Sisters 22

Cordelia saw no point in prolonging the inevitable. She tugged on the towel that covered her from the top of her breasts to the middle of her thighs and it fell to the ground. Reflexively, she wanted to cover her bareness with her arms, but Caine ordered her to put her hands on her hips. Then, he grabbed Guylène at her nape, forcing her to look directly at Cordelia.

»Step forward, so she can admire how fine I shaved you!«

She obeyed and stopped at the upper frame of the bed. Now, her pubic mound was just a few inches away from Guylène`s face and though the real danger was coming from Caine and so far, nobody would see anything he hadn`t seen before, she felt embarrassed and her cheeks reddened as Caine told her to sway her hips.

»All right!«, he said after some time. »Now, I should have you gagged again!«

Cordelia gulped. She had been gagged for hours – for days, if one didn`t count the short breaks in between. However, the voice of reason told her that as long as Caine was busy restraining her, he couldn`t do worse things.

So she didn`t complain as he made her search for one of Isabelle´s pantyhose. Cordelia wondered and felt a short relief as he made her pick one of the clean ones, but he just cut it in half with a vicious looking knife and then used it to tie her wrists behind her back. With the second one, he tied her elbows. Then, he cupped her breasts and pulled her closer to him.

»So firm and yet so soft – but I am breaking the order of things to do. Pick up your panties!«

Cordelia looked puzzled. Her panties, or rather Guylène`s she had borrowed before, were still lying on the bathroom floor. It would be impossible to pick them with her arms secured behind her back! However, before she could utter a protest, Caine said:

»Just get them – be imaginative!«

With a sigh, Cordelia decided for the least revealing way to get the worn underwear: she turned her side to Caine and crouched, finally managing to grab the silk garment and to get up with the panties dangling from her fingers. Caine smiled.

»Now, you`ve got them – but they are supposed to end up in your mouth!«

»Please, I-«

Caine interrupted her with a hard slap on her thigh, causing her to shriek and nearly drop the panties.

»Don`t make me say things twice!«

Cordelia felt the tingling on her thigh and knew that this had only been a glimpse of what the man would do if she refused to follow his orders a second time. So, she turned her back towards the bed and placed the panties on the edge. Then, bending forward so her breasts bounced freely, she brought her mouth close to them. The scent of both her and Guylène, the two former possessors of these panties, reached her nose and she had to gulp before she could get herself to pick them with her teeth.

»All the way in!«

Retching and moaning, Cordelia chewed on the panties, trying to get them inside her mouth completely. She saw that Caine had cut two more pantyhose in halves and now had found one of Isabelle`s scarves. He tied a double knot in the center and then reached for Cordelia`s mouth.

It took her all her strength not to buck as he pushed his fingers into her mouth, pushing the panties even deeper into her mouth and obviously considering her gag too small. He angrily rummaged through the dirty laundry lying on the floor and, not finding any more used panties, he took the pair of cotton anklets Isabelle had been wearing during the flight two days previously. These, he crammed into Cordelia`s oral cavity before pressing the knot of the scarf on top. Repeatedly, he pulled on the ends, until the knot was firmly wedged between Cordelia`s teeth, before he tied them off.

»Ghhmmmfffff!«

The knot pressed painfully at the back of her head and the massive gag made Cordelia feel she would choke. The taste of both her and Guylène`s body and that of Isabelle`s feet added up to a horrible mélange and the gag was pressed against the back of her throat, blocking her tongue and triggering her gag reflex.

Caine didn`t seem satisfied and added ten layers of black tape to the gag, pulling each round desperately tight. Then, he used more of it to tape her fingers, immobilizing her hands and rendering her completely helpless.

He then took one of the four pieces of pantyhose and tied it around Guylène´s waist. She moaned and then ached as he tied it so tightly around her waist the nylon cut into her skin. Then, when he reached under her, Cordelia could tell from her wriggling and desperate mewing that he was threading the second pair through that makeshift belt. Cordelia knew that it would become a crotch rope and she felt a shudder in her loins in fearful anticipation of getting the same treatment soon.

