The Little Death 31

Though the man didn`t say a word, Amy could almost see the little cogs in his head rotate, trying to figure out why there were two naked, bound and gagged women where he obviously hadn`t expected to find them. She had come to the conclusion that the Asian was definitely none of Bishop`s men. However, he was also not just an ordinary visitor. Ordinary visitors would not have come in the midst of the night when the regular tenant was away. And, even more, regular visitors would not have carried a gun and would have either called the Police or tried to free her and Cassandra.

»Mhhmmmph! Uuuhhmmm!«

Cassandra again tried to get the man`s attention and Amy suddenly realized that if he ungagged her first, she would be able to tell him a thing or two about her. So, when the man slowly rose, she pressed her thighs against Cassandra`s head and at the same time, she focused the Chinese.

»Mph! Uuhhmmph!«

Still, he seemed a bit puzzled, but then, he seemed to have come to a conclusion.

»Can you explain to me what this is all about? And what this has to do with Dr. Karnstein?«

Unlike Cassandra, Amy knew that this was the last name of Lioba and so, she tensed her thigh muscles to keep Cassandra down and nodded eagerly. Then, she let out a sigh of relief as the man bent over them and began to work on the tape sealing her lips.

»Seems someone really wanted you quiet!«

Amy glanced at him, but forced herself not to protest. There was a strange flickering in the man`s eyes, a sign indicating that he enjoyed the view of her and it would only take a small push that his sadism would overwhelm his curiosity. So, she held still and just bent her head so he could unwind the tape more easily. She also endured as, instead of cutting the knots in the pantyhose tied between her lips, he slowly loosened them and then draped the damp garment over the edge of the bathtub. Amy even managed not to bite him or to slam her forehead against his when he then plucked the panties one by one from her mouth as if he was a magician. However, she couldn`t help blushing when some saliva dropped down on Cassandra`s head and when she wanted to speak, only a croak came out. Amy cleared her throat and then, she said in a calm voice:

»The man who did this to me is Dr. Karnstein`s lover or something like that! And he will come back here sooner or later! So, if you are none of Dr. Karnstein`s friends, we might cooperate!«

The man seemed a bit surprised about her coming to the point so quickly and then, he grinned.

»Cooperate? Is there anything you can offer to me?«

He quite blatantly looked at her breasts, thrust out because of her elbow tie. Amy would have loved to be able to cover herself, but she forced herself to smile.

»I might not look like it in my present state, but I am a secret agent! And from all I could understand, it might be that the man who left me like this won`t come back alone. So, you might need some backup.«

Now, he encircled her nipple with his index finger. Amy let him do so without twitching, but her look said »dude, seriously?« and indeed, he withdrew after a short while. Amy said:

»Maybe, you may need some help to leave the city or even the country. I have access to some money and could even organize a false passport. Also, if I am not trussed up, I am a capable fighter.«

Then, she decided to play with the man`s sense of superiority over her and added with a bashful smile:

»If I had a chance to pee, I am also quite a good markswoman!«

The man now chuckled and at this moment, Cassandra once again moaned and squirmed. He pointed at the panty-hooded head between Amy`s legs.

»What about your friend? You didn`t mention her so far?«

»Maybe, I have to strain your suspension of disbelief even further, but she`s my prisoner! And I would appreciate if she stays it after I helped you with Dr. Karnstein and her boyfriend. By the way, the man has a gun and knows how to use it!«

Now, Cassandra doubled her efforts to make herself noticeable, causing Amy to groan as her bucking pulled on the rope tying Cassandra`s neck to her crotch rope. The man barked down on her:

»Shut up when I have to think!«

Amy smiled. She knew she had won even before the Asian drew his knife and began working on her bonds.

***

»Now, what shall I do about you?«

Sistine stood in front of Lan and looked down on the bound and gagged woman. She held the fly swatter in her right and tried to enjoy the feeling that for a change, she was the one who was dressed and in charge. Though »dressed« was a bit of an exaggeration: Sistine only wore the white blouse that span over her braless boobs and had become more than a little transparent from her own perspiration and the skirt that offered some protection, but also felt inconvenient. Not only was it too small, too, it also felt uncomfortable on her buttocks that still tingled from the spanking by Greg. Sistine now regretted that she hadn`t put on one of Isabelle`s discarded panties, too, for the material of the skirt was a little scratchy.

