The Little Death 6

Mike`s status update had missed Isabelle`s attention, though she had thought of him some time earlier. She had looked at a picture of her and Mike, a selfies taken at their last night at Malta. They had ordered a full breakfast to be brought to their room and on the picture, she and Mike were cheek on cheek, each biting into the corner of a Croissant. Isabelle had felt tears come up within her and had known that she had three options – call Mike, cry herself into sleep or drink herself into sleep. Isabelle had decided for a mixture of options two and three and so, when Mike had posted the picture of Dover Castle, she had been in a deep, dreamless sleep already, only to be rudely awaken by the phone call of her superior on Sunday at noon.

***

Also soundly sleeping was Sophia, though one would have expected her to be in an emotional turmoil. Actually, she was, but she also had been totally exhausted when her captors had put her to bed.

Sophia had just been able to get from hyperventilating to heavy panting, still slightly trembling from the aftermath of the heavy orgasm she thought Luana had created – forced her to have, she tried to correct herself, but though her embarrassment was coming back slowly, a part of her had to admit that this had been one of the strongest climaxes she had experienced so far.

»Mhhmm?«

She had suddenly felt hands on her body, petite, but strong hands, like that of Luana. Indignantly, she had moaned.

»What do you want? Get off me now!«

They may have forced her co-captive to have her way with her, but Sophia felt a bit angry on how eager the Asian had become in making her climax. Sophia suddenly remembered what Ingrid had said about her documenting every part of her ordeal and she cringed from embarrassment. Then, she was distracted by what Luana did next.

A hand was shoved between her legs and under her buttocks, slightly lifting her from the bench. Then, there had been a slight pain when something else had been put there. Sophia had moaned and writhed, but though the hands had been withdrawn, there was still a slight pain at her butt, close to her anus. It was actually more an inconvenient tingle than actual pain, but it felt very irritating. Sophia had moved and found that the slightest shifting of her pelvis had effects on that irritating – thing.

Blindfolded and with her ears plugged, Sophia had no idea it was in fact Lan who was teasing her, but her sense of feeling suddenly realized what it was: a rubber ball with spikes, something like a stress ball, had been shoved under her butt! She clenched her anal muscles and involuntarily reared up as the next attack came.

Lan placed her lips on Sophia`s left armpit and inhaled her scent whilst she placed her left hand of her victim`s other armpit. In it, she held the toothbrush and now, she touched the girl`s soft and sensitive skin. Sophia mewed and cringed and Lan slowly began with small circles. The tickling sensation made Sophia twitch and buck, but Lan now attacked her other armpit with her lips and tongue. Then, licking and kissing, whilst the toothbrush made the oscillating moves that dentists usually recommended, she slowly worked her way downwards towards Sophia`s hips, torturing her ticklish flanks from both sides.

Sophia once again was driven close to madness, forced to literally ride on the spiky rubber ball under her butt whilst her sides were under attack. Lan gave her a short break in which she explored the helpless woman`s clit and labia with the toothbrush – then, she went on her way back, wandering from her waist to her armpits in the speed of an asthmatic snail, licking, kissing and brushing. Only when she felt Sophia was about to faint, she stopped teasing her, put the toothbrush into her blouse pocket and placed her hands on the naked girl`s breasts.

Now, Lan went to work with more strength, kneading Sophia`s boobs whilst adjusting to her breath. The massage was firm, but not rough and so, the exhausted girl seemed to relax a bit under her hands. Her breath became slower and her moans also sounded less hysteric and after a while, Lan could almost feel the hot blood running through the lovely mounds and she saw that Sophia`s nipples had become hard and erect again.

She slightly moved her hands so that the nipples were trapped between two of her fingers and now, whenever Sophia breathed out, she not only pressed on her breasts, but also pinched her buds, I  a way the girl gasped and sighed, but also seemed to enjoy, for her breath accelerated. Lan looked down on Sophia`s body and saw that she was wriggling her loins and she knew that she had stoked the oven again.

