Sisters 16

»He will come back any minute – and then, he will make me suffer!«

The thought, though quite dissuasive, had become Cordelia`s mantra when she had started to work on her escape. It all had started with a straining crawl towards the next wall where she had managed to sit up and then get into a standing position. Panting, she had now looked for something that could help her to get loose.

Close to her, she had seen the sink, but to her disappointment, the razor wasn`t there. It would have been dangerous anyway to work on her bonds with the sharp blade —and her elbows would remain a problem. Cordelia had realized that she needed a sharp object that was fixed to something, so she could saw through the ropes.

A sharp object. In front of her inner eye, Cordelia had seen a blade, a triple blade, pointing at her-

»Mhhmmph!«

Her eyes had fallen on the crossbow, still fixed to the chair and still aiming at the toppled table where she had been lying. The bolt`s top consisted of three blades and given the fact how obsessive Caine had been with sharpening his razor, Cordelia had been sure that the bolt had been sharpened, too.

She had looked at the weapon, just some three yards away from her. Then, she had hopped closer to it and though nobody had been watching, she had blushed by the way this had made her breasts bounce. Inch after inch, she had approached the crossbow – then, she had slipped.

»Mmhrrrmm!«

The fall hadn`t been painful, though she had pushed against the chair. When she looked up, she saw that the push had triggered the crossbow. Frantically, she looked for the bolt and finally saw it: it stuck in the wall. With a sigh, Cordelia began to crawl closer, sitting on her butt and pushing herself forward with her bound legs. It was another five yards, but the bolt had hit the wall close to the ground and so, she was sure she could reach it in her sitting position.

She was panting through her nose and covered with sweat when she finally reached the wall and then, she brought her wrists close to the bolt. It was stuck and she could feel a bit of one of the blades. Slowly and carefully, she began to saw, always repeating her mantra:

»When he comes back, I will suffer!«

***

Vinh nervously looked at the two captives. Mike had searched something via his cell phone, but not told him anything but where he should drive, leading him towards an agricultural area, dominated by vast cornfields and long, dead straight concrete paths. It was a place that offered no cover and yet, he had make Vinh stop here. Then, they had quickly allowed their captives to relieve themselves and given them some water and food before regagging them again, but sparing them the hogties and hoods. Then, Mike had told Vinh to wait for some two hours and had left.

Now, Linh and Guylène were sitting side by side in the shadow of the car, their wrists cuffed behind their backs and Linh`s right ankle cuffed to Guylène`s left, a position that allowed them some movement without enabling them to run. Vinh was sitting close to them, Mike`s gun on his lap, trying to ignore their occasional attempts to communicate with him through the panties stuffing their mouths. Vinh had put on his sunglasses so he could watch them without showing his emotions.

Linh seemed to have further recovered from her ordeal, as she sat upright and also seemed calm, though she looked at him pleadingly. Guylène, however, stared daggers at him.

»Where the fuck has Mike gone? And what does he want?«

He had repeatedly looked at his cell phone, but Tao had neither texted him nor even read his latest messages. Something was going wrong at Malta, too!

Suddenly, he heard the sound of an engine. There had been one or two tractors and a harvester in the vicinity, but this time, it sounded different. Like a motorcycle or-

Vinh looked up and spotted a small plane. First, he just wondered that it was flying low, but then, he saw that it was approaching the road where he had parked the car.

»Holy shit, will they spray the whole area with insecticides now?«

However, there was no cloud of poison coming from the plane`s rear. Instead, it seemed to come lower and lower and Vinh understood that it was trying to land on the road.

»Oh no, it`s the husband of that other woman! He found us!«

He tightened his grip at the gun. Vinh had served in the Vietnamese forces and therefore knew how to use a firearm, but he did not feel ready for a shootout. Ducking behind the car, he watched as the plane came down and jerky put on the ground. It slowed down and came to a halt some 100 yards away. With the propeller still turning, the cockpit opened and a man jumped out. Vinh lowered the gun: it was Mike!

