The Little Death 30

Coming from a culture that despised emotional outbursts, Bao had managed to regain self-control when he had reached the garage after having disposed the little redhead. Nevertheless, his mood was far from being good.

Within short time, their mission had, albeit not failed completely, turned for the worse: Kang was wounded, something that in the movies was usually euphemized as »just a flesh wound«. Translated into reality, that meant that he stood good chances of surviving and even recovering – if he got medical treatment. Feng knew this, too, and the two cousins were like brothers. So, nothing, not even loyalty to his country, would have stopped Feng from getting Kang to the next hospital.

They had agreed upon a plausible story to tell the medics, but they were obliged to report shot wounds and so, even if everything went good, they were facing some interrogations and sure would not be able to walk around as free men for the next few days.

Lan also had gone. Bao scoffed: he had always considered the Major a capable leader, but it seemed that whatever had been going on between her and the little Policewoman with the big tits had blurred her mind, How else had it been possible that three bound and gagged captives had been able not only to free themselves, but also to overpower Lan and take her with them.

Now, all he still had was easy to count: the data and a few samples of the new aphrodisiac, plus the other Policewoman that was now stewing in her own juices, literally. Bao stowed the box containing the LD in the Porsche`s tiny boot and placed the three laptops on the backseat. The scent of Sophia`s arousal was still in the upholstery and the reminder of how she had writhed and moaned under his hands made him smile bitterly. The problem was that she was also a skilled pharmacologist and they would need her to develop an LD ready for mass production within the next year. The only problem was that he had no idea where she was.

Slowly, he drove towards the entrance. Here, he handed the guard another 1000 Euro for his inconvenience and left the property. He wasn`t sure whether the man would talk, now that they all had left and he no longer had to fear them. It didn`t matter. The hiding place in the garage was burned anyway, since sooner or later, the colleagues of Isabelle would show up.

Bao stepped on the brake after just a few hundred yards. There, parked at the side, he saw a car, a small roadster he knew all too well. After all, he had placed a tracking device on it. It was the car of Dr. Lioba Karnstein.

He quickly tried to cope with this new information. The fact that Isabelle had showed up, first at the abandoned clinic and then, some three hours ago, at the garage, meant that she and Lioba had gotten free. Now, Isabelle was securely stowed, but where was Lioba? Was she staggering around somewhere on the parking lot, too? Or had she been brought to a hospital?

»Well, even if she is at home and recovering, I can sure handle this! After all, I know this place and it is a s good as any to hide for the night!«

As he approached Lioba`s apartment, he almost hoped that the doctor was there: with two hostages of whom only he knew where they were hidden, he could perhaps force his opponents to hand Sophia to him! The Police officially didn`t negotiate with criminals, but after all, he had, albeit not officially, the Chinese Government in his back!

***

Though she had quite a temper, Isabelle could control her feelings quite well and so, she hadn`t panicked as the man had closed the lid, leaving her in total darkness. Instead, she had methodically tried to analyze whether she could do anything to get free on her own accord.

She had started by the movement still possible to her, beginning at her toes. With her big toes tied, she could wriggle the others that touched the scratchy carpet with which the inside of the trunk was upholstered with. Whether by accident or by thorough research, he had chosen a car whose trunk seemed designed perfectly for her petite 5`3``; she was lying diagonally and the top of her head touched the other side of the trunk whilst her right hip was pressed against what seemed to be the reserve wheel. Isabelle`s legs were tied tightly, but she could bend her knees until they touched the trunk`s lid. However, with them not only tied, but also wrapped in saran wrap, she could not move them fast enough to create noise by banging against the lid and tensing up her muscles made the zip ties bite into her flesh. In addition, each move felt as straining as an exercise in the gym.

Above the waist, things were little better. She could crunch her stomach muscles and sit up a bit, but again, she could just not use that little movement to bang against her prison`s walls. So, after a few minutes, Isabelle sank back, already feeling exhausted and sweating in her tight cocoon.

