The Little Death 28

Guillaume Pacard had reached the age of 61 and was just 317 days away from his pension.  So, he saw no point in distinguishing himself as a hero in a shootout. He had chosen the job as a security guard because it allowed him to wear a uniform and a gun without having to face the dangers being a Policeman would perhaps have brought with it. Usually, guarding the property of an international car distributor wasn`t life-threatening, but then, he had heard the shots.

»Perhaps, they are just chasing rats!«, he thought as he grabbed his gun and torch and slowly approached the rows of parked cars.

BANG!

There was another shot and though his military service had been some 40 years ago, Guillaume could distinguish a pistol shot from that of a shotgun or small caliber rifle. He gulped and reached for the gun in its holster. Beside it, he usually had his phone, but only now, he remembered it was still at his cabin, plugged to be charged.

»Shit! I am too old for that crap!«

He ducked behind a car when he heard the sound of an approaching vehicle. It drove fast and since the lights were off, he only recognized the Audi when it had passed his position. Then, he saw something else: the main gate was opening. They were trying to steal the car!

Guillaume jumped from his position, only to be run over by someone approaching from the dark. He was a heavy man, but the other person had been running and so, they both landed heavily on the ground. He blindly waved his torch and felt some resistance. His opponent grunted and then, he saw the gun in the other`s hand.

A second later, he felt the painful explosion of a knee hitting his groins and then, the other man got up and ran a few steps towards the gate where just now, the Audi was leaving in fast speed. He uttered a curse in a language unknown to Guillaume and then, he turned around.

»P-please, no!«, Guillaume stammered as the man bent over him, still holding the gun. He now could see it was an Asian, maybe a Chinese.

»What are you doing here? They have just stolen our car!«

With one hand shielding his aching balls, Guillaume came to his feet. It seemed that the Chinese wasn`t about to kill him, but nevertheless, he was very upset.

»The- the shots! I-I wanted to-«, he began, but the Asian interrupted him:

»I have heard the shots, you moron! In fact, I fired one of them! But that was just a distraction! They have stolen one of our cars!«

Now no longer feeling threatened, Guillaume regained some of his professionalism. He knew that he had failed and so, he offered to call the Police. However, the other man didn`t seem to approve. He put away his gun and approached Guillaume.

»Listen, there is a small problem with this car`s papers. Nothing of real importance, of course, but if the Police gets the car, they might confiscate it until these problems are cleared and this could delay the delivery for some days. My employer could become very upset – and if that happens, I might consider suing your company!«

Guillaume gulped. If there was an investigation and they came to the conclusion that it had been his fault that the thieves had escaped with the expensive limousine, he would lose a considerable amount of his pension. However, the Chinese now became quite conciliatory:

»Listen, I understand that you were just trying your best! After all, we were distracted by the shots, too. However, we have everything under control now! You can tell your colleagues there is no reason to make that problem bigger than it is!«

»I am alone here at night«, Guillaume replied and the man put his hand on his shoulder.

»Just return to your post, we will deal with the situation! Just don`t be too surprised if we have to leave within the next time!«

Guillaume nodded and then, he felt the man push something scratchy into his hand. He looked down and saw a few 200 Euro bills.

»For your inconvenience! And as said, there is no need to inform the Police!«

The Chinese patted the gun in his belt and had disappeared into the dark before Guillaume could answer. He looked down on the money and suddenly, he understood: this was a quarrel between rivaling gangs of car thieves and he had just been bribed to look the other direction.

On his way back to his cabin, Guillaume had come to one conclusion: these were just cars and having some extra pocket money was better than risking his pension!

***

Some 200 yards away, Isabelle was unaware of this conversation. Her surprise attack had shooed the two men into cover and she had seen that at least, Sistine and Sophia had left the garage and driven away. However, now, things had changed for the worse.

She was cowering behind a car and had her gun ready, but her opponents now had recovered from their surprise and they seemed to be no amateurs. They had split up and in addition, they both had rifles, allowing them to shoot from a greater distance.

»Give up! My colleagues are here any minute!«

»At least, Mike should show up!«, she added in her thoughts. However, she hoped that the shots had alarmed someone – the guard or maybe, even her colleagues.

She heard steps to her right, indicating that now, the third man had joined the game.

»That means they have escaped!«, she thought. At least, that part of her plan had worked out! But now, she was standing alone against three armed opponents and had only four shots left.

She heard the men whisper commands in Chinese: it was yet another advantage that they could coordinate their attacks without her understanding them. Isabelle could not understand why the guard hadn`t alarmed the Police yet! He must have noticed the Audi!