»What the hell is that?«

»A Cessna 172«, Mike explained with a grin. »The most produced small civilian motor plane in the world – and also the one on which I made my pilot`s license! Luckily, the guys at the local airport didn`t notice that I am lacking practice hours for the last three years!«

A still puzzled Vinh assisted Mike as they untied the girls` ankles and made their captives stumble over to the plane. There, they assisted them in climbing into the narrow back seat of the cockpit that was actually designed for one person. But finally, the two sat side by side, wedged into the seat. Mike told Vinh to sit in the passenger seat and have an eye on them whilst he fetched a few things from the car. Then, he swung back to the pilot`s seat.

»I saw that Cosenza has some 60.000 inhabitants!«, he told Vinh after he had closed the Plexiglas lid. The Vietnamese looked as if Mike had lost his marbles.

»Cities of that size usually have such small airports for private planes and usually, you can even rent some if you have the money and a pilot`s license!«

»There!«

Vinh pointed at a tractor that approached them: obviously, the farmer who owned the field wanted to know what was going on and maybe just wanted to offer his help. Mike pulled on a lever and the propeller accelerated. Then, the plane began to move and Vinh was pushed back in his seat.

»If the farmer has a shotgun, it will be like in the movies!«

He let the plane roll towards the approaching tractor, pulling on the gas to reach the necessary speed for takeoff. Vinh clawed his hands into the seat and stared at the green tractor. The driver indeed jumped from his cockpit; not to wield a shotgun, but to jump off and run into the field to avoid getting killed in the crash.

»Yippee-Ki-Yay, Motherfucker!«

Mike pulled on the elevator and the plane took off. He had reached a height of some 30 feet already when they passed the tractor, but to Vinh, it felt as if they had almost touched it. Slowly, he regained his ability to breathe normally and asked:

»You – you can fly this thing to Malta?«

Mike grinned.

»Actually, flying isn`t more difficult than driving a car. Landing, however, can be a challenge, especially since we can`t use the official airport!«

»Oh, I am sure you have an excellent plan!«, Vinh replied, trying to sound sarcastically. Mike patted his companion`s shoulder.

»I will work out something on the way. Now, look out if you see something big, island-like right ahead! If we are over Sicily, we are on the right way!«

***

 When the men had led them inside the barn, Isabelle had kept her arm around Samantha who still was sobbing silently. She was abashed, for her little sister did not easily turn on the waterworks. However, the last day had been quite a challenge for Samantha and in addition, her best friend was still in the clutches of some kidnappers.

Tao seemed to be a bit undecided about her current status: was she still an accomplice of these men or their captive? So, she didn`t raise her hands, but also didn`t say anything when Marc now looked around in the room.

»I think this place is nice and quiet and big enough for even – three guests!«

Tao opened her mouth to say something when Samantha suddenly cringed and started to cough. Isabelle bent down to her and heard her croak:

»Can`t breathe – Asthma!«

Isabelle frowned; her little sister never had had problems like that. Obviously, the latest events had been even harder to her than she would have imagined. Now, Aaron exchanged a look with Marc whilst Samantha sank to her knees.

»My – inhaler! In – my handbag!«

When they had examined the hut, they had deposited their handbags near the door and now, Samantha pointed to her large, burgundy red bag. Suddenly, Isabelle had a terrible suspicion: did her sister try to get the Wakizashi, the short Japanese sword she had taken from Michiko`s flat.

»Samantha, it`s too dangerous, no!«, she whispered in French, but now, Aaron grabbed the bag and tossed it to Samantha who worked on the clasp with fluttering fingers. Isabelle saw her take something small, definitely not the Wakizashi. Then, she once again cramped and reached out for Aaron who reflexively bent down to her.

With surprising quickness, Samantha`s hand darted forward and grabbed his arm, pulling him closer. Then, she used the small spray can on him she held in her other hand. The pepper spray hit Aaron`s eyes and the man let out a loud, animalistic cry of pain.

