Sisters 17
Cordelia had made it to the trampled fence when she slipped. She landed on sandy ground and thus didn`t hurt herself, but when she looked back at the approaching Caine, she shuddered. The man seemed to gloom in a surreal light and when he grinned and opened his mouth to say something, she heard the sound of a loud thunderstruck.
A second later, she realized that it had been a real thunderstruck as heavy rain began pouring down on her and the light around her darkened. As if the cold water had revitalized her senses, she got to her feet and climbed over the fence, rushing towards the scrubs.
»Maybe, he will lose my track and I can hide from him!«
The now heavy rain drowned all sounds from the man behind her and so, she just headed towards the bushes and rocks, trying to find a place to hide before exhaustion struck her or Caine would have reached her.
***
Heavy rainfalls are a rather rare occasion on Malta and thus, the road Isabelle, Samantha and Tao were on quickly turned into a muddy path. Isabelle managed to reach the town without an accident, but the roads were now crowded with tourists fleeing from the beaches and cars lurching around on the slippery roads that she finally gave up and decided that they should walk the last 500 yards towards the Hotel »New Dolmen« that was the closest to their position.
Their clothes soaking wet, the three reached the hotel little later. Though the lobby was crowded with people in a similar state, Isabelle was all too aware that her light summer dress now clung to her body and the now transparent cloth revealed her bra and panties. She was quite relieved when they reached their rooms. Samantha went to her room for a quick shower whilst Tao followed Isabelle to her room. Now, alone for the first time since they had first met, a slightly bashful Tao hummed and hawed:
»Well – when we first met – I mean, sorry!«
Isabelle waved off the apology.
»Believe me, I have faced worse things in life – even on this island and during the last 24 hours! So, do you want to use the shower first? After all, there´s little we can do now, except for trying to get some evidence from that man`s phone!«
Tao had already stripped to her bra and panties and Isabelle said:
»My drawer`s your drawer – though you might prefer asking Samantha for some fresh underwear!«
She mustered the Vietnamese`s skimpy panties that were far less substantial than her own. Tao shrugged:
»I think that I won`t fill either of your bras anyway. Just lend me your bathrobe until my things have dried.«
The girl disappeared into the bathroom and Isabelle peeled the wet dress from her body. Then, she looked at the hotel`s inner court from her window, now barely visible in the rain.
»If Mike is already on this island?«
Since yesterday, there had been no new message from him. Isabelle looked at his profile picture: three of her panties, arranged in a circle.
»Now, he could add some Japanese ones!«
She had borrowed a fresh pair from Michiko`s drawers, since her own had been completely soaked with sweat after the long hours in bondage and in addition, she had sported a crotch rope during this time. They were white and modest and Isabelle had to admit that silk indeed felt good on her skin, though they now also had become quite damp and slightly transparent.
Isabelle`s fingers touched the glass of the window, as if she wanted to send a message to Mike out there. But then, she shook her head about herself: she had just participated in fighting three armed men and so, she didn`t need his help!
***
Though only a few miles away, Mike was not in the condition to help anyway: he was fighting to keep the plane on a more or less steady course. He had a pilot`s license, but he hadn`t done much flying in his life and would not have considered himself a good pilot. And even for one with more experience, the thunderstorm would have been a challenge.
Mike knew that lightnings were no danger, as a plane was similar to a car as long as they kept the windows closed. However, the lack of sight and the heavy side winds were a problem. Usually, there would have been two reasonable options: either steering towards the closest airport where he would have been able to bring the plane down on the broad landing strips and where an ambulance was available if he crashed; or, he could have tried to fly in circles until the sky cleared off.
However, if they landed on an airport would raise questions about their two unwilling passengers and weathering off the thunderstorm would also be a problem since they were running out of fuel. The tank had been filled when he had started, but the weight of four passengers and the fight against the stormy weather had caused him to use most of the kerosene and he knew that he would have to go down during the next 20 minutes.
