The Little Death 13

»I have to admit you are a born actress!«, Ingrid joked when she ended the phone call. Sophia let out a fluttering breath. Her chest was heaving and her left nipple still hurt from how Ingrid had squeezed it, to ensure she screamed through her gag to keep Lioba cooperative.

She and Luana were once again wearing the gag masks and had their wrists and ankles cuffed. They had both overheard the conversation between Ingrid and Lioba and especially Sophia couldn`t help feeling intrigued. She had been working together with Professor Leduc and therefore, she knew that he was close to developing a new ingredient. Obviously, Lioba had found some of the stuff and a part of Sophia was keen on analyzing it.

»Maybe, we can do another deal once the LD is ready! Perhaps, Ingrid will let us go! After all, even if we go to the Police, she will be in China and the Chines government sure won`t hand her over to our authorities!«

China had some 1, 4 billion inhabitants and so, even if they would only be able to sell the product there, Ingrid would earn a fortune and also scientific merits, albeit at Peking or Shanghai. Perhaps, that would quench her thirst for money and reputation so she would let her and Luana go.

Ingrid let her eyes wander over the two naked scientists and she slapped her forehead.

»Oh, silly me, I forgot about your clothes! Greg, if you want to admire them as God created them, maybe now`s your last chance!«

Again, there was an evil glance in Greg`s eyes and when Ingrid had left the room, he remained on his chair, the backrest leaned back against the wall. He looked at the two captives, but more to ensure they wouldn`t try anything but to drink in their naked beauty. For the first time since her capture, Sophia felt more relaxed when she was alone with this man than in Ingrid`s presence.

However, his change of attitude didn`t go as far as him starting to talk and after a few minutes, Ingrid came back, carrying two shopping bags.

»I guess you are the same size, more or less!«

Sophia frowned. Ingrid had taken some delight in asking for her measurements and sure, she had done the same to Luana. They were both 5`2`` and slender, though Luana was more petite and looked as if she spent more hours in the gym. In addition, she was a 32B whilst Sophia had 34B boobs. Anyway, if Ingrid would decide to do a »one size fits all«-policy, this would not become an issue.

»Unfortunately, I am a bit short on clothes and therefore, you will have to share one set. At least, I managed to find two pairs of shoes!«

She emptied the bags to the floor and when she had draped the clothes side by side, Sophia and Luana knew that Ingrid had managed to turn Sophia`s success in agreeing her captor in giving them clothes against them.

The shoes were two pairs of black high heels; they would be a bit inconvenient after some time, but they weren`t the problem. However, the only other items were a bright red lacy thong, a pair of black pantyhose and a flimsy bustier matching the color of the thong. It wasn`t much – and it was only one set of clothes for the two of them.

»You may divide these things up among you as you like!«

Ingrid ordered Greg to untie the two girls, but he left the gags in place. Luana and Sophia exchanged a look. Both had the idea of simply refusing the skimpy garments at all, but on the other hand, a symbolic victory was better than none at all.

With a sigh, Sophia stepped forward and took the pantyhose. She would have loved to wear panties again, but the thong was quite small and it would have looked a bit strange in combination with her untrimmed pubic hair. Luana, with her shaved middle, would get some cover from wearing the tiny garment.

Indeed, when the Taiwanese had put on the thong, she looked a bit more decent and Sophia could notice the slight relief in her eyes. It helped her to cope with her own choice: now, stretched over her loins and legs, the pantyhose turned out to be quite transparent and her triangle of pubic hair was rather emphasized than covered. In addition, it felt strange to her to wear pantyhose without panties.

Obviously noticing her uneasiness, Luana took the bustier and handed it to Sophia. She put it on, realizing it was nearly as transparent as the pantyhose and left her belly free. Ingrid took her time admiring them in their attire before ordering them to put on the shoes.

These fit well, though Luana would have preferred sockets or stockings on her feet. The problem, however, was that the high heels forced them to walk with their hips swaying, letting their butts bob much more seductively than any of them wanted. This problem was increased when their ankles were once again cuffed, forcing them to take small steps.

