Sisters 20

In a ridiculous way, what Michiko and Hitoshi were doing reminded Akiko of a car crash: she knew that she shouldn`t watch, but she couldn`t turn her head away from the open door.

»Some aliens must have abducted Michiko and left a humanoid replacement!«, she thought. First, Akiko had believed that her sister was just had given in to the inevitable or that she was maybe trying to seduce Hitoshi. If it was the latter, Michiko was the greatest actress Akiko had ever seen. She had squirmed and reared up in a most sensual way and had sighed and mewed until she had thrown back her head, groaning deeply and – had twitched. Akiko had felt her own loins tingle from witnessing her sister`s orgasm, followed by Hitoshi`s only moments later.

For a while, the two panting and sweating lovebirds had been lying on the bed; then, Hitoshi, not bothering to put on his bathrobe, had rushed for the toilet. After a minute, he had returned, freed Michiko from the bedframe, but left her wrists tied with the scarf. Akiko hadn`t believed her eyes when he had cradled her in his arms and Michiko had slung her bound arms around his neck when he had carried her to the bathroom.

When they had returned – obviously, the prudish Michiko had relieved herself with him watching –, she had been walking, held loosely by the hand by the man. Michiko had glimpsed at her bound and gagged sister, but had not resisted as Hitoshi had led her back towards the bedroom.

This time, they had been lying on their sides so Akiko could only see her sister`s backside, with Hitoshi lying opposite to her. She had not seen what they were doing with their hands, but suddenly, the man turned on his back and Michiko – mounted him!

»I have heard about Stockholm Syndrome, but that`s just crazy!«

But here, some three yards away from her, the modest and disciplined Michiko was sitting astride the lap of her kidnapper, her still bound wrists bent to the back of her neck so he could admire her breasts, moving faster and faster and sending guttural sounds through her gag. Akiko even saw how Hitoshi clawed his hand into the bed sheets, fighting to hold on until Michiko had reached climax a second time and was collapsing on his chest.

Little later, both had fallen asleep and Akiko dozed off, too, though the memories of what she had just seen were haunting her. When suddenly a hand touched her shoulder, she mewed with alarm. Her head flew up and she looked into the face of her sister.

»Mhmm!«, she hummed, putting her finger to her still gagged mouth and pointing over her shoulder with her other hand. Behind her, the snoring of Hitoshi could be heard through the now ajar door.

Akiko watched as her sister first ungagged her, then herself. Then, as Michiko began to pick on her wrist ties, Akiko whispered:

»You – you did all that to save us?«

Michiko stopped working on the knots and rose, bringing her face close to Akiko`s. Akiko could not help noticing the smell of what her sister had just done and her nose cringed slightly. She then saw that Michiko was blushing all over, but forced herself to keep eye contact. Then, she croaked:

»Imouto, I-«

Michiko gulped and lowered her head. Akiko felt a wave of feelings run through herself, but forced herself to remain calm as she asked:

»You – you mean, you fell in love?«

Michiko shook her head and as she buried her face on Akiko`s chest, her sister felt the heat of her burning cheek. She bent forward and whispered:

»What was it then – Onee-san?«

The sound of her pet name made Michiko raise her head and now, their faces were just inches apart from each other. Michiko breathed, in a barely audible voice:

»I-I-, this man, Hitoshi, I-«

Suddenly, Akiko seemed to understand and she couldn`t help grinning:

»You mean you were just horny as fuck?«

Reflexively, Michiko`s eyes widened and she shied back a few inches. Then, however, a reluctant smile appeared on her lips.

»I would have described it in more decent words – but yes!«

If possible, Michiko blushed even deeper and now, Akiko began to giggle.

»Oh, Onee-san!«, she breathed, shaking her head. Michiko grabbed her shoulders and hissed:

»As if you were one to judge!«

Then, however, Michiko began to laugh, too. She slung her arms around Akiko and for a while, none of them could stop their hysteric and at the same time relieving laughter. Then, Akiko suddenly cleared her throat and said:

»Onee-san-«

»Shht, not so loud!«, Michiko hissed, still giggling.

