The Little Death 11

With mixed feelings, Isabelle looked at the bathroom door. From behind it, she could hear the sound of the hair dryer, implicating that Lioba was trying to get the most of her 15 minutes of privacy. She had read the content of her envelope and the instructions in it had been very clear, even including a few drawings. She had also found the promised rope stored in one of Lioba`s drawers, just as the writer had said.

Now, she felt some anger about Ingrid and her accomplices for playing such games with them. Besides, she also was worried about Sistine, her colleague who had been put in danger partially because she had taken her with her. However, she also felt a little glee when she imagined Lioba`s reaction on what Isabelle would have to do to her.

Her eyes fell on the other envelope and she knew that it included instructions about what Lioba would have to do to her. She was about to look inside when the sound of the hairdryer stopped. Quickly, Isabelle draped the blanket over the rope and waited. Lioba entered a few seconds later, still brushing her hair. She had wrapped a towel around her body, thus still obeying the rules, but being covered.

»My bath is yours – well, except for the pink shaver, maybe!«

Isabelle just entered the bathroom and closed the door. She quickly followed nature ant then took the opportunity to shower, too. Like Lioba, she also covered herself with one of the big towels before getting back into the bedroom again. There, Lioba was sitting on the bed, holding a sheet in her hand. When she saw Isabelle, she got up. With a hoarse voice, she said:

»It says that you shall start following your instructions!«

Isabelle nodded. She cleared her throat and decided to explain it peu a peu:

»It says that you will have to go to the lab where you will find further instructions at your letter box!«

She waited and after some hesitation, Lioba said:

»Seems I have little choice. Am I expected to go like that or am I allowed to put on something less – cushy?«

Isabelle noticed the slight concern in the other woman`s eyes and she had to oppress a smirk as she explained:

»They give explicit orders what you have to wear – plus some – additions!«

Lioba smiled grimly.

»Well, they were going quite into detail in the instructions concerning you, too!«

Now, it was Isabelle`s turn to feel uneasy, but Lioba just got up.

»Now, what is it? My shortest skirt without panties – or worse?«

She tried to sound carefree. Isabelle stepped towards the bed and grabbed the coiled rope from under the blanket.

»Actually, it will start with the additions – and they were very clear that I have to do it to you!«

Lioba looked at the rope for a few seconds. Then, she took a deep breath and with one move, she dropped the towel.

»Whatever it is, it won`t get better by delaying it!«

Isabelle stepped in front of Lioba and put the rope loosely around her neck. Lioba gathered her hair so it wouldn`t get trapped and Isabelle made sure that both ends were of about the same length before she tied four double knots in it, creating three meshes. When the rope ends were dangling down between Lioba`s breasts, she scoffed.

»I have an idea what this is all about!«

She still tried to sound calm, but Isabelle noticed her voice was trembling a bit. She stepped behind Lioba and reached between her legs, careful to stay below her knees and to touch her as little as possible. Lioba twitched a bit as she then put her hair aside and threaded the rope ends through the noose around her neck, right at her nape, and pulled the slack out. Isabelle didn`t want to lower her eyes, but a fluttering breath indicated that the ropes had come into contact with Lioba`s womanhood, though they still were quite loose.

»Could you raise your arms?«, Isabelle asked, trying to sound as matter-of-factly as she could. Lioba obeyed and Isabelle brought the rope ends under her armpits and then threaded them through the first rope mesh that was formed by a knot at her throat and a second at her belly. Isabelle was careful not to touch Lioba`s breasts and was very aware of the scent of her deodorant and body when she was so close to her armpits.

»Now, always remember I am just following orders!«

»Hey, I am the German, so, I should say that!«, Lioba joked, but sounded a bit strained when Isabelle pulled on the rope ends. The mesh widened and the ropes brushed over Lioba`s breasts. It was a soft hemp rope, but the chaffing was nevertheless irritating. Finally, Lioba reached for her boobs and made sure they were inside the rope rhombus. She was panting a little, for the action had tightened the ropes between her legs, too.