»Gllgg!«

She still was amazed how effectively the man had silenced her. The fact she had to bite down hard on her massive gag and could not move her jaw the fraction of an inch stifled her moans to very faint chortles in the back of her throat. She had given it a try, taken a few breaths and then screamed at the top of her lungs. The sound had come out so thin she had almost cried with frustration. Perhaps, someone standing beside the car would be able to hear her, but only if there were no seagulls, working engines or other noises around.

»Someone could sit un the trunk`s lid and not recognize I am here!«

Isabelle fought down that thought, for panicking would not get her anywhere. However, she more and more realized that nothing she could do would get her anywhere. All she could do was lying still and even that wasn`t relaxing. The heat inside the multiple layers of plastic foil was getting worse and the air inside the trunk had already become stale and musty. She trembled when she thought of how it would be if it became the next morning and the sun would burn down on the car.

»Slow, breaths, slow, breaths«, she told herself, trying not to hyperventilate. The air she sucked in through her nose smelled from rubber, sweat and a slight dose of female arousal.

»Don`t think of the day`s heat, Mike will find me long before that! He always does!«

Indeed, when, some months ago, a group of criminals had left her tied to several bombs, the situation had been even more dangerous and yet, Mike had saved her. She focused on the memory of that moment. At that point, he had first seen her naked and they had shared their first kiss. How good it had felt when-

Isabelle shuddered. She had imagined her encounter with Mike and at first, it had felt all too natural that she had felt a warm, pleasant tingle in her loins. But then, she more and more realizes it was more than that. The LD the man had forced on her was beginning to work.

»Oh no, I must fight this, I-«

As if her body had only needed her to rationalize what was happening, the tingle in her womb became stronger and only when her shoulders ached she realized that she had tried to move her hands to touch herself.

For the first time since she had ever experienced such a thing, Isabelle thought that a crotch rope would have been an improvement.

***

Since he still had his key, Mike had not to bother ringing the bell and they sneaked through the lobby where Mike proposed to take the stairs. Firmly, but not too hard, he grabbed Lan`s arm and he noticed that she was staggering slightly, as on every step up the stairs, her crotch rope tore on her.

»You need help?«

Angrily, Lan snorted and shook her head, but when she missed a step and lost balance, she almost fell. However, the fact he held her arm meant that she had to yank on the rope between her legs and she let out a sigh whilst rearing up. Ignoring her protests, Mike put her over his shoulder.

»I would have cradled you in my arms, but I need one hand free!«, he explained as he placed his hand on her panty-clad butt, hooking his thumb into the crotch rope. He could feel how much effort it cost the Chinese not to flail as they walked up the stairs.

At the door towards the corridor of the 3rd floor, he placed her on her feet again and looked around. Lioba whispered:

»Now, will you use your k. o.-darts, as you did with Amy?«

Mike shook his head.

»Unfortunately, I have none left. And besides, according to what Luana said, this guy is huge and so, it would take a minute until he would have passed out – enough to pump a whole magazine into me. After all, we don`t want to disturb the neighbors, do we?«

His eyes fell on the wall and his face cheered up.

»There is a solution that could avoid bloodshed and would also not be too noisy. However, it requires some team work!«

He explained his plan to Lioba and Lan. Then, he first turned to the Chinese:

»I know we are not quite allies and I can`t promise you a happy future. But Sistine is in there and she will be definitely better off if we win than when she remains the captive of Ingrid!«

Mike knew that he was speculating. He only knew from Luana that Lan had taken Sistine with her and had no idea what had happened between the two. But a few minutes before, the Chinese had seemed really concerned when she had asked him about Sistine.

Lan looked at him and nodded and Mike bowed slightly, hoping she would consider it as a sign of respect and not of mockery.

»Mircalla?«

Lioba took a deep breath. Mike`s plan was audacious and her part in it was also not without danger. But she also nodded.

»If you kiss me again, I am in!«

***

A minute later, the doorbell of Isabelle`s apartment rang.  Greg, who had just raised his hand to land another slap on Sistine`s reddened buttocks, finished the move and the smacking sound was accompanied by a painful mew from the girl who involuntarily reared up against Sophia. Ingrid let the feather fall to the ground and looked for the knife.

