The Little Death 20

Waiting for Luana to be brought back was terrible, though nobody did any harm to Sophia. She was allowed to sit down on a stool and Lan, who seemed to have regained her former self-confidence, gave Sophia her glasses back, even wiping them before putting them on her nose.

She still wasn`t gagged, but saw no point in pleading. She looked around and noticed that Ingrid still looked as if she felt uneasy, obviously feeling how Greg seemed to remember how her naked pussy looked and how she had writhed and moaned to his feet. Sophia suddenly straightened and raised her head, trying to show Ingrid that she wasn`t defeated yet.

However, she felt pity for Luana. Lan had spoken about an enema and though she never had gotten one herself, she shuddered from imagining how the men inserted a hose into Luana`s rear, pumped some warm water into her and then – waited for it to work.

She was prepared for the worst when the door opened and her lips trembled as she saw Luana. Physically, she looked okay or rather unchanged. However, Sophia noticed that the man who led her was holding her rather loosely and that Luana was slightly staggering, as if her legs still felt wobbly.

For no other reason than to increase the pity felt by Sophia, Lan forced Luana to turn around, so she could see how her arms were tied. It seemed that the men had changed the arrangement a bit, for now, her hands were tied palm to palm, pointing upwards behind her head. Her elbows had been forced together and were tied with the same rope whose ends were dangling downwards.

It was another cruelty that made Sophia gasp. From Luana`s rear, a black knob protruded, indicating that they had pushed a butt plug inside her.

Lan was turned further so that she was facing Sophia again and a second stool was placed behind her. The way her head was pulled back and fixed to her bound hands forced her to look upward and she reared up when she was pushed down on the seat, forcing her to sit on her butt plug.

»Get up and come here!«, Lan now ordered and Sophia obeyed. As she approached, she could smell a slight scent of bathing lotion; obviously, they had washed her after the enema. Lan had grabbed the ends of the rope tying Luana`s hands and played with it whilst she said:

»For the next 24 hours, Luana will get a considerable dose of the three T – i. e. tedium, tension and torture! However, you may want to make it a bit easier for her, Sophia?«

Sophia looked at Luana`s front, her heaving chest and the way she slightly shifted her hips with uneasiness. Blindfolded and with her ears stuffed, she did not even know what Lan was intending to do to her.

»If you want to punish me instead, go for it!«

Her voice sounded hoarse, but steady. Lan smiled.

»You haven`t attacked me and I doubt that it was you who managed to free yourselves and to overpower Ingrid. So, there is no point in punishing you. But you may give Luana some pleasant memories. Something to feed on whilst she will be trapped, unable to move, see, hear, scream-«

Lan sounded as if she was imagining something funny and Sophia knew that whatever she wanted her to do, it would be embarrassing the least. But she said:

»What do you want me to do?«

Lan got up and stepped close to Sophia. She whispered:

»I have a feeling that you and Luana are – quite good friends. So, why don`t you kiss your friend Goodbye?«

She went for her toolbox and took a small bottle from it. Then, she poured a golden, viscous liquid over Luana`s throat and chest. The Taiwanese twitched and mewed faintly as it slowly ran over her breasts, down her belly and between her legs.

»Just some honey«, Lan explained to the dismayed Sophia, »a bit sticky, but harmless and, at least in my opinion, quite delicious.«

Now, Sophia knew what the Chinese had in mind. Lan suddenly held something else in her hand: it was Ingrid`s riding crop.

»Now, here is the deal, Sophia: you remove all the honey from your friend`s body. There is no time limit, but I will hit any spot you miss ten times with this!«

To emphasize her words, she let the crop swish through the air, so close to Luana that she felt the air and twitched. Sophia`s eyes widened and she was about to shy back, but then, she remembered how Luana, though she was tortured and humiliated by their captors, had tried to make things a bit more lenient for her.

Slowly, she stepped forward and bent down to Luana`s neck. With her hands trapped inside the leather sheath, all she had to fulfill Lan`s order was her mouth.

»Mph! Nngg!«

Luana weakly squirmed and protested as her lips touched the skin of her friend.

»It`s me, Luana!«, Sophia whispered, though she knew that Luana could not hear her. But she hoped that she would recognize she wasn`t Lan or Ingrid.

