The Little Death 16

Sistine plucked on the scarf tying her left wrist, rather to assure herself that it was impossible for her to get free than to actually pick on it. To do so, she would have had to reach the ends, but these were knotted at the bedposts, beyond her reach. In addition, the girl didn`t try with all effort.

She had tried what one of her advisors at the Police Academy had told her: to put reality into words in the most drastic and explicit way, to block out all excuses or romanticization of criminal acts.

»So, I have been kidnapped, tortured and raped!«

However, Sistine was only able to insist on the kidnapping part. The torture – well, Lan had spanked her, but even if she took into consideration that she had reacted the way she had as a matter of coping with the situation, she knew that real torture was a different thing. Hell, she had seen what Lan had done to Luana and Sophia and in comparison, the Chinese had just toyed with her – and her goal had not been to hurt her.

As for calling what had happened to her rape, Sistine knew that such a crime could also be committed by a woman and Lan had definitely done sexual acts to her against her will. Again, Sistine tried to persuade herself that her reacting to it had just been self-defense, not dedication, but whenever she tried to imagine Lan as the evil predator, she saw her face. The tears in her eyes as they had kissed.

She knew that right now, the same Lan was helping the other criminals in torturing these other women, but she also knew that if the door would open and Lan would enter, she would not scream and pull on her bonds – at least not before the Chinese would touch her.

And then, it would not be screams of panic or rage. Even now, all it took for Sistine was to close her eyes and to remember how Lan had caressed her that she felt a warm blissful tingle and the mere memory of that woman`s tongue made her shiver with anticipation.

»Am I a gangster`s bride now?«

Sistine thought of the fact that it was Monday afternoon – originally, she would have ended her first day at work right now. Her first day as a real Policewoman.

She knew that she wasn`t the first Policewoman to get caught in action and sure, nobody would blame a newborn Cadet like her for what had happened. However, the idea of getting rescued by her colleagues wasn`t that thrilling.

Sure, they would not tell the press about having found her naked, bound and gagged, maybe, they would even keep that out of their reports. But some would talk and rumors would spread and some would forever consider Sistine to be the helpless damsel or imagine how she looked without her clothes.

She sighed and had to gulp. The panties in her mouth didn`t taste lovely, but even here, the plan of putting things into words had failed:

»I am gagged with another woman`s used underwear and this woman has clearly been aroused when wearing them!«

However, the taste of said panties didn`t feel as bad as this sentence implied; maybe, because she had been the main reason Lan had been aroused.

Again, she saw Lan`s tearful eyes and her smile and despite the dense packing in her mouth, she could reimagine the taste and feeling of how they had kissed. The girl closed her eyes to keep that memory for as long as possible.

***

In theory, the calculation was easy: the part of Luana`s family that still lived in Taiwan numbered 17 people. At least, that was the number of grandparents, aunts, uncles, nephews and nieces she knew about – and who, according to what Lan had showed her, were also known to the Chinese Secret Police. Their ages ranged from 6 to 83, but they all mattered to Luana and each of them now was one minute on the clock.

If she added the 73 minutes she would have to persist anyway, that were exactly one and a half hour. 90 minutes. 5.400 seconds. Not very much, if one considered all she had to do was not getting aroused by the very person who had threatened to do harm to her family.

Luana cringed and bit into the ball filling her mouth. Lan had just pushed the tracing wheel to her armpit whilst she was teasing her other armpit with the electric toothbrush. As she involuntarily reared up, Lan kissed the tip of her breast and playfully bit her nipple.

»Oh, I know you like it a bit rough, Luana! Just a little bit!«

The tracing wheel ran over her sternum, up and down, whilst the head of the toothbrush now oscillated in a spiral on her tummy, approaching her belly button. Both touches, the slight bites of the spiked wheel and the tender massage of the brush, felt good and Luana also sensed that the low dose of LD had sharpened her senses. When the brush pushed into her navel, she groaned and Lan once again kissed her breast whilst teasing the other with the tracing wheel.