Lan looked up to her calmly. The armbinder forced her shoulders back and her small, but firm breasts seemed to point directly at Sistine. She didn`t seem to bother about her nudity and when Sistine raised the hand with the fly swatter, she just moved her jaw a bit, as if she was biting down on her gag, anticipating the blow.

The swatter swished through the air, but lost drive and when it touched Lan`s thigh, it felt just like a light slap. Sistine dropped it and then, her eyes suddenly filled with tears. She sank down and put her hand on Lan`s knee.

»What shall I do with you?«, she repeated, now sounding rather despaired.

In a way, her and Lan`s situation had changed completely. Not only was Sistine free now, she also could hand one of the criminals to justice and thus maybe earn some reputation. However, their dilemma still was there. Now, Lan was facing years in prison and in addition, her superiors would not appreciate it if she kept up closer contact with the arrested.

Of course, she had thought of letting Lan go. Hadn`t Mike himself given her the opportunity to do so, by leaving her alone with Lan? All she had to do was to free the Chinese and then, maybe, allow her to tie Sistine down to fake she had freed herself and overpowered her captor. However, this also didn`t seem like an option. Not only was it another violation of loyalty towards the law; if Lan had to go into hiding, maybe leave the country, she would also never see her again.

Her prisoner made a small sound and Sistine rose, about to scold her for disturbing her grief; then, she saw the tears glister in Lan`s eyes. And instantly, she knew that the Chinese wasn`t playing games or pitying the end of her career in the Chinese Military. She sighed and began to caress Lan, instinctively loosening her bun so a cascade of heavy black hair poured over her shoulders. Then, she took one of the tresses and playfully brushed over the other`s nose.

»He, cheer up, I want to see your lovely smile!«, she croaked with a trembling voice. Lan cringed her nose at the slight tickle of her own hair and mmphed, but Sistine didn`t remove her gag. Instead, she bent over Lan and kissed her forehead. The move forced her to thrust out her butt and the combination of a tight skirt and sore buttocks didn`t feel comfortable. So, she withdrew and opened the zipper. For the second time within a few hours, she shimmied the garment down her legs. Lan looked at her calmly, but her heaving chest indicated that her breath had accelerated. Sistine slowly unbuttoned her blouse.

»It is strange. Yesterday, I was the captive of criminals from a dictatorship and now, you are the prisoner of a representative of a democratic country – and yet, things are still difficult for – people like us!«

She now was naked and could see that Lan wasn`t indifferent to the sight.

»In a few hours, a gruesome reality will strike – but until then, it`s just us!«

»Mph!«

Sistine kneeled in front of the armchair, slung her arms around Lan and embedded her head on the Chinese`s lap. A strong fragrance, sweet and tart at the same time, tickled her nose. She looked up at Lan`s face and whispered:

»Do you know the Chanson du Roland?«

»Mhm?«

Lan shook her head and Sistine smiled, now showing the smile that Lan loved so much. Her eyes, though still tearful, glanced a bit impishly.

»You told me that you would like to hear about French poetry. Well, this poem is about the most brave and famous French knights, one of the paladins of Charlemagne. It`s not about love and it is actually in Occitan – but it is very, very long!«

Lan let out a fluttering breath and reared up as Sistine pushed her hands under her buttocks and then brought her lips close to her labia. The words the girl then spoke sounded only vaguely familiar to her and also were more than a bit indistinct as Sistine now began to explore Lan`s hot and moist middle, but to the Chinese, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. With a long, deep sigh, she closed her eyes and hoped that Sistine would be able to finish before reality would raise its ugly head again.

***

On the short trip to her apartment, Lioba had forewarned Luana and Sophia that at their goal, they would find two naked, bound and gagged women in her bathroom.