»There, clothes, as you demanded. Now, move your asses over to the lab! I think that Bao and the others will be here with the new stuff within the next hour. I want you to have everything ready to work on the stuff immediately!«

***

»At least, they don`t have us waiting for long!«, Lioba scoffed, her voice only trembling a little, when they heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. To her surprise, Isabelle felt a slight relief, together with her nervousness.

It had been some 20 minutes since Ingrid`s call. Lioba had resisted to light another cigarette and also managed to keep herself under control. She had not cried or wailed and even not walked around like a tiger in a cage. However, she had not been able to keep her mouth shut.

»I wish Ozzie was here! He`s an ex-marine and has also worked for the Secret Service, you know! Ozzie sure would kick those wankers` asses!«

»Sure, and then, he would carry you into the sunset, Carpathian Bitch!«

Isabelle had bitten down on the panties in her mouth to oppress a cry of sheer frustration. Why did Lioba have to mention her affair with Mike again! It was especially one detail that made the flame of jealousy once again burn in her heart: even if Mike had retired from the Secret Service, the term »Secret« implied that he wouldn`t tell everyone about his previous profession. In addition, he and Lioba had separated before he had joined the Service. So, he must have told her at the alumni meeting!

»I wonder if that was his opening line to get into her panties!«

Luckily, Lioba`s vaunt on Mike/Ozzie had stopped little later and they had waited for their captors in silence. Now, when the door of the apartment opened, Lioba suddenly bent over the bed and reached between Isabelle`s legs.

»Mhhmm? Nnnggg!«

Ignoring her muffled protests, Lioba plucked the vibrator from under her butt.

»They don`t need to see that!«, she said and threw it under the bed. Two seconds later, three Asian men entered the bedroom. The first one slightly bowed and pointed at the gun in his belt.

»I hope you don`t insist on me using it!«

In a helpless gesture to give them both a little bit of cover, Lioba had positioned herself at the lower side of the bed, so she stood between the men and Isabelle`s exposed front. She covered her middle with one hand, but saw no point in also shielding her boobs, since the intruders had seen everything already.

»First of all, may I ask for the medicament!«

Lioba had again placed the bag under the ropes encircling her body, but this time, she had chosen to keep it close to her navel. Bao took it and smiled.

»Hmmm, still warm!«

»It has to be kept at 37 degree! So, you better put it where the sun doesn`t shine!«, Lioba replied.

»Language!«, Bao reprimanded, putting the bag into his shirt instead of following Lioba`s suggestion. Then, he said something in Chinese and one of his comrades placed his backpack on the floor.

»You may be pleased to hear that your part in our business is nearly over. If that powder really is what you said it is, we won`t need your help any longer. And this is not an euphemism for killing you two.«

»How about Sophia and the others?«, Lioba asked and the Chinese showed an expression of real regret.

»We have no intention of killing one of them either, but we still need them, in one way or another.«

There was an ironic sparkle in his eyes when he said the last words and then, he added something in Chinese that caused his two comrades to chuckle. Isabelle shuddered: Sistine wasn`t a scientist, but she was a pretty girl and she could think of what these men could mean by »another way of needing her«!

She saw that Lioba balled her fists and took a deep breath before she spoke, obviously needing all her strength to sound clarified:

»It may sound corny, but you won`t get away with it!«

Now, the leader of the posse laughed heartily and the two others also grinned.

»Come on, how does that sound to you? Chinese agents kidnap some French scientists to make them produce an aphrodisiac? That sounds ridiculous even to me – and I know it is true!«

He shook his head and Isabelle felt the truth in his words. If they went to the Police right after these men had left, they would sound like lunatics!

»Sounds like a movie, doesn`t it?«, Bao added. » ›Fu Man Chu and the Sex Potion‹, or something like that!«

Lioba raised her knee, but surprisingly quick, the Chinese jumped back and at the same time, he pushed against Lioba`s chest, causing her to stagger and to land on the bed, between Isabelle`s splayed legs.