She remembered how she and Luana had kissed after they had thought they were on their way to freedom. It had been a short kiss, but Sophia just hoped that Luana would remember her lips as she now approached her throat and tried to remove the honey with her mouth. It was indeed delicious, even mixed with the salty taste of Luana`s sweat. Sophia felt how her friend`s chest heaved and she continued to softly kiss and lick her, all the time whispering gentle things of which she hoped Luana would somehow understand them.

At least, she seemed to have relaxed a bit, for Luana didn`t twitch or squirm as Sophia now turned her attention to her breasts.

»How firm they are«, she thought involuntarily and crouched as she continued removing the honey from Luana`s thrust out boobs. Bending her legs caused the Ben Wa balls to slightly tingle and she sighed as her lips wandered over one of Luana`s nipples. It was hard and erect and when Sophia slightly sucked on it, Luana moaned, but not as if she found this appalling.

More and more, Sophia forgot about the world around her. It was just her and Luana, her mouth and the lovely breasts she was allowed to enjoy. She still was tender, but became more playful as she encircled Luana`s other nipple with her tongue and giggled as her friend moaned impatiently. Then, she kissed the tip of her breast with more intensity.

When Luana`s boobs were shimmering with saliva, free from all honey and almost painfully swollen, Sophia slowly wandered down Luana`s belly. She now could sense that the scent of the honey had mixed with another fragrance, but Sophia didn`t stop. Her tongue darted into Luana`s navel and she felt the slight tremble. Obviously, she was also a little bit ticklish. She went on her knees and then, her mouth approached Luana`s pubic mound.

There was a gentle touch on her shoulders and Sophia noticed it were Luana`s inner thighs. She had opened her legs, but slightly moved them, as if she was trying to caress Sophia.

»She knows it is me!«

The thought was such a relief that Sophia suddenly lost all inhibitions. She never had kissed another woman there, but suddenly, it all felt natural and promising. The exciting fragrance, now overwhelming, the hot, wet and soft flesh and the bittersweet mélange of honey and-

»Oouhhmmmm! Mmmhhhmmm! Uuuhhmmmmm!«

Luana moved her pelvis and as Sophia buried her face deeper into her lap, she felt like diving into an opening flower.  Soon, she would-

»That`s enough!«

Sophia protested as she was pulled back by her hair so she landed on her backside. Lan stood over her, in her hand, she held two items Sophia recognized as the red thong Luana had been wearing and the black latex one she had cut from Ingrid.

»Friend and enemy, that`s almost like Ying and Yang, isn`t it?«

Lan formed a ball out of the two panties and forced them into Sophia`s mouth. She was then gagged like Luana, with the harness gag before Lan pulled another pair of panties over her head. They were white and plain and smelled from sweat, female arousal – and Champaign. After that, a gauze bandage plus additional tape wrapped over her lower face. She was spared the blindfold and the stuffed ears, but Lan pulled a pantyhose over her head and knotted it around her neck, too. Sophia soon smelled it had been worn before.

She was forced to her knees and then had to watch what two of the men did to Luana. The ropes dangling from her elbow tie were threaded between her legs and up her front before one of the men put two knots in it. He then put the ends over Luana`s shoulders and his colleague who stood behind the girl took them and pulled. There was a faint mew as the ropes disappeared between Luana`s labia. The man pulled once more and now, the first knot was close to Luana`s throat whilst the second was between her clit and her belly button. The man brought the ends back to the front and pushed them between the parallel ropes before bringing the ends back. As he once again pulled, the ropes opened, building a mesh between Luana`s neck and her clit. At the same time, the ropes between her legs were pulled even deeper, causing another mew to which Sophia offered a muffled echo. Only when the ropes were as taut as piano strings, the man tied the ends off at the small of Luana`s back.

The helpless Taiwanese slightly reared up as she once again was placed on the stool. One of the men grabbed her ankles whilst the other tied her legs with a number of narrow black belts. Each was buckled tight and he used three to her upper legs and another three below her knees, tying her legs from thighs to ankles. Finally, Luana`s big toes were tied with a shoelace. As she then was put to her feet, Sophia realized with horror that standing caused her muscles to tense and thus made the straps even more uncomfortable. Luana was shaking and would have fallen if one of the men hadn`t kept his hand on her shoulder. Her chest was heaving from her heavy panting.

»Now, have one good last look at her!«

A pink suitcase was rolled in and though Sophia was sure it was way too small, Luana barely fit in as they folded her legs and pressed her into a ball. Lan closed the lid and pulled the zipper shut.