The icing on that cake of problems was that they had only two parachutes – and none of them, even Mike himself, had ever before used one. In theory, it was quite simple: put on the parachute like a backpack, jump from the plane and pull the ripcord after you had counted to ten. However, he was sure that in a thunderstorm, things could be a bit more difficult.
At least, the two captives, though staring at the weather with widened eyes, didn`t panic. For the moment, they had decided to leave them cuffed and gagged. Mike had to steer against a heavy squall and Vinh shouted:
»Did you hit a bump?«
His grin was a bit forced, but Mike also smiled.
»The clutch slipped!«
However, with the needle of the fuel gauge now in the red area, lame jokes would not help them and he had to make a decision.
»Vinh, haven`t you ever dreamt of spending more quality time with your sister in law?«
The solution was dangerous, but it was their only chance: the plane was too heavy for an emergency landing and thus, two of them would have to leave. Since Mike had to steer the plane, it had to be Vinh and Mike was also sure that Linh would be more able to survive her first parachute jump – unprepared and in a thunderstorm.
Mike heard how Vinh spoke to his sister in law in Vietnamese and according to her mmphing, she seemed to agree to their decision. So, Mike said:
»All right, loose her cuffs and hand her the parachute! Take care that the straps are tight, but hurry up! I will try to keep the plane steady so you can jump off!«
He even took a few seconds to turn towards Guylène:
»Don`t worry, we will land and wait for them to get back to us!«
He saw how Guylène trembled and her eyes were wide with fear, but she nodded slightly. Meanwhile, both Vinh and Linh were fighting to get on the parachutes. Mike looked down and tried to locate their position.
»We are close to the beach and it seems that the wind is ceasing a bit! So, jump off and try to avoid the cliffs!«
Vinh nodded and grabbed a plastic bag. For a moment, Mike thought he wanted to throw up, but he just put his cell phone inside before putting it into his pocket. He wanted to open the side door, but Mike said:
»Before you go, free the other one, too! She will have to close the door after you two have left!«
Vinh nodded and Guylène turned around so he could free her wrists. Like Linh, she also didn`t even think on peeling the tape from her mouth and instead stared at the two others waiting by the door whilst Mike fought to keep the plane on a steady course.
»Yippee-Kay-Yay Motherfucker!«
Vinh ripped open the side door and jumped. If Linh screamed something through her gag, it was drowned by the wind, but she jumped off seconds later. Mike steered a turn to help Guylène in closing the door again and then, he felt that indeed, the plane reacted better to his maneuvers. He smiled at Guylène who now climbed on the seat beside him.
»Please, oppress your urge to scratch my face for another few minutes now! You sure don`t want to enter Malta with a broken fingernail!«
He had an idea how to land the plane – but if he failed, a broken fingernail would be their least problem.
***
»It seems that one storm got replaced by the next!«
Hitoshi pointed at the window behind which heavy rains were pouring down, accompanied by lightnings and thunderstruck. Both Michiko and Akiko stood side by side at the opposite wall. He had freed them from their bonds, allowing them to get from the bed. When he had directed them to line up, Michiko had staggered. Akiko had grabbed her arm in a reflexive gesture and then, she had felt that she still had the same sisterly feelings for Michiko. Even more, she felt a deep connection that had not been there before.
»Who would have thought that all it takes to break the ice is a shared orgasm!«
The thought made Akiko giggle and shudder at the same time. And yet, though she felt awkward, there was no hatred towards Michiko and she could still look into her sister`s eyes. In addition, she just felt – tired? Exhausted?
Sure, she was exhausted, but there was something else, though Akiko would have hated to admit it: the orgasm had been good, she also felt satisfied. She still had a mixture of hatred and fear for Hitoshi, but for the moment, it had calmed down and she didn`t even think of another escape attempt.
He now ordered them to remove the cloths tied over their mouths and noses, something the two sisters did willingly as it allowed them to breathe more freely. However, he then told them to dab each other`s bodies with the scarves before draping them over the chair`s armrests.