»Oh, don`t mind, I am awake anyway!«

Michiko spun around, the impetus causing her to land on her backside. She stared at Hitoshi who was leaning in the bedroom door. The Yakuza had loosely put on his bathrobe – and in his right, he held his gun.

»I hope that you are not ruining this wonderful evening by trying to escape!«

***

»What is this all about, Vinh?«

After they had reached the shore, Mike had told the two to remain hidden behind the rocks whilst he wanted to see if he could get a car for them. Cordelia had taken the opportunity to find out more about her strange rescuers.

»Really? You are expecting the Asian guy to be the more talkative?«, Vinh replied, his smile a bit forced as he was still suffering from his aching ankle. Cordelia also smiled:

»After all we have gone through, do you really have to hide behind clichés?«

She changed her position a bit, so the T-Shirt emphasized her forms a bit more. Cordelia actually hated to display herself like that and in addition, this guy had already seen her stark naked, but on the other hand, she now wanted some answers and if the prize for those was to show Vinh that her nipples had reacted to the cool evening air, she would pay it.

»Well, you already know my wife, Tao, who by unfortunate luck is also the sister of Linh. And Tao and I are trying to take care that Linh cannot – continue what she has been doing.«

Cordelia nodded and her eyes wandered to the black bag stowed beside her. For the moment, it seemed that Guylène had accepted her helplessness. However, there were still so many questions: who was this Mike, what did he have to do with Isabelle and why was her second nemesis, Guylène, back in whatever game she had become a pawn in? However, before she could bombard Vinh with her questions, they saw an approaching car. It was a Dacia Sandero that had sure seen better days and on the driver`s seat, Mike was sitting, his right arm hanging from the open window and a broad grin on his face.

»Maybe, not a Rolls Royce, but the best I could afford within an hour!«

He stepped out and whilst Vinh and Cordelia rose from the ground, he opened the trunk and then, with the help of Cordelia, lifted the bag with Guylène inside. Then, he lit a cigarette and offered the others, too. Vinh took one and after some hesitation, Cordelia also picked one; she wasn`t smoking at all, but after that day, she could let the reins slip a bit.

Vinh nervously looked around, as if he was awaiting a crowd of people appearing any second, trying to hunt for the car thief.

»Where did you get the car from?«, Cordelia asked, coughing from her cigarette and dropping it. »Do I even want to know?«

Mike lowered his voice and said:

»I used the most powerful weapon in the world to get this car!«

»You mean – you bought it?«

»Well – yes!«, Mike replied, feeling a bit disappointed that Cordelia had ruined his punch line so fast. In fact, he had rented the car: at the ferry harbor, some people had been at one of the bars, watching a Premier League match. He had turned towards a group of young men, telling them an invented story about his boat having crashed during the thunderstorm, together with his cell phone. He had continued by telling the men that he needed a car, for he had to do some business before he had to reach an early plane.

»Are you sure you aren`t a criminal on the run?«

»Actually, I am a CIA agent! However, maybe, my European friends may convince one of you to rent me his car for three days?«

Mike had left his gun at their hideout, but in his jacket, he had hidden a few plastic bags with things that might become handy in case of an emergency. One of these bags contained 5000 € in cash. So, after some haggling, one of the men had handed him the keys to his car for 3500. Mike had told the man that he could pick his car at the carport of Valetta airport the day after tomorrow.

As he drove off, Mike knew that these men now thought that he was a criminal, though maybe rather a drug dealer than the new Jack the Ripper. However, he doubted that they would call the Police: even if the man would never see his car again, he had still gotten more than it was worth.

»Next stop, Hotel New Dolmen!«, Cordelia said as she slipped onto the backseat. She knew that the men were looking at her panty clad butt, but since Mike would drive and Vinh needed to use the passenger seat due to his injury, she had no other choice.