From the left, she heard the sound of footsteps on the gravel and she spun around. She fired and her shot hit the figure jumping behind a car, but the next moment, something heavy landed on her back, sending her to the ground. Then, she felt the muzzle of a gun at her throat.

»Easy now, girl!«, the man lying on top of her panted. Isabelle tried to shake him off, but he painfully pushed the barrel at her chin and hissed:

»One false move and it will be your last!«

Now, the second man had arrived and stepped on her right wrist. Then, he picked the gun and then, Isabelle was brought back inside the garage. Here, number three was leaning against the wall, bleeding from a wound in his thigh. He was pressing both hands on the wound and though he was oppressing his screams, it was clear that he needed medical assistance.

Isabelle was pushed against the post of the hydraulic ramp and her wrists were cuffed behind it. When one of the men had taped her mouth shut, she could witness a short discussion and though she couldn`t understand the words, the meaning was clear: they had now realized that not only their captives had gone, but also their superior. In addition, there was the wounded man the one who looked as if he was a relative was now trying to take care of.

Five minutes later, the two healthy men had pulled two boxes from the van and embedded their comrade on the air mattress inside, his thigh provisionally bandaged. One of the men mounted the driver`s seat and then, the van left the garage, driving carefully over the bumpy ground. Once the door had closed again, the third Chinese approached Isabelle.

»Is there one reason I should keep you alive? Just one?«

She could see his balled fists and his laboriously oppressed rage. For a moment, she feared he would beat her, but instead, he said:

»I can indeed only think of one reason! Leverage against your colleagues!«

Isabelle stood motionless. Still, she was hoping for Mike to appear and now, there was only one opponent for him. And obviously, this man didn`t intend to kill her immediately. Would her ordeal be over soon?

»Well, it seems I am the only one left – and at least, I still have the data and the samples of LD. So, if I make it back to China, our own scientists should be able to develop a suitable product! Which brings me to you, girl!«

He grabbed the collar of Isabelle`s T-Shirt and tore it away with one brutal yank, revealing her bra.

»If I make it, I might be blamed for our losses during the mission! After all, maybe, the other three are already in jail! And if I get caught, too, I am facing many years in prison, too! However, there is one thought that will keep me warm!«

He opened Isabelle`s trousers and pulled them down, also taking her shoes with him as he removed them from her. Now, Isabelle stood just in her bra and panties. The man showed a maniacal grin.

»The thought of you dying a slow and horrific death!«

***

In the movies, the first thing a hero who had just discovered a helpless damsel was to remove her gag, followed by a kiss. Lioba could understand that Mike changed the course of events and took care of tying up Amy first. And the fact that before trussing her up, he stripped her naked also found her grim approval. At least, she would no longer have to feel underdressed beside her.

However, she became increasingly impatient as she saw that Mike didn`t do things fast. He placed Amy`s hands palm to palm after having turned her on her belly and tightly wrapped her wrists. Then, he tied each of her fingers and also her thumbs with small cable binders before he wrapped her fingers with more tape. After he had secured her wrists with a bigger zip tie, he also tied her elbows, bringing them together before he wrapped them with tape and then used two more zip ties, one above and another below the joint.

»Mmhhmmph! Uuhhmmmm!«

Obviously, Cassandra wasn`t too pleased with the turn of events and made herself noticeable by mewing and angrily stamping her feet. She also squirmed and almost caused Lioba to slip and fall. Mike looked up at her.

»Behave! You are still a traitor and in custody of the British Government! Only now, the professionals have taken over from the ambitious amateurs!«

With an angry grunt, Cassandra tried to kick him. Mike sighed and quickly, he grabbed her ankles. Despite her resistance, he brought her feet together and then tied her big toes with a zip tie he applied not too tight, but tight enough she couldn`t wriggle it off.

Cassandra again stamped her heels on the floor and the words stifled by her gag sure weren`t nice. Mike now grabbed the colored panties he had taken from Amy and bent over her. The girl shook her head, but he pulled the used underwear over her head, taking care the crotch part covered her nose.

»Now, sit still, or I have to become really imaginative!«

Lioba gulped, surprised by the harshness in Mike`s voice. It seemed to work, however, for Cassandra now indeed stopped flailing and stopped moaning, though she was panting angrily, causing the panties over her face to billow slightly. Mike then looked closer at Lioba`s bondage.

He then shortly left the room and came back with the discarded ropes that had been used to tie up Lioba and Isabelle two days previously. He cut three lengths and then, he announced:

»The position is actually just as I would like to see her! Let me just silence her and then, I will finally free you!«

He left again and returned with her handbag from which he took Lioba`s discarded thong. Then, he reached into his jacked and produced two more she identified as her own – those she had been gagged with when the Chinese had left her and Isabelle behind.