When Akiko had to get even closer to Michiko, she sensed her sister`s fragrance and she knew that her own was as intense. In front of her inner eye, she still saw how Michiko had climaxed under the man`s hands and she could only imagine how her sister reminded her, Akiko`s, orgasm she had witnessed before.
»My second lesbian experience«, Akiko thought and again, she had to fight down a giggle.
Now, Hitoshi allowed them to remove the two other scarves and to take the sodden panties from their mouths.
»Now, Akiko-chan: take the panties that have gagged you and put them on your sister!«
Akiko looked despondently at the crumpled panties that were still wet with her saliva. Michiko just lowered her head and Akiko sighed and stooped to make her step into the wet underwear. When she pulled them up her legs, she heard Michiko let out a fluttering breath and she could not avoid looking at her sister`s middle that was still glistering from-
Quickly, she pulled the panties in place and stepped back a step. Then, she suddenly felt pity for her sister. Akiko bent forward and took Michiko`s head between her hands.
»It`s not your fault, Onee-san«, she whispered and though she had intended to kiss Michiko`s cheek, she suddenly kissed her on her lips. Michiko sighed and slung her arms around Akiko who repeated the gesture. Though they were both still naked and their breasts touched, the gesture felt good and Hitoshi tactfully let them have their moment before he ordered Michiko to put her gagging panties on Akiko.
Since Akiko was more slender around the hips and waist than Michiko, the latter`s panties sat loosely and threatened to slide down.
»Allow me, Imouto!«
Michiko tied a knot into the side of the panties to tighten them around Akiko`s waist. Akiko felt the damp material being drawn into her cleft in the progress and she heard Michiko whisper:
»Almost like your beloved thongs!«
Akiko stared at Michiko who blushed, but also showed a smile on her face. Then, they faced Hitoshi again who told them that if they behaved, they would only have to endure »light bondage«, which meant that he cuffed their ankles and made them wear their gag masks with the rubber ball attached to it. The latter, he spared them until both girls had drank some water. Then, he told Akiko to get into the bathroom, granting her 15 minutes.
The girl quickly relieved herself and then washed herself the best she could. It felt good to clean her body from sweat and other juices, but she didn`t feel as dirty as she would have expected. Somehow, the thought that everything Michiko had done to her, she had done to spare her punishment, helped her to cope with what had happened.
»He hasn`t even punished her. I wonder what had happened if she had – lost!«
Michiko had been made climax not by the vibrator or Akiko, but by Hitoshi`s hands – and she had not seemed as if she had suffered from his touches. Akiko wondered whether this was a very strange manifestation of Stockholm syndrome or if her sister`s willingness for self-sacrifice to prevent Akiko from harm went even further than she would ever have imagined.
With her ankles cuffed, Akiko could not take off Michiko`s panties and so, she put them back on. They still were damp and felt strange on her loins, but it would have looked ridiculous if they had dangled around her ankles. Spontaneously, Akiko loosened her braid and draped her long hair over her breasts to have at least some cover from Hitoshi`s looks.
However, when she left the bathroom, she noticed that the man wasn`t looking at her at all. Instead, he seemed to have had a one-sided conversation with her still gagged sister. Akiko frowned: was Hitoshi caressing Michiko`s neck?
When they noticed her, Michiko went into the bathroom with her head lowered, but Akiko could notice one detail: due to the thunderstorm outside, it was muggy in the flat, but her sister`s nipples had been hard and erect.
***
Pursued by Caine, Cordelia had stumbled through the rain and had only noticed after a few yards that she had reached an open field. Here, she could run faster, but also, there was no cover. She felt heavy side stitches and she had to pause, though she knew that Caine was coming closer. But she was still heavily gagged and running whilst not being able to breathe properly forced her to stop to avoid fainting.