»Aaron, what-«

Hank made a move towards his friend when Tao hit him with a kick that made him stagger and drop his gun. Marc spun around to aim at the Vietnamese when Isabelle acted: she was a petite girl, but the man had turned his back towards her and so, she jumped on his back and grabbed his head, pressing both her hands over his eyes.

Now, Hank had partially recovered from his surprise and was defending himself against Tao`s attacks whilst Aaron was still staggering around, his hands covering his eyes. He still yelled like a wounded bull and so, Samantha, now showing no signs of Asthma, rummaged through her bag, grabbing the Wakizashi.

»Kiiiiyyaaah!«

The blade swished through the air and hit Hank`s left upper arm. The man jumped back and stared at the blood coming from the rather small wound. It was just a scratch, but then, he saw the redhead wielding the sword with both hands and there was blood dripping from its blade. Beside her, a panting Asian with her hands raised for fight was standing and since Aaron was still caught in a sightless world of pain and Marc was waving his arms to get rid of Isabelle who still pulled his head backwards and prevented him from seeing, he slowly withdrew towards the door.

BANG!

A shot from Marc`s gun was fired, rather from reflex than deliberately, and though the bullet just hit the roof, it caused Hank to run outside. Tao went behind the crawling Aaron and kicked his butt, sending him to the ground. Samantha saw that Marc was still trying to get rid of Isabelle and she tightened the grip around her sword, waiting for a chance to attack him without endangering her sister.

BANG!

She spun around, but it had been Tao who had grabbed Hank`s gun from the ground. She had fired through the door, causing Hank to seek shelter behind the car, but now, she was aiming at Marc and yelled:

»Give up, Marc, or you are a dead man!«

The man who had heard the shot stopped in motion and Isabelle took her chance, jumping from his back and grabbing the gun from his hand. Now, they were two girls with guns and one with a sword against an unarmed man and Marc unwillingly raised his hands. Tao ordered:

»Out of the hut – and take that crybaby with you!«

Marc staggered towards Aaron who was still crying from the pepper spray, grabbed his arm and helped him to stumble out of the barn. Here, Tao, flanked by Isabelle and Samantha, ordered the men to empty their pockets and to even take off their shoes.

»Now, can you see the buoy?«

She pointed at a red buoy that showed the end of the shallow water, some 100 yards from the shore.

»Swim to it, and you better don`t look back!«

Marc seemed to be reluctant, wanting to say something defiant, but when Hank helped Aaron to get to the shore, he just glanced angrily at the women and then followed his men to swim for the buoy. Tao nodded and, not lowering her arm or taking her eyes from the retreating men, ordered:

»Get their money and cell phones, and then, let`s go!«

Isabelle, still feeling a bit unreal, did as she had been told, but Samantha suddenly raised her sword. With a yell, she jumped forward – and sliced the Jeep`s front tire. Obviously, she still was full of adrenaline, for she cut all three other wheels and even the spare wheel before she jumped into the waiting car. Inside, Isabelle who was driving hugged her little sister.

»I am sure Maman would want me to reprimand you for endangering your and my life, but I am too proud to do so! You saved our asses!«

»And Maman always said I could learn nothing from watching Anime and reading Manga books!«

She giggled, half triumphant, half hysterically, but suddenly, she turned serious again.

»We should have interrogated them! We still have no idea where Crêpe and her sister are!«

Isabelle reached for her sister`s hand when suddenly, Tao said from the backseat:

»Maybe, we have a clue!«

She held up the cell phone she had taken from Marc.

»I did not only take these so they can`t dial for assistance. When we were – working together, I saw him doing several phone calls and on some occasions, he didn`t speak Maltese, but instead withdrew to another room, indicating that he was speaking English and didn`t want me to listen. So, perhaps, we will find a hint to the hideout of either Akiko`s or Cordelia`s abductor!«

Isabelle suddenly scoffed.

