The Little Death 9

Though Lan silently counted up to five between two slaps, Sistine`s spanking didn`t last long. Also, it wasn`t especially painful. Sure, the petite Chinese was considerably strong, but it had hurt more when Sistine had accidentally hit the door frame with her big toe the day before, and that hadn`t even left a bruise. The slaps just caused a tingle.

However, it was humiliating. Sistine was stark naked and she got spanked like a naughty girl. In addition, to keep balance, she had to stand with her pubic mound close to the other woman`s face and each time Lan hit her, she was pushed forward a little so she felt Sophia`s nose touch her pubic hair. Also, having the naked Sophia sit on her feet didn`t make things more convenient.

When Lan had finished slapping Sistine`s buttocks, she brushed over her victim`s slightly reddened flesh and whispered into her ear:

»Don`t forget you are on probation! After all, you also hurt Greg and I am quite sure he would like to punish you, too!«

Sistine knew what kind of game the Chinese was playing: it was a version of »good cop – bad cop« and she was trying to manipulate her captive into fearing Greg more than her. The only problem was that Sistine had no other choice than to participate in that game.

To her surprise, Lan now grabbed her shoulders and made her step back a bit from Sophia.

»Now, do you think I am treating my captives rude?«

Sistine suspected some ulterior motives in that question, but she saw no point in lying and so, she nodded emphatically. Lan answered with a surprisingly friendly smile.

»And if it were up to you to spare them some of their suffering, would you do so, Sistine?«

Now, the Policewoman felt alerted: Lan definitely had ulterior motives. But then, she looked at her co-captives who were suffering worse than her and again, she nodded. Lan pointed at Luana who was still lying on her side.

»I am sure you would admit that her predicament is worse than Sophia`s. So, Sistine, you may reduce her plight. But choose wisely, you are only allowed one action!«

Dismayed, Sistine stared down at Luana who looked back at her, the panties covering her head slightly billowing from her panting.

»Sure, she would love to have them removed from her face!«

It felt a little embarrassing to Sistine to consider her own panties as a torture instrument, but after she had worn them for an entire day, the fragrance sure wasn`t pleasant. In addition, it would be easy to just grab them with her toes and to remove them, even with her wrists and elbows cuffed.

However, as she approached the helpless Asian, she could not help looking at her pubic mound that looked so unnatural, cruelly bisected by the tight strap. And Sistine realized that in comparison to the crotch strap, the panty hood was just a minor inconvenience.

She noticed that Luana stiffened as she kept staring at her middle, but Sistine tried to figure out how she could undo the strap. It looked like a small belt and it had been slung around her waist strap before it had been buckled excruciatingly tight.

Luana ached and closed her thighs as Sistine raised her leg and tried to touch her with her foot.

»Mhhmm! Uuhhmm!«

Desperately, Sistine tried to communicate to her co-captive that she was just trying to help. And obviously, Luana understood, for after a while, she opened her thighs.

Sistine now tried to grab the buckle with her toes, though both women cringed as her big toe touched Luana`s pubic mound. However, the buckle had been pulled snug to her clit and also was too tight to be eased by her toes. Sistine would have to use her hands.

With her arms tied behind her back, it meant she had to sit down with her back turned towards Luana and then, she had to work blindfolded, just using her sense of feeling. Sistine bit down on the pantyhose stuffing her mouth, trying to ignore what parts of the other woman`s body she was just touching and also trying not to listen to the strained breathes of Luana.

Finally, she managed to grab the strap and to loosen it. Luana let out a deep groan and Sistine quickly got up, also panting from the effort. Lan applauded her and approached. Then, she seemed to think twice, as she ostentatiously scratched her chin whilst looking at Luana who was trying to hide her relief.

»You know, Sistine, Luana`s pleasure might be short-lived. Soon, as her circulation will get back to normal, the rather dull pain will be replaced by a more burning one. The puckering will almost drive her mad, not to mention the tingling and itching that will follow. Really, she will perhaps wish you never undid the strap!«

Sistine just stared at Lan whilst Luana shuddered and was sure that she already felt the pain increase, as if Lan had evoked it with her words. The Chinese Officer now reached for her breast pocket and took a small flat can from it. She opened it and put some white ointment on her index finger. When she approached Sistine, the girl shied back.

