The Little Death 5

Before anything started, the two damsels and their captors had dinner on which Sophia checked both her water and sandwiches if Ingrid wasn`t trying to smuggle a pill in it. But if she had done so, she hadn`t noticed it and despite a certain nervousness, Sophia didn`t feel other than before.

After the dinner, they were once again gagged and first Sophia was given a few minutes in their cell to use the toilet. When it was Luana`s turn, Greg suddenly stepped towards her and threw her over his shoulder. Sophia moaned and squirmed, but he just slapped his hand on her buttocks. His fingers remained there, both steadying her and letting his thumb wander between her legs.

»Nhhhmmm! Mmhhmmph!«

»You still seem a bit tense to me!«, Ingrid remarked as Greg carried her towards the room where Luana had been tied and vibrated the day before. Sophia intensified her struggles, but it seemed to rather amuse the bulky man whilst Ingrid just plucked Sophia`s glasses from her nose and put them into her pocket.

The room was considerably larger than Sophia had expected. Without her glasses, she could only see half of the equipment, but it reminded her of a strange mixture of a gym and a torture chamber. Greg slapped her buttocks for a second time and then, he placed her on an upholstered bench. On the foot end, it had an equally upholstered board that could be opened by a hinge. There were two small openings and whilst Greg kept her upper body pinned down, Ingrid freed Sophia`s ankles and placed them in these openings before closing and locking the board again. Now, her feet were trapped and Sophia noticed with dismay that she had to keep her legs spread considerably wide.

Now, Greg grabbed the short chain of her handcuffs that still tied her hands in front of her and raised her arms over her head. Sophia had to stretch and felt even more as if the bench was a medieval torture rack.

On its other end, the bench had a thick roll attached on which Sophia had to rest the back of her head. Greg bent her arms over the roll and tied the handcuffs to an eyelet under the bench with a padlock, so Sophia`s head was framed by her upper arms. Ingrid checked the arrangement and then, she pressed a button on the side of the bench.

»Mhhmmm! Uuuhhmmm!«

Sophia heard a whirring and the board in which her feet were locked moved downwards, putting considerable strain to her position. The upholstery prevented her from getting hurt, but when Ingrid stopped the machine, her legs were stretched and she found that she could hardly move anything but her head.

»Greg, I have to get my special bag for our guest! You may play a little with her, but don`t be too rough!«

Sophia screamed into the ball in her mouth, but Greg just bent over her and started to knead her breasts. Obviously, »not too rough« meant in his case »just not painful«. He groped her all over, seemingly turned on by her whimpers, but he withdrew immediately when Ingrid returned after a few minutes that seemed like eons to the poor girl.

»Thank you, Greg, I won`t need you anymore!«

The man groped her boobs one last time and then, he indeed left the room. Ingrid looked down on the panting Sophia who was fighting not to sob. Then, the blonde pushed two fingers between Sophia`s legs and felt for her middle.

»Nnhhmmmpph! Ghhmmmm!«

»Obviously, you did not respond to Greg`s idea of a foreplay.«

Sophia stared at her with widened eyes, but Ingrid just sat on the bench and said:

»I hope you did not think that I would have Greg his way with you to the bitter end? I am quite sure we could not develop a pill that could make you enjoy that!«

She giggled and opened the bag she had brought with her.

»My approach might be a bit unorthodox, but I am not sadistic just for the fun of it. Anyway, before we can start, you will need some preparation. Don`t be afraid, it won`t hurt!«

She produced a roll of tape and tore off two small pieces. Then, she placed two balls of cotton wool on Sophia`s eyes and taped them in place, blindfolding the girl. Then, she loosened the scarf that was still tied around Sophia`s neck and tied it over her eyes, too, so tight it felt like a vice grip on her head. Finally, she used some ten rounds of vet wrap to further secure the blindfold.

»As you may guess, we will try sensory deprivation tonight. I will take you the ability to see and hear and your smelling and tasting will also be a bit – limited. So, you will be able to fully concentrate on your sense of touch!«

»Mmhhmmm!«

Ignoring her pleas, Ingrid grabbed Sophia`s hair so she had to hold still. With her other hand, she worked some cotton wool into her left ear canal and further stuffed her ear with some wax. Then, Sophia felt her place a kiss on her earlobe before she turned to her other ear.