»Look if it is just a neighbor who wants to borrow some milk!«, she hissed whilst she stepped beside the armchair and grabbed Luana`s scalp. She pulled her head back and placed the blade at her throat, causing a compassionate mew from Sophia who was still hyperventilating from her involuntary close dance with Sistine and the occasional tickles from Ingrid. Both she and Sistine were dripping with sweat and more leaning against each other and hanging from the ceiling hook than actually standing on their own.

Greg raised his gun and staggered through the corridor with his legs apart, indicating that he currently lacked blood above the waist for such complicated tasks like opening a door. Panting, he opened the door and his jaw dropped.

On the doormat stood Lan, her mouth plastered with tape and her skirt crumpled around her waist, revealing her white panties and a rope bisecting her crotch. Behind her, a redheaded woman was standing, holding a gun to the Chinese`s temple. They stood like petrified, both staring at Greg. The man instinctively raised his gun.

Mike, who had been waiting hidden beside the doorframe, saw the moving shadow and reacted fast and swift. He spun around the frame and slammed the fire extinguisher he had taken from the wall on Greg`s wrist, causing the man to drop his gun. Then, he pulled the hose and pointed the short hose on him.

»Ghhauammph!«

The foam hit his face the moment he wanted to scream and at the same second, his vision was blurred. Mike, who wasn`t up to a fair fight, rammed the empty extinguisher under his chin. Greg ached and staggered, but still stood on his feet. So, Mike rammed his knee between his legs and at the same time, hit his chin again with the metal canister. Finally, the bulky man fell like a tree.

At the same time, Lan and Lioba had stormed the living room. Unfortunately, Lioba slipped on the foam and quite unceremoniously landed on the floor, dropping Mike`s gun. The blonde saw her chance and attacked at once. She rammed the knife into Lan`s chest and then jumped for the gun lying right in front of her.

Lan was a trained fighter and in addition, the blade did not penetrate the layers of Kevlar protecting her chest. Also, she had stepped back one leg to take the impact and thus kept her balance. Before they had entered the corridor, Mike had loosened the rope tying her cuffed wrists to her crotch rope and Lioba had only held the rope in her left to make it look real. Now, the Chinese swung her arms to the front and since Ingrid had just thrown herself to the ground to grab the gun, she could slam both edges of her hands at her neck. Without a sound, the German collapsed on the ground.

»I love it when a plan works out!«

Mike had closed the door and stepped into the living room where he again bowed towards Lan. This time, she repeated the gesture. Lioba came to her feet, her left side covered with foam.

»S-sorry! I-I slipped!«

Mike took her hand and kissed her lips.

»For your first time, you did great!«, he said and Lioba giggled.

»I thought the same after our first night together!«

»Back then, it took more than 15 seconds!«, Mike grumbled. Now, the excited moans of the three naked, bound and gagged captives interrupted their banter and Mike put his finger to his lips.

»Quiet, Ladies!«, he hissed, »I hope the neighbors didn`t wake up!«

»Okay, I definitely didn`t think that back then!«, Lioba chuckled, still feeling turned up from relief. At the same time, she felt that seeing Mike fighting was quite exciting and she instinctively licked her lips. Lan had stepped towards Sistine and, ignoring Sophia`s presence, hugged Sistine and leaned her forehead against the other`s.

When after a minute no one had rang the door to ask if everything was okay, Mike looked at the two unconscious figures on the ground before turning towards the naked captives. He had to admit that Ingrid had been imaginative. Sistine and Luana stood or rather hung face to face – and boobs to boobs and loin to loin –, their legs forced apart by a spreader bar and their hands tied to their napes whilst their elbows were tied to a hook at the ceiling. Their gagged mouths were pressed against each other and he could see that the buttocks of the buxom Sistine were red and sore.

Beside, Luana was bent over the backrest of the armchair, strapped to it by numerous ropes. She was also naked except for a leather armbinder and her butt and soles also showed traces of severe spanking.