»Hotel New Dolmen!«, the man hiding behind a tree hissed. His fist tightened around the handle of his gun, but he forced himself to remain calm.

Once Caine had reached the coast, he had stumbled towards the place where he had parked his car before he had used the boat to get to Comino the day before. With the help of the first aid kit, he had taken care of the knife wound whilst two more painkillers helped him to deal with his aching shoulder. He then had taken a gun from the cache beside the spare wheel and decided to wait until either the pain ceased or he would see a sign of the two men who had driven him from his hideout.

Now, a wolfish grin appeared on his face. His shoulder still hurt, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins made him forget about that. Not only had he seen Cordelia and the two men again – he also knew where they were going!

***

»Now, for you, my beloved gingers«, Linh purred, approaching Isabelle and Samantha who still stood side by side. The Vietnamese let her eyes wander over both girls` bodies and licked her lips.

»You are sisters, aren`t you? Sisters and redheads – that raises your market value!«

To Isabelle`s surprise, her little sister managed to remain calm at the implication of Linh`s words. She had to admire the 18 years old, for she had endured the ordeals of the last days without panicking or breaking. However, she also knew that Linh was quite resourceful when it came to torture her helpless victims.

»So, it might be in my interest, too, if I leave the two of you together. However, if I have to sell you separately, I will do so. I sure won`t waste 100 Grand just so you two can enjoy your future together!«

Still, the Marceau sisters showed no reaction and it seemed that Linh was not sure whether to be impressed or if she should up the ante. Her malicious smile told them that obviously, she had chosen for the latter:

»If you will go to different owners, there will be of course such that will treat you like Princesses-«

She stepped forward and let her hand slide into Samantha`s robe, groping her breast. Samantha let out a fluttering breath, but remained quiet. Linh fondled her for a few seconds before she continued:

»However, there are others who will treat you whatever they want – just because they can!«

She pinched Samantha`s nipple, causing her to mew, and Isabelle instinctively stepped one step forward. Linh withdrew, showing a smile that didn`t reach her eyes.

»Now, as long as I can afford to live like a Princess from the money you make me, I have no intention to make you suffer more than you deserve. I could even take care that you will be sold into good hands – if you are worthy of it!«

She told Aaron to free both girls` hands and as they were rubbing their wrists, Linh said:

»You are both too overdressed for your future, whatever man`s pet you may become. So, here`s the deal: the one of you that puts up the more erotic strip tease will spare her sister to be sold to a brute!«

She waited for the two girls to fully get the meaning of her words. Isabelle was about to reach for the hem of her T-Shirt when suddenly, Samantha straightened and stepped forward. Then, she looked at Hank who was standing closest to her and reached for her robe, opening it a bit to allow him a glimpse of her cleavage.

»Marc, play some music!«

Marc, obviously having accepted to be reduced to the role of one of Linh`s henchmen, obeyed and soon, the sound of some dance music filled the room. Samantha began to dance, the same time slowly untying the knot of her robe`s belt.

»Nnggg!«

Isabelle shook her head, not wanting her sister to do that for her, but Samantha just answered her look coolly and slung the belt around Hank like a lasso. As she stood in front of him, the man gulped, obviously fearing that the girl would try to kick him where he became more and more blooded. But Samantha just danced in front of him, jiggling her boobs that came out of the open robe. Then, she leaned backwards and let the robe go.

Samantha managed to arch her back until her stretched arms nearly reached for the ground. Her ample breasts pointed to the ceiling and the robe slid down from her, leaving her in just her thong. Hank whistled and Aaron also applauded. The gagged girl turned her back towards them and thrust out her butt. Then, slowly and following the rhythm of the music, she shimmied the panties down her hips. Finally, she took them with the toes of her right leg and threw them towards Linh who grabbed them in the air and said:

»Not bad! You really want your sister to be well!«

She told Hank to cuff her wrists again. The man obeyed and since he stood close behind the now naked Samantha anyway, he reached around and grabbed her boobs. Samantha groaned, but allowed him to fondle her as they all now watched what Isabelle would do.