She let the girl go, only to fetch two more toys from her toolbox. It was two small clamps with delicate chains dangling from it. Lan placed the clamps on Sophia`s hard, pointy nipples and she reared up and moaned. With a sardonic smile, Lan let the chains go and now, they were brushing over the girl`s ticklish sides, moving whenever she breathed and moving more the more she reacted to the tickling.

This time, it would not drive her completely into exhaustion and shortness of breath, for Sophia had a little control over the intensity of the stimulation. But it were the clamps biting into her nipples, the chains teasing her sides and armpits and the stress ball feeling irritating at her rear. Lan now could concentrate on Sophia`s middle and she placed two fingers on her labia. She did not push forward, just made sure that the girl felt her presence. Then, with her other hand, she grabbed the toothbrush and brushed over the inside of her thighs, around her labia, over her pubic mound, her clit. Lan did so for a while; then, knowing the ways, she closed her eyes and let her intuition take over. She heard the muffled sighs and mews, smelled the specific fragrance and first of all, she not only felt the writhing and wriggling, but also how the soft flesh under her fingers grew hotter and more and more swollen. She still did not put up any pressure, but after a while, her fingers just slid into the girl.

Lan now placed her thumb on Sophia`s clit, massaging it whilst her index and middle finger searched for her G-spot and found it. At the same time, she continued to tease the girl with the brush whilst her reaction to the stimulation made the spiky ball, the clamps and the chains continue their work. Waves of pleasure mingled with those of slight (at her rear) or bigger (at her nipples) pain and the tickling sensation from her sides. Now, Lan started what she called »Balancing the Chinese Wall«.

Whilst the Great Wall of China was considerably broad and save for walking, it was a bit more dangerous to balance over the battlements. Nevertheless, many people tried so each year, either on official contests or on their own. If one stumbled and fell to the inside, he lost the game and some of his dignity whilst falling to the outside could mean injury and in a few cases even death.

In the case of her version of the game, Lan considered keeping her victim on the brink of orgasm the balancing act. If she caused her arousal to cease, it was like stumbling to the inside: she could start the game again. But if her captive would climax, the game was over for the moment.

She opened her eyes and enjoyed how Sophia was more and more obsessed by the relief only she could allow her. The girl writhed and shifted her hips, she thrust her pelvis and had she not been so massively gagged, she would have pleaded for mercy. Lan didn`t have full control over the stimulation caused by the clamps, chains and ball, but she relied on the »three S« – strength, skill and sensitivity. In addition, she had full control over Sophia`s hot spots and so, she could make her »walk the battlements« for a long time before she finally granted her an orgasm that made her first seem like a pleasant glimpse of the real thing and also caused Sophia to swoon after she collapsed in her bonds.

Lan turned towards Ingrid and the blonde quickly withdrew her hand from under her mini-skirt. Her cheeks were reddened, either from arousal or from embarrassment, and she smiled like a caught school girl. Then, she giggled and straightened her skirt.

»If only we could put your skill into pills!«

She got up and turned to Luana who had witnessed Sophia`s ordeal with helpless fascination, too. Ingrid brushed over the Asian`s hair and placed a hand between her legs.

»Oh, don`t be envious, Luana! Our tests have only just begun!«

***

Several hours later, Lioba`s car reached the parking lot close to Sophia`s office. She had been busy driving whilst Sistine, sitting on the back seat, had tried her best in making her slip a few more information about the ominous project she and Sophia Chabrol had been working on. At the passenger seat, Isabelle had tried her best not to show that she was still suffering from her hangover whilst she had to admit that Sistine`s interrogation techniques were a bit poignant in the girl`s attempts to be subtle.

Thus, none of the three women that now stepped out of the car had noticed the small Renault that had followed them, taking over from the Fiat that had done the job before. Even someone who was not trained to such things would sooner or later recognize the fat that the same car was behind him all the time and so, Lan had sent out Feng, Kang and Bao to do the job whilst only Greg had remained behind to protect the hideout. The three Chinese could very well live with that: though Greg wasn`t quite the imbecile he looked like, he wasn`t one of them. The bulky man was Ingrid`s henchman and so, they only considered him as a necessary evil whilst they were loyal only to Lan who had been their superior already back in China and who had chosen them personally to accompany her on her mission.

