The Little Death 10

»So, you are living alone?«

Isabelle had adjusted a little bit to the bizarre fact that she was sharing the bed with the woman she was jealous about. Under other circumstances, she would have admired Lioba for her calm way of dealing with their situation. They now had a plate with cheese and bread between them and each of them held a glass of red wine, though none of them dared to drink much; not because they needed to be sober, but because none of them had the desire to go to the bathroom together.

There was still the chance that Mike had not told her about Isabelle and thus, Lioba was more or less her fellow sufferer. If so, they could at least pass the time by ranting about Mike and so, Isabelle tried to approach the field of Lioba`s status of relationship.

She giggled and took a sip from her wine before she answered:

»You mean, why is a pretty young woman sacrificing her best years for a career that doesn`t even allow her to live in a decent house? At least, that was my mother`s opinion on that. But anyway, I am alone! Not because I want to, but currently, the only man I see regularly is Professor Leduc – and he definitely isn`t the man of my dreams!«

Now, Isabelle started an attack her younger sister had perfected over the years: with an impish smile, she asked:

»So, there is a man you are dreaming of?«

Lioba stood to her look, but she smirked and looked very young when she did. The blanket around her hips had slipped a little and Isabelle could see the head of her stick figure tattoo protrude, as if it tried to have a look at Isabelle.

»Well, I definitely wouldn`t deny Benedict Cumberbatch access to my bed«, she tried to dodge, but Isabelle insisted, forcing herself to keep on playing to be just interested:

»So, there is no cute lab assistant?«

Lioba scoffed.

»The last time I got more than a hug from a man during the last year was at my alumni meeting back in Sheffield!«

Isabelle took a quick sip and was almost glad she swallowed the wrong way, for it was an excuse for her strained look when she croaked:

»Really?«

»A true Yorkshire guy named Ozzie!«, Lioba replied, imitating a Northern English accent. Isabelle felt a wave of relief flood through her body.

»Ozzie? Let me guess, his last name was Osborne?«

Lioba shook her head.

»It`s just Dunbar. Oscar Dunbar. But believe me, Ozzie got his share of Ozzy Osborne jokes. I should know, for we were together for eighteen months back in High School!«

Now, Isabelle felt puzzled. Of course, it was possible that Lioba had only had a short affair with Mike back then and that she had been together with that Ozzie before or after that. But had she really kissed Mike and then spent the night with Ozzie at the same event? After all, there still was the photo of her and Mike.

Obviously stuck in her memories, Lioba continued:

»Obviously, he got a bit annoyed by his nickname, for he told me that since his time at the Army, he went under his second name!«

Isabelle felt an iron fist increase the pressure around her heart. Mike had once jokingly called her Mrs. Isabelle Dunbar and even before Lioba opened her mouth, she knew what she would say:

»Now, he is Michael Dunbar, but for me and his former classmates, he will always be Ozzie!«

***

Luana knew that if she had been able to get her hands free, she would have strangled Sophia. It wasn`t her fault that they had been tied together in such an intimate and embarrassing position, with their breasts and loins constantly rubbing against each other. Also, it hadn`t been Sophia who had shoved the vibrating plug up her rear that now added much to her irritation and discomfort. It wasn`t Sophia`s fault that she had to chew on her panties and Luana could also not blame Sophia for believing that it had been her and not Lan who had forced her to climax. All this was the fault of their captors. But why did Sophia have to make things worse by not being able to lie still for a second?

Their combined gags forced the two girls to press their lips together in a perpetual kiss and thus, Luana hadn`t been able to see that Ingrid had placed a feather in Sophia`s toe tie. When Sophia wriggled her toes or moved her feet, the light feather also moved and whenever the down brushed over her soles, she cringed and twitched, with all the consequences such movement had when two girls were tied front to front and had their crotch straps combined. Of course, Sophia knew about her weakness and she desperately tried not to move her feet or to stand it if the feather touched her, but she could just not lie completely still forever. Sometimes, she had to shift her position a bit and though Sophia tried to avoid getting tickled, it didn`t always work out and then, the vicious circle of her moving and getting teased even more when she squirmed and bucked was starting again, only to be stopped when she was about to faint and had to collect all her strength not to wet herself.

And yet, despite her anger and frustration, Luana now felt another change in her state: there was a growing warmth in her lap that had nothing to do with it being pressed against the loins of another woman. The chaffing of the crotch strap had caused an itching, but now, it was more and more like a tingle. A tingle that wasn`t all unpleasant and it grew whenever the leather strap rubbed over her sensitive flesh. It seemed as if the waves tried somehow to connect with these other, also not entirely unpleasant waves caused by the vibrating stick in her rear entrance.

