferred the money.

»Kanpai!«, he had yelled and toasted to the two tied up girls. Both had noticed that he no longer wore his mask. Hitoshi finished another bowl of Sake and then, he fell on the bed, put an arm around Michiko and soon was sleeping soundly.

For Akiko, it had been inconvenient, since she had been pressed against the wall and had to keep that position to avoid that their pubic mounds touched. Further up, Hitoshi`s arm acted as a barrier between their breasts as he had cuddled against Michiko and cupped her right breast. Akiko`s breasts were pressed against the man`s arm and she could see the expression in her sister`s face: fear and embarrassment.

However, though she was scared to death, too, Akiko forced herself not to panic. In her beloved Anime stories, the heroine never succumbed to fear. Sooner or later, the Yakuza would make the mistake of underestimating her!

She though that this moment had come when in the morning, he suddenly rose from the bed and staggered towards the bathroom. First, they thought that he had just gone to pee, but then, they heard the sound of water running into the bathtub and knew that he obviously tried to shoo away his hangover with a bath in cold water.

»Mph! Uuhhmmph!«

Akiko came to life. Squirming and bucking, she directed the unwilling Michiko towards the edge of the bed. With all her effort, moaning, moving her head and rolling her eyes, she tried to communicate the simple message:

»If we can make it to the door, we might escape!«

Bound together as they were, getting to their feet wasn`t an easy task and it meant much more rubbing and grinding of their nude fronts as any of them desired. But finally, they stood on their feet, panting and trying not to topple over. The sound of running water could still be heard and now, it was accompanied by the buzzing of an electric razor.

»Mph!«

»Hrrrmmph!«

Their slow, close shuffle towards the door might have looked like an erotic dance since both of them could only take the smallest of steps, but with each foot they passed, they more and more managed to coordinate their moves. They passed the door and made their way through the living room. The corridor was only three yards away and there, they could already see the door, with the key dangling from the lock.

They doubled their efforts. Two yards, one! Akiko stretched her bound arms and felt the door handle-

»Where the hell are you going?«

Hitoshi was standing in the open bathroom door, dressed only in a towel slung around his hips. Michiko screamed through her gag and Akiko desperately tried to reach the key, but the man darted forward, grabbed Michiko`s arm and pulled them back into the living room.

»Now, I will have to punish you!«

***

Tao shivered, but since only she was to blame for her feeling cold, she didn`t complain. After she had kicked Marc where it hurt most, he had not refused to call his accomplices and to get her to their boat.

Marc had told her that Caine lived at Gozo, in the town of Nadur, to be exactly. And since there were no ferries at that time of the evening, she had decided for a surprise visit during the night and therefore, they would need a boat.

Marc had tried to persuade her not to go, but Tao was on warpath. The man had not only tricked, but also humiliated her and she wanted revenge on him, even more than she wanted to have Cordelia back. Actually, him having the brunette in his clutches didn`t block her own plans of keeping the redhead from going to the Police, but she wanted Caine to suffer for what he had done to her.

However, the hurry in which they had driven to the place where Hank and Aaron had their boat meant that she had had not time to get to her hotel room to fetch some clothes. Marc had had an old football shirt in his car and lent it to her, but it was far too big. That was okay since it fell over her hips and covered her panties, but the neck opening was so big that one of her bra straps always peeked out.

Now, the boat was approaching the coast of Gozo. Marc checked his watch.

»4 am. We will be there in half an hour. I hope Caine isn`t an early-riser!«

Marc just could not admit that he feared to go to Caine`s place; not in front of that woman. So, he had played tough and even reprimanded his men about their concerns. After all, they were three armed men and had the element of surprise. In addition, Tao had told them that she didn`t intend to commit a murder, but just wanted Caine to be beaten up.

Located on the Northeastern coast of Gozo, Nadur had some 4.500 inhabitants what made it the second biggest city on the island. It consisted of many small houses and one of these, a rather small one, the three men and one woman now approached.

