The Little Death 8

The blonde let her eyes wander over Sistine´s body and she gritted her teeth to keep her hands on her hips and to thrust out her breasts like her captor had demanded. The woman then fingered her phone from the pocket of her lab coat and looked at the display.

»Please, don`t think that I do not appreciate your beauty, Sistine. But unfortunately, I have a phone call to make soon. Lan, could you take over?«

The Chinese shrugged and stepped in front of Sistine, playfully letting her riding crop swish through the air. Then, she used it to pick Sistine`s discarded panties from the floor.

»These don`t match your bra, girl!«

Sistine coughed through her gag, completely surprised by that remark. Indeed, her bra was white and lacy whilst the panties were plain cotton ones, turquoise with white polka dots. They were a bit girlish, but Sistine hadn`t expected to expose them in the slightest.

Lan used the crop to reach the panties over to Greg who took them with a lewd grin. Without looking at the man, she ordered:

»Put them over Luana`s head! I am sure she wants to get more acquainted with our new guest!«

Dismayed, Sistine watched as the tall man indeed put her panties over the tied up Asian`s head. She noticed that Luana didn`t struggle much; obviously, she as just trying to find a position that made the crotch strap a bit more tolerable and wanted to keep it. Sistine shuddered from the mere look of the tight leather thong that cut Luana`s pubic mound in two.

»Now, let me see. You are 5`3``?«

Sistine was still staring at Luana and so, the slap on her butt caught her completely off-guard. She yelped and raised her arms, only to feel the tip of the riding crop push under her chin.

»I asked you a question! Next time you hesitate answering, you will be punished!«

The look in Lan`s eyes told Sistine that this wasn`t an empty threat. She lowered her arms, placed her hands on her hips and, as Lan kept looking questioningly, she straightened her position and thrust out her breasts. Now, the Chinese looked pleased and when she asked about Sistine`s height again, she nodded.

»The scale is in another room, but I can see that you are in quite a good shape. You might need some training and should perhaps choose a salad instead of a dessert now and then, but after all, we are not running a beauty farm here!«

Sistine couldn`t help fuming at the remark on her weight. She knew that she wasn`t fat, but whilst she stared daggers at Lan, she also pulled in her stomach.

»Hop!«, the Chinese now ordered.

»Mhm?«

Instead of repeating her order, Lan spun around and landed another hit on her buttocks. Sistine mewed and involuntarily touched her tingling buttocks. Lan let out a hard laugh. Then, she raised her arm, but looked at her expectantly. Sistine looked for the door that seemed miles away. She knew that there was no help around. Reluctantly, she started to hop on the spot.

Sistine was a busty girl; her breasts were catching some looks quite often and Sistine sometimes considered her boobs as a bit embarrassing, more often, she liked them and for most of the time, she didn`t think about them at all. But now, being forced to exercise without the support of a bra, they felt inconvenient and with both Lan and Greg looking at her, they felt even bigger than they actually were to her.

She had to hop for several minutes, until she felt sweat all over her body and the fact she could only breathe through her nose made it hard to catch breath. When Lan allowed her to stop, she had to bend forward and panted heavily. She then felt the riding crop touch them and brush over the lower sides of her breasts.

»Better than I thought! They almost don`t sag! What are you, a 34D?«

Blushing from embarrassment, but fearing further punishment, Sistine nodded.

»I will tell Ingrid later. She keeps a list of such things. BTW, is that what you Europeans call a ›landing strip‹?«

The tip of the crop wandered down her belly and stopped at the strip of dark brown hair covering Sistine`s pubic mound. Her cheeks burned and her bust heaved from the sheer effort not to slap the crop away or to cover her private parts with her hands. Staring daggers at Lan, Sistine nodded.

Lan kept the crop at her pubic mound. She didn`t brush over it, nor did she poke her, but she just reminded her of its presence. In addition, she kept on inspecting Sistine`s pubic hair. Then, she withdrew one step and said:

»Greg, cuff her arms, please!«

The bulky man approached and grabbed her wrists, tying them behind her back. Then, she felt him tie another cuff around her right arm, just above the elbow joint.

