The Little Death 29

Isabelle watched the man grab what looked like a toolbox and place it in front of her. Still, he had that slightly mad flickering in his eyes and more than ever, she hoped that Mike would show up.

»These are the – special toys of our Major!«, he explained to the girl and opened the box. Isabelle shuddered: even if the box contained nothing but ordinary tools, she could imagine some cruel things that could be done with those!

The man now held a scalpel in his right and moved it so the neon light reflected the sunlight. He then approached her and slowly pulled it over the small cloth bridge between her bra cups. When she looked down, she could see that though he had not used pressure, the sharp blade had left a scar in the material and she didn`t dare to breathe whilst he continued to saw through the cloth.

Finally, her bra popped open without him hurting her skin. Isabelle breathed with relief and then, she forced herself to hold still again as he removed the cups from her breasts, brushing over her skin with the scalpel in the progress. Then, he cut the shoulder straps and her bra fell to the ground.

The blade now slowly went down her belly. Isabelle knew that she wouldn`t die from a small scar, but nevertheless, she stood like petrified until he had reached the waistband of her panties. She now dared to take a deep breath, steeling herself for what she thought what would come next: the man would cut the seams of her panties that were at her hips. However, she then felt the blade brush over her pubic mound.

»Spread your legs!«

With only her hands cuffed behind the post, this order was easy to follow and Isabelle had all reason to spread her legs to almost a side split: right between her legs, there was a third seam and obviously, the man wanted to cut that first.

For a minute, all that could be heard was the slight scratching of the scalpel through the seam and Isabelle balled her fists not to tremble as she felt the blade that was so close to her soft flesh. She gasped with relief when he managed to cut these seam without hurting her and the front panel dangled over her pubic mound like a loin cloth.

The man obviously got bored by the game, for he now just grabbed the garment and ripped it away. He brought it to his nose and sniffed before he said:

»You should shower more often!«

Isabelle felt her cheeks redden, though this remark was the least of her problems. The man now picked two more items from the floor and Isabelle recognized them as the two thongs that had stuffed Sophia`s mouth, a red lacy one and a black one that looked a bit strange.

»Latex!«, the man explained as he held up the black one. He put it aside and then wrapped the red one over Isabelle`s cut panties, forming a considerably big ball. Isabelle knew what he was up to when he took some more things from the tool box: a roll of tape, some cable binders and a scarf in which he tied a thick knot.

He brushed over her throat with the scalpel and left it there when he ripped away the tape from her mouth. Then, he slowly and thoroughly forced the wadded underwear deeper and deeper into her mouth. Isabelle breathed through her nose and tried to accept the inevitable, but could not help retching as the gag touched the back of her throat. The back of her head was pressed against the post from the man`s eagerness to stuff the gag as deep as possible and Isabelle feared he would choke her by accident.

Finally, he placed the scarf`s knot on her open mouth and then began to pull the ends tighter and tighter at her nape. The silk cut into the corners of her mouth and though she wouldn`t have believed it, he managed to get the gag a little deeper into her throat. Now, her tongue was completely immobilized and she could only make faint, gurgling sounds. However, the Chinese was far from being finished.

Once he had knotted the scarf off, he secured it with a zip tie he applied right over it. Then, he tickled her under her chin with the scalpel, forcing her to bite down hard on her gag. Her jaw muscles ached and the packing became as dense as a rock when he finally was satisfied and began to wrap the tape over her mouth and around her head, pulling the sticky material so tight that her lower face felt numb before he was finished. When he let her go, Isabelle realized with horror that she could no longer move her jaw and when he squeezed her nipple, her scream didn`t even come out as a moan.

She tried again, but though she put some effort in it, all she could produce was a faint chortle.

»I can`t make a sound! Even if Mike was right outside, I could not alert him!«

The man now held the latex thong and two more zip ties, a small one and a one that was some two feet long. Surprisingly gentle, he removed her hair tie, but then, the underwear was pulled over her face.

»Gllgg!«

Isabelle could not help panicking, as the stretchy rubber clung to her nose and blocked her breathing. The man made things worse by twisting the thong at the back of her head to make it even tighter, even securing it with the small zip tie. Only then, he took the scalpel and pierced two small holes where her nostrils were. Though she now had to inhale a mixture of rubber and another woman`s body on each breath, Isabelle greedily breathed whilst the man tied the other zip tie over her lower face to keep the thong in place.

Trying to cope with the terrible gag, she offered no resistance as he then made her sit down. Concentrating on controlling her breathing, Isabelle watched him take a small transparent plastic bag from one of the boxes they had taken from the van. He waved it in front of her and she saw it contained a small white thing that looked a bit like an oversized Tic-Tac. Then, he went for the toolbox and took a small bottle.