»Before I continue, there is something you should know: as soon I have rendered you deaf and gagged you more thoroughly, Luana will take over. Today, I could see that you two are getting on well together and as they say, never change a winning team!«

Sophia moaned and Ingrid added:

»You will soon get a taste of your dear friend Luana!«

She then stuffed Sophia`s right ear and now, she was confined in a terrible silence, though she could somehow still sense the sounds she made by herself. She panted heavily and when Ingrid removed her gag, she tried to speak, but unable to hear her words, she felt as if she was babbling unintelligibly.

Her lips were dabbed with something soft and then, something squeezed her nose shut. Sophia almost panicked and she opened her mouth to cry, only to get the soft cloth shoved between her lips. There was an unpleasant, slightly bitter taste she remembered all too well: it was a pair of panties. Suddenly, she remembered what Ingrid had said about »a taste of Luana«. These weren`t her own! Another picture appeared in front of her inner eye: Luana in nothing but her black panties, when she had been tortured with the vibrator!

»Nnnggg! Mmhhhmm! Uuuhmmm!«

Sophia really tried to fight it, but Ingrid used the clothespin on her nose with expertise, always waiting until she was about to choke before she allowed some air in. Thus, the poor girl had no other chance as to gasp for air and to open her mouth. More and more of the smooth cloth went behind her teeth, filling her cheeks and almost touching the back of her throat. She tasted the familiar, vile taste – and yet, it was different and definitely much more intense.

When Ingrid couldn`t cram the panties any deeper into Sophia`s mouth, she added some additional packing. Then, something thin was tied at the girl`s nape, so tight it cut into the corners of her mouth. The ends were brought over her gagged mouth and there, Ingrid tied three more knots, adding additional pressure on the dense gag. The clothespin had been removed and Sophia panted heavily through her nose. There was yet another unpleasant smell and she realized that the second part of her gag was a pair of pantyhose; the crotch part had been stuffed into her mouth and the legs had been used to secure the gag whilst the feet were now only an inch below her nostrils.

»Ghhmmmm!«

She rather felt the vibrations of her scream in her throat than she actually could hear it. Something was pulled over her head and then, Ingrid again squeezed her nose shut. It was only for a few seconds before she allowed Sophia to breathe again and she repeated the game. Sophia could not help panting, though her brain told her that Ingrid would not try to really suffocate her. Then, she realized the last perfidy: Ingrid obviously had pulled a second pair of panties over her head and placed the crotch part over her nose, forcing her to taste the fragrance of the original owner on every breath.

The gag and the panty hood were secured by more vet wrap, some 20 rounds this time. Ingrid placed a kiss on Sophia`s forehead and then, there was terrible silence when the blonde left her.

***

Ingrid only went out of the room, just to see that Luana was ready. She smiled as she saw how she had been arranged. Lan had surpassed herself.

»You really have a sense of aesthetics, Lan!«

The Chinese stepped away a bit so Ingrid could admire Luana`s bondage from all sides. Lan had started by putting a rope over the girl`s neck, cross the ends between her breasts and then lead the ends back under her arms. She then had threaded them under the rope at her nape and pulled the slack out, so the ropes uplifted Luana`s breasts, chaffing them in the process.

Next, she had forced Luana to bring her lower arms upwards behind her back so she could tie her wrists to the back of her neck, not crossed, but parallel, in what was called a reverse prayer. It was a very inconvenient position, but when Luana would try to pull on her bonds, she would add pressure to her nape and her breasts, but not block her breathing.

The dangling ends had then be slung around her elbows and left dangling whilst Lan had tied another rope twice around Luana`s waist, pulling it extremely tight before knotting it off. Then, she had turned the inconvenient bondage in a horrific one.

She had taken the dangling ends and tied them together at two places some foot away from each other. Then, she had brought the ends between Luana`s legs, threaded them through her rope belt – and pulled.

Most Shibari artist preferred soft ropes, but Lan had used a rougher hemp rope. She had stepped on Luana`s feet whilst Bao had held the girl by her shoulders as she had tightened the ropes. They had found the way between her buttocks and then between her labia, causing Luana to wail into her gag and making her eyes water. Lan saw that she had, as usual, guessed the distance right: when the ropes had sunk deep into her victim and she was satisfied with the tightness, the second knot pressed directly on Luana`s clit.