Luana glimpsed at the clock. It was still 79 minutes and 37 seconds to go.

»Damn it, just ten minutes and I am responding to it already?«

Luana bit so hard on her gag that her jaw hurt and then, she focused on her grandma. Not only because the old woman would distract her from any erotic fantasies, but also because she loved her granny and the idea of her would help her to persist.

Since the age of 13, when Luana and her parents had moved to the USA, she had lived in Taipei and her grandma had been the one who had entertained her with old Chinese legends and fairytales when she had been a girl. Luana fully concentrated on her memories and for a while, it helped her to block out what was just happening to her.

However, when Luana had grown older, her granny had also told her some of the legends that would not have been appropriate when she had been younger: stories about dragons who had fallen in love with princesses and had abducted them to become their wives. Brave heroes who had fallen into the clutches of seductive witches or demons. Innocent girls who were visited by some unearthly entity-

»Oouuhhmmmm!«

Luana had just been reimagining a story where a beautiful princess had been kept in a tower to keep her from men, but then had been visited by a demon who had introduced her to the pleasures of flesh when she felt that the image of the night visitor had become more and more real.

Her grandma had always giggled when she had described the demon`s two tongues, a rough and a soft one, but it had been when she had already been in the USA that she had understood what she had meant by telling her that the demon »knew how to use them«. Now, the grown up Luana could hear that giggle and felt how the demon`s tongues, rough and soft at the same time, explored the princess` lady parts.

»Uuuhhmmmm!«

Luana thrust out her womb and felt the feeling intensify. The demon`s soft tongue now pushed deeper between her legs, approaching her cleft, whilst the rough one brushed over her clit, feeling like a rasp and sending blissful strays through her womb. Then, Luana felt a third tongue dart into her belly button.

»Mhhmm?«

It took her some effort to open her eyes, but then, Luana realized that, of course, there was no demon – at least not the one from the fairytale who had turned out to be an enchanted prince. It was just Lan who now looked up to her and blinked with a sardonic smile.

Luana let out a fluttering breath. She had been so carried away that she had drooled and saliva was running from her gag mask, over her chin and throat. When she breathed in, a gush of female arousal reached her nose and she knew all too well it was her own scent.

The oscillating brush now pushed against a spot between her legs, forcing her on her tiptoes, whilst the tracing wheel seemed to follow a twisted route over her pubic mound. Luana stared at the clock that just sprang to 59:59 and she let out a deep groan of frustration and fear.

***

Sophia had been the target of ticklers all her live. Some had just playfully teased her whilst others had found pleasure in either making her squeal in front of others or to force her to squirm and to burst out with uncontrollable laughter. However, all these people had let her go sooner or later, or she had been able to escape. Now, she had none of these options.

Ingrid wasn`t like her classmates who had poked her sides to make her scream. Instead, she seemed to be able to sense Sophia`s level of self-control and found fun in breaking it as slowly as possible. She placed her fists at her victim`s sides, waiting for the panting girl to relax. And Sophia had tried, really tried to fight her reflexes.

Ingrid slowly opened her hands and Sophia`s eyes widened, too exhausted to still plead through her gag. The tingle was tolerable, but it intensified as Ingrid`s fingers brushed over her sensitive skin. Sophia held her breath and stiffened. Ingrid blew an air kiss towards her and withdrew the fraction of a millimeter that turned the touch of her nails into a breeze. Sophia now let out helpless blows of air and she slightly cringed. As Ingrid continued, her self-control burst and she was squirming and squealing, gasping for breath.

Ingrid`s fingers reached her armpits and whilst her little fingers kept massaging her there, she cupped Sophia`s breasts with her hands. Then, she pressed and kneaded and Sophia moaned, deeply and loudly. Not only was it a break from the tickling, the touch felt – good. The LD had now fully kicked in and her nipples almost hurt from arousal. Sophia closed her eyes and pushed her chest against Ingrid`s hands, but the German withdrew.