»Now, this can become either humiliating – or humiliating and painful. Your choice!«

He poured some of the liquid over the fingers of his right hand and when he shoved it between her legs, Isabelle knew what he had meant. He was trying to push his greasy fingers inside her – and all she could do was to either endure it or to make things even worse.

»Come on, Mike, what is taking you so long?«

At least, he didn`t try to hurt her physically. Also, it didn`t seem as if he was trying to stimulate her, for once his fingers were inside her, he reached for the plastic bag, took the white thing and carefully shoved it between her labia. Isabelle cringed and he grinned:

»Something to keep you entertained during the long hours lying ahead of you!«

He withdrew his fingers and cleaned his hands with a rag. Isabelle was puzzled – and then, her eyes widened as she understood: the man had just forced some of the aphrodisiac on her! She desperately wriggled her hips, trying to get it out of her, but he had shoved it deep into her and it seemed that her mucous membranes were already beginning to dissolve the suppository.

»Just relax, it will work anyway! After all, this is the double dose!«

He now took the roll of tape and some more cable binders and began to methodically tie her legs, starting at her ankles. Each four or five inches, he first wrapped some tape around her legs, then secured it with a zip tie. As a final touch, he used a small cable binder to tie her big toes together.

With her legs immobilized, Isabelle stared desperately at the side door. Now would be a perfect moment for Mike to show up and save her! Was he still with his Carpathian Bitch, forgetting about her?

She wasn`t sure whether she already felt the effect of the LD or if it was just vivid imagination, but she seemed to sense that something was – a little different down there. However, she got distracted as the man now turned his attention to her hands.

He made her ball her fists and taped her fingers in that position. Then, he removed the cuffs and put her on her back. Isabelle thought if she should try to beat him, but even if she had landed a punch, she would not have been able to get away until he had recovered.

He crossed her wrists below her breasts and then taped them before securing the tie with two more cable binders. Now, she was reminded of the position of Egyptian mummies and it seemed that the man had exactly that in mind.

She was pulled to her feet and she hummed through her gag as the new position forced her to contract her leg muscles and thus, the bonds felt even tighter. Then, she saw what the man was bringing: a roll of saran wrap, some foot wide and put on a contraption that allowed wrapping things with one hand.

He wrapped her from her neck to her ankles, pulling the layers tight and compressing her in a way that felt hot and uncomfortable after just a few seconds. The clingy material squeezed her ample breasts and she almost involuntarily began to hyperventilate. When she tried to move her arms, she found that they were now welded to her upper body.

»Maybe, you will end up in Egypt – dead or alive!«

He put her over his shoulder and left the garage. Isabelle could only see some cars in the darkness as he was carrying her for a few hundred yards. Finally, he leaned her against some old van and then opened the trunk of another car nearby.

When he placed her inside the trunk, Isabelle understood: These cars were old vehicles, destined for Africa. Maybe, some of them were standing here for weeks or even months before they were going on their final journey. Even if they would search for her, it would take them days to find her.

»Ghhmmm!«

The faint sound she could make was drowned by the sound of the closing lid and then, Isabelle was trapped in darkness. The last thing she heard from the outer world were the steps of the man walking away.

***

»You naughty girl!«, Ingrid scolded and playfully waved her index finger. Since there was no chance of avoiding it, Sistine had taken off her blouse and then shimmied the tight skirt down her hips and legs. Now, she was only clad in her pantyhose, for when Lan had dressed her, she hadn`t put panties on her. She blushed, but on a sign from Ingrid, she removed the pantyhose, too and stood there in the nude.

In the corner of her eyes, she saw how Greg licked his lips, but it seemed that he didn`t dare to touch her without Ingrid`s allowance. The blonde now took Sophia`s arm and pulled her away from Luana. She had tears in her eyes, from the sight of how tightly her friend was restrained and the reddened buttocks and soles made her stomach cramp with pity.

Ingrid forced the two to kneel opposite to each other, right in front of Luana, and to fold their hands at the backs of their heads. Then, they had to crawl forward until their breasts not only touched, but were mashed.

»Keep that position – or Luana has to pay the price!«

She emphasized her words by slapping Luana`s buttocks once more and then, she rummaged through the apartment whilst Greg kept an eye on the captives who tried to cope with the fact that on each breath they took, their boobs were grinding against each other.

Ingrid`s search brought a long clothesline, a broom and two of Isabelle`s discarded panties. She removed the mop of the broom and then, she allowed Sistine and Sophia to part their bodies, but only to gag each other with the panties.