Though the attack had gotten Lioba nothing, Bao now showed a more serious expression and he gave some commands in Chinese. The man with the backpack opened it and produced some cuffs and chains whilst the other left the room.

»Allow me!«, Bao said mockingly, reaching towards Lioba. She glanced at him, but got up from the bed. Isabelle watched as the other man cuffed her arms at wrists and elbows. Lioba endured the procedure without a sound, only her eyes widened and she gasped when her crotch rope tightened for a moment. Isabelle wondered whether they had pulled on it just for fun, but when they turned around Lioba, she could see that the other`s handcuffs had been threaded through the ropes, further discouraging her from moving her arms too much.

The third man now returned, holding in his hand two pieces of cloth that could only be panties: a light blue thong with white lace trimming and a plain black one. Isabelle could only see Lioba`s back, but she knew that her unwilling companion had an idea what these were for.

Bao now picked the discarded thong from the bed. For a moment, the two girls thought he would sniff on it, but instead, he rummaged through his bag and produced a white pill the size of a Cent coin.

»I could not help overhearing the phone call between you and Dr. Müller. She promised you some entertainment – and as a true scientist, you are sure keen on experiencing how far we have gotten in further developing LD!«

He wrapped the pill into the thong and then, his comrade reached the other two to him, allowing him to form a sizeable wad of cloth. The third man grabbed Lioba`s scalp and forced her head back. Lioba retched and squirmed in her bonds as Bao worked the gag into her mouth, but she was no match for the two men.

»Sooner or later, the pill will dissolve and the ingredient will get into your stomach. And then, you will more and more forget about things like pain, fear, the urge to pee…«

»Glllggg!«

A nylon pantyhose was ripped and one of the men tied one of the legs tightly between Lioba`s lips, pushing the wad of thongs even deeper into her oral cavity and cutting into the corners of her mouth. Then, the gag was sealed by some 20 rounds of duct tape.

Another order in Chinese followed and now, the two other men took Lioba between them. Each grabbed one of her upper arms whilst he put his other hand to the helpless woman`s knees. Then, they lifted her from the ground.

»Hhrrrmmmm!«

Lioba had shown considerable self-control so far, but when now her upper body followed gravity and pressed down on the ropes between her legs, she groaned and squirmed. Whilst the two men held her like that, Bao turned towards Isabelle.

»I am sorry that I haven`t got a second dose of LD for you, but I will take care that you will be able to get something out of Dr. Karnstein`s growing arousal!«

Isabelle protested through her gag as Lioba was placed upon her, so she sat on Isabelle`s chest. One of the men took another handcuff and then, Isabelle felt his hands under her back. Lioba moved and Isabelle had problems breathing since she lasted on her chest with all her weight.

Finally, the Chinese had threaded the cuff through Isabelle`s elbow cuffs and then tied Lioba`s ankles with it. Now, Isabelle`s head was between the other`s folded legs, her face only inches apart from Lioba`s bisected crotch.

The men now forced Lioba to lean back. Isabelle felt that the pressure on her chest decreased and in addition, her and Lioba`s struggles seemed to have pushed the clothespins from her nipples. However, now, Lioba`s upper body rested on hers and the other`s hair tickled her pubic mound and the inside of her thighs.

Again, a hand was pushed under Isabelle, this time at her butt. One of the men threaded a chain through her handcuffs. This was slung around Lioba`s neck, brought back to Isabelle`s wrists and then, the chain was secured by a small padlock. Now, Lioba could no longer rise unless she wanted to risk getting choked.

»We will just remove the cameras and microphones and then, we are gone!«, Bao announced.

The men went to work and a few minutes later, he once again stepped close to the bed.

