Sisters 19

The trip from their hotel to the gangsters` hideout couldn`t have lasted for longer than half an hour, but to Isabelle, it had felt like much, much longer. Of course, the fact that she was bound, gagged and blindfolded would have made every trip seem longer, but in her case, Marc had taken care that she had to suffer every second.

The man had sat beside her and moments later, Isabelle had felt his hand on her breast. She had moaned and tried to shake him off, only to hear him say:

»All right, if you are bitchy, I will play with your little sister!«

Isabelle had groaned with desperation. Her captor knew all too well that she would do almost everything to protect Samantha, even allow him to touch herself. Biting down on her vile-tasting panty gag, she had stiffened and held still when he continued groping her. However, Marc seemed a bit disappointed:

»How about showing some reaction? Maybe, your sister`s the more passionate of you two!«

What followed was a muffled squeal next to her; obviously, the man had squeezed Samantha`s nipples or done something similar to her. Isabelle mewed and when Marc turned his attention back to her, she forced herself to writhe and moan under his grip just enough he felt aroused, but not repelled.

He pushed his hand under her T-Shirt and then removed the right cup of her bra, fondling her ample breast. Isabelle gasped when she felt that something hard was pushed inside her panties: the barrel of the man`s gun.

»Perhaps, this is the only hard one he will ever get!«

The thought felt ridiculous, but at the same time, it helped her to endure her ordeal better. This man was a weakling that could only show power as long as he had to do with helpless women. Repeating that like a mantra over and over, Isabelle managed to relax just enough so when the trip ended, she felt exhausted, but not entirely broken.

They had to stumble for a few yards over warm concrete and then, they were made to stand side by side at a wall, so close that Isabelle could feel a shoulder touch her own, though she couldn`t say whether it was Tao or Samantha.

Aaron now removed their blindfolds, not taking too much care of the hairs the sticky tape took with it. Blinking, Isabelle saw that they were in what seemed to be a small holiday apartment, equipped with cheap furniture. Through the only window, she could see an open field and a palm.

»Now, Ladies, I hope you`ll like that place – for you will have to stay here until we have established – well, new business contacts!«

Obviously, marc wanted to go into further detail when a clanking sound could be heard from outside. With an angry grunt, Marc sent Hank to see if it had been more than just a stray cat.

»If it were the Police, we would have heard the car, so, you better do not hope for any rescue!«

Marc walked the line of partially clad captives with a broad grin whilst Aaron nervously kept an eye on the door. As it opened, he drew his gun, but lowered it when he spotted his comrade. A moment later, he noticed the strained expression on Hank`s face.

The door now flew open and they could see the reason for Hank`s distress: his back was arched and obviously, whoever was standing behind him was forcing his arm up to his shoulders, nearly dislodging it. All that could be seen from his attacker was an arm reaching around his waist. The arm ended in a hand that held hank`s gun, pressing the barrel against his genitalia.

»Drop your guns or your friend will sing soprano for the rest of his life!«, a female voice ordered. This was obviously accompanied by a hard push against Hank`s distorted arm, for the man winced and arched back even more.

Aaron dropped his gun, but Marc hesitated. However, his own weapon was still in his belt and the fraction of a second he needed to draw it would be enough for his opponent to fire. In addition, she had Hank as a human shield and thus, he wouldn`t have been able to hit her even if he moved fast.

With a curse, Marc also placed his gun at the ground and stepped back. The woman now let Hank go and pushed him forward so he stumbled against his comrades.

Six pairs of widened eyes stared at the petit woman that now aimed at the three men with her gun. She was wearing nothing but a pair of white panties that seemed too wide for her and she also looked as if she had recently taken a bath in the sea.

Samantha`s eyes wandered from Tao to the woman and back again whilst the Vietnamese just stared at her twin sister. Isabelle also recognized Linh and her quick glimpse of hope that the sudden appearance of her meant rescue vanished as she saw the cold smile on the Asian`s face.

»I heard you talking about your business plans. And since I have just started to establish my new business, I can`t be too picky. So, call me in!«

***

Caine`s grip on his rifle tightened as he saw a movement at the hut. For more than an hour since he had missed him, the guy had managed to literally keep his head low, but now, it seemed that he was trying something.