»All the way in – or else!«

A smacking sound and a muffled mew from Luana caused both to push and prod until their cheeks bulged and their mouths were stuffed full. Ingrid ripped Sistine`s pantyhose in half and tied the two parts into an »X«.

»Seems like the two form a good team, Luana? Jealous?«

She used the pantyhose to secure Sistine`s gag and then, she forced the two to take their former position, with their boobs touching.

»If you are not jealous, you sure won`t mind if the two kiss in front of your eyes!«

She pressed Sophia`s mouth on Sistine`s and then tied the remaining ends of the pantyhose off at her nape. Now, the two had to keep their lips pressed on each other`s. Ingrid now cut the clothesline into pieces and told Greg to do to Sistine what she did to Sophia.

The girls` wrists were crossed at their napes and tied with the clothesline; then, the dangling ends were slung around their necks and tied at their throats. Ingrid even took care that Sistine`s bonds were threaded through Sophia`s so they had to stay close.

Greg then grabbed their arms and forced them to get to their feet which caused some more rubbing and grinding of their mashed boobs and both Sistine and Sophia mewed from embarrassment. To make things worse, Ingrid used two more lengths of rope to tie Sistine`s right elbow to Sophia`s left and vice versa.

»Greg, a hand, please!«

On her orders, the man removed a heavy hanging flower from a hook at the ceiling and then put two lengthy pieces of rope over it whilst Ingrid positioned the chair so Luana could have a good look at the spot. Then, Sistine and Sophia had to stagger directly below the hook. The ropes were threaded through their bent arms and knotted off, so they had to remain standing under the hook. Ingrid now took the broomstick and placed it on the floor, close to the two captives.

»Two luscious lesbians like you sure enjoy being so close, though each of you has to do with a substitute!«

She sat down cross-legged, obviously not bothering that Greg now had a good view on her white panties, and tied Sistine`s right ankle to one end of the stick, taking care that the knots were tight. Then, she tied Sophia`s left ankle to the same end.

»Now, spread your legs!«

The two girls mewed in protest and didn`t react. Ingrid said in a way as if she was yawning:

»Greg, if their legs are not splayed in five seconds, you will spank Luana so hard that the neighbors will wake up, despite her gag!«

The man grunted and stepped behind Luana, flexing the fingers of his right. Sophia let out a moan of sheer frustration and then, she struggled to get her legs apart. It wasn`t an easy task with one of her feet trapped, and it caused some more involuntary friction, but soon, Sistine also obeyed the order and panting and sweating, the two girls stood with their legs some four feet apart.

»Seems the neighbors will have their sleep!«

Greg shrugged and once slapped Luana`s butt anyway. Ingrid meanwhile tied the girls` other ankles to the free end of the stick. Then, she rushed for the bedroom. When she came back, she was holding a feather. She told Greg to position himself behind Sistine and stepped behind Sophia.

»Now, Luana has deserved a little break, but that doesn`t mean you are allowed to bore her. You may have noticed that you still have the ability to move around a bit. You may rub your boobs, grind your pussies-«

She pressed against Sophia´s butt and Greg did the same to Sistine, bringing their anyway touching pubic mounds closer together and causing the two captives to mew with protest.

»So, I want you to do a nice slow dance for Luana! You may choose your own rhythm, but be warned: if you are not moving, we will make you! If you stop offering a good show, Sophia, I will remind you to do so!«

She put the feather on Sophia`s armpit and slowly brushed down her side, causing her to twitch and squirm helplessly whilst she sent helpless grunts and squeals through her gag. Ingrid withdrew and continued:

»Greg will take care of Sistine if she slows down!«

The man slapped the girl`s buttocks in a way that made her gasp and jump up, pressing her boobs against Sophia´s in the progress.

»Now, move it, Ladies – or we will move you!«

***

Lioba was almost sad when they reached the house where Isabelle´s apartment was. Though it had been just a few minutes, she had enjoyed sitting close to Mike, cuddled against his back. Her short skirt had flapped and she was sure that a few people had gotten more than a glimpse of her panties, but this made her not feel embarrassed, but rather young and a bit naughty.

Mike parked the Triumph beside a large BMW motorcycle and though he wasn`t into racing machines, he looked at the strong engine. Then, he turned towards Lioba who had just removed her helmet.

»Did they dry a bit in the draught?«, he asked mockingly, referring to her panties.

»Wanna feel?«, she replied coquettishly, placing her hands at the hem of her skirt. She saw Mike frown and complained:

»Come on, I am just trying to be flirty! Don`t be such a klutz!«

Mike smiled and put his arm around her waist.