»Mhhrrrmmm! Mmhhmmph! Nnngggg!«

Caine now pushed his other hand under Guylène and the woman`s eyes widened as he splayed her labia to place the pantyhose in between before pulling it tight. So tight that Guylène whimpered and screamed through her gag as he tied it off to the hose around her waist. As he was finished, Caine playfully spanked her buttocks before he turned towards Cordelia with the third piece of pantyhose. As he let the long nylon stocking dangle, she looked at it as if it was a poisonous snake.

Caine stepped behind her and tied it around her already tied wrists, leaving the ends dangle. Then, however, he patted on the edge of the bed.

»Sit!«

Though this was an order given as if she was a dog, Cordelia obeyed. Caine stepped to her side and grabbed her scalp, firmly, but not brutal. Forcing her to look at him, he asked:

»Are you scared?«

»Mhmmm!«

She nodded, seeing no point in feigning bravery. The man grinned and then whispered:

»I can smell it! Now, turn around!«

With her arms bound, this was a bit difficult, but Caine assisted her by keeping a firm grip on her hair. Finally, Cordelia managed to turn so she sat opposite to Guylène`s face without getting her hair pulled too much. She now, however, had the problem of where to position her legs without touching the other woman.

Caine reached for the ends of the pantyhose and tied them off to the bedframe. Then, he took the last piece and tied it around Cordelia`s left ankle. Using the pantyhose like a leash, he forced her to stretch her leg out and placed her heel on his shoulder. He twitched since it was his hurt one, but nevertheless, his fingers brushed over her shapely leg and seemed to look directly at her exposed middle. Cordelia could not help blushing from embarrassment.

After some time, he reached out and demanded her to get him her other ankle. Then, he pulled her forward, until Guylène`s head was embedded in her lap. The French mewed and tried to turn her face to her side to avoid too direct contact between her nose and Cordelia`s clit.

Caine crossed Cordelia`s ankles and tied them off to Guylène`s crotch rope. Then, he once again disappeared behind Cordelia`s back.

She tried to cope with the other`s head buried in her lap, but all her squirming only made things worse, as when she pulled on Guylène`s crotch rope, the other woman groaned and moaned so she felt her hot breath on her inner thighs and she also rubbed her head over her pubic mound. Then, Cordelia heard another sound, faint, but nevertheless frightening.

WRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

»A vibrator!«, she thought with upcoming panic, but as Caine came back, she saw what he was holding in his right: it was Isabelle`s electric toothbrush. Grinning like a devilish school boy, he then grabbed Guylène`s ankle and brushed over her sole with the oscillating brush`s head.

At the same moment, Guylène twitched and wriggled uncontrollably and screamed and gasped through her gag. Cordelia was forced to endure her helpless reaction to getting tickled as she reared up between her legs and her muffled screams and laughter sent vibrations through Cordelia´s lap.

Caine made her suffer for a minute that seemed to last hours. Then, he switched off the toothbrush and took the roll of tape.

»I need a shower and also have to bandage my wounds«, he explained as he taped the brush to Guylène`s sole. »I just want to make sure the two of you are entertained whilst I am in the bathroom!«

He switched on the toothbrush and left for the bathroom.

***

To Akiko, it seemed as if Hitoshi had wanted to prove that, though he had opened himself towards them and even more or less admitted that he had feelings for Michiko, he hadn`t become weak. At least, their bondage was tight and elaborate.

He had started with Michiko, folding her arms behind her back so her forearms were parallel. Then, he had tied them with one of his long ropes, so he had two very long ends left as her lower arms were welded together.