»Tension, tedium and torture, just as promised!«, Lan crowed. She gave some orders in Chinese and one of the men rolled the suitcase to the corridor, out of Sophia`s sight. She mewed and tried to get to her feet, but the two other Chinese grabbed her shoulders and held her back.

»You will travel a bit more comfortable!«, Lan promised to her.

***

»Fuck!«

When she woke up, Isabelle looked at her alarm clock and found out it was 2 am. She tried to turn around and to fall asleep again, but she couldn`t. There was a vague idea in the back of her head that she could not grab, but it had something to do with the whereabouts of Sistine, Luana and Sophia.

»I hate my intuition!«, she yawned and got up. She remembered that she had a guest and so, she sneaked into the living room. It was dimly lit by the moonlight and she could see Lioba sleeping on the couch. For a while, she looked at her involuntary roommate. The blanket had slid from her a bit, revealing one of Lioba`s legs – long and shapely.

»And in addition, she doesn`t snore!«

For a moment, the idea of getting her pillow and to indeed smother Lioba was quite tempting, but Isabelle instead sat in front of her laptop. One by one, she again checked the images of the four potential hideouts on Google Earth.

»Come on, tell me something!«

The photos on Google Earth were updated on a regularly base, but she could see that the last time had been some four days ago. Besides, it was unlikely that one of the pictures would show a man carrying a tied up girl over his shoulder.

Suddenly, the idea in the back of her head became more clearly. Isabelle made a few clicks and then, she could see it as if there suddenly a neon sign had appeared, saying »Secret Hideout«.

»Lioba!«, she yelled, jumping over to the couch and jolting the other`s shoulder.

»Mhhmm?«, Lioba grunted and tried to turn away from her, but Isabelle ripped away the blanket and insisted:

»Come on, get up, you lazy bitch! I have a younger sister and I know how to get you out of your bed, believe me!«

Lioba cringed and then, she turned towards Isabelle, wiping her eyes.

»Have you decided to torture me instead of killing me?«

»Oh, stop self-pitying and get your ass up! I`ve found the kidnapper`s hideout!«

Mumbling something, Lioba forced herself up and staggered towards the laptop. Isabelle pointed at the screen that showed a midnight image of a dark building. Lioba could only see dark grey shadows in front of a black background.

»Are you fucking kidding me?«, she complained. Isabelle enlarged the photo and pointed on a small orange spot.

»Do you know what that is?«

Lioba bent forward and looked closer.

»An electric light?«

»Indeed! I guess it`s from a motion detector near the entrance. Perhaps, a stray cat has triggered it!«

»So? I don`t care even if it was an elephant!«

Isabelle now grabbed Lioba´s arm.

»Don`t you get it? This«, she pointed at the screen, » is the abandoned quarantine clinic, one of the spots we shortlisted!«

Lioba was tired, but slowly, her brain cells started to work again.

»You mean, it isn`t abandoned anymore?«

»Do you need a cold shower? The clinic was closed three years ago and has been left to rot since then. This photo was taken four days ago! So, if this is just an empty ruin-«

»Why do they have a working motion detector there?«, Lioba completed the sentence. She now was also awake and looked at Isabelle.

»Good work, Lieutenant!«

Isabelle could not hide her pride and grinned.

»Just applied logic! Where have I heard that before?«

She prepared some coffee and asked:

»Black with sugar, wasn`t it?«

»You are as attentive as Ozzie!«

Isabelle showed her her middle finger and though she smiled, she thought if she should change the sugar for some strychnine. As they sat in front of the laptop, sipping from their mugs, Lioba asked carefully:

»I guess you still don`t want to call for the cavalry?«

Isabelle shook her head.

»So far, it`s just an idea!«

Lioba looked at the watch on the lower side of the screen.

»It`s just three o`clock! Ozzie will be here at noon, he said! Too bad we can`t call him now!«

They were still both without their cell phones and neither Lioba nor Isabelle had thought of asking Mike at which hotel he was staying. So, all they could do was wait and stare at the picture of the abandoned clinic.

»It`s 53 kilometers from here«, Isabelle said to herself, but Lioba had overheard it.

»Are you intending that we should have a – closer look?«

Isabelle realized that Lioba sounded rather intrigued than concerned. She still looked at the photo as she said:

»It`s not Dracula´s castle. I mean, this is an international container terminal. Even now, there are some people around – truck drivers, nightshift workers-«

»And we wouldn`t get on the property, just have a look from the car and see if we spot something suspicious!«

Five minutes later, the two girls approached Isabelle`s car. She had insisted to drive since the criminals might recognize Lioba`s car. The real reason, however, had been that she didn`t want Lioba to grab her hand bag, only to find out that Mike had taken her apartment key.