Isabelle crossed the ropes and now threaded them through the second mesh. Since the knots had moved, one was now just above Lioba`s solar plexus whilst the other one was right in front of her pubic mound. She once again pulled from behind, forming the second mesh into another rope diamond that framed Lioba`s belly button. Now, the crotch ropes had become considerably tight and inconvenient.

»I am sure Ozzie would have loved to seem me like that – ouch!«

Lioba gasped when Isabelle pulled on the rope ends.

»Does that really have to be so tight?«

»Just following orders!«, Isabelle said through gritted teeth and knotted the ends off, just below the final knot that had wandered to a point above Lioba`s cleft. She the controlled her work whilst Lioba shifted her body, trying to cope with the tight rope harness. For a terrible moment, Isabelle thought of telling Lioba with a smile to »close your eyes and think of Ozzie!« before making the ropes even tighter, but she was able to oppress that urge. Instead, she managed to breathe a »Sorry!«, though she didn`t mean it that way.

»I hope – the other things I am intended to wear are – more casual!«, Lioba uttered whilst trying how it was to walk with the rope between her legs. Isabelle went to the cupboard and said:

»They even put everything here for you!«

It wasn`t much: Isabelle handed Lioba a folded black dress, a pair of high heels and a sheer pantyhose.

»At least, I don`t have to wear something belly-free!«, Lioba sighed.

»Oh, I am sure you have plenty of such garment!«, Isabelle thought and watched as Lioba was sitting on the armrest of her armchair and trying to put on her pantyhose.

»It might look a bit clumsy, but I am currently not that comfortable with crouching and moving around!«

Isabelle, who had experienced far tighter crotch ropes, just looked at the curtain of the window whilst Lioba got dressed.

»At least, it hides the ropes!«

She turned around and saw Lioba who had put on all the clothes she had been allowed. The dress was sleeveless, but it closed high around her neck and indeed, the ropes were invisible, though the dress didn`t cover very much. The skirt ended mere inches below Lioba`s crotch and Isabelle could not help looking at the long, pantyhose-clad legs, emphasized by the high heels. Again, the spark of jealousy was gleaming inside her.

»I think I have to avoid draughts«, Lioba murmured, looking down on her breasts, tightly encased by the dress. Indeed, if there would be some cold air, her hardening nipples would be barely hidden.

She did another few steps and Isabelle could see that the swaying of her hips that her shoes demanded also caused some unwanted massage from her crotch rope. Then, however, Lioba said:

»Well, now, I will have to take care about you!«

Isabelle watched Lioba open the lowest drawer of a sideboard and take out a plastic bag. There was a faint clink when Lioba put it to the bed and Isabelle was not surprised when Lioba took a pair of handcuffs from it.

»They said, I should take care you weren`t going anywhere whilst I am away! Now, please, turn your back to me!«

Isabelle obeyed and felt the cuffs close around her wrists. At least, Lioba wasn`t tightening them to a painful level.

»Not like I maybe would have done!«, she thought with sudden regret when she felt Lioba`s hand at her left upper arm.

»Sorry, but they were very precisely on that!«

Isabelle felt the strain in her shoulders as Lioba used a second pair of cuffs to tie her elbows closer together. Also, it forced her to thrust out her chest. When she took a deep breath, the towel dropped. Though Isabelle had been naked for the whole night, she suddenly felt exposed in front of the now dressed Lioba.

»Now, lie down on the bed and«, Lioba paused, but then forced herself to continue, »spread your legs!«

Isabelle closed her eyes in self-denial. Having to lie upon her bound arms, with her thrust out boobs pointing towards the ceiling, she felt exposed already. Suddenly, she was sure that one of the hidden cameras was placed directly above the bed. Gritting her teeth not to groan, she splayed her thighs.

Using two more cuffs, Lioba tied her ankles to the lower bed posts. The other woman wasn`t more cruel than necessary, but now, since the bed was rather broad and Isabelle just 5`3``, her legs were not just spread, but obscenely spread.

»They have forbidden to put a blanket over you!«, Lioba said apologetically. Then, she looked at Isabelle and sighed, obviously feeling uneasy about something. Isabelle gulped, but then, she nodded.