»Don`t always be so self-centered! Aren`t you missing something?«

»You mean, some romantic music? Or a man who has the slightest sense of romance?«

»I was talking about your car!«

Now, Lioba also looked at the parking lot, but her little roadster wasn`t among the cars parked there. So, it meant that Isabelle whom she had borrowed the car was missing, too.

»Perhaps, she has parked over there«, she suggested, pointing at a part of the lot that wasn`t lit by the lantern. Mike nodded and stepped there, followed by Lioba. Approaching, they had a better view on the place and there was no sign of Lioba`s car. The only chance was that it was hidden from view by a big Audi limousine that stood right in front of them.

»French drivers, eh?«, Mike mocked, pointing at the passenger side where the mirror had been ripped off and was only dangling from two cables. The car also sported several scratches, though the car looked as if it had cost more than 150.000 Euro.

Lioba suddenly grabbed his arm and put her finger on her lips.

»Shhh!«

»What?«, he whispered, »have you become so assimilated by working here that you are feeling offended when I mock the driving skills of the French?«

Lioba only pointed at the car`s trunk and now, as he listened closely, Mike also could hear a faint noise, like some rustling and humming. Slowly, he drew his gun and reflexively shielded Lioba with his body as he carefully checked the area.

»Seems we are alone with this car – and didn`t you and Belle mention a black Audi?«

Only now, Lioba recognized that she had been holding her breath. She nodded and then whispered:

»Anyway, there is something living inside this trunk!«

She wanted to open the lid, but Mike stopped her.

»Wait a minute! If this is the car of the criminals and it is here now – how does that fit? There are several explanations that come to my mind and some of them are not very pleasant!«

Lioba stepped two steps back from the car.

»Y-You mean there could be a bomb in it?«

»Maybe. I doubt it, but the fact that Belle`s or rather your car is still missing and instead, there is a car that might belong to the Chinese and that definitely has got someone locked in its boot – well, that`s a little odd!«

He surrounded the car once, looking inside, but only being partially successful since the back and side windows were tinted.

»It is locked and the key`s missing. So, at least, the ignition`s off. Now, prepare for some magic!«

He fished something from his jacket and began to fumble on the lock of one of the back doors. Then, he lit his lighter and, taking Lioba with him by her hand, he withdrew behind the next car. She anxiously looked at the Audi where now a small red spark was glowing.

»What is-«

FUMP!

The sound wasn`t especially loud, more like an oppressed cough, and, accompanied by a little cloud, the back door sprang open.

»If a car is wired, in most cases, they forget about the back doors!«

He approached the car and looked inside. There was nothing that shouldn`t have been inside it, except maybe for a knotted scarf. It felt damp and Mike could sense a weak fragrance that reminded him of more intimate situations.

Like most limousines, this one had a button to unlock one of the backrests so one could get access to the trunk from inside, too. Mike carefully unlocked the backrest and bent it forward.

»Mph!«

He used the torch of his cell phone to look inside and now, he could see a pair of cuffed wrists and a grey dress or skirt. According to the form of the hip, this definitely wasn`t Isabelle.

»Allow me!«

He pushed himself through the gap, trying not to touch the bound and gagged woman too much as he tried to find the manual lock of the trunk. He could hear Lioba say something and then, the lid sprang open and he saw Lioba stare at him.

»Mhhmmmph!«

»A little patience, please!«

Mike crawled back and went to the trunk. Now, lit by the trunk`s lighting, he could see the woman much better. She was wearing a white blouse and a grey skirt, the letter was crumpled around her hips, revealing her white panties bisected by a rope. Mike now saw that she was hogtied and her arms were pulled over her shoulders so her head was between her upper arms. Her mouth was sealed by tape that also covered her eyes, but despite this, he saw that this was definitely an Asian woman.

Other than Isabelle, Lioba hadn`t seen Lan face to face and Luana had only given them a rather cursory description, but she had only mentioned one woman among the Chinese gangsters.

»Are you – are you Lan?«, she asked. The woman didn`t react, except for some panting through her nose. Lioba pulled Mike aside and asked in German, hoping that the captive wouldn`t understand that language:

»Who is that? If it`s Lan – what`s that supposed to mean?«

»Chances are high it is her«, Mike replied, also in German. »It could mean that Belle managed to overpower her and used that car to escape. It would at least explain why the car looks so battered. Maybe, she even could free Sophia. However-«

»However, why have they left her here?«, Lioba completed his thought. She knew that the suitcase in which they had transported Ingrid was still in the apartment and it would have been even easier to smuggle the petite Asian inside. She looked at the woman that still was remarkably quiet.