»Cordelia!«
She heard his voice, barely audible over the weather, but telling her that he was less than 100 yards away. He wasn`t running, but wearing shoes and not handicapped by a massive gag, he had no difficulties in keeping up with her. Cordelia felt that he was even enjoying the hunt.
She staggered another few yards, but then, she sank to her knees. It was hopeless! He would hunt her down and she knew that she would pay for any minute she now was able to prolong her ordeal. She stared at the approaching man, still not more than a silhouette in the rain, when she heard the sound of an engine.
»Mmhhmm?«
Cordelia looked around, but there was no car and the coast was some half a mile away; too far to hear a boat`s engine in a thunderstorm. Then, she realized that the sound was coming from the sky.
Caine had come closer, was now just some 30 yards away. She could see his triumphant smile – but then, his head rose and he stared at something. With a cry, he tried to jump away when a black mass suddenly hit him.
***
»Fuck!«
When Mike had taken flying lessons, there had been an old man hanging around at the airfield. It had been the granduncle of one of the pilots, a 90 years old R.A.F. veteran that had most of the time sat there, chain-smoking cigars and entertaining the student pilots with stories of dog fights during the Battle of Britain. From this old chap, Mike had also heard about what to do if you had to land a plane lacking a landing strip.
The old-timer had told him about the Fieseler Storch, a German WWII plane that could be landed on roads or fields not longer than 40 or 50 yards by steering against the wind, thus reducing the speed without losing boost so the plane could be landed. The only problem was that if the pilot reduced speed too much, it would result in a crash. Plus, there was the risk the machine would topple over if the wind was too strong.
»Have you ever heard of the Fieseler Storch?«, he asked Guylène who sat in her seat, pale as a sheet and her fingers clawed into the armrests. She was so paralyzed that she hadn`t even tried to peel off the tape and to remove her gag.
Underneath him, Mike could tell from the fact that he no longer saw heads of foam on the waves that he was above land and the altimeter said that he was down to some 150 feet. He flew a wide bow and then, he spotted a vast plain field that looked like a parking lot without cars. For a second, when a lightning lit the scenery, he even saw a fading yellow X on the ground.
»An old heliport, maybe!«
That was a gift of luck and so, Mike did another turn to fly towards the field against the wind, trying to keep an eye on the ground, the altimeter and the speedometer at the same time whilst also keeping the plane in balance.
»Now, close your eyes and think of England!«
It happened when he just thought that he had done it, with just a few yards between him and the ground. Suddenly, he saw a glimpse of a person to the left: a naked woman. This distracted him for the fraction of a second and so, he spotted the other person that came from the right a little too late.
BUMP!
The landing gear hit something and Mike fought to keep the plane at course. Two seconds later, he hit the ground and by a mixture of luck, good reflexes and instinct, aided by the strong wind, he managed to avoid a complete crash, though the plane got caught in the remnants of an old fence.
Mike stopped the engine and took a deep long breath. They had reached the ground and so far, he didn`t feel anything worse than a few bruises. He looked at Guylène. She was moaning and holding her forehead.
»Let me see!«
It was a small, superficial bruise and Mike just placed a kiss to her temple before he helped her to climb out of the plane. The girl still was so dizzy she didn`t try to resist when he just took her hand and pulled her with him. Then, remembering what he had seen, he drew his gun.
Another lightning showed him the position of the naked woman that had come to her feet, but was staring at the plane that had literally fallen from the sky. Pulling the still gagged Guylène with him, Mike sprinted towards the woman, looking around for a sign of the man.
Obviously, she had also seen him, for she almost bumped into him. Mike looked at her and when the next lightning stroke, he saw that she not only was naked, but also was sporting a black gag mask tied over the lower half of her face.
»Blimey, looks like I either came at the wrong moment or exactly at the right one!«
The woman just moaned something through her gag and when Mike could not see any sign of the man he had hit, he quickly concluded: if this wasn`t a strange fetish party, the man had obviously been chasing the gagged woman and thus, it maybe was better if he had put him out of combat.
