Sister 23

At school, Isabelle had excelled in languages and sports, but only achieved average results in Physics. Now, however, her current predicament had made her hate the laws of Physics eagerly.

Once she had been brought out of the flat and towards the van, she had been aware that Linh had given the men whispered orders. The way she had looked at the naked captive had told Isabelle that having to leave her sister behind would not be the end of the ordeal.

In the back of the van, they had tied her to the middle frame, forcing her to stand with her arms and legs stretched wide, facing the tinted rear windows. The position left her totally available to the men`s touches and for a while, they had gathered around her, groping her breasts and buttocks and also touching her between her legs whilst Linh had been busy behind her back, doing something with a coiled rope.

»As long as they are busy touching me, they will at least leave Samantha alone«, she had tried to see something positive in her predicament, but it had been hard to do so as no less than six hands – one of the men still guarded the other captives – were massaging her body. Finally, she had felt relief when Linh had shooed them away, though she knew that the Asian had something mean in mind.

It had started by Linh tying a rope around Isabelle`s waist. To her surprise, this had been tight, but with no dangling ends to create a crotch rope. But of course, Linh had such a thing in mind. She had taken a longer piece of rope and tied one end to an eyelet at the wall separating the van`s load from the driver`s cabin. This rope, she now threaded through Isabelle`s rope belt at the back of her neck and when she then spread her buttocks and pressed the rope into the cleft, she felt that Linh had tied several knots into the rope she now brought between her legs and through the waist rope again. Isabelle had shuddered when she had tightened the rope so the knots were rubbing over her soft flesh.

Linh had pulled and adjusted and even ordered Marc to splay Isabelle`s labia until she was satisfied with the way the rope was nested between the redhead´s legs. Then, she tied the end off to the handle of the back door.

»You will love the ride! Maltese roads are full of potholes!«

»And the shock absorbers need to be changed«, a chuckling Marc had added. Linh had then produced something white: Isabelle`s panties she had been wearing and that she had put over Tao`s head during the enforced strip show.

Linh had pulled them over Isabelle`s head, placing the crotch part over her nose and tightening the hood at the back of her head with a piece of twine. Then, she had slapped her buttocks and left the van through the side door.

To Isabelle`s relief, none of the men had accompanied her in the back of the van, but after the car had started, she had recognized what Linh had implied: she was swaying helplessly, forced to follow every movement of the car – and each movement meant that the crotch rope was torturing her even more.

Whenever the car accelerated, her pubic area pressed harder on the knotty rope, whilst braking made things worse between her buttocks. Curves, however, were unpleasant, too – and every bigger pothole made her do little jumps and Isabelle screamed through her mouth filling gag when she had to absorb the shock by her most intimate parts.

So, when the van had reached the better roads and the ride became a bit more tolerable for Isabelle, she already felt exhausted and sore, covered with sweat and about to faint. She was kept awake only by the worries about her sister and also Mike and she even managed to feel a little relief when they obviously could not find him and , after what seemed hours, decided to return to their base, though it meant another ride over bumpy roads.

Finally, the car stopped and Isabelle only realized that Hank had entered the van`s load when she felt his hand on her breast as he put his arm around her from behind.

»The Boss is taking new advice from his new Lady Boss! But here, inside that car, the world still is all right, with men being in command!«

»Uuhmmm!«

Isabelle barely reacted, feeling too worn out from the strenuous ride. Even when Hank pinched her nipple, she just twitched a little. Her vision was blurred and though the panties covering her head were relatively fresh, having to breathe through them hadn`t helped the matter of keeping her awake.

In fact, the lack of reaction from her side made Hank decide that he could better have a cigarette pause whilst he was waiting for his accomplices. He left the van and, leaning against it, took out his cigarettes. Hank`s lighter was nearly empty and since he got no flame, he impatiently knocked it against the car.

BOOM!

The sound made him look at his lighter with disbelief and he needed a second to realize it had come from inside the house.