Hitoshi then had brought the ends over her shoulders from behind, crossed them between Michiko`s breasts and threaded them through her armpits. Then, he had wound the left one around her right upper arm and vice versa. As he pulled the slack out, Michiko`s upper arms were pulled inwards whilst her arms were pressed closer to her upper body, immobilizing her. Akiko saw how Michiko fluttered with her fingers and from the strained expression on her face, she could tell that the bondage was tight, though not as uncomfortable as an elbow tie.

Now, he took the ends and threaded them between Michiko`s legs from behind, took them from the front and then threaded them over the point where the rope between the girl`s breasts crossed. Hitoshi pulled out the slack and Michiko gasped as the ropes came in contact with her labia. He pulled a little tighter and as she opened her mouth this time, Hitoshi kissed her lips. As he brought the ropes back down, between her legs again and then close to her bound arms, Akiko saw that Michiko`s cheeks had reddened slightly.

Hitoshi now took a chair, stepped on it and tied the ropes ends off to a hook in the ceiling, forcing Michiko to keep standing. She did not have to go on her tiptoes, but if she tried to lower her body, everything would tighten up between her legs.

Now, Hitoshi turned towards Akiko and freed her cuffed ankles before undoing the scarf tied around her waist and between her legs. Suddenly, Akiko was very aware of the wet spot on her panties and it was her turn to blush. Hitoshi took off her panties and as he balled them up, she found back her voice:

»You pig! You are going to gag her with-«

She hesitated and Hitoshi grinned.

»With what? Please, tell me, Akiko-chan!«

»Wh-whith my di-dirty underwear!«

Hitoshi brought the panties to his nose and took a deep breath.

»I would never call these dirty, Akiko-chan!«

Michiko suddenly said:

»It`s okay, Imouto! I won`t die from it!«

She focused Akiko and forced a smile on her face. Then, she chortled from a giggle and added:

»Wild Irish Rose, hm?«

»My ass!«, Akiko breathed and watched as Hitoshi now gently shoved the white panties into Michiko`s mouth. She only once let out a faint retching sound, but allowed the man to work all the cloth behind her teeth and waited with her stuffed mouth gaping as he went for some scarves.

The first one was that that had been tied between Akiko`s legs and it was tied between Michiko`s lips. Hitoshi then tied a second one over her mouth before he added a third one that went over her mouth and nose. Akiko, who was not unfamiliar with Shibari movies, recognized that he had even chosen a white scarf with black polka dots to match these images.

Then, it was her term. Hitoshi freed her arms, but only to tie her upper body the same way as Michiko`s. Akiko gasped as the ropes rubbed over her soft flesh, though she felt that these ropes were tight, but not brutally tight.

Varying the way he tied up the sisters, he then used one of the dangling ends to tie Akiko`s left ankle to her tie. He then helped her to sit down to the radiator that was not turned on. He slung the rope around one of the radiator`s feet and then tied the last end off to the other foot, so Akiko could not reach the knots, no matter how she might squirm. Her right leg, he left unbound and instead shortly left for the bedroom.

»I love you, Onee-san!«, was all Akiko could say before he returned. She knew what he had in his hand: her sister`s panties. Now, she remember how he had dabbed her moist body with them after she had – climaxed. Reflexively, she clenched her teeth, but then, she caught the look of Michiko and she relaxed.

»It`s just my beloved sister! And as she said, I won`t die from it!«

So, Akiko opened her mouth. The taste was bitter and made her retch, but she did not fight as Hitoshi stuffed her mouth and then secured her gag with three scarves, one between her lips, one above her mouth and the final one – a bright red one – over her mouth and nose. Hitoshi then reached for the other dangling rope and pulled.

»Mph!«

Akiko felt the ropes between her legs tighten and as Hitoshi grabbed her free right ankle, her eyes widened.

»If he will tickle me now, I will choke!«

However, Hitoshi forced her to stretch her leg and then tied the rope to her ankle before using the end as a leash as he approached the chair beside Michiko. He stepped on it and loosened one of the ropes of Michiko`s bondage, but left it hanging over the hook. Then, he brought this rope and the one tied to Akiko`s leg together, once again pulled the slack out and tied them together.