Careful not to cause any slack, she had threaded the rope ends back between the girl`s legs, framing her outer labia. Then, she had tied them off to her elbows that were painfully pulled both inwards and downwards, making every slight movement pure agony.

She knew that Luana was a tough woman, but now, she was panting and aching. Bao placed the chair behind her and put his hands on Luana`s shoulders, forcing her to sit down. This made the line of fire between her legs even worse, but Lan sat astride her lap and smiled sardonically as the helpless girl whimpered and flailed with her legs. Then, she used a thin cord to bind her thumbs and other fingers together. Luana could not reach the ends of the ropes tying her, but she did not want her to be able to work on the gag she would tie to her next. Actually, she could also have taped her fingers, but she liked how the thin rope cut into the flesh of her fingers.

Now, Bao grabbed her scalp, forcing Luana to arch back her head, and removed her gag. Lan began by slowly, but thoroughly stuffing Sophia`s torn panties Ingrid had given her into her oral crevice. She then pulled a second pair over her head. It were plain white cotton ones that were one of Lan`s own.

»I wore these on the flight from Shanghai to Marseille!«

Luana just chortled and Lan tied a knot into a scarf, forced that between the girl`s lips and tied it off at the back of her head so Sophia`s panties were forced deeper into her mouth whilst Lan`s pressed against her lips. Over that, she tied another scarf, covering everything between her nose and her chin. A third scarf that was tied over both her mouth and nose completed the gag.

Ingrid admired the tight bondage and giggled as Luana gasped when she playfully pulled on the knot over her clit. Then, she realized that Lan had obviously dressed for the event: she was wearing the khaki uniform of an Officer of the People`s Liberation Army in which she had the position of a Major, though she was currently in the Chinese Secret Service.

»A taste of what will happen to her if she doesn`t obey?«

Lan nodded.

»I think she will be as obedient as usual!«

After she had been kidnapped, Luana had tried to fight her abductors and it had taken the combined strength of Greg and Bao to keep her restrained. But then, Lan had talked to her. Luana was a naturalized American, but most of her family still lived in Taiwan and Lan had made it clear to her that it would be no problem to send a few Chinese agents to the island and make her parents and sibling pay for her insubordination. Lan had given her enough private information about her family that Luana believed that this wasn`t just an empty threat. And thus, she had started to cooperate with her abductors.

»Tonight, Lan will do a few tests with Sophia. However, Sophia thinks it is you who will be with her. But you will sure keep this little secret to yourself, won`t you?«

She yanked on Luana`s crotch rope and the girl couldn`t help whimpering before she forced herself to nod, staring daggers at Ingrid.

»The day after tomorrow, your younger brother will attend the University at Taipei. It would be a shame if he had to get to his parents` funeral instead!«, Lan added and also pulled on the crotch rope. Again, Luana nodded.

»Good girl!«

Her two captors grabbed her upper arms and escorted her to the room where Sophia was waiting. Each step made the ropes between her legs saw into her soft flesh and her bust was heaving. She also was unable to oppress an occasional sigh.

Inside, she saw Sophia tied to the rack. Most of her head was hidden under rounds of bandages and her nose was covered by something white. Luana could only guess it was also a pair of panties.

They positioned Luana under a hook in the ceiling from which a long rope was dangling. Lan tied one end to Luana`s right knee and then pulled on the other until her captive had to raise her leg. Higher and higher, she had to lift her right leg, until her knee was at the height of her shoulder. Lan then tied the other end off to the girl`s crotch rope. As a final touch, she placed a stool behind her.

»Just sit down if you like!«

Lan smiled. If she had guessed right – and she usually did –, the rope was so tight that Luana would just not be able to touch the seat with her buttocks without risking to stagger and to hang on her crotch rope with all her weight.

Whilst Luana did her best to balance on her left foot, trying to show as less of her emotions as possible, Lan stepped in front of her and tenderly brushed over the little piece of cheek that was not covered by her gag. Her smile made Luana shudder: not like Ingrid`s that could turn from charming to icy in the fraction of a second, but because it wasn`t made up. Lan really was enjoying what she was doing.