Something slowly moved out of the cabin`s door. It was brown and bulky and in the visor, Caine saw it was the tabletop of the broken desk. He smiled.

»Amateur!«

In movies, people always used tables to hide from bullet fire, but in reality, the shots from his rifle would pierce the plywood as easily as a cardboard. Caine waited until the man had pushed out the turned desk for about a yard and then, he fired four quick rounds on it.

Splinters flew as the bullets hit the tabletop and both Cordelia and Guylène gasped and ducked even deeper in their corner of the cabin whilst Mike, who was lying on the floor, grinned wolfishly. He had pushed the desk out of the door, but kept inside the hut, for he knew what little protection it would offer him. His plan had been to distract the man so Vinh could do something.

He looked up at the reflection in the broken window. From his new position, he couldn`t see more than the roof of the pigsty, but he was sure that he had seen a moving shadow on it.

»Missed! Better luck next time!«, he shouted and again pushed against the desk. As he had hoped, the man answered his provocation with two more shots, now completely shattering the desk. Mike drew his gun and checked the magazine. Now, it was his turn to give Vinh some backup.

»All right, Ladies: it may be tempting to run away once I am gone, but please, remember that there are bullets flying around. So, you better keep your heads down and wait until someone comes for you! With a little bit of luck, it will be me or my friend!«

He prepared to run when he heard some strange sounds coming from the pigsty: obviously, Vinh had climbed the roof and was now jumping around on the corrugated iron.

BANG!

A shot told him that the man had fired through the roof and so no longer was concentrating on the hut. Mike sprinted for a crippled bush 50 yards closer to the pigsty and threw himself behind it before he examined the area again.

Now, he could see Vinh jumping and dancing on the roof, both distracting the man inside and proving a hard to hit target. Mike got up and saw the open window through which the man had fired on him.

Suddenly, he heard a loud crack, followed by a curse, and Vinh disappeared. Obviously, one of the old iron panels had broken under his weight.

»Fuck!«

Mike jumped up and fired a shot in the air whilst running zigzag for the pigsty. Through the window, he could see a shadow and then, his opponent fired at him. With a roll forward, Mike threw himself to the ground and thanked God that his enemy hadn`t been able to aim before shooting. Then, he heard an enraged yell, followed by the characteristic clicking of an empty magazine.

He once again got up and ran the last few yards towards the window, only to see someone disappear through a door in the opposite wall. Mike entered through the window with his gun ready and looked around.

»Vinh?«

»Here!«, a nasal voice answered. Vinh was keeping his hand pressed to his nose and there was blood, but he seemed okay. Mike headed for the door, but when he saw the small ball bouncing against him, he spun around and threw himself over his friend.

WHOOSH!

Had Caine thrown a hand grenade, he would have killed the two men, but instead, thick pink clouds now began to fill the pigsty. A smoke bomb!

Coughing and with watering eyes, Mike and Vinh stumbled out of the pigsty, greedily breathing fresh air. Mike looked around if the man would try another attack, but instead, they heard the sound of an engine. When he reached the shore, he saw a tall man cowering in the back of a boat that quickly accelerated. Mike decided against firing at the fleeing enemy and instead turned towards Vinh who had ripped a piece of his T-Shirt to stop the bleeding of his nose.

»He threw the rifle at me!«, he complained. In fact, he had been more than lucky: when Vinh had broken through the roof, he had landed hard on the floor, but when he had seen the shadow of the man firing at him, suddenly, something large and blue had toppled over, giving him cover.

He had landed behind the Dixie toilet and hit the plastic box so it toppled at the right moment. Reflexively, Vinh had thrown the knife he had still been holding in his right and had hit the man´s arm. A second later, Mike had drawn the fire on him. With his arm and shoulder wounded and out of ammunition, the man had decided to withdraw, but thrown the useless rifle against Vinh before he did so. Mike patted his comrade`s shoulder.

»That was not bad – for a Charlie!«, he said, mockingly using the nickname the US soldiers had given to the Vietcong during the Vietnam War. Vinh showed him his middle finger.