Immediately, Akiko realized the perfidy of that arrangement: not only had she to raise her right leg into the air, forcing her to keep her thighs open, but also would every movement of her now have effects on the ropes not only between her legs, but also Michiko`s.

However, Hitoshi wasn`t finished. He loosened the other rope and, leaving it running over the hook, too, jumped from the chair. Then, he gently grabbed her left leg and made her raise it. He tied the rope to her knee, so Michiko had to balance on one leg with her left calf weakly flailing in front of her upper body. Hitoshi took her foot in both his hands and began to caress and massage it. Michiko moaned and squirmed in her bonds. Akiko felt how the pulling on her sister`s ropes affected her own bondage and also protested through her gag.

Hitoshi kept on caressing Michiko`s foot and he obviously knew exactly how to send shivers through her body that felt intriguing and triggered her ticklishness just as far that it was just bearable. Akiko watched as her sister grew more relaxed and also excited at the same time. She had closed her eyes and writhed in her bonds; as Hitoshi kissed her toes, she sighed in a way that made Akiko blush for just watching the scene.

Then, however, Hitoshi let her foot go, causing Michiko to moan angrily. He caressed her hair and asked:

»You want me to continue?«

Michiko made a small sound through her gag and seemed to have forgotten how to shake her head. Hitoshi once again took her foot in his hand and placed a soft kiss on her instep. Then, still holding her foot in his hand and brushing gently over her soft skin, he said:

»I wish I could fulfill your wish, Michiko-chan, but I need some sleep. Tomorrow may be an important day and I have to be alert.«

He quickly left for the bedroom, only to return a minute later. Akiko could not see what he was doing to Michiko, as he was standing between her and her sister, but she felt slight tugs on her crotch ropes and also heard some muffled protests from Michiko, though it didn`t sound as if he was actually hurting her.

After a while, Hitoshi withdrew and took the upholstered armchair in which Akiko had spent the night until the interruption. He placed it so the backrest was close to Michiko`s butt. Thus, she could sit down on it to ease the strain of having to balance on one leg. Then, however, Akiko noted the bulge in Michiko`s crotch.

A pink, egg-like thing had been pushed between the ropes between her legs and had additionally been secured with some strips of duct tape. Akiko only too well remembered the vibrators Hitoshi had used on them and now, she could also hear a faint buzzing.

»How mean! If she sits down, she will have to literally ride the bullet!«

»Don`t worry, Akiko-chan, I haven`t completely forgotten about you!«

»Mhhmmm?«

Akiko tried to close her thighs as he bent over her, but she was tied too stringently and so, Hitoshi could easily work the second egg vibrator between her crotch ropes and her pubic mound, adjusting its position before securing it in place with some more tape. With helpless rage, she snarled and glanced at him.

»Oh, Akiko-chan, if you are angry, you look nearly as pretty as your sister!«

»Hhrrrmmm!«

He slightly bowed and then, she felt the vibrator come to life.

»I have decided for the program myself this time. So, I hope you like it, for you will have to cope with it for the next few hours!«

With a smile, he let his eyes wander over the two naked, bound and gagged beauties in front of him. Then, he withdrew to his room and closed the door behind him.

***

»All right, that looks as if she`s your twin sister!«

Tao grinned wryly.

»Please, don`t remind me of that! However, I have to admit that I like her that way!«

»That way« was referring to the way Mike had tied up the gagged Linh whilst Vinh watched at gunpoint. He had removed her cuffs, but only to take the robe and the panties from her, handing both to Tao. The girl had reluctantly put on the panties that had been worn by her before Linh had borrowed them. However, there was a lack of clothing at the house and so, she could not allow herself to be picky. Defensively, she closed the robe and tied the belt to cover herself.