»Ozzie is on a mission for his country and he more or less interrupted it to help us. Anyway, I am already so deeply involved in this shit that I would end up in prison if we called the Police now!«

»They would have quite some questions anyway if they stopped us now«, Sophia replied. She was sitting on the back seat whilst Luana was lying on her side, her head embedded on Sophia`s head. The Taiwanese had followed them towards the car and even helped them to heave the suitcase with the bound and gagged Ingrid in it into the trunk, but then, she had collapsed. Her soles were still red and sore and even the short trip had completely exhausted her. Sitting also wasn`t an option since her buttocks matched her feet and so, she had draped herself on the backseat, too groggy to even feel embarrassed about her weakness. Sophia was caressing her hair and Lioba had noticed it in the rear mirror.

»Seems like the captivity has strengthened the bonds between these two!«

She felt a little jealous and at the same time, also a bit guilty for her wish that Mike would return to her alone. She did not want Isabelle to get hurt. During the last days, she had begun to appreciate the little redhead and under other circumstances, she and Isabelle sure would have become friends.

»Dear God, let Ozzie find her well and alive, but then, let him return to me – alone!«

They had reached the house in which her apartment was and since their excess baggage wasn`t meant to be recognized by anyone, she had chosen a parking space at the house`s backside. So, she didn`t see the red Porsche parked in front she otherwise perhaps would have recognized. She looked up at the bright rectangle of her bathroom window, knowing that behind it, Amy and Cassandra were trussed up.

The way to the back door was strangely hilarious: obviously, Luana`s soles hurt so much that she didn`t resist when Sophia gave her a piggyback ride. Though Luana was a petite woman, this brought the also exhausted Sophia to the limits and so, the two were shaking and both giggling when passing the few yards. Lioba let them go: their girlish behavior drowned all sounds coming from the big suitcase she was pushing and if someone took them for a group of drunken girls coming back from a hen night, this would not be the worst thing. Luckily, the concierge was hard-hearing and her apartment was on the other side, for that woman would maybe have called the Police.

They made it to the elevator unseen and then, they reached Lioba`s door. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the fact that her home had become the storage room for bound and gagged captives. Then, she opened the door and Sophia, who had Luana on her back again, rushed into the corridor.

»Thanks for leaving all the heavy work to me!«, Lioba complained, pushing the suitcase the last three yards. Then, a few things happened around her: the door behind her closed without her having touched it and she also noticed that the oppressed chuckling of Sophia and Luana had ceased. Slowly, and having a dark premonition, Lioba raised her head.

Sophia stood there, her face now showing an expression of panic. Luana had slid from her back and was leaning against her friend, trying to stand on her hurting soles. Beside them stood a man, a Chinese Lioba knew all too well, pointing at them with a gun.

»Well, that`s a surprise – but a very welcome one! Two scientist so desperately needed for a certain project!«

»So, Mike`s really a busy man! If he`s not capturing traitors, he`s crossing the ways of my new ally Bao!«

Lioba looked over her shoulder, not too surprised to see Amy, once again dressed and also holding a gun. She could see no sign of Cassandra; obviously, she wasn`t part of that new alliance.

The three girls were forced to stand side by side. Luana ached faintly, but managed to stand on her own. Amy then looked at them and said:

»Obviously, the dress code for prisoners in this apartment is au naturelle. Well, who am I to disobey your house rules, Dr. Karnstein? Strip to your panties!«

The three captives obeyed. After all, they had been forced to strip naked once too often during the last days to still bother. Soon, Lioba stood in the white Lycra panties Isabelle had borrowed her and that were a little too wide. Sophia also sported a pair from Isabelle`s stock, black cotton ones she had picked from a pile of dirty laundry. Luana wore those taken from Lan, white cotton panties that looked like the opposite of sexy.

»At least, we don`t have to strip completely!«, Lioba thought when Bao cut some lengths of rope whilst Amy watched them at gunpoint. Then, the Chinese tied their arms at wrists and elbows, pulling the ropes tight. Then, Amy started a nursery rhyme and ended with her index finger pointing at Sophia.