»Bloody Imperialist – ouch!«

Vinh staggered and only now noticed that he had obviously sprained his ankle when landing on the floor. Mike helped him to sit down.

»Just a minute, maybe, one of my captives has nursing skills!«

»Captives?«, Vinh hissed, carefully feeling for his swelling ankle. Mike grinned:

»Well, whilst you lost your captive, I took a new one. Ah, speaking of the devil-«

With some disbelief, Vinh stared at the cabin in front of him. From it, two women were staggering. One was Guylène who had brought her hands to her front and was working on the tape covering her lips. The other wan was a tallish brunette that was also gagged and had her hands tied behind her back. Vinh noticed that she was stark naked.

»Yippee-Kay-Yay, Motherfucker!«, he murmured as Mike approached the two women.

***

Though the thunderstorm was over, Akiko still felt some electric tension in the flat. It was a tension between her sister and Hitoshi. Though he tried to behave as usual, it was obvious that he was a bit distracted during supper and so was Michiko. However, since he didn`t forget about the situation so much that he left the two of them alone, she couldn`t ask her sister what was going on with her.

»Fuck, she`s behaving like a girl in love in a Rom-Com!«

Indeed, it wasn`t that Hitoshi was holding her hand or things like that but Akiko had the feeling that if she hadn`t been in the room, he would have tried to seduce her – and she wasn`t sure whether Michiko would have resisted.

After dinner, he sent Michiko to the bathroom first and when she returned, her ankles cuffed, wearing the gag mask and only clad in her slightly crumpled panties, Akiko was sure that she had brushed her hair and that her hips were swaying more than usual. She thought about it when it was her time in the bathroom, wondering what the strange glistering in Michiko`s eyes meant.

»I have seen her when she was in love (Michiko had been engaged for almost a year, but it had ended some 15 months ago), but it`s something else!«

She put the gag back into her mouth and buckled it before she stepped back into the corridor. Hitoshi was waiting for her and took her arm, leading her into the living room instead of the bedroom.

»Mhhmm? Uuhhmmph!«

She pointed at the ajar bedroom door with her chin, but Hitoshi shook his head and made her sit in the only armchair. Akiko protested, but he kept her in a vice grip and tied her wrists behind the backrest, using a silk scarf. Before she could think that she might get loose, he tied a rope above that, pulling it very tight. Then, he secured the rope`s dangling ends to the armchair`s rear legs. Akiko now could neither reach the knots nor get up from the chair.

He then reached for the table and produced a long scarf that he doubled up and slung around her waist. When he had pushed the ends through the noose, he threaded the ends between her legs and pushed them to her waist scarf. This crotch rope was by far the most lenient Akiko had experienced, but she mewed with protest. Ignoring her, Hitoshi reached for the chain of her ankle cuffs and forced her to fold her legs so he could tie the scarf`s ends to it. Akiko now had to sit with her heels almost touching her crotch and when she tried to stretch her legs, the crotch scarf would tighten. Still, the position was tolerable.

Hitoshi now checked her gag and tightened the strap. Then, he put a sleeping mask over her eyes. Before he withdrew, he kissed her forehead. Then, she felt him brush through her hair, pushing it from her breasts, revealing them. Then, she heard him step away.

Akiko squirmed and tested her bonds, but only managed to dislodge the sleeping mask a bit. Thus, she could see Hitoshi return from the bathroom after some minutes and she gasped through her gag. The man was only wearing a bathrobe!

»Mhhhmmph! Nnnngggg!«

However, the door of the bedroom closed behind him. However, it seemed that he had been a bit negligent, for the door didn`t fall in its lock, but swung open a bit again, allowing Akiko to see the bed to which her sister was tied.

Michiko`s hands were tied with a scarf, too, above her head and secured to the upper bedframe. She was gagged and her ankles were still cuffed, but Hitoshi now sat on the foot end of the bed, in a lotus position, and embedded her feet in his lap. Then, he removed the cuffs from her ankles.