Mike saw the shadow of a building nearby and made a quick decision: in the pocket of his jacket, he still kept the two pairs of handcuffs and now, he used one to tie Guylène`s wrists before his captive could react. Then, using the second pair, he also tied the woman´s hands.
»I will explain once we are in the dry!«
Mike did not want to risk that this woman, whoever she was, was running around in the dark with God knew how many people running around searching for her. So, he grabbed the arms of the two women and directed them towards the hut. It was small, not bigger than a kiosk, and had obviously been the observation spot of the heliport when it had been in use. But it offered protection from the rain and the wind and had windows to all four sides, of whom two still were intact.
Mike directed the two girls inside and then positioned himself beside the open door opening, once again drawing his gun.
»Better keep clear from the windows, I don`t know what may happen next!«
The two bound and gagged women gathered together in one of the corners and a second later, another lightning lit the small hut as if the lights had been switched on.
Cordelia was still more than abashed by the rapid turn of events. When Caine had just been a few yards behind her, suddenly, a plane had flown over them and when she had dared to raise her head again, Caine had disappeared and the plane had been half hanging, half standing in the rotten fence. Then, a man had jumped out and ran towards her – only to tie her wrists and to pull her inside that hut!
»Am I dreaming?«
When the lightning lit the cabin, Cordelia saw that this was a veritable nightmare and that it was still going on: the other woman, clad in bra and panties and with some tape plastered over her mouth, was someone she knew: it was Guylène!
***
Vinh had more or less finished with his life when he had jumped from the plane into the thunderstorm, but he had managed to count to ten and to pull on the ripcord. Seconds later, he had been pulled backwards by the straps around his upper body and after a few terrible seconds, he had realized that the parachute had indeed opened and that he was sliding towards the ground. Vinh had relaxed a bit, though he could see that he was above the water. But somehow, Mika had chosen a spot that was so close he would be able to swim to the shore and in addition, it was a bay where no foam heads indicated any cliffs.
In the distance, he could even see a second parachute, telling him that Linh had also managed to open hers and he hoped that she would also reach the ground save. However, he then had to concentrate on his own landing. As the manual had told him, he started to move his legs as if he was walking when he approached the water. Though he had felt as if he was sliding rather slow, it felt as if he had jumped down from a few yards and he had to struggle to open the snap fasteners of the parachute`s straps and to get to the surface. But then, though he had to spit out a mouthful of salty water, he felt a wave of relief run through his body. He had made it, and all he had to do was to swim the few dozen yards towards the shore!
As he did so, he saw the bay in front of him in the light of another lightning. It was a small sandy beach – and there, just a few yards above the ground, was the second parachute.
»Linh!«
He doubled his efforts to reach the shore and had reached hip-deep water when the next lightning showed him the beach again: obviously, Linh had landed save and freed herself from the straps, as she was standing in the sand. Stark naked and still gagged, she was looking at him. Vinh yelled again and Linh answered by raising her hand, showing him her middle finger. Then, everything went dark again and when Vinh reached the parachute little later, his sister in law had vanished.
***
Marc and his henchmen had been hit by the thunderstorm when they had been just outside the village and so, they had only been a little wet when they had stumbled into the first shop, together with some tourists. The little room was quite crowded and if anyone noticed that these three Maltese men had no shoes, he didn`t say a word.
One kind person even borrowed his phone to Marc so he could phone Kenny to pick them up and so, after another hour of angry, silent waiting, the man appeared with his van. As if it was a sign of heaven, the sky cleared up at that very moment. As usual in such parts of the world, thunderstorms were quite heavy, but didn`t last long.
»Gee, Boss, what happened?«, Kenny asked with a grin when three barefoot men in damp clothes entered his van, but his smile disappeared when he looked at Marc`s face. The criminal told him to give him his phone and Kenny obeyed. However, he raised his eyebrows when he heard whom Marc was phoning:
»My name is – Smith, John Smith! Am I talking to the Valetta Police Headquarters?«
Hank and Aaron exchanged nervous views. Why was their boss talking to the Police? They knew that he had some informants among the lower ranks, but now, they heard him ask for a Captain Thomas Marsa.
