Sisters 24

Michiko looked at her sister, though she would have wished to turn her eyes from her or to at least lower her head. She loved Akiko, a fact the last days had proven even more, but that didn`t mean she loved to stare at her naked body, with sweat glistering on her skin, her erected nipples pointing at her and with her thighs splayed open. Perhaps, it was because she was somehow looking at a mirror, for Michiko was in a similar predicament.

»The only difference is that my position is even worse!«

She bit down on her gag, her own panties that had soaked in her sweat and arousal, and tried to ignore the growing ache in the leg she was standing on. Relief was just a mere inch away, for she could lower her body, just an inch, to rest on the backrest of the chair placed between her legs. Michiko groaned. It would not only mean relief, but also – pleasure.

The vibrating egg was still positioned between her legs and its buzzing sent small waves through her loins; strays that felt pleasant and were creating sparks of arousal that were about to stoke the fire. A few minutes ago, Michiko had given in to the pain in her muscles and sat down, pressing harder on the vibrator and thus intensifying the stimulation. She had reared back and moaned and it had taken her all the remnants of her will and discipline to raise her body again.

It was not only the embarrassment of reacting to the stimulation whilst Akiko was watching. After all, that had happened just the day before and even the greatest humiliation was less threatening on repeat. Michiko felt her cheeks burn. The memory of how Hitoshi had touched her was all too vivid and she felt the tingle in her loins grow. And then, later-

»Mmhhmmmm!«

She shivered at the memory of what had happened some hours before. If she ever got free and would tell the Police that the Yakuza had raped her, they would sure believe her. Everyone would believe her – except for herself. Michiko knew that she had slept with Hitoshi more or less deliberately. Sure, she had been bound and gagged, but he had not forced himself upon her and his touches had been-

Again, she cringed and this time, she allowed herself to rest on the backrest for a second, just to have a strong vibration add to her memories. In front of her, Akiko moaned, too and Michiko managed to straighten up, maybe for the last time.

Her leg, pulled up to a ceiling hook, was connected to Akiko`s crotch rope and her sister was sporting another vibrating egg. So, if Michiko reacted too much to her own situation, it would have quite the effect on Akiko, too. And though she had given in to the Yakuza, she didn`t want her Imouto to be that embarrassed, too.

»Of course, it already has happened! And it has not destroyed anything between us – quite the contrary! Sure, Akiko would forgive her, she would maybe also enjoy it, she-

»Uuuhhhmmmmm!«

Again, Michiko shivered and staggered. Akiko let out a sigh and her loins twitched. Obviously, she was also not indifferent to being stimulated like that and in a ridiculous way, she seemed to wait for Michiko to give her okay.

At that moment, the bedroom door opened and Hitoshi stepped out. Michiko felt fear, embarrassment and anticipation at the same time, but he just rushed for the bathroom with a pile of clothes under his arm. When he returned two minutes later, he was fully dressed and seemed to have washed himself provisionally, too. Then, he turned towards his naked, bound and gagged captives and spoke, slightly raising his voice to be heard over the buzzing of the vibrators.

»Sorry to interrupt you, but I am afraid we have to go on a ride. I just received a mysterious message!«

***

»I just hope that he bought it!«

Mike steered the van over the bumpy road that led to the place he had chosen, just because it was remote and far away from the house where they had fought with the four Maltese gangsters.

When the other car had arrived, Isabelle had been provisionally dressed – though not in his jacket. Mike had told her with regret in his voice that the game wasn`t over yet and that some of the things he needed to win were hidden in his jacket. He had, however, found an orange warning vest in the van`s glove compartment. Isabelle had pouted about having to wear just that and her panties, but she had put it on and when he had stopped her from closing the vest, she had not resisted.

»It`s really a shame to hide such beauty!«

Isabelle had let out a fluttering breath when he had placed a kiss on each of her nipples and when he had closed the vest with a face as if he had just lost a good friend, she had whispered with a hoarse voice:

»Y-you haven`t s-seen them for the l-last time!«

Mike had pulled her closer and looked down on her. One hand was playing with her curls whilst the other pressed her to his chest.

»And in the meantime, there is so much beauty still uncovered!«

His fingers had reached her nape and Isabelle had closed her eyes and arched her head back. She sensed his breath on her face as he bent over her and she parted her lips. However, instead of kissing her, he playfully touched her nose with the tip of his tongue.