»What the-«

Then, he felt a pain at the back of his neck and everything went black.

***

A few minutes earlier, Marc, Aaron and Kenny had entered the flat. Kenny had been literally abashed by the sight of the two naked and exposed women and obviously hadn`t known where to look first. Aaron, however, had decided that whilst Marc was talking to Linh, he could have some fun with the hooded Tao.

»Guess who is it!«, he joked and bent down to Linh whom he considered to be her twin sister. The Vietnamese cringed as she felt his hands on her breasts and Tao forced herself to smile to the scene.

»Always remember that this is exactly what Linh meant to be your fate!«, she told herself and then turned towards Marc, trying to sound confident:

»So, where are my brother in law and his friend?«

»We haven`t found them yet – but on the other hand, we won`t need to find them that fast. Maybe, you want to contact your friends so we can organize the girls getting shipped!«

Tao managed to keep a calm face. Of course, she didn`t have such contacts. And if Marc insisted on her calling someone, she would have to improvise quickly.

Meanwhile, Aaron had started to massage the hooded woman further down, playfully tugging on her tight crotch rope. To his surprise, she responded by thrusting her pelvis towards him.

»You – you like that?«, he asked. Linh rolled her eyes under her hood and let out an indignant grunt. Then, she once again moved her pelvis, though these movements made the crotch rope burn like fire. If only this idiot would recognize she wasn`t Tao!

The man continued groping her, but suddenly, Linh felt him stop, one of his fingers resting on her pubic mound, exactly where her tattoo was.

»Wait a minute!«

»Mmhmmmm!«

Linh vigorously nodded, trying to tell him that he had come to the right conclusions. Aaron scratched his head, rendering what he was about to conclude.

Close to these two, Samantha had witnessed the man groping and fondling Linh, being grateful he hadn`t chosen her instead. However, though she was frightened and embarrassed, Samantha was also no fool and so, she had realized what Linh was doing a few seconds earlier.

»She will blow Tao`s cover!«

The man was just half a yard away from her, crouching between Linh`s splayed legs. Samantha knew that she had only one chance. Hoping that Mike had told the truth about loosening the hook, she threw herself forward.

For a terrible second, the noose around her neck tightened and she felt the painful pull of the crotch rope between her legs as the rope carried her weight. Then, the hook popped out of its hole and Samantha landed on Aaron`s back, sending the man who had been about to raise to the ground.

»Aaron, what are you-«

Marc spun around. At that moment, Vinh jumped into the room. However, in his zeal to help his wife, he put weight on his injured leg. Vinh staggered and fired a round into the ceiling.

At the same time, three guns were aiming at another person: Marc was aiming at Vinh, Tao at Marc and Kenny at Tao whilst Aaron still was trying to get the squirming Samantha off him. Marc, who was no coward, grinned:

»That`s what they call ›Mexican Standoff‹!«

He was no stranger to brawls and fights and so, he had seen his advantages: soon, Aaron would be able to assist them and the Vietnamese would not risk firing the Uzi in a closed room. In addition, the woman who obviously was Tao and not Linh held her gun as if she was not used to firearms.

»Hank!«, Marc barked, »Let the redhead`s boobs go and get your ass inside, I need you here!«

Still, there wasn`t much movement in the room. Vinh was leaning against the wall, the Uzi in his right, but the problem was that firing an automatic gun inside a building was the multiplayer version of Russian Roulette, so to say, as ricocheting bullets could hit anyone inside the room. A few yards away, Tao seemed determined to assist him, but he knew that she would not be of much help. Since it was mandatory in Vietnam, she had completed basic military training, but Tao wasn`t used to pistols. And Samantha had caused a little distraction, but she still was bound and gagged.

On the other side, Kenny also looked rather nervous and Marc also would prefer not to die, but now, Aaron had come to his feet and if this Hank would enter, the whole situation could turn bad.