»You know the rules, Sophia! I just wanted to see if you were able to focus!«

Focus! Ingrid`s perfidious plan was to get her over the brink just by tickling her. An hour ago, Sophia would have thought that the blonde would rather succeed in causing her to faint or wet herself – or both. But now, she felt that the countless electric waves that had been sent through her nerve pathways had not only driven her mad, but also sparked another fire. Whilst she had been writhing helplessly, squealing and giggling, there had also been another tingle, a glooming fire in her breasts and loins that seemed to have turned into a veritable pyre now.

Like a mad harp player, Ingrid now let her fingers brush over Sophia`s belly, causing her to squirm weakly. Then, her left fist pushed behind the girl`s left knee whilst the other rested between her legs.

»Ouuuhhhuuuhhuuhhuuhhhmm!«

Sophia reared up and screamed and laughed through her gag as the German`s fists slowly opened, like two water lilies in the morning. The tickling sensation straying from the back of her knee was driving her insane and at the same time, she wriggled her hips at the soft touch of the fingernails brushing over her painfully swollen clit and labia. If only Ingrid would push a little harder, just a little, just-

»You know the rules!«, Ingrid purred, withdrawing from Sophia`s middle. The helpless girl panted, trying to catch breath. She felt that Ingrid now had placed her fists behind the backs of her knees.

Suddenly, an idea built inside her head, absurd and yet, she clung to it like a drowning person to a wooden log:

»When she starts tickling my knees again, the impulses have to pass my womb! Maybe, I can – divert them!«

The idea stood against all basic physical knowledge, but Sophia closed her eyes, bit down on her gag and concentrated on her middle with all her remaining strength. She imagined her swollen clit, now even sensitive to the touch of the pantyhose, her being dripping wet and ready to be taken and how the bomb was just waiting for the fuse to be lit.

»Ingrid is the torch and my nerves are the fuse! And when it is lit, the sparks will set it off!«

Sophia pushed against the wall with her shoulders and wriggled her pelvis. Her intimate spots almost hurt from unfulfilled desire and she knew that if she had been able to touch herself, it would have been a matter of seconds. Now, she felt Ingrid slowly rake over the backs of her knees again.

»My nerves are the fuse, focus, it`s the torch, focus, focus, fooooohhh!«

The wave of irritation ran up her thighs, but this time, Sophia could almost see her nerve pathways being electric cables, uninsulated cables that sparked like being hit by a lightning. Her pussy was made of pure dynamite and the sparks were coming closer and closer. One would be enough to-

It hit her with such a power that even Ingrid, who had been crouching between Sophia`s legs, landed on her backside and watched the eruption with fascination. Sophia thrust out her pelvis and the blonde witnessed her clench and spasm as she was screaming through her gag, her hands opening and closing and her whole body twitching as if she would be electrocuted.

»Great God, what have we done!«, Ingrid whispered as Sophia rode the wave of passion for what seemed to be ages, but definitely was more than a minute. Then, she collapsed and hung in her bonds, her pantyhose so moist that her juices dripped from between her legs.

Ingrid came to her feet and she almost expected the laptop that had registered Sophia`s level of arousal would have caught fire, too.

»Maybe, calling it ›Little Death‹ is some kind of understatement!«

***

When she and Lioba approached the main door of Lioba`s house, Isabelle saw their reflection in the glass of the concierge`s cabin.

»Beside her, I am looking like a tramp!«, she thought involuntarily. She was wearing jeans, chucks and a black T-Shirt and her hair was in a ponytail. Not even Colonel Beranger would have scolded her for her appearance, but somehow, Lioba had managed to dress up in the time Isabelle had taken to bind her shoelaces.

Lioba`s hair was kept from her face by two silver hairpins that matched the subtle brooch, necklace and earrings and the scarf she had slung around her waist because a belt would have hurt her still sensitive skin looked as if a designer had given her the tip to go like that. The dress showed some of her legs and though she had put on pumps with moderate heels, to Isabelle it seemed as if she was staggering whilst Lioba was levitating.