»Tom, hi! It`s your old uncle speaking!«
The following pause told the listening men that obviously the Police Captain was afraid to hear from his relative. Marc, however, kept on talking in his exaggerated friendly tone:
»Come on, after all I have done to you, it is time you have to do something to me. Meet me at my house in one hour!«
Marc ended the call, not waiting for the other`s response. Then, he grinned towards his men:
»As I said, nuclear option! Sometimes, it takes Beelzebub to fight the devil!«
He handed the phone back to Kenny who nervously crossed himself as he steered the van towards Marc´s house at Valetta.
***
Caine cowered under a bush as he felt that the rain stopped pouring and the sky cleared up again. He rubbed over his aching shoulder, hoping that he would not have to see a doctor.
He had not realized what had happened when the black, roaring mass had attacked him from nowhere and only his reflexes had made him jump to the side. A hard blow had hit him, throwing him through the air and knocking him out.
When he had regained his consciousness, Caine had felt that the thunderstorm was still going on and he had crawled towards a bush to have at least a little shelter. Looking around, he had seen something big, colored in white and yellow, hanging in the fence some 50 yards away from his position. Wiping his eyes, he recognized it was a small plane, a Cessna.
The pain in his shoulder was terrible, but he could still move it and he could feel no blood, though in the heavy rain, he couldn`t be sure about the latter. Obviously, the plane`s wheel had hit him during its emergency landing, knocking him out, but not severely injuring him. Caine spat out. This Cordelia had literally been saved by a deus ex machina!
Looking around as now, the sun broke through the vanishing clouds, he could see a movement in the small hut beside what had been a heliport before his hideout had been abandoned by its previous owners. Instinctively, Caine reached for his gun, only to find out that he must have dropped it when the plane had hit him. In addition, he was still handicapped by his shoulder and he had no idea how many people were inside the hut.
So, Caine decided to withdraw and to observe the situation from the distance. Carefully, he sneaked away to find a better hideout before the people inside the hut would recognize him.
***
Somehow, the scene reminded Isabelle of her teeny years: three girls, all partially clad, were sitting on the bed, gathered around a cell phone and sipping from their drinks.
Once all three girls had showered, put on some dry underwear and hung up their wet clothes in the bathroom, Samantha had decided that desperate situations allowed desperate measurements and had opened Isabelle`s minibar. Isabelle knew that they were having drinks and snacks for some 100 Euro, but she hadn`t protested and taken a gin and a mars bar for herself: a terrible combination, but it helped her to regain some strength.
Tao, now clad in Isabelle`s bathrobe and one of Samantha`s thongs, had taken Marc`s cell phone, only to find it was locked. Together with Samantha, who, wearing a bathrobe and thong combination, too, half hung over her shoulder, she thought about what could be the four digit code. The only problem was that they only had three attempts.
Isabelle kneeled on the bed and looked at the small display, too. She had taken the time to put on not only panties, but also a bra and a T-Shirt.
»Most people just take their birthday if it`s their private phone!«, she said. Tao nodded.
»I know, but we haven`t exchanged such information!«
Suddenly, Samantha took the phone, typed four numbers and pressed »OK«. Before either Isabelle or Tao could protest, the phone unlocked. Triumphantly, Samantha smiled.
»When he tied me up, he nearly drooled over my boobs and his amulet always pushed against my nose. It was a golden scorpion and on it, the number 1311 was engraved. Well, November 13th fits the star sign of Scorpion, as we now see!«
Tao grabbed the cell phone and began to scroll whilst Isabelle kissed her sister`s cheek.
»Maybe, you should start a career as a criminal investigator, too!«
At that moment, someone knocked at the door.
***