»I love you, Tao!«, Vinh said in Vietnamese. His wife nodded, desperate to keep an eye on both Kenny and Marc. The latter again yelled for Hank. As the door opened, his grin froze as he looked into the gun barrel of a stranger.

»Perhaps, we should call this ›Maltese Standoff‹!«

Mike looked calmly at the situation that still was far from being one-sided. He himself wasn`t the best marksman; he sure could hit someone in the room, but he could not do tricks like disarming them all before anyone got hurt. So, he had to do the unexpected:

He stepped two steps forward and yelled at Vinh:

»All you had to do was to step through that door and to keep them at gunpoint, you Communist heathen! You had one job!«

Vinh stared at him in disbelief and Marc, also perplexed, did the same. Mike continued, at the same time maneuvering himself closer to Kenny.

»It`s so hard to find good personnel, isn`t it?«

For a ridiculous moment, Marc was about to agree to him when suddenly, things happened very fast. Mike had made grand gestures with his right arm that held the gun and of course, the men had concentrated on his weapon arm anyway. So, nobody had looked at his left arm.

He slammed a backhand blow to Kenny`s hand, knocking the gun from his hand. At the same time, he threw himself against Aaron so the man was pushed backwards and Marc, who had fired at Mike, only hit the doorframe.

However, the little distraction was all that Vinh needed. He had already put his weight on his good leg and, dropping the Uzi, he threw himself upon Marc.

Kenny wanted to join the brawl, but now, Tao aimed at him and he stumbled backwards, raising his hands. Meanwhile, Aaron had managed to grab Mike, but he just slammed his forehead on his opponent`s nose and then punched him hard into the ribs, followed by a knee into the groins. Aaron groaned and crouched, his hands pressed between his legs and Mike leaned over to where Vinh and Marc were engaged in a close brawl. Quite unceremoniously, he grabbed the man`s scalp and pressed the gun`s barrel into his open mouth.

»Live or die, man?«, he asked, citing »Karate Kid II«.

»Glllgg!«, Marc gurgled; perhaps, he hadn`t seen the movie. Mike pushed him over to his equally disarmed comrades and then ordered:

»Now, get out of the house! I don`t want blood on the carpet!«

None of them wanted to find out whether Mike was bluffing and so, they did as they were told, followed by Mike. Outside, they also found Hank who was just regaining his consciousness.

Mike made them take off their jackets and empty their pockets. they also had to take off their shoes and he then tossed them the two pairs of handcuffs, telling Marc to cuff his left ankle to Kenny`s right whilst Aaron was tied to Hank. Like that, the beaten gang of thugs had to stumble into the shed and Mike closed the door behind them and locking them in.

In the door stood Vinh, leaning on Tao. Mike rushed towards them and said:

»They won`t stay inside forever, but I want to go anyway. Tao, help Vinh inside the car!«

He pointed at the smaller car and the two Vietnamese obeyed. Mike quickly gathered the four men`s cell phones and then went into the house. Samantha was still lying on the floor, mmphing as he entered. Mike bowed towards her and said:

»Just a little more patience!«

He turned towards Linh who had helplessly had to listen to the fight around her without a chance of participating or even knowing what was going on. He stepped behind her and put his hands on her shoulders.

»Just FYI, we won!«

He pinched her carotid arteries, knocking her out. Then, he quickly untied her ankles from the chair, only to retie her feet to her wrist cuffs before loading Linh over his shoulders and carrying her to the car in which Vinh was sitting on the passenger seat whilst Tao was standing beside it. She looked at her twin sister with disbelief.

»Why are we taking her with us? Let them have her, to start their business!«

She pointed at the shed. Mike nodded with a grim smile.

»As appealing as this plan would be, I have a different plan! And for that plan, I will maybe need her!«

He placed her inside the car`s boot and then told Tao:

»Now, please free Samantha and then follow me to the hotel. Once we are all reunited there, we can work out our next step!«

He then looked at both her and Vinh who was leaning out of the window and added:

»By the way, you did quite well in there!«

»For Communist heathens, you mean?«, Vinh asked with a grin. Mike nodded.