»Wow! My little sister turns out to be able to fight off three armed men and our new ally has the skills of a Police investigator! Perhaps, I should retire!«

Samantha bent over and kissed her cheek.

»Come on, we would never go on a mission without the Cool Chaperone! Now, get us to our hotel!«

»At your command, Flashy Boobs!«, Isabelle replied and when a puzzled Tao asked what this was all about, both sisters burst out laughing.

***

For a while, it had seemed that Hitoshi would lose his game he forced the two sisters to participate in. Both Michiko and Akiko had experimented with the different speed levels of the other`s vibrator, but none had caused more than a slight irritation. Of course, this irritation added to the embarrassment that Hitoshi still was watching the two girls forced to stimulate each other with the vibrating eggs.

However, in Akiko grew the determination to spare her sister punishment and so, she decided to play the game to win – or to lose, for if she succeeded, it would be her who would suffer from whatever punishment Hitoshi had in his mind for them.

So, she moved back her pelvis, thus tightening their combined crotch scarves. When she did so, Akiko also put Michiko`s vibrator on full speed. The scarf now pressed the egg harder against Michiko`s pubic area and so, she felt the vibrations even more. Her eyes widened and she panted.

However, Akiko`s move also caused her own crotch scarf to tighten, too. And suddenly, she felt a change in the vibrations, too: whenever she increased the pressure, the egg vibrated stronger, only to cease when she or Michiko reduced the pull on the scarves.

»You shouldn`t even know how such things work, Onee-san!«, Akiko thought. She had secretly bought a vibrator a few years ago and used it sometimes, though more out of curiosity. However, she had always been sure that the prudish and modest Michiko had never even heard of such devilish toys and would consider them as bad.

»Obviously, she has a kinky side that I don`t know – oohh!«

Akiko involuntarily sighed when she felt a small electric shock. Obviously, Michiko had found another feature and now sent small slightly painful waves through her loins. Akiko tried the buttons on the remote taped to her fingers and found that she could pay back for these shocks. Michiko reared up and let out a faint groan.

Spurned by this reaction, Akiko continued to stimulate her sister, ignoring how she more and more got carried away herself. She didn`t notice how she more and more adjusted the movements of her pelvis to Michiko`s, how she concentrated on the rhythm her sister had found for her. The vibrating egg had slid down deeper between her legs and now, she just had to move her hips to feel it where it sent blissful vibrations through her.

»Uuhmmmm! Mmhhmmmmm!«

»Mhhrrrmmm! Hhmmmph!«, Michiko answered. Akiko could see that the little she could make out from her sister`s cheeks under all those scarves gagging her had reddened and that she was covered with a fine coat of perspiration. Her nipples stood out prominently and she had her eyes half closed. Blushing at the sight of her sister`s arousal, Akiko closed her eyes.

»Oh!«

Suddenly, she felt the touch of the vibrator even more intense. Akiko knew that she should open her eyes again, but it just felt so good she kept her lids closed for a while, wriggling her hips and enjoying the tender massage of the vibrator. Her movements accelerated, or were it Michiko`s and was she just reacting to it? It didn`t matter, it felt good, so good-

»No, I must stop this! I- oohh!«

Akiko felt a buzz right at her swollen clit, almost painful and causing her to rear up and moan with pleasure. She wriggled and squirmed to get this feeling again and when she had finally managed to get the vibrator to the right spot, Akiko felt that it accelerated and she knew that soon, it would happen.

She felt her sister´s bound ankles touch her own and somehow, this added to her arousal – feeling Michiko`s hot and sweaty skin, how she moved and writhed, hear her moan and sigh and-

Akiko felt that the wave inside her loins was growing and would soon wash away her feeble attempts of not giving in to the stimulation.