»Where did he get these from?«, she thought as Mike balled the three thongs up and forced them deep into Amy`s oral cavity. Then, he went for her dirty laundry box and took one of her pantyhose. Lioba couldn`t help grunting angrily as he sniffed on them before forcing the crotch part into the unconscious blonde`s mouth, too.

»Is he intending that I smell?«, she thought indignantly whilst Mike wound the legs of the pantyhose twice around Amy`s head before knotting them off over her mouth, pushing in the massive mouth filling even deeper.

He completed the gag with some dozen rounds of tape and then, he went for Lioba. Gently, he brushed over her cheek whilst he was loosening the scarf around her neck.

»It`s almost over, Mircalla!«, he said and kissed her forehead. Then, he took the noose from her neck and told her to hold still as he took out his knife. Then, he explained:

»As said, Amy will now take your position! So, once I have freed your legs, you have to make room for her. Unfortunately, I can`t assist you, as I also have to take care that our traitor doesn`t try anything silly! I promise I won`t laugh if you look clumsy!«

Lioba glanced at him, but then, she nodded and he cut her leg ties whilst he held Cassandra`s bound wrists in a vice grip. Quite unceremoniously, Lioba dumped on the toilet seat as he lifted the Caribbean. Her legs not only ached, they also felt wobbly and despite Mike helping with one hand, it took her some time to untangle them from Cassandra`s arms. He then simply hung the squirming Black`s arms over his head, forcing her to hug him whilst he aided Lioba to sit down on the bathtub`s edge.

Mike now put Cassandra back to the floor and reached for the three lengths of rope, putting them into his belt before grabbing Amy and placing her on the toilet. Cassandra screamed through her gag, but he pinned her against the toilet with his knee whilst he threaded Amy`s legs through her bound arms before using two of the ropes to tie her legs ankle to thigh. He rose and put his hands under the blonde`s shoulders so she wouldn`t fall off the toilet seat and said over his shoulder.

»Just a moment, I can`t let her go before she has regained her consciousness!«

As on keyword, Amy blinked and then, her eyes widened and she mewed as she more and more realized her predicament. Mike grinned at her.

»I know, I know, I am stealing your idea!«

He put the scarf around Amy`s neck and tightened it. Then, he reached for the third piece of rope.

»At least, I have got an improvement to add!«

Both Amy and Cassandra moaned and squirmed as he bent forward and slung the rope around the blonde`s waist. Then, he brought the ends to her back, pushed the ends between her buttocks and then threaded them between her legs and through the waist rope again. He pulled the slack out and when Amy mewed and her eyes widened, he slung the rope ends around Cassandra`s neck and knotted them off. Then, he turned around, only to see Lioba had left the bathroom.

»Mircalla?«

He found her in the living room, standing bow-legged over a big vase. A splashing sound indicated what she was doing.

»Just feel at home!«, he chuckled. Lioba blushed, but she finished peeing before she turned towards him. Mike looked at her and began to work on the tape sealing her mouth, all the time looking at her nude front. His left hand rested on her hip and he said:

»One thing has changed over the years!«

»Mhhm?«

»The tattoo!«

He quite uninhibited looked at the stick figure with the lawnmower that was decorating her pubic mound, directly beside the thin strip of reddish hair. Lioba`s cheeks reddened and he used her distraction to remove the final layer of tape. Then, he took the sodden panties from her mouth. Panting, Lioba sank against him and he used his other hand to assist her, too. She let out a fluttering breath and when he saw her face, her reddened lips, the moist, slightly parted lips, it happened. He kissed her and Lioba kissed him back, becoming more and more greedily.

Even through the bulletproof vest he was still wearing, he could sense how her thrust out breasts pressed against his chest and he heard her making chortling sounds as she sank in his arms. Finally, Mike managed to gently push her back.

»You definitely still know how to kiss!«

»You could untie my arms and I show you what else I haven`t forgotten about!«, Lioba breathed with a hoarse voice. Mike could see that her nipples had grown hard and it took him some effort to step behind her and to begin working on her arm ties. Though he gently caressed her shoulder with his free hand, he said:

»You know we still have two captives on our to-free-list!«

Lioba nodded and held still as he removed the tape and zip ties immobilizing her arms. He gave her shoulders a massage, but when she tried to pull his hands closer to her breasts, he resisted.

»I hope the Chinese gangsters are easier to resist!«, he sighed. Lioba spun around and cocked her head.