»...drive?«

»Hm?«

Isabelle twitched when Lioba spoke to her. She had taken her car keys from her handbag and now held it to Isabelle.

»I was asking whether you could drive? Somehow, I still feel a bit dizzy.«

»Not very resilient for a German, eh?«, Isabelle mocked and took the keys. She had had more of the Slivovitz, but now, having had a coffee and sandwiches, she felt okay and if they ran into a Police control, the Officer would maybe be more tolerant towards a colleague.

»Especially since I am a Transylvanian Saxon«, Lioba sighed. »At least, I have no headaches!«

The two girls entered the car and Lioba had to oppress another sigh. The memory of her last ride, with the crotch rope chaffing her, was so strong that for a moment, she was surprised that nothing happened when she sat down. She even felt a slight tingle between her legs.

Actually, the origin of that tingle had nothing to do with Lioba`s memories or the marks the tight ropes had left. But when she had chosen her white thong with the question mark, she had done so because the others had dripped from her saliva whilst this one had just been damp. This was the case because the other two had been wrapped around it before the whole cloth ball had been stuffed into her mouth. Before forming that ball, Ingrid`s henchman had wrapped a pill in it. Lioba had completely forgotten about it, since when she had dried her thong, there had been no sign of it.

Lioba`s saliva hadn`t had much time to soak both the thong and the pill and therefore, she hadn`t swallowed some of the LD. But the pill had dissolved and the panties now were soaked with the active ingredient. Pressed against Lioba`s labia, all it would take was a little time and moisture.

Isabelle had also forgotten about the pill and just was following her thoughts whilst driving towards her home. Still, she felt not right about not informing her colleagues, but on the other hand, she had to admit that she had caused Sistine to get kidnapped and had also endangered the life of Lioba. Perhaps, she would be able to avoid a warning, but the least to happen would be that she would be taken off the case. So, she decided to prove that she was a worthy investigator before she informed Colonel Beranger.

The reason they were heading for her apartment was not only the desire for a shower and fresh clothes. She also wanted to check her landline phone. Lioba`s phone had been taken away by the criminals, but Ingrid had phoned her at her apartment, too.

Of course, the criminal had oppressed her number, but Isabelle just hoped that she had followed her reflexes. Two years ago, someone had harassed her on the phone and therefore, Isabelle always recorded incoming phone calls if she didn`t know the number. She wasn`t exactly sure whether she had done so, but if she had, they perhaps had a clue.

Isabelle had told Lioba about her idea and the scientist had appreciated it. She had even tried to remember whether she had heard anything significant when she had spoken to Ingrid, but yet, she could only think of how terrifying Sophia`s muffled scream had sounded. However, she had something else that could perhaps be helpful.

»I hope you don`t mind that I took these with my bare hands, but our fingerprints are all over them anyway!«

They were waiting at a traffic light when Lioba opened her handbag and showed the Polaroid photos of Sophia, Luana and Sistine. Isabelle just frowned and Lioba added:

»I mean, maybe, we can see something in the background. Like in CSI!«

Isabelle forced herself to smile. Of course, shows like »CSI« greatly exaggerated what information could be taken from a photo that wasn`t even highly resolved. But it was a piece of evidence and instead of her, Lioba had thought of it.

A honk from the car behind them told them that the traffic light had changed to green some second ago. In an almost synchronous move, both raised their hands to show the person behind them their middle fingers before Isabelle drove on.

»What if he calls the Police?«, Lioba giggled and against her will, Isabelle had to laugh, too.

»It`s your car. So, if he does, the blame is on you!«

»And if he says that a pretty redhead had been driving, I would also not be off the hook!«

Isabelle was a bit puzzled, not sure whether Lioba was joking, praising her own looks or if she really was considering her as pretty.

»Thanks for complimenting both of us«, she grunted, »I am bad at such things!«

Lioba chuckled.