»Now, what do you think, Luana? Will she be an even tougher nut to crack than you?«

Luana ached. The test their captors now would run on Sophia was at the same time simple and pure evil: they tested how much it took to bring the captive to climax when she was in a definitely not aroused state.

Now, Lan`s index finger caressed her carotid artery and Luana only too well remembered when Lan had had her way with her. It had been humiliating, terrifying – but in the end, Luana had climaxed like she had never done before. The result was that her despise for the Chinese was mixed with a considerable amount of fear and also a little respect.

»If we could put the sheer essence of that woman into a pill, we would have what we are looking for!«, she thought. Lan placed a soft kiss on her forehead and then turned towards Ingrid:

»Now, let´s see if the differences of race and culture really matter!«

Ingrid sat down on a chair and watched with interest as the Chinese woman now approached Sophia.

***

Sophia had been unaware of what had been going on so close to her. She could barely squirm, neither hear nor see and her gag turned out to be monstrous. Each part of her oral crevice was filled with either Luana`s panties or her pantyhose and not only did they taste vile, the origin of that taste was making her cringe. She knew that, sooner or later, she would have to swallow and the mere thought of that made her pant – forcing her to also smell another woman`s crotch.

She twitched as she felt a faint breeze on her body. First, she hadn`t noticed it, but then, she realized that there were little blows of air: the breath of another person closely examining her body.

»Uuhhmmmmm! Mmhhmmmmm!«

Sophia squirmed the little her bonds allowed.

»This must be Luana! I wonder what she will make her do!«

Sophia remembered what her co-captive had mentioned about fear for her family and she was sure that whatever Luana would do, she would not do it on her free will. Like earlier, when they had been in the bathtub and Luana had soaped and washed her-

Now, she felt her warm breathe on her pubic mound and in front of her inner eye, she could see how Luana was standing bent over her, as if she was scenting her. Sophia could not help blushing all over.

Lan could feel the uneasiness of the helpless woman in front of her and she moistened her lips. Though she enjoyed being in charge, she wasn`t sadistic for its own sake. She did not want Sophia to suffer, but to exact power to her.

She had read what Ingrid had collected about Sophia`s personal situation: no partner for years, obviously no affairs either. It seemed that this woman was related solely to her career and Lan doubted that she even used her own hands or toys to get some relief. On the other hand, it didn`t seem that Sophia could be called uptight. She and Ingrid had worked together on a rather sexual subject and according to the blonde German, Sophia had always spoken openly about things like arousal and desires.

Lan flexed her fingers, but didn`t touch her victim yet. She knew that analyzing her was important and she was proud of how much she could read from a woman by just looking at her body.

Slowly, she went to the girl`s feet locked inside the block. When she blew some air on her soles, Sophia flailed her feet a little and let out a faint sound. She repeated the process on one sole and now, the foot twitched as if Sophia was trying to shoo a fly.

»So, you are ticklish, my European rose!«

Had Lan`s goal just been to break Sophia`s self-confidence, she would just have tickled her soles until the woman had wet herself. In an interrogation, this was quite often a surprisingly effective approach, especially if the victim was watched by men. However, Lan always considered coercion as an art and she preferred a more delicate approach.

She reached for the bag she had brought with her. Unlike Ingrid`s handbag, is was more like a tool box with many small compartments. Lan liked to have her torture devices in good order.

In the corner of her eye, she looked at Luana who was staring at her with the same fascination a mouse might have when watching an approaching snake. When she had dealt with her, Lan had explained her actions, showed her the instruments, so to say. In Sophia`s case, she would use the element of surprise.

Taking her time, Lan chose a long, delicate chain. It was a silver necklace and she let it dangle close to Sophia`s feet. The girl twitched whenever the chain touched her soles. Since the block kept her feet some two feet apart from each other, Lan grabbed a second chain and now teased her soles simultaneously. Sophia squirmed and twisted her feet, trying to avoid the tickling touches. Some high-pitched sounds showed her growing discomfort.