Mike tore himself away from the overload of naked, sweaty flesh and said:

»Now, it`s time to take care of some final problems! So far, everything went almost too easy!«

***

Amelia Thorne, aka »Amazing Amy«, had come to the conclusion that she would have to stay like she was, naked, bound and gagged, until Mike or someone else decided otherwise. Her arms were completely immobilized and even her fingers were zip tied and taped. Her legs were tied ankle to thigh, a position she herself had chosen for Lioba earlier for it guaranteed that the trussed up person didn`t have much ability to move around, even more if she had to balance on a toilet seat.

She also had no chance of shaking off her gag and now, she almost felt pity for Cassandra who also was gagged with panties. At least, the Caribbean had her own to chew on.

Amy shifted her position. At least, Mike had tied the scarf around her neck in a way it couldn`t tighten and so, she could even lean against it if she was careful. Between her legs, Cassandra once again moaned and wriggled. She had not yet accepted her fate and whenever she squirmed, the rope around her neck that led between Amy`s legs tightened, causing her to groan angrily.

»Hrrrmmm!«

Annoyed, she pressed her knees against Cassandra`s head to keep her from struggling too much. She was trying to think of how she could get out of this situation with as less damage as possible.

If she didn`t manage to escape, Mike would hand her to Bishop, too. It would be embarrassing, but maybe, not worse for her. After all, she had tried to capture the potential traitor, too. The only difference between her and Mike was that he had tried to help glossing over Bishop`s indiscretions whilst she wanted to use it against her superior to get his job. All they could blame her of was to be overzealous.

»Maybe, I can accuse Bishop once I am out of this! After all, he has risked our country`s safety!«

That was, of course, if she got out of this alive. Amy was sure that Mike was no killer. He could have done so already if he had intended so and he had also taken care that she would not strangle herself if her struggles caused her to slip. The question was how far Bishop would go to save his reputation.

She twitched when she heard the sound of the key in the lock. She hadn`t expected Mike to be back so early. Cassandra once again struggled and mewed through her gag, but Amy just waited for him to enter the bathroom.

To her surprise, it wasn`t Mike. Obviously, he had already informed a colleague. The man was an Asian, most likely a Chinese. So far, this wasn`t unusual; in the 21st century, the British Secret Service was no longer a domain of white men. However, she would have guessed that Bishop would have sent someone who could pass as French more easily.

The man looked rather young and he definitely hadn`t been prepared for the sight awaiting him in the bathroom. With his mouth open, his gun loosely in his right, he stared at the two naked, bound and gagged women, one blonde and one with bronze skin and long black curls. Then, he sat down on the bathtub`s edge and asked:

»Who the hell are you?«

Cassandra answered with some more moaning, accompanied by squirming in her bonds, but Amy just felt a shiver run down her spine. Not only did this man obviously have no idea about who they were, he also had spoken French with a noticeable Asian accent. Whoever this man was, he was no colleague of Mike!

The only question was whether her situation had just improved or worsened.

***

Inhale – exhale. Inhale – exhale. This simple rule had become Isabelle`s mantra, as she tried to concentrate solely on breathing and to focus on something unerotic. For a while, it had worked, but she knew that she was losing the fight against her body. Even more as her body had two powerful allies: her growing exhaustion and, even worse, her growing arousal.

 The glooming in her loins had grown into a veritable flame. It was like an itching one couldn`t scratch to get relief, but multiplied by thousand. And Isabelle had no chance of getting the slightest relief. She had tried to rear up and to wriggle her hips, but the slight rubbing of the tight saran wrap had done nothing to soothe her plight. Her breasts, also comprised by the tight layers of foil, almost hurt from arousal and her clit and labia were swollen to the bursting.

Inhale – exhale. Inhale – exhale.

She knew that her breathing had accelerated and become more and more a panting. She was overheated and sweaty and the air in the narrow trunk was so damp that if it had been made of glass, it would have been fogged up completely.

Inhale – exhale. Inhale – exhale.

She had greedily sucked all saliva from her dense gag, though it had tasted bitter and sour and she knew that it had been filtered not only by her own panties, but also that of another woman. Now, the massive wad was dry and her throat was feeling like sandpaper. Isabelle groaned – a faint humming that was barely audible over her panting and the slight rustling of the saran wrap.