»Forgive me, Onee-san!«

As if she had heard her, Michiko let out a deep groan and pulled on their combined crotch rope, as if she wanted to say:

»It`s okay, Imouto! He won`t kill me! Just let it go!«

The imagined words echoed through Akiko`s mind, became meaningless sounds that somehow matched those that she produced deep in her throat. She knew that she was moaning, panting and sighing and then-

»Mph! Mph! Uuuhmm! Uuuhhmmmmmmm! Hhrrrmmmmmmmmmm!«

Akiko helplessly twitched and spasmed as the orgasm hit her like a monster wave. So far, she had been together with three boy and one girl and now, it seemed that they all had come together to give her that one, wonderful climax! It lasted for more than a minute and when Akiko finally collapsed, she felt that she would never be able to walk again.

She must have swooned for a short while, for when she blinked, still feeling her middle tingle from the blissful peak, she felt that something had changed.

»Mhhmm?«

Akiko`s vision cleared and she could see that Hitoshi had bent over the bed. He had removed the crotch scarves and also the vibrators from both her and Michiko and Akiko felt it like a loss. Then, suddenly, she realized what she had done!

»Oh no, what have I done, he will now do terrible things to Michiko!«

She widened her eyes and wanted to protest through her gag as the man bent over her sister, but only a faint croak came out. She watched helplessly as Hitoshi pushed his hand between Michiko`s legs.

»Uuhhmmmph! Nnngggg!«

She wanted to pull on her bonds, in a desperate attempt to distract Hitoshi from Michiko, but the man just ignored her. Then, she realized that also Michiko hadn`t taken notice of her. Her sister`s eyes were closed and though she sighed and moaned, it didn`t sound as if she was suffering.

Hitoshi had bent over her and from the position of his head and that of her sister, Akiko guessed that he was kissing her neck. His upper body hid his right hand – she presumed that it was kneading Michiko`s left breast –, but she had a full view of the back of his left hand. It was between Michiko`s legs and he was thrusting his fingers inside her, faster and faster. Each push caused a sigh or groan from Michiko and then, under the eyes of a petrified Akiko, Michiko found herself in the throes of a strong orgasm. She screamed through her gags and buried her face on Hitoshi`s shoulder. The men held her in a tender embrace until the girl had reached the end of the wave of pleasure; then, he gently kissed her forehead and whispered:

»You have won my little game and so, I thought that you deserved a reward!«

He stood up from the bed and now, the two sisters looked at each other. Both were still panting, their bodies were glistering from sweat and the specific fragrance, though filtered by the scarves tied over their noses, was overwhelming. Akiko felt a wave of shame wash through her and she blushed deeply, but did not lower her head and neither did Michiko.

***

With a groan, the completely exhausted Cordelia sank to her side. For what had seemed hours, she had sawed through her ties, starting at her wrist bonds and then her elbows. More than once, she had had to stop to catch breath and her already strained arms were aching from the effort. But now, she had finally cut the last remnants of her elbow tie and for the first time since Caine had trussed her up, her arms were free.

For a while, she just lay there, panting and waiting for the painful tingling in her shoulders to cease. Cordelia knew that if Caine had come back now, she still wouldn`t have been a match for her, still gagged and with her legs tied.

When she was sure that her hands would work again, she reached for the mask strapped over her multiple gags, but then, she decided to free her legs first. If Caine returned, she would at least be able to run.

The bolt could not be pulled from the wall and so, she had to undo the tight knots with her hands. Progress was slow, but finally, the last piece of rope fell. Cordelia now half crawled, half staggered to the Dixie toilet and relieved herself, panting and at the same time feeling the euphoria of freedom suddenly being not just a vague hope.

Then, she heard the sound of approaching steps. Cordelia gasped when she realized that they didn`t come from the door, but from the side entrance. It was Caine.

The curse was in Maltese, but there could be no doubt about its meaning. Still hidden in the plastic box, Cordelia heard him rush towards the door and then, the steps seemed to get away from the barn. Carefully, she opened the door of the box.

The barn`s door was open and there was no sign of Caine. Taking all her courage together, the still naked and gagged Cordelia rushed for the door and peeped outside. Caine was standing a few yards away, heading towards a bush where he had seen some movement.