However, only when Luana felt that also her breasts became more sensitive towards the touch of Sophia`s, she realized the terrible truth:

»Oh no, it`s me who has gotten LD!«

She knew that one of their problems was the correct dosage. Had this been a usual study with volunteers, the pharmacologists would have been very careful in increasing the doses, but obviously, Ingrid now had decided that she could give an overdose a try.

Still, LD could not break her will entirely. It could just increase a stimulation that was already there. However, it was there and the fact that Luana wasn`t into girls didn`t help much. Her lips were kissed by other moist lips, her breasts were constantly massaged, even if they both managed to hold still. They still had to breathe and so, their boobs, thrust out because of their armbinders and pressed together because their gags, crotch ropes and big toes were tied to each other, were constantly rubbing and grinding. The increasing slippery of their flesh from both Luana and Sophia were sweating only made things worse, as did the damn butt plug. However, the worst part of her current plight was the crotch strap.

The crotch strap! The damn, mean crotch strap! Luana had endured it repeatedly, applied so tight that it had completely disappeared from view and felt as if it would cut her in half. Lying still was painful, squatting or sitting meant agony. This time, the strap was almost loose in comparison, but, as Lan had pointed out, that didn`t mean relief. Being creamed with the ointment by Sistine, though embarrassing, had helped against the puckering pain, but her soft flesh still was very sensitive. And now, this sensitivity had increased by LD and also the constant moving of the strap. Back and forth, rubbing over her clit, chaffing her cleft and-

»Uuuhhmmmmm!«

Luana groaned as Sophia once again squirmed. She knew that this time, the impetus had come from her. It had been her who had moved, tried to feel the touch of the leather even more.

»No! I must fight this!«

Luana bit down on her panty-gag and felt a mélange of her saliva and Sophia`s run down her throat, mixed with other juices. She shuddered and it helped her to control her arousal, but she knew that victory would be short-lived. So far, Luana had been strong enough to resist the teasing by toys, but Lan had already forced her to orgasm a few times. And now, the situation was as bad, because though Lan wasn`t here, she still heard her saying:

»It`s like you got stung by a mosquito. You know that scratching only makes things worse, but after a while, you just can`t help it!«

As on keyword, Sophia let out a muffled, high pitched series of sighs that almost sounded as if she was giggling and she once again writhed and wriggled. The pulls on her crotch strap sent shivers through Luana`s womb, blissful, but also irritating.

Her right side felt numb from having to lie on it and so, Luana leaned against Sophia to ease the pressure. However, the narrow bunk hadn`t been designed for two persons and in addition, her movement caused the feather to brush over Sophia`s soles again and with a squeal, she reared up.

»Mhhrrrmmmm!«

»Uhmph!«

They rolled from the bunk, but since they were only some 15 inches above the floor that was heavily padded with rubber mats, none of them got hurt. In addition, Luana now was lying on top of Sophia.

For a few seconds, Sophia just felt relief. They still were connected and now, Luana`s body was resting upon hers, but also, the damn feather was crushed between her soles and the floor, unable to brush over her sensitive feet again. However, she then realized that this wasn`t the end of her ordeal.

First, she thought that Luana was just trying to get into another position, but then, she felt that her movements were different. More rhythmically. Luana moved her hips up and down, faster and faster, and she breathed deeper and heavier, more and more sounding like sighs and grunts.

»Oh no, she has gotten the LD, I-«

Sophia tried to do anything, but she was a helpless victim of Luana`s increasingly energetic thrusting. The Chinese had closed her eyes and had used her greater mobility by lying atop to open her thighs so she was more or less riding Sophia.

»Mph! Mph! Mph!«

Luana`s pelvis moved faster and faster and Sophia was nothing but the helpless plaything of her co-captive who brought herself over the edge almost forcefully. When she finally exploded in a hefty orgasm, Sophia felt almost relieved and when Luana collapsed and lost her tension, both girls joined in exhausted panting.

Then, after a short break, Luana started to move again.

***

Sistine cried into her blindfold. She felt betrayed and this wasn`t diminished by the fact that the traitor was her own body.

Lan had continued to spank her, in a steady rhythm, not really beating her hard, but also doing more than just light slaps. The tingling had strayed through her bottom and Sistine had to realize what Lan had recognized before: she was enjoying it.