»You still look too overdressed to me! Dr. Chabrol, would you mind removing Dr. Karnstein`s panties?«

Somehow, Amy`s use of their titles added to the insult of the order. Sophia reluctantly approached Lioba and wanted to turn her back towards her so she could grab the waistband, but Amy added:

»With your teeth!«

Sophia gulped and looked apologetically at Lioba. Then, she crouched and grabbed the waistband with her teeth, getting to Lioba`s hip to avoid touching her pubic area. Lioba lowered her head and tried to hold still. She parted her feet a few inches so Sophia could pull down the panties easier and when they were gathered around her ankles, she stepped out of them.

»That`s what I call anticipatory obedience, Dr. Karnstein!«, Amy commented. »Now, would you mind picking them with your toes and hand them back to Dr. Chabrol so she can take them into her mouth?«

As if to ensure that she did as she was told, Bao now pointed his gun at Luana. Lioba had no difficulties in picking the garment with her toes, but Amy insisted that Sophia stood straight with her mouth wide open and so, Lioba had to raise her leg high, leaving nothing between her legs to imagination. She felt her cheeks redden as she finally held the panties to Sophia`s face.

»All the way in!«

It was not only an attack on modesty, but also a challenge for her balancing abilities to push the panties deeper into Sophia`s mouth. For her unwilling partner, it was also unpleasant to have the other`s foot so close to her nose whilst she had to chew and swallow to get the panty gag behind her teeth. Finally, when both girls were covered with perspiration and their chests were heaving, Amy approached, pushed the panties a little deeper inside and then secured the gag with five rounds of tape.

Now, it was Lioba`s turn to get Luana`s panties. Despite she felt humiliated herself, Lioba pitied her former colleague when she saw her sore buttocks. She kept the panties between her teeth and pulled them to Luana`s ankles herself to spare the poor Taiwanese the stunt she just had had to perform. However, when Luana had just stepped out of the panties, Lioba felt a pain at her butt. She gasped and reflexively rose and spun around.

»Sorry, couldn`t resist!«, Amy giggled. Then, she pointed at the panties and slowly shook her head.

»Too bad you dropped them, Dr. Karnstein! Now, Dr. Wu will have to stretch her legs wide to reach your mouth!«

This time, Bao held the gun to Lioba`s chin to ensure she didn`t bend forward or squat to make things easier for Luana. The Taiwanese panted and gritted her teeth as she had to put all her weight on one of her tortured soles. Sophia wanted to help her somehow, but Amy told her that if she made one false move, she would place Lioba on a stool and then, Luana would have to jump.

Since Luana was six inches smaller than Lioba, the poor Taiwanese had to do a literal split to get the panties so close to Lioba`s mouth that she could snap for it. She was now the third possessor of the panties. First, Lan had been wearing them and Lioba remembered the way the crotch rope had cut into Lan`s pubic mound. Then, they had been on Luana who had been quite sweaty when taking them. However, Lioba forced herself to get them into her mouth completely. Luana collapsed on the carpet and Amy finished off Lioba`s gag before turning to Luana again.

»Poor Baboon ass, you-«

The Taiwanese kicked at her. Amy dodged the ill placed attack, but she staggered and then fell over the suitcase that contained Ingrid and had gone unattended so far. Sophia tried to jump forward, but Bao managed to grab her arm and fought her down.

Lioba looked at the door, but the struggling couple pushed against her and she landed on the floor. Amy had now grabbed Luana`s ankle and was trying to get the struggling girl under control. They were in the corridor, blocking the way to the apartment`s door.

Frantically, Lioba looked around and her eyes fell on a black handbag. Amy`s handbag, as she remembered.

She let herself fall and brought her bound arms close to the handbag. When she had spoken to the blonde in the afternoon, she had kept her cell phone in it. Lioba glimpsed at the others. Amy was now kneeling on Luana`s chest and kept her hands pressed on her mouth.

»Bao! A hand!«, she coughed and the Chinese grabbed the waistband of Sophia`s panties. the cloth sank deep into her crotch and cleft before the seams mercifully tore and Bao could yank the garment free.