»So, I am not easy to resist?«

Mike took her hands, gently, but also keeping her at distance.

»You are one of the most beautiful women that ever existed – but one that also fits that description now maybe needs my help.«

Lioba opened her mouth to say something, but then, she just nodded.

»I hate it when you are right – but Stubby Legs shall get her fair chance when we fight to the death!«

Mike chuckled.

»Stubby Legs? Does Belle know you call her that?«

»She is calling me ›Carpathian Bitch‹!«, Lioba pouted.

Mike shook his head, again feeling oddly flattered by the idea of the two beauties fighting for him. Then, he said:

»Now, I hate having to say that, but find something to dress whilst I look at our guests!«

He went for the bathroom. Amy just glanced at him, but Cassandra stamped her heels to the floor and shook her head in a desperate attempt to shake off her gag or at least the panties hooding her. Mike went for the laundry drawer and found another pair of pantyhose.

»I told you to sit still, traitor girl!«

He grabbed her legs and tied the hose around her knees. Then, he folded her legs until he could knot the feet of the pantyhose off at Cassandra`s nape. Now, her feet no longer touched the ground, unless she bent forward, which would pull on the rope around her neck and also force that rope deeper between Amy`s labia.

Mike then leaned forward and reached for the scarf around Amy`s neck. He adjusted it, so no matter how much she struggled, it wouldn`t get too tight. Mike had no problem with Amy having a few very inconvenient hours, but he didn`t want her to die.

»Ladies!«

He slightly bowed and then left the bathroom. Lioba was waiting for him, wearing sandals, an expensive looking sleeveless shirt and a light short skirt.

»Dressed to kill, hm?«

Lioba dropped a curtsey and then, she grimaced.

»Since all my panties are either stolen by criminals, cut to pieces or stuffed into Amy`s mouth, all I had is those my dear friend Stubby Legs borrowed me – and they are still damp! If I`d wear trousers, it would look as if I`d wet myself!«

»Oh, I love it if you say dirty things!«

He took her hand and they left the apartment. Then, he told her:

»After all, they will dry soon in the air, as we will take my bike!«

Lioba wanted to protest, but then, the idea of sitting close to Mike, her arms slung around him, wasn`t that appalling. So, when they had arrived at where Mike had parked the bike, she just asked:

»Do you have a second helmet then?«

Mike, who had just put on his, opened the saddle bag and handed her a burgundy red helmet. Lioba took it.

»It doesn`t match my hair!«

Mike grinned:

»If it pleases you, it doesn`t match Belle`s either and at least, you are the first girl I am taking with me since I own that bike. In addition, no one will look at the helmet!«

»Because the person who is wearing it is so beautiful!«, Lioba sighed, trying to sound annoyed, but secretly hoping that he would agree to her. Instead, Mike just mounted the bike and said:

»If we speed up, your lovely skirt will flap and I am quite sure your panty-clad ass will distract any potential viewer from the color of your helmet!«

Lioba stared at his back, but then, she had to chuckle.

»Oh, I love it if you say dirty things! Let`s go!«

***

»This must be it!«

Sistine pointed at the big concrete building in front of them. It had taken them almost one and a half hours to get back to Marseille, for Sistine had not dared to speed up and also avoided the more crowded streets, always fearing that a Policeman would approach and notice the slightly battered state of the Audi. In addition, she had no papers and the naked woman on the backseat would also not have helped to cease the suspicion of a potential controller.

Sophia had wrapped herself in the blanket and now sat on the back seat, also looking at the building whilst Sistine looked for a place to park. In a few minutes, she would see Luana again and thus, being nude wasn`t that embarrassing. Her heart pounded and she asked:

»What do you think – has Isabelle made it, too?«

During the trip, they hadn`t spoken much, but now, this thought came up and of course, Sistine had worried about her colleague since they had left. She forced herself to sound more confident than she felt:

»I think so! After all, she said she has a boyfriend and thus won`t risk her life without reason. Anyway, once we are in the apartment, we will call my colleagues and send a whole company of SWAT teams to her rescue!«

She stopped the car and Sophia looked at the dark entrance. It was a late weekday´s evening and there was only light behind a few of the windows.

»Do you think I can go – like this?«

»I am not that decent in comparison, too!«, Sistine scoffed.

The tight white blouse was quite transparent and one didn`t need contact lenses to see that she was wearing no bra underneath. The skirt also didn`t leave much to imagination.