»Mhhmmph! Nnnggg!«

She tried to resist, but Greg had no difficulties in cuffing her elbows so they were just some 6 inches apart from each other. It was inconvenient and she felt how it forced her to thrust out her breasts even more. Greg stood so close she could feel his breath at the back of her neck.

»Thank you, Greg. You may now play with her for a while, until I have unpacked Sophia!«

The man just reached around her, placing his big hands on Sistine`s ample breasts. She squealed through her gag and squirmed, but he just pulled her closer to him and started to roughly knead her boobs. Sistine felt his manhood press against her back and heard that he was breathing more heavily. Sheer instinct took over and she flailed with her unbound legs, doubling her efforts to break free, but this just seemed to spurn Greg and he continued with the fondling.

Sistine had been taught some Martial Arts at the Police Academy, but most of these techniques required the use of her arms. She at least tried to break free by stepping hard on Greg`s foot, but being barefoot, this also had little effect on him.

»Greg, a hand, please!«

Lan was trying to pull the blanket from what seemed to be another captive. Sistine could see a wooden pallet and the knee and thigh of a person kneeling upon it, but it seemed that the blanket had got stuck.

It was now or never! In the moment Greg eased his grip on her boobs, Sistine bent forward and raised her bound arms as much as she could. With all her might, she squeezed Greg where he was just best supplied with blood. The man groaned and instinctively let her go. Sistine jumped forward, managed not to fall and then, she headed for the door.

»Get her, you fool!«, she heard the Chinese yell as she squeezed through the ajar door and ran into a long corridor.

***

The phone call had shocked Isabelle, but it had been like the shock of getting surprised by a cold shower. Suddenly, she could push away her thoughts about Mike and his past (or present?) with Lioba and was able to think professionally.

»So, someone is there and wants to lure me to Lioba`s apartment, too!«

Her concerns were mainly about Sistine, her young colleague who now obviously was in danger, too. If something had happened to her, it was Isabelle`s fault, for she had bent the rules and sent her with a potential victim of some criminals.

Now, it would have been one possibility to phone her colleagues, confess what had happened and then let the SWAT team do the work. However, Isabelle thought different.

»It`s like playing chess. They must expect me to do so and sure, they are prepared and when the flat gets swatted, there will be either a trap or just no sign of anyone!«

So, Isabelle decided to surprise the criminals by doing the unexpected. When she put on a combination of black leggings, a matching black pullover and her sports shoes, she remembered that during a similar single-handed mission, she had met Mike. She shook her head, pushing away not only the memory of Mike, but also of how that mission had ended, with Mike having to save her.

She checked her gun and put it into her belt holster before she entered her car. She stopped at the backside of the house where Lioba lived and sneaked onto the back yard. She could remember that during her small talk with Sistine, Lioba had mentioned that she was living on the second floor and her balcony opened to the back yard. So, there were just two balconies to choose from.

Isabelle carefully checked the area, knowing that she would be in a world of shit if someone spotted her and called her colleagues, thinking she was a burglar. Behind the windows of one apartment in the first floor, she saw nothing but darkness and so, Isabelle went on that flat`s terrace to climb onto the balcony above.

Here, she could hear indistinct voices and saw some light and she drew her gun as she slowly approached the balcony door.

»Drop the gun!«

Isabelle petrified and it took her a few seconds to realize that the order had come from the TV inside. She let out her breath and peeped through the window, spotting the heads of three people sitting on a couch and looking on the screen.

»So, Lioba lives next door – or, in this case, next balcony!«

The two balconies were separated by a concrete wall, but it was quite easy to climb over. Lioba`s balcony was empty, except for two deck chairs and a small table. Isabelle could see no light emerge from the room behind the glass door and the curtain had been closed, too. For a moment, she considered breaking the glass with the handle of her gun, but then, she spotted a small window that stood ajar.