Lioba`s fluttering fingers touched the cell phone and she prayed it was unlocked. Earlier, Mike had given her his number and she had always been good at learning things by heart. She dialed his number and distorted her neck to see if she got it right. Just when she pressed on »call«, she was grabbed by her scalp and roughly forced on her knees. Lioba groaned, not only from pain but also because she had been so close from informing Mike about what was going on!

Opposite to her, Luana and Sophia were also kneeling, each held by her hair by Bao who now looked angry. Luana now was also gagged, presumably, she was chewing on Sophia`s panties under the rounds of tape covering her mouth. Amy panted:

»Nice try, bitches! It seems that you all have way too much fighting spirit left! We should take care of that before we have to go!«

***

Mike had put his cell phone into the waterproof bag on his tank and the navi told him that he had only ten miles to go to the property of the car dealership where he hoped he would find Isabelle. He just thought about if he should tell her he had once again kissed Lioba when he saw something fast come from behind a parked car.

»Fuck!«

He managed to dodge the dog, but on the leaves, his tires lost grip and the machine bucked. Mike felt the burning pain as his jeans was rubbed off by the asphalt and then, he managed to free himself from the motorcycle that slithered a few yards before it remained lying on its side, the engine choked.

»Oh my God, Monsieur, are you all right?«

Mike sat up, shaking his head. He looked for the source of the shouting when something wet and cold pushed against his face.

»Hermione! Drop it! Sit! Down!«

The dog, obviously overwhelmed by so many commands, decided to ignore them all and licked over Mike`s face. He managed to grab his collar and push her away a bit. Now, the owner had reached Hermione, put a leash on the dog and pulled her away. He was a black boy of about 16 and he seemed more than shocked by the accident Hermione had just caused.

»Monsieur, are you all right?«

»Better if you stop yelling!«, Mike replied and took off his helmet. Then, he stretched out his hand towards Hermione who, after shortly sniffing on it, licked his fingers. Mike forced a smile on his face and caressed the dog`s neck.

»Hermione! Sit!«

Now, the dog obeyed, but obviously eager to show Mike what she knew already, she also waved her right paw. Mike took it and shook it.

»Hello, Hermione! You are a kind and beautiful dog, but maybe, you are lacking in obedience!«

The boy, obviously relieved that Mike was neither severely injured nor shouting at him, found some of his courage back:

»She`s very intelligent! I am training with her every day!«

»Right now? Shouldn`t you been sleeping?«

»We have holidays«, the boy replied and then, obviously thinking that Mike wanted to know, he added:

»Maman works night shift this week and so, I only have time for Hermione once my little siblings are sleeping!«

He didn`t mention a father and Mike didn`t ask. Instead, he made a short inspection of his injuries. Except for a few bruises, he had a bad abrasion on his left knee where it had rubbed over the street. It hurt and his jeans were ruined, but it would go if he bandaged it. He decided that the boy could be a little helpful.

»In the small bag under the saddle, I have a first aid kit! You could get it for me, eh-«

»Thierry!«, the boy answered whilst rushing towards the bike. Hermione took the opportunity to once again try to lick Mike`s face. He told her to lie down and she obeyed, her tail brushing through the leaves as he caressed her behind the ear.

»Let me see to it! Maman`s a nurse!«

»My mother`s a florist and I can`t distinguish a poppy from an orchid«, Mike thought, but it seemed that the boy indeed knew what he was doing. He cleaned the wound and applied a bandage and when Mike got to his feet, he felt that it would go, though he would have difficulties in running, jumping or dancing.

»Thanks, Thierry! I am Mike, by the way!«

The boy took his hand and then, he suddenly became serious.

»Will you call the Police now?«

Mike hesitated. For obvious reasons, he didn`t intend to do so, but if he gave in immediately, Thierry might become suspicious and perhaps call the cops himself.

However, the boy had other concerns.

»It`s because, we don`t have money and-«

He didn`t finish the sentence, but by the way he now pressed Hermione against his leg, Mike understood: Thierry feared that to pay the damage on Mike`s bike, he would have to sell the only valuable thing he had – his beloved dog.

Mike carefully put his weight on his injured leg and limped over to his bike.