Isabelle wore black jeans, her darkest sneakers and a black T-Shirt. She had resisted putting on a black cap, too, since she already thought that she looked like the mascot of a SWAT team. Under her also black jacket, the shoulder holster with her gun was hidden.

Since Lioba was five inches taller than Isabelle and her green dress was not ideal for field missions (though they would of course not leave the car), she had had to pick some of Isabelle`s clothes that made her look a bit disheveled, as Isabelle had noted with some grim pleasure.

Lioba sported black leggings that ended at the middle of her calves and a pair of shoes that were a little too small, but better than her hey heels. She also still wore the oversized T-Shirt under a black vest and had tied her scarf over her hair pirate style.

»Let`s go!«, she said as Isabelle opened the car and patted her shoulder. To her surprise, Isabelle didn`t consider the touch unpleasant.

***

»Are you feeling a little better now?«

When Lan, who had left the lab as soon as she had given her orders, entered her room, she found Sistine almost like she had left her: lying on the bed, wrapped in the sheets and sobbing into the pillow. Carefully, Lan approached her and brushed over her shoulder. The girl turned her back towards her.

»Go away!«

Lan oppressed the urge to touch Sistine, but she said in a quiet tone:

»I just wanted to thank you!«

Slowly, Sistine turned around, her face showing an expression of grief.

»What for?«, she spat. »For completely forgetting who I am and helping you to capture these two? For being a traitor and a criminal?«

Since the men had left, taking Sophia and Luana with them, she had realized what she had done by not helping Sophia and by yelling, so the men would hear what was going on. Lan had not been able to stay with her; she hadn`t restrained her, but locked her room. However, Sistine hadn`t even left the bed.

»A traitor and a criminal? Not in my eyes!«

Sistine glanced at her.

»Of course not!«

»You mean, because I am a traitor and a criminal myself? Well, I have to admit that I have to fall back on criminal methods, but I can assure you that I am not a traitor!«

Her voice had become stricter during her last words and against her will, Sistine wanted to know more.

»Then, what is this all about? What is your ›higher aim‹, the sacred end that justifies the means?«

She tried to sound ironically, but Lan just waited for her to finish before she asked:

»Do you love your country, Sistine?«

A bit puzzled, Sistine replied:

»I have sworn an oath to protect it – but I am not running around kidnapping women or forcing them to work for me!«

Lan nodded slowly and loosened her disheveled bun, allowing her cascade of black hair to fall over her shoulders. Then, she asked:

»If your country was suffering from a disease and a foreign doctor had developed a medicine that could cure it – wouldn`t you do everything to get that medicine and to help fighting the disease, no matter what it costs?«

Sistine frowned and thought about that for a few moments before she answered:

»I would perhaps agree to you if this would be about medicine. But we are talking about a fucking aphrodisiac!«

She had to oppress a chortle because of her involuntary pun and the corners of Lan`s mouth twitched, too.

»That`s a nice saying. But anyway, what makes you think that an aphrodisiac cannot be called medicine?«

»Because you can`t cure cancer or at least COVID with it?«, Sistine replied, but her voice was a bit drawling for she was not as secure about her point as she had been a minute before. Lan straightened her upper body so that despite her uniform blouse being slightly crumpled, the red flag with the five golden stars stood out.

»Do you know under which disease China suffers the most?«

Sistine frowned. What was Lan talking about? She had no deeper knowledge about China and she was sure that she wasn`t referring to AIDS or cancer. After a few seconds, Lan gave the answer herself:

»It`s overaging. For decades, we had the one-child-policy and in addition, due to tradition, boys have a much higher status than girls – you know what I mean, don`t you?«

Sistine nodded silently. She had heard that Chinese women quite often decided to have an abortion if they were expecting a female child. Sometimes, newborn girls were even murdered. Sistine shuddered and when Lan took her hand, she didn`t shy back.

»During the last decades, our economy has grown at an incredible speed! But one of the downsides is that many young people are more interested in their career and money than in founding a family.« She scoffed.

»I mean, we are maybe the global player number one, but we are approaching a demographic catastrophe!«

Still, Sistine allowed Lan to hold her hand, but she insisted:

»And you want to change the direction with LD? I mean, do you want to breed a new generation?«

»If you want to put it that way – yes!«

Lan also took Sistine`s other hand. The sheet slid from her ample breasts, but the Chinese looked straight at Sistine`s eyes.