»Exactly!«

As he went for the van, he was sure that he heard both Vinh and Tao murmur something like »fucking imperialistic bastard«. Smiling, he entered the driver`s seat and drove off so the wheels spun. He did not fear that Marc and his comrades would try an attack, even if they would not take long to break out of the shed. But he knew that it would take another ten minutes until Tao had freed Samantha and helped her to get provisionally dressed and this time, he wanted to have to reunite with Isabelle.

So, after some half an hour, as they were close to the hotel, he stopped the car and then entered the load.

»At least, there are no bombs and grenades this time!«

Isabelle slowly raised her head. She had felt the thrill of potential rescue when she had heard the shot and the sounds of the brawl. At one point, she also had been sure that she had heard Mike`s voice and she had felt a wave of joy and relief, but then, instead of releasing her, the car had just driven away, once again forcing her to get chaffed by the knotty crotch rope on the short, but bumpy ride.

Now, she realized in the dim light of the load`s lighting that the person approaching her was indeed Mike. Isabelle suddenly felt anger and impatience for he hadn`t freed her as soon as he could have and because he was approaching with a smile, but at the same time, there was relief and a wave of warmth flooded through her body as he stepped close so she was leaning against him.

He removed the twine and took the panties from her head, kissing her forehead and brushing over her nose, causing her to cringe her nose, though she tried to remain calm. Then, he carefully cut the rope around her waist and she moaned when this made the crotch rope move, too, changing some of the dull pain into a more burning one.

»This time, I will prefer the faster way!«

He simply cut the rope and Isabelle reared up as the crotch rope fell. The wave of pain made her shudder and she was glad that Mike held her tight in his arm whilst he was working on the tape around the lower half of her face. Isabelle, still tied with her arms and legs spread, held still whilst the pain between her legs slowly reduced to a tingle. She knew that in a minute, the panties would come off her mouth and she moaned with anticipation.

»There`s a new freckle on your nose! How cute!«

»Mhhmmm?«

With a grin, Mike removed the last round of tape.

»I just wanted to distract you when I pulled the tape from your skin. But anyway, your freckles are cute!«

He felt Isabelle`s breasts heave and saw the glance in her eyes as he carefully pulled the sodden wad from her mouth, realizing that it were two entangled pairs of panties. Once her mouth was free, Isabelle wanted to say something, but just drooled over her chin. Mike chuckled.

»That – isn`t – funny!«, she croaked hoarsely, but when their eyes met, she had to giggle, too.

»The helpless damsel, drooling for her hero!«, he joked.

»Rot in hell!«

Then, their lips met and a moment later, they exchanged a long and passionate kiss. Isabelle pulled on her bonds in the urge to sling her arms around Mike, but at the same time, it felt good to be helplessly delivered to what he did to her. However, there was also a sense of rationality in her and so, when he withdrew from her mouth, she asked:

»What about Samantha?«

»Oh, she`s in the second car. They should be here soon!«

Isabelle let out a sigh of relief.

»How soon?«

Mike shrugged.

»Some five minutes, I think.«

»That should be just enough«, Isabelle said. Mike grinned and looked down on her nude body.

»That`s a bit hasty, but if you insist-«

Now, Isabelle smiled facetiously, though she also blushed slightly.

»I need to pee!«

Mike let out something between a scoff and a grunt and then began to work on her bonds.

»Your Maman really told you how to ruin a moment!«

Isabelle was thinking of a witty remark, but when he had released her, she was collapsing and Mike had to keep her in his arms. As he raised her from the floor, he chuckled.

»James Bond never had to carry his girl to the toilet.«

He bent forward and kissed her. Isabelle responded to this, but then flailed her lower legs, reminding him of letting her go. Mike carried her a few steps from the van and lowered her to the ground and Isabelle staggered against him. Mike firmly, but gently grabbed her arms.