»Well, the jeans were old anyway and you already took care of my knee. If my bike will start right now, there isn`t much damage – at least not enough to justify getting Hermione in less caring hands. What is she, a Malinois?«

»Yes!«, the relieved Thierry replied whilst Hermione, who had heard her name, cocked her head. Mike, who loved dogs and sometimes regretted that his job didn`t allow him to have one, remembered a fact about Malinois, a Belgian shepherd.

»Is she a good tracker?«

»The best! That was what I was training with her! I have hidden seven different items around here and-«

He stopped as they had reached the Triumph. Together, they put the bike back on its wheels and Mike mounted the machine. It had a few scratches and the left indicator seemed broken, but when he tried the starter, the engine came to life.

»You better teach Hermione some basic commands, too! The next passer-by might be less of a dog friend!«

»Promise!«, Thierry answered. Mike patted the dog`s head one last time and then, he and the boy shook hands.

»If your knee gets worse, we live right here at number three!«

Mike thanked him, though he had no intention of seeing the boy and his dog again. He was about to drive off when Thierry suddenly approached once again.

»Your phone, Monsieur – Mike!«

Mike took the bag and opened it to see if the cell phone had survived the accident undamaged. It seemed to be okay, thanks to the bag`s padding, but now, he saw something else. Some four minutes ago, someone had tried to call him.

»Amy!«

When he and Amy had started their short-lived joint venture to capture Cassandra, they had exchanged numbers. However, the owner of the phone that had called him a few minutes ago should not be able to make phone calls, but sit naked, bound and gagged in Lioba`s bathroom!

Lioba! She had just gone to her apartment, together with Sophia and Luana! Of course, it was possible that everything was okay; perhaps, Lioba had just wanted to inform him that they were at the apartment and she had just used Amy´s cell phone because her own had been destroyed.

However, Lioba knew that he was on a mission where he could hardly answer a phone. She would have sent him a message on WhatsApp instead. So, there was the possibility that it was indeed Amy who had somehow managed to free herself, though he thought that he had left her trussed up securely enough.

Mike scoffed. This didn`t make sense either. If Amy was vengeful and wanted to lure him into a trap, it would be counterproductive to send him a warning. However, if she preferred to disappear, taking Cassandra with her, such a call would diminish her head start. She would better try to get her captive to Britain and take care that she got the praise before she sent him a gleeful message.

»So, who has phoned me and why?«

He looked at the cellphone that told him that he still was ten miles away from Isabelle`s supposed whereabouts. He put his helmet back on and quickly made a list of possible options:

»First: Amy got free and is on her way back to Britain, together with Cassandra. Maybe, she has left Mircalla and the others bound and gagged. Well, they can stay like this for a while longer – but if Amy were so careless to inform me right away, she would have sent me a picture of Mircalla, naked, bound and gagged!

Second: Amy has prepared a trap for me. But then, why is she ruining the element of surprise? She knows that I will come back sooner or later!

Third: Mircalla tried to contact me, but got interrupted – by Amy!«

The last option had some likeliness on it and Mike thought about it: if Amy had recognized what Lioba had tried, she would maybe have punished her, but first of all, she would have thought of her getaway. Then, he would find a bunch of trussed up girls on his return, after he had hopefully found Isabelle.

However – if Lioba`s call for help got unattended, Amy was perhaps still at the apartment and he could overpower her, also securing Cassandra.

Isabelle`s face appeared in front of his inner eye. Isabelle, who maybe was in dire needs, waiting for him to come to the rescue.

»King and Country, my ass! Fuck!«

He checked the distance towards Lioba`s apartment. 17 miles. Quickly, he calculated: he could be at the garage where – maybe – Isabelle was kept within 15 minutes and the way from there would take him half an hour if he ignored speed limits.

»So, how much time does a former Lance Corporal of the Royal Marines need to bring down three armed men and to rescue his girl?«

He started the engine and to his relief, the Triumph accelerated willingly. Mike grinned wolfishly as he drove along the empty street.

»Hit and run damsel rescuing! In what exiting times we are living!«

***