»After all, you are the one they call ›Belle‹!«

Isabelle felt a stitch because it had been Mike who had used that nickname for her most of the time. Suddenly, she felt an urge to know more about his and Lioba`s past:

»How did he call you? Lily?«

Lioba, who immediately understood to whom Isabelle was referring, smiled.

»Mircalla!«

Isabelle raised an eyebrow and Lioba explained:

»It`s because of my last name. Do you know the novel »Carmilla the Vampire« by Sheridan LeFanu? In it, there is a female vampire called Mircalla von Karnstein.«

When Lioba mentioned vampires, Isabelle had for a terrible moment to oppress the urge to make a joke about sucking. Instead, she snorted:

»My last name`s Marceau. So, I am lucky he kept the ›La Boum‹-references to a minimum!«

They laughed, but Lioba`s giggle was interrupted by a sigh.

»What`s up – Mircalla?«

»Nothing!«

Lioba rummaged through her handbag to avoid looking at Isabelle. All of a sudden, a warm tingle had strayed through her loins, as if talking about Ozzie had triggered some pleasant, but naughty memories. She felt the urge to reach under her skirt as there still was some slight prickle.

»It must be the rope marks from that damned rope!«, Lioba decided and was glad when Isabelle announced that they had reached their destination.

***

Mike had decided to wait at Isabelle`s apartment until 6 pm and to pass the time, he had looked for further evidence of what could have happened to her. There was a tumbler, filled with some water, standing close to the phone. He guessed that it contained melted ice cubes, but to his surprise, he didn`t smell alcohol, though the various glasses and bottles gave vivid evidence that Isabelle hadn`t become abstinent.

He had been about to leave when he had heard steps from the corridor. Hastily, he had hidden behind the couch as he had heard voices, too.

»If she has brought a colleague, I will show myself and tell her that I just wanted to get her the key back. But if it is her new lover – well, maybe, I will congratulate him on his good taste in women before I rip out his heart!«

The door opened and he could hear Isabelle´s voice he had missed for some weeks now. At least, she was alive and Mike felt relieved, though at the same time, he was sure that the next thing he would hear was the voice of his successor.

»Please, excuse the mess«, Isabelle said, »but I didn`t expect guests.«

»Oh, don`t bother!«

The voice sounded a bit hoarse and the last time he had heard it, its possessor had spoken English, but Mike suddenly petrified. This was Lioba! His Lioba, so to say! Standing in Isabelle`s apartment and talking to her!

»M-may I sit down?«

Mike heard Lioba stagger to a chair and sink on the seat whilst Isabelle asked whether she was okay.

»Just still a bit dizzy – I am really getting old!«

»If you need to smoke, please, get on the balcony!«

»Hey, I always had to go down on the parking lot!«

Mike knew that he could only delay revealing himself for a short while and so, he decided to do it right now. The situation was awkward at least and his part in it would not be better if one of the girls would find him crouching behind the sofa.

Lioba gasped and Isabelle dropped the empty bottle she had just been taking from the table. Both women stared at Mike that had just materialized in front of them.

»Ozzie?«

»Mike?«

Immediately, Mike noticed one thing: the two didn`t exchange looks, indicating that none of them was surprised the other knew him, too. So, they had obviously spoken about him. Suddenly, he thought how much damage jumping from Isabelle´s balcony would cause – and if he could get the next plane to a less frightening place. Central Afghanistan or so.

Lioba got to her feet and Mike couldn`t help admiring her looks, though it seemed that both she and Isabelle had had a rough night.

»I – was in town and wanted to get you the key back«, Mike said in a drawling voice, just to break the silence. Suddenly, both made staggering steps towards him, but then, they flew into his arms.

»It must have been that damned truck I couldn`t take over for 20 miles! I had to breathe in too much Diesel fumes and now, I am hallucinating!«

However, the two redheaded beauties, one tallish and the other small, that cuddled against him didn`t disappear and felt very real. Mike cleared his throat.