»You can go alone – or shall I hold your hands?«

Isabelle heard that he was only partially mocking her and her legs were still shaky; so, she didn`t protest as he kept her arms in his grip, allowing her to crouch. She giggled, blushing all over.

»This is so wrong!«

She was feeling embarrassed, but at the same time, it didn`t feel that wrong and so, Isabelle relieved herself. She even sighed, though this made Mike chuckle again.

»Every time I save you, you turn on the waterworks, in one way or the other!«

He raised her and pulled her close to him.

»Or, as Churchill might say: you have nothing to offer but sweat, drool, tears – and pee!«

»True romantic words every girl dreams of«, she replied, but slung his arms around him and cuddled against his chest.

»Thanks for coming!«, she breathed and Mike kissed her again. Then, he took her hands and said:

»Since the others will be here any minute, I should do something I hope I will never have to do again!«

Isabelle frowned as he went down to his knees and when he rummaged through his pocket, she gasped.

»Oh my God, I am not ready for this, I am naked and-«

Her thoughts were interrupted as he let her hand go and grabbed her ankle instead. As Isabelle looked down, she saw that he had the panties that had hooded her in his hand. They were a bit sweaty, but she had only worn them for a short time before. Mike made her step into them and grabbed the waistband. Then, he looked up to her and said with a steady voice:

»Isabelle Marceau, I hope that I will never again have to move them in that direction!«

He rose from the ground, slowly pulling her panties up her legs. Isabelle slung her arms around his neck and cocked her head.

»If you now ask me if I want to borrow your jacket, my answer definitely will be ›Yes‹!«

***

»Now, the next game is ›stoking the oven‹!«

Caine`s voice had become more than a little indistinct: since he had left the shower, he had had two more painkiller pills, poured down with the Whiskey from the minibar. However, the mix of alcohol and narcotics had so far not affected his mean fantasy.

Once he had taken the toothbrush from the exhausted Guylène`s sole, he had for a while tested her ticklishness on other regions of her body, but had been disappointed when Cordelia had turned out to be not ticklish at all.

»Looks you are a cold fish – but I will change that!«

He had then freed Guylène`s wrists and ankles, only to tie her arms behind her back, at both wrists and elbows. Like he had done it to Cordelia before, he had also taped her fingers, but then, he had loosened the pantyhose that had acted as a crotch rope. Cordelia`s ankles had also been untied and he had also untied her from the bedframe.

The two women then had to face the wall and stand side by side. Caine had stepped behind them, the three pieces of pantyhose draped over his shoulder. He had tied one around each captive`s waist, pulling it tight, but to their surprise, not connecting it to anything. The last piece, he had used to tie Cordelia`s right ankle to Guylène`s left.

»Now, for some entertaining stuff!«

Cordelia had cringed and mewed as Caine had reached around her and grabbed her waist tie. Looking down, she saw him tie a scarf to it, right below her navel. His hands brushed over her pubic mound as he then tied several knots in the scarf before bringing it between her legs and then threading the end through the waist tie again. Cordelia bit down on her gag, anticipating the pain as he pulled on the knotty crotch scarf, but he just took care that it was snug and let the end dangle over her butt.

He now equipped Guylène with a similar scarf between her legs and then knotted the ends of the two scarves together. Now, their hips touched from being forced to stand so close together, but still, the crotch ropes were just irritating, but far from being painful.

Caine now ordered them to turn around and to position themselves in front of the door. With their ankles tied together, this took a little coordination and when they made small steps and shuffled into the required position, they both felt the knots rub over their soft flesh, but still, this was not more than embarrassing. However, they both looked anxiously over their shoulders as now, they were only inches away from the grenade fixed to the door.