Carefully to make no sound, Isabelle carried one of the deck chairs close to it and stepped on the seat. The window was small and behind it, she could see it was the bathroom. After having checked for anyone seeing her, Isabelle used the torch of her phone to have a closer look.

On the first sight, it was just an empty bathroom – bigger than her own, but not so big or luxurious to make her envious. Then, however, she spotted one detail: either, Lioba was quite messy – or someone had turned her laundry drawer upside down, spreading the garments all over the floor. She felt a shiver run down her spine. If an intruder had done so, he had perhaps been looking for something specific – maybe her panties. And Isabelle knew a few very unpleasant things used underwear could be misused for.

She listened, but there were no sounds. Now, she had to choose between two equally suboptimal options: since the window was too small for her to just step through, she could either go head first – and risk to do a header into the toilet if she slipped. Or, she could start with her legs and lower herself down. This was far more convenient, but if someone would enter the bathroom, she would be quite defenseless if he caught her right then.

Nevertheless, Isabelle stepped onto the balcony`s railing and pushed her feet through the window. Slowly, always listening for any suspicious sound, she worked herself forward until she sensed the toilet seat under her feet. Now, it was easy to get inside and Isabelle drew her gun as she approached the door.

Of course, she had never been at Lioba`s apartment, but she guessed from the size of the house and her knowledge about these older houses that it had two or three rooms except for the kitchen and the bathroom and that this door would open to either the living room or the bedroom.

Isabelle pressed her ear to the door and now, she could hear something – a faint noise, like heavy breathing. Quickly, she analyzed her options: she had the element of surprise, but maybe, there were two or three criminals waiting for her. So, she decided against storming outside.

She grabbed a can of deodorant spray from the shelf and produced her lighter from her pocket. Though she didn`t smoke, she usually carried one with her. Isabelle lit the flame and took both the lighter and the spray can in her left. This makeshift flame-thrower would cause enough distraction to allow her to withdraw if there was more than one opponent. She would sure be able to escape through the window, jump to the back yard and phone her colleagues. Isabelle took one last breath and then, she tightened the grip on her gun and placed her elbow against the door handle.

»Fire in the hall!«

She pushed the door open and sent a fire blast into the room. The only reaction was a muffled scream,  but in the surreal light of the flame, she had seen a figure sitting on a table some two yards away. Isabelle dropped the can and the lighter and darted forward, cowering close to the wall.

»Mhhmmm!«

The sound came from the table and Isabelle could tell from experience it was the moaning of a gagged woman. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the dark, but all she could see was that someone was sitting on the table, slightly moving and writhing. Beside her, she could see the outline of another door and with her gun ready, she sneaked closer. As she had hoped, there were several light switches and Isabelle pressed all, hoping that one would help to illuminate the room she was in.

As the light went on, Isabelle could have a closer look at the woman on the table. It was Lioba, sitting in a lotus position. She had her hands folded behind her head and the lower half of her face was covered with a white bandage. Her blue eyes showed relief.

»Are they still here?«

»Mhhmmph!«

Lioba shook her head, but Isabelle nevertheless checked her sleeping room, the kitchen and a small storage room. Though she told herself that she was just being precautious, she knew that she also enjoyed letting the woman that had kissed Mike suffer a little longer.

»What has happened? Where`s Sistine?«, she asked as she approached Lioba who answered with an indignant moan. Now, she could see how the woman had been tied: her ankles had been tied to the opposite knees by zip ties, forcing her to sit in a triangular position. Hadn`t she still been fully clothed, it would have been an embarrassing position.

Her wrists were crossed at her nape and secured by another zip tie that was connected to one that went around her neck: loose enough to not block her breathing, but it sure had stopped her from moving her arms around too much.

»I need some scissors!«, Isabelle decided having examined Lioba`s ties. She had a pocket knife with her, but since the woman was in no imminent danger, she took her time to get into the kitchen and rummage through the cutlery drawer before coming back with a knife.