The house looked like a sandstone box, with only two floors and a flat roof. Marc drew his gun and his men did the same whilst Tao took the crowbar with both hands. Carefully, looking for potential booby traps, they sneaked closer and though Aaron nearly fired his gun when a cat jumped up in front of him, nothing happened to them.

Marc and Hank covered her with their guns as Tao now pried open the back door. Then, they sneaked into the dark room. A quick search showed them that the ground floor was empty, but there came faint noises from the upper floor.

One by one, their guns ready, they sneaked up the stairs. Through the gap under one door, they could see lights and now, they could also hear the sounds better: muffled cries, accompanied by the sound when naked flesh hit naked flesh.

»Fuck! He`s banging her!«, Hank muttered.

»Bastard!«, Tao added. However, the fact that Caine was busy would make it easier to overpower him. Marc took leadership and stepped close to the door, taking the gun in both his hands. Then, he jumped forward, kicking the door open.

CLONK!

There was a metallic sound and a second later, a liquid poured down on Marc who stumbled forward and landed on the bed. The others quickly followed, their guns ready to fire, but except for their leader, the room was empty. The TV was on and now, they could see that the noises had come from a porn movie.

»What the fuck was that?«

Marc had gotten up from the bed, wiping his eyes. Now, he could smell the liquid that had poured over him from the bucket that had been placed over the door.

»Sewage!«

He ran for the bathroom to wash his face, ripping his shirt from his body. Meanwhile, Tao spotted a cardboard sign taped to the TV:

»Did you really think I would be so silly?«

***

When Caine had entered the barn, Cordelia had been awake for quite some time. That was hardly surprising, since she had not dared to fall asleep once again.

She had finally dozed off during the night, but during her sleep, she had slid from the board – and been rudely awakened a second later when the crotch rope brutally tried to cut her in two. Flailing and screaming into her choking gag, she had struggled and her frantic attempts had made things even worse before she had finally managed to strain her arm muscles and to pull her butt back onto the board. There she had sat, panting and trembling, whilst the painful tingling between her legs had slowly ceased. The rope still was partially in her, but Cordelia hadn`t dared to wriggle her hips to shake it off; too big was her fear to lose contact with the board once again.

Mike grinned as he recognized her predicament.

»So, you were kissed awake by the rope?«

He untied her and Cordelia, exhausted and with her muscles sore from the long bondage, collapsed on the floor. Caine waited for a minute until she came to her hand and feet and then grabbed her arm to help her up. Then, he pointed to a corner where Cordelia saw a big blue box: it was a Dixie toilet, like the ones used at festivals.

»Five minutes!«

Cordelia stumbled into the cabin and when she opened it, she saw a small modification: the lock could be opened from outside, too. So, locking herself in would not even buy her a few seconds.

She quickly followed nature and thought if she should ungag herself, but didn`t dare to do so. Instead, she just tried to collect some strength until he told her that her time was over.

On a round table, Caine had arranged two cups, a thermos and some sandwiches and also some fruits. He told her to sit on one of the two chairs and began to unwind the tape from her mouth.

»It`s quite frugal, but it has been a rather spontaneous idea to invite you over!«

He finished ungagging her in silence and Cordelia panted and coughed when the dreadful pantyhose and the panties were pulled from her mouth. Then, she reached for the cup of coffee and drank as fast as she could from the hot drink.

Caine sat so she could see the gun in his belt, but then, he also sipped from his coffee, watching Cordelia as she drank coffee and even managed to eat an orange. Then, he pointed towards the sink.

»Clean your teeth, Cordelia!«

Since this order wasn`t threatening, she obeyed, observing in the mirror how Caine removed the remaining food from the table and instead placed a big leather cushion on it. Then, he called her to come back to the table. Cordelia gasped when he grabbed her hips, but the man did nothing worse than to lift her up and place her on the edge of the table – if one could speak of »edges« if the table was round.