»Well, we could try the obvious and just ask her!«

He pulled Lan closer and sat her up. Now, he could see that indeed her cuffed wrists were pulled down by the rope that also went between her legs. The woman ached and he said:

»Now, listen closely! We are quite sure that you are part of the gang we are after. So, don`t expect us to be too friendly. However, since we are not the French Police, we might find more unorthodox ways of rewarding you if you are cooperative. You got me?«

The Chinese nodded and Mike began to unwind the tape from her mouth whilst Lioba looked if someone was approaching the parking lot. She was a bit abashed by the sudden harshness in Mike`s voice.

Under the tape, more strips were plastered over the woman`s lips. Mike yanked them away in one quick pull, noticing that she only twitched a little, but didn`t mew. Then, he pulled a sodden white wad from her mouth that turned out to be a pair of panties even more substantial than Isabelle`s. The Asian panted and licked her lips before she croaked:

»Does Sistine send you?«

Lan had never been one who panicked easily and so, when her captors had planned that Sistine and Sophia should get to Isabelle`s apartment, taking her with them, whilst Isabelle would cause the necessary distraction, she had thought of her chances. Her mission was in great danger, even if Bao and the others managed to capture Isabelle and to avoid getting caught themselves. But what then? It would have been reasonable if they tried to get back to China asap, taking the data and the samples with them. Lan was sure that their superiors would blame them for the escape of Sophia and Luana, but would see her, Lan`s, loss as some kind of collateral damage.

So, her hope of an eventual escape or at least a lenient treatment relied on Sistine and whatever feelings the young Policewoman still had for her. However, since Sistine had last spoken to her, things had taken a strange turn.

Sistine had promised she would get her within a few minutes and it had sounded the most reasonable thing to do: get upstairs, tell their comrades they were back and had brought a prisoner and then get her inside. But though Lan had had no clock, she had been lying in the trunk for more than an hour now. This could mean two things: either, her comrades had persuaded Sistine to let her suffer a bit – or something unforeseen had happened.

»Sistine?«, the man now asked and Lan sensed that he indeed hadn`t spoken to her. So, she asked:

»Have you been up there – at the apartment?«

»No«, the answer came in a drawling voice, as if the man was thinking what the implications of this situation were. Then, she felt something damp and soft touch her lips. She moaned a protest, but the panties were stuffed back into her mouth and then, Mike secured the gag with some fresh tape.

»Was this the whole interrogation?«, Lioba asked and Mike nodded grimly.

»For the moment, yeah!«

He drew his knife and cut the pantyhose tying Lan`s ankles before heaving her out of the trunk and putting her on her feet.

»Can you stand on your own?«

»Mph!«

Lan nodded and he let her arm go. She staggered once, but managed to keep standing on her own. Now, Mike took off his jacket, followed by his T-Shirt. Lioba watched surprised as he then removed the bulletproof vest. She saw some scars and bruises on his upper body, including one on his chest.

»Why are you doing this?«

»Because we are now using a human shield!«

He patted lan`s shoulder. Then, to her dismay and to Lioba`s surprise, he began to unbutton the Chinese`s blouse.

»Mhhmph! Nnnggg!«

»Hold still! A shield is useless if it can`t take a bullet or two!«

He opened her blouse, revealing a plain white bra. Then, he strapped the vest over her chest and closed the buttons, hiding the vest as good as possible. Finally, he removed Lan`s blindfold, but left her arms tied and also didn`t remove the crotch rope.

»After you!«

He kept the chain of her handcuffs in his left whilst he directed her towards the entrance whilst Lioba followed them, still feeling more than a bit uncertain. If there was really something else than Luana and the others waiting for them at Isabelle`s apartment, it was, in her opinion, not the best idea to get there.

Though being barefoot, Lan followed him willingly, but when they had reached his bike, she suddenly stopped.

»Mph! Uuhhmmm!«

With her chin, she pointed at the BMW. Mike looked at her.

»You recognize that bike?«

Lan nodded. Now, the conversation would have been easier if she hadn`t been gagged, but Mike didn`t want to take a risk.

»Does it belong to one of your men?«

»Nnngg!«

Lan shook her head and Mike needed a few seconds until he concluded:

»The other guy Luana told us about? Ingrid`s henchman?«

Now, Lan nodded again and Mike reached for the gun in his belt. Then, he suddenly turned towards Lioba and kissed her.

»Just in case things get worse than I thought. Now, once we are in the third floor, you stay right behind us and if you hear a shot, you throw yourself to the floor!«

***