Mike had meanwhile retied Linh at wrists and elbows and made her sit on the chair. He tied her ankles to the rear legs, threading the rope also through the chain of her handcuffs to prevent her from rising up. Then, he went for the hood Tao had been wearing and pulled it over Linh`s head. Then, he took another rope and tied a noose around her neck, using the same knots as had been used on Tao.

»Now, close your eyes and think of Ho Chi Minh!«

Vinh was about to comment Mike`s joke on his heritage, but he was busy wrapping a wet bandage around his ankle and Tao seemed to be fascinated as Mike forced the rope between her sister`s legs, then pulled until the rope had disappeared between her labia and bisected her crotch before tying it off at her nape. Tao had experienced that treatment before and the memory of the pain and embarrassment made her pant as she enjoyed Linh getting a dose of her own medicine.

She even went closer and examined the bondage, tugging on the tight rope and pinching one of Linh`s nipples. Then, she suddenly understood the whole arrangement:

»You want me to play her – and vice versa!«

Mike nodded.

»It`s still four men against us and they still have Isabelle! So, we have to rely on tricks. If they return, they shall think that you gave up and came back to wait for them. You may also like to play with ›Tao‹ a bit!«

»Just to make it look more convincing!«, Tao added and once more tugged on Linh`s crotch rope.

»What about us?«, Samantha asked, pointing at Vinh, but also referring to herself. Mike went to the window and looked out of it.

»They have split up, so, they will most likely not return at the same time. Anyway, we will have more than one element of surprise: Tao will be able to point her gun at them and Vinh will hide in the bedroom, armed with the Uzi. Once they are inside, they are trapped – for I will attack from the outside! It`s just important that everything looks unsuspicious as long as it takes for the trap to snap!«

Both Vinh and Samantha nodded, but then, the girl thought twice:

»Wait a minute, by looking unsuspicious, do you mean-«

Mike nodded and her eyes widened: he wanted her to get back to her old position: naked, bound and gagged, kneeling on the chair! She hesitated, but then, with a determined look, she opened her robe.

»For Isabelle, I will do it!«

She blushed as she stood in front of the others in just her thong, but she hooked her thumbs into the waistband. Before she peeled them down, she looked at Tao and asked:

»The Kanji – do they really mean ›Sweet and Sour Duck‹?«

Mike scoffed and the perplexed Tao took a few seconds before she got what Samantha was talking about. Then, she said with a giggle:

»Don`t ask me, I am Vietnamese!«

Somehow, that rang a bell in the back of Mike`s head, but as the girl took off her panties, he got distracted and he then concentrated on tying her up the way she had been when he had saved her. Samantha sighed as he brought her elbows together and when she was kneeling on the chair, she asked:

»Can`t you just tape my lips? I mean, it would look the same, wouldn`t it?«

Mike shook his head.

»If for some reason, they decide to ungag you before it is save for Tao to blow her cover, it has to be exactly as they have left you!«

»But – these!«

She had seen that Mike had picked up the damp panties that had gagged her before. They had tasted vile and she didn`t want to have that experience again. However, Mike just approached her face and asked:

»Will you be a good girl and say ›Aaahh!‹, or do I have to pinch your nose?«

Samantha blinked and gulped.

»Would you really be that cruel?«

She looked at the man who stood so close to her that the tops of her breasts touched his chest. Mike caressed the girl´s chin.

»I will even have to be more cruel!«

Samantha opened her mouth and croaked:

»You are talking of – the crotch rope!«

»Exactly. And you will stand it, because you would do everything it takes to save your sister, just like me!«

»In the movies, the girl never has to chew on her sister´s panties!«, Samantha pouted. Mike smiled and kissed her forehead. She whispered:

»Somehow, I think you are also enjoying this!«

»Only if the girl`s pretty! Now, say ›Aaahh!‹!«

It turned more into an »Aauhhmmph!« as Mike gently, but thoroughly stuffed the panties into Samantha´s mouth and secured the gag with duct tape. Then, he climbed on a free chair, tied a noose around the girl`s neck and put the rope over the hook in the ceiling. Samantha gasped and her chest heaved as she felt the rope`s end dangle down her back.