Lioba held still as she freed her hands and just rubbed her wrists as she cut her ankle-to-knee-ties. Then, however, she got from the table and, though she staggered and had to lean on Isabelle, she managed to stagger into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her, but the sound of the toilet flush little later told Isabelle why Lioba had been in such a hurry.

»So, my dramatic rescue mission made her nearly piss her pants!«, she thought grimly. The bathroom door opened and Lioba stepped out. She had unwound the bandage from her mouth and was trying to peel a big strip of duct tape from her lips.

»Allow me!«

»Aaauuhmmph!«, Lioba protested as Isabelle ripped away the tape with one yank.

»My Maman always said it`s easier to do it fast!«

Lioba plucked on the dense wad in her mouth and pulled two wadded sports socks from her mouth. Panting, she threw them to the floor before she breathed:

»I am sure that rule only applies to Band-Aid!«

Before any of them could say more, the telephone rang. After a few moments of hesitating, Lioba grabbed the handset. Then, her eyes widened and she pressed the button of the speaker.

Isabelle immediately recognized the voice of the woman that had directed her here.

»So, you have found Lioba, Isabelle. That little stunt with the flame thrower was really imaginative. Perhaps, I should have told you that you could have entered via the main door.«

»That`s Ingrid!«, Lioba whispered. The voice continued:

»That`s right, Lioba, your old former colleague! So, as you may have guessed already, I can not only hear you clearly, but also see you – no matter what room you are in!«

Involuntarily, both women looked around and a laugh came from the speaker.

»Of course, you may now look for the cameras and bugs and maybe, you will find most of them. Perhaps, you would even be able to find all – but of course, I would notice that. Now, would you please get to the desk and open the drawer.«

Whilst Lioba was still coping with the fact that they were observed, Isabelle approached the desk and opened the drawer. Her eyes fell upon two envelopes, a blue and a red one.

»Please, open the red one first. I had to take Lioba`s laptop with me and besides, I think that the old fashioned way of messaging is the safest for me!«

Lioba looked over Isabelle`s shoulders as she opened the envelope. It contained two Polaroid, each showing a naked woman. Though each of them sported a gag, Lioba recognized them immediately and Isabelle could see that the brunette with the glasses matched the description of Dr. Sophia Chabrol and the Asian sure was the missing Luana Wu.

»I haven`t found the time to make a photo of your colleague Sistine, too, but believe me, she`s in my custody, too. Now, I am sure you would do everything to make sure that they are staying well and alive!«

Lioba still stared at the photos whilst Isabelle tried in vain to get a hint of Ingrid`s whereabouts.

»What do you want?«, she hissed, just to buy time.

»For the moment, I just want you to follow the orders in the blue envelope. Please, do exactly as ordered; otherwise, your friends will have to pay a bitter price. But first of all: Isabelle, put your cell phone on the desk!«

For a second, the Policewoman thought of pretending she had left it in her car, but then, she remembered the cameras. Sure, they had seen her using it when illuminating the bathroom. So, she took it from her pocket.

»Now, take your gun, grab it by the barrel and smash it! Do a good job! Remember I can see what you are doing!«

After a little hesitating, Isabelle obeyed. After all, they still had the landline telephone.

»Good girl. You may not have noticed yet, but we allowed us to take Lioba`s phone and computer with us. So, your only way to communicate with the outer world is either by using the phone we are talking through right now or to shout out of the window. But if one of you does so, we will see and hear it. And then, your friends will have a hard time!«

What followed was a muffled scream, as if someone who was gagged was suffering from great pain. Then, the line went dead.

Lioba still stood petrified, trying to cope with the fact that every move and every sound of her in her own apartment could be observed. Isabelle stared at the blue envelope.