»It`s just the Chinese equivalent to Nivea cream, completely harmless!«

She reached out and smeared the ointment on Sistine`s breast. Then, she rubbed it over her skin with her finger. The girl panted from humiliation, but the ointment did indeed nothing worse than causing a little cooling. Then, she realized what this meant and she vigorously shook her head.

»Ah, I see that you understand what you have to do. Now, it`s your choice again: either you finish bringing Luana some ease – or you might as well undo it – though in that case, it would rather be called reapplying!«

Though she was horrified, Sistine`s brain worked efficiently as she got the two alternatives Lan gave her: either, she would have to cream Luana`s middle or she would have to put the crotch strap back on, as tight as before. Of course, she also had the option of refusing to both, but what would be the consequences of that? Over Lan`s shoulder, she could see Greg leaning against the wall. Would Lan allow him to have his way with her?

She looked at Luana who showed a strained expression and whose thrust out chest was heaving from either the growing flame between her legs or from sheer fear.

»If I reapply the strap, it will cost me just another minute of humiliation! Luana sure won`t squirm and let me do it! But I- I just can`t-«

With a deep groan, Sistine turned her back towards Lan and stretched out her bound arms. She could almost see the Chinese woman`s mile as she handed her the open can and allowed her to put a copious amount of ointment on her fingers.

When she went down to the floor again, she noticed that Luana had tuned on her back and opened her thighs. Either, she really needed the cooling cream or she just wanted to make things easier for Sistine.

Again, she maneuvered herself in a position allowing her to touch the other woman`s private parts. For Sistine, it was far worse, for now, she had to lube Luana and to get in much closer contact than when she had picked at the strap`s buckle. Her cheeks burned and Luana`s slight wriggling and her faint sighs of relief didn`t make things easier. When she finally was done, Sistine was slightly trembling and staggered when she tried to get back to her feet. Lan clapped her hands.

»It`s getting late! Greg, help me to guide our guests to the dining room whilst I consider sleeping arrangements!«

***

At Lioba`s apartment, Isabelle felt as if she had to endure a bizarre adult version of a sleepover. Lioba had felt a bit wobbly in her knees and so, they had withdrawn to her bedroom, since her bed was the only place where they could both sit down without having to touch each other. The doctor had lied down, getting as close to the wall as she could, before she had invitingly patted on the bed. Isabelle felt not the slightest desire to share the bed with that woman, but on the other hand, she felt exhausted, too. In addition, by draping the sheet over themselves, they could at least hide their bodies from the waist down without disobeying the rules. So, she tried to leave as much space between herself and Lioba as possible and they both were lying side by side, leaning against the wall, whilst Lioba explained to Isabelle about Project Little Death.

»So, when your magic potion`s ready, it will allow women to have better sex?«, Isabelle asked when Lioba had finished. She made no effort to make her words sound other than »and that`s all?«.

»Our ›magic potion‹, as you like to call it, would guarantee an orgasm each time. We could offer our sex the same pleasure men get for millennia, just by default!«

Obviously, she had triggered Lioba`s scientific honor, but Isabelle could just think of the fact that, most likely, the other woman had had her last orgasm with the same man as she. To distract herself, from such thoughts, she asked:

»But what would it get you that has made Ingrid to rely on abduction and worse? I mean, what sums are we talking about?«

Lioba shrugged.

»Don`t forget about the reputation. I mean, Leduc sure thinks that LD will get him the Nobel Price, but even if the Swedes are as conservative as they used to be in the past, it sure will get him a call to the Sorbonne and other merits in the field of science. However-«

»Ingrid won`t be able to get all that if she has to fear getting arrested as soon as she shows up to the public«, Isabelle completed Lioba`s objection.