»First of all, that lovely new freckle on your nose!«

»Rot in hell!«

She had cuddled closer to him, feeling how his hand wandered down her back as he continued kissing her forehead, eyes and cheeks, but obviously keeping her mouth for desert. His fingers had brushed over the strip of naked flesh between the hem of the vest and her panties and then, she had wriggled her hips as he groped her buttock, pulling her lap closer to him. Without opening her eyes, Isabelle had slung her arms around Mike`s neck and demanded a kiss. When she had just been about to pull herself up and sling her legs around him, they had heard the sound of an approaching car, followed by the steps of naked feet on the ground.

»The fine art of killing moments – Marceau style!«, Mike had sighed as Samantha had pushed between them and hugged her sister. He had leaned back and listened with a smile as the girl had told Isabelle in light speed about the fight at the hut and both her and Mike`s role in it. He had just begun to enjoy his role as the hero of the day when suddenly Isabelle had approached him.

»So, you have kissed my sister?«

Mike had looked at her, with her hands on her hips and her green eyes sparkling. He had been about to tell her how beautiful she looked when she was angry, but decided against it.

»You are not even denying it!«, Isabelle had continued.

»Come on, Coeur de Soeur, it was just a small kiss – almost without tongue!«, Samantha had said.

»Thank you, that`s very helpful!«, Mike had grunted whilst Isabelle now shot an angry glance at her sister. As she had turned back to him, she had snapped:

»Don`t look at me as if all your remaining brain cells just quit working!«

»Well, stop distracting me then!«

He had let his eyes wander over her and Isabelle had noticed that her angry panting had been too much of a challenge for the tight vest`s small Velcro fastener and it had popped open. With a hiss, she had closed it, but failed to get the two Velcro pads together in her rage.

»You need help?«

Isabelle had showed him her middle finger, but this had made the vest gape open once again. Mike now grabbed her hands and held them firmly.

»We still have two girls to rescue, so, can we delay our first quarrel until that is done?«

He had held her in a tight, yet not brutal grip and looked at her, forcing himself not to focus on her heaving breasts that had more or less come free. Then, after a few seconds in which Isabelle seemed to have calmed down a bit, he let her go and watched as she closed her vest.

»If you say anything about hiding such beauty, I will kick you where you are best supplied with blood!«

»At least, you have told the truth!«

»Eh?«, Isabelle had asked, brought slightly out of concept by his remark. With a grin, Mike had replied:

»Well, you promised me that I hadn`t seen them for the last time!«

For a few seconds, Isabelle had managed to keep up her angry look, but then, her lips had trembled.

»Bastard! How have I earned someone like you?«

She had not resisted as he had pulled her closer to him, but she complained:

»My sister, of all human beings!«

»The second most beautiful woman around!«

»He, I heard that!«, Samantha had insisted, drowning Isabelle`s hissed »Rot in hell!« that Mike took as a peace offer.

»He, take a room!«, Samantha yelled as the kiss of the two turned out to be much more than something fast without much tongue. Then, she shrugged and slung her arms around the two. Isabelle withdrew from Mike and kissed Samantha´s cheek and Mike grinned at her before kissing the girl´s other cheek. Samantha giggled.

»Do I have to wear lilac?«

As Isabelle frowned, she explained:

»As your bridesmaid. I know lilac is a usual color for bridesmaid dresses, but it doesn`t match my hair!«

Isabelle let out a strange sound and Mike chuckled.

»So, we are engaged now. Well, it could be worse!«

»Yeah, you could have gotten my sister!«, Isabelle snorted, but she showed a puzzled smile. Samantha took her sister`s face in her hands and placed a wet kiss on her lips. Then, she also kissed Mike.

»Welcome to our family!«

When she pranced away, Isabelle looked at Mike who still held her in his arms.

»Say something romantic to save that moment, or I`ll strangle Samantha!«

Mike looked into her eyes and cleared his throat.

»Well, you look beautiful when you are angry-«

Isabelle scoffed, but cuddled closer to him.

»That new freckle really is cute-«

She kicked against his shin, but with her bare feet, she couldn`t do much damage.

»And you definitely kiss better than your sister!«

»Rot in hell!«

They kissed before they followed Samantha to the other car. Only now, they noticed that the younger Marceau sister had arrived alone.

»Vinh`s ankle got worse and so, I let them out at your car and Tao`s driving him to hospital. She will then come to us at the hotel once a doctor has bandaged his leg properly.«

Mike nodded and then, he took out his cell phone. He had left the phone of the criminal with Cordelia, but he had saved the number of the Yakuza.