She took a deep breath and fought down the urge to attack the still smiling Linh or the creep that was groping her sister. Still, she hoped that that nightmare would be over soon. After all, from what Linh had told the thugs, Mike had reached Malta. However, he was not here and if it came to the worst, the least she could do was to make things a bit more tolerable for Samantha.

However, stripping was something that she had never done before. Even when she had been in relationships, taking off her clothes had been something casual. She remembered the last time when she had been forced to strip: at that time, Guylène had ordered her to do so at gunpoint and Isabelle still had nightmares of how she had enjoyed humiliating her in the process.

Humiliation!

Isabelle suddenly saw one thing very clear: Guylène and Linh had been partners in crime for some time and sure, the evil Vietnamese had a similar mindset. So, what would attract her the most would not be the aspect of seeing her naked, but how much she would be embarrassed by having to strip.

»However, there is one thing that will turn her on even more than if I get humiliated!«

It was a terrible decision – not only would it be a test to her own sense of modesty, but also to her feeling of loyalty. But one look on Samantha in the grip of the man clawing his hands into her boobs made her nod determined and she took off her T-Shirt with one quick move. Linh mockingly applauded:

»At least, you started to strip, though it wasn`t that teasing. But I see that your taste in underwear has changed from ›nun‹ to ›innocent school girl‹!«

Isabelle felt her cheeks aflame. Indeed, her bra was not very revealing, but it had a lacy trimming and left a bit of her cleavage uncovered. Her white panties also had lace trimming and though they covered most of her butt, they clung to her buxom forms.

Again, Marc played a tune and Isabelle did a few warm up moves she remembered from her ballet lessons. The stretching and flexing emphasized her petite, but well-rounded figure and the men looked at her contortions with interest whilst Linh still seemed a bit bored. Isabelle got up, did a pirouette that let her hair swirl and then, she approached the chair to which Tao was bound.

»Mhhmmph! Uuuhhmmm!«

The naked girl squirmed in her seat and stared at the redhead that bent down to her, so her breasts touched that of Tao.

»Forgive me, I am doing it for Samantha!«, Isabelle tried to signal with her eyes. Then, she sat on Tao`s lap. The Vietnamese mewed through her gag, but Isabelle put her feet to the ground, beside the chair`s rear legs. Again, she looked apologetically at Tao and then, she placed her hands on the other`s naked breasts.

»Mhhrrrmmm! Uuhhmmmph! Nnnggggg!«

However, Isabelle blocked both the other`s frantic resistance and her own embarrassment.

»I am doing this for you, Coeur de Soeur!«

She thrust forward her pelvis, causing the chair to topple over, but managed to stop it from falling with her legs. At the same time, she pushed herself backwards, her hands still resting on Tao`s boobs. It was a straining position, but her legs were well trained and so, Isabelle managed to rock the chair back and forth, according to the beat of the music. She looked at Linh and saw that she still looked unimpressed, but seemed a bit more interested in the show now.

Isabelle kept the chair rocking, but now straightened her upper body, unclasped her bra and removed it. Then, she bent forward, pressing her boobs against Tao`s. Some whistling and hooting told her that at least, her male audience was hooked.

In a swift move, Isabelle leaned backwards, letting the chair come back to rest on all four legs. She reached over her head and arched her back until she could touch the floor; then, she rose her legs and placed them on Tao`s shoulders. With her toes, she brushed over the other`s cheeks before she did a flip backward and came to stand in front of the chair. Now, she saw Linh watch with slightly opened lips and she was sure that the evil woman was panting slightly.

»So, at least, I found your trigger, bitch!«

Isabelle did another pirouette and then sat down on Tao`s lap, facing her audience. She saw five pairs of eyes staring at her and if the ground had opened, she would have jumped into the gap, but she knew that she now had to stand it through until the finale.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly took them off, grinding her butt against Tao`s middle as she did so. Then, as she was naked, she took the underwear in one hand and did another move in which she spun around her axis whilst remaining seated in Tao`s lap and swung her leg over the other`s upper body until she was once again sitting face to face with her.