»We better open it!«, Lioba finally breathed, but it was Isabelle who grabbed it and took out a small, plain piece of paper. On it, a few lines were listed:

»Instructions: 1. Strip naked and stay like this until further instructions by tomorrow morning! 2. The two of you will always have to stay together in the same room! 3. If you want to sit or lie down, you have to do so on the same piece of furniture! Disobeying any of these rules or trying to communicate with anyone will be paid by your friends!«

»Are they fucking kidding us? What kind of pervert game is this?«, Isabelle asked, dropping the paper with an expression of loathing. Lioba rubbed her upper arms as if she was freezing.

»Whatever this is«, she croaked, »it`s more than just a joke!«

As Isabelle looked at her with interest, she continued:

»These men who tied me up and kidnapped Sistine – they had a key to my apartment and as you have heard, they have cameras and bugs installed in here. This has been planned for a long time!«

»But by whom? Is it just Ingrid? And what has your ominous project got to do with it?«

»I can`t answer these questions to you – but I can tell you all I know about Project Little death, as far as I am involved. After all, there is little else I can do right now!«

Isabelle saw that she was tugging her T-Shirt`s hem from her jeans and her eyes widened.

»You – you want to follow these instructions?«

Lioba let the hem go and looked at her.

»I just have been told that some criminals have watched me every second I was in these rooms! There is nothing they haven`t seen already!«

She pulled the T-Shirt over her head, revealing a black lacy bra. As she opened her belt, she added:

»At least, it`s still September! The heating doesn`t work properly!«

Under other circumstances, Isabelle would have admired how Lioba was coping with the whole situation. However, this was also the woman Mike had, in her eyes, betrayed her with.

Before she continued stripping, Lioba controlled that all curtains were closed. Isabelle slowly took off her shoes and socks and could not help looking at the other woman. Compare herself to her.

Since Lioba was only dressed in her bra from the waist up, she could see that she had a flat, trimmed tummy. Her breasts looked firm and Isabelle guessed that Lioba was a 34C.

»Obviously, Mike hardly varies his loot scheme!«, she thought. Being a 32C, Isabelle could not be called flat either, but when Lioba took off her jeans, she saw that the doctor would definitely win in the legs department.

Just to distract herself from watching her rival, Isabelle took off both her pullover and the top in one and then worked on her belt. Lioba was just peeling down her black, transparent pantyhose. She forced herself to smile.

»I would usually sit down for doing so, but then, we would have to share the armchair!«

Only now, Isabelle realized that Lioba had no couch. She scoffed and took off her trousers, unable to take her eyes from Lioba`s panties. Not matching her bra, they were white, with a black question mark on the panel.

»I wonder if Mike could answer that specific question?«, Isabelle thought grimly and stepped out of her trousers. Whilst she reached for the clasps of her bra, Lioba spun around to once again check the curtains and Isabelle could see the panties were in fact a thong; the rear panel was broad enough to leave room for a big black exclamation mark.

»Bitch!«, she thought.

»On three?«, Lioba asked, having turned back towards her and with her hands on her bra clasps, too. Isabelle just grunted and took off her bra, followed by Lioba. Only after a few seconds, Isabelle realized that she was stretching her shoulders to make her breasts look the best.

With a sigh, Lioba hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.

»At least, you are none of your male colleagues!«

She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. Isabelle couldn`t help staring at her middle. Lioba only sported a narrow strip of reddish pubic hair, but that wasn`t what caught her attention: beside the strip of hair, Lioba had a tattoo. It showed a stick figure that was pushing a lawnmower towards the remaining hair. Lioba noticed Isabelle`s look and blushed.

»A sin of my youth!«

Isabelle lowered her head and quickly removed her own panties. They were plain white Lycra and looked quite modest in comparison to Lioba`s thong. She reflexively shielded her pubic mound with her hand. Lioba saw this and shrugged.

»At least, they have already seen everything from me! Even when I was peeing or showering!«

Lioba shuddered and again, she slung her arms around her body. Isabelle, however, felt unable to say something consolidating.

»Tell me about Project Little Death!«, she demanded instead.