»Now, my future wife and sister in law: do you think you can get to the hotel, even with the – excess baggage?«

He pointed at the car`s trunk where Linh was stowed. Mike now remembered that Isabelle didn`t know about their prisoner, but Samantha could explain that to her. Also, once at the hotel, Cordelia could help the two sisters to cope with the fat that there was another naked woman bound and gagged in Isabelle`s room. Perhaps, his job would be the easier one.

»I have an idea how to free the two Japanese girls. But at the same time, I need someone who can stand a difficult situation to help Cordelia. So, you will go there and I will come to you later – most likely with the two girls.«

The two protested; Samantha of course wanted to be involved in saving Akiko and Isabelle was sure that dealing with the Yakuza would be no picnic. But Mike insisted on going alone.

»I know you are a brave Policewoman – but there are a few things to handle at the hotel, too. So, just let me go. After all, we are not married yet.«

»Oh, if Samantha goes on like she did, that will be a matter of minutes!«

She forced a smile on her face, but then, she slung her arms around him.

»Please, take care of yourself!«

»If not, I promise to rot in hell!«

He kissed her and then quickly got into the van and drove off whilst Samantha put her arm around Isabelle.

»Cheer up, Coeur de Soeur! A man who preferred you over me will also be able to find his way back to you!«

Isabelle chuckled whilst fighting back her tears. The two entered the car and drove off.

In the trunk, Linh had only partially been able to overhear the conversation, but she had been busy anyway. When she had regained her consciousness, she had found herself still naked, bound, gagged and hooded and with the tight rope bisecting her crotch. She had quickly realized that she had been stowed in the trunk of a car. A trunk that seemed to be filled with various things. Biting down on her vile tasting gag, Linh had ignored the pain between her legs and groped around in the darkness. After a while, she had found something that felt like a piece of wire.

As the car accelerated again, Linh began to work on her handcuffs.

***

Mike had quickly looked over a digital map of Malta to find a remote place in the countryside. Then, he had sent a message to the Yakuza, hoping that the man would believe he was Marc. He even changed the profile picture to some generic Maltese motive.

»This place is no longer save! Meet me at Marfa Field at midnight, bring the Hondas!«

He hoped that the man would fall for it and appear at the remote area. Then, he could make him an offer he couldn`t refuse.

»Too bad Vinh isn`t with me! On the other hand, if things go South, at least, Tao won`t be a widow!«

He hesitated for a moment and then, he sent another message to Cordelia, telling her that soon, Isabelle and Samantha would arrive at the hotel and that she should perhaps get to the parking lot and expect them with some clothes.

***

Vinh had slightly exaggerated the pain in his ankle to be alone with his wife. However, when they were sitting in the car and he wanted to kiss her, Tao stiffened and glanced at him.

»So, you slept with my sister?«

Vinh`s jaw dropped, but the expression on his face told Tao that Linh hadn`t been lying and her eyes filled with tears. Beside her, Vinh asserted:

»It was only once – and she tricked me, making me believe she was you!«

»And you believed that? I mean, we look the same, but didn`t you notice any – difference before you – started?«

In fact, when Linh had approached him on that very occasion, he had felt glad that obviously, Tao had lost her shyness and then, he had been unable to think at all. However, he knew if he told Tao that, it would be his last words.

»I will get you to an ambulance! We may then talk – later!«

Tao then fell silent and in the silence, Vinh felt the temperature inside the car go down some 50 degrees. He made an attempt to speak, but the look in Tao`s eyes made him keep his mouth shut until they had reached the hospital.

***

When Mike`s message reached Cordelia, the phone was lying on the bed, but none of the three persons in the room was taking notice of it. Caine was still sleeping and both Cordelia and Guylène were desperately working on their bonds.

In theory, the task was quite easy: untie the scarves from the doorknob, then remove the twine tied to the grenade`s ring. Then open the door and get to the corridor before Caine woke up. However, with their fingers taped, this was easier said than done.

Guylène was still exhausted from the forced orgasm and so, she had kept an eye on the sleeping man whilst Cordelia had contorted and brought her free left foot to the doorknob. The position made the scarf tied between her legs tighten to an almost unbearable pint, but she bit down on her panty gag and concentrated on picking on the knots with her toes.

Both girls twitched and gasped when they heard a sound from the bed, but Caine had just turned to his side and now was snoring. Cordelia felt a little relief: as long as they heard him snore, they knew that he wouldn`t see what they were doing!