»So, it`s all about the money?«

Lioba fell silent for a few moments before she answered:

»Well, the scientists involved would sure get a considerable sum, but those who make the real money are the corporations that produce and sell the product. I doubt that she would get more than 100.000 at the most. Quite a lot of money, but not if you have to stay in the hiding for the next 20 years.«

For a while, none of them spoke. Isabelle then put another thought into words:

»Perhaps, she is cooperating with a corporation that will pay her more. On the cost of that not only will she have to disappear, but also all evidence of the corporation being involved in illegal activities.«

»Evidence like Sophia, your colleague – and us«, Lioba croaked. Then, she suddenly leaned over Isabelle.

»He!«, the Policewoman protested as the doctor`s breasts touched hers for a moment. Lioba rummaged through the drawer of her nightstand and then withdrew to her side of the bed.

»Sorry, but the nightstand is on your side!«

Isabelle saw that Lioba was holding a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. As she saw the look in her unwilling companion`s eyes, Lioba forced a smile on her face.

»I usually would get to the balcony, but I am afraid that tonight, I have to let my own rules go a bit!«

She was right: not only would she have to get there in the nude, Isabelle would also have to join her. She had to admit that it was enough that a bunch of criminals could observe them in their birthday suits; they didn`t have to include the neighborhood to that illustrious circle.

»You want one, too?«, Lioba mumbled, the cigarette between her lips. Isabelle shook her head. She had to remember the last time she had been sitting in a bed naked whilst someone had been smoking: it had been at their hotel room at Malta and she and Mike had just enjoyed the pleasures of the bed together.

»I am trying to quit«, Lioba informed her, »but I think that today, I have earned a little reward. Phew, it perhaps helps me to get rid of the taste of my socks! Maybe, that`s the final argument against jogging!«

»You should try the taste of used panties!«, Isabelle thought. She had to fight down a growing sympathy towards Lioba. According to what had happened to her – and still was happening! –, she did great. She did not scream or cry and even tried to cope with the situation by some humor. However, she didn`t want to admit that a woman she considered her rival had any good character traits.

»You know«, Lioba said, taking another draw, »when you spoke on the answering machine that you wouldn`t come, I was afraid that I would have to stay bound and gagged all night. So, at least one of us has improved!«

 Now, Isabelle felt like someone had put a knot into her stomach and only the fact that Lioba would have had to come with her prevented her from rushing into the bathroom and trying to vomit.

***

»Thirty seconds to go!«

Mike knew it would not be exactly half a minute until his status update expired, but at midnight, Isabelle`s deadline for calling him was running out. He did not count down the last ten seconds; instead, he looked ad Isabelle`s messages on WhatsApp, telling him she had last been online at 6:17 pm.

»So, I sent you a gesture of good will and you decide to ignore it!«

Somehow, he had known it before. Why else had he already packed his belongings, enabling him to leave at once? Mike had also not drunk, except for one last British beer before having to get to France, and he had thanked his military training for allowing him to have found a few hours of sleep during the afternoon. Now, however, he knew that disappointment would keep him awake.

»No need to delay my departure any longer!«

He had paid the room in advance and so, he just placed a 10 Pound note on the bed for the chamber maid, grabbed his helmet, backpack and the bike`s saddle bags and left. The hotel manager would perhaps wonder why he had disappeared in the midst of the night, but he sure would not call the Police.

An hour later, he was on board of a night ferry and stood in the bar, having a coffee whilst some of his country people used the short time on international waters to enjoy tax free alcohol. He looked over a large format map of France that was pinned to the wall and did a rough calculation: if nothing came into his way, he could be at Reims in the morning where he would phone Bishop and have breakfast. If he then would keep on driving, he could get as far as Dijon by the evening and on Tuesday evening, he could be at Nice.

»At least, Cassandra`s no ginger!«

His thoughts wandered from Isabelle to Lioba. Lioba, his first real girlfriend. Lioba whom he hadn`t seen for years, but who had literally stumbled upon him when he had attended their alumni meeting at Sheffield.

»In what exciting times we live!«, Mike scoffed, crumpled his empty coffee cup in his fist and threw it into the dustbin.