»Tomorrow or so, your curious concierge sure will look after you. Until then – have fun!«

***

Sistine felt a bit embarrassed when Lan removed the gag from her mouth and some saliva ran over her chin. However, she cleared her throat and breathed:

»Thanks for sparing me the – experiments!«

Lan placed her hands on Sistine`s shoulders and let her eyes wander over her body. She still was cuffed hand and foot and therefore couldn`t hide her charms. To be watched like that made her feel uneasy, but not in a completely unpleasant way.

»Oh, I have some other experiments in mind – but I won`t need any drug to make you enjoy it!«

Shortly after Ingrid had phoned Lioba, Lan had withdrawn, saying she had some reports to do. She had taken Sistine with her and once in Lan`s room, she had giggled like a school girl and whispered:

»These reports don`t take me more than an hour or so. The rest of the day is ours!«

Sistine lowered her head.

»No!«, she croaked. Lan put two fingers under her chin and gently forced her to look at her again.

»No?«

Lan cocked her head and stood so close that Sistine`s breasts touched the rough cloth of her uniform blouse. She could smell the austere perfume of the Chinese and she let out a fluttering breath before she repeated her defiance. Lan brushed over Sistine´s cheek and purred:

»What is it? Do you feel helpless and vulnerable, naked as you are?«

Lan didn`t wait for Sistine to answer and stepped back. Then, she took off her clothes. She neither ripped them from her body nor did she put up a strip show, but Sistine watched in silent fascination as the Chinese meticulously put her uniform on a clothes rack before she took off her socks. Then, she took off her plain white bra. She was petite, but also athletic and her breasts were small, but pert. Lan now peeled down her white cotton panties and held them with two fingers whilst she loosened her hair clasp with one swift move. As she then shook her head, a cascade of sleek black hair fell over her shoulders and Sistine could not help but wonder how this simple move had done more to turn the stern Officer into a seductive woman than her stripping naked before.

»Now, we are both naked and vulnerable, Sweet Sistine!«

Now, the fragrance of the Chinese was overwhelming, but Sistine managed to answer:

»W-will you free me – or cuff yourself?«

Lan smiled and placed a soft kiss on Sistine´s lips.

»What would you prefer?«

She reached for her delicate silver necklace and now, Sistine saw that a small key was dangling from it. Lan took it off and then slung her arms around Sistine. She was even smaller than the French with her 5`3`` and Sistine felt her hot breath on her throat whilst now, not only their breasts touched, but she could also feel her pubic hair brush over Lan`s shaved middle. She gasped as Lan removed her handcuffs.

Lan then sank down, her arms still around the other. She leaned her head against Sistine´s lap as she worked on her ankle cuffs. Now, Sistine`s hands were free and she knew she could have beaten Lan, but instead, she let the other`s hair run through her fingers.

»She`s got wonderful hair!«, she thought, feeling the surprisingly heavy mass of hair whilst Lan`s  warm cheek rested on her pubic mound and her feet were freed. Lan then made no move and remained kneeling in front of Sistine who continued to caress her hair.

Finally, she got back on her feet and once again took Sistine`s shoulders. She stood close and Sistine felt a tingle stray through her breasts at the touch of those of the other woman. Her breathing accelerated, but that only made things worse.

»I can remember you said ›No‹ to me, just a few minutes ago! Have you forgotten that I come from a country where rebels are punished severely?«

Sistine knew she should have tried to escape or at least told Lan to let her go, but instead, she breathed:

»Wha-what will you d-do to me?«

She knew that she had sounded curious rather than frightened. Lan withdrew a bit and slung one of Sistine`s curls around her finger, forcing her to follow her to the bed, though she took care that she only hurt her a little.

»Well, let me see. You refused to follow orders from a Major, in unity with trying to seduce me!«

Sistine scoffed.

»Who is seducing whom here?«

Lan used the curl still wrapped around her finger to pull Sistine closer.

»That adds contradiction to the list. And how could you deny that you tried to seduce me? Did I bring that full lips, the ample breasts, the-«

»Stop it!«, Sistine gasped, unable to oppress a smile. Lan bent forward until her face was almost touching Sistine`s.