It was Feng who had parked a little away from Lioba`s Peugeot. He knew that their target had attended the Police Department and then left it together with two women; so, her two companions had to be Policewomen, though both were wearing civilian clothes. One was a redhead like Lioba, though her hair was slightly darker and curlier and she was some five inches shorter. This woman sported a pair of sunglasses and wore clothes that looked as if she had slept in them. The third, also a small woman, had dark brown curls and despite her rather loosely cut clothes, Feng could see she was quite busty. She also seemed a bit lively whilst the redhead seemed a bit tired. Now, they headed towards the building and Feng leaned back.

»So, here it is«, Lioba announced and Sistine went to the window of Sophia`s office, even leaning her forehead to the glass and shielding her eyes with her hands whilst Isabelle watched from the distance.

»You have a key?«, she asked Lioba.

»For the building and for the lab, but not for Sophia`s office. I have already tried the door yesterday, but it is closed!«

Nevertheless, the three women entered the now empty building and after a minute, they stood in front of Sophia`s office. Sistine tested the door, but as Lioba had said, it was closed. Sistine suddenly asked:

»Is Dr. Chabrol from Paris?«

»Well – yes«, Lioba answered, a bit puzzled about the change of subject. Sistine`s eyes sparkled and she showed her broad smile.

»Then, we have a chance of getting inside without causing damage to the door – that is, if my superior does not insist on us getting a search warrant before!«

»I insist on you explaining what the hell you are talking about!«, Isabelle replied. Sistine`s expression became a bit superior:

»When I looked inside, I saw that the contents of Dr. Chabrol`s handbag were spread all over the desk.«

»So?«

Isabelle became a bit angry. Lioba had told them that before and she still didn`t get the context between that and why that should get them inside the office. If possible, Sistine`s smile became even broader.

»Among her belongings, I saw a small Eiffel Tower key ring pendant. So, if this belongs to Dr. Chabrol`s key ring-«

»The door isn`t locked and you think you can open it!«, Lioba finished the sentence, obviously intrigued by the girl`s eagerness. Then, she turned towards Isabelle:

»I mean, if this is okay for you!«

»If you don`t stop acting like Sherlock Holmes on Speed, I will open that door by using your head as a ram!«, Isabelle grunted towards Sistine who blinked, not sure whether that was a joke.

»I-it opens to the outside«, she said and Isabelle replied:

»Then, I will have to push harder!«

Lioba suddenly laughed.

»I knew ›good cop – bad cop‹ from TV, but ›turned up cop – grumpy cop‹ is new to me!«

»He, I am sure Lieutenant Marceau is an excellent Policewoman if you know her better!«, Sistine blurted and Isabelle told her to just open the goddamn door.

»Yes, Lieutenant!«, she warbled.

The girl fished something from her handbag that looked like a small ruler and two seconds later, the door sprung open.

»Tada!«

»Just like in the movies«, an impressed Lioba said and Sistine dropped a gracious curtsey. Lioba stepped back to let the two Policewomen get in first. However, Isabelle told her to get in and made a gesture to Sistine to get closer to her. Once Lioba had entered the office, she whispered:

»An excellent Policewoman once you know me better? Did you just try to protect me?«

Sistine`s eyes widened as she looked questioningly.

»Am I not supposed to do that? I mean, we are colleagues and-«

For the second time, Isabelle felt reminded of her younger sister and she had to resist the urge to hug the girl. She smiled and wanted to say something when Sistine rummaged through her handbag and handed a small box to her. It was Tic-Tac.

»Still so bad?«

Sistine nodded and Isabelle took two pills, her gratefulness rivaling with her embarrassment.

»You may also use my makeup!«, Sistine offered and Isabelle frowned.