Progress was slow, but now, Guylène could also help and after some minutes, the scarves came loose. Both girls panted, but then, they examined the way the grenade was fixed to the door.

»Mph!«

It took them some more gagged conversation until they had found a solution: whilst Guylène would press her body against the grenade to keep it steady, Cordelia would try to get her fingers between the door and the twine and pull. There was the risk that this would pull the trigger, but the twine was just taped to the wall. Holding her breath, she carefully pulled and indeed, after some stops for she feared to have loosened the ring, she succeeded and the twine came loose.

»Freedom!«, she thought and forced herself to remain calm for the last, but not least challenge: they both stepped back until they nearly touched Caine on the bed, then, Cordelia slowly raised her leg. With her toes, she tried to turn the doorknob. Beside her, Guylène let out a fluttering breath and Cordelia was feeling her leg ache, but then, the door fell open. It was just a gap, but now, they could open it and stagger onto the empty corridor.

They had made just three steps when they heard a grunt from inside the room, followed by a curse. Caine was awake!

»Mhhrmmmm!«

Guylène tried to jump forward, forgetting that she was still tied to Cordelia`s ankle. Both women staggered and Cordelia painfully slammed against a door. It was made of metal. The elevator!

»Mhhmph!«

Seeing a shadow in the corner of her eyes, Cordelia bent forward and pressed the button with her nose.

»Where are you, girls?«

Caine`s voice was still drawling, but nevertheless threatening. Then, he slowly stepped onto the corridor.

PING!

The elevator`s door swished open and the two women more fell then stepped into the cabin. Cordelia landed on the floor, but Guylène somehow managed to hit a button before she also lost her balance.

Helplessly entangled, the two naked, bound and gagged women heard Caine approach, then, they saw his hand, holding the grenade.

In the moment he looked at them, the door closed. A sober and agile Caine would easily have stopped it, but now, it shut the fraction of a second before he could get his fingers into the gap.

Cordelia was still trying to get up when the lift reached its destination. Since now, it opened on the other side, she fell backwards and was still lying half in the lift, half on the corridor.

»Mhhmmmph!«

Guylène was now lying above her and her still sweaty body was grinding against hers whilst they tried to orientate and get to their feet. Cordelia had expected to be on another corridor or maybe at the lobby. The latter would have been embarrassing, but at the same time, other people meant rescue. However, when she and her fellow captive struggled to get up, occasionally pushed by the lift`s door trying to close, she realized that they were in a corridor with greyish concrete walls and a metal door a few yards away.

The hotel »New Dolmen« offered a parking garage located under the ground floor. Guests could reach it via a ramp and from the parking lots, they could reach the rooms by the elevator. Now, in the midst of the night, the corridor was empty. However, when the two bound women had come to their feet, the metal door leading towards the corridor opened.

»Que diable-«

A small redhead in a bathrobe stared at the two women in front of her that were totally nude and whose eyes looked even wider than they already because of their gags. The taller one let out a moan and suddenly, Samantha recognized her.

»Cordelia? What happened?«

»Mhhmmm! Uuhhmmph!«

At that moment, another sound could be heard: fast steps coming down the stairs. Now, both woman seemed to be scared and staggered towards Samantha, desperately trying to communicate through the panties in their mouths that they were in imminent danger.

Samantha looked around, trying to cope with the new situation. During the trip to the hotel, she had told Isabelle about the fact that Linh was in the trunk, bound and gagged. Isabelle had just taken a deep breath and said:

»Let`s get to Cordelia and see if she`s well! Then, we can take care of her!«

She remembered only too well what Linh had done to her and Samantha and so, since she was securely stowed, handing her to the Police could wait a while.

Approaching the hotel, they had decided that Isabelle would wait at the cart whilst Samantha would get them some clothes. Walking through the corridors dressed in a robe and panties was a bit strange, but having to do so in a warning vest and panties would have been embarrassing.

»Hhrrrmmm!«

With eyes like saucers, Cordelia pointed at the staircase door with her chin and Samantha got the fact that whoever was coming obviously was the one that had put Cordelia and the small brunette in their current predicament.

»Let`s go!«

She grabbed Cordelia`s upper arm, pulling her towards the door to the parking lot. With a hop that would have looked funny under other circumstances, Guylène managed to keep up with the woman tied to her ankle and they stumbled out when the staircase door flew open.