Michiko stared at him as he still kept her ankles in a firm, yet not brutal grip. Then, she felt his thumbs brush over her soles and she cringed. Michiko was as ticklish as her sister, but this time, Hitoshi neither intended to torture nor to mock her. His thumbs put some more pressure to her sensitive soles, so it felt like a massage and the shivers were just tolerable enough so she just trembled, but did not try to pull her feet away. As Hitoshi continued caressing her feet, she let out a fluttering breath. The treatment was tickling her, but the tingling didn`t feel unpleasant.

After some time, Hitoshi raised his upper body and brought her feet close to his face. Michiko`s eyes widened as he kissed her toes, the same time continuing to massage her feet.

»Close your eyes, Michiko-chan!«, Hitoshi whispered and she obeyed. Now, she felt his caresses even more intense and then, she gasped as his tongue brushed over her sole.

»A foot fetishist!«, she thought. She had heard that such things existed and had always considered it weird and slightly disgusting. It did feel weird, but it wasn`t disgusting. Instead, it was – interesting. Intriguing.

Michiko panted, but kept her eyes closed as he continued to massage and kiss her feet, instinctively knowing how to dose the touches so the tickling felt just pleasant and tolerable. After some time, Michiko let out a faint moan.

He now shifted his position, placing her heels on his shoulders whilst his hands wandered along her calves. Michiko squirmed on the bed and sighed when his fingers reached the backs of her knees. She slightly flailed with her lower legs; not to stop him, but because the touch sent another tingling sensation through her legs and up to her loins.

»He´s – half way there!«

The thought felt indecent, but when his hands began to brush over her thighs, Michiko opened her legs so Hitoshi could get where he wanted. She bit down on the rubber ball in her mouth to oppress a cry when he kissed her right knee. Then, his lips slowly wandered down her inner thigh.

When his mouth was so close to her middle that she could feel his breath against the silk of her panties, Hitoshi stopped. Michiko crossed her feet behind his back to pull him closer and as she felt his fingers hook into the waistband of her panties, she reared up her butt so he could peel them down more easily.

When her middle came free, she felt his breath on her pubic mound and then, he placed a kiss there. Michiko moaned and she knew that Hitoshi now could see and smell how aroused she was.

He then withdrew, slowly pulling the panties along her legs and removing them. Then, she heard a rustling and when she blinked, she saw that he had removed his bathrobe. Michiko looked at his naked upper body, the dragon tattoo on his chest.

He sank down and when he touched her breasts, Michiko once again closed her eyes. Something touched her swollen labia and again, she slung her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her lap. Accompanied by a deep sigh of Michiko, he entered her.

Through the open door, Akiko had witnessed what was going on. First, she had thought that he was raping her sister, but then, she had been fascinated by both what Hitoshi did and also Michiko`s reaction to it. When she now saw how her sister had crossed her feet over the man`s naked butt and pressed her pelvis against him, she could not help watching as the two climbed the mountain of joy together.

Also, she hadn`t realized how her heels had slipped from the chair`s seat, thus pulling the crotch scarf tighter so it felt like a tender massage…

***

Vinh`s ankle was indeed sprained, but when the clouds of the smoke bomb had vanished from the pigsty, Mike had entered and found the sink, allowing him to at least cool his friend`s leg.

He had removed the cuffs of both Cordelia and Guylène, but chained Cordelia`s left ankle to Guylène`s right to prevent them from fleeing after they had all entered the pigsty. Whilst Mike took care of Vinh and bandaged his ankle, Cordelia worked on her gag. With trembling fingers, she removed the leather mask, allowing her to unwrap the vet wrap from her lower face. When she was just peeling the tape from her lips, Mike had finished his work on Vinh`s leg.

»This man really wanted you silent!«

»Mph!«

Cordelia removed the tape and then unbuckled the ball gag. Coughing, she then pulled the totally sodden pantyhose from her mouth, followed by the equally sopping panties. As she panted, she remembered that Guylène also had been gagged with a pair of panties. Mike now had found some plastic cups, filled two of them with water and reached them to the two women.

»Thank you!«, Cordelia croaked whilst Guylène emptied her cup without even looking at either her nor Mike. Suddenly, Cordelia remembered that she still was naked. Blushing, she bent her legs and slung her arms around them to cover herself. Mike smiled and then took one of the chairs, sitting close to them.