»I am not blind to reality, Sistine. My land is a dictatorship – and I am also a small cog in the wheel. However, the main reason that this doesn`t change is that all the power is in the hands of old men! If we want change, it has to come from the youth! A youth that doesn`t exist – yet!«

Her eyes sparkled and she pulled Sistine closer as she added:

»Imagine if there are more young people in my country! Young people who are more open-minded towards modern ideas! Isn`t that a goal worth fighting for?«

She had talked herself into a rage and her chest was heaving as she continued to look at Sistine`s eyes. The girl still wasn`t completely convinced. Was Lan really fighting for a democratic China – with the methods of a criminal?

»But – all this won`t happen because people enjoy having sex more!«

Lan smiled.

»One of the advantages of a centralistic dictatorship is that we are also controlling the access to contraception pills!«

As Sistine looked a bit confused, Lan bent forward and kissed her lips. Then, she asked in a quiet, but emphatically voice:

»Do you understand me now, Sweet Sistine? That`s my great aim I am willing to commit criminal acts for – a modern China! Maybe, the first democratic China that ever existed!«

Sistine felt a bit dizzy. Lan`s visions were so – big! And yet, she still was sure that something didn`t quite fit, but she couldn`t put her finger on it.

»But what about Dr. Wu and Dr. Chabrol? And what about me?«

Lan now caressed the girl`s hands with her thumbs as she explained:

»They will have to come with us – whether they want it or not. I have to admit that. They will be treated well and maybe, I can persuade them that my way is the right one, but until the change has come, they will be living in a golden cage!«

She sounded sad as she explained it, as if she really felt sorry that she had to make such decisions: to sacrifice a few to save the many. Sistine gulped and then, she croaked:

»And me?«

Again, Lan kissed her.

»Well, I hope that you will come with me deliberately.«

There was that wistful, longing expression in her eyes again. Sistine let out a fluttering breath and when Lan kissed her this time, she closed her eyes and kissed her back. Lan withdrew after a while, but only to lock the door. Then, she approached the bed, looking at the naked girl that was no longer covered by sheets.

»In China, the situation isn`t easy for – people like us! I hope that this will change in the near future, too!«

»People like us?«, Sistine croaked. Still, she had the feeling that something didn`t quite match, but when Lan stood in front of the bed, she went on her knees and slung her arms around her, gasping as the tips of her breasts grinded over the rough uniform blouse.

»The guys are packing our belongings now«, Lan whispered. »What do you think people like us can do to pass the next few hours?«

Instead of an answer, Sistine cuddled closer and began to tug the blouse from her belt whilst she greedily responded to Lan`s kisses.

***

»That`s really a hospital? Looks more like a bunker!«

The sky was already getting brighter from the beginning dawn when Isabelle and Lioba reached the street where the quarantine clinic was located. Indeed, the two floor building didn`t look much like a hospital, for there were only a few windows and most of the rooms seemed to have just narrow skylights.

»Perhaps, they thought that it would be better if someone`s highly contagious. Or, they wanted to spare them to look at the scenery!«

Indeed, the clinic was located between grey warehouses, rows of containers and a few office buildings that didn`t qualify for a beauty contest either.

Slowly, Isabelle drove along the building that was surrounded by what had once been a lawn, but now looked very overgrown and neglected. However, Isabelle noticed one detail: though the clinic looked rotten and abandoned, the fence was new and intact and the gateway was locked by an iron rolling gate. She couldn`t see any security cameras, but she decided to park a little abroad, so they could just watch the property`s gateway.

»Fuck!«, Lioba suddenly uttered.

»What`s up?«, Isabelle asked, her hand halfway to her gun. Lioba smiled wryly.

»I-I forgot my handbag. My cigarettes are in it!«

Isabelle let out her breath and shook her head.

»Sorry, but the last few days weren`t very helpful for my decision to quit!«, Lioba apologized and Isabelle reached for the backseat. On their way to Fos, they had stopped at a petrol station and she had also bought something at the bakery. Lioba opened the bag, saw the doughnuts and smiled.

»Almost like a real Police investigation!«

She took one of the doughnuts and started to eat. Isabelle smiled at the thought of Lioba gaining weight and ruining her gazelle-like figure. Then, she said:

»Real Police investigations are actually boring for most of the time. So, prepare to wait until we have to get back or your butt gets sore – whatever comes first!«

***