»Now, lean back!«

He took one of her wrists and led her as she arched back, shivering as she felt the cold leather cushion touch her bare skin. Caine also took her other hand and made her lie on her back. It wasn`t inconvenient, but Cordelia was all too aware as the cushion put her front even more on display as lying on the back already would have done.

With two pieces of rope, he tied her wrists to the table`s legs, forcing her to stretch her arms as he did so. Then, he took her left ankle and tied it to one of the remaining legs. Cordelia waited for him to tie her other leg, too, but instead, he placed one hand under her calf, holding it whilst he brushed over her shapely leg with his other hand.

»Wonderful!«

He felt her thigh and suddenly stopped. Then, he brushed over her skin with two fingers and smiled.

»Too bad your legs don`t need a fresh shave, too!«

Cordelia let out a croaking sound. Memories of the razor haunted her, how he had held it close to her-

»Ah, of course, I will gag you first.«

He fixed her leg to the other table leg, forcing her to keep her thighs open. Cordelia oppressed the urge to scream; in her current predicament, an angry Caine was the last thing she needed!

He rummaged around and then came back for her, putting his hand under the back of her head that rested on the edge of the table.

»Now, will you be a good girl or do I have to get the clothespin again?«

Cordelia hated herself for being submissive, but defiance would only have hurt her more and brought her nothing. So, she opened her mouth and Caine slowly, but thoroughly stuffed the panties into her mouth. Cordelia retched: even though she had been gagged with them for the entire night, they still tasted vile.

Caine spared her nothing. On top of the panties, he stuffed the pantyhose and then, he forced the rubber ball between her teeth and buckled it shut. Again, he then adjusted the ball, pushing it even deeper into her mouth, and then put it one notch tighter. Cordelia groaned, but Caine just taped her mouth shut. The only variation was that he took a pink vet wrap bandage to wind it over her mouth and around her head numerous times, also covering her chin and locking her jaw.

»Now, let`s see if this gag is good enough, Cordelia.«

Caine placed his hands on her breasts, putting her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Cordelia gasped and prepared herself for getting pinched, but when he tightened his grip, he did it slowly and the pain just wouldn`t come.

He pressed her boobs until she let out a fluttering breath as her tension from having awaited the pinch ceased. Caine then softened his grip as she breathed in, only to grope harder as she breathed out. This time, he did pinch her nipples a bit, but only to cause her to gasp a little. Still, it wasn`t more than irritating.

»Perhaps, he will wait until I feel save and then, he will squeeze them all the harder!«

Caine now adjusted to her breath and he not only groped, but kneaded her breasts, showing his strength, but also a surprising gentleness as he now moved his hands in small circles and still kept her nipples trapped between his fingers.

»Come on, get it done! Pinch me and leave me alone! Please!«

Cordelia now suffered more from anticipation than she would have from getting her nipples squeezed, but still, the pain didn`t come. Instead, she felt a warm tingle build in her breasts and when Caine`s fingers slightly moved, playing with the nipples between them, she felt that they had grown hard from the massage.

»Oh, no! Now, he must think that I am enjoying this! I must – ooohh!«

Again, he literally squeezed the air from her, like she was a bellow he had to handle with care and strength at the same time. This time, she involuntarily arched her back and when the air was pressed out of her lungs, she let out a faint groan.

»Now, he will think that I am enjoooohhh!«

Again, he tightened his grip and again, she moaned and then, she allowed herself to close her eyes. Deep inside her, a little voice whispered:

»If you can`t avoid it, at least try to enjoy it!«

The rational modest part of her mind was upset about this voice, but Cordelia kept her eyes closed and concentrated on the man`s caresses – yes, she had thought of that word to describe it! – and moaned as blissful tingles strayed through her chest. When Caine stopped the massage, she let out a disappointed groan of protest.