»Let`s just examine the room!«

They didn`t need much time to confirm what they already knew: on the desk, the contents of Sophia`s handbag were lying, together with her cell phone.

»Can you see anything that`s unusual?«, Isabelle asked Lioba, trying to hide the Tic-Tac pills in her cheek when speaking.

»Well, I do not know what Sophia usually keeps in her handbag, but so far, everything looks normal to me!«

Except for the key ring and the cell phone, there was a purse, a pack of handkerchiefs, a few pens and a small box of tampons. Isabelle wanted to reach for the purse when Lioba pointed under the desk.

»Look!«

With two fingers, she picked up a plastic lighter. It was one of those you got for 50 Cent in each supermarket.

»So, this isn`t Dr. Chabrol`s?«

Lioba shook her head. From her handbag, she produced a small leather case and another lighter.

»Sophia has given up smoking, but sometimes, she needs a cigarette. So, to keep herself from falling back into old habits, she handed me her lighter and the cigarette case. In fact she wants to smoke, she has to ask me first and thus, she has a hurdle between her and the next one.«

Of course, it also was possible that someone completely innocent had lost the lighter at Sophia`s office. However, it was another one of the small incidents that something had happened.

»Where`s the lab?«, Sistine asked. Lioba told her that she had already been there the day before and noticed nothing unusual, but she deliberately led the two Policewomen there. Isabelle was last and when she closed the office`s door, she remembered that the key was still inside.

»OMG, both Dr. Karnstein and Sistine must think I am a complete moron!«

When she followed the others, she swore to herself to definitely reduce drinking.

***

In the car, Feng smiled. He had seen that the three women had been inside Lioba`s office and now, they had left it. Since he had seen through the corridor window that they were not heading towards the parking lot, he guessed that they were spending the lab a visit.

He left the car and strolled over to Lioba`s where he bent down to fix his shoelace. However, he also placed a small magnetic device to the car. Now, he would no longer have to follow the car at close distance and since the others had also access to the tracker, they would now all be able to stay on Lioba`s tracks.

***

As Lioba had said, the lab didn`t contain any further hints. Isabelle was just thinking of an excuse for forgetting Sophia`s keys when, to her surprise, Lioba opened a narrow cupboard.

»That`s the locker of Sophia and me. The lab belongs to the whole institute, not just to Professor Leduc. So, the small assistants don`t get their own each.«

With a wryly smile, she pointed at a closed door that had a sign, telling them it was the private room of a Professor Sakal.

 »The chair holders have their own rooms here, but the minor charges like us just get a shared locker. Anyway, here`s nothing but her lab coat and – wait a minute!«

At the bottom of the locker were two drawers. Lioba grabbed the handle of the upper and said:

»That`s hers. I haven`t opened it yesterday because it`s private, but-«

She opened the drawer and their eyes fell upon some chocolate bars.

»The usual sins of an ex-smoker«, Isabelle joked, but Lioba reached for another item, half hidden under a Mars bar. It was a small external hard disk with a sticker on it that showed the Mona Lisa.

»She really seems to miss Paris«, Sistine said, but Lioba didn`t listen to her:

»That`s hers, so she can take data with her to work at home. Leduc doesn`t trust clouds or emails for safety reasons and so, we have to use those. But why is it here?«

Then, she seemed to have an inspiration:

»Of course! When we last spoke, on Thursday, Sophia said that she wanted to run a few tests before her lesson on Friday. So, she came here and started to work and as usual, she forgot about time. Then, she suddenly sees that it is highest time for the lesson. She quickly secures her data and leaves the disk here, so she can complete her work later.«

»But she never came back here – because something happened to her«, Sistine completed her thoughts. When Isabelle was about to ask why Sophia hadn`t taken the disk with her when leaving, they heard steps and voices. Though none of them had done anything forbidden, they closed the door and Lioba even hid the hard disk behind her back.

Now, an elderly, Indian-looking man entered the room, followed by several younger persons, all dressed in white lab coats. The man quickly nodded towards Lioba and then, they began to swarm out in the lab, talking and obviously preparing some lab work.