»Forgive me!«, her eyes once more pleaded. Then, she pulled her panties over Tao`s head, did another flip backwards with a half turn and bowed to her audience.

As she saw not only the men, but also Linh applaud, Isabelle almost staggered and she had to bite down hard on her gag to oppress her tears. She had obviously spared Samantha a little suffering, but at what costs? She looked at her sister that had been left alone by Hank, since the man applauded, too. Suddenly, she jumped forward and knelt in front of Samantha. She had tears in her eyes, but the look showed nothing but gratefulness. Isabelle slung her arms around her and the feeling of sisterly love allowed her to even block out what she had done to Tao.

Linh let them have their moment, but then, she clapped her hands and ordered:

»All right, we have had our fun, but now, we have some work to do before we can start our actual business! And it seems that our future merchandize may come helpful!«

***

Since Cordelia knew which rooms Isabelle and Samantha were living at, they could enter the hotel through the back entrance that had a surveillance camera, but the quality of these cameras was usually so bad that nobody would take notice of the woman wearing a very daring dress (that was actually a T-Shirt) and that the bag the brown-haired man was carrying looked as if it was squirming slightly. Unseen, they reached the corridor when Mike stopped at the door, pointing at a few scratches close to the frame.

»Someone broke into that room!«

He lowered the bag to the floor, causing Guylène to mew, but they were the only persons on that corridor. Mike drew his gun. This was Isabelle`s room and he steeled himself for what he would maybe find inside.

With a tool that looked a bit like a thin metal ruler, he opened the door and pushed it open. As he entered with the gun raised, he found that the room was empty. After he had checked the bathroom, too, he waved Vinh to limp inside whilst he and Cordelia pulled the bag into the hotel room.

»I can`t see signs of a fight!«, Vinh said as Mike had closed the door. His companion nodded and quickly checked Samantha`s room, but returned a minute later, shrugging.

»No one there either! And her room looks messy, but I presume that`s just her!«

Again, he looked around in the room. There were clothes lying around, but they looked as if they had been piled deliberately by someone who wanted to change clothes. Then, he frowned and once again entered the bathroom.

On the edge of the bathtub, some clothes had been draped, apparently for drying. He saw a dress, a bra – but no panties. Then, Mike detected something else. The lid of the toilet`s cistern looked a bit odd.

»Oh Belle, are you hiding drugs in there?«

He opened the lid and peeped inside. Inside, he saw a plastic bag and when he took it out, it turned out to be a cell phone. On the backside, four numbers had been written with lipstick:

»1311«

»And I thought Belle`s birthday on September 5th!«, he thought and went back into the main room. Ignoring Guylène`s moans from inside the bag, they bent over the display and Mike tried the number code. The phone unlocked, showing a display with a generic background photo.

»Well, if someone left this for us to find with the code written on it, this means we are expected to disrespect the owner`s privacy!«

He opened WhatsApp and checked the messages. To his surprise, this wasn`t Isabelle`s phone and also didn`t seem to belong to her sister. Instead, he found several messages to people he didn`t know, most of them in Maltese which he could recognize, but not understand.

»Great! Your girl left us a hint that doesn`t help us the slightest!«

»Your girl?«, Cordelia asked, raising an eyebrow. Mike ignored them and used the search function, typing the word »night«; thus, the display only showed messages in English and in addition, he was sure that perhaps, if a message contained this word, it would hint towards some sinister actions like secret meetings ad midnight.

There were still a few dozen messages when Cordelia proposed:

»Try ›Japanese‹!«

»Of course, thank you!«

Now, only three threads were left and Mike opened the latest. By scrolling down, he saw that the owner had talked to someone he didn`t address by name. They seemed to be talking about some transaction with Japanese cars (that was where the keyword came from), but at one point, Mike frowned:

»I do not know much about Japanese cars or car smuggling in general, but if you do so: would you commit a crime for just smuggling two Hondas?«

There was no further evidence that the word »Honda« was the code for something else, but Cordelia suddenly jumped up.