Caine went for the sink and when he came back, he pressed a wet cloth between her splayed thighs. Cordelia reared up and screamed into her gag: the water the cloth had soaked with was so hot it just didn`t hurt.

He carefully washed and massaged her pubic area before Cordelia, who just could not get it over herself to raise her head and watch what he was doing, felt something much cooler and a slight tickling. Obviously, he was applying the shaving foam with a brush.

»Now, hold still and spread your thighs a little wider!«

Cordelia bit down on her panty gag as she felt the razor scrape over her pubic mound. She fought down her reflex to squirm and she faintly moaned as she felt the slight scratch of the blade on her skin.

Caine worked slowly and seemed highly concentrated. Cordelia hardly dared to breathe and for a while, there was only the faint scratching of the razor to be heard. Then, he went further down. She felt him push his left hand under her buttocks and lift her slightly, using his thump to straighten her skin or to get easier access to the few single hairs around her labia.

It didn`t hurt in the slightest and yet, Cordelia felt too strained to even feel humiliated. She deliberately stretched her thighs so he could get his work done better and when she finally heard him say »So!« and then felt him dab her middle with the wet rag, she let out a long, fluttering sigh of relief.

»There, as smooth as a bowling ball«, Caine said and she felt a hysteric giggle rise in her throat at the more than clumsy metaphor. Caine now opened a can of Nivea cream and Cordelia shuddered as he placed the cold can on her belly. She raised her head and saw him put some cream on his fingers.

»Mhhmph!«

Cordelia wanted to protest when he put his fingers between her legs again and started to cream her sensitive skin, but Caine just put his other hand under the back of her head and looked at her. His grin was still that of a shark, but the touch of his fingers was gentle. Nevertheless, Cordelia was relieved when he withdrew without going further.

»Meanwhile, Marc and the other idiots may have found out that I am not at my home at Gozo. Well, I don`t mind staying here for a while. We have food and water and I am quite sure we also find something if we are getting too bored!«

***

Hitoshi began with Akiko and loosened the collar from her neck. Then, he loosened her left ankle. The girl tried to kick him, but only landed a soft blow before he had grabbed her foot and retied her ankles.

»That will add to your punishment!«

He led her back towards the sleeping room and threw her onto the bed. Akiko turned on her back and once again tried to kick him, but again, he was too fast for her. Positioning her on the lower side of the bed, he produced another pair of handcuffs and bent her legs over her head so he could cuff her left ankle to the left lower bedpost. Then, he once again untied her right ankle from the left and used the cuff as a leash to force Akiko to bend her leg to the right lower bedpost. When he had cuffed her there, the girl was lying on her bed, her lower back crouched so her butt was raised and she stared through her splayed legs, fuming through her gag.

Hitoshi now reached for her thong and pulled, causing her to groan as the thin material was pulled deep into her cleft and between her legs before the seams tore and he could yank it free, rendering her stark naked. Now, the girl feared he intended to rape her and doubled her squirming, but instead, he went for Michiko whom he positioned on the lower side of the bed so she had to look down on her sister.

Hitoshi freed Michiko`s wrists. then, he loosened her wrists and used the two pairs of handcuffs to retie her hands to the bedposts, close to Akiko`s feet. Then, he took two pieces of rope and tied Michiko`s ankles to the bed`s lower feet, forcing her to stand with her legs spread.

»You two have tried to escape from me and though I can understand your motivation to do so, I can`t let you two go unpunished! In addition, you, Akiko, tried to attack me. Twice! So, your punishment must be harder!«

Michiko noticed that he had not called her sister »san«, but Akiko just said something through her gag that would have gotten her additional punishment if Hitoshi had understood her.

Now, he quickly withdrew and when he came back, he was wearing jeans and a T-Shirt. Obviously, he found that a punishment required a more formal dressing than just a towel. Akiko let out a sigh of relief: obviously, raping one of them was not on the agenda.