The sight of two naked women tied side by side had been stunning, but the newcomer definitely beat that: it was a tall man, clad only in a towel that was more or less covering his middle. His right shoulder was swollen and shimmering in red and blue, he had a bloody bandage around his left upper arm and his face showed a grimace of hatred. In his hand, he held a ball that Samantha recognized as a grenade.

»Merde!«

Samantha stumbled backwards and ran into Cordelia and Guylène. All three women staggered and their shying back was stopped by a parked car. The man now showed a grin that made his face even less appealing and pushed his finger through the ring of the grenade.

»So, this is how it ends!«

The three frightened women heard the squeaky sound that accompanied the roar of an engine, but they gasped when suddenly, something from the right hit the man in his side, throwing him through the air until he landed beside the door to the corridor.

Not turning off the engine, Isabelle shouted:

»Get inside the car! Quick!«

She had watched the scene in front of her with disbelief, but when the man had appeared, she had reacted quickly and used the only effective weapon she had: the car.

»Come on, move it!«

Samantha had recovered the fastest and had ripped open the back door. Now, she was pushing and prodding, impatiently forcing Cordelia and Guylène to enter the car, though both tried to do so as fast as they could anyway. Meanwhile, Isabelle kept the motor running, anxiously looking at the man who wasn`t moving, but who still held the grenade in his hand. How many seconds had passed since she had hit him?

When Samantha had wedged the others inside, Isabelle put in the reverse gear and her sister threw herself over the two entangled bodies, not bothering to close the door. Isabelle accelerated and managed to steer the car out of the parking garage. Still, there was no explosion.

»Wow!«

It was Samantha who was pulling herself upwards on the passenger seat and had pushed her head between the seats. Then, she added:

»Did you – did you kill him?«

»Get in and find out!«, Isabelle replied, oppressing a hysteric laugh. Then, she cleared her throat and added in a more reasonable tone:

»Let`s get somewhere quiet and free Cordelia and the other! Then, we will see!«

Samantha climbed on the passenger seat and both Cordelia and Guylène didn`t complain either and so, Isabelle drove into the midst of the night.

***

When Isabelle had hit him with the bumper, Caine had reflexively pulled on the grenade`s ring. However, unlike it is presented in most movies, these rings didn`t come off easily; after all, they were meant to keep a dangerous weapon from killing everyone in a range of several yards and so, it took a considerable effort to pull the ring.

So, all he had managed was to add an abrasion on his index finger to his wounds and the grenade was still dangling from his hand. What had knocked him out had been the concussion when he had hit the wall with the back of his head and like that, he was found by the clerk who had been alarmed by the noise. Said clerk wasn`t a hero, but also no fool and the sight of a naked man, covered in blood and holding a grenade, made him call an ambulance and also the Police.

Five minutes later, the still unconscious Caine was lying on a stretcher and the grenade was secured by a member of the Police squad. The clerk wondered how emphatically the Police Officer, a Captain Thomas Marsa, was thanking him. After all, he had just made a phone call.

However, Captain Marsa had his own reasons to feel happy. Just some hours ago, he had been at that hotel already; at that time, he had helped his uncle Marc in abducting three women from their room. Though he had done what Uncle Marc called his »family duty«, he had suffered from what he had done and so, when he had seen that the emergency call had come from the hotel »New Dolmen«, he had seen it as a sign and insisted on leading the squad.

Now, this had turned out to be the best decision he could have made. The man that had caused the turmoil was someone who ran under the name of »Caine«, a mysterious person suspected of several crimes, but so far, they had never been able to put a hand on him. Now, he had been caught with a grenade whilst he had obviously done some nude wrestling with a truck before, according to his numerous wounds and bruises.

Captain Marsa grinned once he was sure that the clerk could not see him. He maybe had assisted in a criminal act, but at least, he could end his shift with the arrest of a real big fish!

***

Once he had reached Marfa field, Mike took off his jacket and left the van. The area was abandoned, but the moon was shining on the field, lighting him quite well. He had parked on a spot from where he could watch both sides of the adjacent road.

A few yards away from the van, he drew his gun, placed it on the ground and stepped a big step backwards before sitting down cross-legged. It looked a bit as if he was meditating.

Mike knew that if his plan should work, he had to look as less threatening as possible to the Yakuza. The only problem was that he could easily be killed if the other considered him a threat nevertheless.

»All in!«, he said to himself as he saw the lights of an approaching car.

***