***

Sistine had reached the corridor and decided to run to the right for no other reason than simple intuition. Now, she saw that it ended at another door after some ten yards. She spun around, only to see that Greg was just pushing himself through the door.

»Mhhmmph!«

She turned her back towards the door and with her bound hands, she desperately shook the handle. The door was locked. Sistine kicked against the steel door, but the faint sound she produced was even more dissuasive.

Now, Greg stood some two yards away from her, his face a grimace that showed triumph and oppressed anger. His left covered his balls, but with his right, he made an inviting gesture towards her.

»Nnnggg! Mmhhmmph!«

Vigorously, she shook her head. At least, she didn`t want to go without a fight! Greg shrugged, slowly opened his belt and took it off. As he wound one end around his hand and let the other end that had a large brass buckle swish through the air, the girl stared at the belt as if it was an attacking cobra.

»Mhhmmm?«

She shyed back towards the door, trapped between that, the walls and the man with the belt. Greg nodded slowly, as if to tell her that this was indeed her fate. Then, however, he again made an inviting gesture with his other hand.

She was naked, bound and gagged and if he whipped her, she would be no better off. Sistine gulped; then, she nodded and stepped one step towards the man.

Greg grinned and then, he slowly threaded the belt through the eyelets and closed it. Having done so, he grabbed the girl`s hips and threw her over his shoulder, so energetic that her ample breasts bounced against his back. She felt his large hand on her buttocks and she flailed a bit, but he just clawed his fingers into her flesh as he carried her back into the room.

»That was a bad mistake, young Lady!«

As Greg lowered her to the ground, Sistine could see Lan standing beside the now unpacked pallet. On it, another naked woman was kneeling. The upright posture of her upper body, her thrust out breasts and the straps over her shoulders and around her waist told her that this woman, apparently Sophia Chabrol, was sporting a similar armbinder as Luana who was still lying on her side, staring at the scenery through the leg opening of Sistine`s panties.

Sophia was wearing glasses that built a strange contrast to the black gag mask and her naked state. Her legs were not only tied ankle to thigh, but also fixed to the pallet, forcing her to sit with her legs spread so Sistine had to stare directly at her pubic area. She noticed, however, a difference to Luana`s predicament: Sophia had no strap tied between her legs.

»I am sure I don`t have to introduce Dr. Chabrol to you, since you spent half the day with Dr. Karnstein.«

Lan approached her and Sistine wanted to shy back, but Greg still stood behind her. The Chinese sounded surprisingly friendly, but Sistine could see she still had the crop.

»Today`s your first day!«

Sistine suddenly felt a hysterical giggle built in her throat and hadn`t she been gagged, she would have blurted:

»Actually, tomorrow`s my first day! I could have stayed at home and right now, I could be sitting at my couch, watch TV and have some cocoa!«

However, it seemed that Lan was referring to her being here.

»On one`s first day, mistakes can be made. Thus, your punishment will only be lenient – unless you give me reason to be strict from the start!«

Lan had only slightly raised her voice, but her eyes showed an expression of cold determination that made Sistine lower her head. In a surprisingly gentle gesture, Lan put her hand under the girl`s chin and forced her to look at her. This time, she showed a slight smile.

»Get on the pallet!«

Trembling with fear, Sistine obeyed. Sophia looked up to her and Lan made her step closer between the other`s splayed thighs.

»Closer, get your feet under her buttocks!«

Sistine felt a slight touch of the riding crop on her own butt and knowing that the Chinese would not hesitate beating her, she pushed her feet under Sophia`s rear, shuddering as the warm flesh touched her insteps. Sophia cringed and let out a fluttering breath, either from humiliation or because she was ticklish. Finally, Sistine`s thighs were brushing against Sophia`s breasts and she could feel the other`s breath blow at her pubic mound.

»Now, I will count from 20 downwards! Just don`t leave your position, or I will have to start again and then, I will use the crop instead of my bare hand!«

Sistine bit down on her gag and closed her eyes, steeling herself for what she knew would come. A second later, she felt the first slap hit her butt.

***