Hitoshi stepped behind Michiko and a moment later, Akiko heard the sound of a slap, accompanied by a soft moan from her sister and her slightly squirming in her bonds. Whilst Michiko endured the spanking, Akiko bit down on her gag. He would not break her with a little pain!

After 20 blows, Hitoshi stopped. Michiko whimpered, but as he bent forward and kissed her cheek, she didn`t shy back. Then, he began to whisper something into Michiko`s ear. Akiko tried to listen, but could only see that her sister`s eyes widened and she looked down on Akiko with despair.

»That`s what the philosophers call a dilemma. It`s your decision, Michiko-chan!«

Hitoshi stepped to the side of the bed and then, he pulled the belt from his trousers and doubled it.

»As I said, you deserve a more severe punishment. However, as you may have noticed, your sister is more willingly to cooperate. And so, there are two possibilities. Either, I will have to beat you using this-«

He slammed the belt onto the bed and though he had just hit the mattress, Akiko twitched at the sheer vehemence of the blow. The belt looked narrow and if he would use this to beat her, it would be as if he used a whip.

»It would be 60 strikes – 20 for trying to escape and 20 for each attempt to kick me!«

He saw that Akiko gulped and the glimpse of hope in her eyes as he put the belt away.

»The alternative will be just ten with my bare hand – if your sister agrees upon helping me.«

Akiko stared up to Michiko with eyes like saucers. In her current state, sheer atavistic fear took over and she would have pleaded to her sister to do what he said even if he had demanded that she should sacrifice herself to save her younger sister. Michiko mumbled something into her gag; then, she nodded slightly and Hitoshi stepped forward.

»Now, I will spank you ten times – but each time you twitch and I don`t hit your buttocks properly, it doesn`t count.«

»Mph!«

Akiko nodded, glancing at him. Was he considering her a weakling that could not stand a few slaps on her butt?

She saw Hitoshi raise his hand and bit down on her gag.

A fraction of a second before he hit her, Michiko brushed over Akiko`s bare soles with her fingers. With a squeal, Akiko twitched and squirmed in her bonds and Hitoshi only hit her left thigh.

»That one doesn`t count, we will start at ›one‹ again!«

Akiko stared up to her sister who repeated the view with an expression of guilt and helplessness. And yet, when Hitoshi tried to beat her again, she once more reached for her feet. Akiko tried to dodge, but she was extremely sensitive on her feet and so, she again squirmed and the hand landed on the mattress.

»Still 10 to go!«

Hitoshi sat down on the bed, beside Akiko who now panted through her nose and stared daggers at the man who used her ticklishness as a weapon against her. He brushed over Akiko`s cheek, but then, he grabbed her long braid and touched the tassel on the end.

»Almost like a brush!«, he said and brushed over her side, causing Akiko to squeal and cringe again.

»Michiko-san! The game still is afoot!«

Michiko groaned, but again, she tried to reach for her sister`s soles whilst Hitoshi tickled her sides with the end of her own braid, from time to time trying to slap the squirming girl`s buttocks.

Akiko always had thought that hell would be a world of pain, but now, she knew that hell was her sister`s fingers raking over her soles and the tassel of her bride slowly running over her sides. She thrashed in her bonds, tried to rear up and screamed through her gag when her tickle reflexes drove her insane, but to no avail.

It couldn`t have been more than a few minutes when they finally let her go, but Akiko now was gasping for air, her face had turned red and her whole body was covered with sweat. Her chest was heaving from her trying to catch breath and she didn`t even realize that Hitoshi gave her the eight spanks she had missed, though he only slapped her rather symbolically. Then, he bent over her and waited until she had recovered enough to understand him.

»Now, will you be a good girl now, Akiko-san?«

He made a move as if to reach for her braid again. Akiko`s eyes widened and then, still breathing heavily, she nodded and Hitoshi caressed her cheek.

»You may thank your elder sister later!«, he chuckled.

***