***

»Have an entertaining night!«

Ingrid closed the door of the cell behind herself. There were three cameras installed in the tiny room and so, she would not only be able to watch her captives whenever she liked, she could also cut together a best of.

»Just for scientific reasons, of course!«, she thought and felt a blissful shudder in her loins. She knew that the scientific aspect of what she had done to Sophia and Luana was just a very thin veil upon her having some sadistic fun.

To her surprise, Lan had withdrawn, taking Sistine with her, and so, it had been on her to make arrangements for the two remaining captives. They had been fed and allowed to use the bathroom separately and then, Ingrid had started with Sophia. She had removed her former colleague`s glasses.

»I don`t want them to get destroyed«, she had explained, but of course, her intention was that the petite doctor felt a little more helpless. Not that she would have noticed much difference, for she still sported the armbinder and the gag mask. Only her ankle-to-thigh bonds had been replaced by simple shackles around her ankles. Ingrid than had held her two fists close to Sophia`s eyes.

»Left or right? I would have preferred to offer you the choice between a blue and a red pill, but that would have been too obvious!«

When Sophia hadn`t reacted, Ingrid`s smile had left her eyes, turning it into a frightening grimace.

»If you don`t make a decision, I will have the men have some fun with you. Then, your only choice will be which opening hurts more!«

She had enjoyed how Sophia`s eyes had widened ad how she had whimpered with fear before she had pointed on Ingrid`s left fist with her chin. She had opened her hand, revealing a plain white pill.

»Now, as you can guess, this is either our prototype of LD or a placebo. I of course know what you have just chosen, but it would ruin the test if I told you. You will find out soon enough!«

She had removed Sophia`s gag and she had tried to argue once she had licked her parched lips:

»Ingrid, please, I-«

»Sophia, I won`t insult your intelligence by pretending that this is all fun. But if you do what I say, you will suffer less!«

She had given the blonde German a last pleading look, but then, she had taken the pill and swallowed it. She had only tasted the sweet sugar coating, but she knew that their captors would have taken care that the placebo tasted the same as the real stuff. Ingrid gave her some water and then, she produced something from her pocket. It was a pair of white panties, with a lace trimming.

»I hope that they are still tasty, after you had them in your mouth already!«

»Why these? It`s disgusting!«

»Hey, I will tell Luana you said such things about her underwear!«, Ingrid had joked and then stuffed the still slightly damp garment into Sophia`s mouth. She had retched, for Ingrid worked the material deep into her oral cavity and besides, they still tasted vile.

Ingrid had then produced two long nylon stockings, tied together in the middle so they looked like a big »X«. She had placed the knot on Sophia`s mouth and then stepped behind her. Before she had knotted the ends off at her nape, she had repeatedly pulled on them, making sure that the gag was extremely tight and cut into the corners of her mouth.

»Uuhmmmph!«

»Come on, if you have gotten the real compound, you will soon forget about that little discomfort! If not – well, just deal with the fact that Luana will have some fun!«

Sophia got distracted from her gag when Ingrid reached between her legs. She tried to squeeze her thighs together, but Ingrid just was stronger than her and grabbed the strap that was dangling from a ring at the top of Sophia`s armbinder.

»Mhhmmph! Nnnggg!«

»Ah, you remember how tight it was applied to Luana? Don`t worry, yours will be much more lenient! You will almost not notice it!«

Ingrid had placed the strap over her pubic mound. Then, with two fingers, she had splayed Sophia`s labia and then threaded the strap`s end through the buckle. Sophia had mewed and bucked, but the blonde had then tightened the crotch strap. As promised, it hadn`t been applied too tight, but it felt very irritating and the slightest move of her arms made things worse.

»If you got LD, you might enjoy this strap once everything is hot, moist and swollen«, Ingrid had breathed as if offering a precious gift. Then, she had left the helpless girl alone, only to reappear with Luana a little later.

In front of Sophia, she had removed Luana´s gag mask, revealing that her mouth had also been packed with a lacy thong. After the Chinese had taken her pill, she had taken Sophia`s panties from her pocket and slowly balled them up. Then, as if thinking twice, she had wrapped the thong around them and then forced the wad into Luana`s mouth.