Sistine hadn`t had much experience with boys and she would never have considered herself as masochistic. However, this pain wasn`t just hurting her, there was also the offer of joy and pleasure, coming from Lan`s other hand that rested between her legs. Whilst she continued to spank her, this other hand was tender and she didn`t try to get anywhere by force.

She felt a slight tingle in her loins and obviously, Lan had noticed it, too. When her next slap hit her buttocks, her other hand tightened its grip a bit and Sistine, pushed from behind, reared up and pressed her pubic mound against that hand.

»Oh no, what am I doing, I must-«

Her thought was interrupted by the next slap, for Lan always waited for a few seconds to allow each impact to develop. Again, she moved and now, she realized that something had changed. Lan`s fingers had slid inside her.

»Why, what, I – ooohhh!«

Lan pushed her fingers forward and slapped her, harder this time. Then, she withdrew, squirming her fingers, and Sistine could not help letting out a deep pleasureful groan as the tips of Lan`s fingers brushed over her most sensitive spots. Then, the hand stopped moving and Lan whispered:

»Does it feel good, Sistine?«

Sistine had moaned and Lan had hit her five more times. And each time, her fingers had pushed inside her, sending the most blissful shivers through her when they withdrew. Then, she had again stopped and asked her:

»You want me to stop?«

The sweet torture had already continued when Sistine had realized she had shaken her head. Again, it had been five strokes when Lan had stopped a third time.

»You want me to finish it?«

»Mhhmmm! Uuhhmmmm!«

Vigorously, Sistine had nodded and this time, Lan had continued. Again and again, her hand had slapped on the girl`s sore buttocks, sending tingling waves of slight pain through her rear, where they met with the sensational feeling of what she did with her other hand. It didn`t take long for Sistine to reach the peak and then, she was lying on her belly, panting and whilst her buttocks still burned and she felt like she would never be able to walk again, she more and more realized what she had done and she started to cry.

A hand brushed through her disheveled curls, removing her blindfold. Her tearing eyes fell on Lan`s face, close to her own. The Chinese looked a bit exhausted, but her smile was warm and friendly.

»Are you ashamed, sweet Sistine?«

»Sweet Sixteen« – the nickname had stuck with her for years and she had got used to it, but now, as the criminal who had just caused her to cum used it, it made her sob again. Lan continued to caress her hair and then, she leaned forward. Sistine stiffened as she felt that the Chinese as indeed naked, but then, she almost petrified as the other woman kissed her tears away.

»But what are you ashamed of, sweet girl?«

Lan`s other hand brushed over Sistine`s buttocks and though the touch was as soft as a breeze, it made her gasp. However, Lan continued caressing her sore flesh, as if she was painting Chinese characters with her index finger. At the same time, she still had her other hand on Sistine`s nape and looked at her. There was no mockery and Sistine could not help looking closer at the other woman. Her age was hard to guess, but there were a few wrinkles around her eyes and though her smile softened her expression, she still looked a bit austere, yet also attractive.

»Is it because you enjoyed it?«

Sistine`s eyes widened. Then, she let out a fluttering breath as Lan slightly increased the pressure of her fingers brushing over her buttocks. Her smile became mischievous and she playfully pulled on Sistine`s earlobe.

»Don`t try to pretend it wasn`t so! My fingers still hurt!«

She bent forward and kissed Sistine`s nose before she added:

»On both hands!«

Sistine`s response was a chortle as she felt a hysterical giggle build in her throat. On both hands! This just was so absurd! Lan cuddled against her and placed another kiss on her nose.

»That`s better! I guess there is a lovely smile behind your gag!«

»Mhhmm?«

To Sistine, the great proximity of the other nude woman felt irritating, as di the way that conversation was going. Irritating, but also a bit intriguing.

»If I take off your gag, will you promise not to scream?«

This was a more common terrain, known to her from detective novels, and so, she nodded. Lan began to work on the buckle of her gag mask, but before she opened it, she added:

»I will only take it off if you show me your most lovely smile. Will you promise that, too, sweet Sistine?«

Lan waited until again, the girl nodded slightly. The Chinese blew a kiss to her chin and then, she loosened the straps. Slowly, she then pulled the rubber ball from her mouth. Sistine panted and felt drool drip over her chin. Lan looked at her.

»Such full and moist lips. Now, show me your smile!«

Sistine forced her lips into a wryly grimace.