»Honda! Of course! That`s the company the father of Akiko and Michiko is working for!«

Again, Mike carefully scrolled through the messages and then, he suddenly grinned: there was an actual address!

»171 Marfa Road. Key`s under the mat!«

A quick check on Google Maps told them that the address existed for real: it was a rather remote bungalow in quite a remote area in the North of the island.

»We almost passed it when we drove here! Well, if such small extra ways are our biggest problem, I will donate a candle in every church on this island!«

»There are 365 altogether«, Cordelia said, feeling intrigued, too. Then, she hesitated:

»If Isabelle and the others found out about that trace – why haven`t they taken the phone with them?«

Mike shrugged.

»There are several possibilities. For the moment, I hope that they just left it as an insurance if something went wrong, but that they have been cautious enough not to get harmed. However, as I know my Belle, she got herself into trouble!«

Cordelia once again noticed that obviously, Mike knew Isabelle more than just superficially, but she decided to remain silent as Mike checked the magazine of his gun. Then, he looked at Vinh. His comrade had become a bit absent-minded and in his hand, he held a black bra.

»That`s Tao`s! Whatever happened, she has been here, too!«

In a quick move he suddenly grabbed the phone and turned it around, staring at the numbers written with lipstick.

»That`s her handwriting! It`s her who left the phone in the cistern!«

»Are you sure?«, Mike asked.

»We are married for three years – and usually, she does all the paperwork!«, Vinh replied. Aching, he got to his feet, leaning heavily on his improvised crutch.

»Whatever you say, I will come with you!«

Mike nodded slowly; then, he turned towards Cordelia.

»You know what that means.«

Cordelia also nodded. They could not take Guylène with them on their mission, meaning that they would have to leave her here. And obviously, Mike wanted her to have an eye on their captive.

She pondered. On the one hand, she had no intention to spend hours with Guylène, even if she was trussed up. But then, she thought twice: being at a hotel with help within shouting distance sure would be better than getting on a rescue mission that could easily turn out into a shootout. She had been involved in a shooting previously that day and that definitely had been one too much! So, she decided to agree in Mike`s plan.

»I-I will stay h-here«, she croaked and Mike brushed over her head. Two minutes later, Guylène was lying on the bed, her wrists and ankles tied to the bed posts. Mike had cut two pairs of Isabelle`s pantyhose to tie her up, putting the handcuffs back into his pocket. He had left the panties taped inside Guylène`s mouth and had also left her naked. To Cordelia`s amazement, he had made her lie on her belly.

Mike and Vinh once more checked their weapons and then, Mike handed the phone they had found to Cordelia.

»I have saved the number on my phone; if we have found Belle and the others, I will send you a message. Anyway, we will be back in a few hours!«

He quickly hugged her and then lowered his voice:

»Oh, if you want to tell Guylène a thing or two, I can fully understand – but, please, don`t get carried away too much!«

Cordelia looked at him questioningly and Mike stepped towards the bed.

»I don`t want to hear any complaints about your behavior when we come back!«

He not so playfully slapped Guylène`s exposed butt once, causing her to snarl angrily and to pull on her bonds. Then, he and Vinh left the hotel room.

Cordelia sat down on the chair and looked at the tied and gagged naked woman lying on the bed. The woman that had bought her like a piece of meat from Linh and then brought her to her chalet, to humiliate her further. Guylène had wanted her as her pet – and now, she had that mean woman at her mercy!

»Don`t get carried away too much!«, Mike had said. Cordelia looked at her hand and then, her eyes focused Guylène`s butt. Suddenly, flashbacks of what had happened at the chalet appeared in front of Cordelia´s inner eye and her breath accelerated.

Slowly, she rose from the chair and approached the bed.

***