As usual, Lan analyzed her victim whilst playing with her. She concluded that Sophia had enough self-control to stand some slight tickling. Lan took one of the chains and carefully wound it around the toes on her left foot. Sophia`s chest heaved and Lan could almost see her bite down on her gag, but she persisted, even when she threaded the other chain around her right toes. With a smile, Lan now picked the ends of the chains and pulled. Slowly, the chains slid over the soft skin between the girl`s toes and after only a few inches, Sophia twitched and flailed, accompanied by heavy breathing and uncontrolled, heavily muffled laughter. When the end of the chain was reached, Lan paused and watched her victim, pleased to see a few beads of perspiration on her body already.

She allowed Sophia to catch breath for a few seconds; then, she bent forward and began to kiss her right sole whilst she caressed the left with her hand. She dosed the intensity of her touch so Sophia could just stand it. She felt the girl`s tension and heard her oppressed panting as she forced herself to endure the soft touches and Lan sent waves of small tickling strays through her feet. For a while, the Chinese teased her – only to then pull the chains through the gaps between her toes again.

The game went on for some more minutes and Lan noticed that it went the way she wanted: the helpless Sophia now lingered for the moments when her feet were only tenderly caressed and almost appreciated them as the lesser of two evils. One last time, she pulled on the chains to remove them. She then stepped forward and let them slide over the girl`s legs. Sophia let out fluttering breaths and when the chains touched the insides of her knees, she could not help groaning and wriggling.

»So, that`s another of your sensitive spots?«, Lan thought and pushed two fingers under the back of Sophia`s right knee, fondling her there. Sophia reared up and moaned and Lan continued whilst cupping her victim`s pubic mound with her other hand.

When she stopped tickling Sophia`s knee, it took the exhausted woman a few moments to realize that there was a hand touching her most intimate parts. This hand slightly moved, putting a tender massage to her labia whilst her thumb pressed steadily against her clit.

»Uuhhmmmph! Nnnggggg! Mph!«

The tickle torture had taken its toll, but Sophia still found some strength to indicate that she didn`t like to be touched by Luana that way. The hand stopped moving, but remained where it was – and then, Luana tickled her knee again.

»Hhrrrrrrrmmmm! Uuhhhmmm!«

Sophia could not help bucking and thrashing the little her tight bonds allowed. Only when she felt she would faint, the tickling stopped. Hyperventilating, Sophia tried to catch breath again and thus, she only realized that the massage of her pussy had continued when it had went on for a while. Then, she felt something else down there: the blows of a warm breath.

»Oh, no, Luana, what are you doing?«

She twitched as the tip of the other`s tongue playfully poked against her clit. Immediately, the tickling started again and this time, it went on until the blindfolded girl literally saw stars and spirals in front of her eyes and almost fainted from the lack of oxygen.

»Please, Luana, you are killing me!«

Her protests had been reduced to a faint gurgling and she weakly squirmed as again, fingers and a more and more inquisitive mouth took care of her clit and labia. Too weakened to resist, Sophia let it happen.

Two fingers brushed along her outer labia, in long strokes, starting near her cleft and pressing her soft flesh closer to the restless lips and tongue that explored her clit. When the fingers went on their journey back, Luana breathed out and the hot air felt like an additional caress.

Sophia felt growing warmth and a slight tingle in her womb and she knew she had to put an end to it. She knew it would mean more tickling, but she just could not give in, she couldn`t, she-

With all her willpower, Sophia managed to buck and moan with protest. She tried to steel herself for the tickling of her knee, but after a few seconds, she once again squirmed helplessly and screamed into her mouth filling gag.

This time, she obviously had fainted, at least for a short while, for the next thing Sophia realized was that her tormentor was again teasing her hot spots.

»Oh my God, her tongue is inside me, Oh no, I should – ooohhhh!«

The restless tongue and lips sent blissful strays through her and then, as if the tongue had just explored the terrain for them, Luana`s fingers entered her, sliding inside her with ease.

»When have I grown so wet?«, Sophia wondered and let out a deep groan as the fingers stiffened and moved back and forth, starting slowly, but then accelerating and pushing deeper. Sophia moaned and now, her writhing and squirming was no longer that of unwillingness.