»Aww, you can do better than that!«

Lan`s fingers started drumming on her buttocks whilst she playfully squeezed her cheek with her other hand. Sistine shook her head.

»Hey!«

Involuntarily, she smiled a little and Lan now withdrew from her butt so she could take the girl`s face between both her hands.

»That`s a little better, but I am still not satisfied!«

She grabbed both Sistine´s earlobes and forced her to look directly at her eyes, though it was clear that she didn`t want to hurt the other. Then, her expression turned stern and she asked:

»Do you know what happens to girls who refuse to smile?«

»They become symbols in our eternal struggle against the patriarchy!«

The answer got Lan completely off-guard and the flabbergasted expression on her face was so funny that Sistine indeed had to laugh. After a few seconds, Lan joined in and they giggled. Then, Lan placed a kiss on the girl`s lips.

»Actually, I wanted you to smile and not to make me! But okay, you won!«

Sistine knew that she now could have screamed or at least pleaded to be released, but she felt that she should not destroy the strange bond between her and her captor. So, she just replied:

»I hardly feel like a winner!«

»Aww, you look sweet when you are pouting!«

»I am not pouting, I – I am scared! I feel humiliated and-«

Again, tears shot into her eyes and her lips trembled. Lan still held her head between her hands and said:

»And you just had a wonderful orgasm!«

Lan`s grip tightened so she couldn`t avoid her eyes. Sistine panted and she wanted to yell at her captor, that she had forced herself upon her, that it had been a reaction to her situation, a matter of self-defense – but the words died in her throat. She let out a croak and Lan whispered:

»If I would do again what I just did, what would happen? What do you think, sweet Sistine?«

»You are a monster!«, Sistine croaked. Lan just nodded slightly.

»Sometimes, I am. However, you haven`t answered my question yet!«

Quickly, she changed her position, grabbing Sistine´s nape with one hand whilst her other went back to her butt, clawing into her sore flesh in a way that made her cringe and gasp.

»Tell me what would happen?«

She eased her grip to a massage that still felt a bit painful, but also sent tingles through her loins. Sistine whimpered and Lan repeated her question.

»You – you know the answer!«, she gasped.

»I do – but I would prefer to hear it from your lovely mouth!«

Again, she playfully clawed her fingers into Sistine`s buttocks and the girl let out a moan before she gasped:

»Okay, okay, stop it! I will say it, but, please, stop!«

Lan again eased her grip, but her hand remained on her rear. However, she had changed the position of her fingers a bit and now, they slightly touched Sistine´s labia. Her other hand let the girl`s nape go and caressed her cheek.

»What would your reaction be, sweet Sistine?«

»I- I w-would-«, Sistine began to stammer, but to her surprise, Lan now placed her finger upon her lips.

»I will consider it said – under one condition!«

Sistine hesitated. Though the real humiliation already had happened, it somehow felt even harder to admit by herself that Lan would be able to make her climax again.

»Wha-what condition?«

Lan smiled and her eyes seemed unnaturally big, so close to Sistine`s.

»Just a kiss, sweet Sistine!«

Sistine panted. The idea of kissing her captor was terrifying, but on the other hand, the woman had kissed her already and it would be less embarrassing than the alternative.

»Okay!«, she breathed and steeled herself when Lan`s face came even closer. she felt the other`s lips on her own and then, she clenched her teeth as she felt Lan`s tongue enter her mouth.

»Please, no!«

Again, her neck was grabbed and the grip on her sore buttocks tightened.

»We had an agreement! And that wasn`t a real kiss!«

Sistine stared at Lan and suddenly, she could read something in her brown eyes. Not triumph or glee, not even lust – it was something sad, a desire for more than carnal pleasures. It was a soft side on her captor and when Lan bent forward again, she didn`t shy back. Instead, she closed her eyes and when their lips met, she kissed her back.

The sigh from Lan`s throat was one of something that had been oppressed a long time and she cuddled against Sistine, hungrily kissing her, but in a way that wasn`t predatory. It was the thirst of someone who had been stumbling through the desert for years and now had found a fountain. Lan groaned once again and when she withdrew from Sistine, there were tears in her eyes.

»Thank you!«, she breathed.

***

It had taken Sophia a while to realize that Luana wasn`t trying to get a second climax, despite her still lying atop of her and wriggling like a worm. However, Luana`s goal was something else.