»The lovely smile, I would like to add«, she breathed and kissed Sistine who didn`t shy back and after some hesitating, kissed her back.

»This is so wrong!«, a faint voice inside her head said, but at the same time, she slung her arms around her captor and enjoyed the kiss, hoping it would last forever. However, Lan withdrew after a short while. Her eyes sparkled, but she smiled sardonically.

»Now, you have seduced me! You are really crying for severe punishment!«

She took Sistine`s hand and made her lie down on the bed. Panting, the girl waited in anticipation as Lan rummaged through a drawer and produced several colorful scarves she draped on the bed. Then, she placed herself beside the upper bedpost and ordered Sistine to stretch out her hand.

The scarf was soft, but when Lan tied it around her wrist, the grip felt tight. The Chinese slung the end around the post and then ordered:

»Give me your foot!«

Sistine obeyed, having to turn to her side to stretch her leg. Lan tied the scarf around her ankle and then brushed over Sistine`s sole. The girl cringed and sighed. She wasn`t extremely ticklish, but the touch of the fingers sent irritating and blissful waves through her feet and up her legs.

After some minutes of massaging her foot, Lan went to the other side of the bed and tied her left wrist and ankle the same way. Now, Sistine was half lying, half sitting and her arms and legs were spread wide. However, she just closed her eyes as Lan this time used her tongue to tickle her sole. When she licked between her toes, Sistine uttered a faint scream.

»Trying to call for help? I am afraid I will have to gag you!«

She ostentatiously tied a triple knot in the middle of a third scarf and then placed this and two more on Sistine`s belly. Then, she reached behind her before climbing upon the bed and bending over the helpless girl. In her hand, she was holding her white cotton panties.

Sistine gulped. The idea of getting another woman`s used underwear into her mouth horrified her. However, the thought that this other woman was Lan somehow softened the blow a bit.

Lan held the crotch part close to Sistine`s nose and whispered:

»Now, you maybe believe me that it was you who seduced me!«

The scent was strong, tart, not that of roses, but in a way, not as disgusting as Sistine would have expected. Lan pushed her other hand under Sistine`s head and grabbed her hair, tight, but far from brutal.

»Any last words?«

»Y-you would t-turn them a-a-against me, a-anyway!«, Sistine stammered, also whispering. Lan smiled and kissed her.

»You are far too smart to go unpunished!«

»There!«, Sistine pouted, unable not to giggle though her heart was pounding. Lan once again kissed her and then dabbed her moist lips with the crotch part of her panties. Then, she slowly worked them into the girl`s mouth.

The taste wasn`t pleasant and Sistine retched and moaned during the process, but it was a bit less dreadful than she had feared. Lan didn`t do things easy and her petite, but strong fingers worked the fabric deep into her throat and cheeks before she used the knotted scarf to secure the gag in place. The second one was tied over her mouth and Lan playfully kissed the top of Sistine`s nose before tying the final scarf over her mouth and nose. Then, she left the bed, only to return shortly after, holding something in her hand that looked like a strange kind of brush.

»Mph!«

Sistine`s eyes widened as she recognized what it was. In fact, her own grandfather had told her that his father had used such a thing to punish him. It was a Martinet, a stick with leather bands dangling from it. Actually, these small whips were meant to get the dust out of clothes, but they also had a long tradition as an instrument of corporal punishment.

»You naughty, naughty girl!«, Lan said with feigned strictness and then hit Sistine`s inner thigh with the Martinet. The girl twitched and gasped, more from surprise than from pain. The slap had hurt just a little bit.

»So, you are still trying to play strong and defiant?«

The next blow hit her other thigh, but again, Lan took care that it rather tingled than hurt. However, this time, she had hit her thigh very close to her exposed pubic mound. Would she dare to hit her there, too?

»And how shameless you are offering yourself to me!«

Lan landed two strikes on each of Sistine´s ample breasts. She moaned and reared up. She never had experienced to be beaten there – and not in her wildest dreams would she have expected that the slight pain felt intriguing.