Caine now took the ends of the two scarves and tied them around the door knob, causing some more fearful moans as he repeatedly touched the grenade in the progress. Then, he rummaged through the minibar, finding only a small bottle of beer and one that contained sparkling wine. With a grimace, he took another pill and poured it down with the wine; then, he sat down on the bed, facing the two naked, bound and gagged women, and grinned, one hand holding the beer, the other close to his gun.

»Stoking the oven« wasn`t actually a game, but an exercise: both Guylène and Cordelia had to do squats. Of course, the special arrangement made it quite interesting for Caine to watch nevertheless: the two pairs of thrust out breasts bobbed up and down in front of him and the combination of physical exercise and the fear of the grenade soon made both girls sweat. In addition, whenever they moved downwards, the crotch ropes tightened and the knots rubbed over their most sensitive spots.

After some time, both had involuntarily pulled the knotty scarves between their labia and now, one knot was always rubbing over Cordelia`s clit whenever she squatted – and backwards when she raised. She felt a slight tingle and she now understood where the »game« had gotten its name from.

»The first to stop gets her kneecaps shot!«, Caine murmured. He had changed his position and was now lying on his side like a Roman on his couch. When he tried to wave around his gun, it nearly dropped to the bed. Cordelia realized that he was either drunk or reacting to the pills. But as long as he was awake, she had to continue the strenuous and humiliating squats. Cordelia had well-trained legs, but now, her muscles ached and the slight tingling between her legs had become more intense.

From her right side, she heard a sigh and when she glimpsed over to Guylène, she noticed that her co-captive`s cheeks had reddened and that her nipples had become hard as she was moving up and down. She seemed to have found a way to ease the strain by leaning against the wall and thrusting her pelvis rather than bending her knees.

A look on Caine told Cordelia that he didn`t mind and rather seemed to enjoy the show. Nevertheless, the fact that Caine was only dressed in his pants allowed her to see something else: despite the erotic show right in front of him, Caine wasn`t physically aroused.

Cordelia gulped. This could have two reasons that would have quite different consequences for them: if he was just inebriated, he would perhaps fall asleep and not continue to torture them. But if he was impotent in general, it could be the case that he would compensate his inability by becoming even crueler.

»Mph! Mph! Mhhmmm!«

Beside her, Guylène had become more and more carried away by the massage of her most intimate parts. She had closed her eyes and her moves had become more rhythmical. Now, she accelerated in her movements, accompanied by louder moaning and sighing. Cordelia was forced to join: she was taller and stronger than Guylène, but if she stopped moving, it would only increase the pressure caused by the other`s increasingly energetic throbbing. She felt that her own body began to betray her and that she had begun to also react to her own crotch rope.

»No! This can`t be happening! I have to-«

The intensity of Guylène`s climax distracted her from her own growing arousal. The little brunette now was thrusting herself against the knotty scarf and sent muffled screams and gurgles through the panties stuffing her mouth. Then, her body arched back and stiffened and with some twitching, she came, only to collapse some seconds later. The staggering of her unwanted companion pulled hard on Cordelia`s crotch rope, but at least, Guylène now had stopped moving, allowing Cordelia to catch some breath and to fight down her own urge to continue moving.

Guylène was leaning against the wall, crouching as low as their combined crotch scarves allowed, and fought to breathe normally again whilst coping with the after waves of her orgasm. Cordelia also panted, but when her eyes fell on the bed, she had to oppress a hysteric giggle: Caine had fallen asleep.

»Obviously, your show wasn`t that appealing, Guylène!«

Then, however, she felt as if someone had poured an ice bucket over her head. Their captor was asleep – and rescue was just behind the door in their backs!

»Mhhmmph! Uuuhmmmm!«

She pulled on the tie connecting their ankles until Guylène finally raised her head. Tresses of her hair clung to her face and she looked both embarrassed as totally exhausted, but Cordelia just continued mewing and pointed at the bed with her chin.

Still, there was little they could do, but now, they could at least give it a try!

***