They left the car and whilst Sophia tried to figure out a way to drape the blanket over her body, Sistine opened the lid of the trunk. Lan would have looked at her, hadn`t she been blindfolded, for she was lying on her side, facing her. Sistine could see a small bruise on her knee, but otherwise, it seemed that the Chinese had gotten through the inconvenient trip unharmed.

She reached out and brushed over the bruise. Lan moved slightly and let out a faint sound.

»I will take care of you soon – just a few minutes!«

She closed the lid and took a deep breath. Still, she had no idea how this would turn out. Would she allow Lan to flee? Lan that had done such terrible things to Sophia and Luana, but who at the same time had found the way to her heart?

So, when they sneaked towards the entrance, both girls were not very concentrated on minor details. Sophia was trying to avoid the light and also was at Luana with her thoughts whilst Sistine`s circled around the woman trussed up in the trunk. In addition, the intercom of the apartment contorted every voice and so, none of them noticed that they had heard that very voice before.

»Seems we are getting company!«, Ingrid purred as she returned from the door. Luana stared at her, unable to do more than that. She was still trussed up as before, her arms trapped in the armbinder, tied to the armchair over whose backrest she was bent and thoroughly gagged. Her soles and buttocks were red and sore and still tingled painfully, though Ingrid had stopped the spanking once Greg had arrived.

The tall man had broken all speed limits on his way to the apartment and had arrived just some 20 minutes ago. Now, he had positioned himself beside the door with his gun ready and Luana could see the bulge in his pants, indicating that he was indeed glad to see the blonde German again. Of course, it would have taken a eunuch to ignore Ingrid`s sight. She was visibly aroused from spanking Luana and the short bathrobe not only showed a lot of her cleavage, but her nipples were piercing through the thin cloth.

»Perhaps, he is anticipating – other things!«, Luana thought with a shudder. Ingrid had hugged Greg just enough to send a shiver through his loins, but then, she had told him that they had to wait for the others to return, simply because Greg had come by bike and they would need a car for their getaway. However, she had promised:

»Before we leave, you may satisfy your hunger. If you are not into gingers, you may perhaps like some – Taiwanese delights?«

She had plucked on Luana`s crotch strap when saying these last words and the grin on Greg´s face had caused Luana to mew, despite her considerable self-control. Ingrid now took the large kitchen knife and positioned herself beside Luana. The Taiwanese stiffened as the cold blade brushed over her neck.

The doorbell rang and Greg pulled the door open, at the same time aiming at the two women with his gun. There was a gasp, but then, the man who was surprisingly fast for such a bulky and muscular person, had grabbed the two, pulled them inside and closed the door behind them.

»Now, that`s a surprise!«

Ingrid looked at the two newly arrived. She knew both, but wouldn`t have expected to see any of them now. Sophia had staggered when Greg had pushed her inside the room. She had landed on the carpet and when she now came to her feet, the blanket slid from her shoulders, revealing she was stark naked.

»Mhmmm!«

»L-Luana!«

Sophia tried to get towards her friend of which she could only see her face protruding over the backrest, but she stopped as Ingrid held the knife to the Taiwanese`s throat. It seemed that she had found back into the role of gloating villainess completely.

»Sophia! Have you expected to see Luana or have you just gotten used to walking around – au naturelle?«

Though everyone in the room had already seen everything of her, the remark caused Sophia to blush. She instinctively shielded her breasts with her right arm whilst she covered her pubic area with her left.

»And Lan`s little tart! Did you finally get tired of being the bed warmer of that crazy bitch?«

The words hurt Sistine, but she straightened, cleared her throat and said with a steady voice:

»My colleagues will be here any minute! The game is over, Dr. Müller!«

Ingrid let her eyes wander over Sistine and smiled maliciously.

»Somehow, I doubt that. You may be the most decent woman in this apartment, but still, I don`t believe that a buxom girl like you would go on a field mission without even putting on a bra!«

Sistine suddenly was very aware of her ample breasts and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Ingrid laughed coldly.

»Don`t mind, Greg has got big hands! However, though I am quite sure that there won`t be a SWAT team interrupting us for the time being, I am afraid that sooner or later, Lioba, Isabelle and that strange friend of them will come back here. It might get a bit crowded in here, but Greg and I are about to leave anyway – and we only need two of you to negotiate with the Chinese – Sophia and her!«

She accompanied the last word with a hard slap on Luana`s sore buttocks and the helpless woman could not oppress a squeal. Sophia made a move towards her and this time, Ingrid allowed her to caress Luana`s face. Then, she turned towards Sistine again:

»Why don`t you get a bit more comfortable?«

As Sistine didn`t react, she raised her voice:

»Strip!«

***