»I know that you will have to gag me, too!«

To her surprise, Lioba left the bedroom, only to come back half a minute later. In her hands, she held both the panties she and Isabelle had worn the day before. Avoiding looking directly at Isabelle, she said:

»They – they said I have to ask you to choose your gag!«

For a few seconds, the only sound in the room was Isabelle`s breath. She had been gagged with panties before, both her own and those of other women. However, here, one of the options was the underwear of the woman who had slept with Mike – Ozzie! – whilst she had still considered them being together and just having a break. On the other hand, her white Lycra panties were twice the size of Lioba`s thong.

»I – I take mine!«, she finally croaked. Lioba bent over her, sighing when the move made her crotch rope tighten. Then, she stuffed the panties into Isabelle`s mouth, obviously not feeling pleasant with having to touch them.

»Sorry, I am just following orders!«

»Gllggg!«

Isabelle was unable to say whether Lioba really meant her apology or if she was just taking revenge for her pulling the knots of the crotch rope extra tight. She managed not to retch as the panties filled her mouth, though she tasted every hour she had worn them the day before. Lioba then went for the roll of duct tape. She took care not to trap Isabelle`s hair, but she made her close her lips over her gag and then, she pulled each round of tape very tight. After some 20 rounds, she went for the bag and croaked:

»You – you have to m-make – another choice!«

Isabelle`s eyes widened as Lioba produced a pink vibrator. Then, she presented her two small items Isabelle identified as clothespins.

»It`s either these on your nipples – or the vibrator taped between your legs!«

The choice was rather easy, given the level of embarrassment, but Isabelle closed her eyes and reared up a bit as the clothespins bit into her nipples. Lioba once again apologized. Then, following a routine that seemed a bit bizarre under the given circumstances, she refreshed her makeup and put on a pair of earrings and a silver necklace before she finally stepped in front of the bed, trying to look at Isabelle as if the other was not naked, spread and thoroughly gagged.

»I try to be back as early as I can!«

Then, Lioba left, closing the bedroom door behind her.

***

For a while, both Sophia and Luana had tried to cope with the fact that they were tied face to face, stark naked and their breasts and loins pressed against each other. After all, there was no chance for them to change that fact. At least, they no longer were gagged.

In a whispered conversation, they had discussed possibilities of escape or alerting someone, the deeper motives of their abductors and also the state of their enforced research. Though they were meant to be their own Guinea Pigs, they were also scientists. In addition, developing an effective aphrodisiac would perhaps buy them a ticket to freedom.

»To Freedom — or to the graveyard!«, Sophia had thought with a shudder. Perhaps, Ingrid was just a mad scientist and not a murderer, but what about Lan who was an executive of a dictatorial regime?

To their surprise, though the small red light proved that the video camera was observing them, so far none of their captors had come to regag them.

»Maybe, they hope we will reveal a few secrets!«. Sophia had suggested. Luana had just nodded, showing a strained expression. Sophia had already noticed that her co-captive had changed in her attitude over the past minutes. She had breathed fluttering, as if she was oppressing strain, and, though it was hard to tell, pressed together in the stuffy chamber as they were, it seemed that her lap was not just warm, but hot. A terrible suspicion grew in her mind. Just to grab the hope it was something else, she asked:

»Luana, are you okay? Shall we change position?«

Indeed, lying on one side was numbing and so, they had from time to time already rolled over the floor, though this was adding to the discomfort of their intimate bondage. Luana had showed a ghost-like smile and slightly shaken her head:

»I don`t think that would do any good — not at all! I-«, she had stopped and cleared her throat before she had managed to continue:

»The LD — i-it hasn`t w-worked off!«

This was exactly what Sophia had feared. Luana was still under the influence of the aphrodisiac — a drug that had already caused her to climax once whilst she had been tied to her. Just to say something, Sophia had asked:

»C-can I d-do anything to — to h-help you?«

Luana had answered with a sound of which perhaps even she hadn`t been sure whether it had been a laugh or a sob. Then, she had whispered, almost inaudible:

»Nothing, except accept my excuses in advance!«

She had lowered her head the little their ties allowed, but Sophia had seen something she wouldn`t have believed was possible: there had been a tear in the corner of Luana`s eye. The strong, disciplined and self-controlled Taiwanese was about to sob.