Lan bent forward and whispered:

»You might think that your punishment will only consist of getting whipped. But once I am ready with that, I will do that!«

She hit her breasts once more and whilst the tingling still strayed through them, she kissed her nipples, tender and soft until Sistine could no longer oppress a moan.

»Yes, I will whip you and then, I will kiss the pain away, only to start again! I can do this all day!«

She withdrew and brushed over Sistine`s pubic mound. Then, she raised her arm and the girl closed her eyes, steeling herself for what would happen next.

It did hurt and Sistine groaned through her gag, but when Lan asked her whether she would still be a naughty defiant girl, she nodded.

»Well, as I said, I have all time in the world!«

She dived between the spread thighs and pushed her hands under Sistine`s buttocks, clawing into her flesh. When she spoke again, Sistine felt her hot breath on her labia.

»All time in the world, Sweet Sistine!«

»This is wrong!«, the voice of reason inside Sistine`s head insisted, but when she felt Lan`s tongue, this voice was drowned by a deep groan from the girl`s throat.

***

 Some 30 meters away, Ingrid was in high spirits as the three Chinese henchmen had arrived with the plastic bag containing whatever Leduc had developed. She pranced through the laboratory and her two unwilling partners were almost addicted by her eagerness to do some research.

The lab was small, but well equipped with modern technique, including an electron microscope and other equipment to analyze the components of the white powder. In addition, they had their own data and results and therefore didn`t have to start from the scratch.

Sophia, who knew that the combination of the skimpy bustier, the pantyhose without panties and her glasses built a strange contrast, had mixed feelings. A part of her wanted to know what Leduc had developed and if it would finally allow them a breakthrough. However, she also knew that this would not be the end of her and Luana`s ordeal.

She remembered all too well what Lan had said about taking them with them to Shanghai where they would end up in some golden cage if they were successful – and in an unnamed grave if they failed.

Sophia sighed when she prepared some of the powder for the analysis. She knew that trying to delay or to even sabotage the research would get them nowhere. Ingrid was a part of their team, and though she would have considered herself and Luana the better scientists, Ingrid had a well-earned degree in pharmacology and enough expertise to see if they were trying to fool her.

They were still gagged and therefore, she hadn`t been able to ask for Lioba, but she had watched Luana as Bao had reported about their visit at her apartment. According to Luana`s expression, Lioba had not been killed.

»Maybe, she can somehow inform the Police! And until then-«

Her eyes wandered to Luana who was preparing some of the LD they had developed and some of Leduc`s preparation for a comparing analysis. Ingrid was busy programming the electron microscope and so, they had a few moments for themselves. Quickly, she took Luana`s hand and pressed it. The Taiwanese repeated the gesture and blinked.

They had agreed upon playing a game with their captors: faking that the enforced orgasms had caused a break between them, even hatred born from embarrassment. It was a weak glimpse of hope, a fiber rather than a straw, but it was the only thing they could do in their current predicament.

»Ingrid may be interested in becoming rich and famous, but she also has got a sadistic streak! And if she thinks that keeping us together will embarrass us more, she will do so! And sooner or later, she will make a mistake and then, we may perhaps get a chance to escape!«

Ingrid turned her head and Sophia stepped back, staring daggers at Luana whilst the Taiwanese slammed on the desk, almost hitting the glass on which the two preparations were waiting to be analyzed.

»Hey, careful, you two! We are here to work and not to quarrel about who will be allowed to lie on top the next time!«

Under Ingrid`s prying eyes, both Sophia and Luana continued their work, but when the German once again turned her back towards them, they both rose their fists, showing Ingrid`s back their middle fingers. Luana nodded grimly and Sophia had to oppress a chuckle.

»Our friendship will perhaps never be the same and maybe, there will be even more forced intimacy until we get out of here! But so far, this bitch hasn`t broken us! And as long as there is hope, we will continue to dream of escaping!«

***