»There is one thing I can do for you!«

He worked on the hook and then, he explained:

»I loosened the screw so, if by some coincidence, you may fall off the chair, it will come off the beam. So, you might get a few bruises, but you won`t hang yourself! Now, close your eyes and think of – think of Sweet and Sour Duck!«

»Mph!«

Samantha grunted angrily, but she held still as the man now threaded the rope between her thighs. When he then slung the end around her waist and began to adjust the crotch rope, she not only blushed all over, but she also thought that even the tiny thong would have been a welcome padding, no matter what actually was written on it. Mike had tried not to be too cruel, but in the end, the rope was nested deeply between her labia and chaffed her clit. When Mike was finished, he gently took her shoulders and let his eyes wander over her nude front, admiring his ropework and her forms.

»Perfect!«

He let her go and turned to the others. Linh was sitting in the chair, guarded by Tao who was brushing over her bare breasts with the barrel of her gun. Vinh had already limped into the bedroom and now closed the door.

»Now, the boring part begins!«

He walked outside and went for the small shed. To his surprise, he found a pile of clothes in a corner: it was a woman`s business dress, together with a white shirt and also a pair of high heels. Inside the shoe, he saw a few Japanese characters.

»This time, I am quite sure it doesn`t mean ›Sweet and Sour Duck!‹!«

He grinned when he heard a sound coming from outside. It was the engine of a car – or rather two cars.

»Okay, then, it`s one wash-up! We are three and we also have the element of surprise! The Vietnamese version of the Trojan Horse, so to say!«

As the black van clattered over the bumpy road, followed by another car, the word »Vietnamese« once again appeared in his head. Mike tried to shoo it away whilst he watched the approaching cars, but it was as if his subconscious was trying to tell him something. Then, he suddenly got it: the small, but terrible mistake in their disguise.

He had tried not to stare too much at the naked Tao; after all, she was his comrade`s wife. However, since she had been on full frontal display, he had gotten more than a glimpse of her in the nude. She really looked exactly like Linh – except for one thing:

Mike now could see the Vietnamese characters in front of his eyes: he had never asked what the words tattooed on Linh`s pubic mound meant – but he knew for sure that Tao didn`t have such a tattoo.

»Let`s just hope that they are too distracted by Samantha`s boobs to take notice!«, he thought and looked at the two cars that had now stopped. He counted the men getting out: two jumped from the car and the driver of the van also got out, but Mike was sure that someone still was in the back of it. In addition, he was sure that Isabelle was kept inside the bigger car, too. He tightened the grip on his gun and concentrated.

***

Cordelia would never have thought that the return of someone like Caine could feel like relief, but she had been through a living nightmare during the minutes he had spent in the bathroom. Guylène, helpless victim of the tickling sensation tied to her sole, had been constantly twitching and squirming, all the time rubbing her head against Cordelia`s inner thighs and pubic area. In addition, she had screamed and giggled through her gag, sending blows of hot air and slight vibrations through her unwilling companion`s loins. Though Guylène was the one who actually suffered more, Cordelia let out a sigh of relief as Caine now bent over the bed and removed the toothbrush.

Trembling, Guylène hyperventilated, trying to breathe and to relax again. After a time, the color of her cheeks and forehead that had turned purple normalized. Caine grabbed the pantyhose tied through her crotch, lifted her middle from the bed and looked closely before letting her fall back onto the bed again.

»Good girl! You haven`t peed with joy!«

He patted Guylène`s buttocks and she just let out an exhausted gasp as Caine turned his attention towards Cordelia. She noticed the blue and purple bruise on his shoulder and the bloody bandage on his left arm, but nevertheless, Caine grinned:

»Now, are you ready for some more serious game?«

***