»That`s Professor Sakal and his students«, Lioba whispered and left, followed by the Policewomen. At the corridor, Lioba continued:

»They will stay there for the next hours. So, if we want to have a look at Sophia`s data, we will have to go to my apartment. I need some special software and I haven`t got my laptop with me.«

Isabelle hesitated. If really a crime had happened, this was far from going the usual way. Lioba seemed to have read her thoughts.

»I know Sophia`s password. She trusts me and we are in the same team. So, we are sharing our research results anyway. It`s not like we are reading her diary!«

»Come on, Lieutenant! Perhaps, that`s the evidence we need!«

Sistine was so much like Samantha when she wanted to persuade her to do something that Isabelle had to smile.

»Okay! Let`s go!«

However, the euphoria left Isabelle soon after they had left the parking lot. She was checking her phone and when she opened WhatsApp, she noticed Mike`s status update. Dover Castle at night. Back in the »lucky old days«, as she sometimes called their time together with some grim humor, he had spoken about how he would love to abduct her to Albion and start by showing her the famous castle from whose pinnacles she would be able to have a last look back at France.

»So, he is there! Without me! Does this bastard want to tell me something?«

Suddenly, she felt overwhelmed by her feelings and said towards Lioba:

»Dr. Karnstein, I – I am not feeling well. Could you just drop me at the next pharmacy? I will get some medicine and take the bus home. Later that evening, I will come with my car and pick Sistine up – and will of course listen to your results!«

Obviously, her pale skin convinced Lioba that she really was not feeling well. For a moment, she feared that the pharmacologist would offer to mix something for her on her own, but Lioba just stopped when she spotted a pharmacy sign on their way. Isabelle turned towards Sistine:

»Please remember that this is a bit unconventional. So, if you find something that looks suspicious, don`t call the Department, but wait for me! See you in some two or three hours!«

Sistine`s lucky smile showed her that she had made her new colleague happy: obviously, the girl was thinking that she was participating in solving mysterious crimes with her unorthodox superior on her first day!

»If only you knew!«

When Lioba had left, Isabelle did not enter the pharmacy, but instead decided to attend the next bus and to go home. She just needed a few hours alone with herself and the dreadful decision whether to call Mike.

***

Lan read the message from Feng and turned towards Ingrid:

»They have been at the University again. Now, they are most likely heading for Lioba`s home.«

»They?«

»Seems that Lioba has gone to the Police and two of the Officers followed her to examine Sophia`s office.« Lan raised an eyebrow and smiled. »Two female Officers«.

Ingrid`s smile became as sardonic as that of her companion.

»Maybe, we can extend our original plan. Are your men flexible?«

Lan smiled and sent as message to Feng.

»As flexible as you wouldn`t expect from people working for a dictatorship!«

Though a devoted fighter for the interests of the People`s Republic of China, Lan held no illusions about the political system of her home country. However, she didn`t bother – if China wanted to get to the position it deserved, it had to be strong. And in Lan`s eyes, democracies were weak. As long as she held also enough power, she could live quite well in a dictatorship.

»Maybe, the change of plans will even make things more interesting. What is it the English say? The more, the merrier!«

***

With the three Chinese men away and Greg guarding their hideout, Ingrid and Lan had decided to give their captives a break, though neither Luana nor Sophia would have called it so.

Sophia had indeed fainted after her second orgasm, only to wake up when hands, many hands had grabbed her limbs, freed her from her cuffs and carried her to their cell. She had been placed on the toilet and had followed nature, though she knew that there were at least three people watching. Then, they had washed her and Sophia, completely exhausted, had fallen asleep.

In the morning, she had found herself with just her ankles cuffed and sporting the gag mask. Gone were the dreadful panties and hose, also the blindfold and ear plugs. The next thing she had noticed was that she was alone in her cell.

Where was Luana? Suddenly, the memories of the last evening flooded back into her mind. What Luana had done to her – and how she had reacted to it.