»Mike – please come!«, she thought desperately whilst she found it harder and harder to even keep such a simple thought.

***

Omar Khalid and Robert Escot were the civilian version of battle-hardened veterans, so to say. The two had served as paramedics for over 20 years and since Marseille had a few quarters of ill repute, they had seen almost everything. So, they were not too surprised by the call that had reached them, although the area they had to go to wasn`t known for domestic violence.

They were expected at the entrance lobby by a man that looked a bit roughed up and who was wearing a T-Shirt that was not only ripped, but also covered in some kind of white smear. Beside him stood a pretty redhead who also looked a bit disheveled and was grabbing the man`s arm. She seemed nervous whilst the man seemed rather turned up. Beside them, a huge man was half lying on the floor, half leaning against the wall. He was unconscious and was covered with some white foam and even from two yards distance, the two paramedics could smell the alcohol.

»Ah, good you are here!«

The woman now lowered her head whilst the man did the talking:

»He«, he pointed at the unconscious man, »he`s her ex-lover! He – he just came out of nowhere! He was drunk and-«

Stammering, and assisted by his obviously hysteric girlfriend, the man told Omar and Robert that his girlfriend`s ex had obviously had difficulties with both their breakup and her having a new affair and tried to assault them. He had finally been able to knock him out with the fire extinguisher.

»I-I then pulled him to the lift and got him down here. She – she couldn`t stand having him lying in the corridor!«

Omar wondered how the man that measured just 5`8`` had managed to move the colossus of at least 240 pounds of muscles, but that could have been the reason of the adrenaline. Meanwhile, Robert had checked the unconscious man.

»Looks like he has got a concussion! He will have some severe headaches if he wakes up, but I think he will make it!«

The couple seemed relieved and now, the woman asked, nervously biting her lip:

»Will you – will you have to call the Police?«

The two paramedics exchanged looks. This, they had seen too often: a violent ex tried to get his ex-wife or girlfriend back, a fight ensued and then, the assaulted woman refused to report him. What the woman said now sounded all too familiar:

»Gregoire«, she pointed at the unconscious man, »he`s having a rough time! I mean, he lost his job and then, the alcohol, our split-up-«

She began to sob and the man took her in his arms. To the paramedics, he said:

»Lily and I do not insist on reporting him. He – he will sure not try it again!«

He looked down at his right hand, as if he still couldn`t believe it that he had knocked out a man twice his size. Omar patted his shoulder.

»We will take him to the hospital. Once he is awake and sober, we will see what – Gregoire has to say, but if he does not insist on a report, I think this can be seen as an act of self-defense. I just need your contact, Monsieur-«

»Cellerier, Raoul Cellerier!«, the man answered and fumbled a wallet from his pocket. Omar checked the ID card and Monsieur Cellerier explained:

»I have just moved here from Paris and hadn`t time to change my address yet. But here`s my number!«

He handed the paramedic a written note with a cell phone number on it and the man took it. Then, they fetched the stretcher and a few minutes later, Greg was transported off. Lioba, who all the time had held Mike`s hand, looked at him.

»Lily?«

»I had to improvise!«

He turned towards her and took her other hand.

»You are a born actress! How did you manage to cry on command?«

»I plucked a nose hair!«, Lioba replied and they both burst out laughing. He took her in his arms and they went back into the lift where Lioba demanded another kiss.

Some half an hour ago, Mike had cut loose Sophia and Sistine who had sunk to the carpet, the latter helped by Lan, and then also cut the ropes that held Luana to the armchair. He then had left it to Lioba to further free the three captives, but he had been sure that a glimpse of the naked beauty of all three was a fitting reward for him having risked his life.

Greg was breathing, but far from regaining his consciousness. In addition to two heavy blows with the fire extinguisher, he had also landed on the back of his head when falling to the ground. He had most likely a concussion and perhaps even a skull fracture.