For a few seconds, Sophia had to fight down the urge to cry as well. Their ordeal was far from being over and the fact that this time, Luana had announced it wasn`t making things better. It just proved that, despite the fact they could reflect and rationalize what was happening, they would be victims of their wombs.

Her memories had wandered back to the previous evening, when Lan had had her way with her. On that occasion, she had not been under the influence of LD, but the Chinese had made her climax. Twice. And though it had been horrifying, the mere memories sent shivers through her loins and she knew that if Lan would assault her again, she would react the same way.

And now, they were tied together, their breasts and loins grinding and rubbing against each other. Sophia knew that if they would be untied now, her nipples would be hard and erect. The constant moving of the crotch strap whenever one of them was moving had also not left her indifferent and the way the strap rubbed between her buttocks was irritating, but not completely unpleasant.

Suddenly, Sophia had felt admiration for Luana. Her colleague had it far worse: she had —Sophia shuddered from the mere idea! —a vibrating plug shoved into her rear and also, she was under the influence that had raised her sensitivity to the maximum.

One of the small bits of luck in their predicament had been that, during their struggles, the ostrich feathers had either fallen of or gotten crushed, for at least, no longer anything was tickling her soles. Sophia remembered all too well how Lan had used her ticklishness to arouse her even more.

»Oh my God, if they had given me the LD, I would have gone insane!«

Following a spontaneous inspiration, Sophia had bent forward and kissed Luana`s forehead. The Taiwanese had looked up with a questioning expression. With a swift move, Sophia had shifted her weight so they had rolled once more, causing Sophia to lie atop of Luana. She had uttered a weak protest and squirmed in her bonds, but Sophia had just looked her straight in the eyes. Now, the camera could only see the back of her head and her lips had formed two words:

»Trust me!«

Luana had stared at her with widened eyes, but she had finally nodded, almost not moving her head. Sophia had bent forward, until her lips had been so close to Luana`s ear that her lips were touching her earlobe. Then, she had whispered a few sentences.

She had felt that Luana had understood her plan, though she hadn`t uttered a sound. But the tension of the other`s body had slightly ceased and when Sophia had risen her head to look at her face, she had seen an expression of determination, hope — and relief.

Sophia had taken a deep breath, knowing that her plan would cost her a big price. But then, she had forced a smile on her face and kissed Luana`s lips.

»Let it go, Dear!«

***

The lack of windows made it hard to tell what time it was, but Sistine guessed it had to be around 6 am. Lan was still sleeping and to her surprise, she had managed to find some sleep as well.

After they had kissed, Lan had been lying beside her, caressing her hair and neck. Then, she had cuddled closer and her fingers had wandered down Sistine`s spine, fondling her skin.

»Ready for a second round, Sweet Sistine?«

Sistine had panted before she had found the strength to say:

»You wouldn`t take ›No‹ for an answer anyway!«

She had known that this was in a way an invitation for Lan to continue, but the Chinese had cocked her head and looked almost sulky:

»From you, I would accept a ›No‹!«, she had replied and withdrawn her hand from Sistine`s back. Then, she had smiled and started to play with one of the girl`s curls.

»Of course, I would repeat my question from time to time.«

She had taken the curl and brushed over Sistine`s nose, causing her to cringe her nose and to smile involuntarily. Lan had giggled and then, their mouths had met again.

As the last time, Lan`s kiss soon became more intense, but again, this wasn`t an assault. Her kisses weren`t demanding, but — hungry. Pleading. Sistine had closed her eyes and for a while, only some chortling could be heard, accompanied by an occasional sigh from Lan.

Except for one occasion at a party where she and her friend had both been drunk, this had been the first time Sistine had kissed another woman — and she had to admit that Lan not only kissed better than her classmate, but also than everyone she had ever kissed. When she imagined what this restless, energetic tongue could do — elsewhere, she had felt a blissful shiver stray through her loins.