»She`s a screamer on special occasions«, she had informed Sophia and this time, the humiliation had caused a slight reddening of Luana`s cheeks. However, worse was to come.

»Now, time for you to kiss!«

Ingrid had forced Luana to press her lips on Sophia`s and then used the dangling ends of the second stocking to not only secure Luana`s gag, but also to make sure their mouth would stay glued together. Now, Sophia could see the other´s eyes, as big as saucers, mere inches in front of her own and she also felt Luana`s thrust out breasts press against her own.

She then had felt the blonde`s hands push between them and then, Luana had suddenly been even closer and at the same moment, the crotch strap had tightened. With horror, Sophia had realized that Ingrid had threaded Luana`s crotch strap through her own before buckling it shut, ensuring that on every move, their pubic mounds grinded against each other. Already, Sophia felt the warmth of her co-captive`s lap and she involuntarily tried to part their pubic areas by moving backwards, only to pull Luana towards her.

»Don`t start right now, I am not ready yet!«

Ingrid had pushed the two captives so they had tumbled onto the bunk. Then, she had taken two zip ties from her pocket. With one of them, she had tied Luana`s big toes together.

»Now, this might become a little teasing, Sophia!«

She had grabbed Sophia`s feet and stretched them, touching her soles in the progress and forcing her to cringe and twitch. Finally, Ingrid had sat down on her captives` lower legs so she could tickle Sophia a bit longer, forcing her to helplessly rub her body against Luana`s. Only then, when she had heard the exhausted gasps of both women, had she threaded the zip tie through the one fixing Luana`s big toes and then tying Sophia`s toes with it. Now, their insteps were pressed against each other and both girls` soles were exposed. Ingrid had brushed over Luana`s, causing just a faint grunt.

»Too bad you are not ticklish!«

She then had raked over Sophia`s soles with her long fingernails and the girl had twitched helplessly, sending all kind of funny noises through her gag.

»And too bad I can`t be here with you all the time!«

Ingrid had then taken a bushy ostrich`s feather and pushed the quill into Sophia`s toe tie. Now, if one of them made a false move, the feather would brush over the girl`s soles, soft as a breeze and yet as mean as the devil himself.

Before she had left, Ingrid had secretly pressed the button of a little remote in her coat pocket. When she had been outside with Luana, she had, with the help of some lube, pushed a small bullet-shaped thing the size of a thumb into Luana`s rear. Now, she had activated the little engine inside the toy. It was set on low so it would last the entire night, but nevertheless, the vibrations would both irritate and humiliate Luana who was always so proud of her inner strength and self-discipline.

»Let`s see how long it will take LD to let herself go!«, Ingrid thought. She had taken no chances in her game with Sophia and used two placebos for her choice, to make sure that Luana would get the real aphrodisiac. The Asian was harder to arouse and thus, it would provide them with more valuable data. However, by making Sophia believe that she had by a chance of 50 percent gotten the real stuff, she would perhaps get aroused just by her own imagination.

»And my ex always thought that pharmacy`s boring!«

***

»Here we are!«

Lan entered the room, followed by Sistine. The latter had little choice in the matter, as she still had her arms cuffed at wrists and elbows. She was still gagged with the pantyhose and tape and now, Lan had also put a sleeping mask over her eyes and buckled a collar around the girl`s neck. Tied to that was a leash she used to direct Sistine along a corridor and obviously outside, as the girl sensed some gravel under her soles and also heard some sounds she couldn`t quite classify as they entered another corridor after just a few yards. Now, she still felt concrete under her feet. Behind her, a steel door fell shut and then, the blindfold was removed.

Sistine blinked and saw she was in a small room. It had concrete walls and no windows, but it was equipped with a cupboard, a desk and a broad bed with posts. Obviously, this was Lan`s private room.