Lan withdrew her head, a triumphant smile on her lips covered with Sophia`s juices. Now, she had her victim where she wanted her. Lan was wet herself and the wave of pleasure she felt was close to an orgasm. She adjusted to Sophia`s moves and when the girl reared up her pelvis, she pushed forward, hard and deep. Withdrawing, she squirmed her stiff fingers and at the same time, her other hand brushed over the back of Sophia`s knee, adding more sparks to the growing fire in her loins.

Sophia let out a guttural groan as the fingers almost left her and when she felt the hand move forward again, she pushed against it. This was it! Yes, yes, yes, oh my God, this was it!

Lan became even more eager and now, Sophia was over the brink. Spasming and gurgling through her massive gag, she reached the peak, thrusting her pelvis against Lan`s hand and arching back her head. For a full minute, she rode the wave of passion before she collapsed on her bench, panting and knowing that she would never be able to walk again.

»The little death – how true!«

It was rather a feeling than a clear thought that floated through the exhausted girl`s mind. Lan turned away from her and grabbed a towel, drying her face and holding it in a way it covered the treacherous wet spot in her uniform trousers.

»Not bad!«

Ingrid seemed to remain cool, but her tight tank top could not hide her hardened nipples and there was a fine pink rash on her cheeks that hadn`t been there before the show. Not for the first time, Lan thought that the blonde German would be an interesting test object, too.

She turned towards Luana who now showed signs of suffering from having to balance on one leg for quite some time and who also still had the line of fire between her legs. Lan placed her hand, still moist from what she had done to Sophia, under Luana`s middle and lifted it. She noticed the mélange of feelings in the girl`s eyes: disgust, hatred – and some involuntary relief for the gesture took some pressure from her aching leg.

»What do you think, Luana? Will Sophia be grateful, since she thinks it was you who showed her a glimpse of heaven?«

Luana let out an ache and shook her head. Lan still had her hand between the girl`s legs and she sensed the nice contrast between her soft, smooth skin and the rough ropes, almost hard from how tight they were. She bent forward and whispered:

»You, however, knew always that it was me – and after a while, you didn`t even mind that I was threatening your family, did you?«

Luana groaned and writhed, trying to get off the hand between her legs. Lan withdrew her fingers slowly, brushing over the bold pubic mound so brutally bisected, and plucked on the crotch rope.

»Come on, Luana, you know as good as I do: if I would remove that tight rope now and replace it by my hand, you would not say ›No‹!«

»Mhhmmmmph!«

So quick that Luana couldn`t react, Lan untied her dangling leg and when it sank to the ground, she grabbed her other ankle. She waited until the girl had managed to stand on her now free leg and then, she tied off the knee of her aching other leg to the rope. Again, she cupped Luana`s pubic mound and stepped so close that her uniform blouse brushed against her nipples.

»Now you can stand for a little longer.«

Lan withdrew and turned back towards Sophia whose chest was still heaving. She saw the glistering sweat on her skin, her still hardened nipples and she deeply inhaled the overwhelming fragrance of the totally exhausted French.

»What do you think, Ingrid? Can she stand a second round?«

»Well, there is only one way to find out!«

Again, Ingrid tried to sound clarified, but her voice was slightly hoarse and Lan knew that only a very thin veil of countenance kept the German from reaching under her skirt. She bent over her toolbox and spoke to herself:

»So far, I have completely neglected her breasts!«

Luana groaned and Ingrid licked her lips as Lan produced a toothbrush and a rubber ball with spikes on it.

***

About the same time on that Saturday evening, but some 800 miles away at Dover, Mike had to admit that the sight of Dover Castle by night was indeed impressive, especially as it was lit by thousands of electric lights.

»Maybe, tomorrow`s my last day in good ol` England!«

Neither he nor Bishop had spoken about it, but of course, Mike knew that he could be killed during his mission. He wasn`t afraid, but since he had met Isabelle, he could imagine a quieter life on her side.

»Maybe, I should make the first step!«

He took out his phone and took a picture of the illuminated castle. Then, he decided:

»At midnight, I will post it to my WhatsApp status. Then, Belle has exactly 24 hours to react to it!«

He knew that she would recognize Dover Castle, since they had spoken about visiting it.

»If she responds to the picture until tomorrow at midnight, I will tell Bishop that I won`t do it!«

***