However, Lan had not gone further than to continue kissing her. Then, after a long while, she had withdrawn and gagged Sistine again. Instead of the gag mask or the dreadful pantyhose, she had used a classic ball gag. The straps were tight, but tolerable and the ball was a bit smaller than that sewn into the gag mask. Sistine, still tied like a star with her limbs tied to the bed posts, had mewed as if to ask how she was expected to sleep that way.

»It may be a bit inconvenient, but I can at least provide you with a pillow!«, Lan had purred and obviously rummaged through the bed box. When she had returned, she had held a huge pillow, but instead of pushing it under Sistine`s head, she had leaned it against the wall, right between the upper bed posts.

»Don`t be impatient, Sweet Sistine, your pillow is almost ready!«

Lan had sat on the bed, leaning against the pillow. Then, she had pushed her womb closer and closer to Sistine`s face.

»Oouhhmmph! Uuhhmmph!«, she had protested, but Lan had just lifted her head and embedded it on her pubic mound. Finally, her legs had been dangling over Sistine`s back whilst she had felt Lan`s hot soft flesh touch her throat. The Chinese had arched back and started to caress Sistine`s hair.

She had struggled a little, but though Lan hadn`t tightened her grip or choked her between her thighs, she had also not withdrawn and so, the girl had finally resigned and accepted her role as a human pillow. She had felt the other woman`s fingers brush over her hair, face and neck and there had been a scent, slightly tart and yet intriguing.

So, Lan was a lesbian. Despite her youth and despite the fact that Avignon still had the image of a conservative stronghold of Catholicism, Sistine wasn`t unaware of the facts of live, but so far, homosexuality just hadn`t played much of a role for her. Sure, one of her friends was into girls, but Madeleine preferred tall blondes and she never had made any steps towards Sistine. At her school and at the Police Academy, she had known a few more lesbians, but so far, it had always been as if they had been vegetarians: it was okay if they did, but it wasn`t her glass of beer.

Not that there had been many boys in her life either. Sistine had been a bit of a late developer and so, her first kiss had been when she had been 16 and a half and it had taken her another year to lose her virginity. She and Clermont had split on good terms and the sex had been quite pleasant. However, it had been nothing in comparison to what Lan had done to her.

»If I ever get free and she gets arrested, I could testify against her, but not for having sexually assaulted me!«

As on keyword, Lan`s fingers had brushed over her throat and Sistine had been unable to oppress a faint sigh. Involuntarily, she had thought about what the other woman had been feeling. Sistine didn`t know how the Chinese government treated homosexuals, but in general, dictatorships were not known to be generous in such things.

Sistine had seen what Lan had done to the other captives and also to her, but somehow, she doubted that having her way with female captives was a vent for Lan`s sexual needs and wishes. Sure, she could touch those who were in her power and also make them climax against their will. But she would not be able to create tender feelings.

Despite the rubber ball in her mouth, Sistine could still feel the taste of Lan`s lips and tongue and the kiss hadn`t been bad — quite the opposite! That was why Sistine had kissed her back voluntarily and that had again Lan caused to enjoy it as much as she had.

Sistine had let out a deep, long sigh and again, this had caused Lan to gently caress her. Finally, embedded on the womb of her captor, the girl had managed to doze off.

In fact, she had slept quite well, though Lan felt so hot that the left side of her face felt red and sweaty. Sistine opened her eyes and slightly rose her head. Lan mumbled something in her sleep, but didn`t wake up. Sistine could see that the ball gag had caused her to drool all over Lan`s pubic area and she blushed all over.

»I wonder why it doesn`t evaporate, her lap`s like an oven!«, she thought and giggled involuntarily. This caused Lan to wake up and she got up so quick that Sistine`s head plopped onto the bed. The Chinese chuckled and bent over her.

»So, you are an early riser, Sweet Sistine? Well, that gives us at least one precious hour before today`s work starts!«

***

Usually, it took Lioba some 20 minutes to get to the University by car, but today was a Monday and in addition, she had left the house at a time that had forced her into rush hour. Thus, it had taken her some 35 minutes until her car finally rolled onto the parking lot.