»So, I couldn`t help noticing the two of you already know each other. Now, before I will see if the friendly owner of this flat has left something to eat, you might want to give me a short version of that story!«

Guylène wanted to say something, but Mike stopped her.

»I asked your friend. Now, you either listen to what she has to say because you are polite – or because you will once again be gagged!«

Mike didn`t raise his voice, but he made Guylène fall silent. Cordelia thought of asking for clothes, but she then decided that it was of greater importance to get this man on her side. So, she began to tell him her story.

***

Isabelle couldn`t help admiring how fast Linh had taken control of the situation. Obviously, she had really risen from the grave to continue her evil career.

The Asian had quickly summarized the problem of marc and his accomplices: they wanted to get rid of the three girls and wanted to make a profit by it, but had no contacts to professional White Slavers. Linh, on the other hand, had been »out of business«, so to say, for some time, but could reactivate her old contacts and in addition build up a new criminal organization.

Linh had even given Hank his gun back. The man had reluctantly reached for it and he had flinched when Linh playfully had raised her fist. With a giggle, Linh had stretched, thrusting out her medium-sized, but firm breasts. Then, she had ordered:

»Now that you have all seen what I look like – I think that it`s the wrong sister being overdressed!«

Tao had stood like paralyzed when Aaron uncuffed her wrists and removed the bathrobe from her, handing it to Linh before he tied Tao`s hands again. Now, the Vietnamese stood in just a black thong that had a red winking smiley with horns on it. Linh put on the bathrobe and tightened the belt; then, she reached under it and removed the white, ill-fitting panties she had been wearing.

Isabelle looked at the crumpled garment as Linh placed it on a table beside her. It was one of her own panties, she was sure! Could it be that Mike had given them to her – or rather, had he gagged Linh with them before she somehow had managed to escape from him?

»They felt a bit uncomfortable after I had to take a bath in the sea«, she said before slandering towards the now topless Tao.

»In addition, they weren`t my size.«

Tao held still as Linh hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and peeled it down her legs, but she stared daggers at her twin sister and her chest was heaving from oppressed fury and embarrassment. Isabelle could not help staring at Tao`s middle, noticing that she had completely shaved her pubic area.

Linh managed to put on the borrowed panties and giving her new accomplices a decent show, but at the same time just managed to keep them from getting a glimpse of her private parts. Then, she looked at the men and said:

»You should better restrain her securely. I mean, she hasn`t my skills, but she could try something if you keep her too loose!«

Marc, who agreed upon that but wanted to keep some of his authority over his men, barked something in Maltese and Hank and Aaron forced Tao to sit on a chair, bending her arms over the backrest. They then grabbed her ankles and tied another cuff around the left one. The chain of the cuff was threaded to that of her wrist ties and then, they also secured her right ankle. Now, Tao had to sit with her thighs open. When the men let her hands run over her nude and exposed body, she mmphed with rage and her eyes sparkled with sheer hatred. Linh giggled.

»Still feisty, my dear! Something for the Arabian market, I would say!«

»And I thought that I had estranged from my family!«, Marc laughed at the coldness with which Linh taxed her sister´s marked value as a slave. Linh shrugged.

»Oh, be sure that I will not sell her below her value!«

She now turned towards Isabelle who forced herself to answer her view and to stand straight. She gulped, though this made her saliva, filtered by the two pairs of used panties filling her mouth, run down her throat.

»Ah, Capitaine Marceau if I remember right! So, are you working together with the guy who saved you back in Grenoble?«

Samantha mewed and questioningly stared at her sister, wondering why Isabelle and that horrible woman that had come out of nowhere knew each other. Linh, however, turned towards Marc and said:

»By the way, there are a few people your men should take care of: an Englishman of medium height with dark brown hair and grey eyes and a Vietnamese man!«

Linh continued to describe Vinh in much more detail than Mike and, with a malicious look at Tao, she ended:

»He has a birthmark on his dick!«

Tao looked at her and Linh purred in Vietnamese:

»Oh, did he never tell you about that one night? Don`t judge him too hard – after all, he still took you after I allowed him to taste me!«

Turning more matter-of-factly, she then also told them about Guylène, mentioning:

»She might have outlived her prime, but her husband is loaded. That is, if you are interested in expanding your business to kidnapping and blackmailing, too!«

Marc ordered Aaron to phone Kenny to come with another car to pick them up. Then, he asked Linh:

»You may come with us! One of my men can stay here with the girls!«

Linh smiled:

»Since I am the only one knowing how those you are searching for look like, that would make sense. In addition, I need a change of clothes. However, before we go, we should take care of our other guests. They have far too much movement tied as they are now – and in addition, one could consider them overdressed in comparison to my poor sister!«

***

»Are you ready, Cordelia?«

Cordelia looked at the two pairs of panties in her hand. It was a ridiculous choice: one pair had once belonged to Tao and had been used as a gag to her. They were still damp with her saliva. The other pair, silk with a floral pattern on it, was dry, but they had recently been worn by Guylène. Cordelia had watched with glee, nevertheless, as Mike had forced the other woman to take off her bra and panties and to hand it to Cordelia, leaving her with just her gartered stockings that made her nude middle look even more exposed than if she had been stark naked.

Cordelia had withdrawn into one of the pig boxes to get dressed, though both men had already seen her in the nude. Having heard her story, Mike had quickly rummaged Caine`s hideout. They had found a veritable arsenal of weaponry, but only a few T-Shirts. One, Vinh had put on, since his own shirt was stained with blood; the other one, Mike had given to Cordelia.

»I think we should not stay here for the night. Your host may decide to come back and in addition, someone might have heard the shooting!«

Since Guylène was a 32B, her bra was too tight for Cordelia, but at least, the T-Shirt was opaque. It even covered her hips and for a moment, she considered going without panties at all. But then, she reluctantly took those of Guylène and pulled them up her legs. They were one size too small, but at least, she was now covered.

»Ready when you are!«

She stepped out of the box and saw Mike stand beside two black bags. The bigger one was moving and she knew where Guylène had gone. Mike handed her the smaller one that was considerably heavy and seemed to contain some of Caine`s weapons.

»I know it`s impolite to have you carry some of the luggage, But I am afraid Vinh is busy carrying himself!«

Vinh, leaning on a stick and trying not to put pressure on his hurt leg, grinned a bit forced. Cordelia saw that he now had a gun in his belt, too.

Mike put the other bag over his shoulders, causing a moan from inside.

»Don`t struggle too much, please! We are going to the shore and the cliffs are quite inconvenient to fall on!«

In fact, the walk to the shore was quite easy for there had been steps carved into the stone. Luckily, Vinh`s boat was still where he had left it and though it felt overloaded when the four passengers had entered it, it would carry them on the short trip back to Malta.

Mike and Vinh had manned the oars and slowly, they approached the shore in front of them. It had become dark, but they could clearly see the lights of the ferry harbor and the sea was still calm. Cordelia, who sat in the back of the boat, shivered.

Mike had only told her that he was related to Isabelle and so, their first destination would be the hotel where Isabelle was staying with her sister. The last time Cordelia had seen them before being kidnapped repeatedly, the two had been well and alive and together with Akiko.

She looked at the bow, where the slightly squirming bag had been positioned. What a strange way to meet Guylène again! She was curious what her role in all that was, but so far, Mike had refused to tell her.

She then looked at Vinh. She had first considered him to be Chinese, but he had corrected her, telling her he was from Vietnam. And except for a coworker back in Britain, there had only been two Vietnamese people in Cordelia`s life during the last months: Tao, the less mean twin sister of Linh Nguyen – and, of course, Linh herself: the woman that had her kidnapped from her hotel some weeks ago, starting a rollercoaster of events in which Cordelia being naked, bound, gagged and humiliated had been the constant factor.

For the first time in days, she was no neither bound nor gagged, she was, although quite scantily clad, covered and in addition, the two men seemed to be on her side. However, she had overheard the men mentioning Linh and she had come to one horrifying conclusion:

Linh wasn`t dead, but she was alive and on the run. And, even worse, she was here on Malta!

»I hope that this is really the end of my ordeal and not the beginning of a new one!«, she begged silently as the boat approached the Maltese coast.

***