»Now, being here`s a privilege for you. However, as you are still on probation, this can be taken from you if I decide so. And my decision depends on your behavior. You got me?«

Sistine nodded, knowing that resistance would get her nowhere, except maybe in Greg`s arms. Lan approached another door and opened it. The room behind it was small, less than two square yards, but it contained a simple shower behind a curtain, a sink and a toilet.

»Relieve yourself!«, Lan ordered. Sistine`s eyes widened. She indeed had to go, but how could she with her arms tied? Lan noticed her hesitation and shrugged.

»So, you prefer Greg`s company for the night?«

Sistine stared at her captor. For a few seconds, she really had to think what answer would be right. There was no doubt about what the man would do once she found herself in his clutches. However, at least, she would know what would expect her whilst the Chinese was completely unpredictable. After some heartbeats, irrational hope took over.

Slowly, on trembling legs, Sistine approached the toilet. Then, she turned her bound arms towards Lan.

»Mhhmm? Uhhmmph!«

With a warm smile, Lan said:

»You won`t need your arms, will you? Now, relieve yourself!«

The last two words, Lan had spoken with a considerable sharpness in her voice and so, Sistine sat down on the toilet seat. Leaning in the open door, Lan asked:

»You want me to close the door?«

With an angry glance, Sistine nodded. Smiling maliciously, Lan stepped forward so she touched Sistine`s knees and then closed the door behind her. Then, she repeated her order.

»Just be glad it isn`t one of these French toilets!«

Now, Sistine felt the urge to tell her where she could put all French toilets in the world. However, that outburst of rage somehow enabled her to pee in the other woman`s presence, though she was blushing all over and kept her head lowered.

Immediately after she had finished, Lan turned surprisingly friendly again. She ungagged the girl and gave her some water. When Sistine refused to eat as well, she just shrugged and grabbed the leash.

»Get onto the bed now!«

Sistine climbed on top of the bed and now, she realized that on each post, a pair of handcuffs was fixed. Lan tied her ankles to the lower bed posts, forcing her to lie on her tummy. Sistine blushed again, for the size of the bed forced her to spread her legs obscenely wide.

Lan freed her arms, but only to tie her wrists to the upper bed posts. Now, Sistine was completely spread and though the position was tolerable, she could hardly move and felt very vulnerable.

»Now, say aaahh!«

»Aaauuhmmph!«

When she opened her mouth, Lan forced a rubber ball into her mouth. It was attached to a broad leather band and when Lan had buckled it at Sistine`s nape, she felt that the gag would not come off easily. The rubber ball tasted vile, but better than the used pantyhose. In addition, she now would not risk choking.

 The sleeping mask was put over her eyes again and then, she heard some rustling; obviously, Lan took off her clothes.

»Oh my God, where does she want to sleep?«

The question was answered as the bed moved and then, she felt the presence of the other woman. Obviously, Lan had not bothered putting on any clothes.

»Nnggg! Mmhhmmph!«

Ignoring her muffled protests, Lan brushed over Sistine`s back and then, her hand rested on her buttocks.

»You remember when I touched them last, Sistine?«

Sistine cringed and moaned when Lan reminded her of getting spanked. Then, the Chinese playfully slapped each of her buttocks.

»I did so to punish you, but this was not my main purpose. In fact, I tried to get to know you better.«

»Mmhhmmm?«

»Some girls like a little pain – and though I am sure you wouldn`t admit, I am quite sure you are one of them!«

Now, Sistine pulled on her unyielding bonds and screamed through her gag, but Lan just waited until exhaustion forced her to calm down. Then, she pushed her hand between the panting girl`s spread thighs and cupped her pubic mound.

»As said, it`s just a theory, but now, we have all night to either verify or falsify it!«

Helplessly, Sistine squirmed and mewed as Lan adjusted her fingers, so her middle finger rested on her clit whilst the others touched her labia and her thumb was near her cleft. Then, with a smacking sound, Lan`s hand landed on her right buttock. Sistine moaned and when the tingles strayed through her rear, Lan hit her other buttock.

»You may call me old fashioned«, Lan crowed between two slaps, »but sometimes, I enjoy some good old handwork!«

***