»Okay, Ladies, I think I need some more context – just to decide whether this is heaven, hell or something even more bizarre!«

***

PING! PING!

Sistine had dozed off, but woke up when the strange sound came up close to her ear. When she opened her eyes, she saw Lan`s face and for a moment, before she realized that she still was bound, gagged and spread, her first reaction was pure joy. As if she had been awakened by her lover.

»That`s right, I do the hard work and you are sleeping like a marmot!«

Lan bent forward and kissed the scarf tied over Sistine`s mouth and nose, trying to get her lips. She was still wearing her cap and uniform, but Sistine noticed she was somehow looking disheveled. Disheveled and also quite turned up.

»Anyway, for now, I can call it a day – and start the night!«

The strange sound had come from two Champaign glasses Lan had clinked together. When Sistine turned her head, she could see that also a Champaign bottle was standing on the nightstand, covered with small drops of condensation.

»You may be pleased to hear that today was a full success! Ingrid has to evaluate the computer data, but I was able to steal away!«

»Mhhmmm?«

Sistine squirmed, but Lan just bent over her, gently keeping her pinned to the bed by her shoulders. A strand of hair had come loose from her strict bun and was now tickling Sistine`s forehead. She could now see that Lan not only looked a little disheveled, but her uniform also showed some wet spots. Then, she sensed the fragrance. A specific scent came from the Chinese`s clothes – and Sistine knew her too well to know it wasn`t Lan`s own!

She moaned into the panties stuffing her mouth and it seemed that Lan had read her thoughts.

»To reach success, I had to get a bit close to my – work. But, believe me, my thoughts and my heart were here!«

Lan kissed her index and middle finger and touched Sistine`s forehead. Then, she slowly brushed over her cheek, covered by the scarf. Sistine stared at her, but could not help breathing a bit faster when she felt the fingers caress her throat.

Lan shifted her position and her fingers brushed over Sistine`s left breast, as if ascending a mountain. She trapped her nipple between her fingers and said.

»Or rather here!«

Sistine still felt nervous about what the other woman had meant by »full success« and in addition, the now overwhelming scent of female arousal that came from Lan`s clothes irritated her. Lan smiled and her fingers continued their journey. Sistine once again gasped when Lan playfully pushed into her belly button and when she had reached her triangle of pubic hair, she wriggled her hips.

»Or were my thoughts somewhere else? What do you think, Sweet Sistine?«

Sistine reared up when Lan`s fingers brushed through her pubic hair, going in small circles as if they were two warriors lost in the jungle.

»Ah, now, I remember! My thoughts were right – here!«

Her fingers approached Sistine`s clit, but then, she suddenly withdraw and pointed to the Champaign bottle. Sistine moaned with slight disappointment; then, she blushed because she had revealed that she would have wanted to be touched by her captor.

Lan got from the bed and took off her clothes. This time, she did it rather slowly and Sistine could see the wet spot on her panties before she took them off. When Lan was naked, she loosened her hair and grabbed the bottle before she bent over Sistine again. Now, she smelled all Lan and Sistine could not help panting with anticipation.

»You Europeans say that Champaign is best served ice, ice cold!«

Sistine moaned as Lan placed the indeed cold bottle between her breasts and then opened it. Then, she grabbed the pillow and stuffed it under Sistine`s shoulders so the girl had to sit up the little her tight bonds allowed. She took a small sip directly from the bottle and grimaced.

»I think I prefer it less cold – warmed up by the hottest thing around!«

Lan slowly slid down, rubbing her nude front over Sistine`s, until she had her head between the girl`s splayed legs, so close to her pubic mound that Sistine felt her breath.

»Oouuuhhmmm!«

She mewed and reared up as Lan now stretched her arm an poured some Champaign over her breasts. It was cold and she shivered, but at the same time, she was trembling as some of the prickling liquid ran over her belly and then seeped into her pubic hair. A moment later, she felt it between her legs and she mewed.

»That`s how I like my Champaign!«, Lan breathed and slowly licked over Sistine`s labia.

***