Cordelia was sure that he would hear her heartbeat as she sneaked out of the barn and slowly walked into the opposite direction, looking over her shoulder on every few steps. She now saw that she had been kept inside something that looked like a large pigsty and was on a vast ground covered with gravel and some shrubbery. There was another building that looked as if it had been left long ago and in front of her, she saw a rusty, partially trampled fence.

Caine had now reached the bush and cursed when a seagull flew up. Cordelia headed for the fence. If only he would look into the other direction for another minute, she could-

»Ah, there you are, Cordelia! Have you already become sick of my hospitality?«

With a terrified moan, Cordelia began to run.

***

When they had seen the car with the three girls driving away, Marc, Aaron and Hank had stopped swimming towards the buoy and had headed for the beach immediately. When they had reached their car, they had seen that not only the wheels were cut, but Tao had taken their cell phones, the guns and also their shoes with them.

Marc crushed the side window of the Jeep with his elbow and reached inside for the glove compartment, producing a reserve gun. Then, he faced his men. Aaron, who still was suffering from the pepper spray, was blinking insecurely and looked miserable whilst Hank seemed also determined to give these bitches some payback. In enforced calmness, Marc said:

»Now, we will walk back to the next village and phone Kenny to pick us up! I hope that none of you two has the urge of telling him – or anyone else – about the details of what happened here!«

The two men just nodded. They had been defeated by three girls without arms and none of them wanted that such a story made the round. When they started their one mile trip over the rocky path, hank asked:

»What will you do now, Boss?«

Marc looked at Hank with such an expression of hatred that the man involuntarily shied back. Then, he hissed:

»Nuclear option! These bitches are going to pay!«

***

After the slightly uneven start, when Mike had brought the plane to a steady height of some 1.500 feet, Vinh began to relax and even enjoyed the sight of the land and the sea underneath them. So far, he had only been flying in big jets and so, this was a completely new experience to him.

»Mhhmmph! Uhhmmmph!«

A muffled complaint from the back seat made him turn around and he looked at his sister in law, naked, her hands cuffed behind her back and her lips plastered with tape that held a pair of panties inside her mouth. She was sitting very close to Guylène who was in the same predicament, but at least still had the dignity of her panties, bra and gartered stockings. Both looked at him pleadingly and tried to communicate through their gags.

»Shall we take their gags off?«, he asked Mike. His companion shook his head.

»As long as none of them gets air-sick, I`d say no! We would have to regag them once we have reached Malta and if they decide to struggle, it could be a bit of a problem in that narrow cockpit!«

Vinh shrugged towards the captives, causing Linh to stare daggers at him whilst Guylène turned towards the side window with as much indignation as her partially clad state allowed her. The Vietnamese sat back and for a while, he asked Mike about how difficult it was to get a license to fly such a plane.

»Not so much more difficult than a driving license, but it`s quite expensive! Luckily, my employer paid!«

Mike didn`t tell Vinh that renting the plane had cost him quite a sum, too. Perhaps, his decision to go all in would even get him some compensation for the thousands of Pounds or Euros he already had spent during the last few days. He oppressed a yawn. Here, Vinh could not take over for him and he also knew that Malta could not be too far away. They had already left Sicily behind them and now were flying over the open Mediterranean.

Then, he saw the black clouds in front of them.

»Fuck!«

Vinh now also noticed the clouds and according to the gasps from the back seat, Guylène and Linh had also seen that soon, the weather would become rough.

»Will this be – dangerous?«, Vinh asked, trying to sound calm. Suddenly, the small plane felt very vulnerable to him, and 1.500 feet suddenly sounded very high.

»Well, it looks rather like an ordinary thunderstorm and not like a veritable gale. So, I think I can bring her down safely – if I find a decent road or something similar!«

»And – if not?«

Mike showed him a grin that seemed a bit forced.

»Look under the seat for the parachutes – and better read the manual very carefully!«

***