In movies, such injuries didn`t leave more damage than a headache, but Mike knew that the man needed medical treatment. He was far from including Greg into his evening prayers, but it would have been more than difficult for Isabelle to explain a dead body in her apartment. And so, he had decided to play a little game with the ambulance to get rid of the unconscious man.

»You defended my honor, Monsieur Cellerier«, Lioba breathed with a hoarse voice as the lift reached the third floor and their lips parted. Mike sighed. This woman definitely didn`t want to make his decision between her and Isabelle easy for him!

»Call me Raoul, Lily!«, he said. The name had no special meaning and was just the one of his fake identity. He opened the door.

The apartment still looked like a battleground, but several things had changed. First, his eyes fell on Lan. She still had her mouth taped and was obviously still chewing on the big pair of panties. She sat in the armchair and was stark naked, though Mike could see a few tight leather straps over her shoulders, around her waist and between her leg stat indicated she was now wearing the armbinder. Her ankles were strapped to the chair`s front legs and she looked at him with slight embarrassment, but otherwise remained calm.

Beside her stood Sistine, now again sporting her tight skirt and the white blouse that did little to hide her ample breasts. She had tried one of Isabelle`s bras, but 32C just would have squeezed her 34Ds. She looked as if she was in a turmoil of feelings, but able to control them.

Some two yards away stood Luana and Sophia. The Taiwanese now wore Lan`s outfit; reluctantly, she had also put on her former captor`s bra and panties since the lack of fitting underwear. She was holding Sophia in her arms who sported one of Isabelle`s dresses, plus one of her panties. Unfortunately, the fact that Isabelle had been a bit messy with her washing and also borrowed the last clean pair to Lioba meant that she had to put on a pair already worn, but after the last days, this was a minor problem.

To their feet sat Ingrid, tied to a tight ball by so much rope it would have been enough to tie up three women. Invisible to Mike, Luana had found glee in tying one of Isabelle`s pantyhose excruciatingly tight through Ingrid`s labia whilst Sophia had placed clothespins on her nipples before they had trussed her up into an immovable ball. A zip tie around her big toes completed her bondage, making sure the blonde could only weakly wriggle her toes.

Her mouth was stuffed to the bursting with the two pairs of Isabelle`s panties that had gagged Sistine and Sophia before. Her own, actually also one that belonged to Isabelle, was pulled over her head and then, the harness gag had been tightly strapped above the whole lot, forcing the giant gag deeper into her mouth and pressing the crotch part of her panty hood against her lips. Mike wasn`t sure if the wetness of said panties came from Ingrid`s sweat, her saliva or her previous arousal.

»Perhaps, a mixture of all three!«

He also noticed a treacherous glance in Sophia`s and Luana`s eyes and the feather lying close to Ingrid´s feet indicated that they had tested her ticklishness whilst he had been away.

»Now, there is one last thing to be done!«

Sistine and Sophia had given him a short summary of what had happened at the garage and so, he would get there and try his best to free Isabelle. However, he had to organize a few things before.

»Lan here is one of the prime suspects, but she also has assisted in bringing down her former accomplices. Therefore, she may expect mitigating circumstances!«

Luana scoffed and Sophia also didn`t seem to appreciate the mean woman to get away with less than lifelong imprisonment. Mike continued:

»Such decisions are subject of the French Police – of which we luckily have a representative here! Sistine, do you feel ready to keep an eye on her?«

»Yes!«

The girl almost saluted and Mike had to oppress a smile. Luana wanted to say something, but Sophia pressed her hand and shook her head. Mike continued:

»I am quite sure that you two don`t want to spend any more time with her under the same roof. So, you might do me a favor!«

Five minutes later, the four left the house. Mike and Lioba were pushing the suitcase in which once again Ingrid was stowed, her gag further enforced by a used pantyhose pulled over her head and some ten rounds of tape. At the bike, Mike kissed Lioba`s lips and said:

»Get to your apartment and take care of the others. They might be helpful in helping you to deal with – your other guests!«

Before she could say something, he had mounted his bike and started the engine.

»I`ll be back there once I have freed Belle!«

Lioba looked after him and sighed.

»Take care of yourself, Ozzie – though I would prefer if you came to me alone!«

***