»Oh my God, what shall I do when I see her next?«

Not only did she feel embarrassed, she also had no idea what to think about her co-captive. Sure, the might have forced Luana to touch her – but did she have to be so overly enthusiastic? There had been no reluctance, no holding back – just the sheer desire to show Sophia heaven and hell. Twice!

Her thoughts had been interrupted by Ingrid and Greg who had fetched her for breakfast, though it was rather noon. After a silent meal and a short bathroom break, Sophia had been cuffed with her hands behind her back and Ingrid had also hooded her with a black sack before Greg had put her over his shoulder, again taking his liberties at the nude woman.

Inside the room she called the torture chamber, Sophia had been leaned against a post and her wrists had been cuffed behind it. Then, a belt had been tied around her waist, snug, but not too tight. She had realized it was connected to the post, too. Sophia explored her new bondage and found she could move up and down the post. However, she then sensed some horizontal bar between her legs that prevented her from sitting down.

»Say Good Morning to Luana!«

Ingrid pulled the sack from Sophia`s head and then, her glasses were put on her nose. When looking around, she saw that Luana was sitting opposite to her, tied in similar fashion. Sophia moaned, but Luana just stared at her with an expression she couldn`t quite explain.

Like Sophia, Luana also sported her gag mask, but there were a few minor differences between both captives` predicaments. Whilst Sophia only had to chew on the rubber ball, Luana`s mouth had been stuffed with Ingrid`s thong before – not much cloth, but given proof of her arousal the night before. Also, instead of a belt, Luana sported a rope connecting her to the post and from it, another rope disappeared between her legs.

Luana remembered what they had done to her once they had brought Sophia to her bed. Lan had untied her crotch rope and, when the pain had ceased, making room for a terrible itching and tingling, she had massaged an ointment between her legs. Helplessly, Luana had had to endure as Lan`s skilled fingers had touched her most intimate spots – until she had reacted to it.

»If I continue, you would plead for me to bring it to the end, wouldn`t you?«, Lan had asked and it had taken Luana a few treacherous seconds before she had been able to shake her head vigorously.

Luana had then also been freed and allowed to relieve herself. In her case, she had seen the men watching her pee, but she had been unable to keep up resistance for long. For some reason, she had then been tied to the rack where Sophia had been tortured and her gag had been replaced by her usual gag mask. Since these restraints were easier to bear and because of sheer exhaustion, Luana had managed to sleep until she had been prepared for Sophia`s arrival.

Ingrid had added her sodden panties to her gag whilst Lan had applied the crotch rope. This time, she had taken a thicker rope and tied it less brutally, but still, it felt very uncomfortable and reminded her of her helplessness. Now, with the two staked women standing face to face, some two yards apart from each other, Ingrid announced:

»Today, we are busy for some time and so, you will be left to yourselves. However, we made some arrangements for you to pass time. Sophia, I have a special gift for you for yesterday, you showed us that you are far from being uptight!«

Sophia couldn`t help blushing all over when Ingrid reached between her legs, giving the horizontal stick a turn. Then, she explained:

»Once you sit down and put weight on the stick now, it will vibrate. So, you may decide when to get a little fun!«

Sophia gulped. It didn`t mean anything else that whenever she would try to sit down, the damn thing would start to vibrate. Already, her legs felt weak and wobbly. Now, Lan stepped between the two captives and turned towards Luana.

»You, my dear, have had enough fun last night! So, in your case, it will be a lesson in, well, let`s say, decision making!«

She also reached for the stick and turned it, but she also tied a little bell to it. When she then put her hand on the stick, it started to buzz and the bell began to jingle. Lan removed her hand and it stopped immediately.

»Greg will not be in the adjacent room always, but he will be sometimes. And I told him that whenever he hears the bell, it means that you are ready for him. So, you may endure and stay standing, sit down and hope for the best or sit down and suffer the consequences! It`s all your choice!«

Giggling, Lan and Ingrid left the room.

***