Though she definitely was better off than Isabelle, the ride had definitely been no picnic. Inside her elevator, she had crouched to see how it felt with the tight ropes between her legs — and stopped the experiment very soon. Bending her knees tightened the ropes and she was horrified by the idea of sitting.

Lioba`s compromise between the money she could spend and her dream of a sportive car was a small roadster whose seats were deeper than those of usual cars. Under normal circumstances, the only inconvenience of that was that Lioba had to be a bit careful if she was getting out of the car wearing a short skirt and someone was watching. However, with these ropes between her legs, she cursed her decision of not having bought an SUV.

Luckily, she had been alone when she had attended her car; otherwise, someone might have wondered why she had reared up and let out a sharp sigh when sitting down. Driving itself had been less of an ordeal then, but on every stop, Lioba had propped her shoulders against the backrest and lifted her butt from the seat to get some relief.

She reached the campus at half past 7 and so, there was no one to witness her more climbing than stepping out of her car. At the Ladies’ room, she dabbed the sweat from her face and for a moment, she thought of what would happen if she had to pee. Then, however, she pulled herself together. The rope harness was just a kinky addition to what Sophia`s and Sistine`s abductors really wanted from her.

Obviously, they were at a point where they needed the results of Professor Leduc`s personal researches — and they wanted her to get them. After all, she was Leduc`s assistant and perhaps, they thought this would give her access to it.

The only problem was that Leduc was on a symposium and would not be back before Thursday. In addition, he sure would not allow her to have a look at his files, let alone giving them to her. Lioba was sure that he would have even refused to share his data with her if he knew about the circumstances. Leduc was a brilliant scientist, but when it came to his work, he could become like Gollum when it came to the One Ring.

Lioba, who was still standing in front of the bathroom mirror, twitched as the door suddenly was opened. An »Oops, sorry!« could be heard and a second later, the door was shut again. However, that short moment had been enough to tell Lioba who the invader had been.

Like in so many places, the facility work at the University of Marseille was mostly done by immigrants and the rooms and corridors of that part of the building were kept clean by an elderly Algerian named Amir. Lioba wasn`t sure whether he had a crush on her or if he was just friendly because she was one of the few academics who knew his name and greeted him when they met on the floor.

»Well, there`s only one way to find out! Desperate situations acquire desperate measurements!«

Lioba rummaged for her lipstick and refreshed it; then, she examined her dress. It was far shorter than what she usually wore for work, but it would guarantee that Amir would have something to look.

»If necessary, I will ›accidentally‹ drop my handbag and bend down for it!«, she thought. She trained her smile in front of the mirror until she was sure it didn`t look too strained and then, she stepped at the corridor where Amir was just emptying one of the dustbins.

»Excuse me-«

»Doctor Karnstein?«

As usual when she spoke to him, Lioba could sense that the man was feeling a bit embarrassed when having to talk to a woman and sure, her dress didn`t make things easier for the poor man. However, she was sure that he liked what he saw, though he would have never dared to even mention such things.

»Amir, I have a problem. Professor Leduc phoned me and told me that he has forgotten about some Petri dishes that have to be put into the cryogenic chamber!«

She showed the insecure smile that had persuaded more than one teacher not to test her. The fact that she was feeling more than insecure and that also two tight ropes were trying to find a way inside her sure helped the matter.

»If these dishes don`t get properly cooled, the work of three weeks will be ruined! And you know whom the Professor will blame! He told me that he had put his reserve keys into my letter box, in case I needed access to his room, but obviously, he forgot about that, too!«

Lioba improvised a story about what kind of experiment the Professor was busy with, hoping that the mass of technical terms and the sight of a damsel in distress would cause Amir to open the room for her. Of course, Leduc would never have allowed anyone to enter his private room at the lab and if he found out that someone had tried, he would rip the poor fellow`s heart out before having him expelled.

Lioba continued talking, feeling a bit like a hooker when she arched back her shoulders a bit to emphasize her breasts. Finally, Amir nodded.

»Follow me, Dr. Karnstein!«, he said.

***