The way they were gagged meant that their lips were pressed against each other, but it also allowed her to pull on the cleave. It was tight and even when Sophia had finally understood what she wanted and had tried to help, it took considerable effort to work the stocking out of her mouth and over her chin. When it hung around her neck like a narrow collar, Luana could start to work the giant wad of two entangled panties from her mouth. She could not help drooling all over Sophia`s face, but finally, she could spit out her gag. Panting, the exhausted girl let her head sink down, unable to speak for a while. Then, however, she raised her head and focused Sophia.

»Before I ungag you, you will listen to me – please!«

Sophia could say nothing against it and so, Luana continued:

»It wasn`t me who – touched you. It was Lan! They forced me not to tell you. They – they could hurt my family!«

She waited until Sophia nodded slightly; then, she used her teeth to pull the cleave gag from between her co-captive´s lips. After some hesitating, she then grabbed the panties with her mouth and helped Sophia to work them out of her oral cavity.

»Phew! Thank you!«

She believed Luana what she had said. Now, a detail of what had happened to her suddenly made sense: she had been blindfolded and deafened, but though her sense of feeling had been occupied with either getting tickled (or both), she had felt one detail. Whoever had touched her had worn sleeves and Luana had been naked since she had first seen her here.

She wanted to say something when Luana suddenly spasmed.

»I-is LD still working?«

With a grimace, Luana shook her head.

»I – I h-have a vibrator wh-where – where the sun doesn`t shine!«

Luana blushed and lowered her head and Sophia also felt her cheeks redden from the information. However, they had to concentrate on something else.

»Now, do we have a chance to get loose?«

Luana raised her head and then, she shook it.

»We could gnaw through the stockings around our necks, but there is no chance we can open the straps holding us together. And if we scream, it would only alert our captors. I fear they will come anyway, as soon as they see that we have managed to remove our gags!«

She looked towards the ceiling where the camera`s red eye could be seen. Sophia sighed. The spark of hope had been kicked out before it had even glowed.

To at least allow Sophia some easier breathing, they rolled to their sides. Then, Sophia asked, trying to use the precious time of talking:

»Has Ingrid gone mad?«

Luana scoffed.

»Not in the clinical sense. However, it is Lan who is behind all that! Ingrid`s just her coworker, someone who has an expertise in pharmacology and lacks scruples. But the mastermind is Lan. And behind her stands Red China!«

Being Taiwanese, Luana had always referred to her home country as »China«, whilst the People`s Republic was »Red China« for her. However, what interest did an East Asian dictatorship have in an aphrodisiac?

»I don`t like the Communists«, Luana continued, »but they are no fools. So, if they are spending a few millions on supporting this lab, plus some men from their secret service, they are expecting a considerable return.«

They fell silent and for a minute, the only sound was their breathing, plus a very faint buzzing sound.

»It must be Luana`s butt plug!«, Sophia thought and just to shoo away that image, she asked:

»Will we ever get out of this?«

Luana neither nodded nor shook her head.

»I don`t know. So far, they haven`t abducted Lioba and maybe, if she calls the Police, they may find us in time. After all, we are useful and so, they won`t kill us – now!«

Despite being covered with sweat and being pressed against Luana`s hot, nude body, Sophia felt a shiver run down her spine.

Perhaps, there would be an escape, but for now, all they could do was to wait for someone to gag them again and to hope that they would not be punished too hard for ungagging themselves!

***

Despite their situation and despite the turmoil of feelings Isabelle found herself in, both she and Lioba had dozed off, but both immediately came to life when something dumped on the balcony. Not daring to move, they had waited if someone had jumped on the balcony and would now enter the bedroom, but finally, Isabelle sneaked to the door and peeped through the curtains.

»What is it?«, Lioba asked, but Isabelle just opened the door and reached out. When she turned back, she held a brick in her hand. To it, three envelopes were tied: a white, a blue and a red one.

»Wrong order«, Isabelle murmured as she loosened the cord and placed the envelopes on the bed. Each had something written on it: the white one said »Read me first!« whilst the red one was marked »Isabelle« and the blue one »Lioba«.

Seeing no point in not following the given order, Isabelle opened the white envelope. It contained three Polaroid, showing Sophia, Luana and Sistine, all stark naked and gagged. Beside it was a small note:

»Good morning! Now, each of you may spend 15 minutes in the bathroom alone! In the meantime, the other shall read the instructions in her envelope. Please, don`t tell the other what it says, she will find out soon enough! Follow these orders – or else!«

Lioba and Isabelle exchanged a nervous look. This game was far from being over, they had just reached the next level!

***